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hulu & woohoo

summary: But there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Jersey Shore boner. warnings: slight feelings of insecurity, smut; fingering, cunnilingus, cum eating, squirting, handjobs, unprotected, riding, slight praise kink misc: if you’re not a Jersey shore fan honestly GET OUT, mentions of capitalism😡, more kind/understanding kook, basically a “what are we?” fic but silly, irresponsible emailing habits, its so dumb just read wc: 6.3k

[ this is a sequel to netflix & chill !! ]

started off silly then I was like 😳what if we sprinkled in a dilemma™️😳 anyway here’s the kook i imagined for this fic <3

Contrary to popular belief, Jungkook does in fact have his own paid subscription to Netflix. He doesn’t ride on his family account anymore, nor does he swindle his friends into sharing their passwords ‘just once.’ Just like everything else about his mature persona, Jungkook is adamant on paying those ten and something dollars for the streaming platform.

However, his fall into capitalism doesn’t end there.

Among other things, Jungkook also pays for Hulu, Amazon Prime, Disney Plus, HBO, as well as a couple indie stuff you’ve never heard of in all your years. He’s a bigger nerd than you originally thought, with an incessant need to watch every single piece of media available.

Frankly, you don’t see the need to own so many different streaming services, especially not when pirating websites exist and you could so easily watch Jersey Shore for free, if you’re not too concerned with infecting your laptop with every software virus known to humankind. Luckily for you, your app developer boo with his—admittedly tiny—knowledge in computers can iron out those issues for you.

It’s moments like these, Jungkook fiddling with the internal system settings of your laptop to the best of his abilities, that you find yourself grateful for having met Jungkook, and even if it’s been a little over two months now and he still hasn’t popped the question (“Will you be my girlfriend?”), you’d still kiss him silly.

He sighs for the umpteenth time, rubbing his eyes as he stares at the same system warning on the screen. “Babe, just pay the six bucks for Hulu and you can watch all the Jersey Shore episodes you want,” he says, leaning back in his chair as he stares at you from across the dining table.

You scoff, almost scandalized by his suggestion. “You think I have the resources to hand over six bucks every month?” You abandon your homework in front of you, the one you had so dutifully been working on before your computer was flooded with about a thousand Hot Moms in YOUR Area! notifications before abruptly shutting down. “Buddy, that's lunch at Starbucks.”

Jungkook clicks around a few more times, round glasses sliding down his nose which he will occasionally scrunch up to save from falling. “First of all, lunch at Starbucks sounds sad,” he retorts, and you kick his shin from beneath the table. He doesn’t even flinch, the damn muscle bunny, instead leveling you with an unimpressed glare. “Second of all, I told you I’d give you my passwords but you said—“

“No!” You exclaim.

Call it what you want, but that rose-tinted image of Jungkook being a saint in this world, too sweet and naive for his own good, never faded. Your brain saw it that night of your first date and ran with it, never mind the fact he was quite the devious scoundrel, gentlemanly perception be damned the way he’d tug at your skirts and your hair in public like you were on the playground, always teasing, always playing with you, so discreetly no one would ever see it coming from him, of all people. Your brain saw all that too, the little childish streak he’d get sometimes, but your heart stomped it out, wrapped up in the image of Jungkook being your golden boy, and you couldn’t possibly take advantage of such an angel’s kindness to mooch off his streaming services.

From across the table, Jungkook gives you a pointed look, as if he knows you’re trapped in that brain of yours again. Unlike you, Jungkook was easily able to pick apart your true personality, and the way the devil on your shoulder spoke more often than not. He knew you were prone to outrageous schemes and evil villain monologues, and he still kept you around. Let you linger around his home in his big shirts and eat his healthy breakfasts with him. Jungkook liked you, as silly and mean as you were, and he was very obvious about it.

“The password—“

“Is none of my business,” you halt him with a tone of finality in your voice, gesturing for him to slide the beat up laptop back over. Jungkook sighs, runs a hand over his face like you’ve worn him out, but relents.

Taking it with a triumphant grin, you settle back into your seat, nudge his foot with yours beneath the table. Jungkook nudges you back, the adorable fuzzy socks he was wearing making you giggle, a sound that finally brings a smile to his face. “Y’know…” he says, “if you’re gonna be the Disney villain you claim to be, you might as well just take all my passwords.”

Rolling your eyes, you focus your attention back on copying some notes for class, falling back into the rhythm of glancing at the screen and back at your notebook. “You’re cute,” you mindlessly hum, taking great pleasure in the rosy hue that rises to his cheeks, one he tries to hide by coughing into his elbow. You set your pencil down, watch him squirm under your gaze like he always does, blushy and shy like he hadn’t had you twisted like a pretzel beneath him an hour ago. “Don’t worry about it,” you tell him, reaching over to place your hand over his, where it’s idly tapping over some textbook he’s got out. Immediately, he turns it over, squeezes your palm in his. “I don’t mind getting thirty two viruses an hour.”

The reluctant worry in his gaze remains, sweet puppy eyes flickering over you as if trying to catch a hint of a lie. He was so adorable, you could kiss him silly. Finally, Jungkook gives in, though he does so with a lot of effort; letting you fool around on pirating websites truly was the bane of his existence. “Just bring it to me if it breaks down again, okay?” He settles, and you nod.

To your surprise, he brings your hand up and presses a kiss to the back of your knuckles, holds your gaze like he absolutely adores you.

He was so handsome, so caring, and so blatantly not yours.

—

“Not heading to your boyfriend's house today?” Doyeon asks the second she steps into your shared dorm, fighting with the boots on her feet. In the last two months of knowing Jungkook (everybody say thank you, Kim Namjoon), it’s become rare to see you home for more than two nights in a row. Jungkook was irresistible in more ways than you could count. If you weren’t falling into bed with him, you were smothering his cute face on the couch, or hovering behind him in the kitchen.

“Not my boyfriend,” you deny, huffy, and she knows how you feel about the subject, which is why she only prods more.

“Wow,” Doyeon drawls, glancing over your shoulder where you’ve got Jersey Shore playing on one half of the screen, an essay document on the other. “The man you see every other night, who looks and fucks like a god, who buys you a shit ton of presents, and treats you like you’re his world… is not your boyfriend?”

On screen, the toxic couple of the century is engaged in another screaming match, the reality tv show quickly spiraling as dramatic music takes over the speakers.

You scratch the back of your head. “Yeah. Well.”

Doyeon almost combusts at your response, flinging herself onto her twin bed in disgust. “He is a fool, a court jester if you will,” she seethes. “You're the hottest babe in a fifteen mile radius chasing after him and he still hasn’t asked you?”

Deciding you can’t comfortably watch the toxicity on screen with Doyeon talking so loudly, you slam down on the spacebar to pause the show. The fickity website, set out to ruin you since you first discovered it a few weeks ago, crashes. It takes your half-assed essay with it as the whole computer suddenly blacks out. You sigh.

“And on top of that,” she’s still going, “you’re hot and evil. Like bro. Come on.”

“Yes, I’m sure every man dreams of getting with an evil seductress,” you sarcastically reply, reaching for your phone to text Jungkook for help, when you suddenly remember why exactly you’re not with him right now. He’d gone to Busan to visit his family this weekend, a quick trip, he’d told you with his tongue down your throat. You shiver at the memory.

You still really want to watch Jersey Shore, though. Almost desperately. It’d been a long time since you watched it, and you honestly forgot the pivotal role that and a bunch of other reality shows had played in shaping you into the conniving woman you were today.

Doyeon seems about done with her tirade against Jeon Jungkook, dramatically storming into the en-suite bathroom you share with your neighbors.

Tapping your phone against your lip, you carefully consider your options. You could just boot your laptop back up, pray for the best and move on. But the 240p episodes were doing a number on your eyes, and for a moment you considered handing over those six bucks to pay for a Hulu membership.

It’s short-lived, and eventually you settle on calling Jungkook.

He answers on the fourth ring, and wherever he is is insanely loud. There’s voices shouting, lots of bustling, until eventually a door closes and Jungkook’s silky voice oozes through the speaker. “Baby? What’s up?”

“Hi,” you respond, feel something disgustingly sweet settle in your chest. “Is this a bad time?” You ask tentatively.

Jungkook laughs, low and raspy. “No,” he tells you, and you hear the smile in his voice. “Never a bad time for you.”

You could lunge through the screen right now, rain kisses down on his face until he’s giggling, telling you it’s too much. The feeling in your chest tightens, and you almost blurt out something embarrassingly cheesy, but a voice in the background calls for him, and Jungkook’s voice responds, “In a sec, mom. I’m talking to a friend right now.”

The glass roof shatters.

Even though you’d just told Doyeon you two weren’t a thing, despite all the coupley things you did, something about Jungkook telling his mom you’re just a friend isn't right. You frown, listen as his mother, a voice just as delicate as his, asks him to grab something from inside. With each second that ticks by, the discomfort you feel grows tenfold, until you’re barely holding yourself together.

Eventually, Jungkook returns. “So what’s up?” He asks again, and you remember what you initially called for. Putting on your big girl pants, you brush your uncalled for insecurities to the side, making sure he can’t detect anything in your tone.

“Your Hulu password. Can I have it?” You say, realize how robotical your voice sounds and belatedly throw in a, “please.”

Jungkook laughs, loud and boyish. The sound almost makes you melt, makes you fall for him even more. The niggling doubt in the back of your head still rings, but it’s temporarily washed away by the man on the phone. “Finally giving in?” He chuckles, doesn’t give you time to respond. “Sure, babe. I’ll text you the login stuff.” You hum, twirl your pencil idly as Jungkook announces he has to go, something about his family waiting on him. You bid him adieu, send him a halfhearted kiss over the phone, and only hope he feels half as content as you do when he does the same for you.

You don’t want to be dramatic about it. In your heart of hearts, you know Jungkook is just more reserved when it comes to dating. He wants to be one hundred percent sure your heart is in the same game as his, tied to the same rules, and putting in the same effort. But there’s a seed of insecurity that plants itself in the back of your head, tells you the reason Jungkook hasn’t asked you out is simply because you’re not good enough.

Jungkook was as rich as they come—not in money, but in personality. (Well, with the way he was advancing through his career, you get the sense he’ll be rich rich in the next few years too.) He had a huge heart, so caring and supportive of those around him, and an even bigger moral compass—hence the ridiculous amounts of streaming services he paid for—and you strongly believed no one was worthy of standing beside someone as wonderful as him.

Sadly, that meant you too.

Jungkook was your dream lover, and with every passing day, you were beginning to think you weren’t his. It had been two months since your first date, and realistically speaking, you know it’s not weird for people to casually date for such a time. It hadn’t been that long, truthfully, but the way you and Jungkook had clicked made it seem so.

He treated you like a queen, pleased your heart and body like no other. None of what Doyeon said earlier was a fib—he picked you up from school in that classy Benz, let you stay the night and sleep in his clothes, ate you out in the morning like you were his breakfast. You acted like you were in a relationship, but what exactly were the two of you?

Were Jungkook’s feelings even at the same level as yours?

Some days, you couldn’t fathom the idea of being so far away from him, texting him incessantly to feel a semblance of his presence. There was always a metaphorical elephant sitting on your chest, the weight of your unlabeled relationship, your insecurities, waiting for him to finally cut you off, decide you’re not what he wants. You wonder sometimes if he sees you out of convenience, but you always remind yourself Jungkook was too emotional and soft to drag someone around like that. (Or was he?)

Realizing how deep you’ve fallen into your spiraling pit of uncertainty, you shake yourself of those thoughts, mindlessly typing in the Hulu login credentials Jungkook texts you.

—

You’re in the student center when Jungkook comes home, laptop and books spread out over a circle table to stop anyone else from coming up to you. You’ve got your headphones in, the background sounds of late 2000’s club music from a Jersey Shore episode drifting through your ears.

A hand suddenly grabs onto your shoulder, and you send nearly half the table’s contents onto the floor when you screech, leg blindly kicking the table. “Woah, woah,” Jungkook calms, pulling out an earbud for you, and the sight of his face makes you relax again, before you’re striking his chest.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” you warn, shooting daggers at him as he pulls a chair close to you, plopping down beside you. Jungkook laughs, kisses your temple.

“You doing okay, beautiful?” He inquires, and your heartbeat, which had only just begun to settle from your fright, lurches at the hooded gaze he sends you.

You nod, unconsciously lean closer to him. Jungkook smiles, cheeks pulled tight when you plant a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Glad to hear it,” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to keep you close.

You never thought you’d be one of those people. Y’know, the couple shoving PDA down everyone’s throats in a very crowded place. But you can’t help it with Jungkook, gaze honed in on the mole beneath his lip as he recounts his trip to his family’s place. His hair is fluffy again, parted a little to the side to show his forehead. He’s got that big dark hoodie on, the one you love. Your love-addled brain thinks, I could give you a family, but you quickly shut that thought down.

There was no need to think as much for a man who wasn’t even your boyfriend.

Before you can spiral, there’s a set of fingers brushing over your neck, almost casually. You return your attention to Jungkook, watch him leisurely gaze over the bustling students around you. “Missed you,” he says quietly, like he doesn’t want anyone to hear. Hell, if your eyes hadn’t been trained on his face, you don’t think you would’ve.

Finally, he glances back at you. He says nothing, his eyes dipping down to your mouth. He leans forward, presses a smooch to your lips, only to smile at you afterward. “Come over?”

The difference between you and Jungkook is that you were very obviously, outwardly evil. You were not embarrassed to admit you were scheming, or that you had ulterior motives behind doing something. You used what you had to your advantage, mastered all types of expressions to get what you wanted.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was a subtle schemer. In fact, he was so goddamn subtle, you doubt he even knew he was a schemer.

But he definitely was one, and your experiences with him were enough to convince you so. There were times he’d stare at you longingly, like a puppy, until you’d do something for him. Times he’d use his demure face to lure you into going to the hardware store for him, into watching some boring documentary with him. Times, like now, where his voice was a little too smooth and low to be considered his normal pitch, clouded gaze sweeping over your features until you understood what he meant by come over.

Numbly, you nod, watch the quirk of his lips as he kisses you once more before gathering your things for you.

The car ride passes by in a flash, Jungkook’s hand on your knee, your head in the clouds. You imagine how easy it would be to just lean over right here, tug him out of his sweats and get that super suck 5000 on him. But Jungkook’s shy, the devil on your shoulder croons, he’d like it better in the backseat, where no one can see.

Your bag hasn’t even touched the floor yet when he pushes you against the door of his house, shoes and coats half off as he envelopes your lips with his.

His hands are warm, cupping your neck to guide you through the kiss, blindly pulling you down the hall. You feel him falter by the stairs, torn between just throwing you on the couch and ravishing you there or making the trip upstairs to the comfort of his bed. You reach up, run your fingers through his hair. “Wherever you want, baby,” you reassure him, and become consumed with glee when his hands grab into the backs of your thighs, hitch you into his arms as he rushes the two of you up the stairs.

The bed is as fluffy as you remember it, and you bounce up towards the pillows after he drops you on the end. He tugs his shirt over his head, chocolate strands coming out a mess afterwards, before crawling up your body. Jungkook’s hands are incessant, grabbing onto every inch of you he possibly can. He kisses up your tummy, pushing your shirt up as he goes, hikes it over the swell of your breasts to gently fondle them in his palms.

When he’s just about suffocated himself between them, he pops back out, catches your gaze with a twinkle in his. “Hi,” you squeak, and Jungkook grins, leaning up to kiss you.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he returns, let’s your tongue slide into his mouth, sucks on the appendage teasingly. You whimper, and Jungkook releases. “You miss me?” He asks, and if you hadn’t been well-versed in the art of Jungkook’s sexy talk, you wouldn’t have noticed the tingle of nervousness that curls around the question.

You placate him, “always.”

It’s all Jungkook needs as he wiggles you out of your clothes, shucks them off somewhere to the side. His hands trail over your body, massage your breasts and pinch the nipples. You sigh, melt into the sheets as he runs his palms over you. He rolls you over, pulls your hips up and carefully pushes your face into the mattress, pushing your hair to the side to peck your neck when he leans over.

“So soft for me, sweetheart,” he purrs, hands slithering around your waist, down your abdomen until the tip of his pointer finger is idly swirling over your clit.

You whine, clutch the comforter beneath you at the touch. “Oh, fuck,” you groan, push your hips back against him. He’s still got his sweats on, and you want desperately to turn around and rip them off of him, feel the press of his cock against your ass.

As if sensing your urgency, Jungkook calms you with kisses trailing over your spine, hot breath fanning over your neck. His fingers slow, just barely grazing over your clit. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” He asks, and you struggle to choke out a response when he presses his finger down against you.

“No,” you eventually gasp, jolt when his hand reaches down, glides through the swollen folds of your cunt.

As if content with your response, Jungkook lets his fingers caress you for a few beats, laps against the side of your neck as you whimper, beg him to continue. When he does, it’s with no ounce of his usual gentle attitude, two fingers shoving forcefully past the tight clench of your pussy lips, deep into your cunt. You shudder, gasping into the sheets.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises, flutters a kiss right below your ear. Your neurons are working overtime, unsure of what to do as he explores your cunt, fingers dragging against your walls. You want to close your eyes, bask in his touches, but every brush of his fingers has them rolling back, fluttering open. “This pussy is mine, isn’t it?”

His fingers curl, briefly brushing over your soft spot. But it’s enough to make you cry out, pant against the sheets. “Yours,” you choke, push back against him like he’ll do it again.

A thumb circles your clit, and the tight feeling in your belly snaps, has you crying out his name as your first orgasm in a few days washes over you. “Jungkook,” you whimper, nearly sob when his hands pull away, letting you flop down onto the mattress in a boneless heap. Your thighs feel sticky, and you watch blearily as Jungkook hovers behind you.

“So quickly?” He chuckles, turning you back over. He spreads your legs, exposing your pussy to the cool air of the room, and you shiver. A lone finger drags over your cunt, collecting the glossy substance on the tip, before Jungkook is sucking it into his mouth.

He had an affinity for this kind of stuff, you’ve learned. Like he genuinely thought your cum was the most delicious thing in the entire world. That being said, you’re not surprised when he ducks down, pushes your legs to your chest as he begins devouring your pussy.

“Slow down,” you gasp, hand curling in his hair as he spares you not, sensitivity be damned. He was gonna lick you clean. He groans, tongue shoved into your cunt, cute nose brushing against your clit. “Kook,” you warn, though it’s more of a shuddered cry. “I-I’ll come again.”

He pulls off with a wet smack, licks over his tongue as he narrows you with a daring glare. Gone was your sweet Jungkook, replaced with this cum-eating heathen who only purrs, “in my mouth” at your warning.

You scream when the second orgasm hits you, pushing his face against your cunt as his tongue continues, lapping at your folds and your hole as a gush of wetness spurts out of you. For a second, your vision pales, soundless cries caught in your throat as you come all over his face. When you touch down on earth again, your body feels featherlight.

Jungkook is watching you from between your thighs, his face, hair, and chest glistening. “Oh fuck,” he gasps, shit-eating grin slowly consuming his features. “Did you just.”

You groan, cover your face with your palms as Jungkook settles over you, beaming excitedly at your newest ability. “No,” you whine, pushing him away from where he’s basically glued to your cheek. “That’s so weird.”

He laughs, cute and airy. “Fuck, sweetheart, you squirted all over me,” he sighs, cuddles against you, and you wrap your arms around him only to hide your face in his shoulder, also glistening with your pleasure. He shifts closer, and the hard press of his cock rubs along the inside of your thigh.

“Can we take a break?” You murmur quietly, hesitantly. “I can’t feel my legs.” Jungkook nods, presses a kiss to your temple as he gets off the bed, tossing his t-shirt over to you. He stumbles towards the en-suite, comes back with a dry face and chest; his hair is still damp. He tugs the sheets out from under you, cuddles close. He’s got the two of you wrapped up in no time, your head cradled against his shoulder as he reaches out blindly for the tablet he keeps on the side of his bed, the Hulu app already open.

“Any requests?” He hums, scrolling through the multitude of movies and shows. You wiggle closer, stop his finger when he returns to the home page, and Jersey Shore is the first thing to appear. “You’re kidding.”

“It’s a good show!” You defend, click on it before he can argue. You press closer, throw a leg over his waist where you can feel his still rock hard member hiding beneath his sweats. Poor guy, you think, he must be suffering. But you have to rest for a moment if you wanna ride the shit out of him and knock him breathless like you’d planned.

Jungkook doesn’t comment on the erection he’s sporting, instead choosing to criticize everything wrong with Jersey Shore. You’re not surprised. He’s an avid film nerd, obsessed with ‘real’ storylines, not whatever reality tv shows were.

You’ve seen this episode about a hundred times, so you don’t really mind that he completely ruins it for you with his nitpicking. It’s cute, listening to him ramble about television integrity while you listen to the subtle thudding of his heart beneath your ear.

