#cop!reader

[babyjackdaniels]

[fictionalmenxyn]

𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦? 𝐎𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞?

Pairing: firefighter!eddie x cop!reader (fem)

Warning: light language (once mentioned ‘shit’), injury, threats, attempt arson attack, blood, reader takes a hit (stitches but NO mentions of needles) and I believe that’s all!

Summary: 118 and Y/n had been called to an accident, nothing strange. The manager of the diner said that she could smell a gas leak but they recently had that checked. Y/n asked a few questions to the manager, revealing more information. That’s when it all clicked Y/n.

--༒⚠︎︎༒--

Just another normal evening in Los Angles, while patrolling. Driving in your ford suv cop car, your radio came on. And with a familiar voice (May) it spoke “dispatch 813 P28, we’ve got a call from a person who has said there was a supposed car crash at the ‘come dine’ diner on Lakewood avenue” you nod subconsciously nod “copy that dispatch, on my way.”

You put your sirens on and head start to the scene.

You pull up already seeing Athena’s car there. You park up and hop out, putting your sunglasses on, you walked over. Seeing the 118 fire engines already there, Hen and Chimney helping some witnesses that were at the diner.

“Hey, Athen, what’s it looking like?” You approach Athen. She had her hands in her pockets as she replied “looks like the driver made a run for it after crashing, Bobby said once they had showed up, driver was no where to be seen.” You hummed “that’s odd, you think they’re injured? Looks like a bad crash..”

You look at the scene in front of you. The large window of the diner has half a car doing through it. Smashed glass everywhere, tables and chairs knocked over or broken. “Well, nobody besides the get away driver seems to be in bad shape…” you look around after Athen spoke. Seeing only a couple and a mom with her child. Only minor injuries, cuts and bruises at most. You asked “you think it’s a dui?” Athen answers “I mean, possibly? It’s half six on a Friday evening..”

Athena’s name had been called, so you were left to yourself for a moment. Sticking your hands into the arm parts of your utility vest. Glancing around the scene, you saw the 118 team by the engine. You smiled and walked on over. Seeing Buck and Ravi standing next to each other while Eddie sat on the small ledge on the engine. Hen and Chimney were at their fire ambulance patching people up as Bobby was talking with other fire captains and police officers.

You approached the three guys “hey you three.” The guys look over, Buck and Ravi almost in sync “hey.” Eddie chuckled at the two then looked at you “hey, mi amor” you smiled “hey, heard of anything from here?” Buck replied “nope, just a crash… without the driver” you nodded. Eddie asked “talked to any witnesses yet?” You shook your head “just got here five minutes ago. Athena told me she already had officers asking round” he nodded.

After some chatting a person in a retro outfit approached us. “Hi um, I think there is something up with the diner..” you raised an eyebrow “what’s wrong with it? Besides the car?” The person spoke “I’m the manager of the diner, i went back in the back to my office… something is smelling real bad in there… I think it’s a gas leak, but we just had that checked not too long ago..” the guys all geared up once again and went inside. You escort the manager to the side and out of the way. You ask some questions and chat with the manager. She told you how she saw a guy running out of the car, but he looked to be unscrewing something at the back of the car.

The guys came back out, Eddie walked over and spoke “hey, it’s a gas leak, but it seems to be unscrewed and damaged like someone went at it…” you look to the manager and she replied “nobody has been down there since the handyman had been down there..” Eddie added on “yeah, somebody left a rusty old wrench down there… couldn’t have been a handyman’s wrench..”

…A rusty wrench? Nobody had been down there? Saw a guy unscrew something at the back of his car? Gasoline? No… a gas leak and gasoline? That wouldn’t cause a fire… just yet.. but it could’ve… Your thoughts clicked on…you thanked the manager for her time.

Eddie looked at you in confusion.

You quickly made your way over to the car. You mumbled “thought so…” Athena looked over “everything good, Y/n/n?” You called out “this wasn’t a simple crash… I think this was intentional” Athena walks over “what?”

