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[trashpandafiction]

The Chief's Daughter - One Shot

Summary: (Based on this plot idea.) You're the daughter of the chief of police in your suburban town and you worry about him working too hard. Dropping off meals, coming to check that he's not at the precinct more than he's home starts to get less tedious and repetitive when you meet his newest addition, Cyrus Lupo. Detective Lupo is a transfer from New York and he certainly keeps your father on his toes, so it's definitely a bad idea to fall for him. Right? Pairings: Cyrus Lupo x Reader Word Count: 1,994 A/N: Here it is! My first one shot back in the game. This isn't beta'd or anything, it's really just a little thing to help me dip my toes in the water again. There is far too little Lupo content and when I saw this prompt, the light bulb went off. I kind of want to turn this into a full story, but I don't know if anyone would be interested in a full story. I hope you like it though!

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When this newest case fell into your father’s lap, you knew that he was going to be working late nights and rarely be home. He assured you that he was going to make sure he was eating and getting some sleep, but you knew him better, and that’s why you were walking into the precinct now, holding a bag of dinner from his favorite local diner.

          “He’s on the field.” A familiar voice said from your left.

          You looked over to see Detective Cyrus Lupo leaning back in his desk chair, a smile on his face. “Again?” you asked him. He rarely went on the field anymore but for this case, your father made it a habit.

          “He should be back soon though, he’s been gone for close to two hours.” He replied.

          “Must have been important if he’s been gone that long.” You said, moving to sit in the chair beside Cyrus’ desk. “Do you guys have any sort of lead yet?”

          He shrugged, sitting up in his chair and rolling forward a bit so he could peer into the food bag. “A few, but nothing substantial so far. This is the biggest one we’ve had and that’s off the record.”

          You slid the bag closer to you while he spoke so he couldn’t look inside, earning a small frown from the man. “Well maybe him being gone this long is a good sign then. Why aren’t you out there with him?” you asked.

          “Someone has to hold down the fort while he’s away.” He said, which earned him a quirked brow from you. “He’s a little pissed off at me and has me on desk duty tonight.”

          Cyrus giving your dad problems was nothing new to you. Since he was transferred to your dad’s precinct out of New York, your dad saw him as a problem child. If you had a dollar for every time your dad referred to Cyrus’ “city experience” or “NYPD attitude”, you could have quit your job. When you first met Cyrus, you thought he was a bit arrogant but as you had gotten to know him on your visits to bring meals or just to check in on your dad, you realized he was anything but. He was caring, he worked hard, and he could always get you to smile or laugh, and that seemed to bother your dad, but you weren’t dating the man so what could be the harm in just chatting with him?

          “I have such a hard time believing that you’d ever get in trouble and assigned to desk duty, Detective Lupo.” You said with a smirk.

          “I can’t believe it either.” he said shaking his head.

          “So, what was it this time? Mouthy comment? Sarcastic remark? Too tough with a suspect? Flirting with a witness? I could go on.” You said with a cheeky smile.

          “You should be a profiler, you read people pretty well.” He teased. “He wanted me to drop a lead and I didn’t want to let it go.”

          You nodded at him to get him to continue.

          “It got us a different perspective and a potential new witness, but it also got me desk duty.” He shrugged. “I don’t know if it’ll play out or not but at least it’s something else to try instead of just sitting around.”

          Your dad was always about facts, not gut feelings, or hunches, and that’s one of the many reasons he butted heads with Cyrus. “Is that what he’s checking on now?” you asked.

          “No, I did. He’s checking on what the witness gave me earlier and I’m sure that if nothing comes from it, I’ll be at this desk for the next month.” He said, crossing his arms on his desk.

          “Well if he’s been gone almost two hours then maybe there’s something there.” You shrugged.

          “Maybe.” He mumbled. His phone rang and he checked the screen before raising his brows. “Maybe it was a good something because he’s asking me to meet him and Jameson.”

          “I won’t keep you from a good ‘I told you so.’” You stood up from the chair and held the bag of food. “I’ll leave this in his office for him.”

          Cyrus stood up and grinned at your joke. “I’m not gonna hold my breath.” He teased. “I’ll let him know you stopped by and that he has dinner waiting for him.”

          “Thank you. Be careful out there.” You said.

          “Always am.” He said, heading for the exit.

          You headed towards your dad’s office but stopped when you heard Cyrus call your name.

          When you turned to face him, he pointed at you. “And I don’t flirt with witnesses.” He said before giving you a grin. “Only daughters of my bosses.” He said before disappearing down the hallway.

          You couldn’t help but smile at the comment as you put the bag of food in your dad’s fridge. You wrote a note to leave on his desk and then headed out, Cyrus’ grin stuck in your head.

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          Two weeks later, your dad was finishing paperwork for the case and beginning the next one. He swore to you that he wasn’t going to be as ‘hands-on’ with this case, but that seemed to slip his mind after the first two days working on it. That’s how you had ended up at the precinct again, eating dinner with him in his office. It was good to actually sit down with him and check in with him, and you almost made it to the one-hour mark before he got a call and was back to work.

          You cleaned up the wrappers from your meals quietly, kissed the top of his head and whispered to him to be careful before you headed out of his office and towards the elevators. When the doors opened, you were greeted with a familiar face: Cyrus.

          “Fancy meeting you here.” You smiled.

          “You’re lucky, I’m rarely here.” He quipped back. “Going down?” he held his arm out to keep the doors open for you.

          “I am, thank you.” You stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. You had seen Cyrus here and there over the past two weeks, but since his comment about flirting with you, you got nervous around him. He must have picked up on it because it seemed like he was upping his interactions with you when you were around, like he enjoyed seeing you blush. “Have a good night, Detective.”

          Before the doors could close, he put his arm between them, causing them to open again. “Can I walk you to your car?” he asked with a crooked grin.

          The request took you off guard, but the doors attempting to close again seemed to pull you out of your head. “Sure.”

          Cyrus stepped onto the elevator and let the doors close before he spoke up again. “Your dad still working or did he actually stop to eat tonight?”

          “We managed to have a whole meal and a conversation for nearly an hour. I think that’s a record.” You chuckled. “I see you’re not tethered to your desk tonight.” You noted, looking up at him.

          “No, I’ve been good for the most part. Whenever I have a good idea, I just write it down in my journal instead.” He said with a smirk. “I’m glad you two got to sit down and talk though. I know he enjoys it too.”

          You nodded. “Good idea.” You teased. You smiled softly at his comment and nodded. “I enjoy it too, even if he thinks I’m being overbearing.”

          “He doesn’t think that, he’s just worried about you worrying about him.” He said.

          The doors opened when the elevator arrived at the lobby and Cyrus let you step out first before he joined you, holding the front door open for you. You were parked across the street and at this time of night, it wasn’t too busy.

          “You won’t give me a ticket for jaywalking, will you?” you asked him, zipping your jacket.

          “It’s not jaywalking if you’re getting a police escort. It’s a law.” He said, looking down at you and holding his arm out.

          “Oh, it is?” you asked, not believing him for a second, but still you linked your arm in his.

          “Yeah. Probably.” He said with a smirk before walking you across the street to your car.

          “Thank you.” You said when you got there, pulling your keys out and unlocking the doors.

          “Just doing my duty, ma’am.” He said, opening the door for you.

          You tossed your bag onto your passenger’s seat and then looked up at him again. You were about to tell him not to work too hard, but he interrupted your plan.

          “I haven’t said anything to upset you or scare you off, have I?” he asked, his arm leaning on the door as he spoke. Before you could ask him what he meant, he continued. “You just seem a little nervous around me lately and I hope I didn’t cause you to feel that way.”

          “No, you haven’t said anything.” Sure, he had made a comment about flirting with you but maybe he had forgotten about that.

          “I know I made the comment about flirting with you and I didn’t know if that was crossing a line or anything. I can knock it off if you want me to.” He continued.

          You smiled and shook your head. “Cyrus, you making a comment isn’t going to scare me off. If it did, I probably wouldn’t still be talking to you.”

          “Even if the comment was true?” he asked you, almost testing the waters.

          You looked up at him and cocked your head slightly. “Was it?” was all you could say.

          “That depends on whether or not that would make you act weirder towards me or not.” He said with a half grin.

          He was flirting with you, and he was telling you that he was flirting with you. Your dad would have Cyrus transferred by morning if he knew that you had been flirting back, even if you thought that it was just friendly banter. You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear and shrugged, trying to find the words. “I won’t act weird towards you.” Good one. “Besides, it’s not like I wasn’t flirting back.” You added.

          He studied your expression for a moment before he grinned. “I’m glad we’re on the same page then.” He said.

          You smiled, nodding. “We are. Aren’t you still on the clock?” you asked him. “I’d hate to see you grounded at your desk again, Detective.” You teased before getting into the driver’s seat. You started the car up, Cyrus shutting the door behind you.

          When you rolled the window down, he leaned down so he could see you. “I just need to grab my stuff and finish my paperwork for the night which shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. I know you just ate, and it’s a little late for coffee.” He started, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

          Was he inviting you out? “How about dessert?” you asked him. “Lonnie’s is open late, and they’ve got the best sundaes in town.”

          He nodded at your offer. “I never turn down a lead on good food, especially the best in town.”

          “Well, finish your paperwork and then come meet me there. I have plenty of leads we can talk about.” You teased.

          “Great. I’ll see you there.” He grinned. He knocked on the top of the car before standing up straight and stepping away so you could drive off.

          You glanced in the rearview and saw him heading back into the building once you had pulled away. You weren’t sure how the night wound up in this direction, and you were a little scared of what your dad would have to say about it, but that didn’t stop you from driving to Lonnie’s for a late-night sundae with your favorite detective.

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[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

patience. ( cyrus lupo x reader )

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Lupo was one bad date from believing that he was cursed. He had feelings for you for several months, and his reasons for not asking you out sooner was because work kept you both busy and his love life was one failure after another. After the last woman he cared for turned out to be one of the suspects they were looking for, Lupo intended to stay single for the rest of his life - something he had shared with you over a drink.

In line with your personality, you called him "dramatic" and a "man who lets a woman's appearance cloud their true character." Lupo had denied your claims, and when you asked him to argue his case, you jokingly called him "counselor". Lupo's argument was based entirely on you, which stunned you into silence as he described his first interaction with you in perfect detail, and you were taken back to the first day you entered the precinct to retrieve files that would help your defense case. However, Lupo appealed to your better nature, and you dropped the case and squashed your client's demands of suing the department.

"I knew that you were against your client from the beginning. You were forced to take the case and took the chance on missing a promotion to get the guy behind bars."

You sipped your drink before sitting it on the bar top. "Yeah, well, I've never been good at taking orders. One of the many, many reasons I could never be a cop."

"I don't mean that as a bad thing." He quickly backpedaled. "I meant that you do the right thing without caring about the consequences. And you do it with every case. And with people." When you raised an eyebrow, his lips formed a smirk as he explained, "Well, you tend to upset people with your honesty. But it's another thing I like about you."

Feeling a shift in the atmosphere, you looked at the detective, who took a long sip of his beer. "I'm not always honest." He looked at you curiously as you continued, "Remember when the shooter broke into my office, and you told me that I should've called you, and I said I didn't cause it was the middle of the night, and you had just gotten off shift, and I promised to tell you everything?"

"Yeah." He chuckled.

"Well, I lied." You turned to order another drink, and with a long sip, your drink was gone.

"What? Wait, wait, so what haven't you told me?" He asked, leaning his arm on the bar top as he turned to you.

"Your choice in women is poor." You held up a hand when he raised an eyebrow, continuing to speak before he could interrupt you. "No, you do have poor taste in women. But it's because you always want to see the good in people. Like me, for example. It's the eve of your day off, and you're sitting in a flashy bar instead of going home because you feel I deserve to have someone. And I don't need anyone." You concluded, referring to the time he had you meet him in what was known as a cop bar because most of the customers were cops, past and present. He had told you that it must've been lonely at the top, meaning the top of your field, and you had told him, "but the view is great."

Lupo had witnessed how personal cases became when you were named prosecutor, the opposition and your colleagues often questioned how you handled cases. Your sharp tone and honesty, which many found offensive, had gotten you into trouble many times, but Lupo was the first to understand that it was your way of keeping people away.

"Yeah, you do." He replied. "And before you judge my love life too harshly, I happened to be right about one woman in my life." He paused for a moment. "You."

"Me?"

"It's currently one in the morning, and you've just won another case, and instead of celebrating with a bottle of wine that would probably cost me three months' wages, you are here having a drink with me." You pondered his words, realizing he was right. "You do need somebody. Everyone does at some point."

"You've got me all figured out, huh?" You paid the bartender when he placed another drink before you, lifting the glass delicately as you turned to the detective beside you. "Have you ever considered that this," You gestured between you both, making the corner of his lips tug upwards at your aversion to labeling him as a friend. "is one, if not the biggest, reason why your relationships fail? You have a girl at home waiting, and here you are sitting with the antichrist."

Lupo had, in fact, considered this, hell he knew it was true, but he refused to let your comment slide so easily. "You're not the antichrist."

"Your partner thinks so. Actually, everyone does. Except you." You tilted your head as you met his gaze, and Lupo shook his head.

"You're not the antichrist. Little smug but," he shrugged, and you glared at him when he smirked, "you are great at what you do, so I let it slide."

You rolled your eyes before asking, "So why do you do it? Is it a charity thing?"

"Did you ever consider that I like your company?" He said, taking a sip of his beer. "After a long day of people lying, receiving some honesty is refreshing."

You stared at him for a moment. "If you can figure me out, then why can't you figure out the women in your life are crazy?"

"I am still busy trying to figure you out. That's why their craziness goes over my head."

You snickered, and he looked at you with a smile, chuckling as he shook his head. You observed him as he took another drink, sensing his sudden nervousness. You were getting closer to the truth; he knew it, and you knew he would tell you. He always told you everything eventually.

"Why do you keep trying to be my friend?" You asked.

"Because everybody needs somebody. And as hard as it may be for you to believe, I enjoy your company. Although it is frustrating when I feel like you're pushing me away and I can never figure out why." He replied.

"Maybe I'm protecting you." You told him.

