Moment In Time

Moment in Time

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Requested - @large-unit ~ Hi uh can you do 142 with Tony Stark please?? xx

Prompts - 142 - Anything you draw/write on your own skin appears on your soulmate’s.

You’d known from a young age that your soulmate was smart, whilst other kids had messy scribbles and doodles you could barely make out, you had mathematical equations that you couldn’t figure out if your life depended on it.

When you hit your teen years you’d decided that your soul mate was a literal genius, possibly one of the smartest minds out there. There were advantages to this, like they would help you with homework you didn’t quite understand and they would explain things in terms you understood without making you feel like an idiot. You weren’t stupid by an means but compared to your soulmate, well you didn’t know quite as much.

For as long as anyone could remember people had soulmates. Sometimes they had them at an early age but many people didn’t start getting the drawings or writing well into adulthood. You’re soulmate had been around for most of your life, when you were a kid you remembered seeing a drawing of a car on the inside of your arm and freaking out until soulmates were explained to you. There were a few things that the other couldn’t see though and that was names, age and location.

You were fresh out of college with a few degrees under your belt and trying to find a job. It was stressful, everywhere you went seemed to have ridiculously high standards and as someone with limited work experience, a few waitress gigs to help pay for your schooling, it was impossible to get a job. One day however you woke up to a text from a long time friend of yours who knew a lot of people in high places and had managed to secure you a job interview for Stark Industries. You were understandably nervous as you sat outside waiting to talk to the interviewer, this was Stark Industries they were never going to hire you!

“Miss Y/L/N, meeting room 4 please.” You followed her directions and knocked on the door before walking in and freezing in your place. Pepper Potts sat behind a desk with Tony Stark sitting opposite her, a bored look on his face and paper work laid out messily in front of him.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N. Please take a seat.” You did as Pepper instructed, after shaking her hand, and nervously played with the hem of your jacket.

“So, you’re aware that this job would be time consuming? Researching and testing the latest Stark equipment, getting it ready for marketing and developing the technology.” You nodded as she listed the things you’d be required to do, thanking God your friend briefed you thoroughly.

“Good. Now I can see you have graduated from college with the right qualifications needed for the job, the only limitations I can see is your lack of work experience-”

“But everyone needs to start somewhere right? And what better place than Stark Industries were all training is given to you and we actually look after our employees.” Tony said, abruptly cutting Pepper off. You could tell by the expression on her face she was used to this behaviour.

You turned to look at Tony and couldn’t help the shy smile that made its way onto your face, for some reason this man was putting some faith into you.

“Exactly. Your grades are impressive, Miss Y/L/N. Obviously we’d have to do a trial run first to see if you can handle the high pressure intensity of the job but if you show that you’re capable then we can discuss a permanent placement here for you.” You just barely managed to suppress the grin that wanted so desperately to make its way onto your face, nodding professionally and thanking them both profusely for the opportunity they were giving you.

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‘I just got a job working at one of the best tech places!’ You told your soulmate the second you got home. Sometimes it was hard to find space on your body because he had so many random notes and reminders written on himself.

Some included, ‘talk to the kid about upgrades’, ‘visit strange’, ‘pick the kid up’ and a few too many complicated sums that you only vaguely understood.

‘Of course you did, you’re a genius!’

‘Please, you walk into the room and just know you’re the smartest person there.’

‘Well yeah, that’s true. Well done on getting the job! I knew you could do it baby!xx’

You blushed, you’d never met the person and yet whenever they referred to you with a pet name or got a bit romantic it felt like you were a high school kid with a crush.

‘Thank you x.’

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“I think I just met my soulmate.”

“I’m sorry could you repeat that?” Stephen asked, brow raised questioningly.

“I think I just met my soulmate.” Tony repeated again, his own brows knitted together and face looking alarmingly pale.

“Perhaps you should sit down, I’ll get some tea and you can tell me what happened.” Stephen gently grabbed Tony’s elbow and guided him into the sit before leaving the room, returning moments later with two cups of tea.

“You think you met your soulmate?” Stephen prompted after they’d been sat in silence for a few minutes. Stephen’s voice jolted Tony out of his head and he began nodding.

