A/N: Trying something new today and writing some Twilight shit for y’all! Also combining two requests for this fluff ball so hopefully y’all enjoy :)
Request: Hey there! Could you please write something with paul lahote x reader set in modern times where the reader moves to the res to teach music at the elementary school there and he imprints on her? No worries if not and thank you💖
Request: Can you do a fluffy Paul lahote imagine? I love him and honestly there's not enough love for him
Prompt: Reader moves to the res to work at the elementary school and Paul imprints on her
Paul sighed as he jumped out of his truck, slamming the door behind him.
He had just gotten off of the phone with Emily who had practically begged him to pick up her and Sam’s son from school, saying something about being across town at the grocery store and running late.
Paul of course, groaned, mumbling something about just finishing patrol and wanting to take a nap until Emily bribed him with fresh cookies and the reminder of how happy his little nephew would be if he picked him up, knowing that Paul wouldn’t be able to resist.
He walked into the small building, claimed as the res’ elementary school and made his way to the classroom, already knowing the way by heart.
As soon as he turned the final corner he saw a small figure standing near the coat racks with their small jacket and backpack ready.
“Uncle Paul!”
Paul couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as the small boy ran up to him, immediately jumping into his arms,
“Hey squirt! Sorry I’m late, you’re mom called me right after I finished work.”
The little boy’s eyes widened and he leaned closer towards the man whispering, “Do you mean patrol?”
Paul gave a slight chuckle before playfully shushing the young boy, reminding him of the pack’s secret.
But as Paul put his nephew back down onto the ground, he locked eyes with another figure and time slowed.
It was as if everything around him faded away and all he could see were the beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes staring back at him. And then she smiled and Paul swore that he felt a wave of longing and euphoria wash over him, a feeling that nothing in the world mattered more than the girl before him and her infectious smile.
It wasn’t until he felt a small hand wrap around his, roughly tugging him back to reality, that he snapped out of his daze,
“Uncle Paul! Hellooo!”
Paul’s eyes snapped back to the boy who looked at him curiously,
“Why were you staring at Ms. Y/L/N?”
“Who?”
“That’s me.”
He swore that his heart literally melted when he heard a gentle, singsong voice speak up. If it wasn’t for the small child anchoring him to the floor, he probably would have fallen to the ground in pure bliss, by now.
He looked to see that without him noticing, the woman had walked closer towards Paul and his nephew and was now standing in front of the two with her hand out, silently asking for a handshake and introduction.
Now that she was closer, Paul could see the curiosity dancing in her eyes as he introduced himself,
“Hey, I’m Paul uh, I think Emily called saying that I was picking this little guy up.” He motioned slightly towards the boy before connecting his hand with the woman’s, shaking her hand.
But as if her presence wasn’t intoxicating enough for Paul, as soon as her hand was in his, Paul felt a surge of electricity surge through his bones. It wasn’t the type of electricity that made you fall to the ground in pain but, instead it made him feel addicted, addicted to her touch, her scent and everything about the woman before him.
He looked up at her face and saw her eyes widen and her lips parted slightly,
She had felt it too.
“I-I’m Y/N.”
“And she’s the best music teacher ever!”
The two of them both jumped slightly at the voice of Paul’s nephew, the two of them having been too entranced by the electricity coursing through their veins to remember the reason why Paul was there in the first place.
He heard Y/N clear her throat before gently dropping her hand, making Paul immediately miss the feeling of her hand in his.
“Ms. Y/L/N can I show my Uncle Paul what we did in class today?”
Paul watched as she looked at the watch on her wrist before looking back up at the young boy,
“I don’t know, it’s getting kinda late.”
Paul was quick to respond, “I’m fine with staying a bit, if you are.”
A small smile spread across her face, and Paul couldn’t help but smile back at her.
“Pleaseee, it’ll be quick, I promise.”
Y/N began tapping her finger against her chin, pretending to think before nodding and giving a soft, “Okay.” causing the small child to squeal and run back into the classroom.
The two adults chuckled simultaneously before following him, side by side.
“He has so much energy, he’s like a young cub.”
Paul couldn’t hold back his chuckle and the smirk that adorned his face,
Hi for I need you maybe the moment that reader and calum tell Michael that they’re dating? Or the moment that they tell Michael that they’re going on their first date?
