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little-fairy-forest · 3 years ago

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Bakugou x fem!reader, angst, fluff, romance

Summary : Bakugou and Y/n go through hardships during their engagement, will they be able to wait for each other at the alter or will they find someone new to share their vows with?

Bakugou poured the hot water from the kettle into the two teacups, he rummaged for some light snacks in the cupboards.

A voice from across the room called, making Katsuki answer as he brought the items over to the table

"How long do you think y/n will be away for? Normally they would be calling you by now to make sure your okay, although they might be asleep" they said as they brought their cup to their lips

"Not sure, maybe a few days, but with the media on our asses it might be lookin' like a week, dunno"

"Hm, I could see how she is? Not sure of our friendship status though, don't want to cross onto unwanted territory" she says as she takes a sweet from the tray

"She likes you, she never has said a bad word about you, ever, she never does about anyone– she is a loyal person so if she likes you and considers you her friend? She'll defend your name for life"

"True true, but ya' know me being your ex...it might look a bit weird"

"Tch, we were only dating for a year and a bit, she knows our past, so does everyone else, they all know we're business partners"

"Yeah but the media and the public don't know everything that goes on behind closed doors"

"And I'd like to keep it that way" katsuki isn't happy thinking about what the media could think of them, he doesn't care really– it's more so what you might think of the situation

Katsuki looks over at his ex on the sofa as she pets Paprika. He thinks about what life would of been like if he never broke up with her. He thought about what life as pro heros would of been like, being side by side on the battle feild would be like. Katsuki remembers why they broke up, nothing bad happened they just weren't able to make things work with hero training and exams, they decided to end on good terms before things turned sour.

Katsuki was taken out of his train of thought as she pipes up after placing her empty tea cup down

"What are your next steps regarding y/n? At least tell me you apologised for yelling and getting angry with her?"

"No‐ not yet. I will when she is awake tomorrow, probably will give her the ring after work. I'll see if we can meet up, I'd prefer to do it in person then over the phone ya' know?"

Katsuki wanted you home so fucking bad. He was running on emotions rather then intelligence. He understands that you have the right to be pissed off – which you are – but he doesn't want things to end on a bad note. He wouldn't be able to live even knowing you walked away with a bad taste in your mouth from your relationship with him.

"Make sure she is home before anything serious else happends alright? I'll be in work for the next week so I can't play therapist any longer, go give kirishima a call, I'm sure he can help" she says as she gathers her belongings from the sofa

"I would only if the other idiots don't trail along, they probably see this as a time to get drunk or some shit, I know I said this before but I'm not lookin' to drag you into this crap, you were the only one to hear me out" katsuki grumbles as he follows her to the door unlocking it and letting her out

"Alright text me or anyone else if you need anything, don't let y/n be waiting for an apology, I'm serious"

"Yeah, yeah I got it. Thanks again Camie see ya' around" katuski says his goodbye as he scratches his scalp and rests his hand in his pocket

"No problem katsu, just give me a call if you need me to cover a shift! Bye!" Camie gleams as she waves goodbye as she walks away down the corridor of the apartment building towards the elevator

Katsuki closes the door and makes his way back to the sofa and sits down beside paprika

*woof*

"You talkin' to me?" Katsuki asks paprika as if she would respond

*woof*

Katsuki scratches paprika head as she gets comfy beside him. Katsuki called Camie over since he knew she was available after work. He would of called Kirishima but he was worried that group that would follow along would try and make him get drunk. It happned before after he broke up with Camie, Kaminari snook some of his parents alcohol and they tried to him Katsuki forget about her.

The relationship between Katsuki and Camie is a safe one. No romantic feelings there, just a simple friendship that they both agreed on. He was happy he got to keep her as a close friend since he felt like he didn't have many,

Well you were his best friend– still are – but my fuck does he want you home right now to help him fall asleep. During the conversation he had with Camie they talked about why Katsuki was annoyed, and how he could of prevented him lashing out on you. He was frustrated with himself since he was taught by his personal trainer in work to get rid of unwanted emotions either in training or on the battle feild.

This is why Katsuki and Camie were in a stable relationship before. Camie was his rock, the person he knew would listen to him when other's wouldn't. He knew Camie would drop everything to help him so he knew he could rely on her at a shit time like now. Camie and Katsuki had dreams together they are still achieving side by side. One of them was Camie standing beside him as he accepts his no.1 award. But when they broke up and you took her place a few years later when Katsuki met you at Momo's merchandise launch you designed and was the most successful launch of the year, he was hooked. Anyone and everyone could see Camie was a little jealous seeing you beside Katsuki instead of her. You were beside him at hero parties and gala's, wearing matching outfits you designed along side Katsuki's parent's. You rose to fame along side your boyfriend and you both were announced the most loved hero couple. Merchandise was made of you both constantly, you kept a small drawing given to you by a young child they drew of you and Katsuki that down decorates your hallway in your apartment for everyone to see.

The new merchandise you wanted to show Katsuki when he came home before the fight broke out was of the two of you and paprika as dolls in casual summer clothing. You knew fans were asking for a couples collector doll including your furry pal, unfortunately your fans might never see the product adorn store shelves.

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Katsuki turned off the lights as he made his way to bed, the smell of his quirk still potent in the room as he opened a window to help the smell travel out. He got into bed and grabbed your pillow. He is a secret lovesick lover, he can barely sleep without you, so he needs to be able to hold you or something of yours. He tucked your pillow under his arm to mimicking your body that he would cuddle during the night.

"Night y/n"

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Katsuki woke up to the feeling of something beside him, his morning conscious didn't let him register the fluffy body before he hugged it tight,

"Mornin' babe" Katsuki's morning voice groaned as be stirred awake

*woof*

Katsuki froze and opened his eyes, only to find Paprika facing him wide awake, up and ready for her morning walk. Katsuki thought you were beside him as you normally would be, he wasn't mad that his fluffy friend took your place but wasn't happy about it either

Katsuki got up out of bed and let paprika follow him as he got ready before patrol, he took his phone to the bathroom to check his socials before he leaves and to see if y/n texted him back after last night

One new message from Kirishima

Katsuki knew it was about the patrol schedule and where they're going for lunch, he would rather check his timeline to see if the media has posted anything else on his breakup

@hero-media : when will we see new Dynamight merch?? It's been sooo long 🤧😱

@hero-media : anyone know why Dynamight hasn't told us the story yet?? What's he hiding?

@hero-media : Shouto's meet and greet has been postponed to next week due to a miss communication on the food being served! Who knew how much this man was dedicated to cold soba 🤔🥣

Katsuki has decided to keep quite on his end and not post anything on his social media regarding you both, he will wait until its nessisary or people start crazy roomers.

He finished up in the bathroom and made his way to the bedroom to quickly change into workout gear to bring paprika on a walk before work. Katsuki grabs his shoes from his closet and makes his way into the kitchen to get paprika leash ready before leaving.

The morning glow of the sun peaking through the curtains shine brightly on the lavish ring on the counter that hadn't moved since the day previous. Katsuki knew each time he looked at that ring and knew it was missing from it's home, which was on your finger, he knew he was letting you slip through his fingers and he needed to get his ass him gear if he wanted to see you wear that again.

Katsuki ties his shoes and gets paprika ready to go. He locks his apartment door and the air conditioning from the apartments hallway hits him as he walks to the elevator as paprika trails behind him. He presses the button and waits for the doors to open.

As Katsuki and paprika step out of the elevator doors as it reached the ground floor of the apartment, they make there way to the front doors of the apartment complex. The summer heat floods Katsuki's senses as he brings paprika along the sidewalk.

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Paprika is familiar with the route they take on their walks so she leads the way by slightly pulling katsuki along. Katsuki doesn't mind as he is more focused on avoiding people passing by and the music playing in his earphones.

As they make their way to a busy crosswalk, paprika sits down as she was trained to wait for the cars passing before it was safe to cross, katsuki made sure your dog was very well trained as to not have difficulties.

Katsuki notices some paparazzi across the road interviewing some smaller heros on patrol, he wants to stay far away from them as to avoid the much wanted topic of conversation.

Unfortunately paprika had a different idea. As they cross the street and began walking towards the park, paprika spots a bird minding it's own business eating whatever it found on the floor. Paprika sprints towards the bird dragging katuski along making him startled and be dragged along

"Hey- slow down, your gonna break my damn arm!" Katsuki yells not caring about the heads turning as people watch the funny scene unfold, unfortunately also gathering the attention of some fans

"Hahah is that Dynamight?! Quick get a video of this!" A bypasser says as they take out their phone to record the scene. Katsuki didn't care, he was more focused on his dog not getting a lovely snack before breakfast.

"Dynamight?? Wow- quick get the crew!"

The paparazzi shouts towards the camera crew as they try and get close enough towards Katsuki to ask some questions, questions Katsuki would like to avoid

"Mr.Dyanamight! How are you handling your breakup?"

"Dynamight will you be looking into an arranged quirk marriage so the venue doesn't go to waste??"

"Mr.Bakugou will we be able to see y/n? We miss her! "

"Y/n deserves better then someone who would rather be in the office then at home!" One hater yelled over the interviewer

Katsuki could hear the questions but kept his head down as he turned up the volume on his phone for his music. He pulls paprika towards the park trying to get away from the media

"Hey wait! Is there a chance we can get an inside story as to why you guys really called off the wedding??"

Katsuki keeps walking with paprika trailing behind. He never cared for paparazzi or interviews asking meaningless questions unless it was after a tragic event and people needed to be reassured everything was alright. Katsuki knew he needed to make a statement soon to keep your name safe from the media and to clear up some allegations.

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As katsuki and paprika have been at the park for a while. Not many people where at this section of the public park since the playground was at the opposite side. He sits down near some food stalls as he gives paprika some water since it got very warm and katsuki would rather her have the water then himself.

He could hear some background conversations since clearly people forget they are in public and other people could hear them.

"I think he doesn't even love her anymore, probably just stringing her along for the money– poor girl" one person said

"I'd say they decided to have some fun and add a third person one night and feelings got involved, I'm wondering who it could be?"

Another adds to the conversation

"Hm no I'd say they want different things in life, they seem so different. Their relationship never seemed right with me" the final person said as the conversation faded into the distance as the group left the food stall with their food.

Katsuki really needs to say something incase the rumours really start to hurt. He doesn't love you? How did they come to that theory? He really does love you, so fucking much. So much infact he will happily go beg for you back and marry you tonight if he could! But your still off the radar hopefully still at the hotel and not somewhere unsafe.

8:27am

Katsuki realises the time and he needs to get home before patrol so he can have breakfast and feed paprika .

As they made their way back to the apartment, Katsuki realises his phone going off revealing a text coming through. Katsuki unlocks the door allowing paprika to trail in and go get some water as katsuki takes off his shoes and swaps them for slippers before getting her breakfast, Katsuki will eat at the office.

One new message from y/n ❤

Y/n ❤ : I need time to think about our future, I want time to think of a way to try and solve our issues together like a couple should. For now I'll be coming back when your on patrol to get the rest of my things as I'm planning to stay with my brother until things get sorted, stay safe out there

Wow, that hurt

Katsuki texts back nit expecting a response right away, but doesn't care he is responding to quickly, he care.

Katsuki 🧡 : I'll be back at 4, paprika will be waiting for you :) I can take the rest of the week off to meet up somewhere and discuss things over. I'm really fucking sorry but I know it means more in person to apologise to I'll wait until I can meet you to talk things through. Love you lots stinker :•)

Katsuki kept the lovely dovey crap to a minimum but he wanted to give a small apology before he spills his heart out. If he needs to play Romeo and steal back his Juliet, watch the fuck out because this prince charming is coming for his sweet princess

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You check your phone after sending Katsuki your text.

Right

At least he wants to meet up with you. You want to sort things out with Katsuki, forget about the wedding for the moment, you want your man back in your arms only if he can understand why he can't have you at the moment. You feel like your teaching a child why they can't have every toy at the toy store.

You want to go to couples counselling. You believe it's the last resort and maybe for Katsuki and yourself to seek a therapist privately and separately incase there are other things that needed to be sorted out.

You finish drinking your small drink you made at the hotels small coffee station in the hotel room as you turn on the tv to your show that you enjoy watching. You made plans with your brother to stay with him until things get sorted out with Katsuki so you're no longer staying in a hotel room. As much as you want to snuggle up beside katsuki and hear his bear snores and hear him fight paprika over bed space beside you, you mentally need space from him to learn why your relationship has come to a halt before it gets messy, even though it clearly has begun to fall apart.

You pack your things as you get ready to clock out of your hotel room before 10 as that's when you called your taxi too take you to your brothers house not to far from the hotel.

Your brother, b/n, is your buddy, your best friend. Even though he is two years younger, he still acts like a goofy 15 year old boy. Crazy to think he owns a house before you. Well, the apartment is closest to Katsuki's agency and near a train station for you to get into town.

You will check up on Katsuki later after hero work, you will probably will leave him another note.

You also are dying to get paprika into your arms. Poor girl is probably on that weird healthy dog crap again, we all know she enjoys your breakfast leftovers and small snacks, even much to Katsuki's dismay you love treating your baby girl as if she was your own daughter.

You have made plans to celebrate with Momo and the other girls on the weekend at a small party she is throwing for her friends. You have to go and find something to wear before the party. Your confident in your sense in fashion that no matter what you pick you will be the most gorgeous version of yourself you have seen in a while.

You may even post something from the party on social media to tease the media, is it worth it? Fuck it. You only live once as who cares if your out partying? No one cam dictate how you spend your time!

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@hero-media : Dyanight caught with his dog chasing a bird in the streets of Tokyo! Wonder what was so appealing about that bird! 🐶❤🐦

@hero-media : anyone else got crazy assumptions about Dynamight's relationship status with y/n L/n??

@Dynamight : the relationship between myself and @y/n_l/n is still being dealt with privately and for the foreseeable future to remain out of the public eye until further notice. We ask you kindly to keep your rumours and assumptions about us out of the media incase something false gets taken too far. Thank you and have a good day

- Bakugou Katsuki

Fairy tags : @jazzylove @dillybuggg @tsumusthighs @chibiiichan @suchichan @viiiolet @roxxane123

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buglife · 4 years ago

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Quirrel finally snaps. Royalty au. (He deserves it)

In Which Quirrel Has Enough :O

The morning started off just like any other. Waking up next to Ghost was always wonderful for Quirrel, especially in the big comfy nest gifted from Deepnest. It was like sinking into softness itself, something he and his spouse both appreciated, and there was plenty of room for cuddles. He yawned, stretching a little and turning to nuzzle his spouse to wake them.

“Morning, love.” He whispered, trying to gently wake them.

Usually they would be awake instantly and nuzzling back. Quirrel wasn’t sure if they actually slept now, having taken over the aspect of dreams. Even if they didn’t, they still made sure to be in bed every night to be with Quirrel, and stayed there until morning.

But today...they blearily blinked awake and didn’t nuzzle back right away. He instantly knew something was the matter.

“Dear, what is the matter? Are you alright?” He touched the side of their head and rubbed it in an effort to comfort them.

“Tired….” Came the soft quiet voice in the back of his head. Ghost had a measure of telepathy, but it was something they only did with friends and family. They tended to use sign language everywhere else, afraid of frightening their subjects. The Pale King had it as well, but used his to intimidate and issue orders. Ghost was doing everything in their power to be the complete opposite of their sire, even if it meant limiting their communication. Quirrel was trying his best to convince them otherwise, that their subjects loved them, but it’s taking a while to actually make Ghost believe it.

“You look tired. What where you doing last night?”

Ghost’s mental voice dissolved into a murmur of numbers and figures and laws hundreds of years old. The feeling Quirrel got along with it was an even measure of frustration, bafflement, and an extreme sense of mind numbing exhaustion.

“You were trying to rewrite the tax code last night, weren’t you?”

Ghost sank further into the pillows with a wheeze.

“You know I could have helped you, you silly thing.”

They sank further and didn’t look him in the eyes. He sighed and patted them gently, thinking about the situation to himself. For a long time, Ghost pretty much did everything, leaving Quirrel with the task of planning the rebuilding efforts once they took the throne officially. Ghost was the sole ruler, and the weight and pressure of that all had started to weigh down on them. Sure, they had their friends and allies to help them, but some things you just have to do yourself. Now that he was a king himself (something he still had trouble believing some days until he looks at the ring on his finger), he felt like he needed to do more to help his partner.

“Today, you are going to take the day off.”

They turned their head to look at Quirrel, a look of mild panic on their blank mask. Before they could ‘say’ anything, Quirrel beat them to the punch.

“Look at yourself dear. You are beyond exhausted. You haven’t had anytime for yourself in so long, you need a break. I’m your spouse, your equal now, let me help you take some of the load off yourself, please?”

“But...court? The new code…” They were too tired to properly argue, but Quirrel could feel their worry leak through their words.

“I can do them for once. It can’t be harder than what I usually do.” He thought of his duties, how much traveling he does to other parts of the kingdom to keep up good relations with their neighbors. Some ambassadors were pricks, to be frank. They seemed to enjoy trying to get a rise out of the Scholar King, but Quirrel used his wit to go toe to toe with them. It was fencing, but with words, a subtle dance where each tried to pick out weaknesses and use them to their advantage. Talking to the actual rulers though, was a lot more pleasant. In fact, he’s due to have a meeting with Herrah soon. Hornet would demand he spar with her, but she at least was completely honest with her desires. He thinks Herrah gets a kick out of watching her daughter beat the hell out of a King. She was at least kind enough afterwards to patch up his wounds.

Surely, sitting in a building and talking to the public won’t be that harder than having to actually fight someone every-time he needs to do his job.

Ghost gave them an incredulous look, and then sighed and nodded.

“Excellent, shall I make a pillow fort for you?”

They nodded excitedly, and Quirrel took all the extra pillows from the cabinets to add to the pile. After some time stacking and slinging blankets around, he had made a pillow fort that passed his personal inspection. Ghost retreated inside, and then promptly fell asleep, which vindicated his feeling that Ghost was too damn tired to do anything today. He made sure to put a note on the door for people not to disturb them and made his way through the palace.

It was not the White Palace, that one never came back from the realm of dreams. Ghost had told him that it was for the best, as no sane ruler would have that many buzzsaws. Quirrel inclined to believe them and not ask further questions. Instead, a new one was built, and it couldn’t quite consider it a ‘palace’. It was more of a government building and a place to house the knights of the kingdom. It was a hell of a lot more modest than the White Palace, but it was still nice. The citizens insisted after all and Ghost did not say no to them.

Quirrel would have to admit that the top floor where they both lived was really nice. Their friends and family had gotten their own rooms too, for them to live in or just stay in when visiting. Once Ghost had gotten their deserved family, they refused to be apart from them and was more than happy to have visitors around.

Quirrel made his way down to the ground floor, where court was held. It was just a simple room, decorated in shell wood and tapestries to give it a more calm feeling. A part of the room was dedicated to chairs and benches where petitioners could sit and wait their turn. There was a section where the workers would sit, such as the recorder and paperwork keeper, and next to that, was the thrones, sitting a bit higher than everyone else. Quirrel wasn’t too sure if it was required or not to have the thrones elevated, but just shrugged and went along with it.

Usually Ghost held court with at least two of the new knights of Hallownest keeping guard. In reality, Ghost really didn’t need guarding, but they appreciated some wranglers to deal with the public and the emotional support. It seemed today it was Tiso and Cloth.

“Heya Quirrel.” Tiso gave Quirrel a funny look. “Where’s the Squib?”

“I made them take a day off. They are in their pillow fort at the moment, resting.” He internally snickered. Tiso never stopped calling Ghost ‘Squib’, which would cause nobles to have a conniption whenever they heard it. If they complained, Tiso invoked ‘big brother rights’ and that was that.

“Good, they work too hard.” Cloth adjusted her club over her shoulder. “So you’re holding court today? By yourself?”

Quirrel nodded. “It shouldn’t be too hard. I mean, I will have to do it sooner or later. Why not now?”

Tiso and Cloth shared a look. They looked...apprehensive.

“Just be prepared, you get a mixed bag of people. Some are rather um…”

“Super fucking stupid. And spoiled.” Tiso finished for Cloth, gesturing to the still closed doors.

“They can’t be that stupid!” Quirrel took his seat on his throne (which is still completely unbelievable to him). There were two, the other was for Ghost, built side by side. There used to be just one, but well, now there was a need for two. At least they were comfy. For a moment he did want Ghost to be here by his side, but he was firm in the believe that his poor spouse was in dire need of a break. So, he will endure.

“They can and they are. Don’t get me wrong, most folks that come in are really nice, but you get a few every-time that cause trouble. We’ll be here to help you out, no worry.” Cloth gently patted Quirrel on the head. Cloth the Strong was the title given to her after she was knighted, and he was glad to have her here.

“Yeah if you want us to throw them out the windows, just say so.” Tiso of course, didn’t give too fucks. They couldn’t call him Tiso the Ant Who Doesn’t Give Two Fucks, so instead he became Tiso the Daring.

“Thanks guys.” Quirrel felt a little emboldened by the support of his friends. “Go ahead and open the doors, we’ll get set up and I think we can start court for the day.” Tiso flashed a thumbs up, opening the doors to let the various workers of the court come in to take their positions. Once settled, he nodded, and the first petitioner was called in. Quirrel sat up straight, making himself as approachable as he possibly could. He was a pillbug after all, they are usually considered cute, so it wasn’t like he had to try hard.

He smiled at the beetle who walked in and stood before him.

“Hello there, my friend, what can the court do for you today?”

The beetle took a breath before speaking. “I’m petitioning the court to ban nails entirely.”

Quirrel boggled as his brain ground to a halt, did he really hear what he just heard? It took him a moment for him to be able to speak properly.

“Ma’am, we use nails to protect the people and for individuals to defend themselves. Why in the world do you want to ban nails?”

She tutted “Well my little Perler keeps trying to pick up other people’s nails and he could get hurt! It’s dangerous to have those around anyone, let alone children!”

“Well then, if we do ban nails, how else would you expect the royal guard to defend you from threats? How do you expect travelers to protect themselves when alone? How do you expect the average citizen to defend themselves should they be attacked?” Quirrel tried to use logic, but to no avail.

She looked Quirrel straight in the eyes. “That’s for you to figure out, right?”

Quirrel sighed.

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It was official, he wanted to be anywhere but here. He kept glancing at the ornamental hourglass in the hall, watching the grains of sand fall one single piece at a time. It was like the sand wasn’t draining at all, that he was trapped in this one moment forever. This was officially torture.

Sure, a few legitimate bugs came in with reasonable requests. Asking for information to form a legal town militia? Sure go down the hall and to the left and there’s a bug to help you with that. Asking for funds to renovate an empty building for printmaking? That’s reasonable, we need all the books we can get. Asking for a possible sliding scale tax model for citizens based on income? Thank you for that idea, we will look into it when we can. Hell, some little kid somehow managed to make their way inside and asked Quirrel if he could make it illegal to deny dessert. He said he’d discuss it with his spouse but most likely they’d agree to make it a law. The kid left, skipping in glee and Quirrel felt himself smiling. He mused a bit of a possible ‘kids only’ court session just so they all can hear whatever these kids could come up with. It would be a welcome break, maybe a holiday? He’ll talk to Ghost later about it.

However, for every reasonable bug, came three that was dumber than a bag of hammers.

“I propose a tax cut for my business because making gold plated luxury monocles are essential to society.”

“Those Deepnest beast-folk are poisoning our society and corrupting our children! I request that they be deported entirely!”

“I’d like to propose a debate on lowering the age of consent.” (Quirrel had that one hauled off by the guard for questioning).

“I want this book banned because the author argued against the noble class and it hurt my feelings.”

On and on, it steadily got worse as the more opulent members of society came out to air their ‘concerns’. He had started to just dismiss them when they came at him with ridiculous requests, only prompting them to start whining. And boy, could they whine. He could feel his antenna vibrate under his hood with the shrill pitch of entitlement. He did his best to be polite, to gently let these people down. But they just kept coming, and coming.

When the next noble asked for him to tear down the local children’s playground because he wanted to build a second business there, Quirrel snapped.

“ENOUGH!”

He stood up from his throne, staring down at the weevil before him.

“No, I will not tear down a source of enrichment and enjoyment for our citizen’s children to satisfy your selfish desires!” Quirrel’s words were tense as he hissed them through clenched mandibles.

The weevil, that before was so bold, now cowered. Quirrel was someone who was rare to anger, that had a sense of calm and warmth that made most folks comfortable. But here, he had a dangerous aura about him, eyes glinting with chaos and the sense that he probably caused some destruction on purpose before. Here was a scientist, raised by Monomon the Teacher, a being known for her inability to take shit and being able to dish it back twice as bad. That was a terrible mix indeed.

Tiso and Cloth looked at each other, and then stepped back. Quirrel will let them know if he needs them, and they want to see what goes down.

“I want everyone, who’s court petition would only benefit themselves, to leave. This is not a place to fulfill your want for power and riches. This is a place to hear the concerns to the citizen and to help them with said concerns. This is a place for anyone, rich or poor, big or small, to bring awareness to how we, the court, can care for them.”

He glanced down at the weevil who was still cowering, and narrowed his eyes.

The weevil, had a smidgen of bravery to comment. “Okay, my liege, we can just come back later and ask Sov-”

“You will NOT, bother my spouse with your wretched and idiotic statements!” Oh, he was angry now. Children being told no asks another parent for a different answer, but not an adult. He could scarcely believe it. He has seen selfishness before, but not to this degree. “ESPECIALLY since you think you are above the happiness and joy of all the children in the city! And let me tell you, if you asked my spouse that question, you’d earn yourself a stint in the dungeon to rethink your priorities. They love children a hell of a lot more than arrogant pricks like you. Now get the hell out of my sight!”

The weevil booked it, a sizable portion of nobles scurrying after. It didn’t take long for the room to nearly clear out completely, leaving only a handful of bugs. As Quirrel took a deep breath to calm down, a spike of fear shot through his heart. He had lost his cool, here, in front of his subjects. Were they going to be afraid of him? Would they be afraid to come to court now and bring up legitimate problems?

He took a second look to see that most of them were in various fits of laughter.

He sighed in relief and slumped back in his throne.

Tiso leaned down to whisper “Nice one, nerd, I think you scared them off for a while.”

“Here’s hoping.” Quirrel sighed in return and rubbed his eyes. Once composed, he sat up again, and called the next petitioner to him with a smile.

“How can I help you, my friend?”

“Yeah um.” The ladybug looked back at the door where the group of nobles had fled. He recognized her to actually be one of the nobles that had stayed. “I propose a request to strip nobles of their titles should they prove that they do not have the best interests of the citizens in mind.”

Quirrel grinned. “You know what, that is a fine idea!”

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Being a king was exhausting. Quirrel barely dragged himself up to his bedroom, the day had turned to night and finally, all the work was done. All he wanted to do was not have to think at all for the rest of the night. How the hell did Ghost manage this every day? Especially before when it was just them doing most of everything? Quirrel now had a better appreciation for what his spouse does, and is still determined to lighten their load and share the burden equally.

He barely made it in the room before he was snatched up by Ghost, who was instantly purring and nuzzling his face. “Ah! Ghost!” He couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a little better as the love of his spouse seeped into him. It was wonderful. “Hello to you too, my darling.”

Ghost chuffed and gave one last head bonk, and carried him to the still stable pillow fort. They crawled inside, dragging them within where a few lumaflies fluttered about to provide light. It was warm and cozy, and Quirrel sank into their arms with a sigh. Ghost snuggled up, making them comfortable in their little nest. “Today was...interesting.”

Ghost touched their mask to his and felt the quiet voice in the back of his head. “Yes. Tiso told me when his shift ended.”

Quirrel groaned. “Did he now?”

Ghost nuzzled him affectionately. “He told me you handled court splendidly.”

“I don’t know, I lost my cool. I should have been able to deal with it all like an adult, not by loosing my temper like a child.”

“Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire.” Ghost leaned back, pulling Quirrel down with them so they can sink into the various pillows. “I am also sure you have just endeared yourself to our subjects doing that.”

“Are they always that bad?” He asked, sighing. He snuggled up to Ghost, who rested their head on his. “The nobles?”

“Yes. But that just gives us some...amusement.”

“Amusement? I felt like someone was digging into my brain with a pickaxe!”

“Think about it. The opportunity for pranks. Like how father and your mother took them out during the coronation ball. It was splendid.” They chirped softly in laughter. Quirrel couldn't help but smile at that. Indeed, that was absolutely hilarious. Especially when Oro punted those stuck nobles out of the door and sent them flying. He could deal with a bit of a headache here and there to see that sort of thing again.

“You know what?” He said, grabbing a blanket and pulling it up around the both of them. Ghost sighed sleepily and Quirrel knew he won’t be far behind.

“What?”

“I could get used to this.”

Ghost was both delighted, and terrified.

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mirrinbelde-shitposts · 3 years ago

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hey girl💐i’d luv a chance to guess ur Mercury sign.. my guess is Capricorn Mercury, ur writings are very organized n straight to the point, smart too. Whether or not I’m right, i wish u a nice day/nite👑

this my chart;) thank u, take care!

Hey! You got it right, congratulations! Have a good day too ^^

Welcome to your reading. Please remember to send feedback.

First impressions when looking at your chart: sea-saw chart shape; MC-IC axis at anaretic degree

SUN IN TAURUS

Your Sun sign is Taurus. You embody the Venusian energy well: you enjoy the finer things in life. This sign is best known for being stubborn; with this amount of Taurus energy, I’m sure you’re quite stubborn, which is a more negative way of saying determined. When you get an idea in your head, you won’t rest until you achieve it. You’re quite friendly and probably enjoy gossip. You’re reliable and hardworking. Being a fixed sign, I’d say you’re most likely not great at dealing with change; you prefer things staying the same. Comfort is important to you, be it literally or figuratively. You are very attached to your earthly possessions; furthermore, I’d say you have a bit of a radical mindset when it comes to money: you’re either too frugal or you spend too much money. Beware of possessiveness and laziness.