"What? From you?"

"Is that such a wild thing to believe?"

Lupo set his beer down when you glanced away, playing with your glass, and he could see it then. The truth so openly presented in a moment of pure honesty. So he decided to return the favor.

"I don't really like them." He began, elaborating when you looked at him. "Sometimes I need a distraction. Then I get so distracted that I don't realize they could be a murderer."

Your eyebrows furrowed and while you wanted to make a witty remark, you instead opted to ask, "What do you need a distraction from? The job?"

"Parts of it." He said. "The things we deal with every day take their toll sometimes. And then there's you."

Expecting him to respond like everyone else, even though you knew how highly Cyrus thought of you, you were shocked when he made a confession that would change your life.

"For someone so smart, I don't know how you haven't realized I have feelings for you. That I have for a while." He chuckled lightly.

You knew. Of course, you knew about his feelings. But you had always dedicated yourself to your work, and meeting the persistent Cyrus Lupo, who wasn't so easily deterred as everyone else, determined to break down your walls to learn everything there was to know about you, had made cracks appear on those bricks. You knew tonight was a bad idea. But the scorching jealousy you had felt earlier when you heard about his relationship with the suspect, you knew you couldn't deny it to yourself anymore. Or to him.

"I know the thought of anyone getting close freaks you out. And I don't know who hurt you enough to make you shut yourself away. All I know is I wanna kick their ass." His speech made you smile faintly, and your gazes locked as he moved closer. "And I want to prove that I wouldn't dare hurt you. I'd sooner take a bullet."

"Don't say that. You are ninety-six percent more likely to be shot than anyone else in your profession. Even me. And a lot of people want to kill me." You attempted to scold him while lightening the atmosphere, but you weren't sure he had even heard you as he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear.

"Not if I kill them first. Plus, I'd have a good lawyer."

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, and Cyrus closed the distance between you, kissing you tenderly but with enough hesitance that made you ease into the kiss. You placed a hand on the nape of his neck, drawing him closer momentarily before pulling away.

"I would be a witness; therefore, I couldn't represent you legally -" Cyrus cut you off with another kiss, and your eyes closed as you reciprocated his passionate kiss with equal fervor.

He pulled away after a few moments, but his hand remained on your cheek as his eyes searched your expression to try and gauge what you were thinking or feeling. And his worries were quickly taken away when you spoke.

"I have an overpriced bottle of wine at home. Do you want to join me?"

And Cyrus knew his patience had finally paid off.

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[tinkerbelldetective]

Night School

The tell-tale sound of a key in the door pulled you from your work, glancing at the clock in he kitchen with a start. 12 a.m.

Just because he was accustomed to you sitting at the table with books and papers scattered around you at this hour doesn't mean he liked it. He sat his bag by the door, a mischievous idea forming in his mind.

He bent down, hand on your shoulder as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, his scruff tickling the skin.

"How was class?"

"Good. I think I'll hang up the motion I wrote on the fridge," his breath fanned across your neck as he watched you work, a cheeky grin on his face when he felt your shoulder shake in laughter.

"Make a copy and put it on Cutter's desk."

He had to stifle his laughter at the idea, afraid he'd wake the neighbors, stranding back up, a mischievous grin on his face.

"How is it that I'm the one in night school but yet you're the one doing homework at midnight?"

He snaked his arms around you, ignoring the way you bat your hands at him.

"I have to finish this."

"Not right now, you don't." His arms tightened, tugging you up out of the chair and over his shoulder.

"What the- Cyrus! Let me go!"

"Motion for dismissal denied."

He finally sat you down on your shared bed before quickly changing into a black t-shirt, pulling you backwards with him as he laid down, tucking you under his chin.

"I love you," you murmered, hand curling against his chest.

You felt his lips grace your forehead, the words "I love you, too" delicately placed like an imprint.

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[cantstoptheimagines]

Barber Shop (Cyrus Lupo | Law & Order)

Summary — You’re surprised by Lupo’s sudden change in appearance.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff; workplace flirting.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,048. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ This is based on the moments from Episodes 12 and 13 from Season 20, in which Van Buren convinces Lupo and Bernard to get rid of their “downtown look.”

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You had always known Anita Van Buren to be very, very honest. And she didn’t particularly care if someone didn’t like what she had to say. In this instance, however, you found that rather hilarious.

You were Van Buren’s personal secretary, not to mention one of her closest friends in the precinct. She knew everything about you, including the slight infatuation you had with a certain detective.

Lupo and Bernard had recently been investigating the death of a reporter, leading them to make a connection between her and a talk show host named Vanessa Carville.

As the four of you watched a portion of her show, you felt Lupo’s tall stature practically looming over you. He offered you a small smile when you glanced at him over your shoulder.

As Van Buren turned down the volume of her television, she looked at the detectives with suspicion, “Vanessa Carville?” 

“Megan Kerik wasn’t writing an article about women sleeping with their bosses,” explained Bernard, referring to the victim of their case. “She was writing about women who were sleeping with Vanessa Carville.” 

You nodded slowly, examining the woman on the television screen. The detectives’ investigation seemed to be going in the right direction.

“That may have included Megan,” said Lupo. “It turns out that before she reduced herself to digging up gossip for CitySmear, she was a production associate on The Sisters.” 

Van Buren shook her head, and replied, “I love this show! It’s a great way of turning off your brain for an hour.” 

“Would you love it as much if you knew Vanessa Carville was plowing through her female employees?” asked Lupo. 

You spared another glance at him, and agreed, “She’s married, and she has a family.” 

Bernard jumped in, “If she caught wind what Megan was writing about...” 

Van Buren slowly nodded, and sighed, “Go see her. You know, if it were for anything else, I’d ask you to get me some tickets to the show.” 

The two men nodded. As Lupo brushed past you, he whispered a quiet apology when he rested his hands against your shoulders. You waved your hand dismissively. 

“And one more thing!” said Van Buren, causing the men to stop in their tracks. “You know, I don’t know what kind of ‘downtown look’ you guys are going for with the stubble and all, but it’s not working.” 

You tried to smother your laughter by covering your mouth, but it didn’t seem to work very well. Lupo raised his eyebrows at you, and then he smirked at Van Buren, “For downtown or for you?” 

Van Buren narrowed her eyes at them, and said, “Both.” 

You turned away as Lupo looked at you once more. It was becoming harder to muffle your laughter at Van Buren’s comments. She had never been one to hold back. 

However, you could no longer contain yourself as she continued, “Have you looked in a mirror lately, Detective?”

Lupo and Bernard gave you amused expressions as you burst into laughter. Van Buren gave you a wink, letting you know that she was having just as much fun.

“All right,” shrugged Lupo, chuckling at the sight of you.

Bernard smiled as he followed his partner out of Van Buren’s office, “Okay then.”

Lupo couldn’t stop himself from glancing at you one more time, smiling as you continued to laugh with Van Buren. Even if it was at his own expense. 

You waited patiently for the department’s coffee machine to brew a fresh pot. Van Buren had warned everyone that the office would be in for a long night, and you wanted to prepare yourself. 

Nearly releasing a sigh of relief once the coffee was done, you poured a cup for yourself and quickly began adding creamer. 

“Hey.”

You barely stopped yourself from accidentally knocking over your cup. Lupo chuckled as he moved to stand next to you, muttering, “Sorry.”

You shook your head, watching as he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his broad chest. You blinked and forced yourself not to stare, instead turning your attention to the coffee in front of you. 

“It’s okay,” you replied. “How is your investigation going?” 

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, “Our only suspect is being blackmailed, so we’ve hit a dead end for now. And she claims that she hasn’t spoken to our victim in over a year.” 

You offered him a smile, “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” 

Lupo examined you closely as he watched you stir your coffee. He then decided to get a cup for himself. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, and asked, “So what do you think?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “About what?”

“My ‘downtown look,’ as Van Buren put it.” 

You failed to stop a smile from spreading across your lips. As you finished preparing your coffee, you quickly took a sip before replying, “I think it looks good, but you want to visit a barber shop... be my guest.”

Lupo chuckled, eyes following you as you gently patted his shoulder before finally leaving the room.

It wasn’t too long after your encounter with Lupo in the break room that he surprised you again. He and Bernard had started working on a new case only a few days earlier, which left you to collect some files for Van Buren. 

As you entered the bullpen, you immediately heard her voice: “—without the beards, you guys look five years younger.”

You looked up from the reports in your hand, raising your eyebrows at the sight of Lupo and Bernard. Both men seemed to have taken Van Buren’s comments on their ‘downtown looks’ into consideration. Both of their faces were freshly shaven, making them look much different compared to their previous appearances. 

Van Buren took the files from your hands before finally disappearing into her office. Lupo gave you a small smile as he spread his arms out, and asked, “Well? What’s the opinion?” 

You smiled back, taking a moment to glance at the floor, “Like I said, Detective... I think it looks good.”

Lupo’s eyes followed you as you joined Van Buren in her office. As you closed the door, he felt himself flush with excitement while you gave him a once-over before finally disappearing from sight.

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[stefanmikaleson1864]

Home Is With you

Requested by the lovely : @tkappi​ I hope you enjoy this :) 

Hi.. Would you write a Story with Cyrus Lupo x reader in a love kind like fluff/ sfw or more ?

A/N: If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work 

You are Home 

Cyrus Lupo X Reader 

Working at the 27th district as a civilian definitely had its perks. You worked as a liaison for the people to the police. 

 From the second you got there everyone treated you like family and was very welcoming to you. 

You worked there fresh out of high school, a family friend getting you a job as an administrative assistant first then going to college and now getting the job you have now.

 When you first started the job you thought no way you were going to stay here this long but then life throws curveballs and now here you are. 

You grew it to love it though and couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

 You also mean your amazing boyfriend who you were hoping to become more soon. Cyrus lupo was an amazing guy, no one really knew him like you did though. 

He was a quiet guy to most but once you got to know him he really opened up. He had been through a lot in his life.

 With his brother’s suicide to him being working with the intelligence division he kept a lot close to the vest. 

The first time he ever even talked to you is when he asked you to help him with an undercover case

. It involved some insane group called systematics. You only saw him in passing before that so you were surprised he even thought of you. 

He got in trouble of course for taking a civilian out but he was also nice enough to take all the heat so you didn’t get in trouble for agreeing to go with him. 

After work you offered to buy him a drink to thank him and make him feel better. 

Then the rest is history. He asked you back out after that and two years later you guys were still together. You had even taken the next step in the relationship and moved in together and rode to work together.’

 Everyone at this point knew you were a couple and were the favorite office couple who everyone shipped together. 

Cyrus was incredibly sweet and kind. He always loved taking you to breakfast in the morning.

 It was a way the two of you got to spend some time together. You guys always talked about everything and anything. 

The only deal was no shop talk. You both needed a break from all that. He always held your hand going into work and would walk to your desk then give a small kiss while no one was walking. 

You always said to him before the start of your shift, “ Come home safe to me.”  He always replied 

“Yes Ma'am”

At the end of each shift if you got done early or if he got done early. The other person would wait for them to be done so you could go home together. 

Coming home was the best part of the day. You both would change out of your work clothes and then go and walk Otto together. He would hold your hand and sometimes while out on a walk you would get your fave dinner together. 

Walk around pizza was the best thing ever. You would go to a bunch of different pizza shops eating together.

 It was something you loved or sometimes you would bring a blanket with you on a walk and you guys would eat dinner in the park together. 

Cyrus is a very romantic guy as well. 

When ever he knew you had a long day at work or even if he just wanted to spoil you he would spread candles and flowers around the house and fill up the bath to have it waiting for you. 

You always tried to convince him to join you but he would say it was just for you that you needed to relax. But you had always made it up to him later. 

Cyrus always had his love language that he used. He always loved physical touch as his way of showing his love.

 From holding your hand and giving it a little squeeze or if he saw you getting coffee in the break room he would come over and place his hand on your back and looking up at you and smiling. 

At home the two of you would either lay on the couch together or the bed he would pull you close to him.

 Placing your head on his chest and he would kiss the top of your head and keep you close giving you a squeeze. 

It always made you feel so loved every time he did it.

It was a friday night now and somehow the two of you managed to get off at a reasonable hour. You know were sitting at home when Cyrus looked over at you. 

“Go get dressed and wear that nice outfit i like” He said kissing you 

“Mmm why what do you got planned” You asked him smiling at him

“Don’t worry about i’ll go and freshen up to now go hurry up” He said 

You perked up and ran off the couch and made Cyrus laugh. 

You put on that favorite outfit that he liked so much and got ready and he even put on a nice outfit. He wanted to shave but you wouldn’t let him you loved the beard on him. 

When the two of you finished getting ready he grabbed your hand and the two of you walked out together. 

As you walked out the apartment building you looked over and asked him 

“So where are we going” You asked 

“It’s a surprise” Cyrus said

“Come on babbyyyy a smalllll cluee” You asked dragging it out 

He just laughed and shook his head at you. Where ever the two of you were going you didn’t need that car. Which meant nothing considering it was New York after all. 

The weather was beautiful that night, everyone was out and the city was vibing. It was kinda romantic without meaning to be if that made sense. You just enjoyed the walk and surprise to wherever you were going. 

You ended up at your favorite park. He took you a different way so you didn’t notice. It was a beautiful set up. There were flowers and candles and soo much food with a blanket and pillows. 

You smiled at him and had tears in your eyes. He walked over to the blanket and the two of you sat down. 

You nearly tackled him but you lunged over and kissed him. He kissed you back placing his hands on your face. 

You pulled apart and he wiped the tears that managed to escape. There was all of your favorite things. Your favorite pizza , sandwich , drink and flowers. 

“What is all this baby” You asked

He didn’t say anything, he just got up and reached out a hand for you to take it. You got up and he smiled really big at you 

“Y/N I have been in love with you from the moment I saw you. When I came back home I didn’t feel like I belonged thing’s didn’t make sense but then when I meant you everything made sense and I felt like I was home. And I love you so much and i never want to be with out will you marry me” Cyrus asked getting on one knee. 

You cried and just started shaking your head yes. He got up and kissed you and you wrapped your hands around his neck and he grabbed you closer to him. 