“I was with the one eighteen.. then the manager complained of a smell, a gas leak, Eddie checked it out and told me it looked as if someone had purposely damaged it. Before that I was questioning the manager; she said a guy had ran out of the car. But before he fled the scene, he was unscrewing something.” You gesture to the gas cap on the car. Athena clicked on too “maybe he had some sort of match or lighter on him?” You added “and maybe he fled because he saw first responders.” You jog over to the manager, “hey sorry to bother you again, but can you tell me when you saw the guy run out the car?” The lady responded “around six twenty..” you gave her a small smile and thanked her. You then jog over to Eddie.

“Hey babe, around what time did you and the team arrive here?”

“Uhh I’d say around six twenty? Why?”

It all clicked together, “this is an attempted arson”

“Wait what? Y/n! What?!”

You jog back over to Athena, “yep, we guessed correctly, one eighteen arrived right as the suspect would’ve caused the arson.” Athena nodded and headed over to Rick and explained our theory.

You walked over to Eddie, you explained everything you and Athena had just discussed. You stood next to Eddie and now Buck. Glancing around at the crowd that had formed over the time you had been there.

You notice a guy, looked about early twenties maybe late teens. A black hoodie and dark jeans. You saw a large stain on the bottom of his jeans. He looked fidgety or on edge, more like… suspicious.

You tilted your body towards Eddie “hey, don’t make it suspicious, but the guy in the crowd, black hoodie, dark jeans, looks young 18 maybe 20 at most.. looks fidgety, he’s got a big stain at the bottom of his jeans..” Eddie and Buck glanced over. Buck replied “yeah, he seems off, huh?” You nodded in agreement. Eddie suggested “you gonna go over and talk to him?” You nodded “worth a shot..”

You casually made your way over; as you got close enough the guys saw you. He panicked and darted off in a direction. You called out “we’ve got a runner!” Athena looked over. She saw the guy running, also saw you hot on his tail. Athena started to run too, following you both.

You pressed your thumb on the radio “dispatch, this is Sargent Y/l/n, got a possible suspect of the diner accident on Lakewood avenue, he’s on the run. Male, late teens early twenties, black hoodie, dark jeans with large stain on the bottom, pale skin brown hair.” You call out “hey! You won’t be able to run forever!”

You kept chasing the possible suspect. He caught himself on his foot and miss stepped; giving you an advantage. You practically throw yourself on him, taking him to the ground. He tried to fight you off of him, he threatened “get off me, I’ll- I’ll hurt you!” You reached for your cuffs “not today, you’re in custody of attempted arson” the guy lashed out. He reached in his hoodie pocket. Grabbing a small pocket knife, waving it around as he tried to get you. You tried your best to dodge it.

Feeling a slight sting in your face, you felt blood trickle down your cheek. You look down at the guy. He threatened again “get off! I will do it again!” “You will not-”You tried to grab his wrist, sadly he was quicker.

You felt a sharp burning sensation in your arm. You see you have been stabbed, lucky for you, it was only the tip of the blade. You look down at the now ripped arm of your shirt, along with a dark patch forming against the navy of your uniform “shit…”

You heard a voice “Y/n/n!” Athena ran over just in time with two other guy police officers. You got up as the two guys took over and detained the guy. Athen looked you over “he cut you…” you nodded. “He got me in the arm too.” Athena saw the blood that started to trickle down your arm.

Athena pressed her thumb on her radio “this is Sargent Grant, we’ve got an injured officer, Sargent Y/l/n, she’s been stabbed in her arm and a cut to her cheek.” We could hear Bobby through the radio “bring her back to the scene, Hen and Chimney will take a look at her.” “Roger that, Cap.” You both head back to the scene.

Eddie spotted you quicker than anyone. He ran over, he held your uninjured arm “baby, you alright?!” You nodded “yeah, it’s not too bad, it was just the tip of a pocket knife.” Eddie still looked concerned, you couldn’t blame him.

You were now sat on the ledge of the ambulance, Hen is stitching your arm up while Eddie watched over her shoulder. Chimney asked “so you got the guy now though, right?” You nodded “after I tackled him to the ground, and his exchange-” gestures to the stab wound and cut to your cheek “-Athena and two other cops came over, they took over as Athena did a once over on me.” Chimney and Hen nodded.