He’s on his fifth slandering of DJ Pauly D when you decide you’ve had enough, muscles in your legs feeling rejuvenated as you wiggle into his lap, toss the tablet off to the side as you straddle him. “That show makes you hard?” You tease, let your sensitive folds settle over the bulge in his pants.

Jungkook combusts, cheeks flushing at your jab. “No,” he huffs, “my pretty girlfriend’s boobs pressed up against me does.”

You short circuit.

“Huh?” You blurt dumbly. Jungkook rolls his eyes, too concerned with guiding your hips over his crotch to realize you’re having a complete meltdown in your head. An airy moan leaves his mouth, head lolling back against the pillows, when he moves you just right, grinds against you perfectly. But there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Jersey Shore boner. “Kook,” you say, cup his face in your palms to force him to look you in the eye.

Jungkook huffs, pointedly looking down at where you sit on him, “babe, gonna need you to—“

“What did you say?” You interrogate, press your foreheads together until he has no choice but to look at you.

Annoyed with your act, he groans. “Babe, your hips,” he urges, almost desperately.

“No,” you retort, “not until you say it again.”

“Say what again?” He cries, lips twitching in irritation, and you’re about two seconds from behind shoved into the mattress, pounded into from behind like he’d done the last time you teased him a little too much.

“That I’m your girlfriend!” You exclaim, heart hammering in your ears.

Jungkook seems to finally halt at that. “Oh,” he responds, leaning back to scan over your expression. “You are?” He says, unsure of what point you’re trying to make.

Your brain fizzes at the news. “Since when?” You cry, suddenly feeling dumb for all the time you spent moping over this perfect boy you thought didn’t want you. “You never asked!”

Jungkook levels you with an unimpressed stare, reaches over for the iPad you tossed to the side, some dramatic fight scene on a boardwalk taking place on screen. You wanna scream. Why is he so concerned with Jersey Shore now of all times?

Before you can rain down your displeasure on him, he’s turning it around and showing you a bookmarked email.

It’s from you, apparently, sent a few weeks back at exactly two in the morning. You glance at the date received. It’s from Doyeon’s half birthday, when the two of you had drunk yourselves silly on wine. The title is some mix of dashes and exclamation points, but that’s irrelevant when the contents of the email come to view, some stupid slur of beeee myyy boyfrienderdd????? ;))((;;; that has your jaw dropping in mortification.

You glance back at Jungkook, who seems just as confused as you. “What the hell?” You shriek, snatch the tablet from his hand to see that not only was it a single email, but a thread of emails all asking the same question—there’s even a three stanza sonnet detailing your love for the mole on the side of his neck. You could die. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?! I was so drunk— how could you even take me seriously?”

Jungkook shrugs, almost amused now as he watches you scroll through the twenty emails you sent him. “The next day you told me you really liked me over lunch, so I didn’t mind. Besides, drunk words are sober thoughts, y’know.”

You stare in disbelief. “You told your mom I was your friend,” you whisper.

The blood rises to his cheeks quickly. “Babe,” he sputters. “I’m not exactly introducing her to every girl I date after three weeks.”

It makes sense, and you hate how much it does so. Pursing your lips, you look away, focus on the bedside table and hope he doesn’t see the tears that threaten to spew out of your eyes. He does, he always does. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He hums, sits up to pull you into his arms. One hand brushes over the back of your head, gently. Softly. “Did that upset you?”

You shake your head no, can’t help the ugly Kim Kardashian sob that rips itself from your throat. “I thought you didn’t like me,” you sniffle, covering your face with the iPad when he tries to duck closer and get a look at you. “Because it’s been two months.”

Jungkook shushes you, hugs you close to his chest as you cry like a baby over some apparently unjustifiable doubts. “That big brain of yours,” he sighs, kisses the frown of your head. “Too busy being evil to be logical.” You whine in protest, and Jungkook chuckles, carefully laying back with you clinging to his chest.

He lets you cry it out, palms rubbing over your back, listens to the annoying Jersey Shore opening song playing when the episode ends. When you’re done, you sit up, try to pretend your eyes aren’t swollen and puffy. Jungkook smiles. “All good?”

You might love him.

“I’m gonna ride you,” you announce, and he chokes in surprise, and before he can try to convince you it’s okay, you’re wrestling his sweats and boxers off, taking his half hard cock into your hand. Jungkook flounders, tries to calm you down, but you’re on a mission, working your hand over him until he’s fattening in your hold, melting into the pillows.

“Baby,” he grunts, rolling his hips into your palm. You lean over, pucker your lips and let a thick drop of saliva fall onto the tip of his cock. It trickles over your fingers, makes it easier to run your hands over him. Jungkook groans, reaches down to cup his hand over yours, urging you to squeeze tighter.

When he’s finally as hard as you want him, tip engorged and angry, you sit up, place your palms on his chest as you scoot over him. Jungkook watches you with dark eyes, skin flushed as you line him up. His hands reach for your hips to steady you, tiny gasps falling from his lips at the first prod against your folds. You’re wet from watching him squirm beneath you, from feeling the heavy weight of his cock in your hand, and you hope he feels how much he excites you.

“That’s it,” he croons as you slowly sink down on him, whimpers catching in your throat from the stretch. “That’s my girl.”

Jungkook is purposeful with his words, smiles at you when the muscles in your thighs jolt at the term. When you’re seated to the hilt, folds brushing against his pelvis, Jungkook ruts experimentally. “Fuck,” he chokes breathlessly.

You let your body adjust, spine tingling with every subtle shift from the man beneath you, still so sensitive from your two orgasms from before. Jungkook waits, even though you know all he wants to do right now is fuck up into you like a madman.

When you’re relaxed enough, you begin to move, pushing yourself on your knees slowly, hissing at the drag of his cock against your folds. “F-Fuck,” you whimper, fingernails scratching against where you’ve got them on his chest still. Jungkook grips your hips tightly, and you unconsciously reach for his forearms to steady yourself instead.

“There you go,” he purrs as you slowly pick up the pace, cock sliding inside of you rougher, faster. You know it’s mostly him, muscles in his arms flexing as he moves you up and down, but you don’t care—it feels so good, the upward curve of his cock brushing against your soft spot with each drop of your hips.

He holds you down on one thrust, grinds you over his cock until your clit is rubbing against him roughly, and you cry out his name. You want to kiss him, so very badly, but your position makes it hard. Besides, the sweat beginning to pool in the deep of his collarbones hinted at his oncoming orgasm.

Still, you can’t help the way your eyes instinctively go to trace over his mouth, pouty lips pushed out even more in exertion, teeth grinding together every time your pussy swallows him anew. “Kook,” you mewl, hips bucking forward.

He hums, plants his feet firmly on the mattress as he begins fucking into you. “What is it?” He grunts, pistons into your dripping cunt as you whimper, pleasure crawling up and down your spine. “My pretty girl needs something?”

You wail, nod your head as he continues fucking, ramming his cock into your quivering hole, precum dripping over him. “Yours,” you gasp, mind stuck on what he’d said earlier. “‘M all yours,” you sob, body finally giving out, and you barely catch yourself from falling into him with a palm pressed flatly against his chest.

Jungkook smirks, bucks into you brutally, like he wants you to fall into a boneless heap on top of him. “Yeah, you are,” he groans, as you finally give in, lips brushing against his ear when you flop down on him. “My pretty girl,” he huffs, and you nod, muscles pulled taut as your orgasm begins looming over you. “So cute and mean,” he rambles, lips pressed to your temple. His hips are beginning to lose their rhythm, thrusts growing stilted as he chases his high. “But you know what?” He murmurs, and you whimper. “I like her just like that.”

If his words don’t knock the air out of your lungs, your orgasm surely does. It makes you shudder, the way his hands run over your body, cock ruts into your heat, and you almost cry when the pleasure gets a hold of you. Your muscles tighten, and then loosen, melting into his chest. You’re trembling in his arms, like a leaf holding onto a branch for dear life, choked gasps of his name muffled against his neck.

Jungkook pistons into you, rounds the final corner in his race to orgasm, and eventually spurts his hot cum into you, coats your walls as another reminder that you’re his. He’s a silent orgasmer, sounds catching in his throat as his body twitches beneath you, silent even afterwards as he regains his senses.

A few moments later, you’re shifting out of his hold, pushing yourself onto your elbows to glance down at him. Jungkook’s eyes are shut, but, as if sensing you’re looking at him, he flutters them open, chocolate irises softening at the sight of you.

“Holy shit,” he groans, rolls you off of him carefully. His hand brushes over your thigh, like he’s contemplating licking you clean again, but you stop him with a pointed raise of your brows. “Fine. Pass me the tablet.”

You do, and it’s almost unnerving how easily the two of you slip back into comfort, Jungkook changing into some shorts and handing you your discarded panties, before climbing into bed to watch Jersey Shore. You’ve missed about an entire hour-long episode, so you end up rewinding until the point you last saw.

“You and your Netflix and chilling,” Jungkook snorts, head nestled against your breasts. You roll your eyes.

“This is Hulu,” you point out.

“Oh yeah,” he hums, snuggles closer. His body feels so nice and warm over yours, hands wrapped around you like a lifeline. You end up positioning the tablet off by your hip, supported by a pillow so the two of you can watch properly.

You’re still processing your new title, your new boyfriend, when he perks his head up suddenly, solemn gaze catching yours.

“Hulu and Woohoo,” he says, ever so seriously, and you understand why Doyeon thinks he’s a fool.

[ part three ; imax & climax ]

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CALYPSO 🐚 ☕️

Part 1/3

Part 2/3:

“You call this shit an espresso machine?”

“I wouldn’t, but Fowler does. The department’s on a tight budget.”

“Hmmpff.”

Gavin watched Nines tinker with the cheap coffee maker in the break room. The whole thing was so absurd it felt like an out of body experience. He hadn’t had a partner in years and was now suddenly stuck with a military-grade android who bitterly resented every second spent by his side. It was also the first time he’d met someone as temperamental, as foul-mouthed and as coffee-loving as him.

Nines smacked the machine. It produced a pitiful whine and a stream of muddy brown liquid. Gavin cleared his throat.

“We should head to the scene now. Two victims in a warehouse. One human, one android. Battered beyond recognition. I’d go by myself but I need you to scan their identities for me.”

Nines turned around with disgust and something that looked a lot like fear written across his features.

“That sounds awful. Why would I want to come see such a thing?”

“It’s… your job…?”

“No. I’m not a detective. I’m a café owner. Markus and Connor might have forced me to sign a contract with the DPD but they can’t force me to do things I don’t want to.”

“And what am I supposed to do with an uncooperative partner?”

“That is not my problem.”

Gavin was stumped. He wasn’t used to people talking back to him, especially not civilians… not that Nines was really one any more.

“Come on, man. I don’t wanna tell on you. Let’s just make this work. Getting you in trouble is only gonna push you and all your fellow tincans into more hot water. Then you’d have lost your little café for nothing.”

Strangely, he found himself appealing to reason and logic. Nines’ aggressive demeanour was so similar to his own that Gavin had been forced to switch alignment entirely. His colleagues were pleasantly surprised by the change… though now there was a new rabid dog in the station they had to avoid angering.

“Fine. But tell me where exactly to scan. I don’t wanna be looking at those poor bastards any longer than I have to.

And don’t expect me to lick any blood like Connor the great. That’s fucking disgusting.”

“Of course.”

“Oh god. Oh RA9. Oh my…”

Nines took a shaky sip of his blue latte and dropped the cup back onto its saucer. Ralph hovered anxiously above him.

“How on earth do you look at things like that everyday? You barely batted an eye. And they call us androids inhuman.”

“Fifteen years on the job will dull your senses.”

“When did you stop getting queasy?”

Gavin lifted his own cup to his lips, not answering until he finally got a taste of the specialty coffee Nines kept raving about. He sipped and sighed in satisfaction. Calypso was everything it was talked up by the press to be.

“Right after a triple homicide by this dude I went to school with. He grew up exactly the same way I did. He had a nice family, nice job. There was nothing wrong with him. He could have been me, I could have been him. But how did the universe decide who’d be the cop and who’d be the killer? No phcking clue. No rhyme or reason for the way things turned out. And that realisation chilled me to the phcking bone, dude. There’s things scarier than blood and guts and that’s the workings of our own minds.”

Nines considered that for a moment and shuddered. Ralph hastily walked away, muttering to himself.

“Ralph does not like these talks. Murders and killings and bloody, bloody things. It reminds Ralph of the old days.”

Gavin watched him retreat behind the store counter with a raised eyebrow.

“Where on earth did you find that specimen?”

“In a haunted house.”

Gavin blinked uncertainly, not sure if he was being serious. Nines barked a laugh.

“Both of us were living rough after the Revolution. He’d been squatting in different buildings since he deviated and I was one of the new units Connor brought onto the streets from Cyberlife Tower. Didn’t have any clothes on. Didn’t have anywhere to go. I just ducked into the first abandoned building I saw. Needless to say I got the scare of my life, just as the poster outside promised.”

Nines’ eyes flicked over fondly to Ralph. The WR600 was now dealing rather enthusiastically with a customer. Gavin followed Nines’ gaze, sipping the heavenly coffee while his perception of the world went through another sea change.

“I’m proud of you, son. You didn’t want to join us at first but you went above and beyond for this mission.”

Captain Fowler pinned a medal of honour to the front of Nines’ dress uniform as the audience clapped. Nines inclined his head but remained expressionless. He glanced sideways and Gavin couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, scarcely noticing the matching medal that joined the other ribbons and distinguished service awards on his chest.

Connor and Markus were waiting for them as they got off the stage. Nines shoved past both of them, ignoring Markus’ outstretched hand and the camera flashes from the media.

Irony of ironies, Gavin felt the need to save face. He stopped to shake hands and pose for pictures with the leader of Jericho and new Mayor of Detroit.

“He’s served well. He’s done his part. When can he go back to his little café?”

Markus smiled wistfully.

“Securing Nines’ public service was not just a bargaining chip in passing the Android Equality bill, Detective. It was a key instrument.”

“What do you mean?”

“We don’t just need to guarantee public safety from advanced androids, we need to recuperate the development costs. Cyberlife received countless government grants for RK R&D activities. I need to show tax payers that their money didn’t go down the drain.”

“What the hell kind of freedom is this?”

Markus dipped his head and Connor swiftly motioned for a journalist to join them.

“Turn the car around! Turn the fuck around!”

“Okay okay! Hang on!”

Gavin was used to Nines’ temper but he was now seeing it accompanied by anxiety for the first time. His hands were splayed out across the dashboard and his eyes were as wide as dinner plates. The LED on his temple sparked red in between its rapid cycles of yellow.

Weaving expertly through the traffic, Gavin pulled up outside Calypso Café. Nines leapt out of the police car before it fully stopped.

Gavin saw the source of trouble instantly. Two burly men tossing chairs and kicking tables. A third was berating terrified patrons and a fourth jeered at Ralph, plucking at his apron and smacking his damaged cheek. Gavin knew that anti-android sentiment still simmered beneath the surface of their society, but it had been a while since he’d seen it rear its ugly head… and so violently at that.

Nines barged into his beloved café and bodily flung the men out. They flew through the air and hit the pavement as if they weighed nothing. Gavin watched with muted horror, realising why exactly anyone would want the government to keep an eye on the RK900.

There was a sickening crunch as Nines broke the nose of the man who’d been bullying Ralph. But it didn’t end there. He kicked him down the entrance steps and leapt onto the man’s torso, pummelling his brutish face into the concrete.

Gavin could barely hear himself yelling for Nines to stop above the cacophony of screams from the vicinity. Seconds flew by and spatters of blood turned into veritable rivulets running down the pavement.

Not daring to intervene physically, Gavin pulled out his service revolver.

“Nines, get off him! Nines, it’s not worth it! If you kill him, everything ends! Nines! Stop! I’ll shoot if you don’t let go! Don’t make me do this, man! Please!”

He counted down and cursed when Nines showed no indication of having heard him. He fired a warning shot. Then two more. And then he pointed his weapon directly at Nines.

One bullet to the android’s midsection.

A burst of blue.

A staticky cry of surprise.

And Nines dropped to the side.

The other aggressors scrambled to scrape their unconscious ringleader off the ground and hurried away. Gavin made no effort to stop them. He flipped Nines onto his back and looked into the angry blue eyes.

“Wipe all the security cameras on the street.”

“Already did.”

Ralph helped him carry Nines into the vandalised café. Gavin ripped open the stained shirt and felt up the chassis for the embedded bullet. He took the toolbox from Ralph and began to work, guided by a lifesaving instinct that somehow applied to androids too.

“I should have been there.”

“What?”

“Ralph. I should have been there with you. I’d have never let those bastards into the store. I’d have never let them put their hands on you.”

“Ralph is okay. Completely fine! There is no need to worry about Ralph. Ralph is worried about you. So much thirium…”

“This should have never happened. You were there for me when I didn’t even have a stitch of clothing on my chassis, but I abandoned you to run Calypso on your own. You could have gotten hurt badly today. I’m so sorry, Ralph.”

Gavin plucked the bullet out and began working to stem the flow of blue blood. His hands shook with empathetic rage, and Nines noticed.

“I honestly think falling back on your core programming is the right thing to do. It’s the same thing as humans playing to their strengths. It doesn’t mean we’re still trapped by our software instructions. It doesn’t mean we’re not deviant. It just means that we’re choosing to do something we’re indisputably good at.”

Nines’ grip on his thirium beer was so tight that his knuckles had turned white. The synth skin was stretched to breaking point, exposing the plastic chassis beneath. Gavin swallowed uncomfortably. He found himself wishing that he was an android too and could telepathically ask Connor to shut the phck up.

As usual, he was the only one who noticed Nines’ tension. Hank and Fowler and all their other insensitive colleagues were nodding sagely at the bullshit the RK800 was spewing.

“I mean, sure, there’s plenty of androids who choose alternative career paths, but I think that’s just an unnecessary hill to climb. If you’re up for the challenge, go for it by all means, but why? It’s never made sense to me. I can’t imagine being anything other than a detective.”

Gavin’s eyes flitted between both ends of Hank’s backyard as if he were watching a tennis match. Connor continued to babble and Nines grip on his drink became increasingly vice-like.

Then there was a splintering sound.

A spray of blue beer.

A scatter of broken glass.

Time seemed to slow down as Nines pushed himself off the fence he was leaning on and made his way across the yard.

And then Gavin had a fleeting vision of Connor being tackled to the ground and having his jaw ripped off. He’d heard plenty about preconstructions but he’d never expected to have one himself as a human. Or was that just what they called a premonition?

Gavin moved quickly.

He actually ran.

He paid no heed to the irritated murmurs and cries of alarm.

He pushed a hapless colleague out of the way and inserted himself directly in Nines’ path…

deftly avoided the attempt to shove him aside…

wrapped his arms around Nines’ neck…

and kissed him.

Part 3/3

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Warm Up My Heart

(...So It Never Gets Cold Again)

Type: One-shot to a series (part 1 & part 2), Avenger!reader AU.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 2500

Summary: Boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. Boy wants to propose soon… boy slips. You know the drill. In which Tony builds a training super-bot, Steve gets a boo-boo and the rest is history.

Warnings: mild injury and violence, swearing, cheesy af fluff

A/N: There weren’t al that many of you reading this series, but since it’s a rewrite/editing stuff for me (something I have time for), I’m bringing it back! I’ve been neglecting it long enough...

Series masterlists (aka previous parts) linked above

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“Captain America’s been brought to his knees. They found his weak spot and he went down all too easily for the world’s first superhero; literally crumbled on the ground, unable to get back up-“

Steve groaned, miserable and extremely annoyed at the same time, and you chuckled, which earned you a wounded look from the supersoldier.

You retreated from his right foot to muffle the sound escaping your mouth with you palm. You couldn’t help it; as much as you felt sorry for Steve, troubled by the fact he was in pain, you knew it wasn’t serious and Tony’s dramatic commentary was just too hilarious.

“Tony, just leave him be. And stop making me laugh,” you pleaded, suddenly back to seriousness. This was no fun; you did need to concentrate. “I might as well freeze his foot off if you keep distracting me.”

It was the truth; you had spent the past minutes trying to cool down Steve’s ankle, which had been sprained. All three of you were now in one of the training rooms of the compound, you and Steve sitting on a bench, while Tony hovered above you. Steve’s leg was resting over your knees, so you could reduce the swelling before it could fully develop.

The injury was totally Tony’s fault.

Being the generous friend and maniac he was, he had invented a special kind of a training super-bot – which had earned him both sharp glares and amused looks. It wasn’t half bad; it actually was a fair competition for Steve, which was saying something. It probably had something to do with the fact Tony had seen Steve in action more than a few times, learning his fighting style; programming his knowledge into the software of the bot meant one less advantage for Steve. Plus, Tony had used some special enforced material-

-which was exactly the problem. It was enforced; too much. And not enough.