Heya - I’ve already written a blurb like this so I’ve linked it below for you :)
How you do think Colson would react if the reader had beef with another celebrity ?
A/N: Hello!!! Been so long since I’ve gotten one of these LMAO
- Would 100% hype you up and support you through the whole thing
- Honestly sometimes it would seem like HE’S the one with the beef with the amount of times he’d repost your tweets or insta stories throwing shade
- Sometimes you get worried that you’re being too dramatic and Colson thinks differently of you and then he just hands you a blunt and reminds you of the Eminem beef and how he’s not one to judge lmaoo
- If it’s public beef (which chances are it is, let’s be real) the media has a field day basically calling you both the most toxic, dramatic couple in Hollywood and he just posts a picture of the two of you with your middle fingers in the air
- Your management asks you if you want to take it to the next level and try to capitalize on the beef by having you or Colson make a song about it
- You’re more worried but Colson’s down as long as you are
- “You already hate each other, might as well make some money off of it.”
- Somehow makes publicly hating someone fun??
- Once the beef eventually settles and you’re pretty much declared the winner (obviously) he deadass throws a party for you
- Can’t stop talking about how proud he is of you and how you’re such a badass
A/N: I’m actually motivated to write 2 imagines back to back? Who the fuck am I? Anyways, I know that this request included smut but I tried and it was just super cringe to me so I had to scratch that, but I hope that this imagine is still good! Oh and this is a long one bitches, so happy reading!
Request: hi! i love your writing! could u possibly write something smut with ander (being straight) ? like he goes out one night just to find a girl to have sex with, and the meets the reader and have sex with her and on the next day he finds out she’s the new girl frim his school. and the like fall in love and something like that
Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, swearing
Clutching both you and your friend’s drinks in both hands while also trying to keep your favourite clutch from falling onto the floor was not as easy as you thought it would be, not to mention with the crowds of people around you dancing and sucking each other’s faces off.
You gasp when someone bumps into you causing you to stumble, but before you could face plant in the middle of the dance floor, you feel a pair of hands catch you.
“Holy fuck!”
You hear a low voice chuckle, “I just saved your life.”
“Yeah thanks, I think my friend would have killed me if I showed up without their drink.”
You hear him chuckle once again and it literally sounds like music to your ears.
The two of you stand there for a moment in the middle of the dance floor, looking at one another before he awkwardly sticks his hand out for you to shake,
“Ander.”
you smile, before awkwardly motioning to the drinks still in your hands, “I would shake your hand but mine seem to be a bit full.”
You giggle as his cheeks redden at the realization.
“Here,” you take one of the drinks in your hands and place it in his outstretched one, “now, I can shake your hand.”
He smirks and shakes his head, almost in disbelief, but still shakes your hand,
“Beautiful and smart, I like that.”
“Hot and cocky, not sure if I like that.” you smirk,
“Would it change if I help you carry these drinks so your friend won’t kill you?”
You pretend to seriously think about the option even though you both knew that there was no way you would turn down his offer, “I’d reconsider it.”
Ander sarcastically rolls his eyes and lets you lead him through the crowded dance floor to a small table in the corner of the room where another girl impatiently sits, with her phone in her hands.
“Y/N c’mon that took you li-” You roll your eyes knowing what’s about to happen,
“Oh sorry, I didn’t realize that Y/N would bring something else back besides our drinks.”
You scoff and give Ander an apologetic look, “Y/F/N, chillax, he saved me from falling on my ass and helped me bring the drinks back.”
You practically forced the drink into their hands to stop them from saying anything else before turning to Ander once again, “Sorry, they’re a little drunk.”
He gives a sheepish smile, “Nah, don’t worry about it, I’m sure my friends wouldn’t have been much better if I showed up with you carrying our drinks to our table, too.”
Your eyes widened at the revelation, “Holy shit you’re here with people? Sorry, they must be worried about where you are!”
Ander gives another chuckle that makes your heart flutter, “Nah don’t worry about it, we come here often enough for me to know that they’re probably sucking each other’s faces off by now.”
Your face scrunches up into a face of pure disgust making Ander chuckle once again, “Only single one in the group?”
“Is that your way of asking me if I’m single?”
“Don’t flatter yourself pretty boy.”
“So you think I’m pretty?”