Once Hen was done, you thanked her and stood up. Now only having one long sleeve on your navy uniform shirt. You looked to Eddie “see, I’m all good now, Ed, I promise..” you open your arms for him. Which he gladly walked into.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around your waist. He whispered “you’re a badass for taking that guy down, but still gotta be careful, love.” You chuckled softly and replied “it’s all apart of the job, besides I didn’t know he had a pocket knife on him.” He hummed in agreement.

“Well expect some tlc from Christopher and I tonight, yeah?” You smiled at his comment “yeah…” he smiled.

He leaned closer to your face, “alright, I’ve gotta head back to the station, see you in four hours?” You smile and nod “see you in four hours, my love.”

He glances to your lips momentarily, then he leans in and kisses your lips softly for a moment. Savouring your kiss, he then pulls away reluctantly. “I love you, see you later…” you smile and respond “I love you too, babe.” He waved then jogged over to the fire engine. You wave to the rest of the team before heading back over to your cop car and getting in it. Continuing the rest of your shift with one long sleeve and a new set of stitches. You pulled off and continued the rest of your four and a half hours of your shift.

All you could think about was your tlc that Eddie mentioned. Most likely a movie night in, eating popcorn or candy with your favourite boys, Eddie and Christopher…

--༒⚠︎︎༒--

[danigirls-missions]

Home Sweet Lost

This was inspired by a hc of mine where Leon is a little boy and is having a hard time with his life as an orphan after the death of his parents. I hop eyou enjoy this because it is always on my mind and sometimes drives me crazy.

Synposis:

After the death of his parents, Leon is faced with being an orphan and trying to survive in this world with at least someone to guide him. Except maybe one person.

Child!Leon x mother figure!reader

It was hard to see that sweet little boy hiding under the table crying when we arrived at the crime scene. He couldn't have been maybe 5 or 6 years old. I had taken him under my wing and took him with me to the ambulance to make sure he didn't have a mark on him. He was safe, just scared. Not a mark on him except the scar of seeing his parents were just killed.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" I asked the little boy. He hiccups his name to me, "L-Leon."

"Are you okay, Leon?"

"I want my mommy." he sobs and hugs my neck. My heart breaks as I hug the little boy back, reassuring him everything would be okay. I at least hoped so for this little kid.

"Let's take you to the station, sweetie. Are you hungry?" He nods his head and that was when I put him in the patrol car, and we headed out to the station.

Few years later in the orphanage

Narrator Pov

Ever since he had lost his parent's and Leon was saved by the sweet police officer that night, everything had turned into a nightmare for the young boy. It was only the beginning, though. When he was moved and sentenced to live in the orphanage, he had a rough time with the other children. Always picking on him and bullying him for just no reason. Only to be mean. His favorite person to go to was the caregiver who helped take care of the children. But whenever it came to going to school, he would work so hard only for more people to mess with him.

"Where's your parents?"

"He doesn't have parents! He's a gross, disgusting orphan! He probably lives with a rat somewhere!"

He would run away and try to get away from them only to get tripped by another kid. When he stands up, the kid starts to throw things at him. Punches, kicks, until finally Leon tries fighting back with all his might. He throws a punch to his bully and finally gets him off of him. But when he sees that he made his nose bleed, that's when he ran away from the schoolyard. Teachers watched as they called for him to come back. Crying and scared, Leon ran and ran away. When he looks back with blurry tear-filled eyes, that's when he ran into the patrol officer that had saved him a couple years back.

"Leon? Hey buddy, what are you doing? Why were you running?" she asks him. He couldn't say much, but hug her. She hugs him back. "Hey hey, it's okay. Look, why don't we go to the station and we can get you something to eat, kid." She says.

"O-Okay." He says as he hops into the patrol car after the officer opened the door for him. When she closes the door she gets a radio call about a kid that ran away from school. "10/4 officer Rylee. I've got the runaway with me. We'll be down to the station in a few minutes. Over and out." She sighs and looks over at Leon. "You okay, buddy?" She asks him. He sniffles and doesn't say a thing. He wipes his nose with a napkin that she had given him. "I ran away because they were bullying me. They always bully me. Even at the orphanage. The kids are so mean and I hate it here." He was angry, scared, sad. It was hard for the officer to see him like this. Or any kid in that matter. No kid should lose their parents in a way that he lost his. The officer drives off and they go to grab something to eat. She then drops him off at the station and she calls for the orphanage caregiver to come and pick him up.