SUN IN THE 4TH HOUSE

This placement is somewhat similar to Cancer Sun. I'd say family life is very important to you, as is your home, emotional security and harmony. In order to grow as a person, you should take your time cultivating your positive traits. You may struggle to understand who you really are: the answer is inside, not outside. At the same time, there may be a tendency to emulate behaviours of those closest to you, which may contribute to the aforementioned lack of self-knowledge. Focus on yourself; practice mindfulness. There may also be some sort of conflict with your father or another father figure. Perhaps this person was overly dominating toward you, which may hinder your journey to self-discovery. You may, in time, develop those same characteristics. However, this placement may start to manifest more strongly later in life.

MOON IN TAURUS

The Moon is exalted in Taurus. Placed here, the Moon is quite happy, for this sign goes nicely with its characteristics: family-oriented, home, comfort, calm, familiar things, loving and caring. As with Taurus Sun, you may place a big importance on material things. With the Moon, however, it’s a bit different: you may develop an emotional attachment to some belongings of yours, perhaps because they provide you security. You’re the kind of person to stay home and enjoy a hearty meal, cuddle in front of the fireplace and enjoy sleeping in a comfy bed. You’re quite calm and caring; however, expressing your emotions may not be your strong suit. You should work on your deep attachment issues because they can destroy you if the object of that attachment abandons you.

MOON IN THE 4TH HOUSE

Once again, the Moon is quite happy here, which is the house it rules. This placement ensures that you have a strong connection to your roots: namely, family and home life; it could also be interpreted as your geographic location. Unlike the Sun, 4H Moon wants to feel like a part of the family structure. Your home is probably your refuge when things get difficult. You want harmony and safety in your everyday life. You are probably sensitive and caring and these traits make you someone appreciated both at home and in the workplace. Also, this is a good placement for parents. However, you may lack objectivity, often letting your feelings influence your opinions. You feel deeply.

MERCURY IN GEMINI

This is one of the two signs ruled by Mercury. Gemini embodies the more chatty, talkative side of Mercury. You are curious, intelligent and love to possess and acquire knowledge of every kind. You are good at both writing and speaking; however, speaking is probably the thing for which you are known. Gemini is known as the sign that never shuts up; this is particularly true in your case, with Mercury in this sign. However, since your mind is always racing, you may lack an attention span, always going from one thing to the other. Staying committed to tasks and goals may be a problem for you because you get tired of things quickly. You are good with words and love to socialize. Emotions may be rationalized.

MERCURY IN THE 5TH HOUSE

This is a great placement for artists, especially those whose fields are ruled by Mercury, such as writers. It allows you to pour all your creativity and originality into your craft. Your many ideas are expressed in fun ways and your show a jovial way of seeing things. You may enjoy puzzles or other activities that involve strategy, as well as sports (yes, because sports also require tactics). Basketball, for example, would be a good sport for someone with this placement. Additionally, it's a good Mercury position for someone who works with kids or teenagers, as well as parents. You are creative and fun and it shows.

VENUS IN GEMINI

As is the case of Air Venus, Gemini Venus requires a partner that will spend hours with them talking about anything. You seek a partner that is intelligent and educated and who can hold a conversation. If the other person cannot keep up with you intellectually, it will probably be a huge turn-off. You want someone who is as smart as you, someone who makes you laugh and accepts your quirky nature. However, it may be difficult to find such a partner. You are not great at expressing your emotions, so connecting head and heart is a way to help this. Also, you tend to not show you truly think and you're always joking, so people probably wonder about how you actually feel about them. You are probably quite indecisive when it comes to love and relationships.

VENUS IN THE 6TH HOUSE

Here, Venus gives great importance to things associated with Virgo: routine, health, job. It is important for you to have your routine and to plan things. Once you acquire a habit, it is difficult to let go of it ("Old habits die hard."). Similarly, it is important that you incorporate activities with your partner in your daily schedule. Funnily enough, it is routine that makes you miss things you no longer have: for example, if you lose a friend, you may miss them more because you used to talk every day. You enjoy working on projects that make you feel like you're doing something meaningful; your chosen profession must fulfil you. You want a harmonious workplace that makes you feel happy to work. Also, you have an eye for detail. There can be a need to obsess about your health, as well as your loved ones'.

MARS IN GEMINI

Gemini Mars, to me, indicates that your battlefield is words. Your “attack” is how you think, connect the dots and put your opinions into words. This placement makes me think that you have vast knowledge in almost everything and you’re willing to debate with anyone about anything. I’d say you’re also good at multitasking and bad at routines. You could do with a bit more determination; Gemini is a sign known for its indecisiveness, so you may struggle with carrying out your thoughts and ideas. You have many different interests and can change them up quite a lot, sort of similar to Gemini Mercury. You would do well to be a little more committed to your interests and ambitions.

MARS IN THE 6TH HOUSE

The planet of action has its joy in this house, according to the principles of Hellenistic Astrology. Mars strongly wants to take action, but the 6th house forces it to be more methodical and less impulsive. Your workplace may become your figurative battlefield. You need to be active in everyday life, but you also want to feel that what you're doing is meaningful and makes you feel useful. Mars here acts strongly and concretely in areas of life that are related to work, mainly career, as I mentioned. This seems to be a good position for a leader in the workplace. Similar to Venus, 6H Mars may worry a lot about the body. A great deal of your energy may be directed into taking care of it, perhaps going to the gym is an activity you enjoy.

JUPITER IN CANCER

Jupiter is exalted in this sign. The planet of expansion and luck finds in Cancer a good means of expressing its energy, for the sign is a sensitive one. Whilst Cancer is already sweet and caring, Jupiter expands these traits even more. You are generally a calm person, who empathizes with people's feelings and has a need to both listen and talk to others. However, you can become very fierce when someone messes with those you love. You probably have a very motherly side to you that draws people in. Additionally, I have said that Cancer is the most intuitive sign: Jupiter in Cancer only makes this even more so. Listen to your intuition, which is quite accurate; learn to trust your gut feelings (for example, you guessed my Capricorn sign correctly :D).

JUPITER IN THE 7TH HOUSE

This placement is a highly auspicious one for relationships and partnerships of any kind. It elevates even more Cancer Jupiter because it allows you to fully connect with people on a deep level. You possess the ability to communicate with others and understand their feelings, which makes you someone quite great around which to be. It also favours the expansion of knowledge. All of this applies to romantic relationships as well. You may get into them easily and seem to usually enter the right ones (Jupiter grants you luck). You are quite a caring, sweet partner and bring a very good, calm energy to your relationships. However, this can be a paradoxical placement: on one side, you want that security with your partner and want them to be dedicated to you; on the other, you need your freedom. Balancing these two can be quite tricky, so your partner must understand both of these sides of you.

SATURN IN GEMINI

Saturn here may cause you to be unsure about the themes of Gemini: communication, thinking and expressing yourself. This can cause you to be afraid to speak in public or to withhold voicing your true opinions. You may delve into the study of every area of life or, on the contrary, avoid it at all costs. You probably ponder your words before you speak them. You may have a tendency to be introverted due to this. In a past life, you may have misused your voice, so your purpose in this life is to learn the power of your words. Also, you probably struggle with order, discipline and setting realistic goals. Saturns wants you to learn how to deal with these topics in this lifetime. You may have a lack of self-esteem due to the problems aforementioned. It is important that you work on these blockages.

SATURN IN THE 6TH HOUSE

You can feel responsible for other people, especially your coworkers, even if you struggle getting along with them. There’s a need to serve, to be of use to others; you may find it hard to relax. You are quite organized, so you’d do well to make use of it. You could also be the type to help others in the way to their goals. However, you should also understand that, sometimes, you should just let go and go with the flow. Not everything in life is about hard work, routines or responsibilities. Find something that excites you; try some meditation. There may also be some health issues, perhaps you had them in your childhood. ⬛

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fangirlingincamouflage · 5 years ago

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Blind Hope: Chapter 7

Title: Blind Hope Author: Rosie Dayze Word Count: 1,232 Pairing: Nick Jakoby x Reader Chapter Rating: PG-13 Themes: Angst, Plot, affectionate frustration Disclaimer I do not own Nick Jakoby, he is the intellectual property of Netflix Originals, I make no money from this fanfiction. Dedication: @14readwritedraw96 and @thezucchini (For being so wonderfully enthusiastic) TW/CW Descriptions of pain, long term hospital stay

Previous chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 <~ You are Here

You are standing in the middle of the pasta isle at the grocery store when your cell phone goes off. It's that distinctive ping of an unknown number texting you. You sigh, roll your eyes, and wonder what is the easiest possible thing that you can make for dinner that night. In the past six days your workload has tripled. June and Em are on a much needed vacation and Nick is still unconscious at the hospital.

You know that because you called right before you left to go grocery shopping. You also called first thing this morning, and last night, and the morning before, and the night before that. You have called the hospital at least twice a day for the past thirty-seven days. You got the exact same information.

“Officer Jakoby is still in an induced coma, and he is not ready to be seen by friends or family.”

It was maddening.

Your phone goes off again and you set a jar of premade sauce back on the shelf. Your stomach isn't feeling red sauce. It isn't feeling pasta. Or oranges. Or any one of a thousand other things you were totally down for eating. You hadn't been hungry since the night part of LA went up in magical flames. Since Nick had been hospitalized.

With a sigh you eased into the snack isle. Is a bag of chips an acceptable replacement for dinner? Probably not, but you've had take out for the past two weeks and absolutely none of it has filled the steady, continuing ache in your heart.

Your phone goes off again.

“What?” you snarl loud enough to make the old lady with a basket full of frozen dinners blink with bewilderment. “Sorry. Not you.”

You pull your phone out and waive it at her. She doesn't look convinced, and doubles her speed to get into the next isle.

With a few swipes you bring up your new messages.

“This is Jessica, the Head Nurse at the Intensive Care Unit at the UCLA Medical Center.” The first message reads.

Your heard pounds so hard in your chest that your vision goes a little hazy. You grip your phone tightly enough to make the screen rainbow with protest.

“Nick Jakoby has achieved a state of continuing consciousness. One of my nurses made the mistake of telling him that you had stopped by.”

That hazy feeling turns to ash. You had wanted to see him yourself, to let him know what had gone on, and why you hadn't talked to him in six, not seven, months. He must be angry, furious.

The third message is brief, and comes across as a little mad. “In order to keep him in bed, I promised him you would come see him tonight. Do not make me a liar.”

You desert your cart, and take the shortest possible trip to the hospital that you have ever taken. Which is impressive, considering all the times you driven up there in the past month, just in case something had happened between your morning and evening check-ins.

You don't stop at the front desk, you know where you are going. The elevator doors close as you turn the corner, and the wait for the next ones seems like an eternity. The moment the doors whoosh open, you surge inside hitting the buttons for the ICU floor. You don't even wait. You ht the close-door button and watch your reflection stare back at you as the lift starts to rise.

What are you going to say? Should you have gotten balloons? Flowers? A stuffed animal? Would he even be allowed those things? Did he want them from you? Did he want to see you to make up or to have a final talk? In the twenty-eight seconds that it takes to get to your floor, your mind plays out you greatest hopes and worst fears in a strange, overlapping loop that leaves you feeling a little lightheaded.

Though maybe that has something to do with the fact that you haven't eaten well in a month.

Your clothes don't fit right, you think as you tug at the fabric. You should have gone home to change. You were wearing your comfy clothes to go shopping. The fabric weird. Then you realize its not the fabric, its your own skin. You are so nervous that your skin feels like an electric current is running through it. With a huff you roll your shoulders, trying to settle your nerves. It doesn't help.

The doors slide open and as fast as you got into the elevator, you hesitate to get out. This could go wrong. What if his mother is there? His partner? What about Johnassen, the jerk who broke his phone so long ago?

It doesn't matter you tell yourself as you take that first step off the elevator. All that matters is he's awake. You'll be able to see him with your own eyes.

A stern looking woman with stark gray curls looks up from a desk as you approach. She tilts her head and inspects you.

“For Jakoby?” she asks like she already knows the answer. “Follow me.”

Your heart is in your ears as you follow in the steps of her worn out shoes. She swipes her badge, taking you through a set of secure double doors. The sounds of the hospital change. The ICU is bereft of human noises, but it isn't quiet. You can hear televisions on a half a dozen channels turned down low, doing what they could to preoccupy patients who were in layers of pain. The sound of breathing machines hiss and whirl. A man in green scrubs wheels supplies down the hall. There's no happy, warm chatter. Just a strange sense of desolation and pain.

You do not like it here, and you can't imagine Nick here. Nick, with his warm laugh and kindness. Nick who kisses you like the universe exists in your lips. You want to scoop him up and take him away.

The nurse stops outside of a door at the end of the hall.

“They are quarantined behind a see through partition,” she tells you in the kind of no-nonsense voice that must come from years in her work. “Do not attempt to breech this partition.”

She holds out a long medical gown. Confused, you shoved your arms into the sleeves. She spins you, and starts to tie it up, and then she puts another one on your back, spinning you again so she can tie it in the front. She hands you a cap, and a mask, and you put them both on as she helps your feet into medical grade booties.

“How dangerous is it?” You ask as she holds up a pair of gloves to slip on your hands.

“Unknown,” she tucks the end of the gloves over the wristband of the double set of gowns. “But you saw the news, you know where they were. Better safe than sorry.”

She types a number into the key pad. “You get ten minutes. No more, no less. I'm not being mean, but we need to minimize any chance of exposure.”

You nod your understanding. Ten minutes isn't much time, but you'll make the most of it.

“There are armed men in there,” she finally says. “Don't do anything to make them think you are a threat.”

It's the last bit of advice she gives you before the pad turns green and the door is opened.

The room is long, white, and empty save for what looks like a box made out of hanging plastic. Only a few of the lights are on, casting half the room in evening darkness. There are several beds, but only one of them is occupied. The long, lean body of a black male is visible beneath the harsh lighting. Three other people stand guard, dressed from head to toe, AR-15 clutched in their hands. The door closes behind you.

For a moment you stand there, frozen and unsure. A little, ugly thought makes you wonder if this is some weird trick. Then you hear your name.

Your eyes are drown to the shape of a man sitting in a chair. You hadn't noticed him at first because the dark lines of his body blend a little too easily with the pseudo darkness on that side of the room. But now that you've seen him, you can't pull your gaze away.

Nick. You'd know the shape of him anywhere. The broad, strong line of his shoulders stands guardian against the pitch black behind him. There's a blanket across his legs, and an IV in his arm.

“It's you,” he says softly, disbelieving.

“Nick.” You take one step, and then another, and before you know it your legs are carrying you across the room. You almost forget the plastic. When you foot hits it, you're startled. The guards watch you with cold glares. “Sorry.”

And once you start saying it, you can't stop. Over and over again you apologize. You don't realize you are crying until you taste the hot salt of your own tears. You are sorry you didn't call him. You are sorry you left. You are sorry you didn't answer him back. You are sorry for everything you ever did in the last six months because none of those things was going to him. You sink to your knees at the edge of the partition, the tears making it impossible to speak.

He says your name again, so soft you wonder if you dreamed it. You look up, and he's shaking his head.

“Please, don't cry.”

Slowly, unsteadily, he gets up. He doesn't look at you as he pulls the chair from one side of the plastic sheet box to the other. Right in front of you, he plops the chair down, and then lowers himself into it. His staccato motions belie how hurt he must still be.

The pair of you are silent as you look one another over. You see the bruises beneath his woad blue spots; purple and yellow and, in some places, black. You see the stitches in his arm, the thick swelling of his hands. The skin around his cheeks is slack with the lack of food he's gotten in the past month. But his eyes, those gorgeous eyes that are yellow and red and orange all at once, they are filled with pain that has nothing to do with being thrown half a football field by a magical explosion.

“You're here,” he says, his voice soft. “I thought-” He stop short, shrugging, and then wincing.

“I know,” you tell him. While you aren't sure of the exact words he must have thought, you know that it couldn't have been good.

“Why?” he asks.

You open your mouth to tell him, but the words wont come. You remember Elizabeth, his mother, and the way she had looked at you. You could tell him everything, but what good would that do? He might get angry at his mother, it might cause some kind of rift between them and how many people did Nick really have who cared that much for his safety? Not nearly enough, you think as you take in injuries you hadn't noticed before.

Instead you shrug. You can't bring yourself to lie, but you can't bring yourself to tell him the truth either, no matter how much it's burned inside of you. You turn the words that she said over in your mind, pulling an answer from them without revealing their source.

“You got hurt because you were with me.” Your voice cracks as you say it.

His eyes close and his shoulders sag. His body leans forward. You think he's about to slide out of the chair. The pair of you kneel on the floor, staring at one another. Emotions that you don't think have ever been named whirl through you. You want to touch him, you want to hold him, you want to vanish together into the night.

“No,” he said shaking his head. “No. You were just the excuse. When they saw me-” he cuts off, coughs, and shakes. “They'd already decided what they were going to do.”

He looks away. You can tell that there's more to say, that he's struggling. Rather than push you give him a moment. He deserves that at the very least.

“It wont happen again,” he says.

“Why not?”

He opens his palm, I can't see anything there, but he must because he's staring down at it like it's something special.

“I can't talk about a lot that happened that night,” he says. “I want to, I want to tell you everything but...I can't.”

You shake your head. “I just need to know you are safe.”

“I think I am. I mean-I gotta tell you, it was not a normal night. I was...I was blooded.”

Your eyes go wide. You can't help but stare at his lips. He smirks.

“It'll take a while for the tusks to grow. But I don't need to file them anymore.”

You sit back on your heels. “Are you okay with that?”

He shrugs. “I guess that depends.”

“On what?” you ask.

He takes a deep breath and looks at you. It's a long look, a scared and hopeful one. It's like he's weighing a thousand dreams as he watches you and all you can do is wait.

“I thought I was getting over you,” he finally says. “It'd been months. Long months. Really, really long months. My mom even set me up on a couple dates with some unblooded girls from other states.”

Your stomach twists.

“Yeah?” you say, hoping that he's not about to tell you that he has moved on and this whole thing was about him saying goodbye.

“They were nice, but they...they didn't understand me. They didn't like what I do. They didn't like my jokes and they all thought Alaska is stupid.” The two of you laugh and it feels so good. He shifts his position until the two of you are nearly the same height. “I wasn't falling for someone else but I was pretending really hard like I was getting over you.”

You nod, you know what he means. You'd been going through all the motions, acting like you were moving forward when all you were doing was playing the role and hoping.

“I was going to come see you,” he said. “As soon as my shift was over that night. I was going to go right to your apartment. Everyone said I shouldn't because I'd just get hurt, but I thought that it would be worth it. I just..”

Slowly he reached into the blanket still twisted around his legs. His thick, injured fingers shook with pain as he pushed the fabric around.

“Where-hold on-it's here, I swear.”

Your heart, which has already gone through far too much, pounds all over again. Your mouth goes dry.

“Nick...”

“I almost died you know,” he says as he lifts a corner, continues to look. There's a little wetness on his brow, and you wonder if it's fear, nerves, or pain that's put it there. “And not just once. I almost died like four times.”

One of the guards cleared their throats.

“I know,” Nick said, holding up his free hand. “I know. I can't tell her anything. But you only have to look at me to see that it happened.” He went still, and bowed his head. “I did die.”

It's not even a whisper, there's no sound. It's a breath of words that you are sure the guards couldn't hear. You pounding heart turns to ice in your chest.

“What?”

But he doesn't say it again. Instead he looks up at you and his eyes are bright with a hundred emotions. “And all I could think about, was you.”

He holds out his hand. Nested there is a black velvet box. Carefully, he opens it, revealing a ring. It's made of two metals, platinum and rose gold, twisted around one another to form a very simple braid, and right there at the center is a stone in the exact same shade of blue as his spots.

“All I thought about every day has been you,” he is saying when your ears start to work again. “And I don't want to ever have to worry again.”

You swallow twice before you can speak. “Are you proposing?”

You aren't sure if he's blushing, but his ears twitch. “Only if you're saying yes.”

“You have to ask,” you say. “You have to...ask.”

“Is it a spell? A human thing?” he says.

You shrug, because it kind of is, but mostly you just need to time to stop your thoughts from making such a commotion in your head. There are a hundred ways this could go wrong, a thousand even, but even so-

He says your name and you find that he's shifted yet again, down on one knee in front of you. “Will you marry me?”

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chubbyreaderwriter · 5 years ago

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Jealousy Pt2

Thor x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Imagine: Everyone seems to know about Thor’s crush on you, except you. How will he react when you start crushing on and dating some other guy?

Word Count: 1.35k

Warnings: none

Part one

Masterlist

Previously~

Thor wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. You decided that wasn’t comfy enough and you laid down with your head in his lap. Thor played with your hair and chuckled at your drunk state, “Did you have fun tonight?” You laughed a little and nodded, “I met Lucas~” Thor tensed and Natasha, Wanda and Tony glanced over at him to see his reaction. He clenched his jaw but you, of course, didn’t notice anything, “Who’s Lucas?”

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Thor had been up most of last night thinking about what you had said after coming home drunk after your girls’ night. The way Natasha and Wanda looked at him, he knew that this Lucas person was more than some friendly guy they met passing by. Natasha had taken you to your bedroom when you started yawning, away from Thor’s moody and jealous presence. You’d fallen asleep pretty quickly but Thor had been lying in his bed, staring up at his ceiling and thinking about ways to get you to see that he should be the first on your list of suitable partners.

When you woke up, you had a familiar headache and you slowly sat up holding your head. You looked to the side of your bed, to reach for your phone on the table but you saw two tablets on a small piece of paper with a glass of water. Mentally thanking Natasha, you eagerly took them before checking through your messages. You frowned when you came across a message from a number that wasn't saved in your contacts. Hesitantly, you opened it and you mouthed the words as you read it;

Hey (Y/N), it's Lucas. I had a great time last night talking to you and I was wondering if you wanted to meet up for coffee sometime?

You were quick to get up out of bed, dressed only in a thin black vest top, panties and a pair of dark red pyjama shorts. You practically ran to the elevator and pressed the button for the gym, knowing that’s where Natasha would be. You impatiently rocked back and forth, wishing it would move faster. The doors pinged open and you speed walked past Steve and Thor to get to Natasha. The two men behind you stopped what they were doing when they noticed you.

“I thought you’d still be in bed, Принцесса?” You shook your head as you panted a little, raising your hand up as a sign to tell her to give you a moment. When you got your breath back, you squealed and showed her your phone, “It’s Lucas, he texted me! He wants to meet up!” Natasha smirked as she saw Thor pull sour face as he walked over to the two of you. “So, are you going to meet him?” Just as you were about to answer, Thor moved to be by your side.

“I don’t think you should meet this man, he could be dangerous.” You nodded in thought and you looked at the message again while Natasha rolled her eyes at Thor. A small whine left your lips, “But he was so nice and sweet and so hot. He’s perfect.” Natasha found it very hard not to laugh at Thor’s reaction to everything you were saying. Thor put his had on your shoulder and gave you a sympathetic look, “Is he though?”

Your brow furrowed in confusion to Thor’s remark and you decided to just ignore it, turning your head away from him to look at Steve, knowing he heard the whole thing. “Steve, do you think I should meet up with Lucas?” He grinned, “If you want to doll, go ahead.” Thor gave him an ‘are you serious?’ look and he added, “But be careful, he might be dangerous.” Almost bursting with excitement, you headed back to your room, calling out over your shoulder, “I’ll tell you how it goes later, I’m going back to bed.”

Thor watched you leave and as soon as the elevator doors shut, he turned to Steve, “I thought you were my friend? But now you are my enemy.” Natasha felt a migraine coming on from all the eye rolling she was doing lately, “Calm down, if you want to be with her, why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” Thor folded his arms over his chest like a pouty child, “Don’t you think I've tried that? She thinks my love for her is no more than a friend. Perhaps this is the galaxy’s way of telling me that I am not destined for love.” Even Steve couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes at Thor. Natasha shoved him in the shoulder, “Whatever drama queen, but the more time you spend pining over (Y/N) down here, the more time she’s gonna be thinking about Lucas.” “Don’t say that devil’s name!”

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After you woke up for the second time, you’d been nonstop texting Lucas after making plans. Every so often, you would smile at your phone and Thor hated it. He wouldn't stop glaring at your phone every time he heard it ping. Sometimes, you’d tell Wanda some of the messages he’d sent you and Thor sat there, arms crossed and mumbling to himself, “I could’ve thought of something better than that.” “It wasn't that funny.” “This guy sounds like an idiot.”

Wanda could hear it all but you were too distracted to pay attention to the grumpy god on the other side of the room. Thor got up and walked over to you, taking your phone out of your hand, “Lady (Y/N), would you like to join me to the movies today? We can find somewhere to feast afterwards.” You smiled, “Sure that sounds like a great idea.” Thor smiled to himself, pleased that you’d agreed to go on his ‘date’, “Just gimme my phone and I’ll see if Lucas wants to come.” Thor nearly snapped your phone in half and gritted his teeth as he spoke, “No, that won’t be necessary, it’ll just be the two of us.”

Looking at Wanda, you turned back to Thor, “Are you not going to invite Wanda?” Not wanting to get on his bad side, Wanda got up, “I just remembered I have plans with Clint today, so I need to go.” You puffed out your cheeks, then smiled at Thor, “Okay, guess it’s just us two. You wanna go now?” Thor nodded, a large smile on his face. It was a little weird but you just ignored it,, heading to your room to get dressed to go out.

Not realising it was a date, you just put on a pair of jeans, a baggy plain shirt and a baggy hoodie since it looked cold outside. When you met Thor, he was dressed in black jeans, a light grey shirt and a black leather jacket. He looked good, You blushed a little from looking at him, “Wow, I feel underdressed now.” Thor grabbed your hands and pulled you a little closer to him, “Nonsense, my dear (Y/N), you look beautiful.” You laughed at him, thinking he was joking based on your casual attire, “Yeah okay Thor, lets go before I start swooning.” It was just a joke you made but Thor didn’t exactly realise this and had a cocky smirk on his face because of this, which was only making you think that something was wrong with Thor. He had been really weird the whole day.

The movies had been an equally strange but enjoyable experience. Thor had been recognised immediately and had been given one of the rooms just for the two of you. You had been about to say that it was okay but Thor was quicker and said that it would be perfect. The movie you went to see was a horror and you were a little mad at Thor for that, he knew you didn’t like horror movies. For the most time, you were clutching onto Thor’s arm and had your face hidden in his chest.

Despite your screams here and there, Thor was loving the feeling of being so close to you. He wrapped his arm around you and you moved to hug his waist. He was smiling so wide his cheeks were hurting but he didn't care, finally seeing a little progress between the two of you. When the movie was over, you practically ran out of the cinema, knowing you probably weren’t going to sleep tonight. The two of you were walking around looking for a place to eat when you saw a familiar face, “Lucas!” “(Y/N)!”

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teejiplier · 5 years ago

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A Ring of Roses

Summary: Yancy was always busy doing something, taking care of the family, but what happens when he can't take care of you?

Content Warning: Angst, Hanahaki Disease

Relationship: Yancy/Reader

AO3 Link: X

AN: Happy Visitation Day folks!

Staying in prison arguably was the best decision of your life. You had plenty of activities to keep you busy, a nice, comfy bed, and friends, a family, even.

Like a fish takes to water, the gang had taken to you. You truly were never alone unless you wanted to be, seldom as that was. You could be found with anyone, trying out new recipes with Hank, lifting with Jimmy out in the yard, or having late night philosophical conversation with Heapass pondering the nature of how you came to be and what would happen after. More often than not though, you were with Tiny, as you were now.

"Look all I'm saying is that there's nothing wrong with a little romance. It could do you some good, and I'm sure she likes you too." You say, braiding her hair.

"Easy for you to say, your love life is non-existent." She snorts. You feel your face heat up at that, glad Tiny couldn't see it.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being single, but as much as you've talked about her, I feel like you should do something about it!" You say, directing the conversation back to her.

"I know, I know. You're right. Whether or not I'll actually do something though…" She trails off.

You hear him before you see him. A whistling coming down the hall, accompanied by a specific pattern of taps, meant he was working on a new number. As he neared the cell you were in, he swung himself around the bars.

"Afternoon, folks." He greeted.

"Afternoon yourself Yancy." Tiny retorted playfully.

"Hey Yance." You say, not making eye contact, putting all your focus into the braid.

"Who's you gettin' all dolled up for?" He asks.

"None of your business." Tiny says, sticking out her tongue.

"She's just worried you'll tease her again, like you did last time." You laugh, finishing off the braid. "There, you're all good!"

"Thanks (Y/N)!" She says, turning around to hug you before rushing out of the room. "I have to do this before I lose my confidence." She yells as she runs down the hallway.

"Never a dull moment with her, huh?" You laugh, turning to face Yancy.

"Hey, she keeps us on our toes." He chuckles.

"Heard you whistling on your way down here, working on a new song?" You ask, trying to make conversation to cover up the embarrassment you felt.

"Yeah, jus' a little ditty. Nothin' special."

"Nothing you do is never not special." You say, words tumbling out of your mouth. He gives you a soft smile, and shakes his head.

"If youse say so." He turns around and begins walking away from the cell.

"Where're you headed?" You ask as you get up from the bed, really not wanting him to leave yet.

"Gotta go spot Jimmy. You know how he is 'bout his workouts." He says over his shoulder.

"Ah." You say, nodding your head, watching as he walks down the hall. You sigh, but feel it turn into a cough. You can feel something in your throat, something that doesn't belong there. You want to go get some water, but part of you thinks that that won't help. You need to get it out.