“I think you’re a boy.”
“Can you two find a bathroom to hook up in, already? The sexual tension between you two is killing me.”
The two of you turn to look at your friend, now with an empty glass in their hand, cheeks tinted red, drunkenly laughing at your facial expressions,
You’re about to give them another rhetorical response when they abruptly stand and walk past you, muttering about getting another drink.
“Well...they’re...”
“A bitch when drunk? Yes, yes they are.”
The two of you sit down at the now empty table, and the both of you fall into a comfortable silence as you look around the club, watching various drunk teens stumble around.
You’re entertained watching a group of teens around your age on the balcony, drunkenly laughing and grinding on one another when Ander drags you out of your thoughts,
“And that, is why I’m here with you.”
“What?”
“Those drunken bastards back there,” Ander points back to the group of friends that you were watching, “Are my friends.”
You burst out laughing much to Ander’s amusement,
“Sorry, it’s just that...they seem to be on a whole other level of drunk compared to everyone else in here.” You lift your arm, motioning to the others in the club to prove your point,
“No, I get it, like, don’t get me wrong, I’m down for getting drunk, but...”
“You don’t want to be grinding and making out with all of them.”
“That, and I’m the only single one in the group.”
“Ha! I knew it!”
“Yeah, yeah, doesn’t really help that they’re all dating each other too.”
Your faces scrunches up again, making Ander burst out laughing,
“C’mon then pretty boy, let’s go take shots to take your mind off of your horny friends.” You stand up and take his hand, dragging him out of his seat,
“You must really like my looks, don’t you?”
“Because of that, you’re paying.”
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After an hour of shots and bottles of champagne (you didn’t bother questioning Ander’s strange mix of alcohol), you and Ander were left laughing and stumbling through the streets after sending your friend home in a taxi.
Ander led you through streets and alleyways until the two of you were standing at a lookout point, at the edge of town,
The two of you stand there for a moment in silence, hand in hand, looking at the view, until you break the silence,
“If we spent this whole night flirting just for you to kill me, I’ll be super pissed.”
Ander chuckles for what feels like the hundredth time that night, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter,
“How would you even be pissed at me if you’re dead?”
“I have my ways.”
Another comfortable silence engulfed the two of you before you broke it once again,
“I wish this moment lasted forever.”
“Well it would if you could keep quiet for more than 30 seconds.”
You pout causing a wide smile to spread on Ander’s face while he pinches your cheeks.
“Anyways, tell me why you want this moment to last forever.”
You sigh, turning away from the boy to face the beautiful view,
“My dad just got a huge promotion and apparently I’m not good enough for a regular public school now, so he’s sending me to some fancy, rich kid school.”
Ander smiled, wrapping his arm around you,
“C’mon it probably won’t be that bad.”
“There’ll probably be a lot of people acting like your friends, there.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“You tell me.”
“Touché.”
Maybe it’s the alcohol still coursing throughout both of your veins, or the butterflies still fluttering in your stomach but the next thing you know, Ander’s lips are on yours, your hands are on his face, tracing his jawline and his hands are drawing circles on your hips.
The two of you move in sync, hands travelling down the others’ body, trying to get as much as you could of the other before either of you could change your minds.
Ander slowly pulls back, letting you both catch your breath before silently leading you down a set of stairs to an abandoned couch.
“This totally isn’t sketchy at all.”
Ander turns to you, eyes sparkling, “Do you trust me?”
You smile and close the gap between the two of you once again, letting your lips connect, “Of course I do.”
“Good.”
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You wake up to the sound of birds chirping and a bright light shining on your face, at first you just groaned and rolled over but when you bumped into a hard chest, your eyes widened in realization and you had to cover your mouth quickly to stop yourself from screaming.
You sit up and quickly scramble for your phone, sighing in relief when you find it on the ground with your abandoned clutch and heels. Turning it on, you gasp when you see the time, 5:00 am.
You had exactly 3 hours to find a cab, explain to your parents why you were still in your dress from the night before, sit through their boring lecture about being responsible, change into your new uniform, and run out the door.
You sigh and pick up your shoes, making sure you had all of your things before a new realization dawned on you...Ander.
Sweet, charming, Ander, who was still sleeping peacefully on the couch, oblivious to your leaving.