"You know, son. You can't let these kids get to you. If you let them in, they're going to hurt you more and more. You shouldn't let everything they say bother you, Leon. And you certainly shouldn't let the things that have happened to you in your life control who you become. Do you understand?" The officer says to the young boy. Leon nods his head and looks up at her. "Someday, I hope I can be a cop just like you." He says with a smile. She felt like that's the first time she had ever seen this kid smile in his life. "You be whatever you want to, kid. Just make sure to always do the right thing."

When the caregiver arrives, he waves goodbye to the officer with a smile, knowing she did something good for that kid.

[bunnyweasley23]

CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST

✨Currently Accepting Fic requests!

✨All fics are written with a black!fem!reader in mind. However they can still be read and enjoyed by everyone

✨I have not watched the CM reboot but can write for it if given enough information

Main MasterList 🔗

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

• Spencer Reid/Mattew Gray Gubler

Nothing yet…

• Aaron Hotchner/Thomas Gibson

Nothing yet…

• Derek Morgan/ Shemar Moore

Nothing yet…

• Emily Prentiss/Paget Brewster

Nothing yet…

• David Rossi / Joe Mantegna

Nothing yet…

• Penelope Garcia/Kirsten Vangsness

Nothing yet…

• Jennifer 'JJ'Jareau/Andrea Joy 'AJ' Cook

Nothing yet…

• Elle Greenaway /Lola Glaudini

Nothing yet…

• Kate Callahan/Jennifer Love Hewitt

Nothing yet…

• Tara Lewis/Aisha Taylor

Nothing yet…

• Luke Alvez/Adam Rodriguez

Nothing yet…

[i-misread-radiance-as-raindance]

excerpt from a potential fic

"life choices"

whoever stops the seal, dies.

guess how you spend your saturday evening, my dear reader.

You wake up at the back of a van.

As your body tries to get used to the heavy-duty vehicle rattling through the worst road you've ever felt in your life, you wonder, ‘how did your life get to this?’ You, a young and bright-eyed sub-inspector whose ‘honesty’ (read: stupidity) got them transferred to some backwater town in Northwestern India. You. You.

The truck gives a jerk and your brain fog clears a bit more. The memories are coming back now. It was a lorry, you believe. A lorry you had stopped at the road-barrier when it almost passed unchecked through the solitary highway. There was a symbol on it, which the other officers kept calling ‘seal’ with a trembling voice. A demon, or something? You can't remember. The air in this van is terrible, they should check the ventilation for faults.

…In hindsight, it's probably a carrier for meat. It smells like it. You suppress a gag, trying to pull your hand up to cover your mouth. Which failed, because both your hands, curled into fists in zipties, came and hits you straight on your lip.

“Ough.” You articulate.

There's some commotion at the front, where—you assume—the driver is seated. The words sound something like ‘...finally awake...see what it means...stop the seal...'. You don't know what that means. It's a seal. The presiding officer had quaked out something about ‘i-i-if we even n-name this p-p-place, t-they will kill us’. The truck gives another jerk, harder this time, and you, with your throbbing head, passed out.

—-—-—

You wake up in an ashen, dust-covered cell. The iron bars in front of you are covered in rust. One cut and it's over for you. You look down and check your arms. No cuts, thank god, but the zipties have been replaced by large, black metal shackles. The metal is cold and presses harshly against your wrists. Your eyes follow the thick chains to a large pillar behind you, looped in such a way that you can't shimmy out of it.

—-—-—

Two bulky guards with huge septum rings and dense beards come in and drag you out of the cell by your shoulders after seven hours of you passing in and out of consciousness. They look like bulls.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask, not quite feeling your best as the backs of your (noticeably bare) feet scraped against the rough stone floors. You're being dragged through what looks like a very big fortress, with candelabras lighting up the dark hallways. The walls are charcoal black, the curtains are charcoal black and the floors are—you’re never going to believe what.

The bigger guard on your right grunts. The smaller on your left says, “Karta.”