So you cough and hack, doing your best to get it dislodged, when it finally comes out. You almost don't notice it, it's so small. Put you see something fluttering down to the floor. You crouch down to look at it. It's small, pink, almost purple, and familiar. You couldn't place it now, but soon enough you would remember. You decide to avoid Yancy for a bit after that.

"Hey Tiny." You say, sitting down next to her for lunch.

"Hey (Y/N)!" She responds, rather cheerily.

"You seem rather upbeat. I take it the confession went well?" You ask.

"It did! She said she felt the same way! And that she'd be willing to try it out!" She says, smiling wide.

"That's great to hear." You reply, picking at your food. It doesn't go unnoticed, as Tiny's happy expression is immediately replaced by concern.

"Hey," she says, hand going to your shoulder,"is something wrong? Did something happen? Do I need to kill somebody?" She asks, rapid fire.

"No, no," you sigh, bringing your hands up,"if you killed them then shit would really hit the fan."

"What happened?" She asks again.

"So you know how you said my love life is non-existent?"

She nods, before she starts smiling again. "You have a crush!"

"Tell the whole world why don't you." You say, putting your head in your hands.

"Who is it?"

"It's… Yancy." You mutter.

She perks up even more, her hands grabbing yours. "(Y/N)! This is fantastic! Once you tell him then we can go on double dates, and do trivia night together, and-"

"No Tiny, I, I can't tell him." You cut her off.

"Why not?" She frowns.

"Because, he's got this whole place to take care of, all these people, and if I tell him then I could seriously mess up the dynamic here."

She pauses for a moment, just looking at you.

"Bullshit. You're just scared." She says, matter of factly, causing you to crumble.

"What if he doesn't like me back? It's a perfectly rational fear!" You counter.

"Look, nothing good comes from bottling it up, I would know! And like you told me, it could do some good!"

"I just don't think I can do it Tiny. I don't want to mess up what we have."

"Look, I'm not gonna force you, but I really think you'd benefit from telling him."

"Maybe I would." You muse.

Tiny gets up to leave, to throw away her trash, so she doesn't see you get choked up as you have another coughing fit. You rush off as you feel it coming, leaving a confused Tiny at an empty table. You still don't know what's going on, so you don't want to worry her. Especially when you see that there are more petals this time.

You're in the yard, spotting Tiny when Jimmy and Yancy come up to you. You can already see the gears spinning in Tiny's head on how to get you and Yancy alone, and you couldn't help but wonder if this was why Tiny wanted to workout. You want to stop her from whatever she might do next, but you also really would like to be alone with him.

"Hey Tiny." Jimmy says, as Tiny runs up to hug him. As Yancy strides over to you, you can feel your heart start to pound.

"Afternoon Yancy." You say as you turn towards him, putting on a brace face.

"Hey (Y/N)." He responds, looking and Jimmy and Tiny. "Like two peas in a pod, ain't they?"

"They sure are." You can see Tiny trying to pull Jimmy to a different area under the guise of she needed his help. "Look like my workout partner just stole your workout partner."

"Guess that means wese gotta be partners, huh?" He says, punching you in the arm lightly, nodding his head towards a bench press.

You help him adjust the weights before he lies down. He starts his reps, and really, you want to pay attention so that if he needs help you can help him, but you can't help but stare at his flexing muscles.

"Eh (Y/N), youse still with me?" You hear him ask. You snap out of it and help him reset to barbell.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Good, it's youses turn." He says, getting up. You take off some of the weights he had put on before lying down and beginning your set. It's always been a bit difficult, you want to push yourself, but with Yancy watching you the fear you'll mess up is elevated. He manages to make it worse by trying to talk to you.

"Ya'know, it feels like youse been avoidin' me recently." He mentions.

"Oh. Really?" You pant, feeling your chest tighten.

"Yeah, what's that about? You gettin' tired of ol' Yancy?"

"No! No, it's not that. I've just been busy is all." You say, hoping he'd believe you. You realize now, your chest feels actually compressed, like something is crushing your lungs.

"Ah, I get that. Youse should come to rehearsals though. Even if we ain't got time to talk."

"Yeah. I'll try." You say, as you finish your set. Yancy helps you reset the barbell before you go looking for Tiny. You can feel that tell tale scratching in your throat, and it's worse this time. You don't want to go through it alone.

You find Tiny still talking to Jimmy, and pull her away abruptly. She lets out a squeal as you pull her, turning towards you to ask what could be going on, but when she sees your face she goes silent. She instead becomes the one dragging you, taking you to a secluded corner.

"(Y/N), what do you need right now?"

You hold up a finger, rasping out the word time, before you feel like you're going to throw up. You want something, anything else to come out, but it's still just the flower petals. They're full flowers this time, with drops of blood spattered here and there. How such a small thing could cause you so much pain, you didn't know.

You look up at Tiny, wanting to ask her so many questions, but she just looks at you in horror.

"You need to go see Heapass." She says, before you hear footsteps approaching you.

"Hey Tiny, is (Y/N) alright? They jus' rushed off all o' sudden, and Jimmy says they didn't look too good." Yancy says. Tiny manages to not let him come any closer, not to see you like this. He keeps Yancy talking, giving you an opportunity to leave.

You sneak away, looking for Heapass like she said. And as if by magic, he's there as you turn a corner.

"Heapass, something's wrong with me. I don't know what to do and Tiny said to come find you and I'm just really scared because I feel like I can't breathe and these flowers just-"

"Flowers?" He asks.

"Yeah, flowers. Here." You say, handing them to him. He examines them intensely, for just a moment before speaking.

"From your lungs?"

"Yeah. How did-"

"It's Hanahaki. They're azaleas. Caution, danger. Who is it?"

"What?" You ask incredulously. It was so much to take in, you weren't sure what to make of it.

"Who is the source of your feelings?"

"Are you saying this is because of Yancy? Heapass what is going on?" You plead. He sighs, before speaking slowly.

"Hanahaki is a disease, where flowers grow in your lungs due to unrequited love. It will either kill you or cause you to not be able to love again. At this stage, you either must undergo surgery immediately, or your days are numbered."

You're speechless from his explanation. Heapass is typically a man of few words, so him taking the time to explain it to you meant the situation was dire.

And just like that, Heapass is gone, and you're alone. What were you supposed to do now? Tell everyone goodbye? Hide out until this passes? Somehow convince Yancy in the next few days to fall in love with you? Maybe you could go away silently, and leave everyone in unaware. No, you couldn't do that. Not to your family.

In the days you had left, you spent as much time as you could with everyone. Tiny and you had many a sleepover, Jimmy had taught you some proper fighting techniques despite your weak form, and Yancy, well, he had asked you to come to his rehearsals didn't he?

You can't stay long, you don't have the endurance for it, but you manage to come in for a bit, say hi, tell them they're doing great, and then leave. You don't see the concerned looks they all share once you leave.

Honestly, hanging around Yancy was probably your worst idea. It only seemed to worsen the process. On the days you weren't able to get out of bed, Tiny was right there next to you. And when you start coughing up equal parts blood and flowers, she only leaves to go get Yancy. 'He deserved to know' was her reasoning.

She returns with Yancy, and the moment he sees you he rushes to your side.

"What's goin' on?" He asks, frantically.

"Nothing too special." You joke.

"Hey, don't say that." He says softly. "How'd this happen?"

"I hate to say it, but I'm in love with you."

You see his face fall when you say that, and he shakes his head.

"Oh doll…"

"Take care of everyone, alright?"

He doesn't say anything, so all you do is smile at him, eyes soft, before you cough up one last flower. You see Heapass out of the corner of your eye, and he nods.

At that, everyone around you is crying, and Yancy is left thinking to himself

How come he couldn't take care of you?

#fic #fic:yancy #ahwm yancy #yancy/reader #/reader

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makeupbychio · 5 years ago

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Lost & Found // Chapter 2.

Pairing: Calum Hood x Latina OC Character (Rosie Rivera)

Summary of the chapter: After Calum made things a little bit weird, all of them did a trip to a magical place to get to know each other.

Words: 9.2k.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol maybe(?).

Song: Lost & Found.

a/n: hi babies, I hope you like this chapter, is soft a f. I’m going to create a playlist for this serie and also a moodboard. Feedback is more than welcome, love y’all, stay safe and take care. Italic and bold means song lyrics.

[Prologue], [Chapter 1]

Why do we all fall down with innocence still on the ground? No, oh-oh-oh Why do we all fall down and apart on the lost and found? (Hm)

9:30 am

Rosie woke up before her alarm because the urge to pee was bigger after all the ice cream she ate the night before, when she came back, her best friend Cami was still sleeping so deep as always like not even an earthquake could bother her sleep, Rosie envies that from her. She was leaning against her window always looking for the sun in her pjs and a messy bun when she started checking her phone looking if there’s something new in her mails but it’s empty, ‘maybe next week’ she says to herself remembering that it was saturday so maybe that’s the reason why she hasn’t heard news from this person, yet. She was looking at the sun with her eyes close at the relaxing feeling of the heat in her face when Ashton texted her. He told her about how excited was Michael about this that they were up since early thanks to him and that Luke almost punched him in the face.

She replied to Ashton letting him know that please don’t be so rude to Michael and that she understood his mood.

She went downstairs to put the boiler on to make breakfast and she wasn’t surprised to see her grandfather in the dining room, Mario, already drinking his mate and reading the newspaper with his glasses in the middle of his nose reading the sports section.

The sun was behind him making him look so peaceful and Rosie felt so grateful to have the best grandfather she could ask since she never meets her other grandfather because he died when her dad was her age. She got close to him and greeted him with a kiss in his temple.

Mario melted at his granddaughter’s presence because since day one she has been his partner in crime and he would do anything for her. When her dad was away because of his work, Mario was there next to Rosie when she missed her dad or when her dad couldn’t make it to tons of father’s day, birthdays, holidays, things at kindergarten or school that Mario was there like her number one fan with the biggest ovation at every event, even those days when Rosie was a child and she was in emergency because a heavy cold at 3 am, Mario made all the way to the hospital with her favorite toy and a book to colour to make her feel better. Rosie’s mom said he shouldn’t spoil her that much. But he doesn’t care, till present day when Rosie has a dance competition or a show he’s always in the crowd or backstage for bigs and smalls shows.

In spanish he says after taking a sip of his mate drink, “morning hija, how are you? Cami stayed the night here?”

“I’m fine and yes, ice cream alert. Matty broke up with her” she said while preparing her typical contundent oatmeal with another things.

“What an- ” Mario said without cursing but she understood.

“Exactly” and the boiler informed that the water was ready so she prepared her tea. “Do you want a refill?” she asked pointing at his mate.

“No hija, thanks” so she sit down next to him in the dining table.

“So how did our team did yesterday?” referring to their favorite chilean soccer team that it’s like a family tradition because Mario and her dad played in that team in their youth.

“They won last night! They’re recovering but don’t talk about that” Mario looked at her freezing the changing of the newspaper’s page. “Are Cami and you going to go out with Ashton and his band?” he looked at her so excited.

“Oh yes, Ashton already texted me and told me that all of them are awake because one of his bandmates is so excited” Rosie said eating her breakfast.

“Are you talking about Calum?” Mario said looking her with her glasses down his nose while he continued changing the page of the paper.

“No! Another bandmate, why are you looking at me like that?” trying to hide her face behind her tea cup.

“Oh don’t worry, just old mans things ya’ know. So it would be a good idea if you go and wake up Cami because we all know that takes time” he said changing the topic of their conversation.

Rosie finished her breakfast and leaves the dining table asking permission to her grandpa and he let her know that he was going to keep reading the paper if she needed something.

Once back at her room Cami still sleeping all messy around the bed. Rosie looked up the ceiling praying to the universe because what it’s coming she knows that it is always a show.

“Morning sleeping beauty, it is time to get up” Rosie said softly while Cami just groaned at her covering her body with the blankets.

‘Okay, as always you’re not giving me another option’ she thought. So she got closer to the bed and started moving Cami’s shoulders, peace was never an option when it comes to wake up her best friend.

“Cami a tremor! An earthquake! Come on!” without getting an answer back she was jumping in her own bed like when she was a child.

Cami threw her a pillow that almost makes Rosie fall who decided to take a shower instead.

When Rosie was done with her shower, thank God her best friend was with a coffee cup in her hand and checking her phone.

“Good morning Cami, how are you?” Rosie asked wrapped in a towel around her body noticing Cami’s swollen eyes and she knows that her best friend fall asleep crying till tiredness was bigger than her broken heart.

“I could be better, ya’ know. Matty didn’t even text me during the night” Cami said disappointed standing next to the window.

“I know honey but hey keep ya’ head up because today we’re going to have fun and forget about Matty okay? he doesn’t deserves you. Rosie said standing next to Cami.

“You know what, we could go to ‘Cerebro’, ya’ know that always make us feel better and we need it since we have been busy with studies” Cami said.

“How did I not come up with that idea before? of course that always works!” Rosie said hugging her friend.

Before leaving her house, Rosie and Cami said goodbye to Mario and he told them to have fun and take care of each other. They walked to Cami’s house that it’s 10 minutes away walking and it could be less if it wasn’t for the steep slope.

Once there, Cami was taking the things she is going to need when her dad entered the room “Hi my little princess, Mario called me yesterday and told me about today even when I would like to hear it from you... Hi Rosie” Rosie said hi to Gabriel, Cami’s dad, the only one that was at Cami’s home because the rest was already outside busy.

Cami apologized to him and told him all about Matty’s thing so he understood and said to himself to talk with his daughter about this later because he knew that she is late as always and because he wanted another moment to bring this topic.

“If you girls want you can take my car because Mario told me about four friends of you in this trip. But, Rosie is going to drive” he said handing the keys to Rosie.

Gabriel explained that he wants Rosie to drive not because his daughter was a danger behind the wheel or maybe yes but he knew that his daughter was thinking about everything but driving to their destination.

11 am

Ashton said to their friends to move from the hotel reception’s couch when Rosie texted him that they were outside the hotel waiting for them.

Michael ran outside to the hotel’s parking lot without even knowing how the girls or the car looked like.

Ashton found Rosie and Cami leaning on the car’s door. “Woah Rosie since when you have a huge family?” pointing to the car with three rows.

Before she answered him, they greeted the guys with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and introducing themselves.

“I think you should go by walking, who is with me?” she answered to Ashton when he was the last one that Rosie greeted and with her question everyone raised their hands. And Rosie looked at Ashton with a victory look when the rest laughed at him. But Cami explained that the car it is that big because she has three siblings and Ashton thanked her because there was no way he could knew that.

The girls ask them if they mind to go and change their outfits because the place where they were going has lakes, piers, trees, mountain, cabins, etc so they would fry their asses wearing leather and latex with that day’s weather.

The boys agreed on going upstairs to change except Michael that was already in comfy casual clothes with pair of shorts, a grey tank top and a black cap turned back, Michael really prepared for this and let the girls know that he warned them in the morning and says “ya’ know, boys” to the girls. They laughed and he took his things to put it in the trunk and he also brought his acoustic guitar and told them that it was necessary for the day or if he got inspired for new music.

While in the other side the boys were in the elevator back to their rooms to change and Ashton said to Calum that he should stop acting so weird around Rosie it wasn’t a big deal what happened yesterday but Calum wasn’t feeling like that, not yet. Luke agreed with Ashton and said that it only depends on him if he wanted or not to let that behind.

Luke changed to black leggins, a black tank top with a open denim shirt. Ashton changed to a pair of black shorts, a black with white line shirt and a black cap. And Calum changed to black sweatpants, a green olive shirt and a cap.

Back to the rest waiting in the car Michael now understood his best friend’s comment about this girl when she took off her sunglasses and looking at her in an objective way. Michael asked politely to them if he could go in the passenger seat and Cami agreed that it was no problem with that. So Cami suggested Michael to have his guitar with him in his seat for the road.

When the boys were back in their new outfits and with sunglasses, Cami told them to get into the car. Cami were in the second row of the car with Ashton and Calum and Luke in the third row.

Rosie started driving out the parking lot, Ashton immediately asking, with crossed hands and looking giant next to Cami just like the rest of the boys in the way their legs barely fitted in the car space, why Rosie’s driving if it is Cami’s car and Cami answers that it’s a long story but she had a bad night so Rosie is more aware of the road.

Michael’s music starts playing while Rosie was already out the city leaving behind all the big buildings. Now the road is full of trees and plots with animals and grass.

All of them except for Rosie were enjoying of the fresh air and serenity looking what they had out the window, she was singing to Michael’s playlist so focused on the road.

After a couple of minutes when they entered a narrower road compared to the city lanes. Now they were going up because of the mountain range’s height and other geomorphological characteristics so the road wasn’t flat like the city.

All of them were having a mini karaoke with Michael’s playlist when he had to know where Rosie got her ‘Star Wars’ black crop top that she was wearing and asking her if she would like to be his best friend. Rosie laughed at his cuteness. And his bandmates let out a tired sigh because they know what this means.

“Here we go again” Ashton said letting his head back teasing Michael about his obsession with that saga.

That crop top exposed her noticeable abdomen due to her daily intense dance trainings. She was wearing red sweatpants that gives her that dancer vibe. Also she feels comfortable in that pair because she doesn’t feel secure with shorts or exposing too much her thighs even when she’s a dancer but the size of her thighs sometimes makes her uncomfortable or sometimes she doesn’t care at all when she’s feeling herself.

Her dark brown hair is long and super straight. Calum noticed that that day she was wearing less makeup compared to last night. But both looks he doesn’t change his mind and thought the same from last night ‘god is a woman’ and he said to himself to stop with that even when it’s a fact for him. Now he feels curious about this girl that looked so confident being a dancer but noticing that has a lot of facets.

His thoughts were interrupted by the same girl he was looking. She was discussing with Michael about the last Star Wars movie and he felt that he was going to explode to finally find a friend to talk about his ‘nerd’ things.

“She made me watch all the saga before we went to watch the last one to the cinema” Cami said from her seat “but even when I’m not a fan of that kind of movies, I enjoyed it and I’m in love with Finn”

“Michael did the same with the ones that hadn’t watch the saga” Luke mentioned from the back. And Michael fired back that it was like the only thing that he achieved because they never want to play a card game he has.

“That’s not true Mike! Sometimes I play online with you” Calum said offended faking a sad pout to his friend. Calum thought that now he’s part of the nerd club too but he doesn’t care.

“Well Michael, now I have a game for us, it’s not about cards sorry but let’s play it while there is a while to arrive” Cami said, who was wearing a simple and large grey dress that covers her legs and it wasn’t a tight dress is just that the fabric is attracted to her body. She was with her faux locs, sunglasses, wearing sandals and more makeup than Rosie.

Cami started to explain the game ‘mini entrevistas’, it’s a thing she does to meet people or to know the other’s opinion. The boys gave her a confused look. It consists that everybody ask something to one in particular and this one should answer which option prefers.

“For example, Ashton, Michael Jackson or Elvis? You got it?” she said looking at the boys that were paying attention to her. “The idea is that everyone get a question by the rest” and Ashton clapped his hands pretending that he was getting ready for the game.

The first questions are simple like ‘winter or summer?’, ‘pizza or tacos?’, ‘hen or egg first?’, questions about music, movies and other stuff till Cami asked “would you rather get rid off your life sex or food?” and Luke decided to move on on the game because of the controversial question he was like “sex, no, food, no, definitely sex, no, I don’t know” that made everyone laugh at the different opinions so Michael decided to take his guitar that was near him to start playing classic hits and the rest would recognize them and start singing.

12:15 pm

Rosie entered a dirt road and turned left and now everyone can see several cabins with plenty distance between each one. A huge lake as the front yard of each cabin that is shared and in the middle a dock to enjoy and it’s surrounded by several mini boats like kayaks that are tied to a wooden dock.

The boys were surprised by the beauty of the place and how peaceful it is. The clarity of the water, how they felt tiny for being surrounded by huge mountains.

Rosie parked the car outside the cabin that belongs to Cami’s family. While everyone was in the trunk taking the backpacks, Ashton said “Definitely in maybe thirty years it wouldn’t bother me to live here” he was hypnotized by the lake and the view, but Luke grabbed him to go into the cabin telling him to hurry up because he was starving.

It’s a very comfortable and rustic cabin that inside it has the necessary. It’s built of cement in the inside and of wood in the outside.

When Cami opened the door and left her things in a big room that is near the entrance she explained to the rest that that room was for her and Rosie and as she has a big family the rest of the rooms are passing the kitchen and there they chose their rooms.

12:30 pm

The boys suggested having lunch due to Michael made them have breakfast so early. So the deal was a tour the center, then have lunch and then come back to the cabin.

While they were walking they take pictures and keep talking to continue knowing each other. The trees around the road are so tall that they give shade so the heat isn’t so overwhelming.

Calum was taking pictures, staying behind the group so Rosie went to look for him so he can see her from the front and without planning his gaze landed on the girl’s figure the way she has curves very defined and her abdomen that is noticeable but subtle. He thought to himself how many training sessions she had to have that body and then realized that he should start exercising on monday.

Calum joked about complaining that nobody is stopping for a picture with a cocky tone and Rosie laughed and answered him with a The Simpsons reference. If they were going to be friends, he had to get used to references of movies, music, tv shows, memes, etc.

“Let’s continue walking we don’t want to lose the rest” she took him by his arm after he took a couple of more pictures.

Michael was in the front of the walk taking silly photos with and of the rest and Cami says to him to handle the phone to her because photography is one of her hobbies.

“So, why you’re studying psychology?” Michael asked her when she told him what she studies while Calum and Rosie were behind. She told them that she forgot to bring her film camera.

“There you are!” Luke said receiving Rosie and Calum back with the group. “Let’s take a pic” and Cami started the photoshoot by freezing the moment with the huge trees around them, the wind moving everyone’s hair with a large dirt road behind.

So Rosie posed with Ashton with her on his back like piggyback ride and then they swiped after a not that long discussion. Then Michael with Rosie just him pointing at her crop top with his tongue out, then Calum carried Luke like a baby with Michael in the back with a jealous look which surprises the girls how strong he was by how easy he lifted Luke. Then Michael asked for his phone back so Cami could appear too and she found a flower on the sides of the road and put on Luke’s hair and posed with him with a flower within her locs too. Michael started to just taking the pictures without any warning to the rest so they were more spontaneous. Calum and Ashton posed with Cami as ‘Cami’s angels’ instead of ‘Charlie’s angels’ a joke that Ashton thought about it. Then Calum hugged the girls, one of them on each arm of him around their collar bones height, Rosie’s back was press to Calum’s ribs. And the last one Calum offered to take a selfie so everyone was in the picture.

They get close to Michael’s phone to check the photos and they laughed about it and asked him to send them to have them as good memories. Michael said the he’s going to post a couple of them and Calum thought about the same or just have them in his phone’s gallery because he knows that any picture he posts with new people brings comments.

When they went all over the center of the tiny town watching artisan’s works, listening to street musicians which ones the boys paid more attention to them and noticing the passion and clap when they finished and leave money to support them.

After more pictures with the uniques mini streets of the place and with the valleys full of harvests behind them then Cami walked them to a restaurant with something in particular.

“Ehmm Cami I think that the restaurant was assaulted” Michael said pointing at the restaurant without windows and doors.

But she explained that that’s the idea of the place, it’s looks like a restaurant was placed inside a giant rock. When they entered it makes sense because everything was made of stone but somehow it was comfortable.

“That’s fucking sick” Calum said looking at the place and sitting with the group.

The girls and Ashton helped the boys to order because it’s just typical chilean food even when the menu comes translated but they wanted to choose wisely.

“You just tasted chilean food last night and you already feel chilean” Calum said leaning forward to where Ashton were that he can’t see because he was far from him in the other side of the table that has an ‘U’ form.

“You’re jealous because you don’t have chilean relatives” Ashton lifted his hand as far he can to his friend to annoy him. “Besides at least I go outside and don’t stay in the hotel like you guys” he finished his point and the food arrived.

Luke took the bread and spread the red sauce that the waitress left in the table with their order. The next thing his face was red and he started drinking his water desperately. He was coughing now and Rosie helping him realizing that he took the spiciest one. After all, he understood that the sauce called ‘pebre’ has chili pepper to the extreme. Ashton teased him that is not even the spiciest sauce that he was overreacting with his cough and Luke gave him a look and said that it was real cough.

When they finished their meals Michael for the first time of the day was in silence staring off into space and Rosie waved her hand in front of him and Luke moved his friend till he answered that he was processing how good this tastes.

When each one paid the bill, they left the particular restaurant and a couple of steps away Rosie mentioned if they would like to do a tour to a vineyard that the owner, Will is a friend of her grandfather because as you can tell he has a lot of acquaintances.

“I don’t know about you guys but who I am to refuse to this wine show” Ashtons said pointing at himself.

When they entered the place an old man with a beret that makes him look sophisticated met Rosie and Cami as they introduced the boys behind them.

“How is Mario?” Will asked Rosie and she answered that he was fine and also updated him about the bar that he should go with his wife to have a drink and dance.

“For sure that I’m going to visit the bar and also your grandfather because the last domino game he won but I discover his trick that always beat me” Will told her and she was not surprised because even when Mario denies it she knows his trick too and how much he loves this game and enjoys playing it with his friends at the bar. She was thinking that maybe that is the reason why Mario hired the band of the bar because they called exact like the game.

Will doesn’t speak english so the girls translated while he was explaining this activity, his business and that the country has one of the best wines of the world and also showing the hanging vines. Next to it there is a yurt where you can taste and then buy wine if you want.

Then they confirmed how the old man was right about the wine on this country.

Will’s vineyard is very famous even when you look at the owner and his business so humble but the wine is one of the most valued in the market so that’s why during the year people visit the place and enjoy a good wine. Michael was walking around the room looking at the pictures hanging on the wall that Will does a collage of famous people that had visited the place and also pictures of no famous people.

“No way! Are you fucking kidding me?” Michael said taking Rosie’s arm in surprise to get closer to see what he was looking at almost making her drop her glass. “Rihanna was here?!” and Rosie translated to Will why Michael screamed at the picture that the singer appears with Will and his wife.

“Tell him that he’s right that she also bought lots of bottles for her home and jet” Will said at Rosie.

“Can’t believe we’re stepping on the same floor Rihanna did once” Calum said getting closer to his friend to look at the rest of the pictures on the wall. And the rest did the same from their chairs in the bar that is in the room and Will behind it serving the wine as a bartender.

The boys kept collecting memories of this trip and place not like the previous pictures in the road that were silly because of the presence of an adult even when Will is also part of Rosie’s family. They took pictures of the wine, the room, the pictures hanging in the wall, the vines, the landscape, etc.

Calum asked Luke to pose next to the vines because he is almost the same height as these things, even when Luke thought it was stupid he posed anyways with one eye close because of the sun hitting his face and with a smile that he gave up at his friend petition and the rest laughed at this and Calum joked about it while he took the pictures with his phone.

Then Calum asked the girls to pose next to the vines like the opposite thing that happens with Luke. Then they exchanged numbers with the girls except for Ashton that already had them, to send the pictures from the different phones.

Ashton was posting a picture on Instagram with the view of the vineyard and tagging his location with the caption ‘best wine ever, life is great.’.

They thanked Will for the tour and the wine and said goodbye to him, now they’ were going back to the cabin. Cami told Rosie and Ashton to go to the minimarket to buy some things for the night and for the next morning. And the rest of the boys walked with Cami to the cabin.

Once in the minimarket Rosie and Ashton looked for water, things for breakfast, alcohol for the night, and things if they get hungry after the club. They were queuing waiting to pay and Ashton asked her to give him the bottles of water because they are heavy.

“So, chilean relatives?” she commented about what Ashton said before during lunch.

“Oh yeah, about that, I’m sorry if it bothered you because I know that-” he said but she interrupted him because it doesn’t bother her at all, she mentioned that it’s so sweet from him to consider Mario in that way.

“I know that I don’t have any blood ratio with him but he knowing that he helped my mom and me during a bad moment it’s why I consider him that much compared to other people blood relative ya’ know” he said without looking at her with a tone of pain.

Rosie didn’t know if she should ask what happened but she didn’t want to bother him so she would understand if he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Ouch, that sounds like a hint to people that did no good to your family” she said looking up at his serious face and clenched jaw.

A moment of silence while Ashton is thinking in the right words to say next.

“Maybe, let’s say that I thought that in that moment it was just me and my mom ya’ know?” he said finally looking down at her and she understood what he meant to say and nodded. “Those were difficult moments and what Mario told me yesterday it came to my mind a lot of things. And I realize that is crazy how you get help by people you don’t know or don’t expect their help at all and the ones that you have a relation they don’t help you” he admitted.

“Got it. Well I know that we barely know each other but anything you need or if you want to talk I’m letting you know that I’m always going to be available and also Mario, and my family and my home like Mario already told you” she said stroking his arms while he kept holding the bottles of water.

To be honest, Ashton doesn’t know how to deal with affection sometimes and real care from others. He is so used to his family and the boys that sometimes he felt scared or distrust for what happened to him in the past but he knew that she was being honest. Therefore he smiled and thanked her.

Meanwhile in the cabin the rest were just resting in the living room. Luke was checking his phone and saw the stories that Ashton posted so he started following the girls.

Rosie and Ashton were walking back to the cabin when Rosie’s phone rang with a notification and it was Luke who tagged her in a post and with difficulty she took her phone because she was carrying the water. Luke posted the pictures of the girls with the vines and him with the vines with the caption ‘reality vs expectation’. And he put in his stories the one with Cami and the flowers in their hair. Rosie laughed showing the post to Ashton who laughed too. She thought it was an email instead of Instagram.

“I’m going to kill Luke but that is a good one” she said. The rest also posted and tagged her. Michael posted pictures of him in the vineyard, the groupal selfie that Cal took, and the picture with Rosie with the caption ‘today is a good day, I stepped on the same place that Rihanna were once and also tasted the same wine, also I found my new best friends they’re cooler than me. ps. finally someone to talk about star wars’. And the one he looks jealous at Luke being carried by Calum in his stories then posting another story with his face zoomed. Calum posted the one with the girls and the Cami’s angels one with the caption ‘🇨🇱🍷💙’. The group selfie he took and the videos he filmed of the musicians playing in the small town they listened earlier he uploaded them in his stories. Rosie concluded that Calum was the one of the group that says the less compared to his bandmates.