You walk over to him, running a hand through your hair before giving him a gentle kiss on his forehead.
May we meet again, sweet Ander.
Giving the sleeping boy one last look, you turn around, and walk away.
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Ander grumbled as he walked into the full classroom.
“Did someone not get enough sleep last night?”
Ander shot a smiling Guzmán a glare before sitting down at his usual table.
“I saw you with that hot girl last night.” Guzmán sang once again, wiggling his eyebrows.
Ander let out a groan, trying to ignore Guzmán’s childish gaze.
“I mean, where did you even go? Your mom called and I had to tell her that you were sleeping at my house.”
“Drop it Guzmán.”
Guzmán‘s smile dropped as he scooted closer towards his best friend, a concerned look adorning his face upon noticing the anger and sadness laced in Ander’s voice,
“Ander, I know you’re not okay, what the fuck happened?”
“She fucking left me, okay? She left this morning without a word.”
“Ander...”
“I’m fine Guzmán, seriously it happens, I just- I thought that she was different.”
Before the boy could respond, the two hear the voice of Ander’s mom interrupt their conversation,
“Attention all of you, we have a new student today and I hope that you all give her a warm welcome.”
Ander groans, “Jesus Christ, not another rich girl.”
But his heart stops when a familiar pair of eyes are looking back at him, from the front of the room.
“Now everyone, this is Y/N L/N, would you please have a seat next to Ander, over there?”
He watches in shock as you give a slight nod and smile to his mother and slowly make your way towards him.
“Hi...” you awkwardly mutter as you sit down in the empty chair beside him.
His jaw clenches but he doesn’t say a word, instead trying to ignore your pleading look and Guzmán’s confused one.
But after about 15 minutes of silence, he couldn’t take it anymore,
“Why did you leave without saying goodbye?” he whispers, so only you could hear,
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you gulp and hesitantly turn towards him,
“I didn’t know what to say...hey I got to go home and get ready for my first day at the best school in the fucking country that apparently you go to, too?”
Ander couldn’t hold back the chuckle that escaped him and gently nudged your shoulder with his,
“Hey, now you can go to the club with the horny bastards and I.”
He laughed as you made the scrunched up face of disgust that made his heart beat ten times faster.
A/N: Obsessed with Brooklyn 99, I’ve definitely been binging it way too much. And, I love Peraltiago so, so much but I agree, Peralta is way too charming and deserves way more love! Also I’m slowly going through my requests, so if you have sent me one, I’m gonna get through it eventually, so stay tuned my loves! And thank you for the request, babes <3
Prompt: The reader works at the 99 and goes undercover for a case as a stripper, but Jake worries when things don’t go exactly as planned (the two are dating in this imagine).
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs, drugging and strippers
“Okay everyone, settle down, settle down.”
The briefing room was ecstatic, everyone muttering and gossiping to one another about the new case that they had just received this morning.
It was rumoured to be one of the largest cases that the precinct had ever seen, involving one of Brooklyn’s largest drug kingpins, and the case being handed to the 99 by the commissioner himself.
“Charles, are you sure that you’re right?”
“Yeah Charles, us storming into a fancy Peruvian banquet to take down this guy seems really unlikely...and weird.”
“Guys! The Captain told everybody to be quiet...so be quiet!”
You and Jake turned around, facing the front of the room to look at Terry and Captain Holt, not bothering to hide the fact that the two of you were gossiping with Charles.
“Thank you, Sergeant Jeffords. As you all know, this morning our precinct received a rather large case from the commissioner so if you have all stopped gossiping and whispering amongst yourselves then, we can get started with the briefing.”
“Jeez Captain is it really that bad?”
“Excuse me, my apologies if my previous statement was rather harsh but there are um, some aspects of this case that are making me rather uncomfortable uh, Sergeant Jeffords would you give our precinct the briefing please.”
You and Jake looked at each other, the fact that Captain Holt was nervous was definitely not a good sign.
“Damn maybe we really are going to a Peruvian banquet.”
“Okay everyone, so today we are going to be taking down this man...” You all sit up straighter as Terry shows the precinct the photo of the convict, “His name is David Robertson, 41 years old, executive on Wall Street and one of the biggest drug king pins in Brooklyn.”
“Okay, so we have to take down the big bad wolf of wall street?”
