"Aren't you going to answer me?" you whispered to Daryl, staring at him laid out on the couch, his ankles crossed.
He nervously licked his lips and sighed. "Prob'ly should wait. I make bad decisions when 'm tired."
You twirled the glass in your hands. "Didn't you say you're always tired?"
"Exactly," Daryl drawled, laying his arm over his eyes and settling in more deeply.
You laughed lightly. "Well... I could be one of those bad decisions," you said, in a low voice. "I wouldn't mind..."
Daryl's arm immediately lifted off his eyes and he turned so fast to look at you he thought he might have sprained his neck. You laughed again and felt a blush burn in your cheeks. "The hell ya just say?" he drawled, in disbelief. "I think that would be your bad decision."
You smiled and subconsciously bit your bottom lip, your eyes flickering over his face. "No. It wouldn't. It'd probably be one of the best I ever made."
Prompt: "I make bad decisions when I'm tired." / "Didn't you say you're always tired?" / "Exactly."
☾synopsis: after leaving the fireflies and the things she can’t forget, abby discovers that even in the darkness, small lights and someone to share them with, can still exist.
☾content warnings: PTSD/trauma, references to past violence, emotional intensity, fluff mostly, set after the events of abby’s time in the WLF, tension, flirting, abby x reader
Abby doesn’t like talking about the past.
most people know that. they don’t push. they don’t ask about the faded firefly patch she used to keep tucked away in the bottom of her bag, or why she sometimes goes quiet when someone mentions the old days.
you don’t ask either.
but you notice.
you notice the way she stares a little too long at the sunset over the water. the way her shoulders go tight whenever someone jokes about how different things used to be. the way she rolls her sleeves down when old scars show.
tonight, you’re both sitting on the outer edge of the stadium, legs dangling over the concrete. it’s quieter here. the sounds of the WLF fade into distant chatter and clanking metal.
abby’s elbows rest on her knees, hands clasped loosely. she looks tired in a way that has nothing to do with training.
you don’t say anything at first. you just sit beside her.
after a minute, you nudge her boot with yours. “you’re thinking too loud.”
she huffs softly. “that a problem?”
“depends. is it broody thinking or regular thinking?”
she glances at you, one corner of her mouth twitching. “didn’t know there was a difference.”
“oh, there is,” you say mock seriously. “broody thinking comes with the whole… staring into the distance like you’re in a shitty dramatic movie.”
abby lets out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “you’re ridiculous.”
“yeah, but i’m right.”
she doesn’t deny it.
the silence settles again, softer this time. the sky’s starting to dim, turning the clouds pink and gold. you lean back on your hands.
“you ever miss it?” you ask gently.
Abby stiffens slightly. not enough for anyone else to notice— but you feel it in the air between you.
“…sometimes,” she admits.
it’s quiet. honest.
you nod. “I get that.”
she glances at you, like she’s trying to figure out how much to say. “it wasn’t… what people think. not all hope and heroics.”
“i figured.”
“we were just… trying,” she says, voice low. “most days it felt like that was all we had.”
you watch her, the way the fading light catches in her braid, the tension in her jaw.
“trying counts,” you comment matter-of-factly.
she looks at you skeptically.
you shrug. “world’s still here, isn’t it?”
Abby studies your face for a second, like she’s searching for something. whatever she finds makes her shoulders relax a fraction.
“you’re good at this,” she mumbles softly.
“what?”
“making things… less heavy.”
you grin. “i’m charming.”
“debatable.”
you bump her shoulder. “rude.”
she bumps you back, a little harder. “accurate.”
you laugh quietly, and she watches you. Not the horizon, not the fading sky, just you.
“you know,” you say all of a sudden, “if you were still a firefly, you’d be the worst one.”
Abby snorts. “oh yeah? why’s that?”
“too serious. you’d be out there like—” you deepen your voice dramatically, “‘this is a mission. no smiling allowed.’”
she shakes her head, smiling despite herself. “i smiled.”
“rarely I’m sure,” You tease.
“not true.”
“prove it.”
abby hesitates, then nudges your knee with hers. “i’m smiling right now.”
you glance up at her, eyes flitting over her features. “yeah… I guess you are.”
the last bit of sunlight fades, leaving the first stars faintly visible. neither of you move.
after a while, Abby speaks again, voice low. “you know… they used to talk about fireflies like they were… hope. A light when you’re lost in the darkness.”
you hum. “i like that.”
she looks at you, expression gentler than usual. “you kinda remind me of that.”
your eyebrows lift. “me? i thought i was ridiculous.”