“The water is here!” Ashton said opening the door suddenly and leaving the things in the kitchen and in the fridge.

Ashton took glasses for everyone. Then he sat down in a chair and comment about the pictures his friends posted and he already posted one last night when he played in the bar with the band tagging his location and a grateful caption, but now he posted the picture with Rosie and the one when she carried him, the one with Cal and Cami as ‘Cami’s angels’ with the caption ‘cami’s angels at your service… you can’t hang with us jk these days had been amazing with beautiful people and fam’.

Everyone was drinking water and the girls were posting too even when with them it’s different because it wasn’t normal or a daily thing to suddenly post something with famous people because they barely have like 700 or 800 followers on social media unlike the guys that have millions of followers. Cami posted the picture with Luke and the flowers, Cami’s angels and the one with her best friend in the vines with the caption ‘choose your fighter...the perks of being a wallflower or Cami’s angels or my soulmate’. Michael realized that they didn’t get a picture together the same with Luke and Rosie. Finally, Rosie posted the one with Ashton, with Michael and with Calum and Cami and she didn’t know what to put in the caption, maybe just emojis, like Calum. But Cami whispered to her something she didn’t understand ‘Chile vs Australia but friendly’.

“That shit is hilarious” Ashton exploded in laugh in the chair “give me a high five” lifting his hand to Cami and Rosie asked for an explanation and Ashton told her the story when Calum cursed on Twitter when Chile won against Australia in the world cup and Rosie opened her mouth because she couldn’t believe and teased Calum about it. Michael allowed them to make fun of that whenever they want.

Calum changed his position in the sofa and also the topic by asking Cami to tell them about her long story.

Cami studies psychology, has two sisters and a brother, she’s the older one. Her dad’s chilean and her mom’s dominican. She loves photography, writing and her big family including Rosie’s family.

She summed up her break up story and the boys were ready to throw hands to this idiot. Ashton apologized to her because during the morning he teased her because yesterday Rosie told him that Cami was on a date and probably she was busy when she didn’t answer her phone.

“Amazing Ashton now you’re joining a club for screwing up” Calum looked at him and Ashton thought to fire back because he fucked up things yesterday but he decided to stay silent.

“Don’t get me wrong but I don’t know what his definition of ‘gaining weight is’ such a troglodyte” Michael pointed sitting next to her giving her a hug.

“Oh that it’s so sweet but it’s true, the last few months I have gained weight because in school my lil brother is being bullied and of course it has affected me watching him and can’t do nothing because his teacher told us that she’s going to do something” she was surprised for being so honest but it felt good to talk about it.

“He ain’t worth your time girl, he ain’t worth you” Calum said with his finger giving his advice and puckering his lips.

“Woah, Rosie told me the same yesterday” Cami said. And Luke offered to bring his dog, Petunia to scare the bully kids and also her ex, so Calum offered Duke too even when his dog it’s smaller but it could work too. And Michael didn’t waste the chance to make fun of Luke’s dog.

“And what about you Rosie? Calum told me yesterday you are studying dance” Michael said and Calum threw him a glance like ‘why it couldn’t be Ashton instead of me?’

She told them that she had left just three semesters to finish the career and that it could be less than that depending of some things. Her parents are both chilean and she’s an only child and has a dog that she adopted and like Cami, she’s single.

She also summed up the story that her boyfriend broke up with her because he said that he couldn’t handle anymore having the relationship with her if she’s going to be a dancer, he thought that there was no future for them because she already went to other countries to dance and if they were going to be a family he would like that she were an architect instead of an artist. Cami looked at her thinking that she is the only person who knows the full story.

“He really thought he was indispensable and what about that family thing” Ashton said confused. And Rosie agreed with him because she didn’t thought about a family with him.

“It doesn’t matter, because realized months later that he’s a mommy’s boy because it was because his mother didn’t like the idea of me being a dancer because he asked me to be together again” she added.

“Yeah that’s weird because if you were already dancing and he was with you, it doesn’t make sense because in that case he should broke up with you at the first year of your dance studies” Calum said confused too like if he was calculating something. Calum was the most confused one like he didn’t know which ex was more idiot but he didn’t add anything and just repeat the same what he said to Cami.

Rosie went outside to pick a call when her phone rang, Cami jumped and looked at how her friend left the cabin stopping her conversation with the guys.

Calum asked Cami if everything is okay by the way of her reaction, Cami said that it was nothing so they continued knowing each other. After twenty minutes anxiety kicked Calum from nowhere so he craved for a cigarette and went outside to smoke.

Ashton took Calum’s place in the couch. “I hope they found each other outside so they could talk” he said looking to the front window.

“About?...” Cami asked him not following him. Ashton opened wide his eyes like if it was an obvious thing.

“You guys really don’t know how weird and also confused was when Calum said that in the bar” he said raising his arms behind the borders of the sofa. His bandmates just looked at him and Ashton defended his point “Guys I know, I know who is Calum and I know that I’m not saying this to be cupid. I’m just saying this so that could be left in the past or like if never happened because I never thought Calum would react like that”.

Michael frowned his lips and thinking about what his friend said that deeply he would like things be different with his best friend. “Ya know, not related to this but at some point I hope Calum changes his motto of ‘love sucks’ or ‘love is a scam’ but well…”

Focus and your dreams turn to reality So, tell me, how am I ever gonna find love in you? If I do not even know what I want from you

Cami felt that this topic was fragile so she joked that right now she agreed with Calum.

Meanwhile, when Calum finished his cigarette he came back to the front side and took a look at the dock where he distinguished Rosie sitting at the border of it swinging her legs but moving her arms randomly when he was closer so it almost hit him.

“Shit! Calum you scared me, did I hit you?” she said scared taking off her earbuds and stopping the music.

He let her know that it wasn’t his intention to scare her and that she didn’t hit him. He kneeled down to take away her hand from her heart that was beating so fast. He sat down next to her and looked at the beautiful lake in front of them. “I thought you were just enjoying the view ya know so I wanted to make sure you were okay”.

She relaxed at that and also at the way he said and meant it, so pure. “Sorry I got lost in the music with my eyes closed practicing a choreo I have to show this monday for a class”.

She looked down at the difference of their heights, that her legs were swinging not enough to touch the clear water, the opposite was for Calum that his feet were under water even when he leaned back supporting his body with his forearms. From there, he saw her back and hair moving with the wind and she went for the same position as him and while she was adjusting herself he asked her about what kind of dance she has to present for this class.

“Do you really want to know?” she asked surprised and Calum frowned his features because why not? he didn’t have the chance to meet a dancer everyday. She laughed at how extra he is and he bit his lip casually at that statement looking in another direction not arguing that because it is true and also it worked to appreciate her dimples before she hid them by covering with her arm when she laughs. He made a mental note that he already hated that from her for hiding her smile. She was telling him about the dance that it was a jazz choreo with a lot of songs involved that tried to explain a story.

“That movie is amazing and it has a varied soundtrack, so you choose that because jazz is your favorite or because it is a jazz class?” he asked.

“Oh don’t get me wrong, I love jazz and almost every kind of dance but urban dance it’s my passion for sure... it’s for jazz class this monday, then tuesday I have to present too for dance history and wednesday tango and urban dance” she answered explaining her next week’s evaluations and told him that people never ask her that because when they know she’s a dancer they conclude that it’s just ballet. She explained to Calum the urban dance, hip hop, groove, funk, locking, popping, fusions like jazz-funk, afro, dancehall, vogue, pop also, etc and how in the present all the inspiration it’s out there looking at choreos so fluid but at the same time urban.

Calum loves listening people talking with passion about things like he does with music but he knows that she is in another level and he can tell by the way her eyes shines when she is talking. He was thinking to tease her that here she was the extra one and not him but he prefered to continue listening to her.

After a couple of minutes when the conversation about dance and then about music that she asked Calum it’s getting to introduce another thing to talk, Calum took the opportunity to apologize for what he said last night.

“Don’t worry, to be honest it was something original that I’ve never been told before but trust me don’t worry” she said.

They were laying their backs in the wooden dock looking up at the sky with their hands in their stomachs continue talking about what they do.

“I’m sure that it happened to you too, ya know, when people don’t care about art” she said referring to her dance and to his music career. And he nodded and told her the stories of the beginning when nobody had faith on his band.

When Cami stood up from the couch and adjusted her locs, what she was looking from the window she could tell that things are not weird between those two anymore, so she let the guys know.

“Trust me, I can’t do it and if I tried I would fall into the lake” Calum said after a long time quiet next to Rosie just breathing the pure air and feeling the breeze strong enough to move his curls and their clothes, he stood up and Rosie did the same and the height difference is notorious, even more when they were this close that Rosie placed her hands on Calum’s forearms for support and apologizing for that. Calum had his curls were now all over his forehead and he blew them to come back to their place which made her laugh.

“This is totally out of my sober comfort zone but I’m always down for challenges” he said a little bit nervous because he is aware about his moves.

“I’m not going to forget that I have to teach you how to play bass” he said. They asked each other if they know how to dance or play bass and made a deal.

She added that he needs to ‘mover y soltar el esqueleto’, and he laughed how she said it with attitude and moving her hips gracily.

“Ya’ know what they said about dancers so you can thank me later” she winked at him but he frowned his eyebrows because he had no clue what people said about dancers and Rosie laughed that he didn't know about it so she left him with doubt.

His last excuse was that maybe she should not teach him how to dance because he is too tall so maybe that affects but she gave him a glare like ‘stop’. “Yeah I’m going to do it so I have a reason to see you again, I mean, you and Cami again. I don’t know when but deal is a deal” he said and she closed the deal saying that it was a honor to do business with him.

Calum wasn't the only who felt that he and his bandmates needed a day like this, good people, a beautiful place, no media, no drama and to be honest not the things you found when you are an artist, like paps, alcohol, pills, drugs, groupies, etc. Just being him a normal person and even when last night he thought that this trip was a childish idea but it was necessary.

Cami appeared out of nowhere with the guys to join them in the dock and Michael mentioned to the guys that they all lose the bet because Calum wasn't lost in the woods.

“We were ya’ know just talking, well at the beginning I was dancing and…” Rosie said when her best friend interrupted her.

“They called you?!” Cami got closer excited and Rosie laughed and nodded. Then Cami stood in a piece of wood to gain height and imitate like in the ceremonies to catch attention with a false glass and fork.

“Tonight we are going to forget about failed relationships like mine and also to celebrate that Rosie now knows where she is going to do the exchange for a trimester” she hugged her friend and the boys joined the group hug while they congratulate her and ask her for more details.

That is why Rosie was in the dock for so long before Calum came. Carol, her academic director called her giving the news and confirming the city. She was and still, to be honest, a mess, when she finished the call the anxiety kicked but at the same time she was beyond thankful and started to think about the things that this exchange to England it is going to bring.

Ashton had a brilliant idea to celebrate this big new and from nowhere Michael threw Luke into the water and he said laughing “Oh it wasn’t Luke you were talking about?” acting like he had no idea and then Rosie was pointing at Calum “Don’t you even dare Calum” and he challenged her “What if I dare?” raising his eyebrows and a teasing smile and before she could answer he lifted her from her legs and laid a hand below her butt, again the question is how he can lifts people that easily, he got closer to the dock’s edge and Rosie begged him to at least leave her phone and earphones so he left the things in the ground and when he throws her into the water in the middle of the action Luke yelled at her “his shirt!” and in less than a second she pulled him from where Luke told her. Ashton threw Cami and then he ran after Michael till he succeed.

I heard that good things don't last a while Please don't be the one to leave first They say we're way too young to get the job done Are we really too young to be havin' so much fun? 'Cause I'm not quite sure right now I don't really understand how I am ever really gonna be in love with you 'Cause I never even thought you would want me too I am gone now

The sunset was there with them while splashing water like kids and Ashton looked that from above and thought that despite the childish scene it was good to stop acting like an adult or famous and forgot for a moment of all the pressure and other things because they are in their twenties.

Luke was the first to get out the water by himself since Ashton didn’t want to help him because he knew what was going to happen if. Ashton ran to the cabin so Luke helped the rest to get out the water. Back in the cabin everyone took a shower except for Ashton who obviously wasn’t wet and had a winner face and everyone was calling him a boomer raising the middle finger and Ashton called them “childish”.

After the shower everyone was getting ready in their rooms for the night in ‘Cerebro’, while Ashton was alone in the living room he cooked something for everyone so their stomachs will not be empty for the alcohol. Everyone thanked him sitting in dining table while he disappeared for a shower and asked them to leave him a plate.

Back in the room Cami and Rosie talked about the London thing, how excited Cami was for her and let her know that everything is going to be alright. She asked her if she called her family and she did but the first to know the big new was Calum, she told him in the dock when they were sitting there. “I think this is the first time that Cami or Mario are the first person to tell something” she said adjusting her hair and looking at Calum with a smile while she swung her legs in the air nervously for the situation looking down her feet and Calum supporting his arms in the dock’s edge, he looked at her with a proud smile that made him look so cute with his eyes crinkled and told her something similar like Cami and added that she can trust him and that his sister lives there so he knows it is a good city. Cami faked being surprisedly hurt “You didn’t tell me first?” and Rosie sighed and rolled her eyes making fun of her friend. They got ready, Rosie chose the dress her friend packed secretly, it is a tight baby blue mini dress with really thin straps and it has small sparkly details plus a denim jacket so she could put her belongings and a pair of black vans. And Cami chose a sleeveless black romper and black heels. The applied makeup and Rosie helped her friend with her locs.

In another hand the boys also did justice with their looks. They all were wearing black leggins and their jewelry and just Michael was wearing a really cool pair of sneakers and the rest boots. Calum wore a black plain shirt and on top an open yellow shirt, Ashton with a slightly unbuttoned blue shirt, Michael with a baggy white shirt and a black cap and Luke with a green olive unbuttoned shirt too and asked Rosie if she can applies him that eyeshadow she was wearing and after that they were ready to go.

They went there by walking because ‘Cerebro’ is located in a street of the city center. The weather was perfect, less heat than the rest of the day and you can hear the crickets joining other peaceful sounds of the nature, it was so relaxing before the storm that the club is going to bring.

Getting closer you can hear the music vibrating in the ground. The girls greeted the guard that knows them very well and didn’t need to ask in which list their names were.

Once inside, the girls feel at home since the parties moved to this place but before when they were in high school the parties were at Cami’s cabin when her parents were away and no one knew that the cabin was full of people till one day, the graduation day, the chaos was too much that the neighbors called the police. On another hand, the boys were amazed by the place even when it is just a dance club but the energy was immediately contagious with the people dancing losing themselves in the music. The girls greeted some friends that were waiting for them, Dominique, Kevin and Gigi.

Dominique, is a Rosie’s friend, they met in a the previous Rosie college but Dominique studies botanist. She is tall, has tanned skin, short hair with a dyed streak and the color changes every month, it is like her signature. She's bisexual. She wears glasses. Even when she isn't a good dancer she doesn’t care, she is always down to spend time with her friends and have fun. She is the only one of this trio who speaks english.

Kevin, is friend of both girls but mostly Rosie because they are best friends since primary school. He is tall like the guys because all of his life he’s been practicing athletics. He has tanned skin, big brown eyes, he has a buzz cut, he has lots of moles on his face. He is studying engineering and is the most carefree and cool person you could met and is also a nerd and he doesn’t deny it when Rosie jokes about his love for chess and video games.

Gigi, is friend of both girls since primary school too. She is thin, has long red dyed hair and small eyes and her eyes look even smaller because she barely wears her glasses. She is the most versatile person you could met. She is a tattoo artist, she studies architecture, she likes to dance, hairstyling, and last but not least she is the dj of the club so she is not there with the group, yet. Told you, most versatile person you could met.

They greeted the boys, Dominique commented Rosie that Michael is prettier in person. They walked to the other side of the room while the girls told the boys more about the club about the different three floors it has, a couple of people recognized the boys.

The principal floor is set with blue lights and the music is varied, Gigi is in charge of it so she likes to play from reggaeton, always putting first latin urban music, to today’s hits including the slow ones in the charts. The bar is next to the door they entered, the dj set is on a lift high level platform so you have to climb the stairs to reach the dj, this platform has a panoramic view and every floor has this platform so the dance floor has more space in the room.

The basement is set with neon lights related to the tech music so the clothes could be reflected.

The second floor is set with green and yellow lights because the dj plays afro, dancehall and caribbean music. It is the most aired floor so people sometimes go to smoke or take a breath from dancing.

When everyone drank the first tequila shot of the night, the night started to bring crazy memories.

I'm in love with the thought of you

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loljulie · 5 years ago

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flicker; {010} finally free

(what do you mean i can’t update a fanfic that’s over a year old?? yeah, so, i wasn’t rlly planning on this, but i had the idea when i first wrote the original fic and somehow got an inspiration for it. also, the first part of this chapter is from a year ago, so hopefully you can see improvement as it progresses. anyway, i decided to still keep the taglist because,, idk, why not? and in case it wasn’t obvious, this is the official finale, and everything written here is original content so i had to make up a lot of stuff for post-uprising political stuffs. i hope y’all like it!)

genre: detroit: become human

deviant!connor x reader

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You leaned back into your snug couch, your eyes closed as you let your muscles relax against the cushions. Spending the night in a hospital bed had made you miss the comfort of not just your soft couch, but everything else in your home, as well.

“Up,” Connor commanded, causing you to open your eyes. He was fluffing one of your throw pillows on the coffee table in front of your injured leg. Without question, you did as you were told and rested your leg on the pillow.

The two of you had just gotten dropped off by Hank, who made you and Connor promise to call if you needed anything. While Hank went back to the station to work, Connor had taken some time off to help you recover.

“Whenever you’re resting, try to keep it elevated,” he said to you as he took a seat beside you. “Are you in any pain?”

You chuckled softly at his question. It was only the 5th time he had asked you since you woke up earlier that day.

“No, Connor,” you reassured with a small smile. “The painkillers they gave me are really good.”

Suddenly, Connor blinked several times. “I placed an order for the prescription painkillers your doctor gave me. I’ll see if Hank can pick it up after work.”

“Would you like anything? Tea? Water?” Connor’s next question came so abruptly that you didn’t have time to comment on anything else. “Are you cold? Would you like a blanket?”

Instead of answering, you shifted your body toward him and placed your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to meet your gaze. You could see the concern and worry in his brown eyes and furrowed eyebrows. You pulled his face to yours and engulfed him in a kiss.

It was the first kiss you had shared with him since he left your apartment. That night - only a few days prior - seemed like ages ago, and this kiss was long overdue. Though he was hesitant at first, due to your injured state, Connor eventually wrapped his arms around you and moved closer to you.

There was something raw in this kiss that was difficult to describe. The last kiss you had was filled with so much uncertainty and worry, and now all of those anxieties could finally be released. It was a catharsis that neither of you had ever experienced before, and one you desperately needed.

When you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, not wanting to break away from the intimate moment just yet. Connor closed his eyes at the gesture. You noticed his clenched jaw, and knew something was wrong with him.

“Connor,” you whispered, causing him to slowly open his eyes. “I know you want to help me, but I’m fine. I promise. All I want to do is rest. ”

He pulled his forehead away, but then gripped your hands in his lap tightly.

“I understand. I’m sorry if I came on too strong,” he replied. You squeezed his hand, and felt him rub his thumb gently into the back of your hand.

“You can tell me if there’s anything wrong,” you said softly.

“It’s just - ,” Connor started, then stopped himself. He gripped your hand tighter, as if needing the comfort of your touch before being able to continue. “I was so worried when I heard what happened and I-I didn’t know what condition you were in and-”

“I...I kept thinking that the last time I saw you, I didn’t even tell you that I loved you.” You took a deep breath as you remembered the day you were shot. You just then realized that you had told him you loved him before he left for Jericho, but not the last time you saw him. “If something bad happened- if you had-”

Connor stopped, but in his silence you knew the word he couldn’t say. It was your turn to absentmindedly rub your thumb over the back of his hand, silently expressing comfort.

“It wouldn’t have been worth it,” Connor continued flatly. You raised an eyebrow, and he seemed to understand your confusion at what ‘it’ meant, and went on. “The uprising, the protesting. Nothing would’ve been worth it if you died. I’d deactivate myself.”

Your stomach tightened at his words, rousing you to speak up. “Connor, don’t-”

“It’s the truth,” he cut you off, his voice strained with sadness. He looked at you intently. “You’re the reason I deviated. I wouldn’t need - or want - anything to do with this life if you’re not in it.”

Your eyes widened at his sentiment.

“So... I’m sorry if I get lost in taking care of you during your recovery,” he went on, “I just… I can’t lose you, and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure I don’t.”

You let his statement process in your mind for a few moments. While you knew you would need some help for the first couple of weeks during the recovery, you were worried that you would take him away from the civic duties he’d undoubtedly been piled with ever since the uprising ended. As you looked at his concerned expression, however, you knew that for that moment, he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

So, as a gesture of approval, you leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek. His tense shoulders relaxed at your touch.

“Okay, then the first thing you can do is help me to my bed so I can take a nap.”

Naps were what took up most of your time during the first two weeks of your recovery. If you weren’t at physical therapy, the painkillers you were prescribed in the early days were so strong that they kept you in a perpetual slumber.

Some days, Hank would stop by and eat dinner with you and Connor. You’d ask endlessly about what was going on in the station, and he’d in turn pester you about your health. Connor mediated occasionally, but for the most part he enjoyed seeing the two of you banter and converse. It felt normal again.

As time went on, your therapy appointments showed more progress and you began to regain more mobility of your leg. Soon enough, the pain became minimal and much of your energy had returned. Instead of following the at-home physical therapy routines, Connor would walk with you around the block.

Occasionally, the two of you would go out for a couple of hours a day. Connor would insist they were for your leg, but you had a feeling he enjoyed having lunch out at a restaurant or walking around the park with you. Now that the two of you could be public with your relationship, you began to think of those day outs as dates.

Eventually, months passed, and you were cleared to return back to work. As soon as you were essentially injury free, Connor practically immersed himself in legislative work at the capital. You saw less and less of each other - first, he’d spend weekends away at negotiations and meetings; then, he’d be gone for weeks at a time.

You couldn’t fault him for it; he was working tirelessly to ensure civil liberties for all androids, and you knew he was passionate about fighting for them. It did, however, take a toll on you, and you noticed it the most when you’d sit in your empty apartment most nights.

So, when you - and Hank, you later found out - received an ornate invitation to a gala in D.C., you jumped at the chance to accept, knowing that it meant finally being able to see Connor again after weeks of only video contact. He had been away for much longer this time, and while he couldn’t disclose all the details to you, he giddily hinted that it was one of the more major acts he was working on.

The gala was to celebrate the anniversary of the uprising and the various legislations that have been passed since then. You knew of them all, of course; and you knew that this night was more of a pat-on-the-back the government was giving itself for their cooperation with androids.

While the importance of the night wasn’t lost on you, the fact that the gala meant seeing Connor after weeks of separation weighed more heavily in your thoughts.

“This damn tie is all messed up again,” Hank’s gruff voice interrupted your moment of reflection. You lifted your head from the window of the car and shifted to be closer to your backseat companion.

“If you stopped fidgeting with it, it wouldn’t be messed up,” you quipped as your fingers adjusted the navy blue tie Hank wore. He grunted before responding.

“I’m not comfortable in these things,” he replied, gesturing to his black suit. “If it were up to me, I’d be here in jeans and a comfy shirt.”

You chuckled at your partner. You’d endured his complaints and whines for the last week leading up to tonight. When you raided his home for suitable black-tie attire, and found none whatsoever, you had to all but drag him to the nearest clothing store to find an appropriate outfit for him.

“It’s one night,” you reminded him, just as you had whenever his complaints met your ears. “And then you’ll be back to your gruffy jacket and decades-old jeans.”

“One night,” he repeated, glancing down at his now-fixed tie and nodding to you.

Soon, the car pulled to a stop outside the civic center where the gala would take place. Night had already fallen on D.C., but it only served to make the exterior of the center seem all that much grander. The building itself was mostly grey concrete; but the large glass windows that made up most of its front was breathtaking to say the least. Lights adorned the walkway to the entrance, and from what you could see, they continued inside.

“Ready?” Hank asked you, holding his elbow out to you. With a nod, you slid your arm into his, and the two of you began walking toward the entrance. “The sooner we get to that open bar, the better.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but said nothing. The open bar was on the list of reasons you gave to Hank to persuade him to attend with you, along with disappointing Connor by not showing up.

Under your grey, long coat, your navy blue gown flowed around you as you continued to walk to the entrance. Hank was adamant that the only splash of color he’d wear would be the same as his tie, and you wanted to coordinate your outfits as best as you could. The sleeves of your dress were off-the-shoulder, and as you walked, the high slit on one side of your dress allowed one of your legs to show.

You may have been showing off a little bit, but you couldn’t remember the last time you had an excuse to dress up so nicely for something. You also wanted to look as good as possible for your long-awaited reunion with Connor, and it wouldn’t hurt if he couldn’t take his eyes off of you for the whole night.

The room you entered was little more than a wide hallway. A counter nearby was in the midst of collecting larger coats. As it was the midst of November, many guests were taking advantage of the complimentary coat-check, shedding their warm layers to reveal expensive jewelry and designer wardrobes. It was clear just how high caliber this event was; you doubted anybody here, aside from invited guests, was anybody but a politician or high-ranking government official.

Hank shifted and you felt his hands around your shoulders, gently guiding your outer coat off. He had already removed his own black coat, and he draped both of them over one of his arms.

“I’ll go check these in. Don’t stray too far.”

You nodded your thanks to him, but kept your eyes scanning through the crowd of people. A large part of you knew Connor - one of the more important people in the gala tonight - would already be further inside the ballroom, mingling with guests. Still, it didn’t stop you from searching with bated breath and a quickened heart rate.

You barely registered Hank until he was back at your side. Noticing your distraction, he nudged your shoulder with his own.

“He won’t be out here, ya know.”

You nodded, and wrapped your arm around his again. Without his outer coat on, his full suit was visible; black jacket, black pants, and of course, his navy blue tie, still in the immaculate position you had left it in. Under the more visible lighting of the hallway, you could more easily see the fruits of your labor when it came to his hair, as well. He wouldn’t let you do anything too “ridiculous” to it, but he allowed you to style it mostly back and out of his face with the most minimal amount of mousse.

Your heels clacked along the polished floors while you glanced at every passing face in vain. All you were met with were various looks thrown your way, ranging from curiosity to thinly veiled disgust. It didn’t take much to realize you weren’t the typical crowd these guests were used to, but the occasional stranger managed to give you a smile or a friendly nod.

Hank must’ve noticed as well, for right as you entered the threshold into the ballroom, he leaned closer to you. “I already need a drink.”

The room you entered was massive, to say the least, and the crowd of people it currently housed managed to fill up most of the available space. Tables were spread across the space, though barely any guests made use of the free seating. Many were scattered throughout the room, coupled off in pairs or in larger group circles. Even with the added height your heels gave you, it was impossible to look over the crowd or even into it to continue your search.

You let Hank guide you to the bar, where some guests gathered around the standing circular tables with drinks in hand. Clearly, Hank wasn’t the only one with the idea to start the night off with a bit of a boost. You noticed workers carrying around platters of bite-sized foods maneuvered between groups, and made a mental note of which items looked the most appetizing for later.

“You need one, too; it’ll help with your nerves,” Hank remarked as he gave you one fleeting glance when you reached the bar.

You let out a slight scoff while Hank ordered for the both of you. “I’m not nervous.”

“No, no, of course not,” Hank replied, his tone higher and carrying a playful hint to it, “Why would you be?”

“Exactly,” you agreed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Except for, you know, the fact that you haven’t seen him in almost a month,” Hank paused to receive the two glasses from the bartender before continuing. “And, he clearly has some fancy friends now.”

Your arms dropped from your chest as you looked over to Hank. Your eyebrows furrowed just slightly, and the corner of your lips tugged downward. You had tried your best to keep those thoughts away, but you couldn’t deny that they twisted your insides when Hank spoke them aloud.

“I can read you like a book,” Hank brought the extra drink forward to you. “And you have nothing to worry about. But, you still will, so here.”

You took the drink from his hand and took a deep sip. Once the dark liquid hit your tongue, you easily identified it as a mixture of alcohol and soda. It was a gentler taste than had it been a whiskey alone, which you spotted Hank drinking himself.

After knowing Hank for so long, it didn’t surprise you that he could identify your thoughts before even you could. And, while the drink helped quell your nerves a bit, its effects were nothing compared to the reassurance from your long-time partner.

“I should know better by now,” you quipped, holding your glass out to Hank. You both had already taken your own sips, but nevertheless, greeted your glasses together with a clink. “Cheers.”

You both took another sip each. Hank let out a sigh after giving his alcohol a chance to warm his throat. “Not bad; this whiskey is probably the only good thing I’ll enjoy here.”

”Oh, really?,” you began sarcastically, and nodded your head to one of the waiters, “I was sure vegan finger foods were your absolute favorites.”

When Hank chuckled at your obvious joke, you mirrored him briefly before taking another sip from your glass and letting your eyes wander the crowd for a split second.

A split second was all you needed to spot him.

It must’ve been the way the crowd had shifted at that moment; a waiter had just ducked between two larger groups, revealing just enough space for you to spot Connor in the middle of a big group himself. Well-dressed men and women alike were listening intently to something he was saying, nodding along with eagerness plastered on their faces.

You thought you wouldn’t be able to get his attention before the crowd shifted again, but you were wrong. He broke eye contact with one of his group’s members and, in a passing glance, found your gaze. Your heart stopped for a brief moment when your eyes met - and it felt like you were seeing him for the first time all over again.

