#so it's harder to come up with new characters

[momotonescreaming]

8x18 coda about Baby Boy Han's name. Angst. Evan Buckley focused. No character hate here please.

The first time Buck hears someone call his nephew Bobby, he flinches. A gut wrenching, muscles seizing, the sharp sting of a slap to the face flinch.

Buck's on Maddie's couch, sharing coffee and freshly baked cookies with her while while Chim takes care of his son in the other room. He listens and chats and smiles until she calls her son Bobby. And then Buck can't move. His muscles are constricting against the sickly whorl of his stomach, his joints locking up, breathing coming faster. Cookie held loosely in his hand, halfway from his plate to his mouth.

He bolds upright, cookie falling from his hand and Buck makes an excuse about an appointment he forgot about. His realtor rescheduled a meeting about his new apartment last minute, and he really needs to run if he wants to make it on time.

Buck stutters out an apology and runs out of Maddie's house.

He drives. Doesn't know where. Doesn't care. He's shaking, knuckles white as he grips the Jeep's steering wheel. Back impossibly straight, tense, muscles locking his shoulders in place. It's going to hurt later. But he doesn't care. He drives. He just needs to get away.

He needs to get as far away from his nephew as possible and he feels sick about it. That's his nephew. Maddie's his sister, been there for him through everyone, she gave him her jeep and got him out. But hearing her call her son Bobby makes him flinch.

He thinks maybe he could've handled them calling him Robby, better.

Buck pulls over. He finds a park on the side of the road outside a laundromat, and hyperventilates. Turns off the engine, and ducks his head, shuts his eyes to block out the light streaming in through the windshield.

He can understand why Chim and Maddie did it. Bobby gave his life for Chim, so he could live to see his son, his family again. Buck can understand why Chim would do this. To honour him, his sacrifice, so his legacy and his memory is carried with them always.

It makes Buck flinch.

He never told anyone — not even Bobby — but he wanted to name his future kids after him. He was more than Buck's captain, he was the father he never had, he loved and cared for him. Buck was going to give his kid the middle name Robert if it was a boy, or Wade if it was a girl. Bobby's middle name was Wade, and it felt gender neutral enough that Buck felt it could work with whatever first name he gave his kids. Or maybe even Robin, for either, if he and his partner felt it worked better.

He wanted to surprise Bobby with it. Make it special.

But he can't do that now. It'll feel cheap. Like he's just copying Chimney.

Buck heaves, nausea swirling at his stomach. He feels sick. Like the rest of his world is crumbling down around him.

He gets broken up with, Bobby dies, no one will let him carry out Bobby's last wish for him to be there for everyone, Eddie tells him he's making the death of his father figure all about himself and then Buck has to move out, Chim gives a speech and pointedly tells him not to transfer, and now Buck can't even name his kids after his own father figure.

If he says anything they'll say he's being selfish. Mean. Cruel. Making everything all about him again.

His phone vibrates, and he doesn't pull it out of his pocket to check who it is. If it's Maddie, or Chimney, he doesn't know if he's going to handle it well. So he doesn't look. Squeezes his eyes shut, presses his face harder against the steering wheel and begs tears not to fall.

He can't fall apart. He can't. He needs to hold it together, so the next time he hears Maddie or Chim or anyone call his nephew Bobby — he won't flinch. No matter how much it feels like its curdling his insides.

[prettydaisygirl]

hey! here i am again~

what about a bouquet of 🌼, with Royal AU and the prompt "kiss me harder"?

do i really need to tell you with who? if it's not pretty obvius, with James Potter

hi my love! thanks for your request <3 hope you enjoy :)

🌼 daisy (innocence, loyalty, pure love): pick a character and an AU from the lists above & a prompt from this list and I will write a <500 word drabble

daisy's 500 follower celebration bouquet

James Potter, royalty, and "Kiss me harder."

cw: King!James, Queen!reader, the morning after the wedding night, suggestive

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James looks different this morning. There’s a glow about him, not just the soft waves of morning sunlight reflecting off his skin, but James himself seems to be glowing. His dark curls rest against the silk sheets and you reach out to brush a hand through them, loving the softness of each one against your skin. Your fingers tangle between them, watching as they bounce back once your hand brushes past them.

You sigh contently, pressing closer to him. James snores softly, his face turned toward you as he lays on his back, sprawled out against the silk sheets. You curl into his side, brushing your nose against his own before pressing the softest kiss you can to his lips. You don’t want to wake him, you just can’t help it. You pull back to admire his face, the face of your new husband. 

“Kiss me harder.” James’ voice makes you jump, you thought he was still sleeping. But then you find yourself chuckling and obeying, pressing another kiss to his lips, this one much firmer. He pulls you into his arms, his hands sliding down your back. You pull away to look at him, and he smiles up at you like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

“Good morning, my Queen…” He greets you in a soft whisper, his hand finding yours to interlace your fingers together. You can feel the cold metal of your rings clink softly as he slots his fingers between your own. His words have your heart fluttering and you find yourself moving to hug him. He accepts you easily, the two of you fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Meant to be.

“Good morning, my King.” You whisper into his neck, then add softly, “My husband.”

James rolls so he’s above you, his eyes dark but a sweet smile on his face. “I love you so much.” He doesn’t give you a chance to say it back, his lips are on yours. You smile into the kiss, which only makes James kiss you harder. He lets out a light sound of frustration when you start to giggle. 

“I’m trying to make a move,” He nips at your bottom lip before narrowing his eyes at you, “Can you stop laughing?”

“I’m sorry,” You say even though you aren’t sorry at all. “I just… it doesn’t feel real.” 

James raises an eyebrow and one corner of his mouth. “Really? After all I did for you last night, you don’t feel like my wife?”

You can’t help but laugh brightly, shaking your head. “That’s not what I meant,” You can feel your face warm but he doesn’t let you get shy. “I meant… being Queen.”  

“It will,” He tells you, and his words are so certain they don’t leave you any space for insecurity. Especially not one he lowers his face to your neck and sucks on a spot that leaves your body tingling. 

Being Queen will come, you’re sure. For now though, you’re just going to focus on being his wife. 

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© prettydaisygirl

[bisexualiteaa]

Undercover

Character list: Soap, Price, König, Gaz, and Ghost

CW: reader has hair, no use of y/n, military inaccuracies, slightly suggestive material, cursing, reader is AFAB, brief mention of weapons, canon typical violence, possible spelling or grammar errors, lightly proofread.

Hope you all enjoy!

John “Soap” MacTavish:

- He has so much fun with this that he almost forgets you’re here on the job.

- He goes out of his way to mention that you’re his “girlfriend” any chance he gets, actively making sure to take on “babe” or “baby” at the end of nearly every sentence.

- Strolling up to the hotel’s pool-side bar with his hand in yours, two towels under his other arm as you both walked out in swim wear.

- Has a hard time keeping his eyes off you when you’re in a bikini.

- Has an even harder time doing so when he’s a few drinks deep.

- He can’t help it, you just look damn good, and you look damn good when you’re doing your job too.

- Watching you sit back in one of those pool-side lounge chairs with a drink in hand, sunglasses on as you watched for your target really did something for him.

- Certainly didn’t help that you both had to share one bed in the hotel room.

You two didn’t have to stay the last night that the room was booked for, the mission was over, but it had run into the weekend. Something that Johnny held a strong grievance towards. So through some convincing you hadn’t known about, Johnny managed to con Price into allowing you both to stay the extra day to make up for the portion of the weekend you had both lost out on. “And how’d you sweet talk your way into that one?” You asked with a grin as he enlightened you with the news, making him give a playful scoff in fake offense as he sat in the lounge chair next to the bed. “Ye sayin’ I cannae sweet talk, bonnie?” He asked, making you laugh at the way he took everything like a challenge. “Mm, more surprised that they actually agreed to it more than anything, really” you replied bluntly, making him chuckle. “Why let I’ go ta waste? Another night of drinkin’ on Shepherd’s tab? Got ta be out yer mind if ya think I’d let tha’ opportunity go by” he reasoned, making you give a hum in response. “And here I thought it was ‘cause you liked being cuddle buddies so much that you’d die without going another night being the little spoon. Shame” you teased with a devilish grin, making him chuckle at your quip. “Aye, so what? Cannae fault a man for his comforts” he replied, making you shake your head and giggle at him. “‘sides, whose ta say it’s not ‘cause I sorta enjoy bein’ yer boyfriend? Maybe I’m tryin’ ta drag it out as long as I can” He added with a Cheshire grin, watching as you looked up at him at that admission, an eyebrow raised in surprise and question. “Really, now? That so?” You asked, making him chuckle. “Depends, how much ya like bein’ my hen?” He asked, making you bring a finger to your mouth, tapping against your lips as you pondered what to say. “Hmm…I’d give it like a five out of ten” you said nonchalantly, making him laugh as he gave you a slightly offended look. “A five? Damn. We go’ a whole day left bonnie, what can I do ta bring tha’ up t’ a ten?” He asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at you, his eyes dark with desire. You could only grin as you thought of your next words. “Well, you’d make it sky rocket to a solid eight by making me your girlfriend for real. From there…well, that depends on how well *you* perform” you answered, your eyes flickering up and down his body then back up to his face as you grinned at him.

- He made sure come morning that the only five you’d be leaving that hotel with was a five star review of the MacTavish experience.

“Captain” John Price:

- Now he’s no stranger to an odd mission or two, certainly not a stranger to undercover missions either.

- What he is a stranger to is working an undercover mission with someone he’s privy to.

- Working one with the boys was one thing, but with you? He feared it may be the only time he’d get a little too distracted from the task at hand.

- You two have been dancing around each other for years now, which is why everyone recommended the two of you for it because you would both seem the most natural when it came to compatibility and dynamic for a mission of this nature.

- He gave a kind smile to the front desk person as he enlightened them on the reason for your stay. “Business or leisure?” They asked kindly.

- “Leisure. Promised a nice honeymoon for the missus ‘ere, planned to stick by tha’ promise best I could. This seemed like a right little spot for it. Only the best for her” he’d say as he’d wrap a protective arm around you, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes as an even bigger smile would stretch to his lips when he’d watch you excitedly show off the beautiful ring sat on your finger to the front desk people.

- How he dreamed of this being real, of one day having this very experience with you elsewhere once he could finally retire from the force.

- Not a day passed through this mission that you two don’t exchange playful flirtation, especially when it came to the dinner you two had to attend to see who your target was meeting with.

- When you walked out of the bathroom that was connected to your honeymoon suite’s lavish bedroom his eyes went wide for a moment, forgetting all about the tie he was currently tightening in the mirror across from the bed before letting out a chuckle. “Well aren’t you a right stunner?” He complimented, making you blush and smile.

- “Do a spin for me, yeah?” He said, grabbing your hand and looking you over as you spun in front of him with a beautiful smile and bubbly giggle.