“you are,” she tilts her head regarding you. “but… still.”
heat creeps up your neck. you try to play it off. “careful, Anderson. you’re getting sentimental.”
“don’t get used to it.”
“too late.”
your shoulders brush again. this time, you lean just slightly closer. she doesn’t move away.
“For what it’s worth…” you speak up after a moment.
“Hm?”
“whatever’s behind you- it didn’t take the good with it.”
abby freezes for a heartbeat, like she’s parsing the words, then lets out a strangled breath, her lips curve, slow and warm, the kind of smile that only reaches her eyes when no one else is looking.
“yeah?”
“yeah.” you say, quiet but steady. “I do.”
her pinky brushes yours— delicate, hesitant. you don’t pull away. neither does she.
the silence stretches. and finally, you break it, grinning just a little:
“so… uh… are you gonna say something, or just keep staring at me like that?”
abby’s eyes widen for half a second, cheeks heating. she scoffs quietly, mock-offended.
“shut up,” she defends, but it lacks it’s bite.
you laugh, soft and warm.
“you’re terrible at this,” you tease.
“i’m not terrible,” she fires back, smirking now, “i’m just… selective with my words.”
“selective, huh?” you grin. “So… I should count myself lucky, then?”
abby rolls her eyes fondly.
“don’t get used to it,” she mutters, but there’s warmth in her tone, and the corner of her mouth betrays a smile.
you chuckle softly, pressing your shoulder a little closer. the night stretches around you, dark and endless, but somehow here beside her, it feels like a small, steady glow you could follow anywhere. A quiet light in the dark, and for the first time tonight, it’s enough.
a/n: thanks for reading! I already love you. my internet has been shit all day it’s a miracle I could post this lol.
also this may be the closest I come to writing angst so enjoy it🥸
Hii! :3 And happy birthday, I wish you all the best!! ❤️❤️ Your fanfics are great and you seem like a lovely person <3 I've thought about sending my request and congratulating you as soon as I saw the requests are open again, but in my homecountry, they say that congratulating someone's birthday early brings bad luck (so I didn't) LOL 😭
As for my request, I'll just repeat it – office siren reader (female if possible, but whatever you feel comfortable writing, of course!) x Aventurine and Gallagher (separately). Also, as I mentioned before, it'd be great if the lyrics of Busy Woman could somehow be relevant (like, the reader is kind of a tease??), but I understand that I'm probably being too vague here lmao 💔
I had this imagine with Gallagher where the reader is a regular visitor in the bar where he serves, so they banter (and optionally flirt ;3) every time they come for a drink and a bit of relaxation after a long day of work (i'm going crazy over that man fr 😔🙏🏻)
Anyway, that's just my idea and feel free to ignore it, I know you probably get a lot of asks, aren't always in the mood, or just don't have any inspiration :3 Have a great day!
Busy Woman, Open Calendar
Tags: Gallagher x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Flirtation & Banter, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining (?), Emotional Tension, Office Siren!Reader, Flirty!Reader, Female!Reader, Mature Themes, Power Dynamics (Aventurine's part), Underlying Angst, Light Dom/Sub Undertones, Touch-Starved Characters, Implied Smut/Suggestive Content (Nothing Explicit) (?), Bittersweet Undertones, Unspoken Feelings, Duality in Tone (Playful ↔ Vulnerable).
Warnings: Suggestive content, Emotional vulnerability, Trauma references, Heavy themes, Power imbalance, Alcohol consumption (Gallagher's part), Implied past trauma.
A/N: TY!!! <33
The Sweet Dream Special had seen all sorts: drunks, dreamers, dealers, and tired corporate puppets looking to unlace their collars. But only one of them ever got under Gallagher’s skin.
You.
Each evening you strolled in, heels clacking like a metronome announcing trouble, dressed in pinstripes and red lipstick sharp enough to slash through his emotional armor. You slid into your usual spot at the bar like you owned it, elbow perched on the counter, your gaze languid and amused.
“Evening, Officer,” you purred, deliberately using the title to fluster. “Got anything that'll knock the paperwork out of my skull?”
Gallagher glanced up from his polishing ritual, scar catching the warm bar light just so. He gave you that look—tired, unbothered, but just slightly amused.
“You sure you don’t want chamomile tea and a yoga mat instead?” he murmured, setting a dark amber drink in front of you. “You look like a lawsuit in heels.”
You grinned. “You look like trauma with a pour spout. We’re even.”
He huffed through his nose. Not quite a laugh, but close.
This was your dance. Always skirting close to something more dangerous, more intimate. You were flirty—relentlessly so—but not unkind. Just busy. Sharp. Self-possessed. And he’d lie to himself every damn night pretending it didn’t affect him.