“Yeah! I was sat in one of the meeting rooms with Pepper because she was interviewing a girl for this new position that opened up at Stark Industries, right? So this girl come into the room and God she was so cute and she plays with the hem of her jacket when she’s nervous. Anyway she sits down and her sleeves are rolled up a bit and I can see some notes and scribbles that I thought looked familiar and then I realised they were the numbers for this new piece of tech I was working on and the only way she could have them on her is if…” Here he trailed off, eyes going distant again.

“Is if she was your soulmate?” Stephen asked, voice soft as he looked at his friend.

“Yeah.” Tony responded with a sigh.

“Isn’t this a good thing? I mean you’ve found your soulmate, most people don’t get that. They’re just stuck with writing on their own skin but you’ve found her.”

“It is a good thing but, but Stephen you know me! Every relationship I’ve had, I screwed it up! This is my soulmate and I don’t wanna screw that up.” Stephen frowned, he knew Tony was getting better at not blaming himself for everything but this was a big deal and he couldn’t blame Tony for reverting back to old ways.

“Tony, you didn’t screw anything up. You and Pepper weren’t meant to be and that’s ok because look at you now. You and Steve, well you already know what I think of that and it wasn’t your fault that didn’t work out. You weren’t his soulmate and he wasn’t yours. This though, this will work. I promise.” Tony looked up at Stephen, his eyes glazed over suspiciously but Stephen didn’t call attention to it.

“You’re right. Of course you’re right. Sorry for bothering you with this stuff it’s just..”

“I get it Tony,” Stephen said, cutting him off before he could fall further down the hole of blaming himself for things that were not this fault, “you know I’ll always be around for you to talk to.”

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It was your first day at Stark Industries and to say you were nervous would be the biggest understatement of the century.

You’d woken up extra early and had so much extra time that you ended up pacing and thinking of the worst possible scenarios that could occur today. Thankfully your soulmate wrote to you half an hour or so before you had to leave.

‘Hey, knowing you you’re probably a pile of nerves right now so just know that you got this baby girl!’

The grin that appeared on your face was unstoppable, you stood looking at your arm for a good few minutes with a love sick grin before shaking yourself and looking around to find a pen.

‘Oh how well you know me. I hope you’re right, I really don’t wanna mess this up.’

‘You won’t. You’re gonna blow ‘em all away.’

You spent some more time talking to them before you needed to head out to your Uber.

The journey was over far too quickly for your liking and you found yourself stood outside the door of the labs, fidgeting with your hands before taking a deep breath and nodding to yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” Someone said from behind you causing you to jump. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Your eyes widened as you saw Tony stood behind you, watching you with a raised brow and amused eyes.

“It’s fine, my fault for zoning out. Just first day nerves and all. Yes, it’s Y/N. Nice to see you again Mr Stark.” You were aware you were talking faster than usual but like you said, first day nerves and all that.

“You too and please call me Tony.” He told you with a charming smile that made your heart skip a beat before he walked past you, opening the door to the lab and gesturing for you to follow him.

The lab was insane. You didn’t know what you had been expecting but it wasn’t this, everything seemed so futuristic and slightly daunting when you realised you’d have to operate these machines.

“State of the art lab. Pretty cool right and everything in here is made so it doesn’t harm the environment because listen no matter what Trump says global warming’s a serious issue. In fact I have some plans somewhere if you’re interested later.” Your eyes were taking in the lab but focused in on Tony once he began speaking.

“Yeah that would be amazing. Your lab is incredible!” You gushed slightly, Tony couldn’t help but stop and smile at your expression - the description of someone looking like a kid in a candy store had never applied to someone more than it did you at this moment in time.

“Thanks but this isn’t mine, mines on a completely different floor. This lab’s yours.” He laughed as your eyes widened in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, what?” This lab was yours?

“Well if you’re going to be working here then you need a lab and this one is beautiful, such a shame nobody is utilising all its potential.” Tony told you sadly causing you to roll your eyes and laugh, you felt comfortable around the man which confused you but you decided not to focus on that right now.

“Come on, this stuff’s pretty easy to use once you get the hang of it. I’ll show you.” With that the two of you got to work.

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“Sir, I hate to interrupt but Peter Parker is here to see you.” You jumped when a new voice cut through the consistent chatter between you and Tony.