- He certainly made you feel the part of his wife, it was effortless and riveting.

- And damn if you didn’t look good when you were focused. The gun sliding from your garter that sat strapped at your thigh beneath your dress now aimed at the target as you disarmed him and brought him down to be handcuffed and taken away. He couldn’t have been more proud and more attracted to you than in that very moment.

You were packing your things as you got ready to leave the lavish suite the both of you had been staying in the past few days. “Well, it was nice while it lasted” you commented, making him chuckle. “Liked this one?” He asked with a small smirk, making you laugh. “Duh! Only thing I was disappointed about was not getting to enjoy that really nice restaurant we went to. Got all dressed up for a hostage situation instead of a dinner date” you joked, making him laugh at your response. It was fair, he’d actually rather looked forward to the dinner that night too. He looked forward to enjoying a few glasses of champagne with you over some exquisite food and dessert as you’d gush to the waiter about how you’d just recently married and were on your honeymoon to celebrate. He loved listening to you refer to him as your husband, filling his hardened heart with so much joy and pride when you would. “Got any plans tomorrow night?” He asked, making you look up at him with much curiosity in your gaze. “Maybe, why?” You asked with a small grin hinting at the corner of your lips as you awaited his response. “Clear your schedule, let me take you to dinner and make up for it” he said boldly yet sternly, as if he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He most definitely would, but deep down you both knew that wasn’t going to be your response. “Not sure they’ll be open for customers after a hostage situation happened just two days prior” you joked, making him chuckle. “I know some place better” he insisted, making you curious but truth be told, you were already bursting at the seams that he’d finally made a move after all these years spent flirting with each other off and on. How could you say no to such an offer? “Oh, and be sure to wear that outfit again, yeah? Gun and all” he added with a smirk as he started to head out the door, making you grin as you trailed behind him.

- Needless to say, you certainly got your fantastic dinner date and an even better night afterwards when you went back to his place.

König:

- König wasn’t used to undercover missions, normally he’s never the first pick for them purely based off of his height alone.

- He’s so tall that it was almost hard to not recognize him, but he’s a sniper on top of that, one could argue his whole job was undercover considering he’s usually laying low from afar as he picked the enemy forces off one by one.

- So when the two of you were assigned an undercover mission together, it was definitely a bit of a struggle at first to figure out a cover for the both of you.

- That was, until they came to the conclusion that it would work if you pretended to be his mistress, meeting him on a “business trip” out of the country.

- Everything was going great, the room they had booked for him was amazing. It was spacious, had a kitchenette, massive bathroom, the only detriment was the bed being a little too small but he could make it work.

- You showed up in that skimpy little black dress you had on and suddenly his whole world flipped upside down. The fabric laying tight around your curves as it ended at just above your mid thigh, a pair of heels adorning your feet but only seemed to make your legs and ass pop even more than it already did. Your cleavage was visible from the low cut of the top of it, a deep red lipstick painting your lips and your hair free of its usual ties.

- You looked so stunning and he wasn’t prepared for it.

- He sat waiting on one of the lavish couches they had by the entrance to the hotel, donned in the business attire that he was briefed about.

- His once widely spread legs were now being brought inward a tad, his hand slipping into his pocket in the attempts to conceal the issue beginning to grow within his business slacks as you made your way over to him.

- “Oh look at you, gosh you are just handsome as ever” you complimented as he stood up, turning the charm up to eleven immediately and watching as he towered over you effortlessly, even in heels.

- He couldn’t help the slight flush that rose to his cheeks at the sight of you in anything different from your usual uniform, but he did his hardest to remain cool and collected.

- “A good thing the missus isn’t here, I get to have you all to myself” you added in a sultry tone, your much smaller hand smoothing down the lapel of his suit before resting against his broad chest as you looked up at him with the most beautiful set of bedroom eyes he’s ever seen.

- “I couldn’t come into town without seeing you, Schatz” he replied, making you smile up at him in a way he’s only ever dreamed you would. “Then how ‘bout you show me to your room, hmm? Maybe then you can show me just how…excited you are to see me” you responded, dragging your finger down the tie he was wearing with a wink and a bitten lip.

- He certainly didn’t need to be asked twice before ushering you to the elevator and down the hall to his room.

As you made it to his room, he quickly ushered you inside, closing the door behind you but not before you could place the do not disturb sign on the door knob with a giggle. You smiled up at him as you made it inside, his hands resting on your waist as he looked down at you. “Die schön” he complimented breathlessly as he looked at you, making you hum happily at his words. “Danke sehr” you replied, unaware of just how enthralled this man was by you in this very moment. “Bitte schön” he answered, making you giggle once more as a slight blush rose to your cheeks before focusing back in on the mission. “C’mon, I can hear them talking from the bedroom, they must be closest to the wall where the bed is at” you said, grabbing his much larger hand in yours as you led him to the bed. “If they’re as close as I think they are, we’ll have to be pretty convincing that we can’t hear them” you said, making him shake his head. “Here, climb on top of me. Maybe we can sell it by shaking the bed” he said, making you blush at the implications of his words, but you knew he hadn’t meant it like that. Though you weren’t opposed to the idea either. As he climbed onto the bed, you quickly understood why he recommended you be on top of him, the bed was far too small for the both of you to sit on normally, his hulking frame even managing to take up a queen sized bed with minimal effort. So you straddled his hips, the creak of the boxspring beneath the mattress already sounding beneath the weight of you both as your knees sat on either sides of his hips while you pressed a listening device to the wall to get a clearer sound of the conversation happening in the adjacent room.

You couldn’t help the soft gasp that left you as his hands rested on your waist, attempting to keep the hiking skirt of your dress to a concealing length out of respect for you. You looked down at him as he did so with a heat rising to your cheeks as you realized just how close your faces were from one another. Then you felt it, the tell-tale throb from between his legs that told you just how he was feeling in this situation. Seeing you straddling his hips, your tits not that far from his face as the scent of your shampoo and perfume came together, filling all of his senses with you. How else was he supposed to react? Especially after that flirty interaction in the entryway, how could he not be affected by you? Thankfully you’d collected enough intel to send back to base before their chatter subsided for the night it seemed. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean for that to happen I just…you look so beautiful I-“ he started to say, babbling apologies to you as you set your equipment to the side, his hands moving from your waist in an attempt to amend his error but you were quick to place them back on you as you shut him up with a kiss. Much to his pleasant surprise, you moved his hands to the hem of your dress, urging him to take it off. “Thank fuck I’m not the only one. You look too damn good in this suit” you admitted into the heated kiss, only spurring him on even further.

- By the time morning rolled around, the both of you definitely managed to make it convincing. Convincing enough to even earn a noise complaint from the enemy that shared a wall with you both, a story you’d both tell for years to come.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

- Kyle couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on an undercover mission

- He’d grown used to the stealth missions he’d been on with Captain price, what with the gillie suits and diving suits, but this? This was something he wasn’t entirely used to.

- If there was anyone he’d rather be on an undercover job with however, it’s definitely you.

- You two had been friends for a long time, separated only by entering the military, but as the fates would have it, you found yourselves reunited again.

- Maybe that’s what made it so easy to play off as long distant partners meeting back up again for this mission.

- He couldn’t help but light up with joy as he saw you exit your car in the parking lot, getting a good look at the target’s vehicle and who he was with before your attention came to Kyle.

- Seeing that beautiful smile spread to your face made him weak in the knees before he heard you gasp and run up to him.

- He was ready for the hug you practically tackled him with, but what he wasn’t ready for was you kissing him, leaving him pleasantly surprised as you did so.

- Naturally, he kissed you back of course.

- His hand rested softly at your hip as you did, using the proximity to pull away and tell him what you saw, using the kiss as a chance to whisper to him all the information you’d collected while trailing them on the way here.

- That and you were technically a couple at the moment, it only seemed right.

- “The kiss an’ tell type, are ya?” He joked, making you chuckle as he helped you with your bags. “Only if the tea’s hot enough to, and I assure you, this was steaming” you retaliated, making him chuckle as he shook his head at your bad pun. “Five years apart and your jokes still suck” he commented as you both made your way inside.

“Has it really been five years?” You asked as he threw a clean shirt on, getting ready for the day. “Give or take. Been a while for sure” he answered, never quite realizing just how long it had been since last he’d seen you. The both of you had been through so much in that span of time that it had hardly even felt like five years passed by that fast. “You started seeing anyone since last we talked?” You asked, curious of what he’s been up to and what big life changes have happened while you were apart. “Nah, been too busy” he answered as he got his things together. “You? Surely you must’ve settled down and found the right one by now?” He asked with a slight grin, making you laugh. “I haven’t actually. Been busy too” you answered, and somewhere deep down a wave of relief washed over him to hear those words leave you. To know you hadn’t found someone in his absence, just as he hadn’t in yours. “Kinda funny how we always find our way back to each other, eh?” He added with a grin, making you giggle. “You don’t say. It’s like we’re connected or some shit” you teased. “It’s okay, you can say you’re obsessed with me. It’s an acceptable reason to always be around” he joked with a devilish grin, making you laugh. “Yeah okay, you wish! If I’m obsessed with you, then you’ve got be down BAD for me” you answered, making him chuckle. “Maybe a little. A man can dream, can’t he?” He asked, making you hum with a sweet smile, pleasantly surprised by that answer. “Would you maybe want to grab a bite sometime? Or catch a movie?” He asked, making you giggle. “Only if it’s a date” you answered, and he chuckled softly. “I think that can be arranged. But under one condition” he stated, making you look at him with anticipation in your gaze, waiting to see what he had to say next. He came over to you, his hands resting gently on your hips as he looked down at you with a soft, loving look. “What’s that?” You asked, looking up at him with a very similar look in your eyes. “You kiss me like you did in the lot earlier” he requested, making you hum as you looped your arms around his neck, your lips mere inches from each other. “I think that can be arranged” you responded, a soft smile stretching to both of your lips before you kissed him.

- Perhaps you were right about fate playing a hand in this, because suddenly he understood exactly what they meant when people say that distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

- Taking on an undercover mission with Simon was the last thing you’d ever wanted to do.

- You two couldn’t stand each other, with you being new to the fleet and him being a stubborn lieutenant that’s been with the Task Force for years now, you two tended to butt heads. *Often.*

- You could hardly even stand being in the same room together.

- So when the words left Price’s mouth, you couldn’t help but groan in aggravation, dreading it in its entirety.

- “I can assure you the sentiment’s shared sweetheart” he said, making you glare daggers in his direction with a look of disgust written all over your face. “Don’t fucking call me that” you spat bitterly, rolling your eyes at him as you crossed your arms over your chest.

- The whole crew joked that you should be undercover as two people who divorced each other with how you two bicker and fight. Maybe they weren’t entirely far off on that statement.