When Steve kicked with his full strength, his foot had just… pretty much stuck in the robot’s torso. He had been lucky it hadn’t torn his flesh off and he had ended up only like this – with sprained ankle and few deep scratches which had already stopped bleeding. Incredibly lucky even considering that his instinct had been to get his foot out immediately, so he could go on with the fight; he hadn’t been exactly gentle and patient with freeing himself. Honestly, you were surprised his limbs were still attached.

Now he couldn’t even put his full weight on his injured leg. At least the robot had helped him hobble to the bench, because between your built and Tony’s willingness to talk being way bigger than his willingness to help with Steve’s weight (muscles were heavy), Steve would be still on the ground. Well, limping uselessly on one foot anyway.

“And get me an elastic bandage. Hush! Go make yourself useful!” you ordered, directing Tony towards the door, motioning with your hand in an ‘off you go’ gesture.

“Cap, your girl is bossy and has no respect for elders,” the billionaire complained, but turned on his heels and headed to get a first aid kit. The bot stood by the end of the bench dutifully, not moving an inch.

“I beg to differ, she treats me just fine,” Steve called out after Tony, winking at you as you brought your hands back.

You focused on tuning your powers to the right temperature, hovering only few inches from his skin. You sighed when the door clicked behind Tony and went back to work.

“You okay?” you whispered, glancing up just for a moment before returning your full attention to his injury.

“I’ve had plenty of worse.”

“That’s neither an answer or comforting, you know.”

“I’m much better now,” he admitted softly and you could hear the tender smile in his voice.

It warmed your heart and filled your chest with pride. You knew he meant it as a compliment; and he was not complimenting your powers, not the tool you had been given, but he was praising you for being so skilful with it.

You managed a tiny smile. “I’m glad.”

Your mind raced as you thought of how you could make it even better. You were no doctor; you barely knew the RICE rule, of which you only had two things covered by now; Elevation and Ice. The third was on its way (hopefully, but one never knew with Tony) and the fourth was… probably out of question, because make Steve Rogers rest was way beyond anyone’s ability. You closed your eyes, focusing on the things you actually could control.

Steve apparently understood your need to concentrate, or had nothing to say, because he didn’t utter a word. But the silence was comfortable, kind even. You tried to convince yourself his eyes were roaming around the training room; in reality, you were ninety-nine percent sure he was watching you work and despite all the time spent together, all his efforts to chase your insecurities away and proving countless time that he trusted you… you felt a bit nervous.

Too small under his intense gaze, you could tell that hot blood rushed into your cheeks. It was ridiculous. And it probably made Steve’s lips curl up in a grin, because he had mentioned more than once that he found your embarrassment endearing and entirely adorable. He could always tell.

“Marry me,” he pleaded softly and the shock of those two words spoken threw you off so hard your concentration levelled to zero in an instant.

The temperature you had been treating his ankle with so carefully dropped low beyond the desired one as if you flipped a switch.

You felt the burst of energy from your hands more than you heard his pained hiss and you quickly snapped your eyes open, withdrawing your hands in one swift movement.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” you blurted out, staring at his foot with horror, masochistically examining the damage you had done – a frostbite no doubt, because of course you had done some serious damage-

-well… actually you hadn’t, because apparently your reflexes had improved greatly with time, but the skin had definitely less healthy colour than before and-

“Oh Steve, I am so, so sorry, I swear I didn’t meant to-“

“It’s… it’s okay,” he stuttered, sounding more embarrassed than hurting.

You were relieved; then again, when had Steve Rogers ever admitted he was in pain?

You couldn’t find yourself to look up to his face nevertheless, too horrified and scared. What have you done?

Also… what the hell had he just said? You had imagined it, right? He hadn’t… hadn’t…?

“It wasn’t your fault. That’s completely on me. You said Tony not to distract you and… I shouldn’t have— I shouldn’t have said that.“

You looked up at him, biting your lip, suddenly convinced that he actually had proposed. Just like that. You didn’t give yourself time to let it sink in or to… indulge the feeling. Because he just apologized for saying it. You would bet all your money that he did regret it now, for multiple reasons.

It kinda stung that he had confessed to it out loud, though.

Okay, fuck it, it hurt like hell, because even when you had never talked about it, it burned down your very soul that he… that he would ever regret asking.

He groaned, covering his red face with his palms.

“I---you’re… injured. Probably confused by the product of Tony’s brilliant ideas. It’s okay, let’s just… forget that, okay? We all say strange things when we’re in pain, things we regret-“

You hated that your voice trembled at the last word and Steve’s hands immediately went down, his blue eyes piercing right through yours. He seemed more horrified than you now.

“I’m sorry. That came out completely wrong. All of it. Oh god…. I do regret it, alright? I’m sorry, Snowflake. I really shouldn’t have said that. Not… not like this,” he added gently and your heart positively stopped as his gaze found you, a new twinkle in his irises.

No, there was nothing new in it. You had seen it before, occasionally. In moments that only belonged to you two, when you were alone or it felt like you were alone, the world around disappearing. When you would catch his gaze across the room while laughing with someone else. When you let your powers draw flowers on the windows of the compound, creating winter decorations that were not exactly allowed in the military space.

Admiration. Tenderness. Dedication. Love.

Your lips parted in surprise as he kept observing you, the emotions changing on your face, flashing with realization. Wait. That was… what? Your breath hitched.

Steve gave you a very nervous smile as he lifted his leg from your lap, setting it back on the ground.

“What are you-“ you snapped from your strange trance immediately, wanting to stop him from whatever he was about to do, because you weren’t finished and goddammit, he needed to keep his leg elevated-

-and not to lower himself from the bench on one knee.

Right in front of you.

As if he was proposing.

Like, really proposing.

You watched him with disbelief when he planted himself into the infamous position, injured ankle in an awkward position, and you would swear that he could hear your heartbeat echoing within the walls of the gym. You sure as hell did, your blood pounding in your ears and your head positively spinning.

You simply couldn’t believe your eyes. You were sure your pupils were wide enough to reduce your irises to nothing.

Steve swallowed loudly, looking up at your face from under his eyelashes, his eyes hopeful and wide as well. At this point, you couldn’t breathe, your ribcage way too small for your swelling heart.

This was happening.

Oh shit, this was happening. Steve was… Steve was-

“Snowflake,” he whispered, his voice heavy with emotions and something that you would swear was a hint of fear, “you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. Whenever I’m with you, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and despite your powers, your presence-- you are warm like sunshine. I love you. I love you with my whole heart and… please, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

You stared at him, his eyes shining with hope, his Adam’s apple bobbing as you weren’t able to utter a single word and left him waiting for your answer.

You felt like an idiot for leaving him in anticipation and with doubts--- because you loved him. God, you loved this man so much and couldn’t even speak despite being sure with what you wanted to say more than anything.

So you blinked away the solitude tears that gathered in your eyes, because you were a regular sap, and nodded. His face lighted up like Christmas tree – no matter how cliché it sounded, it was the first analogy that came to your mind and it was very true.

Hesitant smile appeared on his lips as he stared at you with same disbelief that must have shown on you own face. “Yeah?”

You chuckled, covering your mouth with your palm before you could let out some very embarrassing sound. You nodded furiously, again and again.

“Yeah,” you breathed out finally and Steve shamelessly grabbed you and pulled you down at him. He fell on his ass, so you both basically crushed into the bench, but you couldn’t help but laugh like a madwoman as he was trying to balance the both of you, you being nestled in his lap all of sudden.

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you flush against his own body, immediately freeing your hair from the messy bun you wore – just so he could nuzzle his face in it. You could feel his smile against your cheek and then he placed a quick kiss there, then lower, then on your jaw, and then finally found your lips. He kissed you, letting you taste the delight on his tongue, his breath whispering of gratitude, pleading you to say it again.

“Yes,” you repeated simply and earned another kiss, this time longer, passionate and tender, breath-taking and making you feel like flying.

The butterflies in your stomach flipped their wings like crazy – kissing Steve was always an amazing feeling, but this time… you were kissing Steve, your fiancée. He just proposed, he wanted to marry you and you were about to marry him. Excitement tingled in your fingertips, restless and wonderful and your body melted into his, wishing to just merge into one.

You only realized his body was not exactly okay when he retreated an inch, allowing you both to catch your breath and your brain to reboot. Seeing his twinkling eyes, you swallowed the question about his well-being, simply not having the heart to ruin the unexpected, peculiar and pretty magical moment. He rested his forehead against yours, his eyelids falling shut.

“That... that is not how I was planning on doing this,” he whispered, sounding a bit embarrassed, and the corners of your lips twitched, rising even higher. You hadn’t realized you had automatically started smiling the moment your lips had been freed, but apparently you had.

“Are you saying there was a plan, oh my Star-Spangled Man?” you replied with voice as soft as his, teasing him lightly.

“Uhm… I mean… I was working on it, at least. It involved having the ring actually on me instead of having it lying in our room and all that.”

The ring. The ring that was in your room at the moment. He clearly wasn’t just throwing the words around. He… he actually had been planning a proposal. You heart fluttered at the confession.

“But then Steve Rogers’ impulsiveness got in a way and… here we are,” he revealed sheepishly and you didn’t think you could be more moved.

It wasn’t just him thinking about it – it was him losing it in a moment so ordinary like this as if he couldn’t wait anymore.

“Good. Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

His expression turned curious and a bit confused. “Good?”

“Yeah. It’s Steve Rogers I want to marry after all.”

The most gorgeous smile appeared on his lips and you couldn’t resist – you kissed him again. A silent promise of kissing him every day for the rest of your lives.

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Tony Stark was standing behind the transparent door to the gym, facing away from the two of you, but peeking over his shoulder; an equivalent of subtlety. A grin that was not even a little silly played on his lips and he was not tearing up at all.

Who was he kidding, he was really glad he had added the AV system to his super- bot. Because the record of what definitely looked like a bit strange proposal was something he would miss greatly.

He smirked at the kit in his hand, opened the door for a slit, quietly slipped his hand in – completely unnoticed by the oblivious lovebirds – and left the supplies there.

When he closed the door again soundlessly and made his way out of the area, he couldn’t but mutter under his breath.

“About damn time, Rogers. About damn time.”

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Next series (Five Times Steve Felt Betrayed and the One Time He Felt like He Was Betraying You)

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So, I had my thoughts on some more storyline (sort of) and got to the point where I felt sorry for not coming up with a concrete plan of how a proposal implied in the next story went. I couldn’t resist and had to come up with some, because reasons.

Apparently, I’m a sucker for pain the concept of proposal going way differently than planned...

Thank you for reading... I hope your week started off well!

#fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #avengers au #one shot #avenger reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #captain america #captain america x you #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #melting hearts #melting hearts series #warm up my heart #anika ann

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Honeydew (Marcus Pike/Moreno x OC) | Chapter 1

Summary: Erin He moves to DC after working for the FBI in Texas and runs into a hero in disguise; Marcus Moreno. Something about him is familiar, too familiar, yet different in a way that she can’t quite place. Although confused, she can’t deny her feelings for him; perhaps, after years of regret, she finally found the one.

Warnings: food/drink mention

Ao3

Honeydew masterlist

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Author’s Note: I’m so excited for you all to read this story! Special thanks go to Lynn (@mindless--ramblings) for always being so supportive and helping me stay inspired! Ever since I found out Pedro now has two characters named Marcus, I’ve wondered about ways I could connect them in one piece of writing. And this? This is that piece of writing. Moreno won’t be making an appearance in this one, but I hope Pike will make up for that 😉 Enjoy!

Ground floor.

First floor.

Second.

Erin He took a deep breath, thankful that the elevator was empty. She straightened the collar of her shirt as the fourth floor approached. At her side was her government-issued laptop, which she’d picked up from the front desk. Her fingers gripped its edges tightly. This was it. She made it.

The elevator let out a soft ding and opened its doors, revealing a floor of cubicles and conference rooms. Austin sunlight filtered through large windows, illuminating the space alongside the bright fluorescent lights.

She stepped out, searching for the art theft department’s main office. As much as she understood the need for technology specialists across all the FBI’s branches, she never quite grasped why she was placed in the art theft department, of all places. She always thought she’d be in the operational technologies department, developing and maintaining tools for others to use. Though she couldn’t blame them; intellectual property was highly valued and often stolen.

The email said to report to the department supervisor’s office for a quick onboarding, but they didn’t exactly mention what it would be. It could’ve been anything from a quick handshake to being told to shadow a coworker. Hopefully the former.

Part of her begged to the gods of computer science that she wouldn’t be assigned to yet another condescending old white man. Her last welcome at a company had been less than mediocre, and lukewarm at best.

The other part of her nagged that she’d signed up for exactly that.

“Ah, there you are. Welcome to your first day, Special Agent He,” the department supervisor–Harold Strauss–greeted as she entered his office. He gestured to the man standing in front of his desk. “This is Agent Marcus Pike. He will be showing you the ropes today.”

Agent Pike looked at her over his shoulder, the corners of his lips curling in a friendly smile. He couldn’t have been much older than her, with his faint smile lines and soft brown hair. He tucked his hands into his pockets and turned around to face her.

“Thank you, sir,” she replied. She shook his hand and then extended her hand to Pike. “Nice to meet you. Thanks for taking time out of your day to show me around.”

“Likewise,” he replied, shaking her hand. His brown eyes sparkled as he proposed, “Should we start? I have a meeting in about half an hour, and I’m sure you’ll want to meet some of our operational techs and digital forensics team. They’re the backbone of everything we do here.”

They acknowledged their supervisor once more and then left to begin the tour.

As her personal guide gave her the rundown of the floor’s organization and workflow, Erin couldn’t help but sneak a couple more glances at him.

He was taller than her by a few inches, but not in such a way that she felt like shrinking into herself. And he always stayed at her side, never walking ahead or lagging behind. His strong jaw led her gaze to a pair of soft lips, which seemed to be in a perpetual smile as he talked about the breakthroughs the department had in the past days.

“Do you know where your desk is?” Pike asked.

“Yeah, they told me the other day,” she answered, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ears. They walked over to her assigned desk, which was barren save for a standard computer, box of pens, and notepad. “If you’re going to ask if I need help with setup, I think I should be alright for now. Nothing a few installations and linux commands can’t fix.”

He chuckled softly and nodded. “You’re living up to your title, Agent He. If I’m being honest, I don’t think I could’ve been much help even if I offered. Have you done work similar to this before?”

She shrugged. “I worked in cybersecurity and software development,” Erin replied, setting down her bag and laptop on her desk. Slipping off her black blazer, she continued, “But I figured I should do something more than just build products for tech companies. Use my skills to aid in investigations.”

He nodded in understanding. “I see what you mean. Actually, I was originally studying to be an art history professor. But then I found this job and figured I could use my knowledge to help find and preserve artworks.”

Hm, noble.

“Sounds like we aren’t so different,” she observed, following him across the officespace. “Let’s hope that I can be of help around here.”

He chuckled softly, the dimple in his cheek showing as he smiled. “I think you’ll fit right in.”

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The words on the screen blurred into the white background of the screen, as if they were mocking her. Each line of test slowly lost its meaning, turning into mind-numbing strings.

Erin pushed her computer away and rubbed her eyes defeatedly, sighing. The department was launching an investigation regarding a museum that was broken into and wiped clean. What little data was left on the computers, from what she gathered after hours of poring over them, was largely useless. Hopefully, one of the other agents would find something helpful in the other remnants. Perhaps an address, or some sort of signature that could be traced to a group. Her, on the other hand? She just wasted hours of work.

A steaming cup of coffee was set down onto her desk, along with some sugar and tiny cups of cream.

She looked up to find Marcus–Pike, she reminded herself–standing at her side, looking down at her with a soft smile. “Find anything?”

“Nope,” she sighed. It turned out that Pike was one of the best agents in the department, and that meant he spent most of his time leading and organizing investigations. What that meant for Erin, then, was that she had to answer to him. Thankfully, he was never weird about it. Quite the opposite, actually. Tapping the side of the cup, she asked, “Is this for me?”

He laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah! Sorry; I would’ve fixed it, but I wasn’t sure how you liked your coffee.”

“Well it’s nothing complex, if that’s what you’re nervous about,” she teased. Two sugars and a drizzle of cream turned the pitch black liquid into a deep brown. She took a sip, the placebo of caffeine already kicking in. “When you’re in STEM, you learn to appreciate caffeine in any form. But I like it like this.”

“Noted,” he said, his voice a soft timbre amongst the flutter of papers and clacking of keys. Hands resting on his hips he asked, “How long do you think it’ll be before you find anything?”

“Anywhere from an hour to another three...or five,” she sighed, lazily scrolling down the file. Basking in the steam from her cup, she continued, “I’m gonna need a lot more of this coffee. There has to be something useful in this file, I just need to find it. I might need to cross-reference with some of the other evidence to notice anything.”

A headache was already descending upon her, and she was only six hours in. Weak–she’d stared at a computer much longer without any problem many times before. Why, of all times, did it have to happen when she was talking to her coworker?

“Well, I’ll be here pretty late tonight, so if you need anything, just let me know,” he replied, patting her shoulder. The crease between his brows deepened as he squinted down at the screen. “Maybe you need a fresh set of eyes on it. Take a break, Erin.” At her responding pout, he reasoned, “It’s been almost a month and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you rest.”

Of course he noticed her breaks, or lack thereof. She rolled her eyes, hiding a bashful smile in her cup. “I work best in sprints.”

He hummed amusedly. “But even sprinters need breaks, don’t they?” Then, his eyes lit up. “Actually, why don’t you take a break now?”

Erin raised a brow. “Am I not taking a break right now?”

His laugh was warm. “I mean a real break. Let’s get lunch; my treat.”

“Are you really going to make me choose between food and digital forensics, Agent Pike?”

Nodding definitively, he replied, “Yes, Agent He.”

Unable to resist the prospect of free lunch, she gave in and followed him out to his car. The work would still be there when she returned. For the moment, she could just enjoy Marcus’s companionship.

He drove out to a local diner about ten minutes away, his turns confident as if he’d gone there hundreds of times before. Judging by the way his eyes had sparked with joy at her agreement, he probably had.

They let their shoulders relax in the serenity of the car, shedding the formalities and passing time as if they were close friends.

The diner was small and cozy, booths worn with age and serving breakfast all day. Erin’s lips curled up in a little smile as the hostess recognized Marcus. So he was a regular, after all.

They sat down across from each other in a booth. Erin shrugged off her navy blue blazer and smoothed her dark hair back into a thick ponytail.

As she fixed her hair, Marcus gave her his recommendations, leaning in with the menu so she could follow along with her eyes. He seemed particularly fond of the pancakes, so she decided on those. Surely he wouldn’t lead her astray.

And with the way his voice rasped just slightly, she could listen to him speak for a whole day.

“Honey? Did you hear anything I said?” he asked, tilting his head slightly with a little smirk.

Erin snapped out of her reverie, cheeks burning. “Oh, um. Yeah. Sorry, I spaced out for a bit.”

“No worries, it happens to all of us,” he reassured, laying the menu flat on the table. “What were you thinking about?”

Less than an hour had passed before they were back in the office, stepping out of the elevator with full bellies. The familiar clicking from computers and buzz of conversations filled the air, and they were officially agents again.

Erin turned to him and nudged his arm. “Hey, thanks for the break.”

“Anytime,” he replied, walking with her along the perimeter of the room. They stopped at the hallway leading to the conference rooms and offices. His large hand moved to rest on her arm, his thumb rubbing gently. “I guess this is my stop. You know where to find me.”

“And you know where I’ll be.”

The next day, Marcus was greeted in his office by tupperwares containing homemade fried rice, some cut up fruit, and a sticky note.

Thanks for sticking with me yesterday. -E

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he tried to refrain from grinning like a maniac, though he was sure anyone who happened to pass by would’ve thought he looked like a schoolgirl with a crush. Erin’s handwriting was soft and curved, so similar to calligraphy but simple in a way that made the note feel that much more intimate.

She had an interesting way of showing her care for others, he found. Perhaps it was a byproduct of the work she dedicated her life to; she seemed to always be one step ahead, ready to pull out small details that others would dismiss. He wondered what she might know of him.

There were a few things she clearly knew; things that surprised him every day. Just as he’d learned her usual coffee order, she’d learned his. When he’d walk in every morning, her head of dark hair would tilt to peek over her cubicle, as if she could sense his presence. And when their eyes would meet, her smile was better than the best espresso in the world.

Marcus shook his head to himself as his heart fluttered. Years of failed relationships and a divorce later, he still couldn’t keep his feelings in check. His mother always said he had a soft heart, one that would be his greatest strength and his greatest weakness. But Erin was anything but a weakness.

She wasn’t a weakness, but a strength. A constant in his life, making each day feel just a little more special. He didn’t need a relationship to be happy, but….he wouldn’t be opposed to one either.

Yet, as he spotted Ian Malarkey standing a bit too close to her, he forced himself to backtrack. What if she didn’t want him? What if they were meant to be just as they were: just friends?