[friendlyspidercop]

I'm so excited for the next Spider-man game, just because it has so much potential for angst. Cop!reader who had a crush on him seeing the drastic changes in PS4!Spider-man's normal attitude, becoming too agressive because of the symbiote. She doesn't realize, so when she attempts their normal back-and-forth with him she's surprised/hurt when he bites back at her. He even becomes more distant with her or just avoids her completely.

sorry I'm-

aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ur so right UR SO RIGHT

cop!reader who has finally started letting down their walls for spider-man, slowly letting him in and just finally beginning to trust him; entertaining the idea of what it would be like to rely on him. accepting that underneath the mask, he’s a good guy, someone they can trust. and that’s just what peter has been trying to get cop!reader to understand since he first caught feelings!!! and oh, how he would have loved that… if he was himself.

symbiote!spider-man just taking the relationship and its potential that peter has so carefully been building for so long, then destroying it… yes

[p0orbaby]

Left For Ruin - Chapter 3

Summary - Revelations and riddles.

Warnings - Mention of weapons, alcohol and throwing up, language probably, terrible use of the Russian language

Authors note - This was a fun chapter to write. Sorry it’s so short though :(

Word count - 1.4k

Navigation | Series Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

“You look great” a voice sounded from next to you. You didn’t even have to open your eyes to know the sarcastic tone came from the mouth of Natasha.

“This is your fault, you did this to me” you stated groggily as you tried to sit up. Your head felt thick and your eyes ached from the light that seeped through the curtains. “What time is it?”

“You missed the breakfast if that’s what you’re asking”

“Shit”

“But I smuggled some of the continental before they cleared it. The waitress gave me daggers so I slipped her a tip, which you now owe me for by the way”

“Hmm sounds about right, but thank you anyway. How are you not on death's door too?”

“I’m Russian remember, we had vodka instead of milk in our bottles as babies”

“That sounds like a job for child predictive services if you ask me”

When you were finally upright, you noticed there were already water and painkillers on your bedside table. Noticing your confusion, Natasha gave you an explanation.

“I thought you’d feel fragile this morning, so I left them out for you incase I wasn’t back before you woke up”

“Back from where?” You asked, not being sure if she meant breakfast or not.

“The precinct” she replied matter of factly.

“You went without me?” You feigned shock before you leant over to grab the pills and water from the bedside table.

“I didn’t think you’d be up for it, and I wanted to surprise you if I received anything good, which I did”

“Are you going to tell me or are you just going to sit there and make me guess”

“It depends, do you-“

“Natasha” your tone made her raise her eyebrows in surprise. You didn’t have the patience for games when you felt like death warmed up.

“Okay okay, well firstly the Chief gave me the names and information on the people that the General was involved with, but the best part is that we got a weapon match, and you’ll never guess what it is”

“Please enlighten me before I keel over”

“A sword”

“What?”

“That was the weapon used to kill both the General and his son, a sword”

“A sword?”

“Drink every time you say sword and you’ll be black out drunk in thirty seconds”

“Carry on and I’ll throw up all over you, and I won’t even regret it”

“Are you not happy with this? It narrows down the search”

“Yeah I am but, why on Earth would someone use a sword to kill someone? A little out there isn’t it?”

“Easier for us though, I’ve told Fury and he said we’ve got enough information for now to go back, we leave tomorrow”

“So much for my dream holiday in Russia” you breathed out.

“Don’t fret, we’ve still got today and I have something planned. Eat up and be ready within the hour”

-

You had to get a taxi to the destination Natasha had planned. lucky for you the drive wasn’t too far because your stomach still felt dodgy, even after the croissant and crackers you had. And after having to give Natasha the money for breakfast, you really didn’t want to have to pay a cleaning bill if you blew chunks all over the backseat. So when you rolled up outside, you hastily got out of the car, thankful for the fresh air.

The building wasn’t anything grand. However the structure reminded you slightly of the houses you’d see in fairytale books. The white and orange walls warming the scenery in stark contrast to the bland colours of winter in Russia.

“Able to translate the plaque?” Natasha asked as she approached after paying the taxi driver.

“Not quite, my Russian isn’t just rusty, but nonexistent”

“Третьяковская Галерея” she replied with a smirk on her face.