You scoffed as you met Simon by the pool, seeing him there shirtless, wearing a pair of swim shorts but still keeping the mask on, even going as far as to wear sunglasses with it. You rolled your eyes before shooting him a look bordering on disgust. “You wear that stupid fucking mask everywhere?” You snapped, making him turn to you. “You bring that bratty fuckin’ attitude with you everywhere?” He clapped back, making you roll your eyes with a groan of disapproval. Yet your eyes couldn’t steer away from his shirtless figure, watching as the water rolled down his tattooed arms and trailed along his broad, built chest. As much as you resented the man, you had to admit, he looked good. Mentally at least, you wouldn’t dare tell him that to his face. “Whatever. You even remember what we’re here for, or have you been too busy catching the eyes of all the thirsty women here?” You asked, dipping your legs into the pool as you sat on the side of it with a drink in hand, watching as a few of the women across the way gawked at him. He gave a breathy chuckle. “Jealous, are ya? ‘mind you ‘f old times?” He asked, making your face burn hot at the implications and audacity of his words. “Jealous? Yeah fuckin’ right. Those days are long gone” you replied, rolling your eyes as you looked away from him, taking a sip of your drink as you did. “Three o’clock, blue shirt. Terrible taste in drinks, when I was up at the bar I watched him order a drink with malört in it” you added. “Not important” he chastised, making you give him a glare. “As I was saying, he’s supposed to meet with the target here in ten minutes. Has a girl hostage in his room as negotiation but he’s armed if that doesn’t work” you said. “Good eye” he said, taking you by surprise at the fact that he complimented you. It was weirdly thrilling, the surge of pride that came over you with his words. Maybe Simon was quick to judge you, quick to assume that your youth meant incompetence but it wasn’t the case. He hated to admit it but you’d done a lot through out this mission to really take him by surprise, spotting things he hadn’t even spotted, formulating well thought out plans that he considered to be above your abilities. Perhaps he was too quick in passing his judgements upon you. As you sat here before him in a very nice swimsuit, hair flowing in the wind, drink in hand with a determined look upon your face, he couldn’t help but admire you a little. “Enjoying the view?” You asked with a cocky grin, making him grumble as he looked away wondering how you knew. “Just keeping an eye on our chum over there” he said, making you chuckle. “Sure, whatever you say” you added before a few screams filled the otherwise peaceful air, making you turn to see he’d pulled out his weapon. You were quick to hop to your feet. “The fuck d’ you think you’re goin’? He’s armed” he barked at you as you rummaged through your beach bag. “Yeah, so am I” you answered, leaving him equally stunned and impressed before following close behind you.

It was when the both of you had returned to your room that night that he finally worked up the courage. “Did good back there. Maybe I was a little quick to assume you were incompetent but you did good work today” he admitted, stopping you in your tracks almost as you tried to register what he’d just said. “Did you just compliment me?” You asked with a snarky grin, making him turn from you. “Don’t get used to it” he said, making you chuckle as you thought of your next words. “You’re not so bad either, Simon. Made a good team, even if you’re stubborn as all hell” you added, making him scoff a laugh. “You just compliment me?” He asked, using your same words against you as he cocked his head over his shoulder to look at you when he did, making you playfully roll your eyes with a laugh. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. “Don’t get used to it” you said, mocking his tone and his accent as he turned around, his arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to intimidate you. “You mockin’ me?” He asked, a sort of playfulness hinting in his usually gruff tone. “And if I am?” You asked brazenly, a wicked grin still stretched to your lips. “Spitfire” he responded, knowing there was never anything he could do to make you eat your words or change your attitude, he liked it too much anyway, but he’d never tell you that. His lack of a response made you laugh.

- The both of you seemed to grow a little closer after that night, the dynamic between you shifting to something a little more friendly from there on out. It took some time on his part, but eventually he’d come around to you enough to go on missions with you more often before finally working up the nerve to ask you out for a night of drinks.

- You two have been inseparable ever since.

[missvelvetsstuff]

Misunderstandings & Miscommunications

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: Reader works as an administrator for the Thunderbolts* and quickly falls for the White Wolf. The team is hesitant to trust her and drama ensues.

Note: As usual I'm stuck in a story and starting yet another one. This has been rolling around in my head since we went to see Thunderbolts* so hopefully getting this out will help knock some inspiration for The Situation Room and No Benefits.

I've tried to keep the reader neutral but she is a she and as always taller than average.

Chapter 3

Note: When I used the name Carli for an antagonist, I wasn't even thinking about the Flagsmashers but one of the characters from when I used to watch General Hospital. Just remembered Karli from TFATWS as I was writing this chapter.

Warnings: Swearing, cannabis use, Thunderbolts* spoilers

The morning after they went out without Poppy, she found a coffee on her desk. Fresh, hot and her special order that she only splurged on when she needed a pick me up or to celebrate.

Before she had the chance to wonder who it was from, Bucky showed up "I hope I got it right. I felt bad leaving you alone last nite." he gave her a shy smile.

Poppy smiled back "It's perfect, thank you but you shouldn't feel bad, at least you offered. I get on a roll sometimes and can't tear myself away until the work is done."

"You should treat yourself more often, you work harder than we do."

Poppy sighed "I will once everything is set up, it's a pain getting a new office up and running." The phone started ringing and Poppy smirked at him "Sorry, my public awaits" before picking up the phone. Bucky left to meet Yelena in the gym.

Over the next few weeks Poppy & Bucky became closer, always sitting next to each other at meals, meetings and movie nights. Hands and legs just barely touching but both were nervous about going any further. They often went for coffee on weekend mornings and went to the diner around the corner for lunch a few times.

Poppy knew that Val wouldn't be happy if she got involved with anyone working with the team, too much potential for drama. But she couldn't help herself, Bucky was so handsome and sweet, in a gruff sort of way.

Carli always seemed to be skulking around, pouting and glaring when she saw them together. One evening at dinner, she tried to take Poppys usual seat next to Bucky when Poppy was running late but Bucky stopped her by putting his hand on the seat, without even looking at Carli "That's Poppy's spot."

She snarked back "I didn't know we had assigned seats."

Bucky sighed, still refusing to look at Carli "We don't but Poppy sits with me."

Carli scoffed before moving to take another seat. She gave Yelena a look which Yelena returned with a tight shake of her head before going back to her food.

Bucky noticed their entire interaction and decided to speak to Yelena after dinner.

Poppy was getting snacks and drinks for herself and Bucky to sit and continue watching Schitts Creek while Bucky went to talk to Yelena.

Bucky found her in her room "What are you and Carli up to, Lena? You can't still be trying to prove that Poppy has secrets, like we all do, are you? It's been weeks and you haven't found any scandalous information on her at all. I think it's time to let it go."

Yelena shook her head "There is something wrong with her. I don't know what but I can feel it in my gut."

Bucky sighed "There is something wrong with all of us, that's how we ended up here. You two need to give Poppy a break."

Yelena scoffed "You're too busy thinking with your little head so you don't see that she's a problem."

Bucky blushed "Drop it, Yelena. Unless you come up with some proof then let it go." he insisted.

Yelena just shrugged as she closed her bedroom door on him.

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One evening when Poppy was cleaning off her desk before heading to dinner Carli walked by with Yelena, both of their voices lowering. Poppy sighed, this was getting ridiculous. Suddenly, Carli was in her office and closing the door.

"We need to talk, puppy" Carli sat on the side of Poppy's desk.

Poppy stared at her coldly "What do you need now, Carli?"

Carli gave her an evil grin "I need you to stay away from my man."

Poppy looked confused "What are you talking about?"

Carli snarled "Don't play dumb with me. I see you staring at Bucky with those heart eyes. It's pathetic. He's not into you, he's mine!"

Poppy glared at her "First, I don't treat him any differently than anyone else and second but more important, it's not wise to threaten the woman who can fire you and make sure you have a rough time finding work. Now get out of my office."

If looks could kill, the one Carli was giving Poppy would have ended her. She spat "This isn't over, Puppy." and stormed off.

Poppy took a breath to calm herself before locking up her office and heading to the dining room for dinner. Jeffrey had made one of her favorites, Beef Stroganoff. She sat in the almost empty dining room and dug into her dinner. As she ate, the team and others wandered in, Ava and Bucky came to sit with Poppy. Carli glared from across the room.

The next night Poppy and Bucky went to the diner for dinner. They ate and talked about everything. They shared a love of science fiction and fantasy, books and movies. Not to mention they were both fascinated with science and all the advances in tech since the battle of New York.

They finished their food and kept talking about Bucky's past, living through the depression, big band music and dancing, the Stark expo, taking care of Steve, his mom and sister.

While they waited for the pie they ordered, someone entered the diner and came stomping over to their table. Carli, who glared at Poppy but smiled sweetly when she faced Bucky. "I was getting worried about you two, you've been gone for hours and Bucky didn't answer his phone."

Bucky pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at it "Oh, battery's dead. I didn't even realize, sorry. What do you need? Is there an emergency?"

Carli looked down at the floor "No, I was just worried about you."

"I'm a century old super soldier, I can handle myself on the streets for a couple of hours. We'll be back later."

Carli tried to invite herself to join them "I'd love to have some pie and coffee and I-."

Bucky looked at her, annoyed "You can take it to go."

Carli stormed off while Poppy giggled and Bucky winked at her.

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On Friday evening after dinner Poppy and Ava excused themselves for some girl time. Every week when they were at the tower and not off on some mission they always hung out on Friday night.

Bucky went to his room and paced, unsure what he should do. He was really enjoying the time he spent with Poppy. Besides everything they had in common, she made him feel safe, like he could be himself without worrying about being judged. He wondered if Val had rules about employees dating then realized he didn't really care what Val thought and-

A knock on his door, he sighed and opened the door to see Carli standing there in a tiny red dress, very high heels, way too much make up and her hair teased out. His eyes grew wide and he tried not to laugh at how ridiculous she looked.

He caught a laugh and cleared his throat "Uh, hey Carli what's up?"

Carli looked up at him and fluttered her lashes "Some of us are going out dancing and I wanted to see if you want to come with us?"

Bucky froze for a moment trying to think of an excuse because he had been out dancing with Carli and her friends before but had hated it. The music was too loud and all the "dancing" looked like foreplay to him.

He shook his head "No, thanks. I need to catch up on my sleep. I'm still getting used to this place. But thanks for asking, hope you have fun."

Carli pouted and leaned into him so that she was about to spill out of her dress "I can make it worth your while. I've been told I give great head."

Bucky backed up blushing and stammering "Uh, I uh, you know well uh shit, I... ahem, Look Carli, You're a nice person but I, I just don't see you that way."

"Oh" her pout fell and was replaced by an angry glare that she quickly wiped from her face and smiled sadly "Well, that's fine. I was just trying to be nice. I'll see you around." she turned and quickly left.