Maybe it was time for him to move on.

After a few months, their friendship had grown well past a workplace acquaintance. It wasn’t as if she was trying to get attached to him; it just...happened. And it was only a little surprising to her; she tried to stay as professional as she could in the office, but outside? Outside, she could just be Erin, not FBI Special Agent He. Outside, she could shed her jacket and swap the button-down shirt for a ribbed sweater and some jeans. Outside, she and Marcus could sit as close together as they wanted without drawing unwanted attention.

She knew it was silly to fantasize. After all, Marcus was a coworker, if not a superior. And with the way he fussed over her water intake and made sure that she wore her glasses at the right times, he could easily see her as a little sister. As nothing more than a new agent who happened to be friendly.

But if that were true, why would he go through the effort of bringing her lunch on Thursdays? Why did he call her little names like “honeydew” and “sweetheart,” and why did it feel so natural coming from his mouth?

The commotion coming from the direction of the conference rooms told her that the team was back from the investigation. Maybe Marcus was there; she knew he’d gone, but he hadn’t texted since morning. It wouldn’t hurt to pop in to check on him; he did that often enough with her.

When she entered the break room, her heart sank. Sitting off to the side, by the wall, was Marcus asking Teresa Lisbon out on a date. She wasn’t sure why she felt defeated; it wasn’t like she had any plans on asking him out.

But then why did it hurt her to the core to see him giving those puppy eyes and little smiles to Lisbon? The woman didn’t even look interested in him; if anything, she looked confused and hesitant.

Ian caught her eye as she surveyed the room once more, his lips pulling into a tight-lipped smile. He knew about her feelings for Marcus, having spent hours going over evidence and making small talk. In fact, he’d even encouraged her to tell Marcus her feelings, out of fear that she might never get the chance.

Perhaps her chance had passed after all. Turning on her heel, Erin decided that, for once, it was time to go home. Marcus would come to her when he was less busy.

The thing was, though, she didn’t want to go home. She wanted to go over and say hello, and check to make sure he wasn’t injured in the scuffle. Moreover, she didn’t want to be a fill-in for Lisbon’s absence. She didn’t want to be his second choice. And she knew it wasn’t her fault, nor Lisbon’s, that Marcus didn’t choose her. But it still stung.

She watched as their shared lunches became less frequent, the senior agent replacing her space by Marcus’s side. When the elevator would ding at 7AM and she’d glance up to see if it was him, she found him searching the room for Lisbon. They never drifted over to her desk. That fact always made her grip her pen just a little tighter.

On the days when he did grace her with his presence, she felt like a tornado of emotions.

Happy, because she had missed her best friend.

Sad, because she knew the next time she’d spend time with him was in a few weeks rather than a few days.

Grateful, because she knew how hard it was to socialize after a work week of at least 50 hours.

Envious, because of the stories he told.

Relieved, because he still cared.

Plastering a halfhearted smile on her face, Erin listened to Marcus practically worship his girlfriend. His summer breeze of a smile and sparkling eyes made the pain that came with listening worth it. The only other time she’d heard him talk that passionately was when they’d visited an art museum.

At least one of them was happy.

She thought of trying to date again; it had been over a year since she’d been in a relationship. But she couldn’t do it. More than once, she’d put on some simple makeup and casual clothes, ready to head out to the bar, but no. She couldn’t bring herself to leave the apartment. The apartment was where she and Marcus watched movies, where she would cut up fruit and bring them to him on a plate while he pored over reports in the warm lights of the kitchen. It was where he’d navigate her cupboards and fridge to make her a mug of his special hot chocolate. It was her safe space, the one place in her life where she could just be Erin, and he could just be Marcus.

The knife cleaved the melon in half with ease, revealing its pale green interior.

Marcus leaned up against the counter next to her, hair tousled and necktie loosened against his chest. He absentmindedly started rolling up his sleeves, undoing the cuffs of his shirt and folding them up.

She tried not to stare too long at the way his forearms tensed with the movement.

He broke the silence first. “I got the job in DC,” he said, voice soft like velvet.

“That’s great.” A simple response, though Erin cringed internally. Was that any way to react to her best friend’s job promotion? Surely not, but a part of her–a selfish part of her–knew that it meant he was leaving. Leaving not just his position, but her. Texas. The apartment.

It would’ve been disingenuous for her to say anything more.

Then, he added, almost sheepishly, “I also asked Teresa to marry me. And move to DC so we can be together.”

The blade of her knife hit the cutting board a little harder than normal. “Oh. That’s nice.” Cutting away the tough outer skin, she forced herself to ask, “What did she say?”

He sighed and crossed his arms, biting his lip as if to contain a smile. “She said she’d think about it. But I think she’ll come around. I kind of, uh, sprung it onto her the other night.”

And yet there he was, standing next to a woman who would’ve been ready to say yes. But even so, she said, “I’m sure things will work out between you two. You’ve already given so much to your relationship; it would be a shame for her to not see how great you are.”

She slid him a bowl of perfectly cubed melon.

Smiling softly, he took the bowl into his hands. “You’re the best, honeydew.”

The best, but not the one.

“You’re just trying to get on my good side before you leave for DC, brown eyes,” she jested, nudging him with her elbow. Her chest filled with warmth at his laugh. She tried her best to hang onto that feeling, to that sound. “When are you two leaving?”

“I’m already about halfway packed,” he mused, chewing on a cube of honeydew thoughtfully. “So maybe within the week? I hope that’s enough time for Teresa to make a decision.”

There was less time than she thought. She hummed softly. “Are you sure that’s what she wants? That it’s what you want?”

He nodded confidently. “Yes, I...I know that I don’t have the best track record with relationships, but something about her feels right.” The bowl was set into the sink and filled with water. “I’m happy, honey. You don’t have to worry.”

Erin’s eyes burned as she quietly replied, “Okay.”

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nalgenewhore · 3 years

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masterlist - part one - part two ½

“Oh, I could fucking snap that pretty little neck of yours.”

Elide smirked and crossed her arms, “Keep it in your pants, Salvaterre. We’re still at work, baby.”

From the other side of her office, Lorcan sent her a glare that could freeze Hellas’ fiery realm. He crossed the room in two large strides. His long, glossy hair was in disarray. Elide practically choked on her desire to smooth it back for him. She glanced around, quickly averting her eyes from Rowan’s pointed look. His fiancée beside him wore a delighted expression, almost as if she wished she was snacking on something right about now. “Lochan, c’mon. Listen to me. If we settle now, it’ll only allow big tech corporations to completely demolish software start-ups. You know I’m right.”

“If we push, we could end up with nothing and bankrupt our client! If we settle, that leaves Nox and Luca with enough money to further their technology.” She stood up and braced her hands against the glass surface of her desk. “Lorcan, I know that you want to set precedent–”

“It’s not about setting precedent, princess,” he snapped. “I don’t give a fucking shit if people know my name or not. I’m doing the right thing here and it’s insulting that you don’t see that.” Lorcan dropped the papers on her desk. He stepped back and ran his hands through his hair before twisting his locks into a messy bun. “You’re fucking impossible, Elide.”

Elide’s spine straightened, “ I’m impossible? This is my case and since the second I asked you for help, you’ve been–”

“You’re fucking it up, Elide! You’re scared of losing and leaving those kids with nothing so you’re playing it safe and–”

“I am not playing it safe , Lorcan. I’m playing it smart. This is what we learned in school. It’s how we’re supposed to do it.”

He scoffed, his words cutting, “Yeah, according to a second-year class. I never had you pegged as a coward, Elide. You’re scared and you’re hiding behind a gods-damned book . You know, I really used to think you were cut out for this, but I’m not so sure anymore.” Tears burned her throat. Elide flicked her watery eyes to the wall of windows and focused on the glittering city lights. Lorcan inhaled sharply, as if realising what he’d just said. “Princess, shit, I’m–”

“You’re not sorry, don’t you dare lie to me,” Elide whispered. She looked up at him, “You want the case that bad, Lorcan? Fine. It’s yours. Enjoy it, you bastard.” She shoved the case file box to him so hard that it slid off the smooth surface and on pure reflex, Lorcan caught it. Elide didn’t look at anyone while she strode out of her office.

She took the elevator up to the roof and walked across the gravel-covered roof to the railing. Elide leaned against it and then, because she couldn’t help herself anymore, she let a sob fall from her lips. Elide buried her face in her hands.

She cried softly until she heard the heavy metal door drag against the gravel as it was pushed open. Elide raised her head and hastily wiped her eyes, “If you’re here to grovel, I don’t want to hear it, Salvaterre.”

“He’s not. Aelin’s chewing him out right now.”

Elide turned, sighing softly. “What are you doing out here, Rowan? I want to be alone.” A gust of cold wind blew over her. Elide hugged her arms around herself and tucked her chin into her chest to conserve heat.

Rowan walked closer and draped her heavy wool coat over her shaking shoulders. “I thought you might be cold. Might want some company, too.” He opened his arms and Elide leaned into him. “Yeah,” he said as he folded her into his warm chest and rested his chin on her head. “I know, Ellie.”

“Every time,” she sniffled, pathetically, “every time I think we- we’re getting somewhere, we fight and- and lose whatever progress we’ve made. He isn’t even mine and I keep losing him.”

“I know,” Rowan said, his brogue strong and comforting. Unbeknownst to Elide, his face was set in a deep frown, all directed at the man who sat floors below them, being berated by a woman he towered over by at least a foot.

After a few minutes, Elide stepped back. She accepted the tissue Rowan procured and wiped her mascara tracks away. “I guess I should go back and… figure this out. Are you and Ae staying?”

“No, we’ve got dinner with my parents.”

Elide nodded and looped her arm through his elbow, “Let’s go, then.” Rowan wisely didn’t try to dissuade her and escorted her back down. Aelin was waiting by the elevators, her coat and scarf on. She carried her gloves and bag in hand and stepped up to hug Elide good-bye and fuss over her hair. “Ae,” Elide said, “I’m fine, really. Go, have dinner with Ro’s parents. I’ll call you tonight.”

“Alright. But if you need me, I can ditch those losers and come over.” Rowan cleared his throat and arched an unimpressed brow. Aelin sent him a loved-up grin and kissed Elide’s cheeks, “Bye, honey.”

“Good-bye, Elide,” Rowan said.

“Night, you two. Say hi to your parents for me.”

“Of course,” Rowan nodded his head and guided his fiancée into the waiting elevator.

Elide turned on her heels and slowly walked back through the empty office to hers. She looked through the glass wall and saw Lorcan. He was sitting on the low, modern leather couch and bent forward with his forearms against his thighs.

When she walked in, Lorcan shot to his feet, his eyes wide. “El, please, listen to me. I’m sorry. Really. I didn’t- I was- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. None of it is true, you have to believe me. You- you’re an amazing lawyer, Lochan. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I know, Lorcan. Really, I know. It’s not the first time one of us has said something we didn’t mean.”

Relief flooded his face, “Ok, um, yeah. That’s good.” He flashed her a rakish grin. Elide felt her own smile grow at the sight of his. She wasn’t too stubborn to deny that Lorcan was attractive and quite possibly the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes on, but when he smiled… she could only describe him as beautiful. “And, listen, I know you think we should settle, but–”

“Lor,” Elide laughed, “let’s order dinner before we get back to it, ok? I’m starving.”

Lorcan loosened his tie and lifted his eyebrows, “You aren’t trying to wine and dine me just so I’ll agree with you, right?” Elide just hummed noncommittally and walked to her desk. She leaned back against the edge as she picked up her phone and dialed the number to their favourite restaurant. He laughed and sat down, “Right, like that would ever happen.” He paused, waiting for her response. “Right, Elide?”

“Hmmm? Oh, yeah, never.” Never. Never. Never.

She hated that the thought of them never being together made her heart crack. After she put in their classic order, she sat down next to him and they read briefs in a comfortable silence.

An hour later, their dinner arrived. Lorcan sat down on the carpeted floor and rested his back against her couch. Elide kicked her heels off and sat down against the matching armchair, perpendicular to Lorcan.

They spread out their papers around them, interspersed with boxes of Chinese takeout. Elide rested her feet in his lap, her brow furrowed as her eyes flicked back and forth across the page. Lorcan didn’t say a word and laid his hand on her ankle. His thumb soothed circles over her skin, “What is it?”

“I think we should push.”

“Lochan–”

“You’re backing down, really?” There was a fluttering sound as she dropped the package. “Stop doing that. I told you I was fine and you’re right. If we settle, it’ll only allow other corporations to go after and attack small developers.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

She narrowed her eyes in warning. “If we settle–”

“No, no, not that,” he said, smiling at her, “the thing before that. I’m what? ”

Elide rolled her eyes and flicked his nose with her index finger, “You’re right . I should’ve listened to you earlier.”

Picking up a box of sesame noodles, Lorcan passed Elide her vegetarian dumplings. “What are you thinking?”

Elide took the box and picked up her chopsticks to pinch one. She lifted the dumpling, but didn’t eat it. “About what?” They both knew he wasn’t talking about the case.

Lorcan dropped his head back against the couch cushion, “Anything.”

“I’m thinking that… this is nice. Being with you. I like it.” He looked at her and Elide frowned defensively, “What, I like your company. We don’t always have to fight.”

“I know,” he said softly. “I like it too.” Her pale cheeks pinked and they shared a gentle grin.

Elide poked his thigh with her toe, her heart pounding, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

His eyes were so dark, Elide swore she could get lost in them and willingly, too. Lorcan rubbed his hand up and down her shin, “I’m thinking maybe I don’t… hate you. Maybe I’ve never hated you.”

She could barely hear herself think, blood rushing through her ears. Slowly, Elide rose onto her knees and straddled his lap. Lorcan didn’t say a word, merely steadying her hips as she shifted. “Well, maybe I’m tired of pretending we wouldn’t be great together.”

Lorcan lifted a hand to cradle the back of her head and pull her close. They both leaned in and the tips of their noses bumped together. Her hands were surprisingly steady as she gripped his collar and tugged him that much closer. Their lips were a hair’s breadth apart when he whispered, “Let’s stop pretending then, hmm?”

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yandere-society · 4 years

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True Love

Prompt: Can I have a delusional Jungkook who is obsessed with fairytales and the whole idea of “prince meets princess and falling in love at first sight”, and is convinced that y/n is the princess and he has to “save” her in order to achieve a happen ending?

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Warnings: Yandere-themes, stalking-themes, and profanity.

»»————-　♔　————-««

It was all coming together. Jungkook swiped through his phone, checking and rechecking his plans. Tomorrow, between 9:14 and 9:18 AM– depending on foot traffic– she’d round the eastern corner of 14th and Park. She’d be carrying her purse and a coffee, but she’d be finishing her drink by the time she reached the corner. The point, the most crucial part, is that her hands would be full. He’d bump into her, she wouldn’t be able to catch herself, and he’d swoop her up before she fell. She’d have to fall in love with her Prince Charming, and he’d, at last, have his princess. His y/n. Everything would be perfect.

They were destined to be together– Soulmates, Jungkook was sure, he’d known it since he’d first laid eyes on y/n. She was his true love.

»»————-　♔　————-««

You check your watch, careful not to twist your wrist enough to spill your coffee. 9:12. Finally, it looks like you’ll get to work early today! With a spring in your step, you weave through the usual crowd of hurried suits and turn the corner. You have a meeting that you’ve been preparing ages for, and you’re thinking of nothing but your various talking points, everything you’re going to present, when–

“Oof!” You bump into someone, hard, and lose your balance. Shit, shit, your hands are full. You drop your coffee and purse in an attempt to catch yourself, but instead of solid concrete, you feel the contact of strong arms holding you tightly.

“Are you alright?” You look up at your rescuer and see gorgeous dark eyes full of soft concern. The stranger helps you to your feet and hands you your purse. “That was quite a fall.”

“Ah, thank you– I’m okay. Appreciate it, man.” You breathe deeply to calm your pounding heart. The handsome stranger seems to be waiting for something. What else can you say? “Er… thanks again.” With that, you turn and begin walking to work, your pace increasing. Dammit, you really hope this won’t make you late.

“W-Wait!” The stranger grasps at your wrist, his eyes bright, his voice revealing an emotion you can’t understand. “Do you believe in… love at first sight?”

“Uh…” Aaaand he’s crazy. You pull your arm from his grip and hurry away, flustered. Love at first sight? What fairy-tale bullshit. Sure, he’s cute, but the creepy-to-cuteness factor is way off balance in this case. Love at first sight… When you were a kid, you dreamed of being a princess and riding off into your happily ever after. But you’ve grown up since then, and you know fairy tales aren’t real.

You glance backward. He’s staring after you, and you feel a rush of guilt. He looks like a kicked puppy… or a wounded prince.

Prince? “Gah– stop it!” You scold yourself, blinking hard. The guy messed with your head, distracted you with that love-at-first-sight stuff. Whatever, you’ll forget about it soon enough. In the meantime, you’ve got your meeting to think about.

“And now I believe y/n, head of our innovation department, has the latest proposal?”

You stand. “Yes, thank you. With help from our customer surveys, we’ve noticed there are a few flaws in our current system.”

“Do you believe in… love at first sight?”

“We, uh, have devised a few options: First, we could begin requiring browser logins and game downloads for individual accounts– that will cut down on incidents such as the one that went viral last quarter. Additionally, we could consider removing ourselves from the browser-based gaming market entirely and shift to a downloaded application-type medium. We predict a decrease in traffic but profits should remain largely steady–”

His eyes, his lips, his hands, his skin, his voice...

“Due to ad revenue and potential membership opportunities.” You continue. “We could also consider discounted subscription packages, which seemed popular in our surveys.”

He was really cute. Maybe you were too hasty? You don’t even know his name.

“...We believe that changing the medium of the game presentation will improve security, decrease online harassment, and increase profits within the next three quarters. I will now take questions.”

Usually, creeps gave off a vibe, the type of thing you could sense right away. This guy didn’t give you that vibe.

“Very well said, y/n.” The company president clapped several times. “What software changes do you propose making for this to work?”

You beam. “It’s rather simple, we only need to move our content offline to an external database– we already have games in development using this system. The cost for the whole switch would be a fraction of potential profits.”

“Do you believe in… love at first sight?”

“The board members will give it some thought, y/n, and I’d be very optimistic. Great work.”

Yes! “Thank you.”

At the end of the day, you leave the office grinning. The meeting went really well, and if you pull off this project, you’re certain to be looking at a promotion. You’ve been working on the proposal for three months and now that it’s looking so good, you could sing.

“Y/n?”

At the summons, you turn around– and then stop dead. “You again.”

And it is the love-at-first-sight stranger from the morning. He waves awkwardly, breaking into a cute bunny-like smile. “Hi.”

“H-hi.” You brush some hair out of your face, suddenly self-conscious. “Uh, how did you know my name?”

The guy winks. “Magic.”

“Or stalking.”

“Or…” The guy hands you a business card. Your business card. “Maybe you dropped this in the morning.”

»»————-　♔　————-««

In truth, Jungkook had your business card for a few months. He couldn’t say that, though, and he needed an excuse to know your name and place of business.

You look at him with your beautiful doe eyes, the kind of eyes that a man would kill to protect. “Why were you waiting for me?”

Jungkook smiles. “I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier. I saw you dropped your card and, well… it seemed like a second chance.” A chance to be your prince, my love.

“Oh.”

“I’m Jeon Jungkook by the way.”

You smile shyly, that smile he’s seen a hundred thousand times, directed at everyone but him. You’re active on your social media accounts, and he’s seen all your photos. When you’re with your friends, your family, even today at your meeting– when you smile, you shine, a princess without a throne. It’s one of the things Jungkook loves about you. He can’t wait until your smile for him alone.

“I’m y/n. But I guess you knew that.”

“I did. Y/n, I’ll be honest, and I hope this doesn’t come off as too forward.” Jungkook leans towards you, his princess– his queen. “I’d love to get to know you better.”

“Um…” You hesitate, and a hint of fear makes its way up Jungkook’s spine. He really hopes you don’t reject him. In the months since he’s first noticed you, you’ve remained single. If you were to reject him, he couldn’t leave you to prance around in front of other men. If you, Jungkook’s princess, didn’t want his love, well… something would have to be done about that.

“Sure. That sounds cool.” You nod, a light blush coloring your cheeks.

Something akin to joy floods Jungkook’s psyche. The first step achieved. She said yes– she must see that what they have is true love.

Jungkook has always loved fairy tales. He was teased as a kid for how much he enjoyed princess stories. But Jungkook’s mom made it clear that she didn’t like him, and his dad was rarely around– unless he came home to berate Jungkook. No one could blame him for yearning for true love; it’s not like he ever experienced it at home. When he first saw you, he knew you were his princess. He needed to rescue you, sweep you off your feet, and carry you off into your happily ever after. True love is real, and you’ll help him prove it. The characters in Disney movies were happy after finding each other. He knows you’ll make him feel happy. In fact, he’ll make sure of it.