“Hey was that a reference to that movie with Leonardo Dicaprio that we watched together?”
You can’t help but let out a laugh as Jake interrupted you, “Yeah, dang he looked good in that movie.”
“I know!” the two of you high fived before Terry continued speaking,
“L/N, Peralta, if you could keep your weird flirting and conversations ‘till after the briefing?”
“Or at home?”
“Or just not do it at all...ever.”
You and Jake smiled sheepishly as he turned to shrug at Amy and you chose to give the finger to Rosa (jokingly of course, you don’t have a death wish).
“Anyways, the good news is that the 84 has already found a lead that we can use to take down Robertson for good!”
Everyone in the room cheered and high fived at the good news.
“Wait so all we have to do is surround the location, storm in and Boom! Bad guy’s gone!”
Everyone in the room agreed and chuckled before Rosa cut in,
“What’s the bad news Sarge?”
“...the location is Walt’s Gentlemen’s club.”
The room went silent as everyone digested Terry’s words,
“Wait so it’s a Peruvian banquet that no girls are allowed in?” Everyone groaned at Charles’ confusion causing him to let out an exasperated “What?”
“Charles, it’s a strip club not a Peruvian banquet!”
“Oh! Oh no...”
You face palmed as Charles’ unconscious body hit the ground,
“We’ll just...give Charles a minute.”
3 hours later~
You all settled back into your seats in the briefing room, everyone once again muttering to one another about the big case.
“I mean a gentlemen’s club? This is like a case from my nightmares!”
“It’s okay Amy! Hitchcock and I were there last week, it’s very clean!”
Everyone’s faces scrunched up simultaneously in disgust and horror, “Scully! Why were you and Hitchcock at a strip club last week?”
“What? They’ve got the best chicken wings in the city!”
You hear Charles gasp dramatically, and see him place a hand on his chest in horror, “Scully! You did not just say that!”
“Okay everyone! We’ve just got word from the commissioner and we have decided that due to the importance of this case, we are turning this into a brief undercover mission.”
“Wait...so does that mean that Boyle and I are gonna get to dress up in the suit that I wore to my Nana’s funeral and eat some chicken wings while some ladies are sliding on poles?”
“Or, does that mean that we’re gonna have to watch Amy talk about personal hygiene as she attempts to slide down a pole?”
You try your best to hold back your laughter as Amy blushes and stutters after Gina.
“Actually...we were thinking of having someone else go undercover...”
You and Rosa immediately gave each other the look, knowing that with both of your skills, experience and luck, it was probably going to be one of you.
Before Holt or Terry can continue talking about the case, you and Rosa simultaneously stick your fists out, preparing for an intense game of rock, paper, scissors,
“You know the drill, L/N.”
“Loser has to work this brilliant, but extremely embarrassing and demeaning case that would ruin either of our reputations, you’re on Diaz!”
You feel Jake began to bounce in your seat in anticipation behind you,
“C’mon Y/N you got this! Make me proud, honey!”
“C’mon Rosa! Don’t let them win! I may have lost my bet against Jake but you can still take down Y/N! Don’t let another one of them get away!”
Everyone stares at Amy, with her sudden outburst of intensity, “Jeez Santiago, you good?”
“Y-yeah I’m fine Sarge, just really into this game of rock, paper, scissors, you know? I just uh, really want to see who gets to work the pole?” Amy stutters, clearly flustered but is luckily saved by Holt,
“Actually, Santiago this time it isn’t up to a wager of rock, paper, scissors to deci-”
“Okay everyone! My name is Jake Peralta, I’m your host this evening, and welcome to the annual, L/N, Diaz showdown, this time to decide who gets the pleasure of pretending to be a...drum roll please, Boyle...lady of the night for a bunch of sketchy drug dealers and pervy old men!”
“What’s a lady of the night?”
“Oh not now Boyle!”
“In this corner, she is the reigning rock, paper, scissors champ, who would make the most terrifying pole dancer ever...Rosa Diaz!”
Cheers are heard throughout the room as Rosa cracks her knuckles, preparing for the game.
“And in this corner, she has the best taste in men and after the last fight, had to pretend to be married to Hitchcock, and did I mention is my hot girlfriend...Y/N L/N!”
Cheers are also heard throughout the room as Jake echoes your name dramatically and you nod your head at Rosa in acknowledgement.