“I love you so much Cy” You said to him 

“I love you too so much always” He said to you 

He let go and took the ring out the box and slid it on your finger. It was such a beautiful ring your dream one. 

“Can we eat now I am starving” You said 

“I wouldn’t want to deprive you” Cyrus said. 

The two of you sat down and you began eating. It was all of your favorite foods and you totally binged out. 

“Well I’m glad you like it” Cyrus said laughing 

“Mm soo good I love it soo much you know how to treat a girl right.” You said 

“Well it’s not over yet” He said 

And you gave him a look and he pulled you closer to him.

 You were resting against him placing your head against his chest and he squeezed you tight kissing the top of your head. 

Next thing you know there were fireworks going off and it was such a beautiful scene that made you start crying again. 

“This is so beautiful baby how / why “ You asked him 

“I know a guy and why because I love you and wanted to make it special” Cyrus said 

“I love it so much” You said 

“Anything for you baby” He said 

You two stayed and watched the show then a little bit later you all packed it up and went home. 

 The rest of the weekend went by way to fast. You guys barely left the bed only to get up to get food and walk the dog. 

Monday morning you had your usual breakfast before work and then the two of you walked in hand and hand. 

When you got there it was unusually quiet and there wasn’t a lot of people around. Which made you both give each other a weird look. 

Cyrus shrugged at you and then when you made your way upstairs to the detective area you were startled by everyone screaming 

“Congratulations” Everyone shouted 

“What omg what is this” You asked 

“You think lupes over there ain’t tell his partner he was getting engaged and we weren’t going to throw a party to celebrate” Kevin  said 

“You guys didn’t have to do all this though this is way too much” You said walking over and hugging him. 

“Around here we need a good thing celebrate”  LT  Van Buren said 

“This is so beautiful” You said hugging her 

“Your welcome you both deserve it” She said it 

They brought out a cake and drinks and everyone sat around eating, talking and celebrating. 

Everyone walked up and congratulated the both of you. Cyrus grabbed your hand and walked out the room to the break room so it was the two of you alone. 

“Did you know they were doing this” You asked him 

“No i was just surprised as you” Cyrus said pulling you in for a kiss

“Why are we alone right now when we have a whole party dedicated to us” You asked 

“Mm because then I can’t kiss you” He said leaning in for a kiss

“Come on, we're being rude,” You said, pulling apart and grabbing his hand. 

The two of you joined the party again and you grabbed cake and drinks for the two of you.  You guys began eating and you leaned over and looked over at him 

“Are wedding cake better taste this good” You said

“Oh it will taste even better” He said 

You laughed at him

. Looking around the room it was so crazy that ten years went and came by just like that. 

You barely even wanted that stupid office job now it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to you. 

You wouldn’t change anything for the world because this was home.

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[russos-ventitre]

alessia russo x reader | lezioni di italiano IV 🧸

✘ summary: it was the first national game against alessia after the two of you finally established your relationship

✘ warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, injury, head injury, brief mentions of blood, reader is mid-20s, ItalyWNT!reader, ItalyCaptain!reader, established relationship

✘ words: 2826

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part i ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ���

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part ii

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part iii

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part iv

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part v

a/n: translations provided as always! sorry for the big time jump :')

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ quattro

Months later...

It was England v Italy, the first time you and your girlfriend were going to play against each other, both of you having previous discussions about this very game. Knowing months in advance that it was coming, both of you agreeing that you wouldn’t hurt each other, no matter what. You both deeply cared about football but your love for each other outweighed that and you'd both rather end up with teammates biting your head off than a broken girlfriend. A loss of a game outweighing the fear of an injured Alessia, or worse.. a dreaded ACL..

"In bocca al lupo, amorina." [Good luck, little love.] You whispered as your two teams lined up in the tunnel together.

"Crepi il lupo, tesoro." [Thanks, darling.] She mumbled back, feeling your hand graze past hers as you both filed outside, splitting into your two teams.

It was an away game for Italy, so your team sang first, being completely overshadowed by the England team once it was their turn. You could hear the words to 'God save the King' clear as day as it echoed throughout the stadium and you couldn't help yourself but clap at the audience's commitment, even if you were shot a few dirty looks from your team.

When the crowd settled down you walked over to the referees with your banner, shaking hands with all three women before turning to face England's Captain, Millie Bright, who was in place of Leah Williamson.

"Good luck out there!" The defender shouted, shooting you a friendly smile as you took her hand in yours.

"You as well! You replied, now swapping banners and taking to your positions.

The first half of the game went pretty smoothly, a few England players slipping through your defense but it was quickly recovered. Your team's main goal for the first 45 minutes or more being purely defense and goal-scoring if the opportunity made itself available. You knew how football worked, you had been playing it for nearly two decades now to know that whatever team scored early on in the first half pretty much has the advantage the rest of the game, regardless of conceding.

Halftime...

All the players file into the tunnel at half-time, you finding a seat at your cubby as you awaited the instructions your coach was about to provide. You sat there, chugging some of your water and zoning in and out, hearing bits and pieces of whatever your coach was talking about. You swore you heard your coach mention something along the lines of ‘play dirty', 'if they get near you, fall', and 'get fouled’ ring through your ears. It wasn’t the first time your team was instructed to play like that and it definitely pissed you off every time you were told to do it. As Captain, it was your job to lead and this, this was something you just couldn’t stand by. You finally had enough, standing up and chucking your towel to the ground, everyone's attention now on you. 

“Siamo migliori di così! Questo non è la squadra che ho captinato per anni! La mia squadra è migliori di così.” [We’re better than that! This is not the team I’ve captained for years. My team is better than that.] You charged out of the room, making your way to the pitch for halftime warmups, spotting Alessia on the sidelines getting some water.

“Stella..” [Star..] You muttered, bending down and pretending to retie your laces. 

“Hmm?” The blonde’s head turned towards yours, looking in your general direction as she drank more water, not wanting to raise any questions to her fans.

“My team.. stanno andando a giocare sporco. Please stay safe.. tell your team, amore..” [They’re going to play dirty.]

You walked away from her before she could respond, hoping no one noticed how long you were next to the striker. Alessia tossed her bottle to the side, running over to her teammates and warning them, hoping that people in the crowds wouldn’t notice the slight worry washing over her features. Your team eventually filed out, joining your subs in some warmups.

After a bit, the referee blew the whistle signalling that halftime was over and that both teams needed to return to their positions. You took your position in midfield, adjusting your socks and shin pads, waiting for the game to start. You looked across the field, finding your blonde readjusting her ponytail before the first touch was made, the girl sending you a soft smile, you returning one back to her.

The first 15 minutes of the second half consisted of a lot of back and forth passes, England coming close to the goal but either losing possession or having their shots saved. Around the 72nd minute England made some subs, swapping Hemp for Kelly and Coombs for Zelem.

Play resumed, the ball being in your section of the field. You chased after Stanway, trying to block her through pass, but missed by a hair. You then chased after Toone, who was currently in possession, hot on her tail and ready to snatch the ball from her feet before you misstepped and accidentally clipped her heel, sending the brunette and yourself, tumbling to the floor. Barely a second after the two of you fell, the midfielder stood up, brushing herself off and stomping towards you. A familiar blonde running over and stepping between the two of you, pushing her in the opposite direction.

“Calm down, Toones.” You heard a familiar voice call, lifting your head up from the ground as you dusted yourself off. 

“Spiacente..” [Sorry..] You mumbled quietly, feeling awful for taking out your girlfriend’s best mate. At least you started to feel better knowing that it was England’s free-kick and not your own. You didn’t deserve it if the referee were to give it to you and you were certainly going to argue with her if she did. The game continued after the free kick, more minutes counting down as both teams were at a standstill of nil-nil.

Finally, someone broke through, Stanway pushed passed your midfield, sprinting down the pitch as she lobbed the ball over to Toone. Toone did her best to dodge your team's defense, having to make a through pass at the last minute to Russo who was completely unmarked in the penalty box, taking the opportunity to score a goal. Winding her leg back, she strikes the ball with her dominant foot, sending the ball soaring into the top corner of the net. The fans going absolutely wild as Alessia's teammates jumped on her back, Tooney being wrapped up in her arms, kissing the blonde's head. You loved what those two had, and didn't feel at all threatened by Tooney being affectionate like that with her, you know she had Alessia's heart first, you knew your place and you were happy there. You never wanted to be the cause of any discourse between the two of them and you were more than happy to share Alessia with the brunette who practically knew her since birth. You view Ella as a sister in that respect.

Cheers died down, both teams walking back to their starting positions. You slowed down your walking so the striker could catch up with you.

"Bel colpo, amore mio." [Nice one, my love.] You patted her on the back before you swiftly walked away from her before your fans could question you on why you were secretly congratulating the enemy. The last thing you need is your home country thinking you've betrayed them, especially your teammates, and that you were now England's 12th player, although the thought did secretly intrigue you and you knew that if you mentioned it to Alessia you'd never hear the end of it. Especially after you politely refused to wear her England jerseys on multiple occasions. Claiming that you'd become 'a disgrace to your homeland', knowing full well she didn't buy it when she saw your lips curl at the ends slightly.

The game resumed, the ball hurdling in your direction, with Zelem not too far in front of you. Both of you jumped in the air, hoping to hit it off your heads and direct it towards your teammates. Unfortunately, the complete opposite happened actually. You and Zelem were mid-air and seconds before the ball reached the two of you, her elbow came crashing into the side of your skull. You immediately screamed out in pain, clutching your face as you fell to the ground with a loud thud. The referee blowing her whistle, ending the play immediately the second she saw your body collapse to the ground.

Alessia had watched the play unfold in front of her own eyes, seeing how the brunette’s elbow smacked into your temple, causing you to bleed. Her focus on the game immediately shifting to you, seeing your limp body on the pitch. Everything after that moment becoming slow-motion for the blonde. She sprinted after you, pushing past your Italian teammates that surrounded you, falling to her knees by your side. 

“You alright, love?” Zelem asked, also closeby to you, making sure you were okay. She looked over to Alessia, whose hands were delicately placed on your body. 

“I’ll take it from here Zel.” She smiled awkwardly, trying to hide the fact the tears that were threatening to escape her eyes. The older woman walked away, leaving Alessia at your side, alongside a few Italian players and the referee. 

The blonde leaned down towards your ear. “Sono qui, amore.” [I’m here, love.] Rubbing her hand down your side, hoping to soothe you somehow.

It wasn’t long until the medics arrived, crouching down beside your girlfriend and asking what happened. “Che è successo?” [What happened?]

“È stata colpita in faccia.” [She got hit in the face.] The striker replied, her hands never leaving your side, in fact, one of her hands was now laced with yours, her thumb soothing the back of your hand. 

The medics moved closer to you, trying to observe the section of your head that collided with Zelem’s arm. Alessia carefully helped you sit up, crouching behind you as her hands soothed down your back. You could barely keep your eyes open, your head throbbing, and everything around you fuzzy. Noise echoing through your ears but you couldn’t make out any of it, only barely able to recognise the sound of Alessia’s voice and her adorable Maidenstone accent, just the muffled sounds of her speaking to someone. The medic gently grabbed your face, tilting it to the side seeing blood trailing down to your cheek, pulling out a cloth to clean you up, the blonde taking liberty in holding it there on your wound afterward. After you were cleaned up the medic looked into your eyes, noticing that they were very dilated. She looked up to the referee who was stood nearby.

“She might have a concussion, she needs to be taken off to be examined.” The referee nodded, signalling the sidelines that a sub is needed.

Your girlfriend took notice of your lack of response, shifting herself so she was facing your side and carefully cradling you in her arms. Standing up slowly so your head didn’t explode, she carried you off the pitch in her arms, earning both of you applause that roared throughout the stadium. You hid your face in the blonde’s neck, trying to block out the blinding stadium lights and cringing at the noise of the fans, being hypersensitive to pretty much everything since you hit the floor. 

You weren’t really sure what happened next, just feeling your limp body being carried, by who you assumed was still your girlfriend, and laid down on the examination table to rest. The room was left dark and in silence as you felt your body sink into the padding of the table. 

The final whistle was blown, announcing that England had won 2-0 against Italy, the entire stadium of Wembley erupting into celebrations. But all Alessia could think of was you, absolutely booking it to the Italy locker room to find you. She ran throughout the building searching for you, finally seeing you through the small window on the door that separated the two of you. The blonde quietly entered the room, a hand coming to delicately stroke your back, as she walked around the table until she reached your face. 

“Amore..” Her soft hand came to caress your face. “..amore abbiamo vinto.” [..love we won.]

You nuzzle your face against the blonde’s hand, finding comfort in her touch. “Mmm.. s’good..” You slurred, your brain feeling like jelly as you laid there miserable. 

The striker quietly pulled a chair over, now able to rest her arms and chin on the examination table to be closer to you, your noses mere inches away from each other. Her hand resumed it’s original position, cupping your face delicately as you lay in pain.

“I scored a screamer for you, baby..” She whispered, seeing a faint smile curl at your lips. 

“La mia ragazza stella..” [My star girl..] You hummed back, your eyes just barely open enough to look back at her, seeing her cheeks turn pink.

“Tesoro..” [Darling..] You hand reached for the blonde, finding purchase on her soft cheek, soothing your thumb over her beautiful skin.

Alessia leaned in closer, your foreheads nearly touching as she laid her head down beside you. “Hmm?” 

“Don’t you want to celebrate with your team..?” You mumbled, your brain feeling worse the more you had to think proper thoughts. 

"No.. I want to be here with you, amore mio." [my love.] She edged her face closer to yours, placing a delicate kiss to your nose, blush slowly filled your cheeks.

"Come on.. let's get you home." She cooed, grabbing your kitbag that was on the side, holding her hands out to help you sit up.

You sat up slowly, feeling the throbbing pain resume once you were upright, a hand coming to clutch at your face as you winced in pain. The blonde walked towards you, slotting her body between your legs, taking them in her hands and wrapping them around her torso, then finally pulling you close to her chest and wrapping your arms around her neck. She carefully slid you off the table and carried you out of the room.

"Keep your eyes closed, love." She mumbled, rubbing soothing patterns at the base of your neck as she navigated her way out of the building to her team bus.