Bucky stood in his doorway for a few minutes before making a decision, closing the door and stalking down the hall to Yelena's room. He knocked on the door and entered when he heard her call out "Come in".

Yelena was sitting back on her bed, book in hand. "What's up, Barnes?"

Bucky paced before she insisted he sit down "Jesus, Barnes, relax what's going on?"

Bucky sat but his leg kept bouncing.

Yelena laughed "Must be serious if you can't even sit still."

"IthinkIhavefeelingsforPoppy!" he blurted out.

Yelena looked at him, shocked "Really? Even though we know very little about her and she works for Val? Dating her feels like a bad idea. What about Carli? I'm pretty sure she wants you and we know her."

Bucky shook his head "Ugh, no I definitely don't like Carli. She's too aggressive and likes what people today call dancing. No, definitely not Carli. It's Poppy but I don't know how she feels. I don't want to cause a problem with the team or with Val."

Yelena sighed "I don't think it's a good idea to get involved with her but I guess you should talk to her."

Bucky looked at her, wide eyed "But I don't even know how to talk to women anymore. "

"Here, just practice with me. Pretend I'm her" Yelena replied

Bucky was quiet for a minute while he tried to think "I don't know what to say."

"Just, say the truth."

Bucky cleared his throat and words rushed out "I'm not very good at this anymore but I really like you, I mean spending time with you makes me feel human again so I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me?"

Yelena nodded "Perfect, go find your girl but don't blame me when you find out I was right about her."

Bucky went to find Poppy but her door was closed and she didn't answer when he knocked. He decided to tell her in the morning and went to try and get some sleep.

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Poppy and Ava were Ava's room, giving each other facials and pedicures while chatting.

Poppy told Ava about Carli trying to interrupt her and Bucky.

Ava laughed at how Bucky was treating Carli "She's such a pick me, desperate for attention. When Bucky ignores her, she tries to make him jealous by hanging onto John but he's still obsessed with his wife and Bob wants nothing to do with her. You have to come watch training sometime, it's entertaining."

Poppy chuckled "She has a real problem with me and I don't know why. I've never done anything to her."

Ava rolled her eyes "It's because Bucky likes you."

Poppy scoffed but felt the butterflies in her stomach fluttering "As a friend, that's all. We both like science and sci-fi/fantasy, that's all."

"Poppy, I don't believe you can't see it. He totally has a crush on you. He's always watching you when you're in the room and looks so sad when you leave. You should tell him that you like him." Ava insisted.

"You're imagining things, he does not look at me like anything."

"Poppy. Go tell him before he thinks you aren't interested and takes Carli out. Trust me, I see everything and he likes you."

Poppy sighed "Do you really think so? What if he doesn't and I just make things awkward for all of us?"

Ava shook her head "Just go. If he says he isn't interested then I'll tell him I dared you. Go!"

Poppy walked carefully down the hall towards Bucky's room but stopped when she heard his voice coming from Yelena's room "I don't know what to say."

Yelena replied "Just say the truth."

Bucky cleared his throat and words rushed out "I'm not very good at this anymore but I really like you, I mean spending time with you makes me feel human again so I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me?"

Poppy felt her stomach drop and her eyes filled with tears before she quickly turned around and raced back to her room. She just couldn't face Ava and locked her door before throwing herself onto the bed. Of course he wasn't interested in her, not when he was surrounded by beautiful and deadly women like Yelena and Carli. Why on Earth would he want some plain, boring, Amazon sized office manager?

@preeyas-world

[red-red-spout]

God it's genuinely incredible the sheer degree to which Pact is OC-bait

Given that it was written right after Worm- guessing the whole "supernatural powers which fundamentally stem from the character of the wielder" thing was still on his mind

[sapphroditewrites]

okie dokie lovelies I’m hoping to get that fic out either by the end of the weekend or the middle of the next week ❤️ very excited to be back thank u for sharing my excitement!!

[daisywords]

one of the pitfalls for me of writing in first person present tense (beloved!) is that I forget that I can just timeskip

[sabziesart]

Bangs? Bangs.

[kurthorton-moving]

I have been. Struggling w tumblr lately and i am trying to work out Why bc this hobby means 2 much for me to let it fizzle out

[inseobts]

Unintentional couple behaviour

you two acts like a loving couple all the time, so what happens when someone points it out?

gn!reader

characters: zoro, sanji, law, ace and sabo

(luffy, kidd, katakuri, shanks and mihawk)

words count: around 0.8k - 1.3k each

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

You do a lot of things for Zoro without thinking.

You wake him up when it’s time to eat. You stop him from training too much. You make sure he doesn’t get lost whenever the crew visits a new island.

It’s normal for you. Someone has to do it.

But one day, the others start teasing you about it.

It happens at lunch. You are eating with the crew when Usopp laughs and nudges your arm.

“Hey, aren’t you gonna get your boyfriend?”

You blink. “What?”

Sanji, cleaning his hands with a towel, nods toward the deck “That moss-brained idiot. You always bring him to meals. It’s like a little routine between you two now. Like a couple…”

“We’re not—” You nearly choke on your drink “We’re not a couple!”

Usopp grins “Then why do you always take so much care of him?”

“Because he’s stupid and forgets to eat!” you say, standing up “I’ll go get him, but not because of whatever weird ideas you guys have.”

You walk away while they laugh behind you.

You find Zoro exactly where you expect, napping against the ship’s railing, his swords next to him.

You roll your eyes and shake his shoulder “Oi, wake up. Lunch is ready.”

Nothing.

You shake him harder “Zoro. If you don’t get up, I’ll eat your food.”

He grumbles and waves his hand, like he’s trying to swat away a fly.

Sighing, you do what you always do. You grab his wrist and pull him up with both hands. He lets you. He always does, like it’s natural.

Zoro blinks at you, still half-asleep “Huh. You again.”

“Yeah, me again,” you say “Come eat before Sanji ‘forgets’ to save you anything.”

You’re still holding his wrist, making sure he doesn’t fall back asleep. That’s when you notice Nami and Robin watching from across the deck, smiling.

“What?” you ask, feeling awkward.

Nami smirks “You two are cute.”

Your face heats up “We’re not—he’s not—we’re not together!”

Robin chuckles “You do take care of him a lot.”

Zoro frowns, confused “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” you mutterl “Come eat.”

You let go of his wrist too fast and walk away, ignoring the warm feeling in your chest.

You think it’s over, but now you notice things.

Zoro always sits next to you at meals, even when there are other seats. You always save food for him without realizing. And during fights, he always protects you first, like it’s a habit.

And, worst of all, people keep pointing it out.

“y/n,” Chopper asks one day, tilting his head “Are you and Zoro dating?”

You almost trip “What?! No!”

“Oh...” He looks confused “But you act like it”

You groan “Not you too”

After that, you can’t stop thinking about it.

The next time you wake Zoro up, your fingers stay on his wrist a second too long. The next time he pulls you behind him in a fight, your heart beats faster.

And then one evening, when you catch him watching you with a thoughtful look, you realize you might be in trouble.

That night, Zoro speaks first.

“Oi”

You look up from your seat on the deck “What?”

He leans against the railing, arms crossed “Does it bother you?”

You frown “Does what bother me?”

“What people are saying” His eyes stay on you “About us.”

You swallow “Why? Does it bother you?”

He doesn’t answer right away “No” his voice is quieter than usual.

Your stomach flips and you look at the ocean “I mean… it’s just dumb teasing, right?”

Zoro doesn’t reply. Instead, he watches you for a long time. Then, finally, he smirks.

“Doesn’t really matter what they say” he says, voice calm but sure “I’d still stick with you either way.”

Your breath catches and suddenly, your heart won’t let you ignore this anymore.

For the next days you try to brush off what the crew said.

You really do, but it’s impossible to ignore when Zoro keeps acting the same way.

Like when you’re on lookout duty together, and he hands you his jacket without a word.

Or when you spar with him, and he pulls his hits just enough so you don’t get hurt.

Or when you fall asleep on the Sunny’s deck, and you wake up covered with a blanket, one you know you didn’t grab.

And every time it happens, you catch the crew watching. Smirking.

It’s driving you insane.

One afternoon, you finally decide to do something about it.

You find Zoro by the training room, lifting weights. His shirt is half undone, sweat glistening on his skin, but you shove that thought aside.

You cross your arms “Hey, Zoro.”

He grunts in acknowledgment, not stopping his reps.

You hesitate “…Why do you treat me differently?”

He finally sets the weight down, wiping his face with a towel “What?”

“You heard me...” You shift uncomfortably “You do things for me that you don’t do for anyone else.”

Zoro leans back against the wall, looking at you like you just asked a stupid question “So?”

“So?” You huff “That means something, doesn’t it?”

He shrugs “I guess.”

You blink “That’s it? You guess?”

Zoro sighs, scratching his head “Look, I don’t really think about it. I just—” He pauses, then shrugs again “I want to.”

Your heart skips a beat “…What?”

“I want to do those things for you,” he says simply “it’s not a big deal”

You stare at him “Not a... Zoro, are you serious?”

He frowns “What, you don’t like it?”

“That’s not the point!” Your face feels hot “You don’t do this for Nami or Robin or anyone else!”

Zoro looks at you, unimpressed “Yeah. Because it’s you.”

You freeze.

The way he says it, so blunt, so obvious, it makes your stomach flip.

He isn’t flustered. He isn’t overthinking it. He’s just stating a fact.

“…Oh.”

Zoro crosses his arms, watching you carefully “Is that a problem?”

You swallow “No. It’s just…”

It’s everything. It’s him always being there, always looking out for you, always treating you like someone important.

It’s a realization you should have had ages ago.

You let out a breathless laugh “I’m an idiot.”

Zoro raises an eyebrow “Well, yeah.”

You smack his arm. He smirks.

But when your hand lingers just a little too long, he doesn’t pull away.

And suddenly, you both understand... this isn’t just a habit.

It never was.

Ever since that conversation in the training room, things between you and Zoro have… shifted, but not in a bad way.

He still trains for hours. Still naps in random spots. Still bickers with Sanji.

But now, when you sit beside him, his arm naturally rests along the back of your chair.

Now, when you fight, he doesn’t just watch your back, he makes sure you’re never out of reach.

Now, when you look at him for a second too long, he looks right back.

Like he’s waiting.

Like he’s giving you the choice.

One evening, you find him on the Sunny’s deck, looking out at the ocean.

“…Can’t sleep?” he asks.

You shake your head, stepping closer “Thinking too much.”

Zoro smirks “Dangerous habit...”

You huff a laugh but don’t argue.

Instead, you stand beside him, silent for a moment before you finally ask...

“Do you regret telling me?”

Zoro frowns “Telling you what?”

“That you… actually treat me differently. That you want to.”

His jaw tightens slightly “No.”

Your heart does something strange “Good.”

You don’t give yourself time to hesitate.