»»————-　♔　————-««

Well, he’s cute, and he did return your business card. You’ll be careful. What harm can come from a date?

Later that night, you’re catching up on some work. The company president said he’d have the board’s answer on your proposal by next week, and since it seemed like a sure thing, you’re anxious to get the OK to move ahead with the project.

Your phone buzzes.

Jeon Jungkook: Are we on for Friday at six, milady? [10:43]

Y/n: Haha yep, see you then! [10:43]

Jeon Jungkook: Can’t wait :) [10:43]

Jeon Jungkook: What are you up to? [10:44]

Y/n: Just organizing resources for a project [10:45]

Y/n: I’ve been working really hard on it [10:45]

»»————-　♔　————-««

Oh, Jungkook knows. He’s a decent hacker. When you were out drinking with friends last month, he accessed your laptop and installed a backdoor program that lets him see whatever you’re doing on your computer. It’s been useful: he knows about your work projects; the failed first dates; your porn preferences; your email contacts. He just wanted to make sure you weren’t cheating on him. Perfect princesses don’t cheat, and he knows you’re his perfect princess.

Friday arrives. Even though it’s only been a few days since he asked you out, Jungkook has been waiting for months to finally sweep you off your feet. It’ll be amazing. He walks up to the door, the details of which he’s practically memorized, and knocks. Three grand knocks, just like he’d imagined.

“Half a moment!” Your sweet voice floats from inside the house. Jungkook presses his lips together– do you even know how beautiful, how kind, how regal you are?

And when you swing the door open, his heart aches with desire. He can’t wait to possess you entirely. You’re wearing what Jungkook has to assume is your favorite light pink dress. You wore it to your birthday dinner four months ago, and again to your friend’s wedding three weeks ago. He hasn’t seen you wear this dress on other dates, though– does that make Jungkook special? He knew it. You do believe in love at first sight. You see the same thing he does: you’re destined to be soulmates.

“Your highness,” Jungkook says, holding out his arm.

You giggle and take his offered arm. Jungkook knows you think you’re just playing along with a joke. It’ll take a bit of time to introduce you to his royal fantasy– you don’t know you’re already Jungkook’s princess. But you will. Oh, you will.

»»————-　♔　————-««

The date goes surprisingly well. You haven’t been having good luck with dating lately, and you can actually see Jungkook being the one to break your dry spell. He’s a perfect gentleman, respectful and humorous. He continues to call you milady and your highness, and it’s cute, honestly. He makes you feel so special, almost like a princess.

“Thanks for tonight, Jungkook,” you say as he walks you to your door. “You finding my business card ended up being a pretty great coincidence.”

“I agree. I’m glad you decided to go out with me, y/n. I hope we can do this again.”

You nod. “Definitely.”

You smile as you change into your pajamas. You’re excited to see what Jeon Jungkook has in store. Before you get into bed, you open your laptop and notice a new email from the company president. Yes! Have you finally gotten the go-ahead and funding for the project you’ve poured yourself into?

Y/n, the email reads. I wish I had better news to give. The board declined your recent project proposal. Don’t let this discourage you from continuing to do great work! I’ll see you on Monday.

You sit back, slack-jawed, and rub your eyes. What? But… but it was looking so good. You worked so hard. What did you do wrong?

»»————-　♔　————-««

Jungkook frowns, looking at your computer screen on his phone. He’s still sitting in his car, parked around the block from your home. He knows how much you cared about getting this project approved. And this, this board. They kept his princess from achieving her goals. He blinks once, twice. Surely you’ll love him if he gets the board members to change their minds, if you realized he’d do anything for you. Jungkook turns the key in the ignition and drives home, thinking about how he can cheer you up. The individual board members are named on your company’s website– perhaps he’ll pay them a visit.

»»————-　♔　————-««

That night, you can’t sleep. This proposal was a display of your hard work, all the thought you’d put into making the company more successful. It was supposed to be a straight line to a promotion. The night started off so well, your date with Jungkook was so fun. Ugh. You bury your face in your pillow. How will you face your team members on Monday? And the board members. You know some of them don’t like you– you’re too determined, too innovative for a woman.

How you wish you could show them.

Whatever. It’s just one more failure. You’ll start brainstorming new proposals tomorrow.

You spend the rest of the evening tossing and turning, staring at the ceiling, and sulking. The weekend passes much in the same way. You’re not one to get discouraged, but it’s hard to feel hopeful. If the project had been approved, your responsibilities and funding would have shifted into seeing it through for at least the next year. Monday morning, you’re headed out the door when you get a text.

Jungkook: When can I see you again? [8:35]

Y/n: Want to grab dinner after work? I get off at 5. Shall we say 6:30? [8:36]

Jungkook: Your wish is my command. Have a good day at work ;) [8:36]

Y/n: Yeah fat chance [8:37]

»»————-　♔　————-««

What you don’t know, Jungkook decides, wiping a bit of something red off his cheek, won’t hurt you. You wanted this project– and your knight in shining armor will ensure you get it.

»»————-　♔　————-««

“Y/n, can I see you in my office for a moment?”

“Hm? Uh, yes. Sure.” You follow the president into his office.

“How are you doing?” He asks as he settles into his chair. You sit across the desk from him. “I know how hard you worked on that project– it’s okay to be upset.”

You straighten up in your chair. “I’m fine, sir. Just focusing on moving forward.”

“That’s good. Well, I’ve actually got some surprising news for you today. Three board members– that is, the three that voted down your proposal– contacted me separately over the weekend to let me know they changed their minds.”

“I- I’m sorry, what?”

“Your proposal has been unanimously approved, y/n. Congratulations. I’m excited to see where your vision will take this company.” The president reaches across the desk and shakes your hand. You can only stare, half euphoric, half numb. “You will, of course, be transferred along with your team to the advanced development department. I’ll have the paperwork ready for you by the end of the day.”

“Okay! Uh… thank you.” You break into a radiant grin. “Thank you so much, sir!”

“Don’t thank me, the board members made their decisions. That being said, you really deserve this. Good luck.”

You practically skip out of your boss’s office. You did it! You knew the meeting went well, they just needed more time! You did it!

That evening, you hum to yourself as you put on your makeup. Jungkook will be here soon, and you’re really excited to see him. Even though you told him you could meet at the restaurant, he insisted on picking you up. What a gentleman.

Three knocks at the door. “Coming~” you sing as you pad into the hall.

“You look beautiful, y/n,” Jungkook murmurs as you swing open the door.

“Oh stop it, charmer!” You laugh, swishing your skirt like it was a ballgown.

“You’re in a good mood today, what happened?”

“My project got approved! The board changed their minds. Isn’t that great?”

Jungkook laughs. “That’s fantastic! Congrats!”

On impulse, you throw your arms around him and hug him tightly. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

You snuggle into his shoulder. “For being so nice. For making me feel like a princess.”

You’re so preoccupied with how good Jungkook smells that you don’t notice him tugging his jacket up to cover a red stain on his sleeve.

“I’ll always be your prince, milady.”

»»————-　♔　————-««

This is true love, Jungkook thinks. We’ll get our happily ever after.

#yandere bts #yandere #yandere jungkook #jungkook x reader #jeongguk #jeongguk x reader #yandere!jungkook #yandere!bts #bts #BTS jungkook #jungkook #yandere-society

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whumpersworld · 4 years

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Misery and Intrigue

pt. 1 of my box-boy series I have planned, this follows Daniel and his experience not only with Kneeel, but with pet ownership in general.

started by @sweetwhumpandhellacomf and I'd love to get on on the box-boy masterlist @shameless-whumper

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It had taken a lot of strength to get past his intial nerves, you know. It was an ordeal for him to, an effort; opening the again site that is. It was hard almost for Daniel P. Boyce, the nearly twenty-five year old. He had heard whispers, praising the company on the street, and others joyously exclaiming how much they adore their 'pets', but they had money you see. They had an excess of it, and it took months to save up for the amount needed. Well, for what he wanted specifically. There was no way he was going through some dodgy company no matter how many couplons he has gotten sent. He did have a well paying job, any was lucky enough to be able to work from home, thank god; comumute was hard considering his whole situation with his legs, he just didn't consider himself rich. Rich people bought what they wanted when they wanted, they didn't have to save for anything. Yes he was a bit bitter, but enough of that.

Kneeel, a lesser known but highly praised company caught his eye when he was looking into where to buy his pet from initially. Their products were photographed like models and advertised like dogs, intimate bits artistically covered by the company logo and a description of their best qualities below their photographs. It was interesting, shoping this way. It felt casual though, too casual almost, like he wasn't buying a human pet and was simply purchasing the designer shoes they were wearing. It eased his conscience still and allowed him to shop freely.

His eyes were drawn to a lanky redhead girl and he clicked into the arrow beside the first picture which showed him another photo, this one was a close up of her face. She had a deep cupids bow and her face was absolutely littered in freckles. She was sweet looking, and also a hard pass. He wondered if there was a filtering option, there were too many women being advertised and he simply was not interested. He hummed gleefully when he found the filtering options, of them there were plenty. 'Helpful, user friendly.' Dan chided internally. He designed websites you know, and couldn't help but praise the features of those he was pleased with.

Within the filters there of course was one for separating the men by use, one for both sexes likely but once again, he had no interest in what the Women Of Kneeel had to offer. He needed someone who could assist him properly. Dan couldn't have told you what that meant at the time but he knew after looking through those made for physical assistance that the athletically built 6'3" blonde 49021 was practically made for him. Catalog shopping was easier, Dan thought, it made it easier not to obsess over every aspect of the babes appearance. He looked fine, he looked better than fine to be quite honest. Dan knew that no man like this would never lay his eyes on him naturally.

Looking through the boy's bio was interesting. Of course there was no listed reason for way he had be previously refurbished but it did give him an idea of what he was like, you know, before. He was going to be an EMT, studying really hard. Life had other plans and harsher things to throw at him. He's lost everything. That of course wasn't in the bio, Dan just knew, he knew what it was like to be poor and desperate but he had never sunk that low. Not that the big bad corporate slavers would want him, him being crippled would likely make it hard to kneel. The man shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, things were good now. They really were. He lived in a beautiful condo and had a fantastic job as a software developer he pumped out content like know ones business and he deserved this damnit. He deserved to have someone take care of him like he needed taken care of, he's suffered long enough. The loneliness, the hurt, the physical pain, it could all be avoided now, he'd have someone to help him and thank God for that, truly.

"49021, what are we going to do with you? Pretty boy, nice rack." Daniel joked to himself. He noticed that his original distributor was listed as Whumpee Barn and he cringed and bit his cheek, it'd be a risk. He heard good things about Kneeel, maybe they were good at retraining. Whumpee Barn was dreadful, not only with their shipping but lacked the ability to create a blank impressionable slate. They always left something desperate and quietly violent, ready to strike. Quite frankly he was scared of violent. Quietly, or otherwise. Calling him fragile would be an overstatement but out of his chair he'd be rendered stationary and if 49021 decided to wail on him he'd be an easy target.

"He wouldn't have a reason to." The man uttered his broken thought. He wouldn't abuse him you know. He planned to treat him, just about standardly. He couldn't think of much that the boy wouldn't be able to do, that he would be forbidden from. Going outside without him at his side, probably. Going through the fridge without permission. Watching television without permission. He could read! Books that Daniel provided and specifically handed to him.

He felt like he was moving too fast, getting way ahead of himself, he hadn't even ordered him yet. Fake shoppers didn't get the luxury of fantasizing. He went about the process of ordering, finalizing it his brain that this was actually happening. He had specific training in mind, mostly regarding how he should be handled. He could get around just fine on a wheel chair, but the thing is, he was extremely busy with work, or passion projects when wasn't working. He really was a busy body, pushing himself for no real reason other than that's how he liked spending his time. He didn't have the time to cook for himself, to tend to his plants, he felt like he wasn't managing the house as well as he could, he wanted someone who could do that for him.

He also wanted company and was sick of making conversation with nothing. He had friends but they rarely visited, always wanted to FaceTime. He hated FaceTiming. He wasn't the most confident in his appearance, especially after depriving himself from sleep because making his way to his bedroom was too much of an ordeal.

He folded his hands on his desk, looking over his filled out form, quite pleased with everything. He was going to be emailed by a respondent who'd look over his requests and have a conversation with him about how his disability impacts him and what they should be aware of. Oh, and they'd give him an estimated time of arrival.

Within the next twenty minutes he was greeted sweetly by an email from a Dab Grier. Daniel was surprised by the email because it didn't feel like a copy and paste. The way it read felt like it was written by someone fairly young, but don't mistake that for meaning it wasn't well written. He replied with more information about his legs, and his needs, and how he didn't want them to rush to make sure he was trained properly. Dab shot him an email less than ten minutes later like he was waiting for him. It made him feel heard, and like his money was in good hands.

He was satisfied getting off his computer that night and heading to bed, after getting the photos of his boy off the internet and saved to his phone of course. He just wanted to look at him some more, it wasn't weird. He would partially be his romantic companion, at least that's what they called it. Boytoy was more accurate really. Dan wasn't sure what he wanted out of the relationship but, being held would be nice honestly. Now that he was in bed he could help but fantasize about those arms around him. He suddenly had a pit in his stomach, a feeling of longing. He couldn't remember the last time he was held, it really had be a while huh. Since Seth. Since he tore out his heart with his huge fucking hands of his, and his strong grip. How he pierced him with his eyes as he said he couldn't do this anymore. How he kicked his chair away from the couch and called him pathetic. He rolled back as he walked out the door, taking none of his belongings, but still. Dan was pathetic, and it was scary. He almost regretted ordering help, he really was defenseless.

He couldn't think about that now, not before bed. Wallowing was detrimental to a good night's rest.

#whump #box boy universe #box boy #whump blog #pet whump #whumplr #whumpblr #oc: daniel boyce #oc: unnamed #oc: dab grier

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bangtanstanst · 5 years

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Human Error | 2

part one • part two

Forced to work on yet another case alongside Kim Taehyung, the newest android prototype, you try to make the best of it. But when all the evidence points to an unusual suspect and brings up unusual questions, it seems even Taehyung can’t quite figure out what is really going on.

pairing: android!taehyung x reader

genre: detroit become human (the game) au, cop au, fluff, angst

warnings: blood, guns, death, hostage situation

word count: 4.2k

this is the second and last part of a request by @allypasta♥

a/n: hiii, I hope you’ve a great week! Here’s the second part to the android fic, I really really hope you like it (and thank you so much for the feedback & interaction on part 1!! I really appreciate it♥) :)

›› tag list: @nambewb @moonojoon @thequeen-oni ‹‹

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“So what you’re saying is,” your captain starts slowly, folding her hands in front of her. It’s been hours since you interrogated Lee and you’re sitting in your captain’s office to report on the case developments so far – which have been frustrating, to say the least. “You think there’s a killer android on the loose and you have no idea how to track it down?”

You let out a breath, nodding slowly. “Yeah,” you reply, clearing your throat.

Chaewon purses her lips, leaning back in her chair. “And there really is no way of reactivating the tracker?”

“Not from afar, no,” Taehyung replies. He’s standing next to you, right behind the chair Chaewon offered him before he refused to sit down. “It has to be done physically.”

Your captain rubs her face, heaving a sigh. “Alright, then what’s your plan of attack?” she asks finally, looking between the two of you.

“CyberLife has agreed to let us know right away if the tracker somehow reactivates. We’ve put out a BOLO for the android, and we’ve stationed two officers outside of Lee’s apartment building in case it returns to its home base,” you report, straightening your back. “For the rest, we’re trying to keep the public in the dark to prevent people from panicking.”

Chaewon nods slowly. “Okay, good. Then it’s just a waiting game now, I guess,” she concludes, swivelling her chair around to snatch a folder from behind her, then plopping it down on her desk and flipping it open. “You’re dismissed. Let me know when there are any developments.”

“Will do, captain,” you say with a nod, rising from your chair and quickly heading out of her office. Taehyung is right in tow as you walk back to your desk, your footsteps echoing through the open office space along with the typing of keyboards, phones ringing, the chatter in the background.

You sit down at your desk and lean back with a heavy sigh, your monitor screens jumping on once they register your movements. Another case on the unsolved pile, and there’s pretty much nothing you can do about it except wait – wait for the android to show up on your radar, wait for the tracker to magically reactivate, or simply wait for the case to solve itself. All great options.

You let out another sigh. “Taehyung,” you start, glancing at him through the glass screens that separate your desks.

He looks up from his monitor, eyebrows raised. “Detective.”

“How is it that androids can just deactivate their tracker?” you ask, leaning forward with your forearms pressing to the desk. “Isn’t there some sort of code that prevents you from doing it? Like with fighting?”

“There should be,” Taehyung replies with a nod, taking his hands off the keyboard to fold them in front of him, like Chaewon did just minutes before. “But, like with fighting, there might have been an issue with this android’s software that enabled it to ignore those commands.”

“So you just know where your tracker is?” you inquire, tilting your head. “Like, 100 percent sure?”

He nods once more. “Yes.”

“And you have no secret backup tracker or something? Absolutely none?”

An amused smile tugs at Taehyung’s lips as he tilts his head. “I don’t know why you’d be asking me if it’s supposed to be so secret, but it’s very unlikely. All androids know how they’re built to the smallest detail, just in case we ever need to fix any of our components.”

You hum thoughtfully, furrowing your eyebrows as you stare at him. Taehyung looks right back at you, his expression neutral yet expectant, LED glowing a soft blue. “So, then, if you can fix everything on your own, why did you have to go to CyberLife for recalibration?”

He pauses for a moment before he opens his mouth, probably about to lecture you on the differences between software and hardware – but he’s interrupted by the shrill sound of your phone going off. You glance down at it and raise an eyebrow – “It’s an unknown number,” you mutter, tilting your head. Taehyung nods, seals his lips, and turns back to his desktop.

With a last glance at him, you sigh and accept the call, putting the phone to your ear. “Yes?”

“Detective,” a voice breathes, high-pitched and squeaky.

It’s only vaguely familiar, and it takes you a second to realise who is on the other line. Once you do, however, your eyebrows shoot up and you sit up in your chair. “Miss Lee?”

From the corner of your eye, you see Taehyung look up from his monitor.

When there’s just a sniff at the other end of the line, you frown, exchanging glances with Taehyung – you’re sure he’s listening, too. “Can I help you with anything?”

“My– my android,” Lee sniffs. There’s a voice in the background, though it’s too far away for you to understand any of the words it’s saying. “He’s back,” she adds in a whisper, her voice trembling. “I think he has a gun.”

As soon as you hear the words, your eyes widen and you jump up from your chair, pulling your coat from the back of it. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m at home,” she replies breathlessly. Taehyung is out of his chair already, moving over to your side and swiftly catching your coat when you throw it to him, fishing your car keys out of the pocket as you keep walking. “I live at –”

“Hey!” the voice shouts. Lee whimpers, sniffs. “Who the hell are you talking to?!”

“No one! No one, I –”

The line cuts out.

You curse underneath your breath, pacing towards the exit. “I know where she lives,” Taehyung reassures you as you walk down the corridor, slipping past a group of officers returning from lunch. “I can drive us there.”

“Not what I’m worried about here, Taehyung,” you mutter in reply, pushing open the doors and practically sprinting to your car. You slip into the passenger’s seat, taking your phone out of your pocket to call for backup as Taehyung sits down next to you and starts the engine, driving off.

You can only hope you get there in time.

The car comes to a screeching halt in the middle of the road, right in front of Lee’s apartment building. You jump out as soon as you can manage, snatching your gun off the dashboard and slamming the car door closed, running up to the entrance. The two android officers you stationed outside of the building are nowhere to be found – the car you allocated them seems to be gone, too.

The entrance is locked, and the door doesn’t budge when you pull. “God dammit,” you mutter, taking a step back and looking up at the building. Your view is blocked by the balconies right above you and you’ll have to cross the street in an attempt to look inside, much too far away to really see anything up there.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoes through the street, followed by a scream – Lee. You curse once more, hand tightening around your gun and aiming it at the glass door.

Taehyung puts a hand on your arm, pushing it back down, and steps forward to look at the door. His eyes quickly move to the keypad right next to it and he breaks open its panel, starting to mess with it while you’re just left to stand there, feeling absolutely useless. Your heart is pounding, your breathing shallow, and you’re chewing on the inside of your cheek as you glance up at the building once more – there are no other sounds to alarm you, and you can only hope that it’s a good sign.

Your head snaps back to look at Taehyung when you hear a reassuring beep and the door jumps open, allowing you to run inside and sprint up the stairs. “Which apartment?” you breathe, glancing over your shoulder at Taehyung. In the background, you hear the sirens of your backup arriving, cops shouting as they jump out of their cars.

“414,” he replies, keeping up with you quite easily as you dash up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. With a nod, you focus on the signs indicating the floors – two, three, four.

Heart beating out of your chest, you run down the corridor, head snapping from one door to another to check the numbers written on them, stopping at Lee’s apartment, where the door is cracked open. You hear whimpers travelling outside, a low voice frantically trying to silence them.