The striker carried you all the way to her team bus, seeing Sarina waiting outside for her players, the coach's brows knitting together as she tried to figure out why one of her players was carrying an Italian player.

"Hey.." She whispered to the older woman. "..could you do me a favour and ask the girls to dial it down before I walk in there. [y/n].. my love.. she has a concussion and I don't want her to be alone in her team hotel room suffering. I'm gonna take her home." The blonde admitted, her face bright red as she had never really admitted that out loud before, only really to her closest friends.

"Sure." Sarina nodded, walking into the coach to make the announcement.

When she finished she walked back out, helping escort Alessia onto the coach without falling. The striker carried you down the aisle, you feeling sympathetic pats on your back as she walked past her teammates, one of them being Ella and the other being Zelem. She took you to the back of the bus, a place where no one was occupying carefully helping you lay down in her lap as the coach began to move.

You tucked your face away in your girlfriend's lower stomach, gently pressing your forehead against it as you hoped that the coach lights above your head would stop beaming through your eyelids that for whatever reason today seem to be as thin as paper, practically begging internally for the ache to leave you alone or knock you out. You honestly didn't care which one came first, you were just hoping to be spared soon because it was unbearable.

Her soft hand came to caress your face, your body melting into the woman's touch and instantly feeling more relaxed the longer she kept her hand there. Your hands searched for the blonde's shirt, finding the end of it and pulling it over your face to hide from the brightness of the light.

Alessia looked down at you bright-eyed, slowly becoming a bit flustered at your choice of face placement. Your nose and eyelashes accidentally brushing against her abs every now and then, causing the girl to fidget underneath you. You whined every time that she did, her movements causing more pain to your head until she eventually was able to control herself. You placed a kiss to her abs before settling yourself, everything afterward going dark.

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Cyrus Lupo / Waste of Time (Part One)

As requested by the lovely @laneygthememequeen: 

Can I request another Cyrus lupo case, maybe where they're both detectives and are staking out but go check it out to van-buren's orders and lupo gets a bullet to his side. He's alright, just bleeding and stuff but survives and the reader goes down, maybe like she worked with the FBI formerly? 

I love Lupo, guys. He’s such a sweetheart and I love writing his character since he’s such a sarcastic, quippy guy. This ended up being too long, so its split into two parts. I’m still working on part two which will be up tomorrow, or Friday depending on time. Please enjoy!

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“This is a waste of time,” A smile played on Cyrus Lupo’s lips at your words, as he stared across the street at the same empty, deserted lot the two of you had been parked in front of for over three hours. Your fingernails tapped on the dashboard rhythmically, as if you were drumming to a song no one else could hear. Even in the dark, he could see the irritation plain as day on your face, lips pursed and nose scrunched in impatience. “If someone was going to be here, they would have showed up already,” Your voice was growing irritated at the lack of any movement at all and at his lack of response to your complaints. One thing about police work was that you had to grind, something you weren’t exactly used to. 

“I suppose the FBI didn’t have you do many stakeouts,” Cyrus commented lightly, as he peered through his binoculars at the ever vacant lot the two of you were assigned to. “You never did tell me what you exactly do in the FBI, besides this,” 

“Cy, you know you need security clearance for that information, and you don’t,” You rolled your eyes, as he broke his gaze away from the lot for the first time tonight to give you a teasing smile. 

“We got engaged, we’re going to be married soon, doesn’t that count for anything?” You shrugged, before giving him a grin. Just the thought of marrying him brought a smile to your face, but that didn’t mean you weren’t a tease. “It accounts for my love,” You said in a mocking manner. 

“Funny, they didn’t cover than in law school or in the academy,” He rolled his eyes before going back to his binoculars.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, and Cyrus couldn’t help but sneak half-glances at you. He tightened his fingers around the binoculars. He was on edge. And, though you complained, you were as well. The Chinese and Italian Mafia were breaking ground tonight with a new deal that could mean disaster and mortal danger for many New Yorkers if it went through. However, there was no way for a multi-man sting to go down without alerting them And that’s where you two came in. 

The two of you had never been assigned on a case like this, much less together. You were working with NYPD on this sting operation, functioning as the go-between for both departments. Van Buren was hesitant to put the two of you in the field together given your relationship status, but in this case, she had no choice, since the case warranted your FBI training, and Kevin was busy overseeing the entire operation with Van Buren. Van Buren had you both agree to talk this case, forewarning that it would most likely be the most danger either of you have been in this far. And though you both agreed to, Cyrus shifted in his seat, half-glancing at you sitting beside him. He couldn’t help but worry about you. Of course, you were capable of taking care of yourself, perhaps more than him. But that didn’t stop him from worrying.  

“Cy,” You tapped him, shaking him from his reverie, your eyes narrowed as you held the binoculars to your face, “There’s movement,” Several men had gathered with large cases, their shapes ambiguous, “You think they might just be selling Girl Scout cookies?” He snorted at your remark, continuing to monitor the situation, when he heard a click. You had unbuckled your seatbelt, raring to go, your body tense with bottled up adrenaline, eager to explode. “We should move in,” 

“Whoa, whoa, we should wait and see,” Taking his cellphone from his hands, but you began to open the door, giving the signal to move in. Cyrus sighed, chasing after you, as you held up your gun and badge. 

“FBI!” You shouted, causing the men to scatter as police and FBI agents surrounded them, one of them lunged for one of the cases. He pulled out a modified AK-47, unlike the ones seen in the U.S., as Cyrus almost could have sworn he was back in the warzone he had left behind years ago. He spotted you ahead of him, right in the line of fire. His heart practically burst out of his chest, his eyes only concentrated on you. He couldn’t lose you, he couldn’t bear it. He sprinted towards you, his body thrumming, the only thought in his mind was getting to you before you left him. Left him like his brother, like everyone eventually did. He shut his eyes as he reached you, wrapping his arms around you as he pushed you to the ground, covering your body with his own. He swore he would protect you when he proposed only three short nights ago, under the stars. He had taken you out to your favorite restaurant, the two of you taking an after dinner walk to very place you first met: a cop bar around the corner from your office. He had offered to walk you home after scaring off two drunks. He joked that he only prevented two homicides so those men should be thanking him. And it was true. You didn’t his protection, you damn well deserved it. And he damn sure wasn’t going to break his promise. 

The rapid fire of bullets had your ears ringing and aching. Your eyes were blurry, you could hear indistinct yelling and gunfire, as your head tried to make sense of what happened. Then it was quiet. Dead quiet. Blinking several times, your vision cleared and you saw Cyrus’s face hovering inches from your own, and you smiled, confused and disoriented. “Cy,” As you shifted, you heard Cyrus groan, and he rolled over, revealing a blooming patch of red on his shirt. 

“Cyrus?” You looked at your clothes only see your shirt drenched a crimson red, your hands covered with your fiancée’s blood. He had taken a round in the stomach. “Officer down! Officer down!” You screeched, catching their attention as they rushed to his side, but you refused to leave it. 

“Ma’am, you have to let us do our job,” One of the EMTs pried you away, escorting you to the ambulance, as they loaded him into it. You rode in with him, by his side, on the phone with Kevin, who filled you in on what happened. The entire thing had become fuzzy in your memory. You remembered charging in, arresting some of the members, the man lunging for the case… Your eyes widened as Kevin recounted what happened. Cyrus had saved your life. The man managed to fire a spray of bullets just as Cyrus got to you, tackling you to the ground, as another agent took lunatic down. You felt guilt and anger wash over you as you looked at Cyrus hooked up to a million machines. His usual grin was hidden under an oxygen mask, his chocolate irises concealed behind his eyelids, and his conscious body looked paler and sickly than before. Tears rolled down your cheeks, as you covered your mouth. 

It should have been you. 

Cyrus groaned, as he tried to turn onto his side, only to be unsuccessful in his endeavor. He felt a pain in his side and tensed, his muscles clenching as the pain slowly faded. His eyes fluttered open slowly, the lights were off, the window shades were half open, allowing some of the room to be illuminated by what Cyrus assumed was the early morning sunlight. Where was he? He glanced around the room, and realized quickly what had happened, his mind snapping to one thought and one alone: “Y/N,” He muttered, still groggier than he thought he was, his words uneven as sleep lured him back, but before he fell completely asleep, he felt something move, and spotted you sleeping at his bedside, head against the edge of the bed. He smiled. You were okay, his last thought, before he placed his hand on your head, before falling back asleep. 

Again, he woke up, but this time you were awake, on the phone. You stood by the window, staring out. You twirled your hair as you did when you were nervous, and he knew you were biting your lip. “He’s still asleep,” You paused as the other person spoke, and your tone grew agitated. “Of course, I want to, but you haven’t even found them yet, and I won’t leave his side until he wakes up. He’s my fiancée!” 

“Good to hear that the wedding is still on,” You whipped around at the sound of his voice, a welcome smile breaking out across your face. 

“You idiot,” You strode over to him, throwing your arms around him as your tears stained his hospital gown. “You idiot,” You repeated, voice breaking as you silently cried. 

Your bags were dark as if you hadn’t slept in days, your hair was a complete mess tied into a bun, and your face was worn with both concern and relief. But you were still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. “I get all tingly when you talk dirty, babe,” He joked, trying to lighten the mood, but you only choked out a sob. And he held you for several minutes in silence, enjoying the fact he still could, and how right it felt. 

After you got the nurse to fetch him a meal and got him his meds, the two of you sat again in complete silence, your eyes trained on him. It felt as if right when your eyes would wander, he would disappear. He would be gone. “Am I that attractive? I could give you my phone, you could take a picture,” You rolled your eyes, ignoring his remarks. Even in a hospital bed, any excuse to pull out that damn phone. He sighed, “Y/N, I’m okay. It would take more than a crazed gunman to take me down. Did you guys capture all the guys?” 

“We did,” You lied, without missing a beat. The leader of the Italian mafia had escaped custody in the confusion with the machine gun. Lupo’s gunshot wound was merely a distraction, and his death would have been nearly a benefit. “I was so scared,” You managed to splutter, moving back to face him. 

“Me too,” He admitted, but he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “But we made it through, that’s what matters, and you got them so I suppose it wasn’t a complete waste of time,” He used your words from before, a smile pulling at his lips as he tried to do the same. He was right, and now the two of you could focus on preparing for the wedding. No cases or work for him, and he hoped you could get time off as well, but as he embraced you again, he didn’t see your gaze drift back to your cellphone, eyes narrowing as you spotted your unit chief’s message: We found him. Are you in? 

You pulled him into a kiss, his lips warm and comforting, as you smiled for the first time since he had awoken. “No, it wasn’t.”

I’m in.

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It’s late when Cyrus turns up at your door. He knows you’re up because he can hear the sounds of the TV. He raps his knuckles on the wood, a brief two knock before the locks slide across and sees your face peering at him through gap.

“Can I come in?” He asks and you sigh before opening the door and granting him entry.

“Sorry, it’s a mess.” You tell him, your hand rubbing over the back of your neck subconsciously.

You’re dressed in a pair of NYPD sweatpants and a jumper he recognises as one of his, from the time the two of you were together. Your hair is pulled back into a messy bun, stray tendrils escaping from the hair tie.

You aren’t doing well; he can see that. There’s half a bottle of red wine on the table alongside an empty glass. You drop back down on the couch, drawing your legs up underneath you, your eyes fixing on the TV. There’s a re-run of Frasier playing. He can tell you’re not really watching.

He knows what’s triggered you. It’s the polygamy case.

Michelle Landon’s decision to return to her sect with her unborn baby to trade her freedom for the sake of her children. You knew what Wyatt Landon was going to do to her and that you can’t do a damn thing to stop it.

You’d gotten close to Michelle, worked with her, soothed over her fears. It had been you that realised she was pregnant, who’d gone to Connie with the information, who had put her back in the hands of the man who had been raping her since she was sixteen.

It’s enough to fuck up anyone.

“Have you eaten?” He asks you as he strips off his suit jacket and hangs it on the back of one of your kitchen chairs.

“I’m not hungry.” You tell him.

“Ok then, I’ll just make something for you later and you can heat it up when you’re ready.” He says reaching inside the fridge and pulling out several items.

“You don’t need to do that.” You tell him quietly.

Cyrus sighs before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

“I want to.” He says as he sets a yellow pepper down on the chopping board. “This is what we do, we look after one another.”

“You’re not my boyfriend.” You remind him as you push yourself up from the couch. “Not anymore.”

“It doesn’t mean that I don’t care.” He tells you as you lean against the work surface alongside of him. He tilts his head towards you, his eyes meeting yours before he asks. “You wanna talk about what’s really bothering you?”

For a second you don’t say anything, you simply tip your head back and raise your eyes to the ceiling.

“I know what men like that do, the revenge he’ll take. He’ll punish her for running away and I just…”

You purse your lips together grimly as you shake your head.

“I understand why she did it, I just can’t make peace with my part in it.”

“You did everything right.” Cyrus says quietly. “You did everything you could to help Michelle, but she made her choice, probably the last one she’s ever going to be able to make.”

“That’s what I can’t reconcile with.” You tell him, your eyes stinging. “The last choice she made was to go with him and I…”

You press your fingertips to your forehead, rubbing at the crease between your eyebrows. He can see the tears glistening on your lashes before you wipe them away with the back of your hand.

“C’mere,” He murmurs, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and drawing you into the comforting shelter of his body. You bury your face into his chest stifling the sound of the first sob that tears from your throat. He feels it vibrate through your entire body as he clasps you close.

“I got you.” He whispers into your hair. “It’s ok, I’ve got you.”

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Cyrus Lupo // Collateral

Summary: You and Lupes cared about each other, but the courage to say it outright? Not so much. Until, this happened...

Warnings: brief mentions of blood due minor injury

2,971 words

You enjoyed working at the D.A.’s office, but there was always something special about when you got to get out of the courthouse or One Hogan Place-- and tag along with the detectives somewhere. Detective Lupo always made Detective Bernard sit in the back, because you were the guest. Bernard let it go, after you said you appreciated it and so did your stomach, avoiding car-sickness. He didn’t want to chance it, neither did you. 