“Okay fighters, on shoot, ready?”
The two of you shake hands as you feel everyone slightly tilt forward to get a good view of your matchup.
“Rock...Paper...Scissors...Shoot!”
On cue, you quickly lay your hand flat in a paper formation as Rosa balls her hand into a fist, signalling rock.
“YES!”
“And our winner by paper...Y/N L/N!”
Everyone claps and cheers as Jake raises your arm into the air and you take a bow, smiling as Rosa groans and puts her head in her hands.
“Actually detectives, the commissioner and I have already decided that the best choice for this undercover mission would be, Detective L/N.”
“Wait, what?”
“B-but I won the rock, paper, scissors!”
“You all realize that this is an extremely important case which your petty game has no impact on right?”
You open your mouth again in protest when Holt cuts you off,
“It is only used for small, un-important cases like homicides.”
You groan as Rosa snickers,
“Ha! Y/N still has to pretend to be a stripper!”
“Terry you can’t possibly agree, I mean you told me that Rosa used to do ballet, right? You’ve got dance experience surely you’d be a better stripper than me!”
Terry’s eyes widen as Rosa growls at him, “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about Y/N um, I’m sure you’d be a great stripper, m-much better than Diaz.”
you sigh, letting your head fall onto the table, feeling Jake feverishly pet your shoulder as Holt dismisses the meeting.
“On the bright side, you’ll look hot?”
“Not the time, Jake.”
Another 3 hours later~
“Ugh, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this!”
“But you look amazing! That brassiere really brings out your eyes!”
“Charles! Why are you looking at my girlfriend’s brassiere?”
You roll your eyes as your boyfriend and his best friend begin to argue over the pronunciation of brassiere, instead choosing to prepare yourself for the hours of hell ahead of you.
“Damn L/N you look hot.” you smirk at Rosa, giving your friend a salute.
“Yeah um, the mascara was a good touch.”
You chuckled at how uncomfortable Amy was with you standing in the bullpen practically half naked.
Then, Holt walks in with Terry and the commissioner by his side, seemingly re-discussing the case,
“Okay team, you all know the drill, L/N will go in, pretending to be an employee at our target’s location, and flirt with the target, enticing him to go to a private room in the back and Peralta and Boyle will also be undercover as fellow customers as another set of eyes in the room. Diaz, Santiago, Jeffords and I, along with a task force from the 84 will then surround all the exits as L/N finds a way to distract him, then when he tries to run we got ourselves a convict.”
You all cheer, and suit up (or in your case put on a flimsy trench coat), preparing yourselves for the mission.
“Hey, are you okay?” you look over and see Jake watching you with worried eyes,
“Yeah...just nervous.” you chuckled nervously, fiddling with your hands.
“Hey, look at me, you’ll be fine, I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I promise.”
He gently takes your hands in his, making you smile at the sweet gesture,
“I’m more nervous about having to dance half naked in front of a bunch of strangers than being surrounded by a bunch of drug dealers.”
Jake laughs, making you smile as he gives you a quick peck to your forehead.
“Promise me that you’ll close your eyes?”
“Oh no way! This is my one chance to watch you perform!”
You dramatically gasp, lightly smacking his chest as the two of you burst out laughing once again,
“Will you at least make sure that Charles closes his eyes?”
“Oh yeah, for sure, that’s disgusting.”
The two of you stay silent for the rest of the short car ride, choosing to instead, hold hands and pretend to listen to Charles list off all of the restaurants that should rightfully be named the best in the city.
“Alright, we’re here, you know what to do. Good luck L/N.”
You nod at Holt with a slight smile gracing your lips, as you step out of the car as gracefully and seductively as you could, and walking into the club.
As you walk in, you let your eyes momentarily adjust to the dark lighting, subtly dropping your trench coat to the floor, attempting to blend in with the rest of the half naked ladies walking around.
You grab a nearby tray of drinks and begin to circle the club, trying your best to act as if you weren’t about to barf from all of the sleazy looks you were getting.
“Hey gorgeous, over here!”
You turn your head and see David Robertson himself, sitting with a group of large men, calling you to him.
You gulp and tense but instantly relax as you see Jake and Charles walk through the door, both failing miserably to look as if they belonged at the club.
