and the countless posters in the shops

DIVE [JULIAN ALBERT]

request: “Could you possibly write Julian Albert x reader based off Dive - Ed Sheeran? That’s one of my favourite Ed songs at the moment :)” — by anon

a/n: another one of my favorite tracks! also, if anyone is familiar with isabelle lightwood, i kinda based her for the attitude of the reader. changed the flow a little bit too but not too much 😊 hope you like it!

p.s. the book shop / coffee shop mentioned in this imagine is purely fictional so if ever it is real, then it is just a coincidence

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    Julian Albert knew that Y/N Y/L/N was an extreme flirt the moment he was hired in the Central City Police Department. He could see the way she smirked, the way she flipped her hair over her shoulder, the way her eyes sparkled whenever she knew you were completely wrapped around her finger, and the way she would bite her lip as if inviting you in — Julian was just as hopeless as those who were included in the list of her victims, and he was having a hard time keeping himself tamed.

   Though under all that red lipstick and slight revealing clothing, Y/N was a very good detective who did everything to do the job right. She never took no for an answer, that’s why she was so great, she was so good at manipulating and persuading her suspects until they provided useful information.

   And that was why almost all of the members of their Police Department was gathered inside the bar at this moment, celebrating yet another success on one of Y/N’s cases.

   Captain Singh raised his glass up, “I would like to propose a toast to the girl who possibly has it all,” he grinned and everyone heard Y/N laugh, sitting by her own chair, “who has helped this community in so many ways, who will hopefully stay for more years to come. The precinct is lucky to have you, Y/N, thank you for your flawless service as always.”

   "Thank you, Cap. Cheers!“ Y/N winked cheekily, clinking her glass with the others who were closest to her.

    Julian weakly raised his glass.

    In the next second, everyone was speaking to each other in loud voices once again. They were congratulating the said girl, shaking her hand while the others had enough courage to plant a quick kiss on her cheek. Julian was envious of their confidence toward her because whenever he tried to talk to Y/N, he was just a mess.

    After a few more gulps of bourbon, the Metahuman Specialist dropped his glass quite loudly, not really knowing why he bothered to go to this party if he wasn’t planning to talk to anyone. He guessed he just wanted to see Y/N and see how happy she would be. He wasn’t too disappointed if he came to think of it.

   Speaking of the devil, she took a seat right across from him which made Julian lift his head up, the beautiful yet the dangerous face of Y/N blurry because of his vision.

    "Having fun, Albert?” she tilted her head with a teasing smile.

    He snorted. “If fun meant that I am regretting going here, then yes, I’m having fun.”

    “Ah, always the charmer.” she joked, circling her finger over the rim of her own glass. “Hmm, you want to get out of here? Go do something fun?”

    Julian raised his eyebrows at her mischievous expression, also at the suggestive tone in her voice. And suddenly, he didn’t seem to be so drunk anymore.
   
    “What do you mean?” asked Julian.

    Y/N shrugged innocently. “What do you think?”

    He bit the insides of his cheeks. “Uh, it doesn’t matter.”

    She narrowed her eyes at him, pursing her lips in the process. She seemed to be analyzing him, like he was a witness from a crime scene or even the suspect. It made Julian all self-conscious again despite being known for being arrogant and quite rude.

    Finally, she answered. “Well, whatever it is, my offer still stands.” smirked Y/N. “So, do you want to or not? If you don’t say yes, I’ll have to use force.

    "Is that a threat?”

    “Maybe.”

    Julian sighed. “I guess, I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

    Y/N grinned, grabbing his hand then while standing up. “No. Now, come on.”

    They fled away from the party hurriedly, careful so that no one would take notice of their disappearance. He couldn’t believe that he was actually doing this with her, but in the same time, he thought Y/N had probably pulled this trick to every guy she met. What was so special about him that he was now part of those foolish men?

    Julian didn’t know where he expected Y/N to take him. Was he thinking she was going to bring him to her place? Was he actually thinking that something might happen between them this night? But all his questions were answered when she took a left turn and pulled him along with her, entering a book shop that oddly smelled like coffee beans.

    “What is this place?” he asked, staring around the room, seeing countless of old books on shelves and a lot of motivational posters on the walls.

    Y/N looked back at him. “Read & Drink.” she answered. “Not the best name, I know, but I find this place very relaxing and their coffee matches Jitters.”

    She pointed at the table at the farthest corner of the small shop.

    “Why don’t you take a seat back there and I get us coffee? My treat.”

    Julian didn’t mean to but he abruptly gazed at her like she was insane. Why were they inside a coffee / book shop? He didn’t even know if she liked reading, or was this somehow a part of her plan to lure him in and trap him? He knew girls like Y/N; they were heart breakers and didn’t care that they were.

    With a confused expression, he crossed his arms. “What exactly do you think you’re doing, Y/N?”

    Y/N dramatically sighed, ignoring the way he has been staring at her. “Buying us coffee. So like I said, just move —”

    “No.” Julian cut him off. “No, I refuse to do this anymore. You’re doing it again. You’re acting like you actually care for me when I know for a fact that I am just one of your boy toys.”

     She was unfazed by his accusation, a smile creeping on her lips because of the selection of words he decided to use. “How are you so sure about that?”

     He huffed a breath. “Because you’re a flirt and you mess with other people’s feelings. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re playing at. You’ve been doing it to me, to Barry, to that other guy at the station — basically, every guy you encounter.”

    The amount of alcohol he had taken earlier was taking effect on his thoughts and actions. He always wanted to say that to Y/N and now he has finally done it, he was puzzled to realize that it didn’t serve him any comfort at all knowing that he had said something out of his chest. Instead, Julian wanted to take it back.

     "Wow. Is that how low you think of me, Julian? That I’m just an easy chick who lets random people touch me?“ she formed her lips into a thin line. "I bet it’s because I wear less clothing, doesn’t it? Well, for your information, the way I dress myself doesn’t define who I am.”

     Julian was taken back by her sudden outburst.

    “And the way you flirt?” he asked.

    Y/N gave him a sarcastic smile. “If you want a job to get done or some favors, you got to play dirty sometimes.” she took a step back. “I can’t believe I even bothered with you. For a minute there, I thought you weren’t like anyone else who just talked to me because they wanted to get laid.”

     He frowned upon her statement. “Y/N, I didn’t mean it that way. I was only —”

    “Only cautious?” she guessed, laughing. “Gosh. Were you thinking that I was going to bring you to some motel and seduce you?” she laughed even more, though the laughter escaping her lips weren’t because of joy, it was because of hurt.

     "No, Y/N, that’s not what I was —" Julian stopped himself from lying, knowing that it was exactly was he was thinking of.

    She nodded in understanding, taking another step backwards. “Well, I’m not really in the mood to be with you right now. Let’s just call it a night, shall we?”

    But Y/N didn’t need an answer as she marches pass his way and towards the exit, purposely bumping on his shoulder to let him know that she wasn’t pleased.

    Julian didn’t need it to be aware. He just stood there motionless, a disappointed and frustrated groan being let out of his system afterwards, the feeling of being so ridiculous seeping through his head as he replays the conversation he just had with Y/N.

     He was so careful not to hurt himself that he didn’t even think that it was possible to hurt her as well — and now, he absolutely didn’t know how to fix it.