Except when you sat up front, you started to have another fluttering feeling. It started to happen when you let yourself glance at Lupo occasionally. It wasn’t intentional at first, just a random occurrence. Then somehow you enjoyed seeing how his eyes crinkled at something you said, how his hair stuck stupidly out from his navy beanie, how his bearded smile or low chuckle was something to look forward to. Because it was contagious and made your day-- typically dark due to the subject matter of your jobs-- a little brighter. You liked hanging out with both detectives though, you all had a rapport that worked and balanced each other, and you self-centeredly assumed that they liked working with you more over Cutter.

You had accompanied Lupo and Bernard to execute a search warrant of a property you believed was unoccupied. You were there to confirm logistics, because in the past, little grammatical and inferences on the spot, messed up what technically meant what was and wasn’t able to be searched, and evidence got thrown out and threw a wrench in the case. You didn’t want that happening here. The detectives went to knock on the front door, out-of-courtesy, and peered into the front windows which were covered. You heard a faint noise, one that they hadn’t picked up on. You wondered if you had heard it at all, as you were leaning against the car by the road, coat in your hands now since the warm sun had been shining on your waiting frame. Your feet, however, were curious, and wandered in the direction of the sound you thought you heard further around the house. You noticed a side-door, and turned your head to check the surroundings. That’s when out of nowhere you suddenly felt a force pushing you to the ground, your arms immediately stretching out to prevent your head from hitting the asphalt.  You yelped as you made contact, sliding against dirt on the pavement. The prior disturbance and running feet, enough for Lupo and Bernard to notice.

Moments before, Lupo had briefly turned from where he was at the porch, noticing your silhouette no longer by the car. He knew you wouldn’t listen, but he still warned you every time.

“Dammit,” he mumbled out of an exhale, knowing you and your dogged inquisitiveness and also the twinge of trepidation that came with it. He quickly walked down and towards the front yard, until he heard the sounds of the scuffle. Then he ran.

“Guys! There’s someone!” Your adrenaline managed to yell out, as Lupo rounded the corner of the house, seeing your body still on the ground, at the same time a guy was running past him.

“Bernard!” He yelled,  “You’re one o’clock!”

Lupo started taking a step towards you, his mind torn at wanting to check on you, and wanting to chase after that guy, in a split-second. You saw him, debating, as you were half-way leaning up, “Lupes, I’m fine, go!” you ordered, without another thought.

He nodded at receipt of your instruction, as Bernard yelled something else to him. And then Lupo was gone. They managed to catch the guy off guard, and apprehend him. You missed the sight of it, muddling to get up, your arm sore from the unexpected injuries. You got up slower than you had intended, not wanting to put your pain and sudden fear on display. You knew the detectives would think twice about it next time, if you made this a big deal. And, it wasn’t a big deal. You were fine. Lupo met you again halfway, on your small trek back to the car, your one ankle feeling slightly off as you walked, but you didn’t say anything.

Your search was delayed, but a patrol was posted out-front in case other surprises were expected at the house. You went back to the precinct for the booking, annoyed that the day was disrupted. The guy in question was stuck in interrogation room #1 with Bernard only currently...

Because Lupo had to give himself another minute to stop the flames boiling his blood. He asked multiple times on the drive back, if you were okay. You said you were, secretly nursing your sore arm underneath the coat around your shoulders. It could’ve been worse you assured him. He still wasn’t satisfied, his eyes glaring underneath his aviator sunglasses at the idiot in handcuffs in the back-seat. Cyrus knew you could’ve gotten a concussion, or that guy could’ve had a gun. He stopped those same thoughts stuck again on a loop, sensing the tension running from his chest outward. He already went over-the-speed limit driving back. He needed to calm down then, and he still wasn’t any better now, staring at the man behind the two-way mirror. His hand balled into a fist. Lupo crossed his arms, covering up his overbeating heart-- that you were stuck in a part of, permanently, despite if he knew it fully or not.

You held your coat in your hands again, watching over the conversation that wasn’t really much of one in the small room. You shifted, your breath hitching at a burning pain you felt as your arm moved against the fabric of your shirt.

Lupo turned, hearing your gasp in the silence. That’s when he observed the stain on your light grey sleeve. He called out your name forbearingly, to which you turned to,

“You’re bleeding,” he stated plainly, as your eyes now stared at him.

“What?” You dropped your head, rotating your arm, trying to hide the sharp pain that increased when doing so, “Ugh,” you cleared your throat to shove the pain back down, “I’ll be fine.”

He ignored you completely, “No, at least let me get you a bandage, it’s bleeding still. I’ll be right back.”

You couldn’t argue against it, because he had already left the room. You inspected the wound, knowing the ache was growing and he was right, it was bleeding again. The bright red mixing with the darker dried colour on your sleeve, you wondered what bruises were forming underneath the surface. You realized you were lucky, aware of some of the other risks that could have happened. You knew you’d be okay, you could handle yourself, you always had.  

“This was all I could find,” Lupo’s voice called out again, gesturing to the band-aid and alcohol wipe in either of his hands. 

“Cyrus,” you gently whined. It was a name you liked, but never said much, falling from your lips in warning, “You don’t have to.”

“Well, my guilt says otherwise,” he argued, opening the cloth, before holding out his one hand for your arm to rest on.

“It wasn’t your fault, though, it was mine.”

“Technically, yes,” he agreed obviously, as he held back a smirk, “But without you as a distraction I don’t think the perp would’ve ran towards the front of the house and towards us,” he explained, calmly, as he cleaned up the wound, “so he could’ve gotten away.”

He felt your arm flinch at the strong sting of the alcohol. The grip of his one hand, which supported your arm, sensed your reaction, his thumb comfortingly grazing the unhurt skin as a distraction for you. He hadn’t even noticed he was doing it.

Regardless, it worked, your pain fading as your own heart fluttered again. Your brain tried to remind you there was an interview going on a few feet from you, a different wrench in the current case. That this was totally unnecessary too. But you were still engulfed in the small act of caring willingly offered. Even if your face thought nothing of it on the surface, you tried to keep those feelings that were creeping in, at bay. You looked up at the compassionate detective, feeling the band-aid just freshly pressed against the wound, knowing he was finished tending to you.

“Thank you,” you, quietly and sincerely, uttered-- your softened voice causing a tug at the edges of Lupo’s lips that he fought to show fully.

“You-- you didn’t have to do this,” you meekly added.

“I know,” his low voice answered, before nodding, “I wanted to.”

Your eyes got caught in his gaze. You had intended to be nonchalant, but you failed. Or, Cyrus Lupo just observed your eyes enough to know differently. He saw the gratefulness, the vulnerability, the uneasiness. And, he thought he saw something else too, but wasn’t sure, because it was a new look.

His stare was so genuine, but at the same time too profound-- like he figured out how to get through every lock you put on the invisible doors into your head. It scared you, but at the same time you didn’t want to look away. A small smile was still sitting near his lips, coming into full view now, which caused you to mirror the expression on your face.

“Alright, apparently, Leon Anders...” 

Reality snapped back to both of you, as Bernard’s voice hit your pairs of ears. You hadn’t been watching the room to see that the other detective had left.

“...Am I interrupting something?” Bernard questioned, his eyebrows raising at the odd sight of two-working professionals previously sharing smiles in the silence.

“Uh, inside joke.” Lupo easily explained, his head turning away to hide the burn that was traveling from his ears to his cheeks, scratching his beard.

“You’re not that funny, Lupes,” Bernard quipped back, with a tilt of his head, eyes still traveling between both of your faces.

“Leon Anders, what’s his deal?” You asked, interrupting the confused, awkward, and doubtful air in the room surrounding everyone now.

Bernard’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t push it, “Anders was apparently squatting in the house, as he was told to stay there until he heard future instructions from Minetti, but then never did.”

“Does he know about--” Lupo began to inquire, Bernard knowing where he was going,

“I’m not sure. But, how he’s handled things up to this point, I’m guessing no.”

“Well, you can still keep him right now, give him an hour to see if he gets talkative again,” you added.

“I’m going to cross-reference the names to see if anything comes up. You can try a run at him, if you want,” Bernard offered to Lupo, before going to leave the room.

“Wait,” you called out, the detective stopping at the doorway, “What about the search warrant? Why wait on that any longer?”

“Yeah, Anders may or may not know something-- most likely not, but if anything is stashed away-- we can find it and confirm it immediately,” Lupo reasoned, “Or before anything else happens.”

“Well if you’re up for it,” Kevin asked, his own concern evident over what happened to you earlier, “then by all means.”

Bernard knew since you two suggested it, you two wanted to go together, and he wouldn’t intervene. It’s not like he never saw both of you sneaking glances at each other from the backseat. Come on, he was a reasonable guy. He rolled his eyes at it, but he wasn’t one to meddle.

You and Lupo shared one glance of agreement, before walking alongside each other to the exit without a word. You didn’t know if Cyrus was going to say anything before Bernard dropped in. You hadn’t had anything planned, besides continuing to grin there like an idiot. Ugh, you couldn’t stop it. Maybe you did hit your head, and didn’t realize it. First-aid wasn’t anything to read into. Speaking of injuries, you and your sore foot were thankful the car wasn’t parked in the farther lot.

When you walked down the steps of the precinct, the ankle you thought had stopped hurting decided to give out on you, without warning. You felt your leg buckle, your balance shift, and fear rise into your throat as you started to fall forward the last remaining couple of feet. Your voice made an unintelligible squeak in response to the impending injury. Your eyes shut and because of that-- you missed the keen reaction time of Cyrus Lupo, who had jumped off the last three steps, which wasn’t really much for his longer legs, and swung his body around in front of yours to catch you as gingerly as he could.

Your body stayed upright, and fell against soft layers of fabric over a strong chest, instead of the predicted concrete. 

“Woah there,” Lupo exclaimed, mixing in his sarcasm,  “No new parkour tricks on my watch.”

Your eyes shot open, and there he was with that scruffy smile. Dammit. 

“You alright?” Lupo asked, eyebrows raising, noticing you hadn’t said anything.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, and nodded a yes. Your brain couldn’t process words-- too frazzled over the multiple messages from your nervous system: pain, embarrassment, and a feeling that flooded your cheeks when you sensed someone’s strong hands snug around your waist just moments ago. In addition, your arm was ringing in pain from being jarred again. You squinted your eyes, trying to hide not only yourself, but also your hurting-- your other arm tending to your injured one.

At your response, Cyrus stepped a foot back, his arms letting you go, but not his gaze, which was still uncertain, “What about your arm? It doesn’t seem all right,” the detective inquired, his voice kind, but adamant.

“It’s just sore, like my ankle, I guess,” you replied as nonchalantly as you could, hating that you were admitting this out-loud.

“Do you need--”

“No. No hospital,” you cut him off, as you walked to the passenger side-door, “Let’s go. I’ve added to the delay enough.”

Cyrus hadn’t followed you. He was still on the curb, staring at you, shaking his head at you and your stubbornness.

“I’m fine!” you argued flatly, arms outstretched like it wasn’t a big deal, then gesturing to him to hurry up.

He unlocked the car, and you got inside, rolling your eyes to yourself. You hoped your blush had died down by now.

Lupo rolled his eyes, before approaching the car. He sighed, before opening the door and getting into the driver’s seat. The door shut and the engine started. You sensed the air was filling with aggravation. You bit your lip, pausing in thought, “Lupes?”

He tilted his head towards you, waiting for whatever you were going to say.

“I don’t want you guys worrying about me. It’s not necessary. It takes energy away from the job you do and it’s not fair to the victims. But uh, thank you for preventing me from getting a face lift from the ground right now,” you said, forcing a laugh, trying to shift the tone of conversation you had created.

“You’re welcome.” 

Lupo debated himself in regards to saying anything more right then, but as he saw how your loose hair was framing your face, how the light falling from the window hit your eyes and made them flicker with some enticing glow, and how your mere presence existing in the passenger seat made him feel better, he couldn’t help it.

“I do actually like your face very much the way it is,” Lupo assured with a lopsided grin, as you felt a flutter behind your coat’s collar, “But unfortunately, you can’t control what other people worry about. It just comes with the territory of the job.”

“Well, thanks I guess, but I don’t need it.”

“When people care about other people, Y/N, they just do. It’s not something based on need.” Cyrus calmly argued, arm leaning against the steering wheel.

“You care about me?” Your brain blurted out, unconvinced at the fact or that you actually needed to hear it.

“Yes, of course I do.”

“Duly noted,” you said, your own heart feeling too vulnerable in this smaller space, spilling over with something you hadn’t felt in some time, you took a deep breath, looking out the windshield, “I care about you too, you know.”

Lupo’s cheekbones rose with a small smirk, “Duly noted,” he mirrored, before adding, “But, if I have to prevent another workplace injury today, I’m going to have to start seeking reimbursement for medical costs.”

“How about dinner?” You boldly stated, leaving it open-ended, just in case, sneaking a glance at him after the last word left your lips. He saw that same new look in your eyes and suddenly he understood what it meant.

“Dinner?” His eyebrows raised, slightly surprised, his head leaning to the side, contemplating the question he already knew the answer to, “I’d like that.”

“Good,” you agreed, “my cooking is the collateral,” you noted, before getting back to the case at hand.

“Wait-- are you a good cook, though?” His eyes jokingly wide, “I want reciprocity made in good faith here.”

“Did you manage to get through another chapter of your law book?” You bantered right back.

He arched his eyebrow, “It was two chapters, actually. And, I still didn’t get an answer.”

“Shut up, and yes,”  you said, before continuing with the case.

Cyrus let you talk and listened, his smirk turning into a grin to himself, as he put on his sunglasses. He put the car in gear and started the drive back to the house. He made sure not to speed, this time. Taking the slower side streets, on purpose. You didn’t mind, stealing another glance of him as he drove.