“Ha ha, very funny”

“Sorry, it says ‘The State Tretyakov Gallery’, or just Tretyakov Gallery, I thought it’d be quiet enough for you to get over your hangover but not be stuck in the room all day wallowing”

Apparently in your hungover state, you had completely missed where she had brought you. “How did you know I wanted to come here?” You asked, a wide smile covering your face at the realisation.

“I sit next to you all day, so I can see your Google searches,” she replied honestly.

“As much as I should be annoyed by that, I can’t be, thank you for bringing me here”

-

The gallery was spectacular. It was amazing to see so many pieces of art from Russian history. The only thing that would make it better was if Natasha wasn’t wandering off taking phone calls every five minutes. You weren’t required to take work calls today so they must have been personal. You wondered who she was talking to.

“Sorry” she whispered as she finished her most recent call.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah just a friend, want to move into the next room?”

You noticed how Natasha shut down the chance for you to ask anymore questions. Who she was speaking to wasn’t any of your business, and she had no obligation to stay with you as you walked around, but you were aware of her absence nonetheless.

As you made your way into the next room, her phone rang again, but this time she ignored it, letting it quietly ring out. You could feel her standing behind you as you looked at ‘The Morning of the Streltsy Execution’, an intricate painting of a public execution after a failed uprising. You leant back slightly so her front was against your back. She reciprocated your movements by placing her hand lightly on your hip. Warmth emanated off of her, and all you could do was smile.

You were about to turn ask Natasha if she knew anything more about the history of the painting when her phone rang again.

“You might as well answer it, they’ll keep ringing otherwise” you said as you stepped away from her once more. You were cold again without her near.

“If it’s important they’ll leave a message”

“It’s okay, I’m a big girl, I’m sure I can fend for myself for a few minutes. Take your call”. So she did, leaving you alone once more.

After a couple of minutes of you walking around admiring the pieces, you felt a presence behind you. Thinking Natasha had finished her call, you swivelled around dramatically, ready to tell her all the things you learnt in the short time she was gone. Yet when you weren’t met with Natasha’s famous smirk, you were a little lost in your tracks.

“Привет” the stranger said, smiling at you like you were a friend.

“Urm, can I help you?”

“Sorry, I thought you spoke Russian, I overheard your partner over there speaking it on the phone, I said hello to her too”

“Oh she’s not my partner. Well actually she is, but not in the romantic way. We’re colleagues. Work partners” you could hear yourself rambling, not making this awkward situation any more enjoyable.

“My apologies”. There was a brief pause before the stranger spoke again. “I saw you admiring The Morning of the Streltsy Execution, fascinating don’t you think?”

“Maybe not the word I would use, but educational nonetheless”

“I always found it commendable that someone was willing to do whatever it took to achieve their goals. How Peter the Great was able to filter the wheat from the chaff is something very inspiring. Ruthlessness is something that isn’t praised as much as it should be”

Desperately trying to find something to say to end this bizarre conversation as soon as possible, you were luckily saved by the bell, hearing your own phone ringing this time from inside your jacket pocket.

Looking over at the peculiar person next to you with a feigned sympathetic look in your eye, gesturing you needed to answer the phone.

“This better be important Nick, because I’m too hungover for small talk”

“You need to come back tonight, I’ve got you a jet scheduled to take off in an hour”

“What is it with people making me guess things today. Are you going to elaborate?”

“Another body has turned up, and it’s missing an arm”

“Christ, alright we’ll head back to the hotel now”

Before you had the chance to turn away to find Nat, the stranger grabbed your forearm, halting your movements.

“Remember, rebellions against progressive innovations only make the agitator look moronic. Revolting against the right cause is a recipe for disaster”

Taglist

General Taglist: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @jromanoff @diaryoflife @xxromanoffxx @marrymemcgrath @smileyromanoff

Series Taglist: @when-wolves-howl @thorya22 @lizlil @lyak12 @blackxwidowsxwife @pawiie

N.R Taglist: @strangegardentaco

[07x1x4x1]

love is the death of duty | cover

Squid Game | Jun-ho x cop!Reader | 18+

Summary: Two idiots in love is a dangerous combination, especially if their occupation forces them to risk their lives every single day. But who’d die if both would take a bullet for the other?

­­»» MASTERLIST!

If you’d like to be on the taglist for this story, please drop a comment or send me a DM! Cheers babes ♥