“Sorry that’s just J.A.R.V.I.S. He’s my A.I, made him myself. What time is it J?” You couldn’t help but smile at the look Tony got in his eyes when talking about his A.I. You couldn’t blame him though, that was ridiculously cool and you had no doubt it was more advanced than any A.I you’d experienced.

“It is 7:47 PM, sir. I’ve sent Mr Parker up to your floor.” J.A.R.V.I.S. informed him.

“Right, thanks J.A.R.V.I.S. Um, do you want to stay for dinner? I mean we missed lunch so it’s the least it can do.” You smiled as you watched him fidget with his hands as he nervously looked up at you.

“Sure, I’d love to stay.” You realised that it was probably completely inappropriate to have dinner with your boss, on the first day no less, but you figured if there was somebody else there then no harm.

“Great!” He exclaimed before clearing his throat and repeating it again at a normal tone.

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“Are you ever going to tell Y/N that she’s your soulmate? Seriously Mr Stark, she’s great! You have to tell her! I can tell her if you want!” Peter had been persistent for weeks that Tony tell you he knew but Tony was terrified.

“Pete, kid,  I told you I’ll tell her when the times right.” Peter threw his head back against the head rest and let out a long, suffering groan before turning to look Tony in the eyes.

“Mr Stark does she make you happy?” He asked.

“Of course she does!”

“Well imagine how happy you can make each other when you both know you’re soulmates! Please Mr Stark, I just want you to be happy. If anyone deserves it, well, it’s you.” Tony’s features softened instantly at Peter’s words and a small smile appeared on his face.

“Alright I’ll tell you what, I’ll call her now-”

“You can’t tell her on the phone!” Peter interrupted with a shout causing Tony to laugh.

“I’ll call her now and invite her out for dinner tonight and if it goes well then I’ll tell her. I promise.” Tony swore, a grin on his face as he saw how excited Peter looked. He was still unbelievably nervous even though he knew deep down it’d be fine, you two had great chemistry both in person and whilst writing to one another.

“You can do it Mr Stark.”

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“So, why the dinner?” You’d asked during dessert.

The meal had been enjoyable, as was most of the time you spent with Tony both during work hours and in your free time. You had been guilty for so long, feeling like you were betraying your soulmate when you started to develop feelings for Tony but you knew as long as you didn’t act on them then you were technically not doing anything wrong. Lots of people dated people who weren’t their soulmates, there was nothing wrong with it.

“Well actually there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now. I didn’t really know how to but Peter said I just had to rip the band aid off and everything would be ok, so if this goes wrong I’m totally blaming the kid.” He told you with a nervous laugh.

“Is everything ok, Tony?” You asked, concern prominent in your voice.

“Yeah, yeah, everything's fine, right here it goes. When we first met I saw the writing on your arms because your sleeves were rolled up a small bit. Anyway the equations that were on your arms were for a new Iron Man suit and the only person who knew the math and science behind it was the other person who’d originally wrote it on their arm and basically-”

“You’re my soulmate?” You asked, cutting him off without meaning to but he was rambling and it had clicked in your head.

“Um, yeah, yeah that, that’s what I was getting at.” Tony stuttered out, nervous as he couldn’t figure out how you were feeling about the news. Surely it wasn’t that bad right, he wasn’t that bad.

“Thank God, I was feeling so bad about liking you but you’re my soulmate!” You exclaimed, a wide smile taking over your face. Tony couldn’t help but grin back as he saw how happy you looked, he didn’t quite believe you could be that happy to find out he was your soulmate but he wasn’t complaining.

“You really like me?”

“Of course I do. You know for a genius you really are an idiot.” You laughed.

“I never claimed to be otherwise. So I guess, god I feel way too old to be asking someone this, but will you be my girlfriend, baby?” He asked with a smirk causing you to roll your eyes, the smile never leaving your face.

“Of course I will, soulmate.” With that he leaned across the table and finally, finally, kissed you.

It was like fireworks.

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“Come here.” Tony said as he pulled Peter closer to him and started to retie the poorly tied tie.

“Mr Stark!” He complained, fidgeting as he did but Tony just shushed him and got to work.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married.” Peter exclaimed once he was done.