There was something different about him. He wore a fitted black suit that clung to his body in a different way than his usual uniform did. Under his jacket was a plain white button up, and a silver tie. It wasn’t just his attire, though, it was something else, too. The way he held himself while he spoke to the others, the confidence he exuded, was palpable even from your distance.

He continued to keep eye contact, and all you could think to do was quirk an eyebrow at him over your glass, still pressed to your lips. A shadow of a smile - no, a smirk? - crossed his lips, and you watched as his gaze flittered up and down your ensemble for just a moment.

Oh, he had definitely noticed how well your gown looked. Especially when you were leaned against the bar, allowing the open slit in your dress to reveal your bare leg.

He had been quiet for some time now, and you could tell someone near him started to speak in his lull. As he was brought back to his suddenly trifling conversation, you saw him wet his lips just slightly before meeting your eyes for one last moment.

You’d only been gone from each other for a month, but it felt like more than that. Before this latest trip, your time together was sparse, too. What precious time you did have together was usually overshadowed by a phone call or text he had to respond to. Not to mention your own job at the station pulling you away from your home every chance you got. This last year was hard for both of you, and now that this gala was here to mark the various legislations passed, it meant Connor would finally have more free time on his hands. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t think about where that left the two of you; and if things would be the same.

And now seeing the energy he radiates you realize that things have changed a bit - but for the better. There’s something different in how he holds himself, that’s for sure. It made you all the more intrigued and restless to talk to him; see how he is when there isn’t deadline after deadline on his plate and he’s able to relax as his new self.

He clearly is, however, just as infatuated with you as before, if the look he gave you was any indication. It had been a while since any of that took place, and you silently thanked yourself for having the foresight to book you and Hank separate hotel rooms for the evening.

Just as quickly as it happened before, a waiter passed by, some groups shifted, and Connor was lost in the sea of conversations.

Luckily for you, one of the coordinators went on stage, and announced that the live band they had for the evening would begin their set. Guests were encouraged to dance, of course, which meant the floor where most were currently talking would become exclusive for those who would dance.

As the crowd dispersed, the jazz band already set up on stage began to start their set. Slowly, pairs started to fill up the dance floor once again.

You looked over to Hank. “Would you like to dance?”

“That’s funnier than the last one,” he replied, then took another sip of his drink. “Dancing was not why I agreed to come.”

“One dance won’t kill you,” You had already set your drink back down on the bar, and leaned over to grab Hank’s drink from his hand. He gave you a disgruntled look, but did nothing to stop you as you placed his glass next to yours.

You led him to the dance floor, and settled into a free space amongst the dancing pairs. The music was cheery and light, meaning you could adopt a more casual form with your partner. One of your arms wrapped loosely around his shoulder, while his came to rest on your back. Both of your free hands were clasped together as you swayed to the music.

Hank was stiff and guarded in his moves at first; a byproduct of his forced attire and the company he was surrounded by for the night. Yet, as you led him through the motions, he seemed to ease up.

It was an odd thing, really, to see Hank ever relax in your presence. Work at the station was always stressful, and even during the occasional meals you shared outside of work, there was a certain weight he carried on his shoulders that made you wonder if he ever relieved his tension aside from the obvious alcoholic solutions. Your concern for his health was always a constant stressor ever since you first got to know him, and his lack thereof frustrated you to no end.

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you; one that could only be shared between long-term friends who didn’t need words to express themselves. You knew Hank wasn’t truly relaxed, but you could tell from your grip around his shoulders that he was allowing himself to try. Even if it was just to appease you for the night, his actions brought a genuine smile to his face.

“I’m proud of you, you know.” His voice stopped your movements; instead of leading the both of you around the dancefloor, you paused and looked into his eyes.

“For what?” You managed, the smile still on your lips, as if waiting for a punchline or quip.

“Everything. From your police work to risking your life to help Connor and the rest of the droids, and everything in between. You’ve done a lot, kid. And I’m proud of you for it.”

You shook your head lightly, an attempt to brush off his praise. “You’re selling yourself short, Hank. You helped me with a lot of that.”

“Maybe so,” he nodded, smiling briefly. “But you still did it yourself. And you’ve stuck around to help an old man like me for longer than you needed to, and for that, I have to thank you.”

Your eyes began to sting with the threat of tears. Hank had expressed his thanks to you in his actions before; good performance reviews to your higher ups, free meals, and the occasional back-handed compliment, but he had never explicitly said such kind words to you.

You would’ve made a clever comeback, but you found your throat was too tight to try to speak. So, instead, you dropped your hand from his and wrapped it around the other side of his shoulders, embracing Hank in a hug, the dance long forgotten. Tears still threatened to leave your eyes, so you held them back by closing them altogether and buried your face into Hank’s suit jacket.

You weren’t sure how long you had stood there, but when you heard the coordinated shuffling of couples going off the dance floor and new ones onto it, you realized the song had ended and Hank’s favor had been completed - even if it was a little less than one dance.

Hank pulled away from you, but left a hand on your shoulder. You waited for him to say something, eyeing his face intently, but noticed his eyes focus on something behind you. Before you could get a chance to turn around, your partner finally spoke up.

“Looks like we’ve got company,” He gave you a knowing smile, and nodded to the spot behind you. As you turned around, you heard a fleeting statement from your partner. “I’ll be at the bar if you need me.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest when you saw him up close. He was just as breathtaking as he was when you spotted him across the room, but the fact that he was closer to you now made your knees weak and your stomach twist in excitement. Maybe a month apart wasn’t so long to some; it wasn’t really to you, either, but the distance between you two from his political work had lasted longer than a mere 4 weeks. This night marked a return to what you hoped was a normal life with Connor, but you wouldn’t let the time you were forced to spend apart go completely.

“Hello, stranger,” you spoke, accompanied with a light laugh that was music to Connor’s ears.

“Hello,” he greeted, his mouth twisting into a smile at the sight of you. With your new proximity, he could fully appreciate the ensemble you had put together for this night, and he loved every inch of it. He decided to play along with your teasing sentiment; it may have been selfish, but there was something pleasing in the notion that, just for a moment, he could pretend to be a complete stranger to you, and still get picked in a room of a hundred others. “I’m Connor.”

An eyebrow quirked on your amused face, already speaking the question before you did. “Just Connor?”

You had heard his old introduction countless times and, naturally, it would make sense that he wouldn’t refer to himself like he used to anymore. He was different now; much different from the man who helped sparked the revolution all those months ago. Gradual changes you missed during the past year seemed to culminate into the man standing before you know; different in stature and poise but still the same person who deviated because of his love for you.

A nod. “Just Connor. And you are?”

You gave him your first name, and he repeated it back to you slowly as if hearing it for the first time. The way his lips smiled around your name caused another flutter in your chest.

“- would you like to dance?” His hand stretched out toward you. You gently placed your hand in his.

“I’d love to.”

Your position was similar to your dance with Hank, although Connor’s hand was placed lower on your back. Due to your brief conversation, the song had already started, though it was slower in nature than the previous one and therefore easier to settle into.

“I didn’t know if I’d get a shot alone with you tonight,” you admitted while you swayed to the music. “You seemed quite popular earlier.”

Connor chuckled. “I’d much rather be in your company than any of the other people in here.”

You raised an eyebrow at him again. “Strong words for a woman you hardly know.”

“Maybe so,” Connor leaned in, his lips just inches from your ear. Your breath hitched. You couldn’t tell if your heart was beating faster or if it had stopped altogether. “But, after I saw you earlier, I couldn’t keep my mind off of you.”

He pulled away, and you could’ve sworn he was gauging your reaction as you did so. The shock must’ve been apparent on your face, because he continued without giving you a moment to form a response.

“Although, I’m surprised someone as beautiful as yourself didn’t already have a date.”

“I-I do,” you fumbled over your words and cursed yourself for it. How were you so nervous? “I mean, I came here with my work partner. As friends.”

You knew Connor knew that already, so you weren’t sure why you suddenly had to express it. Something about Connor’s ability to pretend he had no clue who you were, but still charm you like he desperately wanted you, flustered you to no end.

He was enjoying all of it; the chance to flirt with you, to win you all over again, as a new version of himself was an opportunity he’d regret not taking. Of course, seeing you so clearly affected by his advances was a bonus, and it was somehow all the more rewarding to know you were still his under it all.

“A friend?” He hummed, taking an opportunity during your movements to pull you slightly closer to him. “Nothing I should be worried about?”

“No, no,” you shook your head, possibly too eagerly. “He’s like a father to me; he’s also grumpy, hates almost everything except alcohol, and my partner at work.”

“Sounds like he’d be hard to get along with.”

You chuckled at that, and saw Connor’s own smile peek through. Though he hadn’t seen your first interactions with Hank, he would be correct in guessing he wasn’t all too happy getting assigned to work with you in the early days, either. Babysitting was what he referred to it as, if you could recall correctly. It was similar to how Connor and almost every single person was treated by Hank.

Sharing such a reference could break the illusion of unfamiliarity the two of you had just created, but somehow it added a new layer of enjoyment to the whole situation. Being able to find humor and recognition in a statement that, discussed between two strangers, could mean nothing but a passing comment was satisfying. It reiterated the simple fact that, despite whatever it was you were partaking in, you were still each other’s at the end of it all.

You leaned in closer to Connor, nearly hugging him entirely. Your already leisurely-paced dance movements slowed even more with your new position. You rested the side of your face against his chest and closed your eyes as you breathed in his cologne.

“I missed you,” a content sigh escaped your lips as you spoke. Connor’s grip around you tightened; a gesture to reassure you that he was here, now, and that he had missed you just as much as he had missed you.

“You do look beautiful tonight,” he murmured in a voice only loud enough for the two of you to hear. You smiled then, a gesture he couldn’t see from how your head was rested on his chest. “I still can’t believe I’m lucky enough to call you mine.”

You wondered for a brief moment if “luck” was what you’d really call it. Was it luck that assigned his specific model to be Hank’s partner? Was it luck that you had taken an interest in the deviancy to begin with, giving you the perfect excuse for the two of you to meet outside of work? Was it luck that you even began working at that police station in the first place, all those years ago? Something told you that luck had little to do with it; that, somehow, your love story was one that was fated from the very beginning - that you were meant to be the flicker that sparked the deviancy in Connor, and in turn, helped the android uprising.

Maybe that was wishful thinking; maybe, in reality, your love story was one of chance - of every single possibility in the universe bending and twisting in an impossible way to create the circumstances of your relationship. There was no higher power guiding you two to each other; rather, you had found each other in the organized chaos that was life - accidentally, but with purpose.

Maybe your relationship was unlikely to happen in the first place and it miraculously did against all odds, or maybe your fate was written and sealed in the stars themselves. You weren’t sure which you preferred; you only knew that you were thankful for whatever it was that brought you here, in this moment, embraced by the man that you’ve loved for over a year.

You pulled away a bit, rousing yourself from your thoughts to instead look up at the man who so consumed them. From your periphery, however, you noticed a shock of blue hair to your right. Without even realizing it, you turned your head to get a better view of the familiar sight.

They looked different than they did on that rainy night outside of Eden Club when you last saw them. You could still differentiate between the two Traci models by their hair; one electric blue and the other a soft brown. The former was dressed in an elegant, slim silver dress while the latter wore a vibrant blue, flowy gown.

The brown-haired Traci had her head pressed against her partner’s chest, eyes closed as the two of them drifted together to the tune of the music with soft smiles on their faces.You noticed some other guests glance their way often; but if the two noticed it at all, they paid no attention to it. After being on display for most of their entire existence, the looks they got tonight were trivial when they knew they were finally living the life they so desperately craved a year ago.

“I invited them,” Connor’s voice caused you to tear your gaze from the couple. You must’ve been watching for longer than you realized, if he had the time to notice and give an explanation. “They’re going to finalize their re-birth registration soon, and be given new names they choose.”

The re-birth registration was the biggest project Connor spoke about to you. It had taken months to formulate, and even at its debut, there was a limited amount of androids that would be allowed to register. It essentially gave all androids the chance to create their “birth” registrations to be officially recognized as citizens. While all androids still have the emergency rights given to them from the uprising, this act was the first step in making those temporary powers more permanent.

You nodded slowly, and took one last look at the Traci’s. You’d most likely never see them again, and you wanted to remember the two androids - who taught you more about love than you realized - in the way they wanted to be remembered: together, in love, and happy.

“And what about you?” You asked, looking back at Connor. “Any thoughts on a new name?”

He gave a light laugh before answering. “I think I’ll stay with ‘Connor’.”

If he’s being honest, he fell in love with the way you spoke his name and it didn’t make sense to change it. Maybe he should’ve admitted that to you, and maybe one day in the future he will, but instead he was content with your bright smile that he felt no explanation was needed.

“I do get to pick my birth date, though.”

“Yeah?” You asked, your eyebrow arching to reflect your peaked curiosity. “What date did you have in mind?”

“11/05.”

Though it had been a year, you’d never forget that date. It was the day you first met Connor, and the night Connor had come by to your apartment, asked for your notes on the investigation, and left you confused and guilt-ridden from the kiss you shared. Your first ever kiss, and as accidental as it may have been, you couldn’t deny that it’s when everything started.

You must’ve worn a shocked expression, for Connor continued with an explanation.

“I think that’s when I felt like I really started living instead of existing. Even if I tried to deny it afterwards - I know that’s when it all started to change for me… It seems right to make it my birth date.”

You kissed him then. It was the first kiss you’d had in a month, and to be honest, you were surprised you could hold the urge back as long as you did. The feeling of his lips were soft on yours, yet held an underlying force that let you know he craved more of you than would be appropriate at a public function. His hands slowly drifted to your waist as the kiss lingered, while yours snaked their way around his neck. Both of you did your best to keep your longing kiss proper; but when he coyly nibbled at your bottom lip and caused a light moan to sound from your throat, you knew that task would be impossible.

You pulled apart, nearly breathless. He looked at you, eyes alert and filled with a desire that made your knees weak.

“Looks like I already missed your first birthday.” Your attempt at grounding your thoughts and bringing back some form of cohesive conversation fell short when he leaned closer to your ear. You already felt your composure crumble before he even spoke.

“It’s alright; you’ll make it up to me later.”

You most certainly did.

#detroit: become human fanfic #detroit: become human #detroit: become human fanfiction #connor x reader #rk800 x reader #detroit: bh fanfic #detroit: bh fanfiction #flickerfanfic

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spellbound-banshee · 5 years ago

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See You In 5 (Part 3) - Elliot Alderson

Summary: You and Elliot have been hanging out for a while now, but what happens when you need a little help from him?

Warnings: none really, just fluff

Pairing: Elliot Alderson x Reader

A/N: there’s quite a big time skip but just pretend you and Elliot have had lots of small talk together, i’ll explain below

Finally. Elliot thinks as he clocks out for work, quickly picking up his bag and giving one last friendly wave goodbye. Lunch wasn’t super often between you two, now that you were “needed” more by the boss your lunch breaks were cut shorter and shorter. But yesterday, yesterday was different.

“Hey.” The exclamation took him by surprise. It seemed stressed, like it just needed to get away for a while; his consciousness felt the same.

He turned to meet your eyes, being as though you hadn’t spoken in a bit he was surprised by your sudden greeting. “Hey.”

“Wanna get out of here?” With two quick glances to the side, he barely hesitated before grabbing his jacket and hopping towards the elevators. It was the same as before, you making most of the conversation and he gave you his jacket as you were walking. But something was off. Today you seemed just a bit quieter than normal, and he noticed.

You absentmindedly played with the ring of your water cup, the ice gradually melting and transferring as a wet ring around it. Your face was aimed at the floor, blinking methodically as your eyes seemed to count the dust mites on the ground. “Hey,” Elliot leaned forward, growing concerned, “what are you thinking about?”

You looked up at his soft voice, typically he didn’t talk too much if you were together, but this was a surprise. “I...” You weren’t sure what to say, there was so much on your mind yet so little to say. “I just really hate this boss, man.” The words you spoke were casual, but Elliot felt a hidden meaning behind them.

Elliot shook off the memory, he needed to get home quickly so he could contact Darlene about the next phase of their plan. He knew she’d be waiting for his call or response, his phone had been off all day. Swiftly, he put on his hoodie and pulled up the hood, feeling a little foolish wearing it over a work shirt but it was freezing outside and he didn’t want to be recognizable to the potential co-worker on the street.

He walked by the E-Corp logo and the little circle in the middle of the outside workplace, noticing how his shoes sunk into the imperfections in the metal. There was a bench right next to the circle, he would always graze his fingers across the chipped wood. It felt like he was making his mark and one day, he would burn this monopoly to the ground. And they’d still be looking for the fingerprints.

As he approached the usually empty bench, he noticed there was a body lying across it. Normally he would brush it off and touch it anyway, but there was something unusual about this body. Not the fact that it was lying straight across the bench, but the fact that the high heeled shoes hung off the end of it, legs exposed even though it was below freezing. Wait.

“(Y/n)?” He asked, his voice raising a bit higher in panic. Sure enough, your head popped up, and even though the circle was dimly lit and the sky was black, he could see your face. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, you expected everybody had gone home already so you wouldn’t have to see anyone you knew.

“Elliot?” Your voice paralleled his surprise, and you tried to laugh off the initial embarrassment. “Hi...” Your voice trailed off, not really knowing how to cover up the fact that you were literally sleeping on a bench in your work clothes.

“What are you doing here?” He came off more crass than he intended - almost as if you were sleeping on his turf - but you’d already messed with his head enough to make him fall out of his planned path.

“Well uh...” You decided coming up with an excuse was stupid - you were a shit liar - and Elliot was pretty smart from what you’d deduced so it wouldn’t work on multiple levels. “E-Coin messed up everyone’s shit so the public transportation is unavailable until the brown-outs stop. My apartment is quite a long way so I decided I should... stay... on this bench.” It was downright embarrassing, but then again, where else would you go? You had no friends in the city and your place was too far to walk. You’d just spray yourself with some perfume in the morning and pretend like nothing happened.

Elliot was at a loss for words, someone as beautiful as you didn’t have a partner’s place to stay? Or friends you could call? “That sucks.” Was all he could say, but the bluntness of the phrase made you chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess it does.” You nodded your head before shrugging and laying your purse down to use as a pillow. You’d accepted your fate, there was little else you could do about it.“Well, I don’t want to keep you, I’m sure it’s a long walk to your apartment and it’s cold so I’ll see you-”

“No.” Elliot interrupted your thoughts, and you tiled your head in mild annoyance at him - you swore you’d never understand how his mind worked. “No, um... just... you could come stay with me... if you want.”

“Oh Elliot, that’s so nice, but I wouldn’t want to-”

“You wouldn’t.” Elliot seemed to read your mind, his hands still deep in his hoodie pockets. “I insist, it’s the least I could do.” He pressed, his voice still low as he anticipated your reaction - you didn’t know him super well, only the surfac-y stuff, and now he was asking you to stay at his apartment. You might get murdered, but at least it was warm - you’re assuming.

“Are you sure?” You asked for the last time, and he nodded his head. “Okay, thank you. Lead the way, El.”

He shut the door softly behind you as you walked into his small apartment. The walk there was freezing and it felt good to have some indoor air warm your body. “I don’t have people over... very often.” He said as he brushed past you to clean a couple of things off of his coffee table. You just smiled at his thought process and began to look around the apartment, your high-heeled shoes clicking across the hardwood floor. The sound was deafening, the silence and tension in the room was so thick you could almost see it - it strangled you like a weighted blanket.

He seemed to analyze your body movements and facial expressions as you took in the sights around you. Analytical, there was something less surfac-y you could think about. His apartment had minimal decoration, he had a couple of (what you assumed to be) family photos up, a small kitchen-ish area, a couch with a small tv and his bedroom with a huge monitor set up by the window. “I like your place.” You finally said, causing him to let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

You were temped to go into the “bedroom” area and further analyze the family photos, but you weren’t sure if that was inappropriate. From a distance, they looked happy, and you wondered why he never walked about them.

After he felt satisfied with the way he’d straightened up and brushed off the couch, he gestured for you to sit. Smiling warmly, you sat on the couch and found yourself sinking into it - you adjusted yourself with a small giggle and flailing arms.

“You... must be super uncomfortable.” He broke the silence with his soft voice and you tiled your head in confusion. Without another word he began to take long strides to his bedroom, then to his closet. He pulled out a pair of seemingly old sweatpants from a box and a t-shirt - stuff he wears to bed during the winter. The heater was fucked up so it wasn’t as warm as he’d like it, but he figured you were freezing after being out on that bench for god knows how long.

You smiled out of gratitude as he handed you the clothing. “Bathroom is,” he pointed behind him, “that way.” Again, you smiled and hoisted yourself up from the couch, awkwardly sauntering into the bathroom, your feet throbbing from the skinny heels.

“Do you uh... do you need anything else?” Elliot asked as he handed you a glass of water. You’d just walked out of the bathroom in his clothes and were a bit surprised by the sudden glass in your face but you gladly took it. You noticed he stripped off his hoodie but hadn’t changed out of his slacks yet, leaving him in his work shirt.

“I think you’ve done enough.” You said with a small chuckle, but continued so he wouldn’t take it the wrong way. “You’re too sweet, Elliot. This means a lot to me.” You plopped back down on the couch and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the dusty couch and dim apartment. The couch smelled faintly of weed and cheap cologne, you imagined Elliot smelled something like that.

“You cool sleeping on the couch?”

“Yeah, of course!” You confirmed, placing your water down on the table after a few big gulps and feeling yourself becoming tired. “I really can’t thank you enough, I owe you one, El.”

You noticed he smiled a bit when you said that. “El?”

“Yeah, it’s... shorter.” Once again, you were met with that coy smile and a brief nod to confirm that he liked it.

“Shit,” he whispered suddenly, “you need...” He quickly turned around and grabbed one of the un-used pillows off his bed and dragged a blanket out of his closet. Subtly, he sniffed the sheets just to make sure he wasn’t giving you dirty stuff, and you had to stifle a giggle to make him feel better.

You smiled warmly, “thank you.” He handed you the items and you got yourself comfy - it wasn’t the best couch to sleep on but you were eternally grateful that you’d be sleeping on a squeaky couch and not a wooden bench. You placed the pillow under your neck and wrapped yourself in the cover, it wasn’t itchy but it wasn’t particularly soft either.

There was a moment or two of awkward silence, you didn’t want to thank him again as you felt like 3 or 4 times was enough. You tucked yourself under the blanket and smiled, nuzzling into the cushions.

“Uh... goodnight...” He shifted uncomfortably, obviously not used to company in his house - let alone someone who liked him and didn’t try to break in. He also didn’t think either of you were in a place to be “friends” and talk until 3 in the morning.

“Yeah... goodnight.” You weren’t sure what to say back, so you just nuzzled back into the couch and pretended like you were tired enough to fall asleep right there. “Wake me up in the morning, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He nodded, wringing his hands together before turning on his heel and heading to his bed. He took one last look at you before stepping behind a wall in attempt to shield his half-nakedness - he didn’t want to sleep in his hoodie but he also didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

After he got changed, he settled into bed and stared up at the ceiling, attempting to calm his breathing. He counted the number of times he heard you shift on the couch, wondering if you were asleep or restless. He counted the number of times he forced himself to stay still in his attempt for rest, not wanting to wake you if you were a light sleeper.

He also counted the number of times he asked himself why he cared.

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azritesx3 · 5 years ago

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“A Devil’s Love” Chapter 7: Hurt You

Description: Chloe’s best friend is back, and Lucifer’s charm can’t seem to affect her either. Is she also a miracle child? Or something…more? [Story starts during S2 Ep4, Female Reader Insert]

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AN: Updated March 15, 2020 - Grammer AN: Updated July 21, 2020 - Grammar

Rating: Teen Warning[s]: Swearing

Show Timeline: Season 2 episode 14

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"Last one, I promise." You rub the pup's head and she licks your face in trust. You smile and insert the last shot into the shoulder blades, "All done!"

Treat….

The pup looks up at you happily as her owners start petting her in congratulations.

You smile back and wink. You reach into your treat jar on the counter, "What a good girl you are!" You give her the treat and another pat on the head. You look at the owners, "Her vaccines are all done! She's free to run around with other animals."

"Awesome! We can't wait to get her to the dog park!" The husband says.

"Yeah! Poor girl whines at it every time we pass by." The wife laughs and kisses her pup's nose.

"I bet. You've got a real energetic one here." You laugh and gather your paperwork, "Well hopefully I won't have to see you till next year! Have fun little one." The pup puts her paws on your shoulders and gives you a lick. The husband then puts her harness and leash back on.

Bye….nice….playtime!

You wave to the pup as the family leaves the room. You exit through the opposite door when a worker comes in to clean the room for the next patient.

That was the last one scheduled for you today, and you didn't have to stay overtime with all the veterinarians in. You head into your office and sit on your comfy leather chair. As you put the paperwork away in your desk drawer your phone chimes, informing you of a text message.

"Is it Lucifer?" Alice asks as she walks into your office to hand you some more paperwork.

You shake your head, "No. Just Chloe. There's a new case."

"Oh…"

You look up suspiciously at your business partner and close friend, "What?"

"Well, I was hoping it was him so you could stop stressing." She shrugs.

"I'm not stressing over him." You lie and by Alice's eye roll, she knows it too.

Lucifer Morningstar has been gone from LA for nearly two weeks. Everyone, even Dan, has been trying to contact him since Chloe found his penthouse laid in white sheets. Lucifer didn't reply to anyone, not even you.

You can't help but think that he's gone because of you. Maybe you got too...personal during Chloe's poison scare. It scared the hell out of you what you two almost did. Maybe it scared him too and he had to escape just like with Chloe.

Or worst case: your past has come back sooner than you intended and took him.

You shake the thought from your mind and stand from your chair, "Call me if you need me." You hang your lab coat on the door hook and pass by Alice.

She grabs your arm, "I'm sure he's ok, Earth."

You nod slightly, not looking at her, "Yeah."

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You pull up to the crime scene and park next to Chloe's car.

"Hey, Earth!" Ella smiles and waves happily at you when you join the group. Dan gives you a nod and Chloe looks at you with that same question in her eyes for the past two weeks.

You shake your head slightly at her, and like all the other days before her face flashes disappointment before returning neutral, "So, what's the case?"

"This guy's name is Ash Corrigan. Looks like he died from a blunt object to the head." Ella replies.

"Any idea on leads or murder object?"

"Not yet, but I did find this." Chloe hands you a flyer for a band. The victim appears to be the band's singer.

You and Chloe drive to the band's studio for questioning. The bandmates give you two a lead into a possible suspect: a woman named Courtney who was Ash's ex-wife and according to the female of the band, Courtney is bossy and violent. You two return to the precinct to meet up with Dan and Ella.

You half sit on Chloe's desk and drink from your bottle of water as Chloe explains what you two learned.

"That girl's name has popped up around here before." Dan says, "She's known for being abusive in her relationships."

"Alright. Earth and I will go talk to her. Do you have her address?" Chloe says.

"Yeah, here-"

"Detective!"

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline, your eyes go wide, and you painfully spin your head around to look at the staircase. You can only see the back of Chloe's head, but you imagine she has the same look.

Lucifer Morningstar happily trots down the stairs like it was a normal day, and stands in front of Chloe with a wide grin.

"Lucifer?!" Chloe is speechless.

Lucifer gives himself a grand stature with his hands, "In the flesh!" He says while still smiling. He looks to everyone in the group, "Detective Douche, Ms. Lopez, K9."

You instantly look away from him when his eyes meet yours. Unlike Ella and Dan, you give Lucifer a barely audible grunt of acknowledgment. You ignore the fact that you think you see his smile slightly dim at your response.

Fucking dick. You take a long drink of your water.

"Lucifer...what happened? Where did you go? Are you ok?" The words tumble out of Chloe and she looks him over for any damage.

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine Detective! Just needed to blow off some steam after, well, everything."

Ass. Hole. You continue to drink your water, afraid that if you stopped you'd end up strangling him. Much better, and less criminal, to slowly squeeze the bottle of its contents.

"Anyways," Lucifer claps his hands together, "I have some news!"

"What-" but Chloe's question is cut off by a high pitched voice calling for Lucifer.

That makes you look again. You hold in your gulp of water as you watch a woman walk down the stairs in very high heels and a tight short pink dress. She has wavy blonde hair with pink streaks running through. She puts an arm in the crook of Lucifer's elbow and looks up at him with big brown eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby! I know you said to wait, but I got lonely." She pouts.

"It's quite alright, darling. Well, everyone!" Lucifer pats the woman's hand, "I'd like to introduce my wife, Candy Morningstar!"

Your hand flies to your mouth as water starts to escape. Ella rubs your back as you practically choke to death, and you imagine Chloe's face resembles that of Ella and Dan's: pure shock. Candy, oblivious to everyone's reaction, holds her hand up and is squealing happily as she shows off her ring. Lucifer smiles and holds up his hand to show a matching band.

What. The. Fuck.

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"LUCIFER!"

You storm out of the elevator and yell for him. Your nostrils are flaring and your hands are balled into tight fists.

"LUCIFER!" You yell again, "GET OUT HERE!"

"Oh!" You hear a familiar squeak and look to the couch to see Candy pulling out earbuds. She's lounging on the couch, feet up on the coffee table, and high heels discarded on the floor.

Uhhh...

"You're K9, right?!" Candy expertly puts on her heels and skips over to you, "I've been so excited to meet you!" She giggles and hugs you.

Well, this feels awkward.

"Candy, darling, this is the person I said you can be yourself around." Lucifer comes from his closet and stands in his bedroom entryway, "She's the only one I'm not worried about."

"Oh, good!" You see an instant change in Candy. She seems to deflate from the perky personality and turns to a more "natural" one, "Almost thought I blew the favor there, Lucifer."