Before doubt can creep in, you grab him and pull him down.

Zoro freezes.

For half a second, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even breathe.

Then a quiet growl rumbles from his chest, and his hand cups the back of your neck as he kisses you back.

It’s firm. Solid. Like he’s been holding back for too long and refuses to anymore.

When you finally break apart, Zoro leans his forehead against yours, exhaling through his nose.

“…Finally” he mutters.

You grin “You were waiting for me?”

“Wasn’t gonna rush you” His fingers brush your jaw “You get there when you get there.”

You hum, leaning into him “And now?”

Zoro smirks “Now, you’re stuck with me.”

You kiss him again, just to make sure he knows you wouldn’t want it any other way.

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

Sanji has always been a flirt. That’s just how he is.

He calls Nami and Robin “my love” and “my dear”. He spins around the kitchen whenever they compliment him. He offers to carry their bags when the crew goes shopping.

But when it comes to you, it’s different.

It starts when the crew is eating dinner together.

“Sanji, can you pass the salt?” you ask.

Instead of handing you the salt shaker, Sanji grabs it, twists off the lid, and sprinkles just the right amount onto your plate.

You blink “Uh. Thanks?”

“Of course, my dear” he says smoothly. Then, as if nothing happened, he turns back to his own plate.

You think nothing of it... until you notice the way the others are watching.

Usopp raises an eyebrow “Did he just season your food for you?”

“Yeah?” You shrug “What's new about it? He's a chef and he’s just being nice.”

Luffy grins “He doesn’t do that for anyone else.”

“That’s not true,” you argue “Sanji treats everyone like this.”

Nami hums “Not exactly like this. If we wanted more salt he would start a lecture about how it would ruin his masterpiece.”

Before you can ask what she means, Sanji stands up to grab dessert. He places a plate in front of you first. It’s your favorite.

The crew stares.

You stare too “Sanji…”

He smiles “What? I made extra for you.”

Usopp coughs “Yeah. Okay. Totally normal.”

Robin chuckles behind her hand.

You shake your head and go back to eating. It’s nothing. Sanji is just being Sanji.

…Right?

But then, you start noticing other things.

When you’re cold, Sanji drapes his jacket over your shoulders without you asking.

When you need something from a high shelf, Sanji wordlessly reaches up and hands it to you.

When you’re about to trip, his hand is always there to steady you.

And every time, every single time, he does it so naturally that you don’t even think about it.

Until one day, Franky whistles and says, “You two sure act like a couple.”

You nearly drop the drink in your hands “What?!”

Sanji, who was stirring a pot at the stove, pauses.

Franky leans against the counter, grinning “You two do all that coupley stuff. He gives you the best food, takes care of you, treats you differently from everyone else—”

“That’s not true,” you say quickly “Sanji’s like this with everyone.”

Franky snorts “Nah. He does flirt with everyone. But this?” He gestures between you and Sanji “This is different.”

You glance at Sanji. He’s staring into the pot, silent.

Your face feels hot now “You guys are reading too much into things.”

“Sure we are...” Franky says, smirking. Then he leaves.

The kitchen is quiet now. You swallow and turn to Sanji.

“…Is it true?”

He looks at you. His usual confident smile is gone. Instead, there’s something softer in his eyes.

“I don’t know” he says “is it?”

Your heartbeat quickens.

Suddenly, every touch, every sweet gesture, it all feels different.

Maybe it wasn’t just a habit.

Maybe it was something else all along.

After all this the teasing has only gotten worse.

Ever since Nami and Usopp pointed out how Sanji treats you, they will not let it go.

“Here comes Sanji’s beloveeeed~” Usopp sings when you walk into the kitchen.

“I should start charging you for all the extra food Sanji makes only for you” Nami smirks.

Even Luffy, who usually doesn’t care about these things, grins at Sanji one afternoon and says “Oi, cook, when are you gonna marry y/n?”

Sanji chokes on his cigarette so hard he has to brace himself on the counter.

You groan and drag a hand down your face.

But what really drives you insane?

Sanji never denies it.

He stutters, blushes, waves his hands, but he never says “That’s not true.”

Because it is true.

And it’s starting to drive you crazy.

You try to ignore it. But then you start noticing things, even the smallest ones.

Sanji never lets you carry anything heavy.

He always pours you tea first, even before Nami and Robin.

He adjusts your chair at dinner like it’s second nature.

And the worst part? He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

But you do.

And now, every time he gives you that look—the one that’s soft, full of admiration, like you hung the damn sun in the sky—your heart stumbles over itself.

This has to stop.

Or something has to change.

It happens one evening after dinner.

You’re in the kitchen, helping Sanji clean up. He hums as he washes the dishes, sleeves rolled up, golden hair falling over his forehead.

You watch him for a second, then take a deep breath.

“Sanji.”

He glances at you, smiling “Yes, my love?”

You grip the counter “Why do you act like we’re together?”

Sanji freezes.

The faucet keeps running. The kitchen is warm with the smell of spices. But Sanji is frozen.

Slowly, he turns his head toward you “…P-Pardon?”

You cross your arms “You treat me differently. Even the crew notices. You never do this stuff for anyone else.”

Sanji swallows hard “I—”

“You never deny it,” you press “and honestly? I’m tired of waiting for you to finally say something.”

Sanji stares at you like you’ve just flipped his entire world upside down.

His hands shake. His lips part like he wants to speak, but nothing comes out.

“…Sanji.” Your voice softens “Do you want this to be real?”

A shuddering breath leaves him. He looks at you, eyes wide, vulnerable.

“More than anything...” he whispers.

Your heartbeat stutters.

That’s it. That’s all you need to hear.

You step forward, grab the front of his shirt, and kiss him.

Sanji malfunctions.

His entire body locks up, like his brain has completely short-circuited.

For a solid two seconds, he does not move.

Then a noise escapes him, something between a whimper and a desperate sigh, and his hands come up to cup your face, pulling you closer.

The kiss is warm, overwhelming, but soft, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he holds on too tight.

When you finally pull away, he’s redder than his own suit.

“…M-Mon amour,” he breathes, voice shaking “You...you actually...”

You smirk “Took us long enough, cook.”

Sanji makes a strangled sound and immediately buries his face in your shoulder, arms wrapped tight around you.

Outside, the crew is losing their minds.

“TOLD YOU!” Usopp shouts.

“I WON THE BET!” Nami cheers.

“Oi, Sanji, you alive in there?” Zoro snickers.

Sanji doesn’t answer. He’s too busy melting against you, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

And honestly?

You think you’ll let him.

── .✦ Trafalgar D. Law:

Law is not the kind of person who likes physical contact. He doesn’t let most people touch him. He keeps his distance, always standing at the edge of conversations with his arms crossed. If someone bumps into him, they get a glare.

But for some reason, you are different.

It starts when Bepo hands you a coat one evening.

“Here,” he says, tail flicking “you left this in the lounge.”

You blink at it. It’s black, long, and definitely not yours.

“This isn’t mine” you say, confused.

Bepo tilts his head “Oh. But you always wear the captain’s coat, so I thought it was yours now...”

You freeze.

“Wait. What?”

Shachi walks by and hears the conversation. He grins “Yeah, you totally do. Every time you’re cold, you steal his coat.”

Penguin nods “And Law never complains.”

You open your mouth. Close it. Try to remember.

…Okay, maybe you have borrowed Law’s coat a few times. But that’s just because it’s warm! And because it’s there! And because...

Oh no.

Your stomach twists “I... I do not...”

“Sure you don’t...” Shachi teases “What’s next? Calling him ‘dear’?”

You groan and shove the coat at Bepo before walking away.

But now, you can’t stop thinking about it.

After this, you start noticing other things. Like how Law always lets you into his personal space.

How you can tug his hat down over his eyes without him pushing you away.

How he casually rests his hand on your shoulder when he stands next to you.

One day, you trip over a loose crate. Before you even hit the ground, a familiar blue glow surrounds you... Law’s Room.

In an instant, you’re back on your feet, completely unharmed.

The Heart Pirates snicker.

“Captain didn’t even think” Penguin whispers.

“He never uses Room for anyone else’s clumsiness” Shachi adds.

You glare at them “I heard that.”

They just smirk.

Law doesn’t say anything. He just sighs and keeps walking, like saving you without thinking is the most natural thing in the world.

Your heart does something weird. You ignore it.

Later, you sit on a crate, arms crossed. Law stands next to you, reading a medical book.

You glance at him “Your crew keeps calling me ‘Captain’s partner.’”

He doesn’t look up “So?”

“So, why?”

He flips a page “Probably because you act like one.”

Your brain short-circuits.

You stare “Excuse me?”

Law finally looks at you, raising an eyebrow “You’re always in my quarters, you steal my coat, and you act like you belong next to me. They’re not wrong.”

Your face burns “I... You let me do all that!”

He smirks “I know.”

You open your mouth, but no words come out.

Because suddenly, you realize... he has let you. And he still is.

Ever since Bepo and the others pointed out how Law treats you differently, it’s been impossible to ignore.

The extra care during missions. The way he always stands just a little closer than necessary. The way he lets you touch him, his arm, his shoulder, even his hand, when no one else would dare.

But what really gives him away?

The way his ears burn red every time you get too close.

And yet he never says anything.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was running an experiment to see how long he could keep this up before you lost your mind.

So tonight you’re calling him out.

You find him in his quarters, buried in medical books.

“Hey, Law.” You lean against the desk, arms crossed “Can I ask you something?”

His eyes flick up “What?”

You tilt your head “Do you like me?”

Law chokes.

Not just a little cough... he full-on chokes on air, slamming his book shut as if that’ll somehow save him.

“What—?!” He coughs into his fist “Where the hell did that come from?”

You raise an eyebrow “You tell me.”

Law scowls, shifting uncomfortably “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Oh? Am I?” You step closer.

He stiffens “What are you...?”

You place your hands on the arms of his chair and lean in, caging him in.

His breath hitches.

Oh. Oh.

He is not prepared for this.

“Law,” you murmur, watching his face closely “you never let anyone touch you, but you let me.”

His jaw clenches “That doesn’t—”

“You always make sure I rest. You check my injuries before anyone else’s.”

“Because you’re reckless—”

“And...” you lean even closer “your ears are red right now.”

Law swallows.

You smirk “So, wanna try again?”

For a long moment, he just stares at you, lips parted, golden eyes darting between yours.

Then, in a last-ditch effort, he growls... “You’re annoying.”

You hum “Maybe.”

And then you kiss him.

Law goes still.

For the first time since you’ve known him, he is completely speechless.

But then a quiet sound escapes him, and his hand suddenly grips your wrist, holding you there.

You almost pull back, unsure, until his other hand slides around the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, and he kisses you back.

It’s hesitant at first, but when you don’t pull away, something shifts.