You sipped the drink and sighed theatrically. “If you keep making it this good, I might just marry you.”
“Don't threaten me. I’m old, not deaf.”
You leaned closer over the bar, enough for him to catch a whiff of your perfume—rich, spicy, with something floral buried in it. “You keep calling yourself old, Gallagher, but I think you like it when I test your heart rate.”
His gaze didn’t flicker. But his hand did pause as he reached for a shaker.
“Not the kind of test I’m trained for,” he said quietly. “And not the kind I’d pass.”
There it was. That flicker of melancholy behind the sarcasm. You tilted your head, lips parting. It was the only time you softened.
“Maybe I don’t want you to pass,” you said. “Maybe I just want someone who doesn’t bullshit me.”
That earned you a pause.
“…You come here to tease, or to connect?” he asked, suddenly serious.
You smiled. Not flirtatious this time—gentle. “I’m a busy woman, Gallagher. If I make time for someone… it’s not by accident.”
The silence between you was a thread pulled taut.
Then you broke it with a wink. “Besides, you’re the only man in this city who’s seen me tipsy and still managed to say no.”
A quiet chuckle, low and cracked. He set down the bottle and leaned in close enough that you could see the line where his glove met his wrist.
“You ask one more time,” he murmured, “and I won’t.”
Your pulse jumped. You swirled the drink, watching the amber spin.
"Then I'll have to decide whether I want a sip… or a bite."
You left without answering. But your number, scrawled in lipstick on a napkin, stayed behind.
He pocketed it without a word.
Aventurine first noticed you at a contract renegotiation table.
You were the sharp-dressed chaos in the corner, phone in hand, heels too high for diplomacy, attitude dialed to lethal. You knew what everyone wanted, and weaponized that knowledge in stilettos and smirks.
He liked that. You were like a loaded die—dangerous, but delightful when you landed in his favor.
After that, you saw each other often: at high-stakes parties, late boardroom nights, deals soaked in champagne and subtext.
The first time he flirted with you, you brushed it off with a laugh and a casual, “You couldn’t afford the consultation fee, darling.”
He smiled like a shark.
Game on.
Tonight, it was different. The two of you were alone. The IPC lounge, empty. Your calendars had conveniently aligned.
“You really are a busy woman,” he said, pouring wine with practiced grace. “You cancel more meetings than the Annual Ethics Review Committee.”
You perched on the velvet seat, legs crossed, lips gleaming in the dim light. “I’m efficient. I don't entertain clowns.”
“And yet,” he drawled, “here you are.”
Your smirk deepened. “I have a weakness for dangerous men with pretty jewelry and repressed daddy issues.”
He laughed. Not his usual polished chuckle, but something real and amused. “Careful. Keep peeling the mask and you might see the monster underneath.”
You stood, sauntered over, and plucked the wine glass from his hand. Took a sip. “I’ve dated worse. At least your brand of manipulation comes with wine and clever metaphors.”
His eyes gleamed, magenta catching the lamplight. “And yours comes with lipstick on legal briefs and threats of emotional terrorism.”
You pressed a hand to his chest. “Don’t tempt me. I’ll move into your schedule and never leave.”
He caught your wrist gently, thumb brushing the pulse point. “Promise?”
For a moment, everything froze. Just the hum of your heartbeat and his careful grip.
You were both masks on fire. Two performers dancing on the edge of something neither could name.
“I don’t do love,” you said finally.
“Neither do I.”
“But I do do dangerous games.”
Aventurine smiled. Slow. Wicked.
“Then, my dear busy woman, let’s make this the highest-stakes gamble of our lives.”
you see him for the first time and you think ‘damn he's fine’ but when is he not fine
then you see him sitting on the porch of the house and you decided to up to him to talk and stuff
ten minutes past by and you guys are laughing like your fucking best friends that has known each other for years
you decided to throw in some flirty comments here and there, like a friendly joke and you know what this man does? HE STARTS BLUSHING
so, next thing you know, every single time rick comes up to you, BOOM flirty joke. he asks you what you're having for dinner? BOOM flirty joke. he asks you to help him out with walkers? BOOM, flirty joke
it's getting to the point is that your new life goal is to flirt with this man
OK so fast forward to the prison
just because you flirt with rick doesn't mean you don't love lori and carl??
like bitch, you call her baby inside her stomach nugget?? you're obsessed with her and just because of rick, doesn't mean you don't flirt with her too ;)
since you're basically around rick all the time, that means you see carl a lot too
AND HE IS THE CUTEST ON GOD
bro, you're basically this guy's IDOL
every single time you go on a run, you always bring back magazines for carl and when you give it to him, this boy will give you the tightest hug of you LIFE
and rick's heart melts when he sees you with carl and he's like ‘catching feels?’