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we’re different but that’s okay || gigantic! shark hybrid! eijiro kirishima x angry! takes-no-shit! human! fem! reader 

author’s note: hello there darlings! here's the second chapter of my upcoming series! to be completely honest my brain was so fuzzy when it came to coming up what i wanted to happen but then i had this idea and oml i had so much fun writing it and i can't wait to drop the next chapter next week

content warning: afab reader, she/her pronouns, tooth-rotting fluff, violence, verbal abuse towards an elder, police brutality, mention of human ownership, reader has self-deprecating thoughts but they’re not written explicitly, mention of a gang aka Lupos, lowkey unedited so sorry for any typos that i skimmed over

word count: 3.2k

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Somehow you managed to pull yourself off of the street and made your way to your and Eijiro’s shared apartment. Upon entering the apartment you removed your shoes and set them into the closet near the front door and went to put your bag away, heading for the bedroom afterward to get changed into something more loungey and comfortable. 

While your body was on auto-pilot, you were a bit preoccupied with your thoughts and worries. What did you do that was so wrong? You didn’t understand, but what could be expected, you and Eijiro were two different people. 

Making your way to the living room couch you threw yourself onto the sofa but ended up bouncing right off and hit the floor with a thud and a quiet, ‘ow,’ your phone sliding a few feet away from you on the rug that you’d landed on. With a frustrated sigh and a bit of determination, you crawled towards your phone and grabbed it, unlocking it to see if there was anything new to look at. Nothing new, just a bunch of spam and nonsense. Nothing from him. 

You glanced at the time on your phone and then slowly sat up, looking out the window that was nearest you, grunting at the sight of the sun setting in the distance. 

He should be home soon. You hoped so at least. You needed to give him space and respect his boundaries after all, but you couldn’t help your inner feelings. The need to protect and care. EIjiro could handle himself but he was just too damn nice sometimes, too nice for his own good. What if someone were to take advantage of that? 

You’ve seen it happen so many times and each time you were there to rescue him and give the criminal a piece of your mind. But… was that truly a good thing? Was it the right thing? Were you hurting Eijiro more than actually helping him? 

You sat there for about an hour, simply pondering the self-deprecating thoughts you had that made you doubtful about your mission and purpose in the relationship you had with him, the sky growing darker with each minute you sat there. There was no sound and you had not moved from your spot, your body beginning to cramp from sitting on the floor too long in the same position, but that didn’t matter to you, you were too busy being deep in thought, darkness beginning to fill the living room. 

Time had gone by without you acknowledging it and soon enough, the front door to your apartment had been unlocked and opened. 

“Why’s it so dark in here? Y/N? Where are you?” Eijiro spoke into the darkness and then came into the apartment, shutting the door behind him before kicking off his shoes. The rustling of a plastic bag could be heard and then some more fidgeting, the smell of food wafting in the silent apartment. “I brought food,” he announced and then moved his hand towards the light switch that was nearby the door, flicking it on. 

“OH! Fuck, you scared me,” he cursed, noticing where you had planted yourself in front of the sofa. Sure, he could smell that you were there but he was pretty much blind in the dark and hadn’t noticed your sitting form until the room and hallway filled with light.

No response. 

This caused the hybrid to frown before setting the bag down on the table nearby, sitting down beside you on the floor with a worried look on his face. He observed your dissociative state and then poked your side, watching as you shivered and seemed to come back down from whatever planet you’d transferred to. 

“Eiji? When’d you get back?”

“Eiji? When’d you get back?”

“Eiji? When’d you get back?”

“Few minutes ago. Whatcha thinkin’ about, lil’ gem?” 

Out of habit, you grabbed one of his beefy arms and lifted it to insert yourself against his side, leaning your cheek against him before sighing and relaxing in his hold. He allowed you to move his arm around and then began to gingerly brush his thumb over a part of your arm he could reach, pulling you a bit closer to him. 

“I’msorryaboutearlierpleasedontbemadatmeanymore,” you mumbled, jumbling all of your words together into an almost incoherent single world. 

“Huh?” He questioned, not understanding a thing you had just said to him. 

Groaning in anger you clenched your fist but then relaxed, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath as you calmed down before repeating yourself, “I’m sorry about earlier… I shouldn’t have reacted that way. I didn’t mean to put you in such an uncomfortable place.”

Silently gawking at your words, the redhead was a bit surprised by your words, processing them rather slowly before he cleared his throat and then leaned over to kiss the top of your head. 

“I forgive you. I know that you were only trying to protect me. I’m sorry for wandering off like that after, uh, saying all of that stuff. I shouldn’t have dumped all of that on you, I just- I shouldn’t have burst out at you like that, today’s just been shitty and I was keeping it all in but that’s no excuse for me blowing up on you like that when all you wanted to do was protect me.”

After hearing this, you leaned back and looked at him, noticing that he was looking down at his lap and biting down harshly on his lip which was a nasty nervous habit he’d developed which usually led to him injuring himself. 

Sighing, you reached up and grabbed his chin, tugging on it a little to force him away from biting his lip, “Stop doing that. You know you end up nearly chewing your lip off when you bite it. I’m not mad or anything about you getting angry. You’ve got every right. Just tell me what happened, you know you can tell me anything.” 

You then scooted over before patting your lap, silently telling him to lay his head down on your lap so he could tell you about his day, which he gladly obliged to do.  

Once his head was comfortably placed in your lap you began to gently stroke his locks which he didn’t bother to gel up today for some reason, leaving his long hair down and flowing over his shoulders. You never failed to notice how pretty he was, it kind of made you jealous sometimes but also proud. 

“Alright, let ‘er rip,' ' you hummed, looking down at the man in your lap, brushing his bangs out of his face, “Don’t leave anything out, and don’t give me that nonsense about you not being the type to complain. As I said, you can tell me anything and everything.” 

Eijiro signed and then slowly nodded his head before he relaxed into your touch, starting to talk about the events that led up to his outburst from earlier. 

… 

“What do you mean some bitch told you to consider getting your teeth filed down? I need names, an address, a number, anything- I’ll beat her ass,” you grumbled, anger swelling up inside of you as you continued to pet and stroke Eijiro’s hair in the most gentle way you could manage. 

“Y/N, please, it was just a random customer. I actually laughed afterward because I couldn’t believe how bold she was, I aspire to be the same way,” he joked, chest shaking a little from his silent laughter. 

You looked at his expression and then pouted before cupping his cheeks, squishing them together so you could get a better look at his sharp teeth that looked rather deadly. “Nothing’s wrong with your teeth. I like how sharp they are, kinda reminds me of blades. It’s like you’ve got guillotine teeth.”

“... Was that supposed to be a compliment? Really gotta work on that, babe.”

“I’m trying my best, okay?! I want to be more creative with my compliments! I can’t just call you pretty all the time,” you grumbled, jutting out your lower lip before scowling at him. 

A grin made its way onto the hybrid’s face and he blushed faintly at the compliment before speaking up, “Who says I get tired of you callin’ me pretty? I think it’s pretty manly.”

Chuckling at his reddened cheeks you leaned over and pressed a few kisses onto his lips before cooing at him, “You’re manly my big shark.” 

You then seemed to remember something quite important, looking up to the untouched bag of food on the table, “Ah, I guess we should eat before the food gets too cold.” 

As you reach towards the table to grab one of the containers, he loosely grabs your wrist and tugs your hand down, placing a kiss on the back of it before he sits up and smiles at you with that adorable smile of his that makes you melt every time.

 “I love you.”

“Tch, you better… I love you too.”

…

The next day was like all the others,  you did what you did every morning. Woke up, got ready, ate whatever Eijiro whipped up in a hurry, dropped Eijiro off, and then went to work. It was honest work, no matter how often you wished that you could stay home and rest in your bed for the rest of eternity. 

Today was an especially busy day for a certain shark man. Much to your dismay, he had taken up several jobs claiming that it was because he wanted to entertain himself. Truth be told, your salary was more than enough to sustain the both of you and much more but you weren’t going to stop him from having his freedom. You may have been his owner on paper and in the system but that didn’t mean he could have his freedom stripped away from him. Even if that meant he had to wear that ridiculously tacky collar everywhere that reminded you that people did not consider him an equal. 

Enough of that. Eijiro wasn’t thinking of that, he was more focused on arranging this new flower order he’d been tasked to complete by his boss who was a sweet little old lady who would occasionally pinch his cheeks and give him fresh baked goods. 

Sticking the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his mouth he fidgeted with the tiny flowers, cursing at himself when he was a little too rough with a few stems and leaves. It was certainly a sight. A big burly man such as himself handles such delicacies as if they were made of glass, going against the very stereotypes that bound him to unrealistic ideals. 

He was currently in the back of the shop, clipping the stem ends and placing the flowers into a fancy-looking vase. To top it off, he tied a bow around the vase and sighed as he observed his handy work with a little smile, proud of what he’d accomplished. Scooping the vase up, he started making his way up to the front to show his work off to the sweet old lady but was suddenly filled with anxiety when he heard some unfamiliar and rude voices speaking, accompanied by Miss Nagatoru.

“Please, give me a little more time. I’ll have your payment by the end of the week,” the older woman pleaded, looking at the gangsters in suits who eyed her displeased expression, her wrinkled hands interlocked with each other. 

The leader, a wolf hybrid with gray ears sticking atop his head and a swaying bushy tail spoke up, “You told us that same shitty thing last week, lady. We’re gettin’ real tired of having to come back here and get what you owe us. This is the Lupos territory now. Maybe it’s time we give ya a little incentive… Boys.”

A few snickers come from the three men behind him and they begin to wreak havoc on the front of the shop, tossing flowers around, dropping glassware onto the floor. Miss Nagatoru began to tremble worriedly, unable to say anything as she watched her shop get destroyed. 

“STOP! What the hell are you doing?” Eijiro suddenly shouted, anger taking over him as he suddenly set the vase he was holding down onto the nearest surface, farthest away from the destruction. 

“Eh? Who’s this?” The leader says, sniffing the air for a moment as he tries to gauge what kind of creature EIjiro was. His pupils blew out for a second and then he smirked, tail swishing around behind him before he bared his canines at the redhead, “Oh no, fishy fish boy is angry. What’s wrong? Gonna bite me-” 

THWACK

CRASH

He doesn’t know what’s taken over him but Eijiro’s pissed and he can’t hold back, not when they’re bullying his sweet little boss. They deserve an ass whooping and he was going to give it to him. Surely, Y/N was rubbing off on him since he’d just punched the shit out of the wolf hybrid… right through the shop’s front window. 

The hybrid's underlings are finally aware of this terrifying predator who’s just incapacitated their leader and they all go at him at the same time, aiming for whatever they can reach to knock him down a peg. 

Suddenly, a full-blown brawl is taking place between Eijiro and three gangsters. A flurry of fists is all that’s seen, the sound of fists against skin is cringeworthy but Eijiro is holding his own, taking these three idiots on with little to no effort, hardly breaking a sweat, all while wearing his cute little baby shark apron. What a sight. 

With a few uppercuts and a brain-rattling jab to the chin he’s knocked two out and has one left to deal with. However, seeing that he has no other choice, the wannabe gangster suddenly pulls out a blade and does some kind of fancy trick with it to intimidate Eijiro. That doesn’t work, not even in the slightest. 

At this point, a crowd had formed not too far from the scene, people watching in shock and surprise at what had unfolded in front of them, some shop owners from nearby had even stepped out of their businesses to have a look at the cause of the ruckus. A few people had called the authorities, especially after seeing the weapon being presented. 

“You shouldn’t have messed with Lupos! You’re gonna regret it, sharky,” the man barked, swinging the knife around before he charged at Eijiro. 

Perhaps it was because he wasn’t used to fighting but he didn’t expect the knife to be pulled out like this. He had seen you fight against a guy once who pulled out a knife, watching as you skillfully had broken the knife from his hand and punched his lights out but- he couldn’t replicate your technique. He had to think of something and fast! Unfortunately, he had been too caught up in his thoughts and that left him unguarded and open until the very last second when he had raised his hand to block the blade from entering any vital areas of his body. Instead, the knife had impaled his hand which earned a pained hiss from the shark hybrid as well as a few gasps from the bystanders who’d been watching so closely. 

Red. All he could see was red. And before he knew it or before he could even control his instincts, he made an animalistic sound of challenge before grabbing the front of the man’s shirt with his uninjured hand, lifting him off his feet which truly emphasized the obvious size difference as Eijiro glanced down at him and asked in a near murderous tone, voice dropping down a few octaves, “Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to mess with knives if you don’t know how to use ‘em?”

Not waiting for a response, he released the man and then proceeded to punch him right out of the window and on top of the pile of his other fallen comrades. 

One can only imagine the uneasiness the authorities had felt when they’d finally arrived on the scene, unsure of the true details of what had happened. All they had been told was that a hybrid was going on a rampage in a flower shop and was scaring the nice people in this district which was enough for them to have reasonable cause to come and investigate. 

Even more frightening was the state of the scene and the look of the hybrid in question as well as the fallen victims of his fists. However, that was not what made them suddenly draw their weapons. 

“Drop your weapon! DO IT NOW OR WE HAVE REASON TO FIRE!” 

Eijiro’s reddened vision had dissipated completely at this point and was quickly replaced with confusion and shock, noticing that several officers were now pointing special grade tasers at him meant to take predator hybrids like him down. 

Weapon? What are they even… He then looked down at his hand. Ah, that’s right. He still had a knife through his hand. How was he even going to explain this? It was bad enough that they had caught him in such an unappealing light. Surely, he could explain himself! Right…?

“Wait! I don’t have a weapon, I was stabbed in the hand,” he quickly tried to explain and raised his hands a little too fast because the next thing he knew he was being hit by an unbearable amount of electricity that caused his muscles and body to shake and jolt around. He lost his footing and then fell onto the shop floor, eliciting a scream from the older woman who had been standing nearby, watching everything unfold. She had been unable to say anything until this point. 

“Eijiro!” Miss Nagatoru suddenly said, rushing to his side before an officer spoke up, “Ma’am! Stay back! We need to apprehend the suspect!”

The old woman scoffed and then pointed a finger at the one who had made such a wrongful accusation, “He is no such thing! He protected me! You tased him for no reason! You should be ashamed of yourselves!”

“M-miss… Nagatoru,” a voice spoke up suddenly, struggling to use his vocal cords. The older woman looked down and saw that Eijiro was staring up at her, eyes half-lidded as he tried to hold onto his consciousness for a little longer. Against the wishes of the officers, she quickly knelt by his side and grabbed her hand, “Yes dear? What do you need?”