The kiss deepens, his grip tightens, and the heat radiating off of him is enough to make you dizzy.

When you finally part, Law exhales sharply, pressing his forehead against yours.

“…You’re gonna be a problem” he mutters, voice rough.

You grin “Yeah?”

His fingers tighten in your hair “Yeah.”

And then, despite everything, he kisses you again.

Because for once in his life he’s done running.

── .✦ Portgas D. Ace:

Ace is naturally affectionate.

He throws an arm around people’s shoulders, laughs loudly, and grins like the world is a joke he’s in on. He’s warm but also because he makes people feel welcome.

So it’s not weird that he touches you a lot.

Right?

It starts when Marco sits down next to you, smirking.

“You and Ace finally together, yoi?”

You look at him confused “what do you mean?”

“A couple… are you two a couple?”

You almost drop your drink “What? No!”

Marco raises an eyebrow “You sure? He always saves you a seat at meals. Always gives you his food if you ask. Always keeps an eye on you during fights.”

You roll your eyes “That doesn’t mean anything. He’s just like that.”

“Not with everyone” Marco takes a sip of his drink “Just you.”

You open your mouth to argue, but then you don’t know what to say, because now, you’re thinking about it.

The next time Ace sits beside you at dinner, you notice how he slides his plate a little closer to yours, letting you steal his food.

The next time the crew docks at an island, you notice how he instinctively waits for you before walking off together.

The next time you’re about to trip, you don’t even get the chance to fall, Ace grabs your wrist and steadies you like it’s second nature.

And maybe it is second nature.

“Careful, Ace,” one of the division commanders teases “If you keep acting like that, y/n might actually think you’re in love.”

Ace laughs, scratching the back of his head “Yeah, yeah.”

You laugh too. Because it’s just a joke… Right?

One night, you sit together on the deck, watching the ocean.

You fidget for a second before saying “The crew keeps calling us a couple”

Ace hums “Yeah?”

You glance at him “Why do you think that is?”

He leans back, arms behind his head, and grins “Probably because we act like one.”

You choke on your own breath “Excuse me?!”

Ace tilts his head “I mean, we do everything together. You always take my food, and I always let you. You always pull me out of trouble, and I always let you. Feels natural, doesn’t it?”

Your brain short-circuits.

Because now that you think about it... yeah, it does feel natural.

“…Ace,” you say slowly “Are we...?”

He looks at you, amusement flickering in his eyes “What do you think?”

Your stomach flips.

Because suddenly, you’re not sure where the habit ends and the feelings begin.

After this, Ace keeps flirting with you all the time.

It’s just who he is.

Winks across the deck. Throwing an arm around your shoulders. Calling you hot stuff like it’s your actual name.

You’re used to it.

But after the teasing from Marco and Thatch, after realizing that Ace treats you differently, you start to wonder.

Is he just playing around? Or is there something real underneath?

There’s only one way to find out.

The perfect opportunity comes one afternoon, when Ace flops down next to you on the Moby Dick’s deck, grinning.

“Hey,” he drawls, resting an arm behind his head “Miss me?”

You smirk “I saw you literally two hours ago.”

“That’s two hours too long.” He winks “Bet you were thinking about me the whole time.”

You hum, tilting your head “You really think that, huh?”

Ace chuckles “C’mon, you love me.”

You raise an eyebrow “Prove it.”

He blinks “Huh?”

You shift, leaning closer with a sly smile “You say all this stuff, Ace. You flirt, you tease... but are you actually serious?”

For the first time, he hesitates.

Just for a second, but it’s enough.

“…Of course I am,” he says, but his usual confidence isn’t all there.

You smirk “Then show me.”

Before he can react, you grab his hat, his precious hat, and plop it onto your own head.

Ace short-circuits.

“Oi! That’s...!” He reaches for it instinctively but stops mid-motion, staring at you.

You tilt the brim with a smirk “What? You said you liked me, right?”

Ace swallows “Y-Yeah?”

“Then just take it back.”

You expect him to snatch it back playfully.

What you don’t expect is for Ace to grin, eyes flickering with mischief, and suddenly tackle you onto the deck.

You yelp as he hovers over you, forearms braced on either side of your head.

The crew whoops in the background, but neither of you pay them any attention.

Ace smirks down at you “You think you’re funny, huh?”

You grin “A little.”

Ace shakes his head, chuckling, but then his expression softens.

He reaches up, tilts the hat back just enough to see your face properly.

And then without thinking he leans down and kisses you.

It’s grinning into the kiss kind of playful. It’s warm and teasing but full of something deeper.

And when he pulls back, face way too close, he murmurs “Now you gotta prove it.”

Your heart races.

You don’t back down. Instead, you tug him down by his necklace and kiss him again.

This time, Ace melts.

When you finally break apart, Ace huffs out a breathless laugh.

“Well,” he grins “Guess you do love me.”

You roll your eyes “Shut up.”

But you don’t stop him when he kisses you one more time.

Because, honestly?

He’s right.

── .✦ Sabo:

Sabo is easy to be around.

He’s kind, smart, and always ready to listen. He laughs at your jokes, never forgets your favorite things, and somehow always knows when you need him.

So it’s no surprise that you spend a lot of time together.

But apparently, the way you act around him is a little… suspicious.

It starts when you’re walking through the Revolutionary Army base with Koala.

“So,” she says casually “when are you and Sabo going to make it official?”

You nearly trip over your own feet “What?!”

Koala grins “Come on, don’t play dumb. You two already act like a couple.”

You scoff “No, we don’t.”

She raises an eyebrow “Oh really? Who’s the first person Sabo looks for when he gets back from a mission?”

“…Me.”

“Who’s the only person he lets borrow his gloves?”

“…Me.”

“And who’s the only one he lets fall asleep on his shoulder without complaining?”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Because—oh.

Oh.

Koala smirks “See what I mean?”

You shake your head “That doesn’t mean anything. We’re just close.”

She shrugs “If you say so.”

But now, you can’t stop thinking about it. You start noticing things, like how Sabo always finds a reason to sit next to you during meals, or how he reaches out to fix your collar or tuck your hair behind your ear like it’s normal, or how he always makes sure you have a blanket when you fall asleep at your desk, even though no one else gets that treatment.

And the worst part?

Now that you’re paying attention, everyone else is too.

“I swear, it’s like they’re married” one soldier mutters.

“They finish each other’s sentences” another whispers.

“Bet they don’t even realize” someone else chuckles.

You groan and drop your head onto the table.

Sabo, sitting beside you, blinks “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing” you mumble.

He frowns, then wordlessly slides his drink toward you.

You stare at it “…Did you just give me your drink?”

He shrugs “You like it more than I do.”

You glance around. Several soldiers are watching now, smirking.

Slowly, you push the drink back to him.

Sabo looks confused “You don’t want it?”

Your face burns “Nope. I’m fine.”

He tilts his head, then shrugs and takes a sip.

The others snicker.

You sigh.

Later that night, you sit beside him on the rooftop, watching the stars.

“Sabo,” you say carefully “do we… act like a couple?”

He hums “Why?”

“People keep saying we do.”

Sabo leans back on his hands, thinking. Then he smiles “I guess I can see why.”

Your heart skips a beat “You can?”

“Well, we’re always together,” he says easily “I trust you more than anyone. You take care of me, I take care of you. Feels normal.”

You stare at him “That’s… kind of a couple thing, don’t you think?”

Sabo looks at you for a long moment. Then he smirks.

“Well,” he says, voice teasing but gentle “do you want it to be?”

Your breath catches.

And suddenly, the answer seems obvious.

Sabo has always been easy to be around.

You never have to force a conversation. Never have to second-guess his presence.

He’s just there, a steady warmth beside you, the hand that always steadies your back when you walk through the Revolutionary camp, the person you find yourself naturally leaning against when you’re tired.

And the thing is?

He never pulls away.

Even now, sitting beside you near the fire after a long day, his arm rests lightly along the back of your seat. Close enough to feel, but not demanding.

It’s natural.

But tonight, something’s different.

There’s a quiet between you, not uncomfortable, but charged with something unsaid.

You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly your head is resting against his shoulder, and instead of shifting away, Sabo just exhales softly, tilting his head against yours.

You close your eyes, feeling the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

“…I like this” you murmur, barely thinking.

Sabo hums “Me too” A pause. Then... “I always have.”

Your heart stutters.

Slowly, you lift your head, turning just enough to meet his gaze.

His expression is calm, too calm, like he’s waiting for you to understand something he’s known for a long time.

And you do.

Because of course it was always him.

You don’t say anything. You don’t need to.

Instead, you reach up, gently tracing your fingers along his jaw.

Sabo closes his eyes briefly at the touch before opening them again, watching you with something unreadable, something deep.

Then, without hesitation, he leans in.

The kiss is slow, certain.

It’s not rushed, not desperate because this was never a question.

It was always going to be this.

When you part, Sabo lingers, his forehead resting against yours.

His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together easily.

“…Feels like we should’ve done that a long time ago” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours.

You smile “Maybe. But I think we got here at the right time.”

Sabo chuckles softly, squeezing your hand “Yeah. I think so too.”

And when he kisses you again, it feels like something that was simply meant to be.

[ceramicbeetle]

tbh the more I think about her the more I wonder if Tiffany is going to wind up more of a side character than an actual Main Character in this series... like if i wind up actually writing as much as i am conceptualizing writing, the distinction might not necessarily matter that much, but i do sort of wonder what i'm going to wind up doing with her lol

[chithereader]

jealousy, jealousy / aaron hotchner

here’s my masterlist! pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader / shy!reader word count: 2.4k genre & cw: fluff, a little jealousy and pining angst if u squint, mentions of made-up case, different use of cm character a/n: thank u so much for all the support i've been getting on my fics!! hope you love this one as much as i do, i really enjoyed writing this one the most!

Today was a bad day. That much was clear. From the moment you woke up to the minute you arrived at the BAU– you’re convinced that the universe has simply gone the extra mile to make your life a little harder. 

You slept through your alarm and a few phone calls from Garcia, making your morning stressful and complete chaos. You didn’t have time to grab a cup of coffee or a snack, and apparently you also didn’t have time to remove the colorful pimple patches that adorned your face. 

Your blouse is buttoned asymmetrically, your hair resembling a bird's nest, and you left your ID at home, making your arrival more delayed as you had to employ Garcia’s help in presenting a copy of your ID to let you through. 

That too was not without stress given that your phone was on the verge of dying as you were in the call, but thankfully you could finally breathe in the elevator. Or so you thought. 

There were two things that immediately caught you off guard as you walked into the bullpen: one, almost all the desks were deserted and two, Reid and Morgan were watching you- as if waiting for your reaction, which led you to look around in anticipation. Is there a surprise? A prank? Did I miss a patch? I’m…wearing pants, right? 