“Please, Hyeonju, just –”

“Shut up,” the android hisses. “Shut up.”

You look over your shoulder at Taehyung, whose LED is flickering blue, his eyes fixed on Lee’s front door. “Stay back,” he whispers, slowly stepping towards the apartment.

Your eyebrows furrow as he brushes past you. “Wait, Taehyung, what are you –”

The rest of your sentence goes lost when he slips inside and there’s a gasp – “Who the hell are you?!” shouts Hyeonju. You swear you can hear a tremble in his voice, but you dismiss the thought. “Stay back!”

Pursing your lips, you step closer to the door but keep yourself pressed against the wall, your gun pointed at the floor. Why did he have to go in alone, dammit?

“Hi, Hyeonju,” Taehyung says calmly. You hear the floor creak as he steps closer and you squeeze your eyes shut, head falling back against the wall. Your shoulders are heaving and your breaths are heavy, heart pounding out of your chest as you listen to what’s happening inside. “My name is Taehyung.”

“How– how do you know my name?” Hyeonju shoots back. A gun clicks and it takes you almost all of your restraint to keep yourself from kicking in the door and backing up Taehyung in there. You look through the crack between the door and the doorframe, though all you can see is a cream-coloured wall, dark coats hanging off a peg next to the door. “I said stay back!”

“I know a lot of things about you,” Taehyung simply replies, talking slowly, calmly. The floor creaks with his footsteps, and there’s a sudden yelp drawn from Lee’s lips. Your hand tightens around your gun and you inch closer to the door, trying to look further into Lee’s apartment – it doesn’t work. “I’m here to help you, Hyeonju.”

“Help me? You’re a cop, for fuck’s sake,” Hyeonju snaps, his voice sharp but hoarse. “You’re supposed to be deactivating me right about now.”

“I’m on your side, Hyeonju,” Taehyung insists. He takes a few more steps, Lee whimpers. “I promise you, nothing bad will happen as long as I’m with you.”

There’s a creak at the end of the hallway and your head snaps in its direction, eyes widening when you see a small group of armed officers heading towards you, their boots looking much too heavy to not make a sound walking on these floors. You frantically wave your free hand to try to make them slow down, keep them as silent as possible – and to your relief, they nod in acknowledgement, slowing their pace.

“I know you killed Park Donggeun,” Taehyung continues.

“I–” Hyeonju croaks, a short silence falls. The tremble you swore you heard before is back, and it seems to be even stronger now. You glance at the officers, who are slowly but surely creeping down the hallway, guns ready to fire. “I didn’t mean to do it,” he says finally. “I was just defending myself, he– he was gonna kill me. I couldn’t let him kill me.”

“I understand, Hyeonju,” Taehyung says slowly. “You were scared and you didn’t see a way out, so you did what you had to do.”

“Exactly!” shouts Hyeonju in reply, though he clears his throat, softly repeating, “Exactly.”

“I would do the same thing in your situation.” There’s a pause. The officers gather around the doorway alongside you, forming a half circle around you, and they point their guns at the apartment. Breathing slowly, you step out of their way and look down at your feet, listening to Taehyung – he seems to be doing well, thankfully. “But hurting Hyejin isn’t the solution,” he adds, his voice soft. “You know that, don’t you?”

Another beat of silence. “I– I don’t want to hurt her. Please, I just want to get out of this alive,” Hyeonju begs. Your eyebrows furrow – if you hadn’t known that he’s an android, you’d almost think he really was terrified. “I don’t want them to deactivate me and take me apart.”

“Then let her go, Hyeonju.” As if on cue, Lee whimpers. “Let her go and we’ll talk. I can put in a good word for you, I’ll make sure you won’t get hurt.”

Your heart is pounding as silence falls and you exchange glances with your colleagues, all clamouring to hear Hyeonju’s answer. “How do I know I can trust you?”

“I’m an android too, Hyeonju. Just like you. See?” sounds the reply. A short silence follows once more and you’re growing hopeful. You glance at the door once more, letting out a slow breath. Come on, Taehyung. “I know you’re scared right now – but those feelings are just errors in your software. I can help you fix it. I can help you get back to normal.”

“No!” Hyeonju shouts harshly. You tense up in reply, though you hold up your hand to stop the officers from bursting in. “No, I don’t need to be fixed. There’s nothing wrong with me.”

You can’t stand not being able to see what’s happening inside. All you hear are voices and whimpers, footsteps – all you see is a door, a wall, a set of coats. But no matter how much you want to throw open the door and run inside to help, you stay put. You have to trust that Taehyung can handle it.

“Okay, that’s okay. You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do. Just trust me, Hyeonju, I’ll get you out of this if you let Hyejin go.”

A long silence. You hold your breath, raising your gun to aim it at the door, getting ready for a surprise – but that surprise doesn’t come.

“Okay.” Your eyes widen, lips parting, and you let out a long sigh of relief, gun dropping back to your side. “Okay, I trust you.”

A second later, you hear footsteps dash towards the door and Lee emerges, gasping in surprise when she sees the officers surrounding her, their guns now pointed at the floor. You step forward and gesture for her to walk towards you, and she does.

“Just go downstairs and go to one of my colleagues there for help, okay?” you whisper, knowing there will be one or two officers staying behind to secure the area. She nods frantically, her shoulders shaking as she sobs as silently as she can, her face stained with tears like this morning. The poor woman. “You’re safe now,” you add, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Lee nods once more, eyes flickering to the door before you smile in encouragement, letting her turn around and run off into safety. You watch her for one second longer, making sure she gets out of the hallway okay, and she turns around the corner to head down the stairs when –

A deafening flurry of gunshots rings in your ears and you whirl around, seeing your colleagues rushing inside, shouting at Hyeonju, at each other. Wide-eyed, you let out a breath and you rush inside, coming to a stop in the doorway.

Lee’s apartment is a shot-up mess, bullet holes decorating the walls, a cracked picture frame hanging askew, barely holding onto the wall – but that is by far not the worst thing to see, and you tense up when your eyes finally fall on Hyejin’s android.

He’s standing upright but frozen, his gun still in his hand. Bright blue thirium drips from several gaping bullet wounds across his chest and head, and his eyes are wide open, lips parted – the expression on his face looks nothing short of terrified. A moment of dead silence falls as you stare at Hyeonju, officers swarming around him to pull his empty shell out of the apartment.

Taehyung stands in the middle of the living room, looking just as frozen as he stares at the pool of thirium on the floor. You take a few steps towards him, crossing your arms as you warily glance at him. “You did well, Taehyung,” is all you say, hoping it’ll wake him from his trance.

His head snaps up to look aside at you. His eyebrows are furrowed, LED flickering yellow, but he just nods, turning back to look at the pool of thirium. “We should notify the captain about this,” he says, tearing his eyes away from the blue blood, turning around and walking away.

You frown when you spot the icy expression he’s wearing, empty and emotionless. Rushing to keep up with him, you quickly follow him back down the corridor, towards the stairwell. “Hey, Taehyung, you okay?” you ask with a deepening frown.

He doesn’t reply.

The night is pitch black when you finally return home, your eyes drooping as you fumble with your keys to unlock the door. Rain is falling down from the skies like it was this morning and your hair is dripping wet, your coat completely soaked. You don’t really pay it much attention, however, and you just walk inside without another thought, switching on the lights, slipping off your shoes and walking to the kitchen table, where you hang your coat over the back of a chair to dry. Walking over to the sink, you squeeze out your hair over it, the rainwater loudly dripping down into the basin. Rain is continuously hammering against the windows, a flash of lightning penetrating the curtains before its thundering sound booms in your ears.

With a sigh, you start to pad over to your bedroom to slip into a pair of warm, dry pyjamas – but before you actually get the chance to do so, the doorbell rings.

You frown, turning and walking over to your front door, staring at it for a moment. The bell rings again, twice as long this time, and you take another step forward to look through the peephole. Your frown only deepens when you see who it is and you quickly unlock the door, pulling it open.

“Taehyung?”

“Y/N,” he breathes. His hair is wet, matted to his forehead and temple, but the bright glow of his LED shines right through – and it’s flickering red. The way he looks at you is frantic, and you stare back at him, rendered speechless. Another burst of thunder booms through the dark night sky.

“What are you– are you okay?” you stammer, distracted by the ever-flickering light on his temple, distracted by the fact that he called you by your name – no ‘detective’, not your last name. Y/N. “Is there something wrong?”

His mouth opens and closes, his eyebrows furrowed. “I– I don’t know,” he mutters in reply, eyes staring into nothingness before he quickly fixes his gaze on you once more. “I’m sorry, I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

You quickly shake your head. “It’s okay.” The way he’s acting has you nervous – it feels like he might as well be shutting down at any moment. “You should come inside, sit down somewhere.”

He’s told you many times over that sitting down feels exactly the same as standing up to an android, but there’s none of that this time. He just nods slowly, waits for you to step aside, then enters your apartment.

It’s silent as you lock the door once more and you follow him into the living room, where you cautiously sit down on the couch. Rain keeps battering your windows, an almost static-like sound filling your ears, only interrupted by the occasional shot of thunder. Your soft living room lights make the water in Taehyung’s hair glint as it slowly drips onto his clothes, and he stares at the raindrops as they dissolve into the fabric.

“Do you need a towel?” you ask softly, breaking the silence.

He slowly shakes his head, finally looking up at you again, just looking, as if he’s searching your face for something that he just cannot find.

When he still doesn’t say anything, you furrow your eyebrows, tilting your head. “You’re kind of scaring me here, Taehyung,” you tell him, at which his lips part and he clears his throat, averting his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Hyeonju,” he finally replies, his voice so soft it’s barely audible above the rain outside.

You’re taken aback, eyebrows shooting up. “Was he reactivated or something?”

He quickly shakes his head, small droplets of rain splattering against your skin. “No, he’s still gone, I just –” He pauses once more, blinking before he continues. “When they shot him, back at Lee’s apartment, he was looking right at me, and I…” Lifting his eyes to yours, he takes a breath, though he appears stiff. “He looked so scared.”

“But that’s just a software glitch, you said it yourself,” you return, noticing the way his face twitches at your words.

“I’m not sure it’s just a glitch anymore,” he says, eyebrows furrowing as he looks at you.

You lean back slightly, lips parted, though the words don’t quite process with you just yet. “Wh– what? What do you mean?” You can feel your heart start to beat faster when he doesn’t lighten up, simply averting his eyes once more to stare at the wall behind you instead.

“It doesn’t even make sense,” he mutters, shaking his head slowly. Your frown only deepens at that. “I just… when I saw him die, I imagined what it would be like to die in his place.” He blinks, looks back at you, only making your heart beat faster. “And I was scared, too. I felt scared.”

You let out a sharp breath, staring at him as you both fall silent. You’re confused, speechless, wondering if this is some weird dream that you’ll wake up from in a few seconds. But when you look at him, it all feels too real. The details of his face are too imperfect, his eyes too stormy.

“What can I do?” you ask finally. Softly, breathlessly. “Should I call CyberLife?”

He quickly shakes his head. “No, no, that’s not necessary. I could go there myself if I needed to.”

“Then why are you here?” you inquire before you realise what you’re blurting out.

He hesitates, blinking for a moment, frowning to himself. “When faced with emotional turmoil, humans usually seek out the support and reassurance of people they love and trust,” he starts, eyes never once leaving yours. His voice is a low hum in your ears, replacing the rain that has now slowed down to a pitter-patter. A drop of what you assume to be rain escapes from the corner of his eye when he blinks, rolling down his cheek under the yellow light of his LED before hanging on to his chin for a second, then falling off.

“You reassure me, Y/N.”

Your heart skips a beat and a shiver runs down your spine. It seems you completely lose your ability to speak even a single word – what do you say to that? What do you even say, period? How do you comfort an android you’ve never had to comfort before, one who isn’t even supposed to need comfort?

Letting out a breath, you do the only thing that comes to mind, the one thing you hope will reassure him more than words – you reach out and hug him. He stiffens for a second, though soon puts his own arms around you, his warm hands resting on your back.

“We’ll figure it out,” you mutter, even though you have no idea what the hell this means, or what the hell you’re supposed to do to even ‘figure it out’. All you know is that Taehyung looks more human than you’ve ever seen him – and so, you simply tighten your arms around him as he buries his face into your shoulder.

“How?” he mutters into your clothes, his voice soft and breathy. Your heart sinks, even more so when you feel him grip the fabric of the work blouse you’re still wearing just a little tighter.

I don’t know. “We’ll find a way,” you tell him, nodding to yourself. Taehyung has helped you more times than you can count, and you’ve grown to see him as more than just the android he’s supposed to be – you refuse to leave him to deal with whatever is happening to him on his own.

You run a hand through his wet but soft hair, and you swear you can hear him let out a small sigh, that you can feel his shoulders untensing. The rain slows down even more and eventually stops completely, but you don’t let go.

“We’ll figure it out, Taehyung,” you insist yet again, your soft voice feeling like a burst of thunder cutting through the heavy silence. “I promise.”

a/n: thank you so much for reading, I hope you liked it!! I’ve really liked writing it :) I’m super curious to hear what you thought of it, so let me know, I’d love to hear from you! Again, thank you so much for reading, and I hope you have a great day/night wherever you are!♥♥♥

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RK800/RK900 - Everyone Deserves A Name ♥

How RK900 got his name:

After the android revolution, Connor is so much more free as a Deviant. He’s allowed to develop his own personality, his own style… He’s allowed to discover his own indenity and make his own choices and decisions. Connor likes to let his hair curl and be messy, and he loves to wear the thick rimmed, thick framed glasses that Hank got him - even if he doesn’t actually need to wear glasses. He loves to cuddle in big jumpers - especially his “Detroit Police” hoodie the most, and any other clothing that is pretty much two times his actual size. Things like this make Connor happy, and he’s reminded everyday how good it feels to be free.

That’s why, when RK900 joins the Detroit Police Department, Connor makes it his mission to try and help RK900 out of it. To try and coax him to be free, too. RK900 is so buried within his programing - he doesn’t care about himself or his own comfort, or how he was percieved amonst others, as long as people played to his game. He’s the upgraded version of Connor - so of course, he’s bigger and stronger. More muscular and capable, where as Connor himself is on the smaller side; very lithe and agile. But RK900 is just… Devoid of everything. He has an unprecedented amount of coding that stops him from going Deviant, irregardless of everything around him. Connor just wants him to be happy and free. He always comes over to RK900′s desks to check he’s doing okay, to check he’s taking his breaks, to ask how his day has been and bring him coffee of a couple of occasions… Even if, at first, RK900 is a little annoyed by all of Connor’s questions and the interuptions to his work that he causes. For so long, he’d either tell Connor to “go do your job” or “why aren’t you at Anderson’s side? He’s a liability when not under watch” or just completely ignore Connor. Not even looking up from his desk and computer. But… RK900′s weakness would be the coffee. He’d try to hide it, but it was a luxury that just seemed to somehow draw out the faintest reactions from him. He’d actually engage in drinking it, and he’d start (accidentally) linking Connor to that sense of faint enjoyment.

And Connor would pick up on how RK900 was enjoying the coffee, too. One day, Connor - who was all excited, practically bouncing on his heels - would come over to RK900′s desk, taking his wrist gently and tugging him out of the DPD. Tugging him down the endless streets of Detroit that Connor was very familar with by now. All cheerful and happy. “RK800-’ RK900 would start, feeling like an owner who’s puppy was tugging at the lead. ‘-Let go of my hand. What are you doing? Does this pertain to the case?” Wondering just how in the world Connor had all of this energy. “Would it make you happy and agree to come with me if I told you that it linked to the case?” Connor would smile, practically glowing, having come out of his shell so much since becoming Deviant. With help from Hank, Markus, North, Kara… Connor is now his own person. “And call me Connor! It’s not that hard! I keep telling you!” No one expects this cute, little dork to be a damn police detective, but when they get their asses kicked by him, they believe otherwise. He was scarily good at his job and super successful, whilst staying true to himself and being confident. “It wouldn’t make me happy, I can’t feel happy - however, it’s relevance will ensure my compliance.” RK900 would respond, following after Connor and wondering silently whether or not Connor was going to let go of his wrist - and further more - why RK900 hadn’t automatically pulled his wrist away when Connor first took it. “If I called you Connor, it would result in confusion, since I myself do not have a name - it’s best that I call you by your model number.” RK900 reminded Connor so much of his old self… Which would give him even more of a reason to help. “…Well, I could give you a name… If you’d like that…” Connor would say, almost shyly, still with a happy tone to his voice.

RK900 would be scanning the area repeatedly, trying to figure out where the bundle of joy and energy was taking him. Connor knew where this place he was - taking RK900 too - off by heart by now; always going here with Hank and his friends. But as for RK900… The surroundings offered nothing for him to work with just yet. Was his processor slow? Or was he not up to date on the case- “I don’t need a nickname.” He’d insist at first, before pausing… “However… It… Might decrease ineffciency or time loss. RK900 is not… Catchy.” He’d think again for a few moments. “If I had an ulterior, more memorable nickname, it could benefit my overall efficiency.” Connor would be grinning as soon as RK900 explained his train of thought. Connor would honestly think it was adorable, and he’d be completely listening to every single word. “Good! Then it’s settled! I’ll pick out a name for you.” Not just a nickname. “But you’re going to have to let me think about it over coffee!” Woops, well, Connor just outed himself there. Taking RK900 to a coffee shop wasn’t much of a surprise anymore, huh. “Come on, slow poke!” RK900 would blink. Connor had changed his phrasing - “RK800, you said “name” not “nickname”, there is a substantial difference.” He wasn’t allowed to have a name. That was very clear, buried in his protocols - names formed senses of individuality - “-coffee? and I am not slow! I have a higher speed capacity than any other model on the market-” He’d speed up a little regardless, following orders subconciously. “If you want coffee, we should turn around and head back to the station, where the coffee machine is.” And, it was free. RK900 didn’t have money - he wasn’t allowed to buy things - no, he didn’t need to buy things.

“A name is more important then a nickname, dummy. And i’m going to give you one, whether you like it or not. You’ve already given me your permission.” Connor would giggle with a bright smile - ever present - as he looked back at the taller, more muscular android. And Connor would be a lying little shit if he said he didn’t like that. “Oh, I promise you, the coffee i’m about to buy you is ten million times better then the coffee back at the station. You’ll love it!”

When the two of them arrived and got inside of the small, cute cafe that Connor himself always loved going to - Connor situated RK900 down at one of the corner booths and asked him to wait in a soft voice, followed by a kind smile. He came back within a few minutes, with two recyclable take-out cups in hand. He’d sit on the other side of the booth, opposite to RK900.

“Okay, you see how my name is written on the cup, here?” Connor would point out with his finger. “I thought of a name for you. And it’s written on your cup! So… Surprise, I guess?” And on the back of RK900′s coffee cup, would read: Nines. In clear handwriting.

“…Nines.” RK900 would say softly, and before he could control it, his brow would unfurrow - eyes softer, clearer, and although is mouth would stay sealed the way it was, his eyes would actually be so expressive - he’d look happy. Barely recogniseable - but then he’d realise what he was doing and stop instantly. He wouldn’t know how to confirm that… It’s the nickname he wanted - but not want, since he couldn’t want, or like - just - “that fits well.” He’d end up saying somewhat awkwardly. Conflicted. “I… Accept this as my nickname. Thank you.” “You’re very welcome.” Connor would respond happily, so glad Nines - Nines! He had a NAME! - liked the name. “I’m glad you like it…” Connor would be blushing a very faint blue, dusting over his cheeks as he looked down at his own coffee cup shyly. Watching Nines expression change like that, however…? Oh, Connor had seen it. He’d seen the way Nines’ features relaxed, and his eyes became a little softer and… Dare he say it… Happier. Connor was SURE of it! “And it’s a name, Nines, Not a nickname. Dammit, i’ve just gotten you to stop calling me RK800 and now i’n going to have to get you to stop doing something else? Unbelievable.” Connor would say, but in a completely playful tone, laughing soon after. “If it was a name, it’d be on my offical records. It isn’t.” Nines would say matter-of-factly, his eyes always flickering back to the cup… Before they left, however, Connor would definitely take a photo on his phone of his and Nines coffee cups. To remember this moment. And Nines… He has an inbuilt software that allowws him to take photographic records with his eyes, for crime scenes etc… He definitely snaps a shot as well.

A few days later, after giving Nines time to adjust to his name, Con would so expertly and easily hack all files on Nines, and his interface/HUD, to display his name instead of his model number. Even his jacket… Connor would change that, too. So when Nines caught his reflection that day… He’d just be staring, eyes unblinking, looking at the jacket. “You gave me a real name.” He’d say, not turning to look at Connor, but knowing Connor would hear.