"Not quite." He winks at her.

Whaaat?

The look of complete confusion on your face makes Lucifer burst out laughing. You turn your attention to him, furious again, "What the hell is going on, Lucifer?!"

"Right right. Well," he takes the two steps down from his bedroom, "after the whole fiasco a couple of weeks ago I went to Las Vegas and met the lovely Candy who stands before you." You look at Candy and she gives you a small shrug and smiles with a wave, "I helped her out with her family business and in return, she agreed to marry me." He smiles at you like that clears everything up while he straightens his cufflinks.

"Only for a little while." Candy mentions when she sees the look on your face, "Once I'm done here tricking his family then we're getting a divorce."

"Wait wait wait." You close your eyes to process the information while shaking both your hands at them, "You," you look at Candy, "Actually got married to him-" you point at Lucifer with your focus still on her, "just to return a favor?"

"Well, my father's business means everything to me. If being married for two weeks is all it takes to save it I'd accept in a heartbeat."

"But, actually marry him?"

"Well, of course!" Lucifer buts in before Candy can respond. He walks to stand next to his piano, "Have to make it legitimate for my family who is no doubt snooping as we speak."

"Ok…" You take a breath in and out to process all this then look to him a bit more calmly, "So, you helped out Candy and as a return favor you had her marry you in order to trick your family?"

"Good job, K9!" He smiles and gives you two thumbs up.

"But-" you look at him sternly, "what does marrying Candy have to do with tricking your family? Better yet, why are you tricking them in the first place?"

"They've gotten too involved in my life." Lucifer suddenly turns serious and that makes you blink in shock at the quick mood change, "Pushing me to go in a direction that was planned. If it hasn't been obvious already, I don't let anyone push me into anything." The slight growl he had at the end of his sentence made you shiver, even though you suspect it's not aimed at you since he looked up.

"Fine, but why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Well, that would ruin Candy's-"

"No, Lucifer. That's not what I'm asking about." Your hands return to fists, "Why didn't you tell anyone you were fine?"

Lucifer stares at you, head tilted in puzzlement. Candy's wise enough to take a few steps back at the sound of your voice.

"I don't know what you mean, K9." He says sincerely, "I often disappear. Surely Maze told you that."

"You have friends now, Lucifer." You step to him, "Friends care about each other. You not contacting anyone really scared-" you freeze for a second, "...Chloe." You look away from him.

Lucifer just stares at you and it's making it hard for you to breath, "I realize that now, which is why I'm trying to fix our partnership, but," he puts a palm to the side of your face to push your eyes back to his, "I didn't mean to scare anyone. Not the Detective. Not you." His thumb caresses under your left eye and you can feel that same pull from before in the hospital.

But you're still hurt.

You step away from him, "Yeah, well you did. Better get going before you're late. That definitely won't help you win her back." You turn away from him and head for the elevator.

"K9-"

"I don't want to hear it-" You step inside the elevator when the doors open and you end up bumping into someone. "Oh!" You take a slight step back and look up, "Sorry-"

You freeze.

Charlotte Richards looks annoyed as she fixes any possible wrinkles your bump could have caused. She looks down at you, "Ah. The human who didn't blow up. Of course you'd be here."

You take an involuntary step back at the tone of her voice and the look she gave you. You didn't expect that one step to put you against Lucifer's chest. He wasn't even near you before this.

"And the woman who paid off one of K9's possible murderer's bail," Lucifer replies back with the same tone. Charlotte just stares at him, and you can't help but sink more into Lucifer at the air change in between the two.

She freaks me out.

"What are you doing here?" Lucifer asks.

"I came to see what's so special about this woman you married, and why I wasn't invited to such an important event." She steps further inside the penthouse.

"Simple: no one has control on what I do and no enemies allowed." He smiles sarcastically at her and she rolls her eyes.

"Ooh! Are you Lucifer's sister?!" Candy's facade is back on and she giddies up to Charlotte just like she did to you. She goes in for a hug but Charlotte holds her hand up.

"I'm his mother." She hisses out.

"Whaaat?! Oh my gosh! You're so beautifully young!" Candy, it now seems to you, is an expert at acting. She didn't even flinch at Charlotte's coldness.

"I have an idea!" Lucifer exclaims, "Why don't you two enjoy a shopping day together! To get to know each other!" He winks at Candy.

"I would love that! Come on, mom!" Candy pulls Charlotte into the elevator, and you can't help the smirk that appears when you see Charlotte's face.

But the smirk instantly falls when you remember who you're stuck with now, alone, "Well, suppose we'll catch the next ride then?"

You can tell he's smiling behind you, but you refuse to turn around. Instead, you walk to the elevator and wait patiently for the doors to reopen.

Lucifer sighs and walks to stand next to you, also patiently waiting.

"K9-"

"Why am I allowed to know all this?" You cut him off. Still staring at the elevator you continue, "Why am I the 'only one you're not worried about'?"

He looks at you, "Because you're-", he stops, then faces the elevator, "You're just not. That's all."

You grunt and cross your arms, "Great explanation, Lucifer."

"K9, I-"

"Why don't you tell Chloe?" You cut in again.

He doesn't answer, and that makes your blood boil.

"You're tricking her too?" You look at him with fire in your eyes.

"Not...precisely."

"What the hell is going on with you?!" You face him now, "You two just got together! I thought-"

"Yes well, so did I." Now he cuts you off and faces you. You can't read whatever that emotion was in his eyes, "She and I are meant to be, which means it can't be."

"What."

But he just shakes his head and whispers, "You wouldn't believe me anyway. No point in trying to explain it."

"Well, what I do understand is-" you shove him, hard, "that you're too much of a chicken shit to just tell her. You just go off, marry some other woman, and leave her heartbroken with no explanation."

You're still boiling, but it feels good to see him hurt.

The elevator doors open, "Get your own ride." You say as you head inside and close the doors on him.

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"Do I play good or what?" Candy smiles as she walks up to the car Lucifer called for her.

He smiles back, "Good indeed, my dear." He takes her suitcase from her and hands it to the driver to put in the trunk, "That'll teach my family not to butt into my business."

She laughs. The driver returns to the front and Lucifer opens the door for her, "Oh, here. Don't need this anymore." She removes her wedding ring and hands it to him.

But he pushes her hand back, "Keep it, darling. As a remembrance. In fact," Lucifer removes his wedding band, "keep this too."

Candy smiles warmly at him and takes both rings, "Thank you, Lucifer. For everything."

The two hug each other, "Call me if you need anything." Lucifer says. Candy nods then pulls back. She's halfway into the car when she stops and looks back at him.

"Just curious...what's the deal with you and K9?"

Lucifer just chuckles and looks away.

Candy gets the hint, "I get it." She raises a hand, "None of my business, but if I were you Lucifer, I wouldn't mess that up." He looks back to her and with a small smile, he nods. Candy goes into the car fully and he shuts the door. He watches the car drive into the street and away.

"I hope I haven't." He looks up at his building, then down at his phone where a blank text message to you shows on the screen.

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A few days have passed since Lucifer returned. He managed to fix his relationship with Chloe, though she told him it's now strictly partnership and friends, which pleases him.

Lucifer - 1 Dad - 0

Now the problem was you. Lucifer has been trying to contact you the whole time. You never acknowledged his texts or calls. Somehow, you've even managed to avoid him at the precinct.

There was only one place left Lucifer thought to go where you'd definitely be.

"Hello!" One of the receptionists at the Circle of Life #2 greets Lucifer as he walks in, "How can I help you?"

"Hello, my dear!" He leans on the counter and flashes the receptionist his charming smile, "Is your boss in?"

"She is, do you have an appointment with her?" She starts to blush under his gaze.

"Not precisely, but I need to have a word with her. Would you mind directing me to her office?"

"Oh, I'm sorry sir, but I'm not-"

"Come now, darling." He leans more in and with his height, he easily manages to be near her face, "Surely you can bend the rules for me."

"I…" The poor woman is trapped under his gaze.

"Lucifer!"

Lucifer rolls his eyes in annoyance and stands straight. The receptionist was just about to stand and take him to you.

His annoyance disappears when he turns and sees who called him, "Ah! My dear Alice!" He opens his arms wide in shock then walks to her.

Alice eyes him, "Why are you here, Lucifer? You don't have a pet."

"Not of the animal kind." He winks at her. Alice rolls her eyes, but Lucifer catches that interest in her body, "May I please speak with K9?" He smiles.

"Earth doesn't want to see you, Lucifer. She specifically told me-"

"Alice Alice Alice~" He sing-songs her name and steps into her personal bubble. He takes her hand and holds it up, "You're a good friend to K9, aren't you?"

Alice can't speak. Her eyes are trapped in his and her face is beat red. She nods.

"Of course you are! You see, I'd like to still be good friends with her too. That's why I'm here, to make it up to her. Surely there's no harm in that?" He smiles innocently at her. He watches her throat move as she swallows.

She finds her voice, "Y-yeah."

"Wonderful!" He gives the top of her hand a kiss, "Can you please lead me to her then?"

Alice closes her eyes and sighs, knowing she's lost. She pulls her hand away and motions for Lucifer to follow.

She takes him through the back doors where other veterinarians and nurses work on computers and samples. Some animals are back here getting weighed or blood samples, and Lucifer has to hold his breath from all the different animal scents.

Finally, Alice stops at a white door and knocks. Lucifer hears your voice on the other side and can't help the smile that spreads across his face.

"Don't hate me," Alice says as she cracks the door open slightly and sticks her head in.

You look at her questionably, "Why would I-"

"Hellooo K9~!" Lucifer pushes the door fully open with his long arms behind Alice. Your face instantly turns into a frown. Alice shrugs helplessly and runs away.

"Get out."

"But I just got here!" Lucifer whines. He shuts your door and sits on one of the chairs in front of you. He crosses his legs and stares smugly at you.

You sigh loudly. You close your eyes and rub your temples, "Why are you here, Lucifer?"

"To get back in your good graces, of course." You put your arms down and stare at him. Getting the hint that you aren't going to say anything he continues, "I meant what I said, K9. I truly didn't mean to hurt you. Had I known I would have told you I was fine."

Lucifer uncrosses his legs and leans forward, "But please understand my side, K9. After seeing the Detective almost die I-" he pauses and you watch him swallow. Your face softens slightly, "I just had to get away for a bit. Yes, I didn't handle it correctly. I know that now. K9 all this, these friends, it's a new concept to me."

He stands up and comes around your desk to stand next to you. You don't turn your chair, but you do turn your body towards him. His eyes look pleading:

"Please, darling. How can I make it up to you?"

You stare at him, studying him. He looks truly sorry and distraught, and you have to admit to yourself you missed him.

But just as you are about to speak your cell phone rings. You look away from him to answer it.

It's Miller. The ASPCA found another dog ring.

You hang up and look up at Lucifer, "Alright, Lucifer. Come with me to this case to help out, then maybe I'll forgive you."

"I accept!" Lucifer's face beams of joy as you stand. You hang up your lab coat and Lucifer opens the door for you.

"Meet me at the precinct." You say to him as you head to your car.

"Yes ma'am!"

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When you arrive at the precinct you change into your K9 uniform while Miller gathers up a team. Lucifer agrees to ride in your vehicle to the location where the ASPCA officials were waiting.

While driving you fill him in on the situation, "The ASPCA has been hunting a man named Roberto Alejandro for almost a year now. He's responsible for the largest dogfighting ring this state has had in a long time. They've never been able to catch his trail until it's too late. Somehow he seems to stay one step ahead."

"Hmm." Lucifer's looking out the window. You grip the steering wheel, thinking he's not listening.

"This may not be a homicide, Lucifer, but it's damn well important to me. At least act like you're interested."

He looks over to you, both eyebrows raised in shock, "I apologize, K9. It's true I'm not used to this type of case, but I am listening. I promise." You look at him and nod. Then focus back on the road.

"It does astonish me, however, that a man responsible for a dog ring is able to hide so well from two forces." He says.

"Yeah, me too, and I have a theory on that but I'll explain it later." You turn into a run-down looking neighborhood and continue, "Once wind of me being back in LA was heard the leader of the ASPCA contacted me about this case. Within the first two weeks, I was able to get more information than they could in months."

"Really?" Lucifer gives you an impressed smile, "What's your secret, K9?"

You fidget slightly, "You'll think I'm crazy."

"You're talking to the Devil, dear."

You scoff, "Right. Well, better to show first then explain."

The two of you arrive at the scene where the rest of your team is, along with an entourage of ASPCA men and women. You both exit the car and walk to Miller who's talking to one of the officers.

"What's the status?" You ask Miller.

"The ASPCA managed to catch a dog fight while it was happening in that building." He points to the decrypted brick house. Perfect place for crimes and criminals to hide, "When they charged in they managed to capture two of Roberto's men. Report says they saw him too, but he got away."

"Of course he did. At least we saw him now." You look at the ASPCA's kennel vehicles, "Any dogs saved?"

"The two that were currently fighting were shot down. However, we did find a room with more dogs in cages, five in total. One of the dogs belongs to one of the men they caught."

"Alright." You nod, "I'm heading in for them. I'll radio you when it's good to get them." You and Lucifer walk to the building, but Miller stops Lucifer.

"She does this alone, sir."

Lucifer raises a brow at him, but you step in before he can say anything, "It's alright, Miller. I told him to come with me."

"Shouldn't he at least have a bulletproof vest on?" He questions you.

"Oh, I don't need one of those silly things. I'm immortal." Lucifer says nonchalantly.

"Says the man who's been shot multiple times." You remark.

"While with the Detective, yes, but only with her. She makes me vulnerable. She's not here, however, so I'm 100% immortal." He says to you. You and Miller share a look. You end up shrugging and go along with it.

"Is it normal for you to expect being shot on this kind of case?" Lucifer asks as you both enter the building and head up the stairs.

"Only this one. There have been a few times where we thought the place was abandoned, then ended up in a firefight."

"Have you ever been shot, K9?" The worry in Lucifer's tone makes you look back at him.

You give him a small smile, "Not yet."

"Well, I'll make sure it remains that way."

"You can't always be with me, Lucifer."

"Beg to differ, darling."

You just shake your head at him, smile still on your face. You arrive at the door to the room with the dogs inside. Already you could hear whining and growling.

"Just stay quiet and keep to the door, alright?" You look back at Lucifer with your hand on the handle. He nods and you open the door.

Instantly the dogs start to bark and growl. Lucifer stays by the door while you walk a bit further into the room. You slowly raise your hands in surrender and continue to walk closer while the barking slowly dies to growls. You pick a dog to go to and slowly walk to their cage. Hands still raised, you kneel in front of the cage a few feet away.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." You whisper to the dog.

The dog eyes you. It's a pit bull with awful scars across its face.

Lie...humans…hurt

The pit growls at you menacingly, but still takes a step back into the cage.

"I'm not like the humans you're used to. I help and heal. No hurting." You slowly put your hands down and take a small step closer. The dog takes another step back, "Can you tell me your name?"

...Killer…

You hold in your scoff. That name was very common among the dogs you've saved, "Well Killer, can you tell me anything about these humans who mistreat you and the others?" You take one step closer and Killer takes one back, but he's reached the end of his tiny cage.

….No…

"You still don't trust me. How about I give you this," you hold out a treat, "and let you out of your cage? You can attack me and I won't fight back."

He doesn't answer. You place the treat through the cage. It takes a few minutes, but Killer comes up to the cage door and eats it. As he's eating you slowly reach out to the lock on the door. You open it quickly and brace yourself to get bit, like usual.

But the dog just cowers back into the cage.

What?

"I have to say, I'm a bit surprised." You say.

….Bad….worse than humans….

You raise a brow at him, but notice he's not looking at you.

He's looking behind you. At Lucifer.

You look back at him to see if he's doing anything to upset the dog, but Lucifer is just staring at you curiously. His hands are in his pockets and he's leaning against the door. Not threatening at all.

I trust...if...make evil leave…

You look curiously back at the dog, but nod and obey the wish, "Hey, Lucifer." You look behind you once more. He raises a brow at you, "I need you to step out of the room."

"What?" He's confused now, "Why?"

You look back at the dogs and notice that they are all as far back in their cage as they can get when Lucifer spoke.

Odd…

"I'm not sure why," you look back at Lucifer, "but these dogs seem to be wary of you."

Lucifer scoffs loudly, "Of course they are. I'll be outside. Better that way." He says, annoyed. You want to stop him but he's already out of the door.

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Sometime after Lucifer left the room you gained the dogs’ trust. You warn them that more humans are about to come in to take them inside a vehicle, where they'll then arrive at a building to receive treatment. You radioed Miller and it took an hour to just get the five dogs out of the building and into ASPCA hands. After talking to the head of the case about what you learned and telling your team to head back to the precinct you looked for Lucifer.

He's leaning against the hood of your car smoking a cigarette. His look is far off.

"Hey." You walk up to him.

The far off look in his eyes changes instantly when he looks at you, "Job well done, K9?"

"Seems like." You smile, then you give him a concerned look, "You ok?"

"Perfectly." He flicks the cigarette on the ground and stomps on it. As he's getting inside the passenger side you roll your eyes and pick up the bud. You enter your car and stick the bud in the cup holder to be discarded later.

Lucifer just looks at you. You shrug, "Don't condone littering." He laughs at you then stares out the window as you drive off.

After 10 minutes of silence, Lucifer finally asks that question you've been treading, "You understand animals?"

You take a quick side look at him expecting to see a look like he thought you were crazy, but that's not what you see. He looks genuinely curious and interested.

Still, it takes you a moment to find the courage to answer truthfully, "...Yeah, sort of."

"That explains why your clinic over in New York has such amazing reviews." He's smiling like he's incredibly happy to be let in on your little secret.

"You looked up my clinic?"

"Of course. I told you I'm interested to learn more about you, K9."

You're silent for a long time, "You're not going to tell anyone right?"

He looks at you questionably, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because people will think I'm crazy and I'll lose all my business."

"Have people told you you're crazy before?"

Memories of being in multiple foster homes flood through. You remember all those looks the families gave you whenever you talked to a stray cat or wild animal. Then the image of a bright burning light from a lamp blinds you.

"Yeah." You say with no emotion, "All the time."

"Well, I don't think you're crazy. In fact, you've made me even more interested." He smiles flirtatiously at you.

You roll your eyes, but smirk, "Oh great."

The rest of the drive is you two having basic chatter. You ask him if he'd like to come over for dinner, as a thank you for coming.

"Does this mean you forgive me, K9?" His smile is so contagious. You smile back and playfully hit his chest.

You arrive at the apartment complex. You and Lucifer take the elevator up to your floor and head for your door.

"It's not usual that I'm this excited to be invited to a woman's home, especially knowing we won't be doing the dirty." He wiggles his eyebrows at you, "Or is that my real thank you?"

You laugh as you unlock the door, "Definitely not."

You open your door and step inside with Lucifer close behind. He notices you taking off your shoes and putting them on the shoe rack to the right. Respectfully he does the same.

"I'm going to take a quick shower first. That house was too damn humid." You say touching your sticky face, "Make yourself at home!" You disappear into your bedroom. Lucifer takes the time to explore your space.

It's tiny. More like a loft apartment. As soon as you walk through the door you can practically see the entire space. About five feet from the door is the kitchen island. The kitchen has a decent amount of cabinets. All white with silver handles, the countertops marble. Behind the bar stools under the kitchen island is the living room. You have a grey "c" shaped couch that's cluttered with pillows, along with a large quilt blanket hanging off the back. Lucifer walks past the living room to see that you have a step up to your bedroom like his penthouse. The difference is you have hidden sliding doors to separate the bedroom from the rest of the space. To his left, he saw a door leading out to a small balcony that can also be accessed from the bedroom. The balcony is littered with pots of flowers, as well as vegetables.

He smiles to himself. You did say you loved to garden.

He steps up into your bedroom to take a quick look around. To the right is a door that he assumes lead to the only bathroom. Next to that is two double mirror doors that he guesses is your closet.

"Well that's fun." He can't stop himself from whispering that comment.

Your bed looks to be a queen size. The bedsheets are various colors of green, and much like your couch, your bed is also cluttered with pillows. The bed frame is black wrought iron with an abstract design of a tree with leaves as the headboard. The base is the same design, but as just vines with leaves.

Lucifer bites his lip. He can't help himself. The design choices in your room are giving him way too many ideas.

He leaves your room and sits on your couch, after moving many pillows. He goes for the tv remote, but notices an opening in your coffee table. He messes with it and the top lifts up, it's one of those coffee table/eating tray sets. It makes sense for you to have one since there's no room for a proper dining set.

He notices something down inside the coffee table. He reaches in and gets a hold of various papers. He leans back and looks through them.

His eyes turn red and his blood boils at the words on the papers.

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It's 30 minutes later by the time you exit the shower. You quickly dry off and comb your hair. You opt out of wearing your pjs. Instead, you put on a plain colored t-shirt and black leggings.

"Alright, what are you interested in for food?" You say out loud as you exit the bathroom and place the dirty clothes in your hamper. When you hear no response you walk to the living room.

You freeze at the top of your bedroom steps. Lucifer is holding the papers you kept hidden.

He looks at you angrily, but you can tell that the anger is more directed at the papers than you. He lifts them up in one hand and says in an aggressive voice you've not heard from him yet:

"Who's threatening you?"

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Dialogue Prompt: 10. “Don’t look at me… I’m sick!”

Season One Early MSR referenced

He’s not sure why he bothered coming into the office today. He is clearly ill. But he has to finish his report to Skinner of the arctic ice core project. The death of Danny and Bear. How they will never know what all was buried up there. He sniffles again, trying to find the issues in his crowded desk, finally seeing a box on the other side of the office in Scully’s area. Bless her for being organized. He takes the entire box with him as he plops back onto his chair, loosening his neck tie even though it’s only 8:15 in the morning he already feels hot and sweaty. The cough syrup he had taken makes him feel a little loopy as he hits each key on the keyboard. Scully will be in any second, and he knows that she will spend a good amount of time reminding him that she is a medical doctor probably make him go to the hospital and finish his report for him ignoring the fact that the worms could be extressitrail and how imperative it is that further investigation is necessary despite the entire area being burned. She’s a challenge but in a good way. She trusted him up there when she could have easily just shot him. He knows the medicine is messing with his brain when he starts thinking about her soft skin under his fingertips as he reached around her neck. How those strong small hands felt running up and over his shoulder muscles. How cute she looked in that ridiculous jacket and how he likes seeing the casual side of her. He is going crazy, she is still probably a spy albeit a bad one. He’s actually been able to convince her of quite a few things and maybe that is part of some grand plan she has. But he is in trouble, when she fell asleep on the flight home against his shoulder, how she snuggled into him. This fierce brillant woman is going to take up a lot of his free time. He’s already hearing her voice in his head when he reads certain stories that sound crazier than him. He smiles dopily shaking his head as she comes through the door with her briefcase and can-do attitude.

“Morning” she says brightly.

Does her voice always sound like sweet honey? Have her eyes always look so simmery? He makes a promise to himself to never take that hydro-whatever cough syrup again. He is clearly losing his mind and should probably get a cab home at this point. He tries to smile up at her. Play it cool so she doesn’t see that he has a high fever and also grinning like an idiot. “Mulder.. Are you all right?” She is moving over to him. He can’t help it, he starts to cough.

“Don’t look at me.. I’m sick.” he says trying to move his hand in front of his face and dissuade her from getting closer. Her eyes narrow at him.

“Yea, I can see that.. You know I’m a”

“medical doctor yes yes Scully I’m aware. But I don’t need you lecturing me or anything for a cold. I just have to finish my report turn it into Skinner and then I’ll go home, promise.”

He clicks a few times as he stands up to make his way to the printer, his stumble forward and is caught by Scully. Who is way faster than she looks.

“Jesus Mulder,” she says as his cradled in her arms his legs having given out. He looks up from her shoulder sheepishly.

“Hi Scully,” he mutters. She helps him a little to the side chair. Her cold hands running up and over his face, god her touch feels amazing.

“Mulder, do you have a fever?”

He looks up at her chuckling as her shrugs his shoulders at her and then she leans down brushing a soft kiss to his forehead. It feels like a feather but leaves him feeling tingly and cool.

“Sorry Mulder, my hands are freezing and kissing your forehead is the only way I was going to be able to tell if you were actually really warm.”

He wants to make a joke, but he finds himself grinning and nodding happily.

“Its ok, it felt nice.” Oh fuck… he thinks. He is going to throw out that bottle of syrup the second he walks into his door. Her hands stop removing his tie. Her eyes meet his.

“Mulder, did you umm take anything this morning for your cold?” she asks her voice tentative.

The Mulder she knows is professional mostlyish. They have a great partnership and while she finds the work challenging and inthralling she has promised herself Mulder will not become the new Jack or Daniel no matter how cute his puppy dog eyes are.

“Yea yea I took some cough medicine from an old bottle.”

“How much did you take, you seem so out of it.” She mutters as her fingers finally free him of his tie and he feels the sweet relief of the first 2 buttons being undone.

“Mulder god you’re all clammy. Have you had any water?”

Water sounds like a good idea, he shakes his head as it slides a little to the left.

“Ok Mulder here is what we are gonna do.” Uh oh bossy Scully. Bossy Scully is not his favorite. Bossy Scully will shut you down. You will get nothing past her and she will make sure you are acutely aware that she is in charge. Bossy Scully is also incredibly sexy and one of his biggest turn ons. Not good not good.

“Scully I’m just gonna turn this thing in..” he makes a vague gesture to where he thinks the printer is (not at all where he is gesturing)

”and then I’ll go home, sleep this off. Be fine and ready to bother and inundate you with annoying theories tomorrow.”

He moves to stand ready to focus every single muscle in his body to accomplishing this task. He makes it about one foot before Boss Scully puts her hand on his chest and pushes him back down into the seat. So much force for a tiny person. He sits abruptly looking at her as sternly as possible. Her eyebrow raises and the look she gives him is something he anticipates seeing a lot of in their partnership.

“Mulder, you can barely walk, I will turn this into Skinner for you. Then I will come right back here and take you home with a few stops to get you all fixed up.”

“No Scully, that is a lot of effort. I mean it’s just a cold.”

“Mulder you are burning up, until I can get an accurate reading of your temperature and find out what the hell you took, you are not leaving my sight. Do you understand?” her stern voice leaves no room for argument, and honestly he would rather argue with her over something more fun than being sick anyway.

“Fine, doc. I’m happy to wait, while you run upstairs.”

Her tight smile as she grabs the papers off the printer stapling them quickly and walks out. He sighs slumping into his chair playing with the two ends of his unknotted tie, tries not to think about how his head still kind of tingles where she kissed him. How the faint coolness from her fingers brushing over his skin is wearing off and how she will most likely be helping him strip down soon to crawl onto his couch. Before he can think of anything else she is back grabbing her briefcase and bracing her legs to help lift him.

“Scully don’t look at me like that, I'm fine.” he huffs out as he starts to stand much to quickly and almost falls on top of her again. “

Sure you are partner, sure you are” she mutters his arm is slung over her shoulders as they try to make their way to the far elevator that can take them to the garage instead of the bullpen. She presses the button quickly and leans him against the wall a little. He can’t help but chuckle as they walk to her car.

Her car is clean with another box of tissues available for his use. He blows again finding a tiny trash can conveniently available in the back. He watches her drive past buildings that blur together as his eyes drift close. The next thing he feels is a small jostle of her hand on his shoulder.

“Mulder, come on you have to help me get you inside.”

His eyes narrow as he stares at her building. She has a brown bag of groceries in one arm as she tries to reach for him. He rubs his face, and he struggles to get out of the seatbelt. She huffs a sigh and reaches across him to undo it. Even with his stuffy nose he smells her perfume. She looks at him waiting for him to figure out that now he can get out.

“Oh, uh sorry.” he says as he moves towards her.

“I can carry the bag for you Scully,”

“No you can’t even carry yourself. Come on just lean against me,”

“Why are we at your place? Seems a little early for a sleepover dontcha think?” She chuckles as they struggle up the stairs to her building.

“You have no bed in your apartment, and no food. What I think you took for cough medicine was not in fact cough medicine but a weird liquid muscle relaxer, which is making you loopy and delusional. You are in no shape to walk or do anything but sleep. Plus all my fun doctor toys are inside.”she is smirking, he can see her smirking

“Oooh a sleepover and exam, you spoil me Scully.”

“Dream on Mulder.” she says as she fumbles for her keys sliding them into the lock and pushing the door open with the bag of groceries.

She helps him in, turning slightly to set the groceries down as he heads to the couch.

“No, Mulder, no.” he starts to sit as she rushes back from setting the groceries on the table. She is trying to lift him off the couch, but it’s so soft and smells like her and is comfy and he is so tired.

“Mulder, come on jesus you’re heavy” as she struggles pulling him up.

“You can’t stay on the couch.”

“Sorry Scully I can’t take your bed from you. That’s not very partnerly.” she huffs a sigh.

“Just help me get you into the bedroom ok?”

“That’s what all the pretty girls are saying these days.” She can’t help but laugh.

He stands swaying back and forth in her bedroom. It is famine but minimal. Decorated with whites and blues, he looks down at the tiny buttons on his shirt moving his fingers to try and undo them. she moves his hands away.

“Scully, whoa, look I got it.” the eyebrow is back.

“Mulder look just pull your shirt up a bit and undo your belt.”

“whoa, wait,”

“Mulder seriously you are going to fall over any second and I really need to get you in this bed before that happens and have you at least somewhat comfortable ok? I’ve seen plenty of naked men before alright don’t flatter yourself.”

“yea but Scully they were dead.”

“Ha..ha...ha” she says finishing unbuttoning his shirt for him and pulling it off.

She is the model of efficiency his Scully. Shit, she is not your Scully, she is your very beautiful partner. Not really the right time to think about that considering she is now pulling off your belt buckle and undoing your pants pushing them down.

“Ok sit down.” all business that voice.