“Trust me kid, I can’t believe it either.” Tony had finally popped the question to you, three years into dating. In all honesty you weren’t sure he ever would but that would have been ok because you loved him and you knew he loved you. You’d cried so many happy tears when he asked you to marry him in the same cute little restaurant he asked you out at.

Pepper and you had become really close once you started dating Tony and she was now one of you bridesmaids and had played a large part in helping you plan the wedding. Tony had taken more interest in the planning than you expected him too and now the day was here.

Tony had managed to make sure the press would be kept out, the wedding was going to be a small one, close friends and family only. You’re family were already sat outside waiting for the ceremony to start as were your friends, Tony invited people he trusted, people he could call friends. Natasha was there as was Bruce, Thor, May, Nick, Maria Hill and a few more. Happy, Stephen, Rhodey and Peter were his best men.

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“You look beautiful.” Your friend told you as you looked at yourself in the mirror, fingers running along the dress gently.

“Thank you,” you said, feeling choked up already, “I feel amazing.” You told them.

“Let’s get you married then.”

‘Ready for this, baby girl?’

“Seriously, does he have to write on himself now?” Pepper laughed causing you to look at you arm. You rolled your eyes but asked for a pen.

‘Ready as I’ll ever be! God, I can’t wait to be Y/F/N Stark. See you out there gorgeous.’

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“So Mrs Stark?” Tony asked playfully as he held your hand, thumb running soothingly over the skin.

“What?” You snapped.

“Glad I’m your soulmate?”

“I hate you so much, fuck!” You yelled as you were told to push again.

“God, Stark I am so divorcing you after this.”

“Love you too baby girl. Come on, he’s nearly here.” Tony told you, he continued to whispered words of comfort and encouragement to you as you delivered the baby. You went into labour three weeks before your due date and Happy had barely got you to the hospital in time.

“He’s here. A healthy baby boy.” You watched as they took him away to clean him up before putting him in Tony’s arms, you couldn’t help but smile as you watched Tony’s eyes fill with tears of joy.

“You ready to go again?” The nurse asked you, causing you to lose the smile and now groan.

“Tony, baby, do it for me?” You pleaded tiredly, tears stinging your own eyes.

“I would if I could, baby girl, I would.” He told you before going back to comforting you, whilst bouncing your son.

“And here’s baby number two.” The nurse told you. They cleaned the second baby up before placing her carefully in your arms.

“They are perfect.” You told Tony as you looked at the babies before you. You were exhausted but you didn’t want them to leave your sight.

“You’re perfect baby. I’m so proud of you.” Tony told you before placing a soft kiss upon your lips.

“So, any ideas for names?” The nurse asked.

“Morgan for the girl and Y/S/N for the boy.” You said, looking at Tony for confirmation, he nodded happily.

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‘Please don’t forget to pick the kids up from school, Stark.’

‘Mrs Stark, how could you ever think I’d forget the kids?’ ‘Again.’

‘Tony I swear to God.’

‘Don’t worry baby girl, I got ‘em, Peter too. Enjoy your girls weekend! I love you.’

‘Love you too baby.’

Sucker for You

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Requested - anon ~ hii,can you do a James Potter x reader with sucker by the jonas brothers where the marauders always say that y/n has james in the palm of her hands and he doesn’t agree,until one day they fight and james realises that he really is a sucker for you,please? thank u❤

James Potter knew there was something about you from the moment he met you. He still remembered the shy first year he’d saw huddled in the corner of the library with a book, a small crease in between your eyebrows as you struggled to understand something in the Transfiguration's textbook. Upon offering you help, James had discovered you were a muggle-born witch who’d only recently discovered the world of magic.

Now he looked at you, sat across from him in the Great Hall laughing loudly as Sirius relayed a prank they’d played on one of the older Slytherin boys. You were so focused on the story that you missed the way James looked at you, Remus however saw it and couldn’t help but smile at his friend. He had that love sick look about him, wide eyes like he couldn’t believe you were actually his and a small grin played on his face.

At first Remus and Sirius had been protective over James, his feelings for you had developed in third year and he’d done everything he could to please you. Sirius often told him that you had him in the palm of your hand but James shook him off each time, he wanted to do things for you, you weren’t making him. It was just some nice tokens of affection.