Not wanting to prolong your search, you look at the two for any indication or clue. Tilting your head to the side as if to ask what? But to your surprise, they both nod their heads in one direction. Oh.

Strauss was in Hotch’s office, along with Rossi and a woman you don’t recognize. Hotch looked a bit tense, Strauss firm, Rossi is as relaxed as ever, and the woman… is looking directly at Hotch. Just Hotch. Huh. 

You were stood just shy of your desk when you shook thoughts out of your head, slowly approaching your desk to settle your things. Dozens of scenarios were running through your head, trying to make sense of new additions to an otherwise normal day. 

But the way she was studying him made your chest tight like someone was stepping on it.. and you couldn’t figure out why. 

You approach the two rascals only to lean on Derek’s desk as you whisper under your breath, “What’s happening there?” 

Morgan shrugs but his focused face remains, “I don’t know, kid. I tried Garcia but she doesn’t have a clue either.” Eyes studying the people in the room, noting anything that could tell them something. 

Mulling over more possibilities, you hum in response. Turning to Reid, you ask him- hoping that his eidetic memory can tell you anything about the woman even if they’d only met in passing. 

“Do you know anything, Spence?” But Reid only pouts at you, a sign that he’s thought about it hard but is coming up empty. 

Shaking his head, he soberly replies, “No..I don’t think so. I– I’ve never seen her before. Sorry.” 

Before any more thoughts could be voiced between the three of you, the door to Hotch’s office opens and all four of them file out- the woman walking a little too close to Hotch. 

-

You’re approaching your usual seat on the jet beside Morgan and across from Hotch when suddenly Agent Seaver overtakes you and sits on your seat. Caught by surprise, your eyes instinctively go to Hotch who’s already looking at you. 

He nods to himself, moving from the aisle seat to the one by the window. But it appears Agent Seaver misunderstood his gesture and moved beside him, “Oh! Thank you, sir.” Even going as far as touching his arm and leaning closely. 

Now, you’ve never been a violent person. Rage has just never overcome your senses like that but today.. of all days– you couldn’t help the image of spilling your hot chocolate all over her cream blouse. 

You don’t even notice that you’re frowning as you sit beside Morgan, somehow still unaware of how much their closeness really upsets you. You honestly thought you’ve maintained an expressionless face until Morgan looks up from his file and leans close to whisper in your ear, “You’ll need claws not paws, baby girl.” Winking at you as you separate. 

You steal a glance at Hotch only to see him watching you and Morgan with furrowed brows. He almost looks normal if it weren’t for the clenching of his jaw that’s his tell of irritation. Moving your gaze to Seaver, in case you missed something that’s causing his new mood, you find her reading the case file. 

As you return your gaze on Hotch, you watch as Seaver touches his arm again and engages him in conversation about the case. It’s through the whole jet ride that you had to stomach the constant Agent Hotchner, Agent Hotchner! paired with a giggle or a slight touch. UGH!

If it weren’t for Strauss personally recommending Agent Seaver as a consultant for this case, you would have done– …still absolutely nothing. You had no claim whatsoever over Hotch. Morgan and Rossi may tease the two of you occasionally, forcing that he treats you specially or whatever but his behavior could simply be chalked off as him being a good and attentive boss. 

And yes, okay fine. You may have some moments here and there… but! they could honestly just be built up in your head because of the feelings you have for him. Like when he said he likes it when you stare? Come on, being stared at can be flattering and that’s just a universal truth. 

- 

After a whole day of coming up with theories, visiting crime scenes and M.E.’s, you’re all completely spent. Lounging in the makeshift discussion room, all of you are still working tirelessly on the case given that the unsub’s on a spree and his timeline is alarmingly short. 

Reid’s been silently staring at the board for 20 minutes while Morgan’s pretending to read files of potential suspects with his legs stretched out and feet on the table, “This is impossible. We just don’t have enough.” He exclaims as he tosses the file on the table with a thud. 

To the left of Morgan, you’re also silently mulling over files of potential suspects. Not wanting to admit that he’s right, you guys don’t have enough…bodies. You barely have anything on the guy, barely any clues- for a working profile. 

You sigh heavily, peeling your eyes off the paper and looking at the board. “Reid?” The boy genius shakes his head softly, confirming that the known dump sites don’t say much about the unsub’s comfort zones or hunting ground. 

You suddenly wonder where Seaver, Hotch and Rossi are. You and Morgan got back to the precinct at around 11PM, and you realize you haven’t seen any of them, “Where are the others?” 

Morgan, in an effort to lighten the mood, jumps at the chance to tease you, “Hmm. I think what you’re really asking is: Where’s Hotch and is he with Seaver?” He punches your arm lightly, making it obvious he’s only teasing. 

The smug, playful smile on his face makes you fight one of your own, desperately trying to not give yourself away, “Shut up,” hitting him in the head softly with the file in your hand. 

While you two were exchanging playful glares, Reid interjects, “Seaver wanted to turn in early since she’s also the one meeting with the families tomorrow so Hotch brought her to the hotel.” 

You instantly lift your gaze to him and watch as he removes the marker’s cap and scribbles rapidly on the board, quickly adding “And I’m pretty sure Rossi’s getting us coffee from the diner around the block.” 

You want to blame it on your exhaustion– your inability and ineffectiveness at hiding how you truly feel about what Reid just revealed to you, groaning loudly in pain and frustration. You put your head in your hands, muffling the sounds you’re making that are somehow a combination of a laugh and a sob. 

Morgan understands your reaction immediately and laughs out loud. 

“It’s not funny!” There was honestly no point in hiding it. As much as Morgan teased you, you knew he wouldn’t tell anyway, and Reid.. well, he was honestly an even better keeper of secrets than Morgan, Rossi and Garcia. 

He puts a hand on your shoulder to comfort you, “Baby girl, worry not. You know you hold a special place in boss man’s heart.” Then gripping both your wrists to pry your hands off your face. 

Pressing your face even further into your hands, you let out a muffled version of “That’s not true!” that came out more as “Daffs noft thwu!” 

When Morgan successfully pries your hands off your face, you’re surprised to see Reid’s moved from the board to behind Morgan, half leaning half sitting on the table, curiously watching you. 

Morgan turns around to look at the door behind you, making sure the coast is clear before he says, “Kid. Be real with me for a sec… are you blind?” That was not the question you were expecting. 

You must have looked so lost because he continues, “Hotch cares for you. Deeply. And not in the same way he does for us. You’ve gotta have felt that, kid.” Funny, you are starting to feel like a kid– the only thing missing are his hands on your shoulders to complete that huddle pep talk experience. 

“That’s just not–” you try to start. But Reid swiftly raises his hand, signing you to stop–

“Did you know that every morning Hotch makes sure all the pens and mug handles on your desk are pointing to the right– the way you need it to be– in case the night janitors move any out of place?”

“Or that he never really ate lunch in the office before but started bringing sandwiches and other food he could microwave, while timing his lunches with yours presumably so he could strike up a conversation with you during break?” 

“Or do you remember that one time the AC in the bullpen broke and we were all sweating badly, and I said the heat was making me too thirsty then he disappeared into his office and came back with a bottle of water and an orange juice box only to give it to you?” 

Morgan lets out a loud laugh at that one while Reid pouts playfully, “I mean I was genuinely dying then.” 

Not without his own input, Morgan smiles softly at you with a raised brow “Did you know he personally restocks your favorite hot chocolate in the pantry and on the jet? Including the marshmallows.” 

You breathe in deeply, the revelations sounding too good to be true but winding nonetheless. You crack a small joke, trying to play it off “And I thought the bureau was just feeling really generous.” 

The two, who have grown to be such brothers, give you the exact same look of Really? 

As Reid rounds the table to go back and stand by the board, Morgan catches your attention and holds your eye, “Look, there’s so much more, kid. But they all point to the same thing.” He says this as softly as possible, as if to not scare you away. 

You let out a soft, breathy laugh. Shaking your head, “That just can’t be true.” 

With all three of your backs to the door, you don’t notice Rossi nearing. You just suddenly hear his voice from behind, rounding the table and settling the coffee cups in front of all of you, “Coffee, anyone?” 

As if trapped in the null of the previous conversation, you’re still looking at Morgan as you lean back in your chair, slumping further to seek non-existent cover. Reid, who is now back in his own world with the board, is handed a cup by Rossi, who didn’t even turn to look- only stretching out an arm to receive it and mumbling a distracted “Thanks.”  

Rossi, who is simply too smart for his own good, impressively senses something hanging in the air, nonchalantly asking about the tailend of a conversation he was not supposed to hear, “So… what can’t be true?” 

Back to lounging excessively on a chair that is a tad too tiny for him, with legs outstretched and feet on the corner on the table– Morgan spouts, “That she’s Hotch’s girl, and has no reason to be jealous of Seaver– who by the way needs the HR orientation more than Penelope and I.” 

-

Now– all of your backs are to the door except Rossi’s. Not one of you tried to move due to fatigue, let alone look.

Unbeknownst to you, Morgan, and Reid, on the way back to the precinct from the hotel, Hotch had the genius thought of picking up Rossi so the latter wouldn’t have to walk a block with trays of coffee on hand.

Hotch and Rossi arrived together. And as Rossi went around the table to give you your cups of coffee, Hotch stayed behind– leaning on the doorframe with arms crossed, watching you and the team.

Imagine his surprise, hearing what Morgan just said. His heart skipped a beat, his stomach dropped. His entire being froze entirely.. What? Jealous? 

In his mind, he had two choices: Act like he didn’t hear it and save you from embarrassment or use it to his advantage and make his intentions clear..ish. 

-

You gasp loudly at his bluntness– and in front of Rossi! Straightening in your chair and pointing an accusatory finger at Morgan, “You little– I am NOT jealous! and I am NOT Hotch’s–” 

Cut off by someone loudly clearing their throat from behind all of you, you all freeze, including Reid who hasn’t been actively paying attention until now. 

The hair on your neck stands up as you hear the nearing footsteps, already envisioning digging your own grave in your head when finally, Hotch is standing right beside you. 

You’re all still pretty frozen, save from the slow movement which is your eyes slowly lifting its gaze to the man in question until they meet his hazel orbs. He holds your stare as he leans on the desk, arms straining in his shirt– 

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Rossi fighting a smile, and just as you’re about to mentally curse him in your head, you’re broken out of your thoughts by a deep voice, 

“You don’t think you’re my girl?” 

[teaboot]

Kinda gotta admire the tiktok instagram cottagecore tradwife hoes a little bit.

Like. THEY know that the perfect pretty obedient natural-makeup gently-coiffed rural June Cleaver, barefoot-and-pregnant in a sweet little peasant dress, baking fresh bread24-7 housewife doesn't exist.

They KNOW she doesn't exist. They know she CAN'T exist- that nobody can maintain that façade without burning out eventually-

but they also know that the political divide between men and women is deeper than ever in North America, that men as a demographic are getting increasingly angry and conservative and lonely (fuck off terfs and radfems i can sense your bioessentialism coming), and that women aren't legally beholden to them anymore.