SPEAKING of rick, since lori finds amusement out of you flirting with rick, i feel like you flirting with rick has become more frequent
and sometimes rick comes back with a flirty comeback?? 😫
like, when did this bitch become so bold out of a sudden???
other than that, i feel like rick would be so. . ✨possessive✨
like let's say, you get yourself into tricky situations, you go — to? flirting.
and you know what rick is? jealous.
especially when merle is there and he flirts with you everyday and rick tells him to fuck off out of jealousy??
#FOLDING
unfortunately, all happy things come to an end 😔
when lori dies, rick confides in you with EVERYTHING because he just knows he can trust you
we don't talk about how lori dies before merle comes and i wrote it wrong
although, you're also grieving lori, you're there for rick 24/7
when you first see rick holding judith, that's when you knew you were in love with him
speaking of judith, that girl has you WRAPPED around her little finger
like every single time you walk past her, she coos and you always try to resist it, but you end up cuddling her anyways :3
you know the illness in season 4? yeah, unfortunately you have it (sorry pookie 😔)
and my bae rick is stressing
like, he be going on runs left, right and centre just to find something that can heal you
i mean everyone is because they can't lose their ball of sunshine (even daryl's stressing)
anyways, back to rick, he is snapping at everyone (except from carl) because he just can't lose you
fan behaviour if you ask me 🤷♀️
now, time skip to where the g*verner comes
so basically, when the g*verner comes to the prison, my boy is SOO protective over you
he is keeping you behind him at ALL times
ESPECIALLY when the g*verner and his men starts shooting at them
TIME SKIP TO TERMINUS
so basically, when you escaped the prison, you were alone with only baby judith in your arms
and then soon (around two weeks later) you see carol and tyreese walk on a train track
you guys talk for a while and then you guys hear an explosion
carol and tyreese go to check it out and when they come back, they say that rick, carl, daryl and michonne are there
carol said she's gonna go bomb the place? and what do you do? YOU FUCKING JOIN HER BITCH-
anyways. . y'know when rick and daryl are on that rectangular thing, about to get their heads chopped off and they hear an explosion? 2 seconds later, boom your shooting everyone with a rifle
you escort all your friends out of the premises and once your outside, the tears finally start to fall out
rick engulfs you in some massive ass hug and you feel tears staining your shoulder
you feel someone hugging your waist and you see carl with tears in his eyes, holding tightly to your waist
rick removes his head from your shoulder and kisses your temple and if you wasn't holding onto rick you're sure your knees would have buckled
after you hug everyone else, you all start walking in a random direction and while you are walking with michonne, you and rick making love eyes at each other
i'm not bothered to introduce gabriel rn so let's skip to the CHURCH (ps. all you need to know is that rick was VERY protective of you, on your way to the church 😉)
i think we all know how protect he is when those pricks who ate bob's leg comes to the church
bro get's mad when the ‘leader’ mentions you, my guy was ready to shoot him in the head right there if it wasn't for daryl
anyways they're all at the barn where they have aaron hostage and when rick notices him looking at you?
FINISHED
like he's saying ‘keep your eyes off my girl’ and shit
but he does kinda feel bad when he finds out he's gay but not really at the same time
let's go to alexandria 😏
anyways, this is when the jealousy comes in
so one day, you are strolling to rick's house and you open it without knocking because why not, then you see a blonde woman giving rick a hair cut and flirting with him??
and in your head, you're like ‘bitch???’
OBVIOUSLY you have to step your game up but you keep seeing them together and you just give up
to the point where you're barely even around rick anymore and he starts to get pissy about it
flirting 😏
he keeps on talking to you but you're just giving bare dry answers cause fuck communication 🤪
it gets to the point where he's not even sleeping at night
you know when deanna throws a party for the group? yeah that's when the real shit happens
you arrive like a ✨diamond✨ and rick can't keep his eyes off of you
so you do what you to best
but instead of flirting with rick, you're flirting with deanna's SON, spencer
rick's decided that's he's had enough and he DRAGS you out of the place and he does not give a fuck about the eyes watching him
but being the gentleman he is, he doesn't have your wrist in a tight grip 🥰
because of that, you break out of his grip easily
and after the crying, the love confession, first kiss, blah blah blah YOU GUYS ARE FINALLY TOGETHER YAY
since you guys are together now, flirting EVERY SECOND, EVERY MINUTE, EVERY HOUR OF EVERY DAY
rick = 200% more protective
since you two are together, i feel like carl would start to call you mum because he sees you as his and judith starts saying it as well 😭
perfect little family fr
even when you're old and wrinkly, you're still with rick ;)
as if that man could get rid of you
no megan today sorry, he decided to be a good person 👍
cw: Headcanons,Miles being embarrassed,miles call you amor <3,use of y/n too,a little cringe pick up lines 😬!!little mentions of tall!reader (it isn't necessarily tall reader it's just a mention),kabedonnn and white tee song
HEYY GUYSS DO YOU LIKE FLIRTING? Well here it is,headcanons of flirting with our "bad boy" (I'm joking) Miles G. Morales!