Bossy turn on Scully is back. He sits in his white shirt and boxers as she takes off his shoes and socks. She moves quick and he is wondering if she is secretly the roadrunner, going beep beep as she avoids the coyote. Her hand is so nice on his shoulder as she helps him under the covers.

“Your hand feels so nice on my skin Scully,” he hums happily.

She sighs, lets her fingers cool his burning skin.

“Mulder just lay here, I’m going to go take your temperature, get you a cold compress and some water. Then you need to sleep for a bit before we can give you anything else. But I’ll make you some soup ok?”

“Can you cook too Scully? That’s good to know.”

she shakes her head at him and rubs her face.

“I’ll be right back, don’t roll off the bed.”

It's so comfortable her bed. Maybe he should get a bed, be a real adult. Have Scully pick out the sheets because the ones she has are so soft. He should steal one of her pillows too as he closes his eyes against the fabric.

He smells the most delicious thing, which is surprising since he wasn’t sure his nose could do anything besides leak mucus. He feels a cool cloth on his face lightly dampening his skin. It feels wonderful. Like tiny kisses from a water mist. He hums in contentment.

“Hey sleepyhead.” he finds her sitting on the bed next to him. She smiles warmly at him. Her fingers dancing across his forehead again as she moves his bangs.

“How ya feeling?” He still feels stuffy but not as achy which is nice.

“Better,” he mutters.

“What’s that smell?”

“Soup, I’ll bring you some in a minute. First take these and drink this entire glass please.” she hands him a couple pills and a cold glass of water as she stands up and makes her way to the kitchen no longer dressed in the pantsuit she was wearing to work, but a light blue sweater and black pants.

He sits up, moving one of her perfect pillows behind his head as she carries a tray full of soup and little crackers. He grins widely.

“Gonna spoon feed me too Doc?” she sets the tray down across his lap grabbing the napkin and tucking it under his chin mockingly.

“Sorry not part of the service,” her eyes twinkle she likes this. Likes bantering with him.

He takes the spoon in his hand pours way more crackers than he should into her clearly homemade soup stirring to get a big bite. It reminds him of when him and Sam had played to long in the snow. It warms his whole body, the taste lingers on his tongue. She smiles softly.

“Well let me know when you are done. Your fever has come down a bit. But I still think you should stay here until tomorrow.” he nods.

When he’s done she moves the tray fluffs his pillows for him and makes him take something else that will help him apparently.

In the morning when she is asleep on the couch and he feels a thousand times better he kisses her cheek before waking her.

Years Later

He looks at the discarded tissues that liter the end table. The bottle of nyquil, and aspirin. The picture of him and Scully obscured by a disarray of snot and mucus as he feels his lungs fill up to cough for the millionth time that day. He can’t help but laugh as Scully comes over to him, with her sad face of pity and a big bowl of her homemade soup and crackers. She sets it down for him, pulling out a thermometer and telling him to lay back. He’s pretty doped up on nyquil and some other stuff as her fingers brush through his hair and around his neck as she helps him settle on their worn couch. She sits against his stomach while his feet pop up on the other end. She smiles at him sadly shaking the old thermometer slipping it under his tongue. He thinks about all the times she’s been there doctoring him.

“I miss when you use to just kiss my forehead for the temperature” she smiles and blushes.

“I didn’t have a thermometer at the time..”

“Oh yea that was why you did it got me to come over stripped me down” he taps her thigh with his long fingers. She grins up at him knowing she never fooled him.

He can’t help but chuckle which leads to coughing. She shakes her head grabs the crackers and dumps a giant amount into his soup for him. Just like he did years ago. The spoon reaches his lips and he already feels better.

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A Devil’s Love: Chapter 7

AN: Sorry this chapter took forever to get out! I had the idea for it, but I just couldn't figure out how to write it! Thankfully my mind is out of that block now. I was going to go further, buuut it's already at 6k words so Chapter 8 it goes.

In case anyone is wondering, yes the updates will take awhile. Hopefully when my hours drop at work I can get updates out more quickly. Know that I'm not stopping this story & it's going to be a long one!

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Warnings: Swearing

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"Last one, I promise." You rub the pup's head and she licks your face in trust. You smile and insert the last shot into the shoulder blades, "All done!"

Treat….

The pup looks up at you happily as her owners start petting her in congratulations.

"Awesome! We can't wait to get her to the dog park!" The husband says.

"Yeah! Poor girl whines at it everytime we pass by." The wife laughs and kisses her pup's nose.

"I bet. You've got a real energetic one here." You laugh and gather your paperwork, "Well, hopefully I won't have to see you till next year! Have fun little one." The pup puts her paws on your shoulders and gives you a lick. The husband then puts her harness and leash back on.

Bye….nice….play time!

You wave to the pup as the family leaves the room. You exit through the opposite door when a worker comes in to clean the room for the next patient.

"Is it Lucifer?" Alice asks as she walks into your office to hand you some more paperwork.

You shake your head, "No. Just Chloe. There's a new case."

"Oh…"

You look up suspiciously at your business partner and close friend, "What?"

"Well, was hoping it was him so you could stop stressing." She shrugs.

"I'm not stressing over him." You lie, and by Alice's eye roll she knows it too.

Lucifer Morningstar has been gone from LA for nearly two weeks. Everyone, even Dan, had been trying to contact him since Chloe found his penthouse laid in white sheets. Lucifer didn't reply to anyone, not even you.

Or worst case: your past has come back sooner than you intended and took him.

You shake the thought from your mind and stand from your chair, "Call me if you need me." You hang your lab coat on the door hook and pass by Alice.

She grabs your arm, "I'm sure he's ok, Earth."

You nod slightly, not looking at her, "Yeah."

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You pull up to the crime scene and park next to Chloe's car.

"Hey, Earth!" Ella smiles and waves happily at you when you join the group. Dan gives you a nod and Chloe looks at you with that same question in her eyes for the past two weeks.

You shake your head slightly at her, and like all the other days before her face flashes disappointment before returning neutral, "So, what's the case?"

"This guy's name is Ash Corrigan. Looks like he died from a blunt object to the head." Ella replies.

"Any idea on leads or murder object?"

"Not yet, but I did find this." Chloe hands you a flyer for a band. The victim appears to be the band's singer.

You and Chloe drive to the band's studio for questioning. They give you two a lead into a possible suspect: a woman named Courtney who was Ash's ex-wife, and according to the female of the band Courtney was bossy and violent. You two return to the precinct to meet up with Dan and Ella.

You half sit on Chloe's desk and drink from your bottle of water as Chloe tells the two what they learned.

"That girl's name has popped up around here before," Dan says, "She's known for being abusive in her relationships."

"Alright. Earth and I will go talk to her. Do you have her address?" Chloe says.

"Yeah, here-"

"Detective!"

Lucifer Morningstar happily trots down the stairs like it was a normal day, and stands in front of Chloe with a wide grin.

"Lucifer?!" Chloe is speechless.

Lucifer gives himself a grand stature with his hands, "In the flesh!" He says while still smiling. He looks to everyone in the group, "Detective Douche, Ms. Lopez, K9."

You instantly look away from him when his eyes meet yours. Unlike Ella and Dan, you give Lucifer a barely audible grunt of acknowledgement. You ignore the fact that you think you see his smile slightly dim at your response.

Fucking dick. You take a long drink of your water.

"Lucifer...what happened? Where did you go? Are you ok?" The words tumble out of Chloe and she looks him over for any damage.

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine Detective! Just needed to blow off some steam after, well, everything."

Ass. Hole. You continue to drink your water, afraid that if you stopped you'd end up strangling him. Much better, and less criminal, to slowly squeeze the bottle of its contents.

"Anyways," Lucifer claps his hands together, "I have some news!"

"What-" but Chloe's question is cut off by a high pitched voice calling for Lucifer.

That makes you look again. You hold in your gulp of water as you watch a woman walk down the stairs in very high heels and a tight short pink dress. She has wavy blond hair with pink streaks running through. She puts an arm in the crook of Lucifer's elbow, and looks up at him with big brown eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby! I know you said to wait, but I got lonely." She pouts.

"It's quite alright, darling. Well, everyone!" Lucifer pats the woman's hand, "I'd like to introduce my wife, Candy Morningstar!"

What. The. Fuck.

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"LUCIFER."

You storm out of the elevator and yell for him. Your nostrils were flaring and your hands were balled into tight fists.

"LUCIFER!" You yell again, "GET OUT HERE!"

"Oh!" You hear a familiar squeak and look to the couch to see Candy pulling out earbuds. She was lounging on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. Her high heels laid on the floor.

Uhhh...

"You're K9, right?!" Candy expertly puts on her heels and skips over to you, "I've been so excited to meet you!" She giggles and hugs you.

Well this feels awkward.

"Candy, darling, this is the person I said you can be yourself around." Lucifer comes from his closet and stands in his bedroom entryway, "She's the only one I'm not worried about."

"Oh, good!" You see an instant change in Candy. She seems to deflate from the perky personality and turns to a more "natural" one, "Almost thought I blew the favor there, Lucifer."

"Not quite." He winks at her.

Whaaat.

The look of complete confusion on your face makes Lucifer burst out laughing. You turn your attention to him, furious again, "What the hell is going on, Lucifer?!"

"Right right. Well," he takes the two steps down from his bedroom, "After the whole fiasco a couple weeks ago I went to Las Vegas and met the lovely Candy who stands before you." You look at Candy and she gives you a small shrug and smile with a wave, "I helped her out with her family business and in return she agreed to marry me." He smiles at you like that clears everything up while he straightens his cufflinks.

"Only for a little while." Candy mentions when she sees the look on your face, "Once I'm done here tricking his family then we're getting a divorce."

"Well, my father's business means everything to me. If being married for two weeks is all it takes to save it I'd accept in a heartbeat."

"But, actually marry him?"

"Well, of course!" Lucifer buts in before Candy can respond. He walks to stand next to his piano, "Have to make it legitimate for my family who is no doubt snooping as we speak."

"Ok…" You take a breath in and out to process all this then look to him a bit more calmly, "So, you helped out Candy and as a return favor you had her marry you in order to trick your family?"

"Good job, K9!" He smiles and gives you two thumbs up.

"But-" you look at him sternly, "what does marrying Candy have to do with tricking your family? Better yet, why are you tricking them in the first place?"

"They've gotten too involved in my life." Lucifer suddenly turns serious and that makes you blink in shock at the quick mood change, "Pushing me to go in a direction that was planned. If it hadn't been obvious to you already, I don't let anyone push me into anything." The slight growl he had at the end of his sentence made you shiver, even though you suspect it wasn't aimed at you since he looked up.

"Fine. But, why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Well that would ruin Candy's-"

"No, Lucifer. That's not what I'm asking about." Your hands return back into fists, "Why didn't you tell anyone you were fine?"

Lucifer stares at you, head tilted in puzzlement. Candy's wise enough to take a few steps back at the sound of your voice.

"I don't know what you mean, K9." He says sincerely, "I often disappear. Surely Maze told you that."

"You have friends now, Lucifer." You step to him, "Friends care about each other. You not contacting anyone really scared-" you freeze for a second, "...Chloe." You look away from him.

Lucifer just stares at you and it's making it hard for you to breath, "I realize that now, which is why I'm trying to fix our partnership. But," he puts a palm to the side of your face to push your eyes back to his, "I didn't mean to scare anyone. Not the Detective. Not you." His thumb caresses under your left eye and you can feel that some pull from before, in the hospital.

But you were still hurt.

You step away from him, "Yeah, well you did. Better get going before you're late. That definitely won't help you win her back." You turn away from him and head for the elevator.

"K9-"

"I don't want to hear it-" You step inside the elevator when the doors open and end up bumping into someone. "Oh!" You take a slight step back and look up, "Sorry-"

You freeze.

Charlotte Richards looks annoyed as she fixes any possible wrinkles your bump could have caused. She looks down at you, "Ah. The human who didn't blow up. Of course you'd be here."

You take an involuntary step back at the tone of her voice and the look she gave you. You didn't expect that one step to put you against Lucifer's chest. He wasn't even near you before this.

"And the woman who payed off one of K9's possible murderer's bail." Lucifer replies back with the same tone. Charlotte just stares at him, and you can't help but sink more into Lucifer at the air change in between the two.

She freaks me out.

"What are you doing here?" Lucifer asks.

"I came to see what's so special about this woman you married, and why I wasn't invited to such an important event." She steps further inside the penthouse.

"Simple: no one has control on what I do and no enemies allowed." He smiles sarcastically at her and she rolls her eyes.

"Ooh! Are you Lucifer's sister?!" Candy's facade is back on and she giddies up to Charlotte just like she did to you. She goes in for a hug but Charlotte holds her hand up.

"I'm his mother." She hisses out.

"Whaaat?! Oh my gosh! You're so beautifully young!" Candy, it now seems to you, is an expert at acting. She didn't even flinch at Charlotte's coldness.

"I have an idea!" Lucifer exclaims, "Why don't you two enjoy a shopping day together! To get to know each other!" He winks at Candy.

"I would love that! Come on, mom!" Candy pulls Charlotte into the elevator, and you can't help the smirk that appears when you see Charlotte's look.

But the smirk instantly falls when you remember who you're stuck with now, alone, "Well, suppose we'll catch the next ride then?"

You can tell he's smiling behind you, but you refuse to turn around. Instead, you walk to the elevator and wait patiently for the doors to reopen.

Lucifer sighs and walks to stand next to you, also patiently waiting.

"K9-"

"Why am I allowed to know all this?" You cut him off. Still staring at the elevator you continue, "Why am I the 'only one your not worried about'?"

He looks at you, "Because you're-", he stops, then faces the elevator, "You're just not. That's all."

You grunt and cross your arms, "Great explanation, Lucifer."

"K9, I-"

"Why don't you tell Chloe?" You cut in again.

He doesn't answer, and that makes your skin start to boil.

"You're tricking her too?" You look at him with fire in your eyes.

"Not...precisely."

"What the hell is going on with you?!" You face him now, "You two just got together! I thought-"

"Yes well, so did I." Now he cuts you off and faces you. You can't read whatever that emotion was in his eyes, "Her and I were meant to be, which means it can't be."

"What."

But he just shakes his head and whispers, "You wouldn't believe me anyways. No point in trying to explain it."

"Well what I do understand is-" you shove him, hard, "Is that you're too much of a chicken shit to just tell her. You just go off, marry some other woman, and leave her heartbroken with no explanation."

You're still boiling, but it feels good to see him hurt.

The elevator doors open, "Get your own ride." You say as you head inside and close the doors on him.

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"Do I play good or what?" Candy smiles as she walks up to the car Lucifer called for her.

He smiles back, "Good indeed, my dear." He takes her suitcase from her and hands it to the driver to put in the trunk, "That'll teach my family not to butt into my business."

She laughs. The driver returns to the front and Lucifer opens the door for her, "Oh, here. Don't need this anymore." She removes her wedding ring and hands it to him.

But he pushes her hand back, "Keep it, darling. As a remembrance. In fact," Lucifer removes his wedding band, "Keep this too."

Candy smiles warmly at him and takes both rings, "Thank you, Lucifer. For everything."

The two hug each other, "Call me if you need anything." Lucifer says. Candy nods then pulls back. She's halfway into the open car door when she stops and looks back at him.

"Just curious...what's the deal with you and K9?"

Lucifer just chuckles and looks away.

Candy gets the hint, "I get it." She raises a hand, "None of my business, but if I were you Lucifer I wouldn't mess that up." He looks back to her, and with a small smile he nods. Candy goes into the car fully and he shuts the door. He watches the car drive into the street and away.

"I hope I haven't." He looks up at his building, then down at his phone where a blank text message to you shown on the screen.

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A few days have passed since Lucifer returned. He managed to fix his relationship with Chloe, though she told him it's now strictly partnership and friends, which pleases him.

Lucifer 1 - Dad - 0

Now the problem was you. Lucifer had been trying to contact you the whole time. You never acknowledged his texts or calls. Somehow, you've even managed to avoid him at the precinct.

There was only one place left Lucifer thought to go where you'd definitely be.

"Hello!" One of the receptionists of the Circle of Life #2 greets Lucifer as he walks in, "How can I help you?"

"Hello, my dear!" He leans on the counter and flashes the receptionist his charming smile, "Is you boss in?"

"She is, do you have an appointment with her?" She starts to blush under his gaze.

"Not precisely, but I need to have a word with her. Would you mind directing me to her office?"

"Oh, I'm sorry sir, but I'm not-"

"Come now, darling." He leans in more, and with his height he easily manages to be near her face, "Surely you can bend the rules for me."

"I…" The poor woman is trapped under his gaze.

"Lucifer!"

Lucifer rolls his eyes in annoyance and stands straight. The receptionist was just about to stand and take him to you.

His annoyance disappears when he turns and sees who called him.

"Ah! My dear Alice!" He opens his arms wide in shock then walks to her.

She eyes him, "Why are you here, Lucifer? You don't have a pet."

"Not of the animal kind." He winks at her.

Alice rolls her eyes, but Lucifer catches that interest in her eyes and body.

"May I please speak with K9?" He smiles.

"Earth doesn't want to see you, Lucifer. She specifically told me-"

"Alice alice alice~" He sing songs her name and steps into her personal bubble. He takes her hand and holds it up, "You're a good friend to K9, aren't you?"

Alice can't speak. Her eyes are trapped in his and her face is beat red. She nods.

She finds her voice, "Y-yeah."

"Wonderful!" He gives the top of her hand a kiss, "Can you please lead me to her then?"

Alice closes her eyes and sighs, knowing she's lost. She pulls her hand away and motions for Lucifer to follow.

She takes him through the back doors where other veterinarians and nurses worked on computers and samples. Some animals were back here getting weighed or blood samples, and Lucifer had to hold his breath from all the different animal scents.

Finally, Alice stops at a white door and knocks. Lucifer hears your voice on the other side and can't help the smile that spreads across his face.

"Don't hate me." Alice says as she cracks the door open slightly and sticks her head in.

You look at her questionably, "Why would I-"

"Hellooo K9~!" Lucifer pushes the door fully open with his long arms behind Alice. Your face instantly turns to a frown. Alice shrugs helplessly and runs away.

"Get out."

"But I just got here!" Lucifer whines. He shuts your door and sits on one of the chairs in front of you. He crosses his legs and stares smugly at you.

You sigh loudly. You close your eyes and rub your temples, "Why are you here, Lucifer?"

"To get back in your good graces, of course." You put your arms down and stare at him. Getting the hint that you won't say anything he continues, "I meant what I said, K9. I truly didn't mean to hurt you. Had I known I would have told you I was fine." He uncrosses his legs and leans forward, "But please understand my side, K9. After seeing the Detective almost die I-" he pauses and you watch him swallow. Your face softens slightly, "I just had to get away for a bit. Yes, I didn't handle it correctly. I know that now. K9 all this, these friends, it's a new concept to me."

He stands up and comes around your desk to stand next to you. You don't turn your chair, but you do turn your body towards him. His eyes look pleading:

"Please, darling. How can I make it up to you?"

You stare at him, studying him. He looks truly sorry and distraught. And you had to admit it yourself, you missed him.

But just as you were about to speak your cell phone started ringing. You look away from him to answer it.

It was Miller. The ASPCA found another dog ring.

You hang up and look up at Lucifer, "Alright, Lucifer. Come with me on this case to help out. Then maybe I'll forgive you."

"I accept!" Lucifer's face beams of joy as you stand. You hang up your lab coat and Lucifer opens the door for you.

"Meet me at the precinct." You say to him as you head to your car.

"Yes ma'am!"

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When you arrive at the precinct you change into your K9 uniform while Miller gathered up a team. Lucifer agrees to ride in your vehicle to the location where the ASPCA officials were waiting.

While driving you filled him in on the situation, "The ASPCA has been hunting a man named Roberto Alejandro for almost a year now. He's responsible for the largest dog fighting ring this state has had in a long time. They've never been able to catch his trail until it's too late. Somehow he seems to stay one step ahead of them."

"Hmm." Lucifer's looking out the window. You grip the steering wheel, thinking that he's not listening.

"This may not be a homicide, Lucifer, but it's damn well important to me. At least act like you're interested."

"It does astonish me, however, that a man responsible for a dog ring is able to hide so well from an entire company."

"Yeah, me too, and I have a theory on that but I'll explain it later." You turn into a run down looking neighborhood and continue, "Once wind of me being back in LA was heard the leader of the ASPCA contacted me about this case. Within the first two weeks I was able to get more information than they could find in months."

"Really?" Lucifer gives you an impressed smile, "What's your secret, K9?"

You fidget slightly, "You'll think I'm crazy."

"You're talking to the Devil, dear."

You scoff, "Right. Well, better to show first than explain."

The two of you arrive at the scene where the rest of your team was, along with an entourage of ASPCA men and women. You both exit the car and walk to Miller who was talking to one of the officers.

"What's the status?" You ask Miller.

"The ASPCA managed to catch a dog fight while it was happening in that building." He points to the decrypted brick house. Perfect place for crimes and criminals to hide since it looked to be abandoned, "When they charged in they managed to capture two of Roberto's men. Report says they saw him too, but he got away."

"Of course he did. At least we saw him now." You look at the ASPCA's kennel vehicles, "Any dogs saved?"

"The two that were currently fighting were shot down. However we did find a room with more dogs in cages, five in total. One of the dogs belongs to one of the men they caught."

"Alright." You nod, "I'm heading in for them. I'll radio you when it's good to get them." You and Lucifer start to walk to the building when Miller stops Lucifer.

"She does this alone, sir."

Lucifer raises a brow at him, but you step in before he can say anything, "It's alright, Miller. I told him to come with me."

"Shouldn't he at least have a bulletproof vest on?" He questions you.

"Oh, I don't need one of those silly things. I'm immortal." Lucifer says nonchalantly.

"Says the man who's been shot multiple times." You remark.

"Is it normal for you to expect being shot on this kind of case?" Lucifer asks as you both enter the building and head up the stairs.

"Only this one. There's been a few times where we thought the place was abandoned, then ended up in a firefight."

"Have you ever been shot, K9?" The worry in Lucifer's tone makes you look back at him.

You give him a small smile, "Not yet."

"Well, I'll make sure it remains that way."

"You can't always be with me, Lucifer."

"Beg to differ, darling."

You just shake your head at him, smile still on your face. You arrive at the door to the room with the dogs inside. Already you could hear whining and growling.

"Just stay quiet and keep to the door, alright?" You look back at Lucifer with your hand on the handle. He nods and you open the door.

Instantly the dogs started to bark and growl at you two. Lucifer stays by the door while you walk a bit further into the room. You slowly raised your hands in surrender and continued to walk closer while the barking slowly died to growls. You pick a dog to go to and slowly walk to their cage. Hands still raised you kneel in front of the cage, still a few feet away.

"Hey. I'm not going to hurt you." You whisper to the dog.

The dog eyes you. It's a pit bull with awful scars across its face.

Lie...humans…hurt

The pit growls at you menacingly, but still takes a step back into the cage.

"I'm not like the humans you're used to. I help and heal. No hurting." You slowly put your hands down and take a little step closer. The dog takes another step back, "Can you tell me your name?"

...Killer…

You hold in your scoff. That name was very common among the dogs you've saved, "Well Killer, can you tell me anything about these humans who mistreat you and the others?" You take one step closer and the dogs takes one back, but he's reached the end of his tiny cage.

….No…

"You still don't trust me. How about I give you this," you hold out a treat, "and let you out of your cage? You can attack me and I won't fight back."

The dog doesn't answer. You place the treat through the cage. It takes a few minutes, but the pit comes up to the cage door and eats it. As he's eating you slowly reach out to the lock on the door. You open it quickly and brace yourself to get bite, like usual.

But the dog just cowers back into the cage.

What?

"I have to say, I'm a bit surprised." You say.

….Bad….worse than humans….

You raise a brow at the dog, but notice he's not looking at you.

He's looking behind you. At Lucifer.

You look back at him to see if he's doing anything to upset the dog, but Lucifer is just staring at you curiously. His hands were in his pockets and he was leaning against the door. Not threatening at all.

I trust...if...make evil leave…

You look curiously back at the dog, but nod and obey the wish, "Hey, Lucifer." You look behind you once more. He raises a brow at you, "I need you to step out of the room."

"What?" He's confused now, "Why?"

You look back at the dog and notice that all the dogs were now as far back in their cage as they could get when Lucifer spoke.

Odd…

"I'm not sure why," you look back to him, "but these dogs seem to be wary of you."

Lucifer scoffs loudly, "Of course they are. I'll be outside. Better that way." He says, annoyed. You wanted to stop him but he was already out the door.

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Some time after Lucifer left the room you gained the dogs trust. You warn them that more humans are about to come in to take them inside a vehicle, where they'll then arrive at a building to receive treatment. After you radioed Miller it took an hour to just get the five dogs out of the building and into ASPCA hands. After talking to the head of the case about what you learned and telling your team to head back to the precinct you looked for Lucifer.

He was leaning against the hood of your car smoking a cigarette. His look was far off.

"Hey." You walk up to him.

The far look in his eyes change instantly when he looks at you, "Job well done, K9?"

"Seems like." You smile, then you give him a concerned look, "You ok?"

Lucifer just looks at you. You shrug, "Don't condone littering." He laughs at you than stares out the window as you drive off.

After 10 minutes of silence Lucifer finally asks that question you've been treading, "You understand animals?"

You take a quick side look at him expecting to see a look like he thought you were crazy, but that's not what you see. He looks genuinely curious and interested.

Still, it takes you a moment to find courage to answer truthfully, "...Yeah, sort of."

"That explains why you're clinic over in New York has such amazing reviews." He's smiling like he's incredibly happy to be let in on your little secret.

"You looked up my clinic?"

"Of course. Told you I'm interested to learn more about you, K9."

You're silent for a long time, "You're not going to tell anyone right?"

He looks at you questionably, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because people will think I'm crazy and I'll lose all my business."

"Have people told you you're crazy before?"

Memories of being in multiple foster homes flood through. You remember all those looks the family's gave you whenever you talked to a stray cat or wild animal. Then the imagine of a bright burning light from a lamp blinds you.

"Yeah." You say with no emotion, "All the time."

"Well, I don't think you're crazy. In fact, you've made me even more interested." He smiles flirtatiously at you.

You roll your eyes, but smirk, "Oh great."

The rest of the drive is you two having basic chatter. You ask him if he'd like to come over for dinner, as a thank you for coming.

"Does this mean you forgive me, K9?" His smile is so contagious. You smile back and playfully hit his chest.

You arrive at the apartment complex. You and Lucifer take the elevator up to your floor and head for your door.

"It's not usual that I'm this excited to be invited to a woman's home, especially knowing we won't be doing the dirty." He wiggles his eyebrows at you, "Or is that my real thank you?"

You laugh as you unlock the door, "Definitely not."

You open your door and step inside with Lucifer close behind. He notices you taking off your shoes and putting them on the shoe rack to the right. Respectfully he does the same.

It's tiny. More like a loft apartment. As soon as you walk through the door you can practically see the entire space. About five feet from the door is the kitchen island. The kitchen has a decent amount of cabinets. All white with silver handles, the countertops marble. Behind the bar stools under the kitchen island was the living room. You had a grey "c" shaped couch that was littered with pillows, along with a large quilt blanket hanging off the back. Lucifer walks past the living room to see that you have a step up to your bedroom like his penthouse. Difference is you had hidden sliding doors to separate the bedroom from the rest of the space. To his left he saw a door leading out to a small balcony that can also be accessed from the bedroom. The balcony was littered with pots of plants, as well as vegetables.

He smiles to himself. You did say you loved to garden.

He steps up into your bedroom to take a quick look around. To the right was a door that he assumed lead to the only bathroom. Next to that was two double mirror doors that he guessed was your closet.

"Well that's fun." He can't stop himself from whispering that comment.

Your bed looked to be a queen size. The bed sheets were various colors of green, and much like your couch your bed was also littered with pillows. The bed frame is black wrought iron with an abstract design of a tree with leaves as the headboard. The base was the same design, but as just vines with leaves.

Lucifer bites his lip. He can't help himself. The design choices in your room was giving him way too many ideas.

He leaves your room and sits on your couch, after moving many pillows. He goes to reach for the tv remote, but notices an opening in your coffee table. He messes with it and the top lifts up, it's one of those coffee table/eating tray sets. Makes sense for you to have one since there's no room for a proper dining set.

He notices something down inside the coffee table. He reaches in and gets a hold of various papers. He leans back and looks through them.

His eyes turn red and his blood boils at the words on the papers.

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It's 30 minutes later by the time you exit the shower. You quickly dry off and comb your hair. You opt out of wearing your pjs. Instead you put on a plain colored t-shirt and black leggings.

"Alright, what are you interested in for food?" You say out loud as you exit the bathroom and place the dirty clothes in your hamper. When you hear no response you walk to the living room.

You freeze at the top of your bedroom steps. Lucifer was holding the papers you kept hidden.

He looks at you angrily, but you can tell that the anger is more directed at the papers than you. He lifts them up in one hand and says in an aggressive voice you've not heard from him yet:

"Who's threatening you?"

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kdreamscenario · 5 years ago

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The Boss’ Girl Ch. 11

Lee Minwoo (Shinhwa) X Reader X Jeon Jungkook (BTS)

Office!AU

Rated: M sub!Jungkook, switch!reader, dom!Minwoo

Word Count: 6955 Ch.10

Jungkook puts your stamina boosting advice to good use. When he’s got the time he edges himself nearly to tears. At first he tried not to reimagine you touching him. The humiliation of that day is still bitter and raw but apparently in the best way possible. It didn’t take long until he accepted the kink and caved. He can admit he’d let you do that to him again and again.

The little make out sessions he has with Mina go farther and farther. He can tell she’s less endeared by his holding off. If he wasn’t such a perfect boyfriend besides that she would’ve dumped him. It doesn’t help that he often has dreams about you or Mina. One particularly disturbing dream of you treating him like an actual baby he would like to wipe clear from his memory forever.