This is one of the first generations in North America where women aren't entirely reliant on finding a husband and keeping him happy to survive, to hold a bank account or live apart from their parents, and so what men are dealing with is several hundred years of being told that REAL men have hot fuckable agreeable wives and...a present reality where nobody is lining up to apply for that position.

So what these shills have done- and they ARE shills- is that they've seen that divide, that niche that isn't being filled, that role that's so unpleasant but so desired- and they've constructed a caricature for profit.

Women aren't naturally more gentle, or parental, or submissive. Women aren't naturally, effortlessly smooth and soft and hairless and desiring of simple tasks to fill their time and a big, strong provider to protect them.

But generations of marketing and media have told us it's POSSIBLE, if not for those pesky man-hating feminist libs and their oversensitive woke culture lashing out at Normal Folks for no good reason.

Like- they're selling themselves, the characters they're playing, as an IMAGE, as a FANTASY, and they rely on people BELIEVING in that fantasy to keep the money rolling in.

The people who buy into it sincerely, the women who give up their degrees and careers and financial freedom for this "simple, peaceful life" we ALL desire in some form, away from stress and technology and horrible things on the news... only to get trapped with six children and a partner with all the power who could up and strand them at any moment... they're just collateral.

Like, "Shame it didn't work out for you, have you tried losing weight and trying harder? Maybe some extra Adult Time? He wouldn't have to chase someone younger and prettier if you'd just take care of yourself and put out more."

I on't hate this faux-humble faux-simple wannabe-amish bullshit just because I grew up rural and know it's fucking stupid, hard work and blood and shit and cow piss and placement in the rain kinda crap.

I ALSO hate it because these women are straight-up class traitors, selling off not just their own image as people, but everyone else's, just to make some paper on a grift.

You know Marie Antoinette used to wear sweet little milkmaid-style dresses and play with lambs in the field, just like the poors?

Never mind that she OWNED the land, and the field, and the people, the cute little frocks, and didn't help the sheep birth, or bury the dead premies, or slaughter for meat, or fight off wolves and dogs, ferrets and foxes and rats with a stick in the winter.

It was just fashionable to pretend.

Sweet and coquettish and Quaint.

THAT is why I hate that shit, and THAT is why I give a fuck.

[frailsituation]

Tips for writing plot twists

1. Start with a false sense of security

• The best plot twists work because the audience feels confident they know what’s coming.

• How? Lay down a trail of clues that mislead without outright lying. Create a sense of inevitability.

• Example: A detective follows all the evidence to one suspect, only for the real criminal to be someone they completely overlooked.

2. Plant the seeds early

• A plot twist is most satisfying when it feels inevitable in hindsight. Subtly sprinkle clues throughout the narrative.

• How? Use small, seemingly insignificant details that take on new meaning after the reveal.

• Example: A side character is always conveniently absent during key events—later revealed to be orchestrating everything.

3. Subvert expectations without betraying logic

• A twist should surprise readers, but it must feel plausible within the story’s framework.

• How? Flip assumptions in a way that feels earned. Avoid twists that rely on coincidences or break the rules of your world.

• Example: A character who appears harmless and incompetent is revealed as the mastermind, with subtle foreshadowing tying everything together.

4. Exploit emotional investment

• Twists land harder when they involve characters the audience deeply cares about. Use relationships and personal stakes to heighten the impact.

• How? Create twists that change how readers perceive the characters they thought they knew.

• Example: The protagonist’s mentor is revealed to be the antagonist, making the betrayal personal and devastating.

5. Use red herrings strategically

• Mislead readers by planting false clues that draw attention away from the real twist.

• How? Make the red herrings believable but not overly obvious. They should enhance, not distract from, the story.

• Example: A mysterious object everyone believes is cursed turns out to be completely irrelevant, shifting focus from the true danger.

6. Timing is everything

• Reveal the twist at the moment it has the most dramatic or emotional weight. Too early, and it loses impact. Too late, and it feels rushed.

• How? Build tension to a breaking point before the twist shatters expectations.

• Example: A twist that flips the climax—when the hero thinks they’ve won, they realize they’ve fallen into the villain’s trap.

7. Allow for multiple interpretations

• A great twist makes readers rethink the entire story, encouraging them to revisit earlier scenes with new understanding.

• How? Design the twist so that the story works both before and after the reveal.

• Example: A character’s cryptic dialogue is recontextualized after the twist, revealing their hidden motives.

8. Pair the twist with consequences

• A twist shouldn’t just shock—it should change the trajectory of the story. Make it matter.

• How? Show how the twist raises the stakes or deepens the conflict, forcing the characters to adapt.

• Example: After discovering the villain is their ally, the protagonist must choose between loyalty and justice.

9. Keep the reader guessing

• A single twist is good, but layered twists create an unforgettable story. Just don’t overdo it.

• How? Build twists that complement each other rather than competing for attention.

• Example: A twist reveals the villain’s plan, followed by a second twist that the hero anticipated it and set a counter-trap.

10. Test the twist

• Before finalizing your twist, ensure it holds up under scrutiny. Does it fit the story’s logic? Does it enhance the narrative?

• How? Ask yourself if the twist creates a moment of genuine surprise while respecting your audience’s intelligence.

• Example: A shocking but clever reveal that leaves readers satisfied rather than feeling tricked.

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[taintedtort]

" LET‘S GET DIRTY! "

summary. things you do that turn them on

characters. hinata, kenma, kyotani, kuroo, nishinoya

warnings. afab!reader i think, post!timeskip, NSFW!!

a/n. i’ve been gone for soooo long im sorry!!

link to pt2 , pt3 , and pt4

☆ — HINATA

☆ he goes nuts when you wear anything that exposes your thighs. not really sure why, but he just loves them, especially if they’re on the bigger side. if you’re sitting next to him, he’s got his hand on your thigh, subtly squeezing it every now and then. easiest way to get him riled up is to wear some shorts that cling to you in all the right places. he‘s got his face between them in seconds, begging you to suffocate him.

"cmon… squeeze harder, baby."

☆ — KENMA

☆ it gets him really worked up whenever you kiss his neck, especially the back. it sends prickles over his skin every time. it’s such a casual thing, and he’s honestly embarrassed over the effect it has on him.

☆ he also loves when you spend his money on something nice for yourself (lingerie). it makes him feel nice, especially if you model for him. and of course he has to show his appreciation by dicking you down and ripping up said lingerie, spewing promises of buying you some new sets.

"mmh— shush, i’ll get you a new one."

☆ — KYOTANI

☆ loves biting. it started when you had playfully nipped at his bicep, all innocent and cute. after that, he couldn’t get enough. he’d never outright admit that to you though, so he always tries to fuck you so hard that you have to bite into his shoulder to muffle your loud noises. you’re met with a delighted groan from him each time you do it, and it doesn’t take you long to catch on. you don’t tease him about it, of course, but you do make an effort to bite him more during sex… and sometimes outside of it too ;)

"fuck! jus' like that…"

☆ — KUROO

☆ absolutely adores the noises you make. he especially enjoys the little whimpers you let out when you’re riding him, trying your hardest to keep a good pace as your thighs get more and more tired. you beg and plead for him to just flip you over, but he likes watching you get all whiny. but don’t worry, he’ll eventually give in when your slow pace starts to drive him crazy.

"giving up already? cmon, you can keep going."

☆ — NISHINOYA

☆ he likes when you initiate. it’s usually him that comes to you, but sometimes you surprise him by getting all needy, and it’s the biggest turn on in the world for him. sex like that is always quick and rough, both of you coated in sweat and panting by the end of it. he just can’t help it, though! he’d be a bad boyfriend if he didn’t immediately pounce on you and give you what you so desperately need.

"you’re so naughty, babe…"

[angelltheninth]

Would you write one piece men with a size kink with Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Law, Crocodile, Doflamingo and Mihawkc please?

(Some are so tall that a size kink is inevitable)

That is true, a lot of these man are really tall! Great height if you ask me.

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro, Sanji Vinsmoke, Portgas D. Ace, Dracule Mihawk, Trafalgar Law, Crocodile, Donquixote Doflamingo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, gentle sex, praise, size kink, creampie, breeding kink, sub/dom dynamics, power imbalance

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A/N: Kinda looking forward to that new anime adaptation. Maybe this time we can get no fillers.

Zoro admires you for trying to take his dick after you only came once. He knows it won't happen, he needs to loosen you up with his fingers, spread you open on them and then when your pussy is begging to be filled push inside. While he can be rough in combat and harsh with you sometimes he is very careful when having sex with you. Almost like he's a different man, all soft and asking if you're okay, if you can still take more or should he stop.

Sanji constantly teases you by telling you that you can't take all of him and is more than happy to be proven wrong. When you come and he's barely half way inside of you he will get the most annoying smirk on his face and tell you he told you so. Should have listened to him, but then you get sick of his taunting and take his cock all the way at once. He has to admit that's impressive but still you shouldn't force yourself just for his pleasure, not that he doesn't enjoy it.

Ace feels bad about how big he is because he can always tell that taking his entire cock is a struggle for you, no matter the hole. Creampies might be one of his favorite things, and he really wants to get you pregnant when you're far into your relationship but even then he's careful while pushing his girthy cock into your tight wetness. His eyes roll back when he bottoms out. To him just the fact that you're willing to take all if him is a testament to how much you love him.

Mihawk honestly doesn't care if you can take all of him or not but he loves how he dwarfed you in size of everything. His fingers fill you so easily, his cock feels heavy on your tongue and in your hand, his body looms over yours. It's dominance and he doesn't even have to try that hard. Of course he can't deny the pleasure he experiences when you sit on his cock, taking him in fully and begging, mumbling for more, to be filled up and stretched out.

Law starts out very gentle and lets you get rougher, he usually encourages you to. The first time you took all of him he actually couldn't believe it, you were so determined too. Since then he never had sex with you without sheathing all of himself inside of you and watching your eyes roll back when he hits the deepest parts of you. Usually he had to hold back in previous relationships but not with you and that is very refreshing.

Crocodile barely gives you time to adjust to his length before fucking you so hard you almost pass out. The only thing keeping you conscious is that he is ordering you to be and you've never been able to refuse his orders, he was in charge. In his eyes you're his perfidious lover but also his favorite cocktoy, there's no pussy better than yours. He will tell you so too, every time you take him all the way in.

Doflamingo knows he's a bit too much for you but he never lets you pull away until he bottoms out in you. If you try to get away he grabs you harder and keeps you still. Smirks down at you, cooing at you, teasing you by going even slower do you can feel every inch of his dick splitting you open. Let the bruises on your hips and throat be a lesson to you, never try to get away from him when he's balls deep in your cunt.