i mention tall!reader cause!!
♡ You love your boyfriend Miles!
♡ He knows that and he love you too!
♡ And sometimes he wonders if your love language is flirting with him
♡ Cause you know
♡ In relationships it's normal that sometimes there is a little flirting and all
♡ BUT YOU
♡ YOU FLIRT WITH HIM ALL THE TIME
♡ it's just..so random
♡ when you least expect
♡ BOOM! You made pick up line
- oh my god amor (love) are you okay?
-Ouch..i think i scrapped my knee,falling for u 😼
He is clearly annoyed and to piss him of more you do that flirt face while probably in your head its playing "treat me like white tee"
- (Y/N) seriously? That audio from Tik Tok was the best you could do?
- Come on i know you like it and please help me out here it hurts-
♡ And the worst part some of them are really cringe or either cute..or hot
- Hey Miles! - you said walking beside him - tie your shoes..
You point to his shoes,he looks at it
-but it is tied- you put your hand on his chin making him look at you as you said
- I don't want my baby falling for anyone else 😏😉😉😏
♡ ...
♡ He can't really decide if he's embarrassed or annoyed.. but you want to see him SUPER EMBARRASSED?
♡ IF YOU ARE TALL
♡ IF YOU ARE TALLER THAN HIM OMG HIS KNEES ARE WEAK FOR YOU
♡ but of course if you are shorter than him he will love either way
♡ but if you kabedon him being shorter he will think its funny LMAO
♡ no hate to the short people!! being funny is attractive 😉😉😉
♡ have you ever saw a kabedon?
♡ like that one below 👇
♡ he will go insane if you do that with your leg btw
Miles is leaning against the wall of his room and that gave you an idea
Being the little devil you are,you decided to mess with him
you approached him and threw your leg on the wall making him startle slightly:
He gets blushy just by having his friend stand too close to him, so having his crush/partner flirt with him would make him incredibly flustered.
He isn't that great at flirting, but he's good at being nice. While Ralsei doesn't flirt back, he does his best to make you happier!
If you're one of those people who can flirt, but can't be flirted with, Ralsei would be somewhat surprised. He could use this to his advantage, but does he want to?
He'll get really flustered if you compliment him while flirting. He usually starts stimming, due to how happy he is.
No matter what, he'll poof up when you decide to flirt with him. Sometimes, his fur warps between white and black, making it seem like he turned grey for a second.
sorry, it’s been on my mind for awhile. there’s just something about it that’s so addictive to me
he first heard your name when on coruscant. it was unusual to be a musician in this universe. most aimed for their occupation to be something “useful” like a jedi or mechanic. something to aid the progression of society. but having someone to lighten their spirits was something else entirely. you were unique. an anomaly in the universe of “star wars”.
there were musicians, he supposed. he hadn’t been to many taverns that didn’t have a few musicians strumming away or tooting on a wind instrument to an upbeat tune.
you were something else. someone singing and writing songs was a wild notion. you write from your heart and sing in ways that broke someone’s heart when you sang sadly and had their face grow warm when you sang of love.
being a jedi master brought some incredible perks. one of them, as he soon discovered, was meeting someone like you. it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but it took less time than it would take most for him to view one of your shows for himself. it seems that tickets for your show were hard to obtain.
whether you rapped or sang softly or somewhere in between, you were captivating. he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
feeling eyes on you during your set was normal. after all, you were performing. people were supposed to look at you. but this show was different. something about their gaze felt smothering. when you glanced up and out at the crowd after turning from your band behind you, you caught the eyes of a certain brunette in the crowd.
you looked him up and down, clearly checking him out. you knew you were far enough away he shouldn’t have been able to see your eyes traveling all over him, but you felt like somehow he could tell. shrugging it off, you tossing him a wink and a smile, continuing with your show.
i’ll probably make a part two because i am completely obsessed with him right now, but i wanted to get this out