He hopes that finally sleeping with Mina will let him forget you and this whole mess. Once Mina finally gets a taste of Jungkook in bed she is insatiable. He was right about learning fast. He also tries incredibly hard to please and perform at his absolute best. Pair that with his charming good looks and his perfect chiseled body, there’s no comparing to anyone Mina had been with previously.

She’s extremely vocal about this at every girls night. All the other girls are understandably jealous. Frankly you’re getting annoyed with her repetitive bragging. It’s not tactful to tell your sex life so openly. You can’t imagine Jungkook would be appreciative of her airing their private business to anyone who will listen.

When the next Friday comes you consider just going home and waiting for Minwoo to call you. He has a business dinner to attend and expects to be out quite late. They’re a long time partner of the company. It’s been a long week and you do need a drink but having to listen to Mina constantly slip in comments about Jungkook is really getting on your nerves.

The office is set up perfectly for Monday morning and you’re picking up your bag to leave. You check your phone one last time to see if anyone else happened to cancel on going out so you wouldn’t be the only one. To you delight, Mina left a message saying she’s headed home. She says she’s been having bad cramps all day and wants to go lie down. Not to be mean but that instantly brightens your mood. It’s very likely she would have Jungkook stay at home with her to treat her like a princess. You could finally enjoy a night out with no problems.

The ding of the elevator doors opening dampens your celebration. It’s completely put out when Jungkook walks into the room. “Jungkook what are you doing here?” You snap a little meaner than you meant to be. He stops and looks surprised by your tone. “Am I not supposed to be here?” He asks looking around at the empty room. “No. Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound that way. I just got a message that Mina isn’t feeling well. I expected you would be with her.”

Jungkook smiles now that he knows you’re not mad. “Yeah. She said she wanted to rest by herself and would probably sleep early.” You figure Mina likely started her period. Knowing her, she wouldn’t want Jungkook to see her in comfy old clothes, eating way too much chocolate, and lounging around with a heating pad. Girls in early relationships have an image to uphold.

“So why are you here then?” You ask in a nicer tone. Jungkook rubs the back of his neck. “Well I’m going out to the bar again with the other interns. I figured you’re also going out with the secretaries. I thought it would be nice of me to walk you there so you weren’t alone.” You can’t help but smile. He’s really such a sweet guy.

“Thank you Jungkook. I appreciate the offer. Though I worry what others will think to see you with me the first time you’re not with Mina.” You say this casting a glance at the security camera wondering if Minwoo is watching you now. Jungkook’s smile drops. “Oh. I hadn’t really thought about that.” He replies sadly. “I’m sure you didn’t. Unfortunately it’s something you need to always think about in this office.” You add annoyed.

“I could at least ride the elevator down with you? I’ll get off on the fourth floor and catch up with Namjoon.” Jungkook suggests. That sounds harmless enough. It’s very unlikely anyone would get on at any of the floors in between. “Sure. We could do that.” You nod and walk toward the elevator. Jungkook follows quickly behind.

Once the metal doors close with the two of you inside, Jungkook clears his throat. “Can I ask you something?” He asks nervously. You look at him eyebrows raised. “I suppose.” “Does Mina talk a lot about our personal life to you ladies?” “Yes she does. Unbearably often and in great detail.” You answer frankly. Jungkook blushes. He’s not sure if he wants to ask just how much you know.

“Do you not like that she talks about it?” You’re genuinely concerned. Jungkook hums and takes a minute to think. “I guess I don’t mind? A lot of the other guys started cheering me right after it first happened and I was wondering how they found out. They don’t really tease me much anymore now so it’s fine.” That answer doesn’t sound very convincing to you. “If you don’t like her talking about it then say something to her. Honestly, please say something to her. We’re all getting a little tired of hearing about it.”

The elevator stops at the fourth floor as you finish saying this. Jungkook nods. “Thanks for the advice. See you at the bar.” He smiles and steps out of the opening doors. You hope he does say something and your Friday nights can go back to normal.

The bar was really just what you needed. The interns, secretaries, and a few others all sit together at a few big tables. There’s lots of good junk food shared around, pleasant conversation, and plenty of drinks. Jungkook sits almost on the other side of the room from you and barely looks in your direction. You almost forget he’s there all together. Mostly you drink your wine and soak in the atmosphere.

By your third glass it’s nearing 10pm. Minwoo sent you a message a few minutes ago saying he’d likely be out at least another hour. Everyone else has started to suggest heading home or going out to another place. There’s the risk of falling asleep, but going home to wait for Minwoo is the best option to you. Maybe you could get a head start on the fun and be ready with something special.

With there being more than just the girls together there wasn’t much gossip or stories to tell so you all paid your own bills. Most of your group is all piled outside at the same time. The sidewalk is a bit crowded before you’re all parting different ways. You’re close to the curb to hail a cab after you’ve said goodbye to everyone.

Two overly drunk guys trying to pass through your group end up knocking into someone. It causes a chain reaction of people getting pushed. You get pushed in the end. When you step you have nowhere to go but over the edge of the curb. Yoona and Sooji manage to grab you before you end up falling face first into the street, but you end up awkwardly turning your ankle. When they pull you back you yelp out in pain stepping with the twisted ankle.

Everyone nearby who saw what happened or heard your shout start asking if you’re okay and what happened. Yoona and a lot of the guys are arguing with the drunkards. You lean most of your weight on Sooji and hold up your hurt leg. You try but you can’t put any weight on it. Namjoon kneels down and takes a look at it. He gently pushes down around the area making you hiss in pain.

“Good news is I don’t think anything’s broken but I’m sure it will be a pretty bad sprain. Do you want us to take you to the hospital?” Namjoon tells you straightening back up. You shake your head. You really don’t want to deal with the hospital right now. “No. It’s late and I know how to treat a sprain. I can see my doctor in the morning for it.” “Alright. Well let’s get you a cab then.” Namjoon calls for a taxi to come.

“Can you put any weight on it?” JaeHee asks you. You try to take a step even with Sooji helping you but even setting your foot down hurts. “I don’t know if any of us can carry you.” Yoona says. Jungkook steps in then waiting for a way he could help. “I’m sure I could carry her.” He states gesturing to take Sooji’s place as your crutch.

You’re passed off and Jungkook carefully picks you up bridal style. “Oh, wow.” One of the girls audibly swoons. You’re just as surprised. He’s not even straining at all to hold you up. “Jungkook you don’t mind taking her home for us?” Namjoon asks. “Of course not.” The younger answers. You’re just glad no one is teasing or making jabs about him taking you home.

The taxi arrives not too much later. You both say your goodbyes and promises to update when you’ve arrived safely. Jungkook gently sets you in the seat and jogs around to the other side. He asks you if you’re comfortable enough right away. There’s not much you can do about the cramped back seat of car beside take off your high heel. Besides giving directions to the driver the ride is quiet. You have to heavily insist on paying for the ride against Jungkook’s insisting.

He carries you into your building. While he steadily holds you in the elevator you both pointedly avoid making any eye contact. You’re definitely not thinking about how strong and solid he feels. The last time you felt his toned chest was the awkwardly intimate moment with the vibrator. Both of you are pointedly trying not to think about that.

Jungkook has no problem getting the two of you through your door, kicking off his shoes and setting you down on your couch. He’s amazed at how spacious and neat your apartment is. It’s obviously an expensive place. “Wow. Your place is really nice.” He comments looking around. “Thanks. Can you put these over there for me?” You ask holding out your shoes.

He takes them over and puts them in the empty spot on your shoe rack and brings over your slippers. “This is embarrassing to ask but could you help me over to the bathroom?” “Sure!” He picks you right back up and carries you over to the bathroom. It’s a little difficult to do without hurting yourself but you manage to use the restroom. There’s no way you’re getting your stockings back on so they get kicked over to your laundry basket.

You open the door but Jungkook’s not there. “Jungkook?” You call out for him. He comes over in an instant and picks you right back up. He carries you over to the couch again and settles you among the cushions. “You should keep your foot elevated for a little while.” He helps you put a pillow under your legs. “I hope you don’t mind me going into your fridge.” He says pulling a bag of ice wrapped in a towel off your coffee table.

“No, thank you so much Jungkook. You’re doing so much.” The ice feels so nice on the already swollen joint. “I got you some water too if you want.” He says holding out the glass. You take it gratefully. “Wow what service. Mina might actually be lucky to have you.” You regret saying that when you see Jungkook’s stunned reaction. You look away from him and drink your water.

Jungkook asks you if he could use your bathroom. That gives you time to check your phone and settle in. Minwoo hasn’t said anything since his last text. It’s now around 10:40 and you figure he’ll likely be done around 11. You send him a text to let him know you got hurt. He’ll likely come home as soon as he reads it and come to take care of you.

Jungkook comes back and goes right down to the end of your couch by your feet. He lifts the ice bag and sets it on the coffee table. He gently presses around the swollen tissue. You pull your foot back in pain. “Sorry I just want to check again to be sure nothing’s torn or broken.” You let him take back your leg and examine the painful area. “I don’t think it’s anything serious but you should go to the doctor tomorrow.”

He moves his hands up higher to massage the upper part of your ankle into your calf. You stop flinching in pain and enjoy the good feeling. Jungkook takes his time rubbing the muscles. He carefully passes over your sprain and starts massaging your foot. You hum in enjoyment. It’s the worst possible moment for him to remember this is the same foot you got him off with. He tries to put his thoughts into just the massage but it’s difficult when you close your eyes and moan softly.

He takes one hand away from the massage to adjust himself in his pants while you have your eyes closed. The movement makes you open your eyes and you catch him. He stops when you do, so embarrassed at being caught. “You really must have a foot fetish.” You tease. Jungkook goes red to the ears. “No! Of course I don’t. That’s so gross.” He whines. You laugh. “What’s got you all excited then? Still can’t massage a girl without getting hard? Thought you’d be a little better about that by now.”

Jungkook stops touching you all together and stands up. “Sorry. I forgot we established it as a noona kink and maybe some masochism. But there’s no way you actually enjoyed that or want to go through the humiliation again.” You ask seriously. Jungkook steps closer and looks you right in the eyes. “It’s nothing like that at all okay? Isn’t this how any normal man reacts to being alone with a woman he’s attracted to? You want me to act like a stone with you moaning like that? After the things we’ve done before?”

You’re surprised by his outburst. He’s never talked back like this before. The intensity burning in his gaze is unfairly hot. For once he doesn’t look like such an innocent sweet boy. He looks like a man and that’s just not right. He’s not allowed to look that way.

“I’m sorry for offending you Jungkook-ie. I was only teasing. No need to get all worked up.” You break the eye contact and sip your water. Jungkook clicks his tongue in annoyance. He knows you’re doing this to get a rise out of him. You’ve always got the upper hand on him. The way you called him Jungkook-ie in that mocking tone should annoy him the most but of course he loves it.

“Whatever. I just wish you wouldn’t treat me like some little kid. I’m a normal adult. Sorry I’m not up to your standards.” Jungkook huffs. “Cumming in your pants like a teenager sure doesn’t help your case much.” You know you’re plucking at sensitive strings but you can’t help yourself.

Jungkook can't believe you brought that up. Being a little tipsy in the comfort of your home has changed you. You're smiling and teasing him so much. Jungkook laughs and shakes his head. “I've had a lot of practice since then, Noona.” He purposely stresses the title. “I've heard plenty about your practice. Sounds like you had a lot of self practice before you got the real thing.”

Jungkook can feel his ears warming but manages to keep his eye contact. “Yes. I put your advice to good use. I told you I'm a fast learner.”

“Well practice makes perfect. Why don't you be a good boy and show me what you practiced.” You smile and set down your glass. Jungkook's brain short circuits. He must have imagined you saying that.

“Show- show you how I built my stamina?” He asks to be sure that's what you really want. “Yes. I want to see for myself how much you've improved. The teacher should grade the student.”

Jungkook stands there like a statue. What exactly do you want him to do? Should he drop his pants and start jacking off like that? Do you want to be touched at all?

You giggle watching the boy panic. “Poor Jungkook-ie. You need me to give you all the directions again? Why don't you start by getting into position for me? Come here and kneel on the rug by me.” You point at the spot just by your elbow.

Goodness knows why but, Jungkook obeys quickly. He knows he's going to regret this later. You reach your hand out and place it gently on his chest. All the alarm bells going off in his brain quiet once you're touching him. You run the back of your fingers up the center of his chest and stop at the top button. The button pops open with a practiced flick of your fingers.

"Tell me. Do you watch porn when you practice?" You ask. "No!" Jungkook whines. You smirk. "Then what do you think about?" His cheeks flush a little and he looks down to your hand smoothing down further. The second button goes just as easily. "I bet you thought about me didn't you? It's written all over your face. You could have easily thought of your girlfriends naked body but, you thought of me fully clothed getting you off in your pants." Jungkook blushes up to his ears.

"Be a dear and hand me that book will you?" The question is so jarring. Jungkook looks up and has to process what you asked. You're pointing to an old-looking leather bound book on the coffee table. "That one there."

Jungkook turns and hands it to you. He notices that something feels off about it. It doesn't feel solid and heavy like a book that thick should. You set it in your lap and look back to him. "Now be a good boy and take your bottoms off for me."

Jungkook feels a second round of whiplash. He doesn't move, only opens his mouth to ask about the book. "What's wrong? Got stage fright?" You tease. "No, just wh-" "Then do as your told." You interrupt and look at him pointedly.

The boy swallows and starts to undo his belt. He gets everything undone and realises there's no way he can get them off in this position. "Am I allowed to stand, your highness?" He quips. You narrow your eyes. "Don't you talk to me that way. You know how to address me properly."

If you didn't look so serious he would think you were teasing. He's ashamed to say he's a little frightened you'll tell him to leave. He's so weak for you. "Sorry Noona. May I stand?" Your face stays cold and serious. "No. For punishment you can just pull them down as far as they go and be uncomfortable."

He quickly follows your instructions. Pushes his pants and boxers down to his knees. It's just enough for his cock to be freed. Seeing it bare puts your earlier suspicions to rest. He's very well endowed. "Go ahead and show me your improvement."

The start is awkward for Jungkook. Sure he's kind of hard but how's he supposed to get in the mood with you just sitting there staring at him? He starts by running a shaking hand over his whole length then going into some light strokes. Once he starts a bit of a rhythm you reach for the book. With a pull on the sewn in bookmark the cover pops up a little. You open the lid and Jungkook now understands that it's a hollow book for storing things.

His curiosity gets the best of him and his hand has stopped. You give him a pointed look. "Nevermind what I'm doing. You just keep going." You stare at him until he gets back into his slow steady rhythm. There’s no pleasure in his touch now. Not when you’re watching him so intently and he’s so curious about what’s in the book.

Once you’re pleased enough with his actions you focus back on the book. “Since you thought about me while you practice, why don’t I give you something similar to look at.” Jungkook furrows his brow in confusion until you open the book. You pull out a massage wand just big enough to fit diagonally in the box. Beside it are a small stack of condoms and some lube.

The boys eyes go wide and his hand stops again. You tisk at this. “You’re really bad at listening today aren’t you?” Jungkook swallows hard but is still entranced by the toy in your hand. “I think you need a little punishment. Here put this on so you don’t make a mess.” With your other hand you toss a condom at his chest.

Jungkook tries to keep his hands from shaking as he fiddles with the little foil and rolls the rubber on. “Now I expect you to keep stroking yourself no matter what, until I tell you to stop or I’ll really have to punish you.”

The extra glide from the lubed surface of the condom finally makes this start to feel good for Jungkook. His brain goes on a tangent of how this could be a punishment. Where would you have let him finish before this? That train of thought is wiped as soon as the buzz from your toy starts up. It startles him a bit. His gaze snaps back to you.

At first you’re just holding the toy up, judging Jungkook’s initial reaction. His hand doesn’t stop this time so you get yourself comfortable. You bring the wand up to your neck and shoulders, using it for it’s more innocent purpose. You take your time giving your tense muscles a little massage.

Jungkook’s brain overthinks this too. Maybe you really do just use this as a body massager. Maybe his dirty mind automatically assumed it was for something else. No. Given the circumstances he’s sure it must be for other pleasures as well. You’re just teasing him as well. “I know how excited you get from massaging me. Does watching me do it give the same effect?” You tease. Yeah he’s sure you’re messing with him.

“I’d rather be giving it to you.” He quips. You smirk, pleased he can still play along. “Too bad you don’t deserve to. Your hands are quite talented.” From the corner of your eye you notice the stutter in Jungkook’s stroke. “I’ll just have to please myself until you learn some control.”

Without breaking eye contact you move the massager down to your breasts. You can barely feel it through your shirt and bra but it still feels nice. Jungkook’s eyes glance at your chest and come right back to your face. You smile. “You can look. That’s what I’m doing it for. I’m trying to make your practice as accurate as possible.” He looks back and forth between your breasts and your face before settling on the toy. He wishes he could see your breasts bare and jiggling from the vibrations. His cock twitches just from the thought.

You would love to take off your bra and get the full effect but that would be too much of a treat for the boy who doesn’t deserve it. Instead you turn the wand up one setting and take your time pressing it into any sore spots. You spend extra time on your nipples, feeling them peak into your bra. Jungkook won’t be able to see it through your clothes but, he does a fine job imagining it.

Once your breasts are nicely stimulated it’s time to move on. Jungkook watches intently as you move it down. You stop and rub it over the inside of your thighs. Goosebumps rise from how it tickles you. It takes a bit of readjusting but you keep moving down to massage your sore ankle. Jungkook doesn’t realize he huffs out a breath until you give him a questioning look.

After making sure that he’s still moving his hand you smirk and get back to your massage. The massager bumps a little too strong into the painful area. You wince and move it away quickly. “Careful, Noona.” Jungkook says softly, still not stopping his strokes. He’s looking much less fazed. That’s your cue to move on.

You bring the toy back up between your thighs and right to your center. There’s not much feeling through your tight skirt and underwear. You can just barely get it over the top of your slit. That’s just not going to do. You press your hardest for a minute or so, more to tease Jungkook. You give him a quick glance to make sure he’s watching you. His eyes are glued to the toy.

He gives the smallest whine when you click off the massager and set it down beside you. “Don’t you worry baby.” You chuckle. He’d be more upset at your teasing if he weren’t so drawn in by your fingertips pulling up the hem of your skirt. You stop just before the end of your butt and bring your hands under the fabric. With a little wiggling you adjust your panties to be more flush with your clit.

It’s not what Jungkook was hoping for, but once you turn the toy back on and tuck it underneath your skirt, he drops his disappointment. You hum at finally getting the vibrations right where you want them. One hand holds the toy handle and the other keeps your skirt in place.

You let your head fall back on the pillow behind you and close your eyes. It lets you concentrate on the feelings and sounds. You keep your ears perked to Jungkook’s sounds. His slightly uneven breathing, the slick slide of his hand over the rubber in an even rhythm, and the slight hum of your toy. They make it easy to lose yourself in the moment.

Jungkook doesn’t have to know that you’re imagining him using a vibe on himself. You’ll definitely have to add that when he gets better stamina. Well that is if you continue to do this, but you won’t. You can only imagine what you’d do to him if this became a regular thing but it won’t, it can’t. The wrongness of these encounters turns you on much more than it should. It’s dangerous how easily this man breaks your resolve.

Your clit throbs and without thinking you let out a small moan. Jungkook sucks in a breath and moans with you. Ready to scold him, you open your eyes to look at him. You’re caught off guard but how hot he looks. He’s flicking his wrist in earnest, the veins in his forearm standing out against his skin. Even his biceps are stretching the rolled up sleeves of his button down. What really throws you off is his intense stare. Knowing that he’s watching your face makes your cheeks redden. It’s difficult but you manage to keep eye contact with him.

“Are you close?” You try to keep your voice strong. “I could be. What about you?” Jungkook answers nearly as straight. You click your tongue at his attitude. “I could be.” You throw right back at him. “Noona, let me fuck you. It would be so much better for both of us.” Jungkook offers all too easily. You hate the shiver you get. It’s an incredibly tempting offer but that’s a line you do not want to cross with him. “I don’t think you deserve to touch me. Besides that’s not what this training is about.” You reply. “Isn’t it though? I thought the final point was that I could please a girl before finishing myself?” He argues. You hate that he makes a good point. “Such a brat. You definitely don’t deserve it. Just for that I want you to go faster. I think you’ve been holding back a little too much.” You command.

Jungkook wants to fight back but he knows he can’t. You’ll send him home still hard without feeling a bit of remorse. He obeys and moves his hand faster. A groan slips past his lips when you follow along and click the massager up one level. You move it down over your entrance a bit feeling how wet you’ve gotten. It brings up how empty you feel. It would be perfect if you had another toy to fill you up. Too bad you’ll have to do for now with bringing the vibe back to your clit. The increased speed brings you close much faster. You can tell it’s got the same effect on Jungkook. His breathing is heavy and stuttering. Every so often his strokes lose rhythm and he’s fighting not to moan or stop. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and furrows his brow.

“Don’t bite your lip. I want to hear you.” You tell him. He releases his lip with a soft moan. He’s afraid he’ll be crossing a line but this may be a chance to push you over the edge. “Fuck, Noona. I’m so close. You look so hot. I bet you’re so wet right now. Wish I could feel you.” Jungkook moans. His plan works. His words push you right before your peak. You hold long enough to let him off. “You bad boy. I’m close. Go ahead and finish with me.” You pant out and let yourself go. That familiar wave of warmth washes over you, enhanced greatly by the long moans Jungkook lets out as he spills into the condom.

The both of you take your time to come down from your highs. Out of spite and embarrassment you turn your arm to push the massager right to the sensitive tip of Jungkook’s cock. He shouts and tries to roll his hips away. “Sit still.” You scold. It’s difficult but he holds his cock up to the toy. He’s never felt anything like it. In no time he feels a second wave of cum spurting out in the longest orgasm he’s ever had. You’d really planned to push him through overstimulation to a second orgasm but the sound of your phone ringing surprises you both.

Instantly you click off the toy and grab the device. You look at the screen briefly before answering. “Hello?” “Y/N dear did I wake you?” Minwoo’s voice comes over the line. “No I’m still awake.” You answer and look at Jungkook. He’s still panting but sits pretty in position. “Good. Are you okay? Do you need my help? I’m almost home.” “Yes. I’d like some help getting ready for bed if you don’t mind.” Jungkook’s eyes widen in disbelief. There’s no way you just told Minwoo to come over. He starts to shift his weight to stand but you throw him a stern look and point for him to stay still. He must be crazy to obey. “Sure darling. I’ll be there in about 10 minutes.” Minwoo replies. “Sounds good. See you soon.” With that you both hang up.

“Sorry but it’s time to say goodnight. Go ahead and get yourself cleaned up.” You tell Jungkook. He sits there for a moment just in shock still of how you can break this off so easily. If he weren’t terrified of his boss finding him here like this he might have stayed and given you a piece of his mind. Or at least that’s what he tells himself. He feels pathetic, slowly getting to his feet, pulling off the filled condom, and wrapping it in a few tissues from the coffee table. He quickly gets himself cleaned up and redressed.

“You did pretty good. I can tell you’ve practiced. Keep it up.” Your praise is annoyingly good to hear. He doesn’t bother to acknowledge it. He only double checks his pockets for his phone and wallet. “See you Monday, Secretary. I hope you heal quickly.” He bows coldly and lets himself out. You think to yourself that this is exactly why you can keep playing with the boy. He’s smart enough to know his place. So many others would have tried to stay and fight about this or purposely waited for Minwoo to make an argument.

Not long after your doorbell rings and Minwoo is putting in the code to open your door. He kicks off his shoes and comes right over to you. “Hello pretty. Doing okay? What happened?” He shuffles the ice pack that you had tossed back on. “I’ll be fine. Just some stupid drunk pushed me off the side walk and made me twist my ankle.” Minwoo gently brushes over the still swollen skin.

“How did you get home?” “Jeon Jungkook carried me here.” Minwoo looks at you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “Oh he did? That was very kind of him. I really owe him a dinner now.” You hum. “I suppose so. The others offered him up since he’s the only one who could carry me so far.”

“Still it was such a gentlemanly thing for him to do. I’ll have to thank him for taking care of the most important person in the company.” You smile and nod in response. Minwoo could very well be hinting at taking care of you in another way. “He was very attentive until I sent him home.”

“Well let’s get you up to the bedroom first. How does that sound?” “That would be nice.” Minwoo has you hold the ice pack. He comes to the side and puts his arms under you. In one smooth lift he picks you up to his chest and you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel much more at home in this pair of strong arms. The two of you share a smile while he carries you to the bedroom.

With steady careful moves he sets you on the edge of the bed. “Let’s get these work clothes off you first. You start on your blouse and I’ll help you with your skirt.” He reaches his hands around you to unzip it and you try your best to lift your hips for him to pull it off. You pull off your blouse and reach around to unhook your bra. Minwoo starts to slowly pull your panties down your hips but stops when he notices how soaked they are in the center. The wet fabric sticks completely to your core and he pushes a finger right at your entrance. You jump in surprise.

“My, my. What’s got you so wet like this darling?” He asks running his finger up and down. “I’m sorry. I was bad and played with myself while I was waiting for you.” You answer coyly. Minwoo usually has no problem with you pleasuring yourself unless he’s specifically told you not to. He looks you right in the eye as though trying to read if there’s more to it. “You must’ve been needy if you couldn’t wait for me.” “To be fair it started as a regular massage for my ankle.” That makes Minwoo laugh.

“Can’t help yourself can you? Naughty girl. Do you think you should get a punishment?” He asks. Your eyes widen a little. There’s that hidden meaning hanging in the air again, like he knows you’ve been bad. You nod slowly. “Well since you’ve already had your fun, how about if you let me get off and you don’t. I think that sounds fair don’t you?” You pout but still nod. “Yes, sir. I think that’s fair.”

Minwoo starts unbuttoning his own shirt quickly and undoing his belt. “Be a good girl and take those off for me.” He nods toward the panties still clinging to you. By the time you’ve carefully got them off he’s already stripped bare. He comes close and pulls your hips right to the edge of the bed.

With a gentle touch he lifts both your legs. “You need to keep your foot elevated. Can you hold your legs for me?” You follow his direction, tucking your hands behind your knees to hold them. His hands run back down the inside of your thighs right to their apex then slip off. In one swift motion he brings his right hand back up to smack over your clit. You jolt in surprise.

He watches just to be sure you stay in position before swatting his hand at you again. He gives a few more in quick succession a bit harder than the others. “Can you hear how wet you still are?” He asks rubbing his fingers to soothe the sting of the smacks then right down the middle. “Yes, sir.” You can clearly hear the wet sounds of his fingers.

“You’re only wet like this for me, right?” He asks and immediately pushes two fingers into your entrance. You moan out a yes. “That’s right it is.” Yes is what he wants to hear, but he knows it’s not the truth. You know he knows. You’re not sure how, but he does. So when he pulls his fingers out and gives your clit four more smacks you can’t complain. You both know you deserve it.

His touch disappears altogether but is soon replaced. With it gripped in his hand, he rubs the end of his cock over your slick cunt. “Be a good girl now and let me take what’s mine. Don’t you dare cum.” He commands lowly, teasing at your entrance. He waits for your reply of ‘yes, sir’ before pushing in.

He doesn’t give you time to enjoy the first feeling but does start slow. He takes his time stroking in and out slowly, fully enjoying your heat wrapped around him. You spread your legs a little wider to make room for him to lean forward. He breaths over one of your perked nipples but never actually touches. Only teases the touches your wish you could get.

Gradually he picks up the pace. He angles the thrust to hit just where it’s best for you every few times on purpose. Just enough to get you riled up. His lips ghost higher to just below your ear. “You’re lucky I’m too tired tonight for toys. I feel like I ought to leave you strapped to your vibrator for a while. Not sure why I get the feeling you deserve it.” He growls. You’re not sure what to say. He continues on in your silence.

“Maybe I’m just paranoid because you were alone again with that young intern? He’s such a nice young man. It’s a shame he’s taken such a liking to you.” You feel like he really means that. Jungkook is a good worker after all. “Do you wish this were him fucking you to bed? Hm?” “No. Of course not. Only you can touch me. I sent him away.” You pant.

Minwoo has it in mind to ask if you sent him away before or after you had your fun with him but he doesn’t. You could have very easily told him not to come tonight and besides your panties being wet you seemed untouched. “Yes you did. Good girl.” He kisses your neck softly then stands back up straight.

He replaces his hands for your on your legs. “You can touch yourself if you want as a reward, but you still can’t cum.” He offers. It’s a double edged sword. You know he actually means for you to touch yourself in some way to make this more difficult. As a middle ground you decide to play with your breasts.

Minwoo smirks and starts really pounding into in earnest. He’s hitting your spot more and more often and it’s driving you crazy. You try to get the most and the least pleasure out of playing with your nipples. It feels like forever before Minwoo’s thrusts start to falter. All of a sudden he pulls out completely and jacks himself off to completion all over your stomach. Your pussy throbs from the loss. To make it worse, Minwoo leaves the last bit of cum on the tip and rubs it into your clit.

He watches you squirm and moan. He’s got you right on the edge and pushing. Just when you think you might not hold it, he pulls away. It takes a ton of will power not to close your legs and rub them together. Your walls are fluttering in anticipation and tears are coming to your eyes in frustration. By the time you finally start to settle, Minwoo comes to wipe the cooling cum off of your stomach.

“You did good.” He kisses your forehead. It’s a poor consolation but you’re a good girl. You don’t whine or pout. You’re getting just what you deserve. “Let’s get you washed up for bed. Think you can handle that?” Minwoo asks getting ready to pick you up from the bed. “Yeah, especially if you wash me.” You flutter your lashes at him and he smiles. “Sure. I can do that.”

-E.최

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