“Call… Call Y/N… please,” he pleaded, his voice cracking ever so slightly before his body betrayed him and a single tear ran down his face and fit the tile floor, everything suddenly turning black. 

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[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

secrets. ( kevin bernard x reader )

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Kevin preferred to keep his personal life private and his work at the door. Your relationship was an unforeseen overlap. You were helping prosecute a case three years ago, and after tracking you down to a diner where you escaped the office for lunch, as he kept you updated on the case, you invited him to join you, well aware of the professionalism he tried to maintain around you - a wall that you had heard his partner ask him about as they left your office.

When he claimed that he wouldn't be long, you jokingly said, "Relax, detective. I'm asking if you want coffee. Not asking you to marry me."

Now four years later, you were happily married to the same detective who tried to keep you at arm's length. You had agreed to work under your maiden name, and while you regularly visited the station, you never worked together on cases anymore. So you weren't surprised when people never connected you two together as you maintained a professional relationship.

But in an emergency, there could be no walls between you. Not when you feared for the safety of your family.

Lupo sat next to Kevin as they spoke to a man connected to their current case. The two detectives were confused when you approached their desks.

"Counsellor." Lupo greeted.

You acknowledged him with a nod before focusing on Kevin. "I need to talk to you."

The man in the chair looked up at you, "I was here first."

"I don't care." You replied before looking at Kevin, who was trying to keep his expression stoic under the curious gaze of his partner. "It's about my brother. He's disappeared."

"What do you mean?" Kevin asked.

"I went to his apartment, and the place was trashed." You reached into your bag for a moment before placing a bullet on his desk. "I found this."

Kevin picked up the bullet, and the two detectives examined it. "What do you think?"

"Forensics will confirm it, but that looks like a 22 caliber."

Your brother had surrounded himself with the worst of the worst, experimenting with drugs since he was a teenager before graduating into a dealer who used more products than he sold. Now it appeared he had ripped off the wrong gang.

Kevin looked up at you, "Let's not assume the worst just yet. I'll take this to Forensics and put a rush on it. Then we'll take a look for ourselves."

You nodded, "I'll come with you."

"No, you go home," Kevin said.

"It's my brother." You argued.

Kevin tilted his head slightly, his eyes doing the talking, pleading with you to listen to him, to trust him to handle it. Lupo glanced between you both, starting to realize that perhaps you both were friendlier than he assumed.

You slowly nodded. "Fine." You dropped keys to your brother's place on his desk before making a swift exit, and Kevin sighed as he watched you leave.

After dropping the bullet off to forensics, the two detectives drove over to your brother's apartment in the Bronx and during the drive as he tried to get more information on your brother and his bad habits, Lupo knew that there was more to your relationship than his partner wanted him to believe.

"So, uh, what's the deal with you two?"

"We worked a difficult case a few years ago. I've met her brother before. He started running with a tough crowd when he was a teenager. Never got back out."

Upon entering the apartment, the two detectives knew two things. One, someone had turned the place upside down looking for something. Two, from the bullet hole in the wall, they left empty-handed. Kevin looked around the remainder of the kitchen until Lupo called him over, and he was relieved to find evidence that your brother was smart enough to get out of dodge.

"He comes home, finds the mess..." Lupo theorized.

"And takes off until everything cools down." Kevin added.

"The bullet wasn't fired. It could have been left as a message." Lupo said. "Wherever he is hiding, let's hope he's got the sense to stay there."

When the two detectives returned to the station, Kevin was heading to his desk to find you were waiting. If he didn't know you so well, he might've been surprised. You stood up when you saw him approaching. "I told you to go home."

"And I didn't listen. So tell me what you figured out." You said.

After the two briefed you on the situation, you swallowed thickly, nodding your head. "Okay. What can I do?"

"Go home," Kevin replied.

You glared at him. "Not an option."

"Odds are the people who left that bullet have been watching the apartment and seen you inside. The last thing you need to do is become a target."

You crossed your arms, "So it's settled. I'm safer here."

Kevin sighed. "Alright." He relented with a sigh. "You can make the coffee." He flashed a tight-lipped smile as he sat behind his desk.

You mirrored the smile before sending Lupo a genuine one. "What do you take?"

Feeling like he was caught in a lover's tiff, he answered awkwardly, sitting at his desk when you walked away. He glanced at Kevin but knew better than to ask questions. He knew that something was happening between you or there had been in the past.

Twenty minutes later you returned with coffee you had bought from a cafe down the street, and Kevin, who was beginning to wonder where you were as he sneaked a glance at his watch while Lupo talked about the case, met your gaze when you held out his coffee cup, sending him a small smile which he returned.

You handed Lupo his coffee taking a seat between their desks. "So...what did I miss?"

"Since this is an unofficial investigation," Lupo glanced at Bernard, who had requested while you were gone, to keep their investigation into your brother's disappearance between the three of you, "it'll take longer to canvas his neighborhood, go door to door. However, it does give us an advantage. No one knows the cops are looking around. And it'd be a good idea to keep it that way for now."

"Is there anywhere he might've gone to hide out?" Kevin asked. "Anywhere he might've mentioned."

"I already went home, and there was no sign of him." You replied. "You really think he's alive?"

"Until I find proof that he's not, I am operating under the assumption that he is." Kevin responded.

You nodded, swallowing thickly. "I'm still trying to process that it's really happening."

"Hey," He spoke softly, sending you a small smile of reassurance. "we'll find him."

You sent him a grateful smile. Lupo glanced up when he noticed the silence and looked at his partner and then at you. He knew that there was more to your relationship than a "bond over a tough case years ago." Whether it happened in the past or it was unspoken feelings due to the delicate ring on your finger, Cyrus knew that there was something more than friendship between you.

You occupied yourself with a case you were prosecuting next week, sitting in the hallway, where Kevin could see you while avoiding their Lieutenant questioning why you were lingering around. Kevin followed leads for your brother's case, and Cyrus chased leads for the case they worked on before you arrived.

After some time, you noticed a hand offering you coffee, and you lifted your head to meet Kevin's gaze, accepting the coffee cup as he sat beside you. After taking a sip, you decided now was the time to ask something that had been a repeating thought all day.

"He doesn't know, does he?" You nodded to where Lupo was working on his computer.

Kevin shook his head.

"Since I'm out here, I'm assuming the Luitenant doesn't know either."

"She knows I'm married, but not what you look like." He explained.

"Should I be concerned?" You asked a small smirk on your lips. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you. "Are you embarrassed by me or something?"

Kevin sent you an unamused glance. "You know that's not what it is."

"I know you didn't want to wear your ring to work in case you lost it." You understood his reasons for not telling everyone he was married to a District Attorney. One, there would likely be squad room teasing. And second, you both liked to keep your personal life private. "Did you find anything yet?" You decided to change the subject, anxiously biting the inside of your cheek.

He sighed, shaking his head. "There are a number of gangs operating in that area. In the morning, we'll canvas the neighborhood and see if anyone saw anything -"

"- but if they did, they won't tell you because they're afraid." You finished, nodding softly, swallowing thickly as you lower your gaze to the floor. Your mind thinks of all the worst-case scenarios of where and what happened to your brother.

Kevin put a hand over yours, "We'll figure it out." You lifted your eyes from the ground, meeting his gaze and returning the slight smile he sent you.

"I think I'm going to head home. In case he comes around looking for me."

He nodded, following you as you stood up from the bench. "Alright."

You tucked your files under your arm, turning to him when he added, "I'll be another couple of hours here, then I'll be home."

You smiled softly, holding yourself back from stepping forward and kissing his cheek - your usual parting ritual. Your lips formed a silent "I love you" as you stepped away, and from his smile, you knew he understood.

The next day you remained at home, preparing for the trial next week, and throughout the day, Kevin kept you updated by text messages about progress on the case, and you were hopeful that your brother would be found alive. But it took almost three days for the duo to find a solid lead, arriving just before the drug dealer your brother owed money to was about to shoot. And as Lupo put the man in cuffs, Kevin helped your brother off the ground.

"How pissed is she?"

Kevin smirked, "Very. Come on."

Kevin called you while driving to the station where he was taking your brother to record his statement. You arrived forty minutes later, finding your brother sitting with Kevin, who was typing on his computer.

You hastily made your way over, and your brother stood up when he saw you. "Look -"

You cut him off with a tight embrace which he returned. When you stepped back, you hit his arm roughly. "That's for being an idiot."

Kevin smirked as he observed the interaction, raising an eyebrow when your brother turned to him.

"Isn't that assault?"

"I didn't see anything."

You looked over at him with a smile, and he mirrored it. "Can I have a word?"

Kevin stood up and led you to the hallway, granting you a little privacy. Lupo looked at your brother, curiosity in his eyes as he asked the question that had frequently been running through his mind the past few days.

"They seem close."

"They've been through a lot." Your brother replied vaguely, occupying Kevin's chair.

"What's up with the two of them? Are they," Cyrus cleared his throat, "or were they involved?"

"You don't know, do you?" Your brother smirked. Cyrus glanced at the hallway before meeting his amused gaze. "They're married."

Cyrus opened his mouth to question him further once the shock of the revelation wore off but noticed you returning with Kevin, who ushered your brother out of his chair.

"Come on, you can stay with me tonight." You told him.

"No, thanks." He stood up, walking over to stand beside you. "And listen to -"

You elbowed him harshly, "Fine. Motel it is."

Your brother looked at Kevin for support. "I was thinking more like a hotel."

"Uh-uh." Kevin shot down before taking a seat behind his desk.

You sent your husband a smile before turning to say goodbye to Cyrus, holding out your hand. "It was nice meeting you."

Cyrus sent you a smile, shaking your hand.

"You should receive a medal for your patience." You whispered poorly

Cyrus's smile grew, looking over at Kevin, who raised an eyebrow at you, though there was a trace of a smile on his lips. You walked out with your brother, and Kevin knew that it, hearing the two of you bickering on the way out, would be a long drive home.

"So...you're married?" Cyrus spoke up moments later.

"B/N told you." Kevin sighed, resting his arms on his desk.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"You never asked," Kevin replied.

Cyrus tilted his head to the side, pursing his lips before looking at his computer. Kevin looked at the stack of work awaiting him, glancing at Cyrus briefly.

"I, uh," He cleared his throat, "want to thank you for your help. Keeping the Lieu off our tails and -"

"We're partners." Cyrus interrupted him. "That's what we do."

Kevin nodded, dropping the subject, taking his cell phone out of his pocket when he received a text message from you.

Pick up wine on the way home. We'll need it.

A small smile formed on his lips as he agreed before he set his cell phone down, beginning to catch up on the pile of paperwork on his desk.

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[tinkerbelldetective]

Your cheeks were red, as was your nose, and Lupo could tell you were cold. He held back a chuckle as he placed his scarf around you. You were grateful that your cheeks were already red, cause boy were you blushing.

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[bakubabes-tatakae]

Request by @oshun-energy: OK so corpse knowing that you are the other imposter and deliberately using his sway to protect you and maybe some evil steamy time. Also him being your actual husband👀

I love this. I’ll definitely write this up for you. I love the concept of it. ❤😊

At All Costs || Corpse x Reader

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, and cartoon violence from Among Us characters

Word Count: 1.1k

Being married had been everything that it had cracked up to be. Your house was always filled with happiness. You couldn’t imagine things in life to be any other way. And if there was one thing that your husband would and always had taken seriously... it was the whole ‘until death do you part’ piece. 

The weekly streaming night had been something that you both looked forward to every week. Sitting down with friends to enjoy a couple of rounds of Among Us had always made your nights better. 

With the new proximity chat mod, you and your husband were now able to sit in the same room together with your computers facing opposite ways without worrying about giving anything away. 

Rae’s loud voice sounded over the rest as you all sat in the dropship waiting for the round to be started. “Test, test, can you guys hear me?”

She had been one of the first to join into the room when the code had been dropped in the general chat of the discord, starting the influx of people that were spawning and repeating the same lines as she was. 

You had already started your stream and had people in your chat asking if Corpse was going to be streaming with you tonight. They had noticed his normal Among Us attire and name on the screen as it played back to them, but he had started his stream yet. 

“Calm down you guys, Corpse will be streaming, you guys should know by now that he doesn’t like to start the stream until we’re done all the tech stuff.”

You adjusted your camera to face you more and smiled as you caught the eyes of your husband watching you, admiring everything that you were doing. 

Corpse was grateful that you were willing to put up with his followers that popped into your stream. He was grateful that through all this craziness you were able to keep going while at the same time keeping his head above water as well. 

You were his rock. His safe place. And he never wanted anything to change that. 

Once everyone was in and the first round began you saw the notification on your phone screen pop up about Corpse going live and watched as his focus changed. His nervous demeanor appeared with more frequent glances over at you that you replied to with a reassuring smile as you listened to him speak to his chat as well as he could without everyone else around. 

People’s shrieks and random noise along with side conversations you only get part of filled your headset as you listened to everything, watching for suspicious characters as little clicks sounded with every step your character made. 

Round after round it had seemed like you would never get that thing you wanted the most. Imposter. 

Corpse could sense each time a new round started that you were getting antsy. In your words, you had learned about being an imposter from the best and you wanted to show off your skills.

Finally, that time came. 

As the round started the familiar red background and the big letters above your head spelled out IMPOSTER.

You peeked over your laptop screen to Corpse as you read the name of the person you were working with. A sly grin filled his face as he held up his hand with his ring and wiggled his finger. You both muted yourselves and chuckled. Corpse’s deep voice made you smile as the words left his mouth. “Until death do we part, darling.”

You nodded at him and repeated the same sentiment as you both ran around the dropship. You never strayed too far from each other, but never too close for suspicion either. As you both ran through the cafeteria you noticed an opening. Three people were standing in the room, perfect double kill once one of them breaks away. 

You followed them around, speaking to Sykunno, Ludwig, and Rae, trying your hardest to act normal while occasionally looked over at each other. And that’s when your opening happened. Sykunno broke off from the group and left Ludwig and Rae for the slaughter. 

Corpse’s tone changed slightly as he talked to Rae. “You know what would be a shame, Rae?”