He’d gone out of his way to buy you things, help you with homework, follow you around, carry your bags, said yes to things you wanted to do even if he wouldn’t normally want to do it. You had tried to poliety get him to stop, or at least ease up, on the over affectionate behaviour and eventually he had. It had taken some growing up, silent treatments from you and words of wisdom from the other Marauders but James felt he wasn’t so over the top.

Others thought differently. Whilst people thought you went together perfectly it was still glaringly obvious that James was firmly in the palm of your hand. You knew it as well but tried not to take advantage of the way James chose to show his affection and feelings for you.

When you got up to leave the table, leaning over to give James a soft kiss before standing, James’ eyes followed you as you left, the soft glint never leaving.

“Prongsy, Y/N really has you in the palm of her hand.” James rolled his eyes as he turned to look at Sirius, throwing a chip across the table that hit him in the face. Remus rolled his eyes as Sirius retaliated but couldn’t help but think Sirius was right.

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One of the downside to James’ way of showing affection was that he got jealous easily. It was one of the few things that you dislike about it. Understandably jealously was a common trait in many relationships but when it came to your relationship with James it was very prominent. You’d made some comments about the jealousy but had never really sat down and talked to him about it.

You had been talking to a Slytherin boy in the year above you, Oswald Jefferson, about some tutoring in potions. With exams coming up shortly you thought it’d be in your best interest to go and get a little extra help in the subject you were least confident in. He’d readily agreed to help you, thankfully one of the nicer Slytherin.

You were going over the theory side of things that you’d have to know before your exam, already you had spent a lot of time in the lab with him after Slughorn had allowed it. Oswald was quizzing you and you felt surprisingly confident. Thankfully the study sessions weren’t as dull or awkward as you’d thought they would be, instead you ended up laughing as you answered another question, missing the way James glared from across the library.

“Come on mate, it’s Y/N. Nothing is happening over there other than her stressing over passing these exams.” James let out a scoff, not even looking at Sirius as he kept glaring.

“Sirius is right James. You know Y/N, she loves you as much as you love her. You’re just being ridiculous.” That caused James to snap his head around to glare at his two friends.

“Ridiculous?! She’s the one over there with some Slytherin! Always flirting with other guys like she’s not got a boyfriend, I mean seriously would it kill her to act like she was in a relationship!”

“James-” Sirius tried to interrupt him but he continued.

“No, Sirius. I mean I don’t even know why I bother some days. I put so much bloody energy into our relationship and she goes running to any old Slytherin. And don’t even get me started on-”

“James!” Remus shocked him by raising his voice which caused him to pause in his rant. He saw that neither of them were looking at him but more specifically something over his shoulder. His brows knitted together as he turned around, face falling as he saw you stood near them with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N, I-I didn’t, I-” He tried to croak out an apology but you stopped him.

“Save it Potter,” you spat, trying your hardest to keep the tears from falling down your face.”If that’s what you really think about me then we’re through!” You adjusted the strap of your bag, walking out of the library with your head held high, only letting it drop when you entered an empty classroom that looked like it hadn’t been used for a decade or two.

As you sat on the floor, not caring much about the dust that had collected, you finally let the tears fall. Sobs escaped from you as you clutched a hand to your mouth trying to quiet them, thankfully you were in a part of the castle that seemed fairly unused.

James had tried to follow you out of the library but Remus caught his arm before he could and tugged him back into his seat, whilst James had tried to fight the grip Sirius spoke.

“Dude, you messed up big time. Honestly, you’d be lucky if she wanted to talk to you again after this but you’re going to have to give her time.”

James took Sirius’ advice after he tried to talk to you and you completely ignored him, carrying on down the corridor with one of your friends, a smile that felt too fake plastered on your face.

He felt lost. James was so used to being by your side, you helping him with pranks or encouraging him to study and do homework. He was used to falling asleep with you in his arms, the feeling of safety, love and warmth all rolled into one. He was used to waking up and his day instantly being a brilliant one because the first thing he saw was you. He felt like an arse for what he had said, he didn’t mean to get jealous but he knew how many guys wanted you and felt like you were far too good for him and you would realise one day.