You give a slight nod to them as you strut over to Robertson’s table, putting your best flirty smile on your face (the one you give Jake when you try to talk him out of forcing you to watch Die Hard for the 1000th time).
“Hello Gentlemen, what can I do for you?”
“You must be new around here, we come here every night and we haven’t seen you around before.” you inhale as all of the burly men chuckle as if the comment was funny.
“Well I’m new here so, you probably know this place better than I do.” you giggle
The men chuckle once again, one of them even tossing you a dollar bill,
“I like you, what’s your name sweetheart?”
“Sugar...” you lean forward, trying your best to seduce the man, “Because I’m sweet...and once you taste me you can’t get enough.”
You swear you can hear a gasp and a “Oh that’s good!” from Charles behind you but you pretend like it didn’t phase you at all,
“So...Sugar...you got any moves?”
“Well sir, I’m not like other girls here...I only dance in private, it makes things a lot more...interesting.”
“Ooh, now I like you even more!”
You smile as your target takes out his wallet, placing a black card on the table, clearly taking you up on your offer.
But as you lean back, holding your hand out for the man to take, Robertson instead pushes forward two glasses filled with a dark liquid, clearly signalling that he wants you to take one.
You try hiding your shock from the gesture and quickly try finding an excuse for not drinking the unknown drink...and whatever substances may be in it.
“I’m not so sure about that...I’m on the clock, you know.” You give another flirtatious smile, hoping that it will get you out of the situation.
“Well sweetheart, no drink...no deal.” You gulp as you watch him dramatically slide his card away from you as the last words leave his mouth.
You tilt your head slightly, to take a look at Jake and Charles, one of which has chicken sauce all over his face and the other who is feverishly shaking his head no.
But if I don’t do this, this whole case may go to waste.
You look away from Jake, looking Robertson dead in the eye once again,
“Oh the things we do for a little fun hm?” you attempt to say nonchalantly.
You slowly wrap your hands around the small glass, trying your best to identify whatever’s inside of it, before tilting it upwards and letting the burning liquid slide down your throat.
You watch as your target quickly does the same, before slamming his card on the table and letting you guide him to the back into a small room.
You feel your head become slightly dizzy and your throat burns from whatever was in the glass, the side effects becoming so severe that you barely notice that you’re now in the back room.
Focus L/N, focus.
You try to stand up straight and keep your vision clear as you watch Robertson begin to unbuckle his pants and take out a bunch of small containers of substances from his pockets.
“Wha-what are you doing?”
“Well...sugar I’m just preparing for a bit of fun...I mean this is what I paid for right?”
You gulp, praying that Jake and Charles and everyone else on the team were in their positions by now, you knew that you couldn’t stall any longer.
“Um, sorry Robertson but no, I don’t think this is what you paid for.”
The man freezes and tenses, clearly shocked from your answer,
“H-how do you know my name?”
You try to stand up straight once again, trying to look as strong as possible,
“Because of this...” you hold up your badge.
Robertson’s eyes widen and he scrambles as he tries to make a break for it.
You immediately chase after him, watching as he finds the nearest exit door, pushing it open, and sprinting out.
“Freeze! This is the NYPD, David Robertson, put your hands in the air!”
You watch smugly as he reluctantly puts his hands in the air, surrendering himself to your colleagues. That is until, your knees begin to buckle and your dinner start to come back up.
Jake, who was right behind you, is quick to notice and guides you to a nearby bush, holding your hair back as you begin to vomit.
“Jeez, was it really that bad in there?” you hear Rosa walk up to you, disgust laced in her voice,
“No, she drank some sketchy drink from that Robertson dude.”
“What? Y/N what the hell? That could’ve been poisoned!”
You gag and feel a gentle pat on your back, before sitting back down on the curb, not caring if you were still half naked.
“H-he wouldn’t go with me if I didn’t take it...I didn’t want the whole case to be a bust.”
You gratefully smile as you feel Jake’s jacket wrap around your shoulder,
“That was stupid...but brave, L/N.”
You jokingly swat Amy’s hand away as she tries grabbing onto your wrist, to check your pulse,
“I’m fine Amy, I’m alive.”
Rosa takes your terrible humour as a sign that you’re better, and signals for Amy to give you and Jake some space.
“So...since you just barfed your dinner all up, you wanna get something to eat?”