Rae’s happy, cheerful voice filled your ears and you moved your character slightly closer to Ludwig’s. “What would be a shame Corpse?”

That’s when Ludwig’s suspicion hit its peak. “Rae, move.”

Corpse ignored him and continued. “If there was a double kill right now.”

You both swung and sliced them in half, running away together, not realizing that you were about to run into Sykunno again and that Lupo and Courage were about to come upon the bodies from the other side. You both joined Sykunno and ran back to where you had just come from. 

That’s when the reported body popped up, all five of you had just met in the middle. Now it was time to put suspicion on them. 

You left most of the talking to Corpse, knowing very well that he was going to be your best option if you didn’t want to get caught. Suspicion slowly went from Corpse and yourself to Lupo and Courage. He fought a hard battle. Ultimately they wanted to put suspicion on you and break up the pairs, but Corpse argued that if they did that then they should break up their pair. 

Without Leslie, Brooke, and Sykunno being the only ones left that he had to convince, Corpse finally did it. 

When the voting was over and the small people popped up under the names there were only two votes under your name and five under Courage’s name. 

You watched as the innocent man was ejected into space and heard his final goodbyes as the screen went back to you all around the cafeteria table. 

As everyone started to run away you heard Lupo’s voice fading. “I know you’re just protecting your wife Corpse, props to you man.”

You moved your characters in the opposite direction that everyone else had gone and caught his eyes on you again, nothing but love and admiration in them as he smiled that wide smile that he wore so well. “I’ll protect you at all costs, baby.” 

You could feel your cheeks growing warm as you tried to focus on moving your person around the screen, flustered by his words.

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3 Months

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911 X Reader 

Can you do one where Bobby and Athena’s daughter is kidnapped from Daycare by someone trying to get back at Athena? 

Athena’s POV

3 months. 3 long months since the last time we truly left the house. It was safe there. It was where I could protect my family.

 But lately I was struggling a lot and spiralling. I was working this big case and it wasn’t just affecting me anymore.

This case was a drug trafficking case. Angelo Lupo was the headmaster behind it. One by one we were scooping up the fishes. Angelo didn’t like that though. He couldn't do business without them. 

One of the little fishes ratted me out. Told him who arrested him and they put a hit out on me Bobby ad the kids. Apparently, this Angelo man had a lot of connections we didn’t know about. 

 My family was involved now and seeing those two worlds collide was hard. I felt like it was all my fault. May and Harry were with their dad. He took them out of state so that was one problem you would think was off my plate. 

But it wasn’t i was always worried this son of a bitch would find them. Then I also had the problem that Bobby and Iris were still at home. Iris was me and Bobby’s daughter and she was only 5. I couldn’t ask Michael to take her to so she was home with us. 

I couldn’t eat and I couldn’t sleep. The constant anxiety was over me. Bobby kept telling me that i shouldn’t worry and that I needed to try and act normal for Iris. She could tell something was off and we didn’t want to keep her scared. 

I knew he was right but actually working on it was a lot harder than I ever thought. 

There wasn’t much activity going on this past month. Maybe something happened to the guy. Maybe he ran out of the state so he didn’t get caught. 

Today was a good day to put what Bobby was saying to the test. We both had work and there was no one to watch Iris.

I tried putting work off as long as I could. Hell we both did but we didn’t have any more time left. 

 Bobby told me to put her in day care that she would be fine. I was trying to trust him. 

Neither one of us could take more time of work. So i needed to put my trust in someone else to take care of Iris. 

I could tell she was also ready to leave the house to. It wasn’t fair to her either. She needed her friends back and it wasn’t good for her to be stuck up in the house. So we were getting her ready to go to day care.

She was excited and I was trying to be happy for her to. She was running all around the house signing and dancing and it felt like the old her was finally coming back to her old self. 

Bobby was packing her lunch and I was getting dressed for the day. 3 months was what i kept telling myself. 3 months sense any activity. Why would anything happen today.

“Let’s go mommy i’m ready” Iris yelled to me breaking me out of my thoughts. 

“You got this it’s all gonna be okay” I told myself in the mirror. 

I grabbed my stuff and headed on down. Iris was all dressed up and had her lunch box swinging in the air. Bobby was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. 

He was smiling up at me and damn that smile could always get you. I walked down the stairs and wrapped my arms around him. He pulled me closer and pulled me into a kiss. 

It broke when Iris yelled out

“Ew that’s gross let’s go” She said scrunching up her face. 

We broke apart and laughed and headed out the door. I was nervous but i didn’t wanna show it. I didn’t want to take away Iris being happy. 

Bobby drove the way down. Iris was smiling out the window and she looked adorable and it did make me feel better seeing her so happy.

The daycare was about 15 minutes away but it felt like it was a lot longer. Finally after a while we reached in and Iris just about flew out the car.

We stopped and all got out. 

“Hey baby wait up” I yelled out. 

“Ugh fine” Iris yelled back

She ran back to us and Bobby bent down to her hug her. She wrapped her little arms around her and hugged him back. 

“I love you baby have a good day” Bobby said. 

I walked over and bent down to meet her to. I placed my hand on her face and smiled up at her. 

“I love you to have a good day dad will get you after his shift” I said 

“I love you to mommy and okay” She said in her little voice. 

She hugged me and i hugged her back and have her a good squeeze. 

“Now go on your friends miss you” I said 

She ran off and i tried to keep my nerves calm. Bobby looked over at me and smiled 

“You did good” He said wrapping his arm around me and kissing the top of my head. 

“Yeah for now” I said back

We both got back into the car and Bobby was gonna drop me off at work. I was praying for a normal day. Not that those really exist anymore. 

I didn’t even realize that we had pulled up until Bobby had broken me out of my thoughts. 

“Babe you ready” He said 

“As ready as I’ll ever be” I said chuckling and then got out the car. 

Bobby got out with me and then walked over and gave me a hug. He kissed the top of my head. 

He let go and looked down at me and smiled

“Your going to do great now go in their and kick some ass.” Bobby said 

“Yes Captian” I said grabbing him by the waist and pulling him in for a kiss. 

We pulled apart and i grabbed my stuff. We said our I love you’s and I went into the office. 

I was meant with the usual sad and upset looks. Which was expected  honestly. I went to my station and sat my stuff down. I was on desk dusty pushing paper work. I tried to look on the positive of it but it was hard. 

A good couple of hours had passed and things weren’t getting better. I was bored everyone was being different towards me. 

I decided to step out and get some air. And as i was pulling out my phone to look at it the phone started ringing and my heart stopped beating when i saw it was Iris’s daycare. 

I hurried up and answered 

“This is Athena” I said 

“Athena Omg the police is on the way  we tried everything” Her teacher said on the other line. 

“What the hell is going on” I asked pure panic in my voice. 

“A man came in he had a gun he made us get into a room and I tried to grab Iris but he wouldn’t let me” She said all in one breathe 

“I’m on my way” was all i got out 

I ran back in and went to the desk sargent. I barely also got a breath out trying to explain what happened. 

“They took her” I said 

“They took my baby they took her. Get the damn swat and every officer you can to 34th and 6th st. It’s Angel Ark daycare” I said. 

I didn’t even hear him call in. I just ran out of the building and into a squad car. I turned the sirens on and i did 100 miles all the way down. 

It usually takes about 15 minutes i got there in 3. That’s how fast I was going. 

I stopped the car in the middle of the street and meant some other officers on the scene. 

“Do we know anything” I asked. 

“Were searching the cameras trying to see something sergeant.” One officer said. 

“Try harder” I said walking away. 

I walked over to her teacher who was with some kids trying to calm them down.

“What happened” I asked 

“A man came in he had gun he shot a warning shot in the air and he made us all get into a room. And then he grabbed Iris and kept the gun on us” She said in tears. 

“Thank you” I said touching her arm. 

I was on my way in when Bobby cut me off 

“Athena what the hell is going on” He said 

Panic and worry all over his face. 

“They took Bobby they took her” was all I could get out.

“What who” He asked 

“Who do you think” I said 

“What are we gonna do” Bobby asked 

“Were gonna get her back he just got her he couldn’t have gotten far we closed down the area and were gonna have search times on the ground” I said 

“I can take the truck out we can look you know keep an eye out” Bobby said 

I knew he couldn’t just sit there. I mean what parent could 

“Yeah that’s a great idea go” I said 

I looked over at Hen who had a worried look on her face and i gave her a nod telling her to look out for him. 

I walked into the day care. I don’t know what I was hoping to find but anything would be something. I looked around the scene and there wasn’t much there. 

I decided to go to the cameras and see it for myself. I could feel my tight clenching and my palms sweating. 

I walked into the office and sat down. I took a deep breath and pulled up the footage. I fast-forwarded to the time it had all happened. 

My poor Iris her face looked so scared. It broke my heart so bad. But the man he had a limp and he had on a red bracelet. He looked familiar and I was trying to place it. 

I kept re winding and then playing it again. Hoping to see if something anything would. 

Then finally after the 100th time it hit me. Like a bomb went off in my head. 

“It was him Angelo Lupo” He was a part of the team I took down he was close with his boss. 

I knew the hell these people weren’t done. But I also knew that they kept a stash house close by here. 

I was hoping this dumb ass was stupid enough to take her there. It was a place that was familiar and that he knew. 

I pulled out my phone and called Bobby

“4876 Glendale ave check there bust every damn door they have” I said 

“On it” was all he got out. 

I ran out after them and got back into my squad car. I sped all the way down there sirens blasting. 

I pulled up the house the same time as the 118 did. Me and Bobby both ran out and up the house. He kicked the door down and we kept quiet. He went up the stairs and I was checking the down stairs. 

The upstairs was clear and I crept down the basement. My heart was beating fast and I could feel the anxiety growing closer. 

I walked down the stairs slowly. I made it to the bottom and I saw her. My baby girl was laying on the floor. Her little hand was tapped to the pipe and it looked like she was sleeping. 

I walked around the corner slowly and Angelo was sitting on the chair on his phone Dumb Bastard. Out of all things he was watching Tik Tok videos. He had no idea what was waiting for him. 

I slowly walked over to him and cocked my gun on him. 

He looked up and he was hella shocked. 

“Your under arrest you sick son of a bitch” I took the gun and pistol whipped him in the head. He dropped his head and was unconscious. I took out my handcuffs and took his arms and arrested him. 

“Bobby i got her” I yelled out. 

A few moments later he ran down and ran over to her. I ran over to and Bobby checked her pulse. She’s fine it’s good. 

Then he pulled out a knife and freed her little hand. We then pulled her into a group hug and smothered her with kisses. 

Bobby then picked her up and carried out her out the house. Hen and Chim were waiting by with the stretcher. 

“Were take care of her I promise” Hen said. 

“I know” I said 

I held her hand and followed them in the back. I walked into the back of the ambulance. Chim had on full sirens. 

Hen worked on put a IV on her and was giving her some medications I knew nothing about. I just kept my eyes on Iris. Thinking if i looked away she would disappear. 

We made it to the hospital in no time. When we rolled up the doctors and Nurses were waiting for us.

I didn’t want them to let her go but I also knew they had their work to do. Me and the rest of the 118 gathered in the waiting room. 

I couldn’t sit still and neither could Bobby. I couldn’t believe my worst fear had become true. I never should have left her. 

Bobby looked like he was reading my mind. He got up and walked over to me and grabbed my hands. 

“There was nothing you could have done” He said 

“We could have stayed home”I said 

“What for the rest of our lives and look she’s gonna be fine and now you got that sick son a bitch and it’s over” He said. 

“We don’t know she’s okay he could have drugged her with god knows what” I said

“Yeah well I can’t think like that right now our little girl needs us and she needs us to be strong” Bobby said 

I knew he was right. I knew my baby girl needed me to be strong. I just didn’t know how to do it. 

Bobby grabbed my hand and pulled me into sitting down. I sat in the middle between him and Hen and they both grabbed my hand. 

It made me feel a little calmer feeling their touch. 

A little bit later one of the Dr’s came in and we all jumped up when we saw her. 

“She’s fine her toxic screen came back negative and all her labs came back normal. Which is good she probably just had a paniac attack she got scared and it made her tired.” The DR said 

When she said that I felt my knees get weak and a wave of relief washed all over me. Bobby grabbed me up and I looked up at him. He looked down at me and he was smiling hard. 

Everyone was cheering and hugging each other after they heard the news. 

“See I told you she was gonna be okay” Bobby said 

“Can we see her” I asked 

“Of course follow me” The Dr said. 

We got up and followed her down the hallway. I was getting anxious all over away but in a good way. 

We finally made it and when i walked in my baby was sitting and smiling watching tv. Of course she was happy she always was. 

“When can we take her home” Bobby asked. 

“I want to keep her until tomorrow just to make sure she is okay” The dr said. 

“Okay thank you” I said 

We walked over to her and Iris nearly jumped out the bed when she saw us. 

“Mommy and Daddy I missed you” Iris said 

“We missed you to baby” I said

“Me to love bug” bobby said 

We both leaned in and gave her a big hug

“You guys are hurting me” Iris yelled. 

“Sorry” We both said.

Apparently it was to big of a hug. 

Iris grabbed my hand and and she looked up at me 

“Is the bad guy gone” Iris asked 

“He is not coming back ever Mommy took care of him” I said 

“Good” was all she said. 

Then the whole 118 piled in after that and they were all hugging on her and showering her with gifts. Buck even brought a whole ballon Bouquet. Which Iris ate up she was in heaven. 

Everyone was here and Everyone was going to be okay I told myself. 

3 Months Later 

3 Months had passed and Iris was adjusting okay. She had the nightmares and the nights she was sleeping with us. Which was to be expected. We got her a therapist to help her process everything. 

 May and Harry were back home and it felt complete. Being all together again made me feel complete. 

Angelo was arraigned and took a plea thank god. I was glad because Iris didn’t have to go through it all over again. 

I stayed home to help everyone adjust to what had happened. I was working on going back to work to soon. 

Knowing he was put away did take a lot of my plate. And I was anxious to get back out on the field. Everyone told me where it was i belonged and I knew they were right. 

All i could keep thinking though was how 3 months could change everything, But I knew together as a family we could face anything and everything.

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