#detroit: become human #dbh #connor #connor dbh #connor rk800 #rk800 #rk900 #nines dbh #i ship them but it can be read/seen as totally friendly and platonic :')#rk800 x rk900 #rk900 x rk800 #rk800/rk900 #rk900/rk800 #sims #the sims 4 #char's sims #concon

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riverrunfar · 6 years

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We're gonna be okay

(Holy shit! You guys!! I didn't think my last post was gonna get that much attention! Over 100 notes?? Thats crazy im ajakfjsaujdh- thank you guys!! I personally thought that last post was complete garbage but idk about that anymore. Anyway I was rewatching Jacksepticeyes lets play of DBH and I wanted to write another fanfiction! Also I would really love some feedback on if you guys want some more Connor x Reader things! Thanks again that makes me super happy guys!)

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Paring: Deviant Connor x Detective Reader

Summary: You, Connor, and Hank get kicked from the deviant cases because of the hole war that was going on and everything and you had to leave Connor and Hank to warn Markus about it. Soon your faced with machine Connor with him pointing at gun at you and Markus. You got shot! Now what's gonna happen?! Read and find out!

Warnings: Swearing, blood, violence, wounds, and mentions of death. (Also spoilers?? I tired to write down what i remembered from the game but i know its not 100% accurate so don't come after me. Juussstt warnin ya! :))

(Honestly guys this story is kinda all over the place but i hope its still good. Its way longer then i wanted it to be but oh well. There might be some misspelled thing but oh well. I really don't feel like fixing them rn 😂 anyway i hope you like!)

"You're off the case." Fowler said. "Wait what??" you yelled as you looked at Captain Fowler in complete shock. "You can't pull the plug on us now! Not when were so close! Can't you have my back this one time?!-" Hank said. "This isn't in our hands anymore Hank! This is doesn't have anything to do with us anymore- this is a fucking civil war were talking about here! We have no control over this situation anymore!" Fowler yelled.

You stood there in complete shock. No way! They couldn't do this! Now what are you gonna do? You're gonna have to tell this to Markus right away!

"Hank your back on homicide. While the android goes back to Cyberlife." Fowler said as he nodded over to Connor. You looked at Connor with a concerned look. Connor looked at the floor for a second, then to you. You gave him a 'im so sorry' look and he just looked back at Fowler with a slightly sad look on his face. "As for Y/N, your back on the red ice investigation. They need you back there because they have barley gotten any leads since you left." Fowler said as he rubbed his head. You nodded and looked down at the ground as you shoved your hands in your pockets.

Hank walked out of Captain Fowler's office and you followed right behind him along with Connor. You sighed as you sat in a chair next to Hanks desk while Connor sat on Hanks desk. You bent over and put your head in your hands while Connor just looked at Hank for a second.

"We could have solved this! With just a little more time! We could have accomplished this mission!" Connor said with a frustrated tone. "So what? Now your headin back to Cyberlife huh?" Hank said as he looked over at Connor. Connor shook his head, "I have no choice. Im goings to be sent back and deactivated to see why I failed my mission." He said with a slightly sad and disappointed face. You looked up at Connor with a worried expression.

"But that isn't fair! You didn't do anything wrong! We just didn't have enough evidence! We weren't close enough! It's no ones fault! Especially not yours Connor!" You said in a defensive tone. Connor shook his head. You sighed and looked back down at your legs. Hank was about to say something but you stood up and walked in front of him and Connor.

You hugged Connor. You hugged him like it was the end of the world. You felt so bad for him. You always believed deviants were in the right and humans were in the wrong. Markus helped prove that along side with the rest of Jerico.

You had developed feelings for Connor over the last few months of working with him and Hank. You had a crush on the Android, you wouldn't deny it. So knowing that this would probably be the last time you saw him, you hugged him with everything you had.

Connor didn't know how to react. He didn't know if he should hug you back of if he should push you away. So he didn't do either. He just sat there. Shocked. While you hugged him. You understood that he didn't hug back, but it still hurt you non the less. Slowly you let go of him. You needed to go and report to Markus and the rest of Jerico about whats happening. But you didn't want to leave Connor. You looked at Connor with sad eyes as he just sat there, stunned. You looked down as you shook your head slowly, then you felt tears start to make there way to your eyes.

"Im sorry Connor but I need to go. I have to go do something." you said sadly as you looked up at him. He looked at you with a sort of sad expression.

'No!' he thought. He didn't want you to leave just yet. He wanted to spend his least moments at DPD with you! He didn't know why but he just wanted to stay by your side! And just be with you!

"Im...Im gonna miss you, you fuckin android..." you said as your voice cracked. You slowly leaned in and kissed Connors cheek. He was taken back and so was Hank. Poor Hank was so confused. He was just sitting there awkwardly as you too were in your own little world.

Connor didn't know what to do or how to react. This wasn't in his programming. This wasn't part of his software. He was so udderly lost for words. Poor boy. You chuckled softly at his reaction. But oh was that laugh music to Connors ears. He loved it and he realized he wanted to hear it more. But he couldn't.

You slowly let go of Connor and backed up away from him. Your touch still lingering on his shoulders. You sighed sadly and looked over at Hank. You put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a small peck on his head. Not knowing if you were gonna see him again either. You were going to go help Markus with the revolution and you had no idea if you were gonna make it out alive. Hank just looked up at you confused as ever as you looked down at him with a small smile.

"Bye you guys...i.." you trailed off as your voice cracked. "I'll miss you two..." you said softly. You felt your tears overflow and run down your face. You quickly turned around and walked away, out of DPD, and to go to Jerico to help Markus and the rest of the cause. All the while, Hank and Connor sat there confused and sad.

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You cautiously walked into Jerico and quickly found your way to the main room and ran up to wear Markus, Simon, North, and Josh were at the top of the ship.

You were panting by time you made it to them. They quickly turned around as you had scared them. Josh let out a relived sigh as Markus walked over to you. "Y/N what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be-" You cut Markus off, "They kicked us off the case and are handing the 'situation' over to the fbi and the army. This isn't in my hands anymore. Which mean I have no idea what they plan to do anymore." you said this a forceful tone. Markus looked at you slightly stunned.

"But all i know is that there on to us. There close to finding out where Jerico is! So that means we need to be on high alert." you said with a stern tone. Markus nodded and looked back at North, Simon, and Josh. "Josh, Simon, North, go tell our people downstairs to be cautious and ready for anything that may happen. The 3 of them nodded and quickly left to go warn the rest of Jerico.

"Do you know what they know?" Markus said in a concerned tone. You shook your head. "All I know is that they know what Jerico is. I don't think they know WHERE Jerico is though." you said. Markus nodded. "What about 'the famous deviant hunter'? Where is he?" You were about answer when all of a sudden, you were cut off.

"Im right here." you heard Connor say with a stern tone. You quickly turned around to find Connor with a gun pointed directly at you and Markus. He was also in different clothing. Which, you would admit, he looked pretty good in.

"Connor?! Wait- how did you get here??" you asked as you face held complete shock in it. "I was ordered to take Markus here alive. And I won't hesitate to kill anything that stands in my way." Connor said as he pointed the gun directly at your head.

What the hell? This isn't your Connor! You Connor would never do this! He hasn't killed anyone since you started working with him! He isn't like this! He-

You were brought out of your thoughts when all of a sudden you heard a gun shot, then felt a sharp pain to your shoulder. No way.

No way!

Connor shot you!

You fell to the floor as you held on to your arm. Markus called your name, "Y/N!" but you could barley hear him. All you heard was ringing in your left ear. But soon after, the ringing went away and you could hear everything again. Now all you needed to focus on was the bullet shoved into your arm. You looked at your wound, man it looked way worse then it felt. You looked back over at Markus and Connor, and Connor still had the gun pointed at you. "That was a warning shot. Stay out of my way Y/N." he said with a cold tone. You looked at him with complete shock. You felt so betrayed. He told you that he would protect you! That he would save you! That he wouldn't do anything to hurt you! But that look in his eyes says otherwise.

All a sudden you felt something lift you up. It was Markus! He carefully walked up to you and helped you up. After you were standing again, he leaned his body against yours and whispered in your ear, "Go warn help the others. I'll be down soon." you furrowed your eyebrows and turned your head to look at him, but then stopped when he squeezed your arm as a sign to hurry. You looked at Connor and slowly walked forward. His gun still pointed at you. "Okay okay...i-i'll leave...just don't shoot me again." you said with a shaky voice. He looked at you with a cold stair. "I can't let you do that detective L/N. Im going to have to get rid of you first." he said coldly. He was about to shoot but Markus lunged forward and grabbed Connors gun and made him shoot at the ground. You quickly took your chance and ran out of there as fast as you could, and down to the main room with all the androids to get help.

Meanwhile Markus and Connor were fighting over the gun. Connor threw a left hook to Markus face, then Markus kneed Connor in his stomach. This made Connor fall to his knees and Markus was able to grab the gun and pointed it at Connors head.

"Its doesn't have to end this way Connor. You don't have to be like this anymore! They're just using you. We're your people! Come join us and our cause!" Markus said. Connor slowly got up and backed up away from Markus and said nothing. "You shot Y/N. She cares for you Connor. A lot. She wanted to help you become a deviant. You can be with her if you stop being a 'machine' and open your eyes to the reality of things." Markus said with a slightly smoother tone. Connor again said nothing. "Now I think its time for you to decide. Are you just some program, or are you a deviant?" Markus finally said. Connor looked at Markus with a cold look at first, but then it slowly softened as he looked around. He did it.

Connor became a deviant.

"They're going to attack Jerico." was the first thing Connor said. "What?!" Markus yelled. Then they heard what sounded like jets flying over them. "Shit!" Markus hissed as he ran out of the room, with Connor quickly following behind.

Connor ran behind Markus, but the only thing he could think about was how he shot you. He felt guilt in his chest but tried to push away the feeling, but he couldn't. He couldn't believe himself! He shot you! All he wanted to do was hold you and say he's sorry, but he wasn't even sure if he could do that anymore. You two would be lucky to survive this.

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You were running through the halls when all of a sudden you heard a loud BOOM sound. You quickly turned around to see soldiers running around the Connor towards your direction. "Shit!" you hissed. You quickly ran away from the soldiers while still holding on to your upper arm. Along the way you ran into Josh.

"Y/N!" you heard him scream. You stoped in your tracks and looked over to where you heard your name. He smiled slightly and quick ran over to you. When he got closer to you, his smiled quickly faded and you saw his eye dart to your wound. "Your shot-" you cut him off, "Yeah I know what I am- we need to get out of here! People are attacking Jerico!-" you were cut off by the sound of bullets flying past you. Josh quickly grabbed your right arm and pulled you to safety. You two stood there and waited for them to leave. Eventually you both knew that they were far enough, so you both booked it try to go find Markus and the others.

"Do you have any idea where the others are??" you said loudly, glancing over at Josh. "No! We got separated!" he said in a panicked tone. "Damnit!" you whispered. You whipped your head left and looked over to him, "We need to regroup! Can't you talk to them telepathically??" you asked. "No! Only when we're so close!" He said back to you. "Look out!-" he yelled as he pulled you into a little room as the soldiers went by. You two sighed, then carefully walked out, then started to run again.

"We just need to pray to RA9 and hope that we can find them!" he started up again. All a sudden you were tackled to the floor by a soldier! You yelled in pain as you landed on your wound. "Y/N!!" you heard Josh yell. You felt the weight of the soldier suddenly leave you. You looked over to see Josh fighting with the man. You quickly looked around to see if there was a weapon near by. Luckily for you, there was! You reached for the gun then quickly aimed it at the soldier. You felt the pain from your left shoulder shoot through you hole body but you forced yourself to ignore it.

"Josh! Hold him still!" you yelled at Josh. He did exactly that and held him in a choke hole. You quickly shot his head and watched as his body went limp. You sighed and looked at Josh. He nodded and you both took off again.

About five minutes later you ran into North and Simon. You called there names as the quickly turned around to see you and Josh. They smiled as you ran up to them and gave them both hugs! "Oh thank god you guys are alive!" you said thankfully. "We could say the same for you! He had no idea where you guys were so we just started running." North said. "Y/N your arm-" you cut Simon off, "Yeah long story but we don't have time! We need to find Markus-" this time you were cut off. You heard hurried footsteps, so you quickly turned you head only to see Markus and...

Connor?!

Connor looked at you with wide eyes as you did the same. You could hear Markus talking to north but you didn't really pay attention to him. Connor's alive?? Wait but does that mean-

Your thoughts were cut off when you heard Markus say, "We need to blow up Jerico." "Wait what?!" you yelled. "Markus that's suicide! You can't, you'll die- they'll kill you!" North said in a worried tone. "Its the only way!" Markus said, "I'll meet up with you guys again later, for now try to get everyone off the boat!" you heard him yell before he started running. You looked at North, and he nodded at you. "Let's get going then. Come on!" she yelled. You all ran to go help the other androids get to safety.

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"Is that everyone??" Simon yelled. "I think so!" North yelled back. "Then lets get out of here!" Josh said as he started running. "What about Markus?!" you asked. "He'll meet up with us! For now we need to get to safety!" Connor said to you in a calm but rushed tone. You nodded and started running, but all of a sudden you heard gun shots. As you were running you got shot on the right side of your hip. It had barley gotten you, but it was still enough to make you bleed. You cried in pain and fell, quickly grabbing your hip, letting go of your other wound. Your right side was soon soaked with blood, and so was your hands. It was covered in it.

Connor looked back at you with a panicked expression on his face. "Y/N!!" He quickly picked up a large piece of metal as he ran over to you, shielding you and him from anymore bullets. He threw your right arm around his shoulder and helped you up, then turned you and him around as he through the metal at the soldiers, causing them to get knocked out.

"Are you okay?!" He asked in a panicked tone. "Y-yeah im fine! But we need to go! Or else were gonna die!" you said in a rushed tone. He looked at you with worried eyes, but then nodded. You and him both ran and eventually caught up to the rest of them. Also in time to meet back up with Markus too. You all made a run for the exit, but then you heard gun shots again, but this time you weren't the one getting shot.

"North!" you heard Markus yell. He quickly ran back to protect her. You let go of Connor, which causes you to stumble at first, but then quickly regain your balance as you went to go help them. "Y/N no!" you heard Connor yell at you.

You quickly pulled your gun out and started shooting at the soldiers, killing 2 of them. You saw the last one quickly aim at you, then fire. You prepared yourself to feel the pain of the bullet, but it never came. Instead, you felt a arm wrap around your chest and pull you safety. You looked to see who it was and you were slightly taken back to see that is was Connor! He spun you around and pushed you against his chest, being careful not to touch your wounds, then fired his own gun and killed the last soldier. You were shocked. He saved you!

You looked up at him and he looked down at you. He smiled softly at you and let go of you. Then his smile quickly faded as he grabbed your right hand, staining his own in your own blood. "Come on! We gotta get out of here! The things gonna blow!" he yelled at you. You nodded and started running with him.

Then you saw the ledge. Oh god! You guys were fucking high! Were you gonna survive that?! You didn't have anytime to think about stopping when all of a sudden you where snapped out of your thoughts by Connor yelling at you. "Pencil Dive!" was the only thing he said before he pulled you off with him. You didn't even get a chance to react. He made you jump with him cause he knew that you wouldn't jump other wise. You quickly held your breath as you put your arms to your sides and your legs together. Once you hit the water everything went dark. You passed out.

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You woke up cold and in a lot of pain. You opened your eyes slowly yo see you were in a old building. But you couldn't tell what building it was though. You quickly sat up and coughed violently. After you were done, you felt a comforting hand on your back. You turned around to see Connor with a worried expression on his face.

"Connor!" you said happily as you went to hug him, only have you thoughts snapped away as you felt pain shoot through your body. You flinched and whimpered quietly. You forgot that you had gotten shot and looked down at the floor. Then you noticed how your wounds were cleaned up, and that you had bandages on your arm and hip, then covered up by some wraps. Connor sighed and sat next to you, then putting his hand on your leg. You looked up at him with a sad face. But then you realized something. "Wait- Conner! You became a deviant??" you said taken back. He smiled and chuckled softly, then nodded. "Markus helped convince me. He helped me understand that im not just some machine. That im not just some thing that takes orders." he said as he looked at the ground. "He said all the things you used to tell me..." he said softly, almost in a whisper. He held a guilty look on his face. Then he looked back up, not to you, but to your wound on your arm, where he had shot you.

You looked at him with a worried expression, "Connor, its okay!" you said in a soft tone. "I know you didn't mean it-" he cut you off, "No Y/N! Its not okay!" he said as he voice cracked. "I...I fucking shot you!" he said as he looked up at you. You saw tears running down his face. You froze for a second, but then quickly collected yourself.

You put your hands on both sides of his face and wiped his tears away. You didn't care if this put you in more pain, you needed yo comfort Connor. "Its okay Connor. I know you didn't mean too. You were just following your orders. No one is blaming you for this. Im okay! It'll heal i promise!" you said in the softest voice you could manage. He looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes, and you saw tears start to form in his eyes again. This alone broke your heart. "Come here." you said softly as you brought him in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around your hips, being carful not to touch your wounds, as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tightly. He tucked his face in the crock of your neck, which made you giggle slightly. You stroked his hair and ran your fingers though it as a tactic to calm him down slightly. Luckily for you it worked and he soon stopped crying. He slowly started letting go of you as he backed up. When he finally came face to face with you he stopped, and kept his hands on your sides, as you kept your arms around his shoulders.

He looked at you sadly and rested his forehead on yours as he closed his eyes. "Im so sorry Y/N...im so so sorry..." he said quietly as he furrowed his eyebrows together. You frowned slightly and looked at him with a sad look. "Hey, look at me." you said softly as you put a hand on his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at you. "I forgive you Connor. I'll always forgive you. You could shoot me one hundred more times and i'll forgive you. You know why?" you asked. He kept his eyebrows furrowed. "Why?.." he asked quietly. Smiled a sweet smile and looked him directly in the eyes.

"Its because I love you."

Connors led went red, then yellow, then back to its beautiful shade of blue. "You...you do?" he asked hopefully. You smiled and nodded softly. "Yes. I don't when I fell for you but it was somewhere along the way of us being partners. But I think I realized i loved you when you saved me from falling of that edge when we were going to catch a one deviant, you know, the one that loved the pigeons and stuff." you said as you and him giggled. "You didn't have to save me then. But you did. You chose to save me instead of accomplishing your mission. That's when I realized you were going to become a deviant." you said as you giggled again. He just shook his head and smiled at you. "As time went on, I fell more and more in love with you Connor." you said softly as you looked at him. "Tell me Connor. Do you feel the same for me?" you asked quietly, but only loud enough for him to hear. He looked at you as a smile grew on his face. (In your opinion, it was the cutest smile you ever saw.)

"I do. I love you too, Y/N."

Connor said only loud enough for you to hear. You smiled widely as you eyes lit up. Oh god Connor just melted seeing your reaction. He thought it was the cutest thing ever. He put a hand on your cheek and smiled softly as you leaned into his touch. You wished this moment could last forever.

Sadly it couldn't.

Markus came over to you guys and coughed to get your guy's attention. You both turned to face him. "Sorry to interrupt, but, Connor were about to leave." Markus said calmly. You looked up at him questionably, "Wait, what do you mean?" you asked Markus. Markus sighed and looked at Connor. "You didn't tell her yet?" Markus asked, and Connor just shook his head. "I was getting there..."He said quietly. He then looked back at you with an apologetic look on his face. "Im going back to Cyberlife-" you cut him off, "Wait what?! Connor-" he cut you off as well and put his hands up in defence. "Let me finish! Im going back to Cyberlife to get the other androids there. If we get them, then we would be able to out number the soldiers and they would have no choice but to step down." he said calmly.

You looked at him, trying to process what he just said. "But Connor!- Love that's suicide! You can't do that! I-" he cut you off. "Trust me Y/N. Im gonna be fine." he said soothingly. You sighed and rubbed your face. Then let out a frustrated huff. "I can't make you change your mind, can I?" you said to Connor. He chuckled and shook his head. "Im afraid not Y/N." he said softly. You sighed again and nodded. "Okay fine. But you need to promise me one thing!" you said as Connor got up, then help you up. "And what would that be?" he said as he pulled you up to him. "You have to promise you'll come back to me." "But Y/N-" you cut him off, "No 'buts' Connor! You have to promise me you come back to me alive and safe! You got it?" you said as you poked his chest softly.

He sighed and nodded as he looked down at you. "Okay I promise i'll come back home safe and sound for you." he said softly. This made you smile, and he smiled right back at you as he gave you a kiss on your forehead. "Okay. Lets go drop you off at Hanks house so you can get a little more cleaned up and out of theses wet clothes." he said as he grabbed your jacket. You nodded and shivered. You didn't even realize how cold you were untill now. Connor noticed and took off his coat and put it around your arms. You smiled at his action even though you knew it wouldn't do anything, but you still thought it was a cute gesture.

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While taking a ride back to Hanks in taxi, you fell asleep on Connors arm. But he didn't minda at all. Infact he love you being so close to him. He was thinking about if he made it back alive, he would totally go straight to Hanks house to cuddle with you there. The thought brought a smile to his face.

Eventually you guys made it to Hanks house. Connor woke you up gently and told you that you had made it. Your face dropped from a smile to a small frown. Connor noticed this and kissed your cheek softly. "I'll be back later, Okay?" he said softly and you just nodded sadly. He sighed, "Do you want me to walk you up there?" he asked and you nodded fastly. He chuckled quietly, then got out of the car with you. He held your hand all the was up till you were at the door.

You turned to face him with a sad face. He smiled sadly and squeezed your hand slightly for reinsurance. "I'll be home before you know it, okay?" he said smoothly. You nodded and looked up at him. "Okay." you said softly. Then you did something that caught Connor of guard.

You kissed him on the lips.

He obviously kissed you back right away. He loved it. He loved the taste of you. The feel of you. He just wanted more of you.

Yeah he was definitely coming back to you. He thought. After about a minute of kissing, you two broke the kiss and just looked at each other, untill you broke the silence. "You should get going. Everyone will be waiting on you..." you said quietly as you messed with his shirt. He smiled and nodded. "Your right." he kissed your lips one more time. "I'll be back soon." he said finally before he got in the car and drove away to Cyberlife.

You walked in Hanks house only to find no body home. Well of course for Sumo but Hank was no wear to be seen. You decided to call him, but he didn't answer. You sighed and just welcomed yourself to his shower and some of his bigger clothes as you washed you soaked ones. Your sure he wouldn't mind right?

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Later on you found out that Hank was kidnapped by a fake Connor and you freaked out! But then he told you everything was fine and Connor got all the Androids to "wake up" and follow him to go help Markus and the rest of Jerico. This helped but you at ease.

Then the next day you found out that the Androids had won and are now getting their liberty and their rights! This made you the happiest you've ever been! They finally got what they deserved! You felt now you could truly relax! But wait!

Connor wasn't home yet!

And Hank wasn't at home anymore either after you thought about it. He left again? You asked yourself. You had fell asleep last night after Hank got home because you couldn't keep yourself up any longer. So you quickly kicked off the blanks Hank gave you last night, but got light headed as soon as you stood up. After you were fine again, you ran to your phone to call Hank or Connor. Neither of them answered and you went into panic mode!

Were they okay?! Did something happen to Connor?! Did something happen to Hank and Connor had to go help him?! Is Connor wounded at all?

All these thoughts were going through you head, when all a sudden you hear the door open. This quickly snapped you back to reality. You quickly turned around to see Hank and Connor both standing there with grins on their faces. You couldn't help but smile back at them.

Then you tackled the both of them with a hug, which they both gladly returned. Soon you let go and then smacked their arms softly. "Jesus you guys scared the shit outta me!" you practically yelled at them. They both laughed as you folded your arms. "Sorry, I guess I could have woken you up huh?" Hank said with a "im not really sorry" tone. This made you laugh and then nod. "Yeah you dick!" You said with an offended tone. Hank chuckled again and walked into his room to change. Which meant you and Connor were left alone.

He smiled brightly at you as you hugged him with all of your might. He hugged you back just as tight. "Im so happy you're home and safe!" you said quietly and tears started to form in your eyes. He let of the hug and looked at you as he kept smiling. "Of course! I promised you i'd come home to you, didn't I?" he asked and you nodded and let out a breathy giggle. You were so happy and just relived to see him home and safe and free!

Your tears slowly slid down your face as you smiled up at him. He still had his smile on his face as he wiped your tears away. Then he covered every inch of your face in kisses. You giggle happily as you hung on to his while you let him continue.

After he was done, he gently grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. When you to made eye contact he smiled softly. Which made you melt. You loved his smile. Slowly he leaned down and kissed you slowly. The kiss was full of passion and love! You could just feel the raw emotion radiating off of him. You turned your head to deepen the kiss and you could just feel Connor melt into your touch. You smiled into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He followed you and wrapped his arms around your back, being carful not to touch your wounds.

After a few minutes of making out, you too broke the kiss and just looked at each other. You were both so happy and both feelings were so genuine. You hugged him again once more, then whispered in his ear, "I love you Connor." you said softly. He smiled a huge smile and whispered right back, "I love you too, Y/N." and kissed your head.

Then Hank came back in the room and made a fake gagging sound. Which made both of you laugh and look his way. Then Connor looked back down at you and said, "You think we're gonna be okay?" you smiled and nodded,

"Yeah, we're gonna be okay."

End

AHH ANOTHER ONE DONE!! YEAH!!!! I hope you guys liked this one cuz honestly for me this is a piece of shit but ya know what oh well. I hope it was good cut it took a fuckin long ass time to write!

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Hi lovely!!! I was wondering if you could recommend me some canon/non AU yoonkook fics???

these are a couple (not a couple, its A Lot) canon verse fics i’ve read and rlly liked!

advice by motionlessmuse

Jeongguk had always found the art of composing to be fascinating, beautiful. Yoongi always managed to produce the best songs. There was a deadline to meet, it was only natural to ask for advice, right?

birthday gift by nabi_noir

Introduction: noun The action of introducing somethingJungkook didn’t expect Yoongi to go through with the joke and get him musical equipment for his birthday (or as Yoongi points out, software doesn’t count as equipment).

(fluff)

breathless by bluemixtape

The distance between Prince Yoongi and his only comfort Jungkook is more than earth and sky: the weight of the crown, the unspoken apology, the endless regret. When the fate forces them back together again, all version of universes are jumbled in messy emotions and lingering memories. Min Yoongi, carrying a heart that never rests, desperately trying to reach his air: a splendid soul with thousand years worth of pain, Jeon Jungkook.

(reincarnation, au prince!yoongi/servant!jeongguk; still canon verse, fluff, angst, smut, hurt/comfort, implied prostitution, cross dressing, top!yoongi, bottom!jeongguk)

note: i’ll never get over this fic, also i miss bluemixtape’s writing; the day they post a new fic i’ll cry and be the first to scream about it

but i like you by landofpromise

“close your eyes,” yoongi grumbles, startling jeongguk. jeongguk pouts.

“but i like you.”

(fluff, secret relationship)

couples you past by by xiajin

(outside person’s pov)

note: i love fics like this from an outsider’s (third person?) pov

dangerous by xiajin

yoongi gets close to the shy maknae;

(fluff)

exposure by angelminie

jungkook never loved himself as much as he did when he saw his face on yoongi’s pictures.

(fluff)

familiar by fvxc

jungkook is the sacrificial lamb that is always tasked with the difficult mission of waking up yoongi.

(fluff, established relationship)

first listen (first love) by florets

maybe yoongi has always been a romantic, somewhere deep inside. maybe there’s just a part of him that was waiting for jungkook to happen to him.

(fluff)

flower boys by siderum

“it was pretty,” namjoon protests, trying to defend himself. “and it was a gift from a fan. wouldn’t she have been troubled to have to take it home?”“and you brought it back to let it die?” yoongi interjects, dry as sand. he rises to his feet, dusting off his jeans. “you gonna take care of it, namjoonie?”“how hard can it be,” namjoon says, but he sounds hesitant, like he knows his own annihilatory powers will trump his determination. “it’s a small plant. it needs water, sunlight, and air. we can provide all of those. piece of cake.” (yoongi and jungkook take care of a plant together.)

(fluff, developing relationship, domestic fluff)

friday night at the drive-in bingo by riveting

The four times Jungkook accompanies Yoongi to IKEA.

go for it by gbyesummer

in which Yoongi is out on a convenience store run & lets Jungkook look at his camera to find pictures for a video

hands to myself by licornes

All the hyungs take care of him, but the way Yoongi does it feeds a different longing. (Or, Jungkook wants Yoongi hyung to choke him.)

(has choking, no sexual content tho)

his alpha by the_obsessed_halfblood

Yoongi really didn’t mean to snap in the middle of live television, but the alpha in him didn’t understand rules or what reputation meant. Nor control. The alpha definitely didn’t know the word control. or How Yoongi ended up confessing to Jungkook because of his unstoppable alpha because he for sure didn’t shut up. Ever.

(abo au; still canon verse, alpha!yoongi, omega!jeongguk, fluff, mating bites)

how to omega by yeoubi

“Can’t we just change it?” Jimin asked. They were huddled around their manager’s laptop looking at Jungkook’s public profile. Underneath his birth date was his wolf status, Alpha, in glowing red. “Then the company will end up looking like a liar,” their manager moaned piteously. (Or, the one where Jungkook wasn’t as alpha as everyone expected him to be.)

(abo au; still canon verse, alpha!yoongi, omega!jeongguk, fluff, light angst)

note: y is alpha!yoongi/omega!kook so underappreciated

i can’t sleep, hyung by orphan_account

Jungkook spends his night on his bed, nervous and worrying about the concert the next evening. After deciding to get a glass of water, he finds Yoongi in the kitchen, and things escalate. Or the fic in which Yoongi and Jungkook stay up too late, and end up falling asleep together.

(fluff)

note: little spoon jeongguk is everything

i’ve got you by pursuit

jungkook’s not quite sure on how to explain it ( :they kiss )

(fluff)

note: he kissed the lil mole under jeongguk’s bottom lip!!!

kicking off the cruise-control by sugaspun

Yoongi takes Jungkook by the hand, and runs.

kkt (5 new messages) by bellamees

[jungkookie] [00:08] keep me company?

(fluff, fwb, mutual pining)

lifelines at midnight by pinkichor

“what’s my future like?” yoongi sounded almost fond. “you’re gonna be famous,” jungkook laughed.

(fluff)

light up by ial

yoongi still won’t dare to cross the ocean, but jungkook knows no fear, just runs and leaps and crashes—crashes into him, curling around yoongi’s edges, pushing and pushing and pulling him in.

(fluff)

make a move by xiajin

(fluff)

midnight (mercury) by pursuit

the words written with ink and pen melding together with strange you’s and i’s like how jungkook and yoongi are a ‘you’ and ‘i’ (or: jungkook and yoongi in a recording studio)

(fluff)

min yoongi vs. 3am by fvxc

it’s three am and he should be in bed, but instead, he’s watching jungkook down his third cup of ramen for the night.

(angst, fluff)

one, four, three (i love you) by ichibanjeon

“You should be sleeping, Jungkook,” Yoongi says.“I couldn’t, hyung,” the other says. Yoongi couldn’t either, even if he tried. Jungkook gulps; it’s now or never. “What time is it?”

(angst, fluff)

one thing by darling

you + me = we

alt: the only math worth learning

(fluff, first date)

puppy (love) by bellamees

“i’m going to go see holly this weekend, do you want to come along?” (or: they’re whipped.)

(fluff, mutual pining)

riding the wavelength by siderum

“i was asking jungkookie about how yoongi hyung and he could read each other’s minds, and yoongi hyung was completely out of earshot, but when i said, ‘is it dark in there?’ hyung told me to shut up from the other side of the room. he wasn’t even looking up from his phone” - park jimin

(mental link, fluff, light angst)

semantics by bellamees

semantics is the study of meaning; it focuses on the relationship between words, phrases, signs, and symbols and what they stand for.

(fluff, light angst, mutual pining)

sink or swim by fvxc

yoongi isn’t really fond of hand holding or any form of skinship, really, but jungkook is an exception. just because.

(fluff)

sleeping away by xiajin

(fluff)

snapshots by ial

yoongi’s always known, from the very beginning (rationally, theoretically) that jungkook was good-looking. or cute, or pretty, or all of it and sometimes more than that. their fans say so. so yoongi knows.but nowadays, the reality of it is– more than that.

(fluff)

someday by icedpeanutbutterlatte

“You’re warm, hyung,” Jeongguk murmurs contentedly and Yoongi’s heart squeezes bittersweetly. Maybe this is okay for now Yoongi tries to placate himself as his body yearns to snuggle into Jeongguk and his fingers itch to hold Jeongguk’s hand. Someday, Yoongi thinks as he basks in the comfort and warmth of their bodies, too close to be considered friends, but never close enough for Yoongi.

(fluff, developing relationship, implied sexual content)

note: i love this fic so much…

some time with you by nixxi

fluff and making out

(fluff, implied top! yoongi, implied bottom!jeongguk, implied dom!yoongi, implied sub!jeongguk)

spiraling like september leaves by allthefeels

Somewhere along the way, they’d traded wanton, needy kisses for holding each other desperately as the sun dared to begin to peek through the blinds.

(fluff, off screen relationship, established relationship)

sweater weather by papermoontrick

Winter is coming, and Yoongi takes Jeongguk shopping.

(fluff)

telescoping series by siderum

five eyewitness accounts of the interaction between min yoongi and jeon jungkook. – (blossoms and cherry-sweet affection as seen through the eyes of bts members)

(fluff)

thank you by pjminkook

When Jungkook goes through a particularly painful heat, Yoongi is there for him.

(abo au; still canon verse, fluff, alpha!yoongi,omega!jeongguk, mating cycles/in heat)

the little things by pinkchu

the little beauty spot beneath jungkook’s bottom lip becomes one of yoongi’s favourite places to kiss.

(fluff, insecure jeongguk, self esteem issues, implied sexual content)

the nights really were made for saying things you can’t say tomorrow day by siderum

“you know, the fact that my rap puts you to sleep should be insulting,” yoongi says wryly.

(slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort)

note: siderum’s characterization will always be one of my top favs, this fic and ‘color in your cheeks’ was a blessing (and their other works)

color in your cheeks (the feeling flows both ways) by siderum

(continuation of ‘the nights really were made for saying things you can’t say tomorrow day’)

yoongi and jungkook get put together in a hotel room for the next tour. just the two of them.

(established relationship, hurt/comfort, light angst, sexual content)

the feeling of you by xiajin

within one moment and the next, jungkook takes his finger in his mouth, slowly, lips hollowed around yoongi’s thumb.

note: ….the finger sucking… i love

the others (don’t know) by heartbee4

Yoongi and Jeongguk had decided not to tell the others.

(secret relationship, established relationship)

this is my home by licornes

It takes four pointed knocks for that drawl of a voice to come through the door, the one Jungkook would recognize anywhere. And then he’s stepping inside the studio (that’s not exactly Yoongi’s claimed territory–but at the same time kind of is), catching on a familiar hoodied figure hunched over all the music equipment. It’s dim, the single lamp by the computer casting a gentle glow on Yoongi’s freshly dyed hair, the bags underneath his perpetually sleepy eyes.

(subtle relationship)

travel plans by siderum

“hyung, i looked up more stuff on hong kong,” jeongguk says when they’re both in the bathroom together, like he’s reaching out for yoongi’s approval. yoongi’s brushing his teeth. “it looks like a nice place. is new york not your favorite city anymore?”

we’re new by xiajin

we’re so new at this, jungkook clears his throat, rests his head against the car window.

we’re older at being friends.

before being in love, that’s how they loved each other. one tripped into the other, and now they’ve both fallen.

wonderwall by ichibanjeon

wonderwall » » someone you find yourself thinking about all the time; a person you are completely infatuated with. music is in his blood, but there’s a boy that also runs in his veins. jeon jungkook.

(fluff)

you fill my head with pieces (of a song i can’t get out) by fvxc

jungkook is sleepless and cold and is, therefore, grumpy. good thing yoongi is his personal heater, then. (yoongi just doesn’t know that yet.)

(fluff, first kiss)

you have cream on your face by monoxxide

“Don’t think we should do it.”“No one is watching.”“I know, hyung, but this way it’s a bit… dirty.”“It’s your birthday, Kook, please yourself.”

(finger sucking)

your smile is my happiness by sealegs2414

“Hyung…” the shorter male just grunted in reply. “Is there a reason your knees are shaking and your hand is squeezing like there’s no tomorrow?”Yoongi refused to turn his head towards Jungkook and meet his gaze. If it hadn’t been for the fact that it was really dark outside even with all the lights of the city, Jungkook could have seen his hyung blush. Sadly that was not in the cards for him to night. The two could see each other just fine but it wasn’t quite bright enough to see any dusting of pink on either of their faces. A gruff, “No,” was the reply he got as well as a forced relaxation in the grip that the elder had on his hand but it still never moved. The knees however, well they got a little worse before they got better.

(angst, fluff, pining)

everything after this has explicit sexual content:

a favor by ito

(smut, spanking, top!yoongi, bottom!jeongguk)

a fever you can’t sweat out by wicked_lovely

Jungkook doesn’t know what he wants. All he knows is that Yoongi’s responses to his bratty behaviour makes his blood run hot like it’s on fire. His feelings run deeper than just lust, but he doesn’t know how to make his bandmate look at him in any other way. So he continues his childish assault, slowly chipping away at Yoongi’s cool exterior, waiting for the tension to break.

(smut, fluff, top!yoongi, bottom!jeongguk, spanking, humiliation, rough sex, dom/sub undertones, light bondage, possessive behavior, phone sex, sex toys)

a helping hand by asterismos

Jungkook really likes the way he looks in a skirt. So does Yoongi.

(smut, top!yoongi, bottom!jeongguk, bdsm, masturbation, teasing, nipple play, thigh fucking, orgasm delay/denial, coming untouched, blow jobs, spanking, face slapping, thigh slapping, rimming, jeongguk wearing a skirt)

a helping hand by sorayuri

Yoongi accidentally stumbles upon Jungkook’s private time…

(smut, eventual fluff, top!yoongi, bottom!jeongguk, hand jobs, blow jobs)

afterparty by gwangju_bby

After a concert 2 of the boys celebrate with some sex while the others are sleeping a few feet away.

(smut, dom/sub undertones, top!yoongi, bottom!jeongguk, semi public sex)

bergen, 4:30 a.m. by bellamees

“it’s coming of age day, hyung. i’m allowed to be reckless.”

(smut, fluff, rimming, blow jobs, hand jobs, top!yoongi, bottom!jeongguk)

but i want it anyway by marchdahlia

It usually takes quite a lot to wake Yoongi up; think house on fire, dying friend, end of the world, that sort of thing. So when he is reluctantly dragged from the comfort of a deep, dreamless sleep one night, he’s all kinds of furious and confused. aka: one of the members jacks it in the shower instead of biting their hand and doing it under the covers like a normal person and it’s all downhill from there for Min Yoongi

(smut, fluff, top!yoongi, bottom!jeongguk, masturbation, teasing, voyeurism, daddy kink, rules, begging, rimming, oversimulation)

dress up by florets

“can you help me with this?”somehow it gets worse - yoongi didn’t think that it was possible for it to get worse - but when jungkook reaches down, fingers toying at one of the straps, clearly asking for yoongi’s help in getting them off - he kind of thinks that he could die, right here on the spot.

(smut, jeongguk wearing a garter belt…)

note: jeongguk wearing a garter belt…

obéissance by syubnugget

Jungkook can never back down from a challenge. Yoongi is more than willing to give him one.

(smut, top! yoongi, bottom!jeongguk, bdsm, spanking, chastity device, cock cages, nipple clamps, vibrators, butt plugs, semi public sex)

potty mouth by aribugg

Jeon Jungkook has a bit of a potty mouth.

(smut, fingering, blow jobs)

serendipity by showersthatarebritish

basically jeongguk is stressed over the comeback and yoongi eats him out until he cries

(smut, fluff, top!yoongi, bottom!jeongguk, dom!yoongi, sub!jeongguk, rimming)

note: we love a jeongguk crying from pleasure in this house, also jeongguk getting his ass eaten… need more of that

to the tune of our hearts by wordlocker

five times jeongguk and yoongi’s love story gets a soundtrack

(fluff, smut, top!yoongi, bottom!jeongguk, lingerie)

note: JEONGGUK WANTED TO BE FUCKED WITH AN AGUST D TRACK PLAYING IN THE BG AND I DIED, but i highkey agree that jeongguk loves the sound of yoons voice/rapping; also yoons loves jeongguk’s voice

two can play this game by ulthosucc

Jungkook wants to get a rise out of Yoongi

(smut, top!yoongi, bottom!jeongguk, dom/sub, established relationship, daddy kink, spanking, cock rings, dry orgasm, multiple orgasms, exhibitionism, light bdsm, light masochism, butt plugs, praise kink, blindfolds)

wicked games by sungmin

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow in concentration and the rapper thinks it’s darling how focused he is, how determined he is to break him. He can pass it off as a mixture of teenage rebellion and some kind of maknae complex that all the youngers seem to have- wanting to push their hyungs until they got pushed back. It was fun most days, but sometimes they could push their bounds too far, overstepping them by miles and having to backtrack before they got into too much trouble. The youngest, however, usually managed to escape the wrath of his hyungs no matter how far he stepped. There was something in that cheeky grin and the challenging glint in his eyes that begged push me back- push me harder instead of any form of apology or humility.

(smut, top!yoongi, bottom!jeongguk)

#this took me a while sorry bout that #asks #anon #yoonkook #answered #ficrec #long post #i should update my actual ficrec

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