James loved you, always had and felt that he always would. There was no doubt in his mind you were the one for him, he’d do anything for you without hesitation. He’d break any rule he had to to make you happy. Without you he really felt lost.

The hurt you felt from hearing James’ words still followed you around daily but you were faring better than James. The smile you wore still felt fake but it was getting easier. You did miss being cuddled up by the fire in the common room together, missed the late nights chats you had when he snuck you both out of the castle to watch the stars, missed the mischief you helped caused, the dates you would have both in the castle and at Hogsmeade.

You only needed him to apologise and promise that you’d both work on your communication skills and you both could have what you wanted.

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James and you had been broken up for four months when he finally approached you. You were sat alone in a quiet corner of The Three Broomsticks with a warm cup of butterbeer wrapped in your hands to help fight the winter chill. The quiet was interrupted when someone cleared their throat causing you to turn and lock eyes with James.

“Hey.” He said hesitantly, hands fidgeting with one another as he looked at you shyly.

“Hi.” You replied, eyebrows raised in question to see where this would end up.

“Can, uh, I, can I join you?” The nerves he felt were written all over him, you took pity and nodded, gesturing to the seat opposite you. Once he sat down an awkward air settled around the pair of you.

“Listen, I know this is four months too late but I had to say it before there wasn’t a chance to. I’m sorry about what I said. None of it was true, I was just a jerk who let jealously take control. It’s just, you’re way too good for someone like me and, you know, I was scared you’d realise it and leave me. I know you were never flirting with other guys though, you’re just a nice person to everyone. What I’m trying to say is I really am sorry and I understand if you don’t have feelings for me anymore, Hell I’m not expecting us to go back to normal if you do it’s just that-” You let James ramble, knowing it was better to just let him run his course and decipher what you could from it but you drew the line when he started repeating himself frequently.

“James,” you interrupted gently, immediately he stopped talking, resembling a puppy who had just been called and was now giving its owner its full attention. You couldn’t stop the small smile that made its way on to your face. “I accept your apology, ok, and yes I still want to be with you but it’s not gonna be how it was before. We’ve got to talk about things, if your jealous just come to me. If we have a problem, we talk to each other.” James nodded along to everything you were saying, he knew things had to change so you were both happy.

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You and your boys had graduated from Hogwarts, all passing with grades that would benefit you. You had gotten a job in your dream field, ready to work your way up to the top whilst James and Sirius got accepted for the Aurror Program.

James had taken you to look around some of the properties that were left to him and one of them caught your eye. It was a beautiful cottage that had a breathing view, the house elves had done an amazing job tending to the gardens all these years. James and you had moved in together and were happier than ever.

Two years into living together, James took you out on your anniversary and popped the question.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you gave me another chance and we get to live our lives together. Being with you has made me a happier man and the thought of being without you hurts like hell. Remus and Sirius like to say you have me in the palm of your hand and I’ve always denied it but looking back now you really do but I don’t think it’s a bad thing. Y/F/N Y/L/N, I’m a sucker for you. Will you do me the honour of marry me?”

You’d said yes. Of course you had and you had the rest of yours lives to be suckers for the other.

Girls like you

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Requested - Scarlett Johansson x wife!reader with a prompt number 80. One is suspiciously well behaved because they scratched their spouse's car or broke something ~ 80 - “You are remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?” ( @pentagoniablue )

You and Scarlett had been together for four years now, married for two of them and living together for three. Being with Scarlett had its difficulties, for starters you still weren’t used to the attention that was constantly put on your relationship with the media and paparazzi. It was hard when she was away filming and you couldn’t be with her but you valued the time you were together just that much more because of that. People accused you of being with her because she was rich and successful but you were actually with her because you loved her, the moment you met her she made you feel something that nobody had made you feel. Then you couldn’t put it into words but after this much time you knew you were in love with her.

Scarlett was finally home for a while, finally finishing up with filming the new Avengers film that was coming out. She’d been back for a few days so far and you hadn’t realised how much you missed her until she was back. Currently, the pair of you were cuddled together in bed watching crappy day-time TV and catching up with each other, kisses were shared between the two of you as you enjoyed the company you both had missed dearly whilst she had been away. You were always invited out to wherever she was filming but more often than not you had your own things to do back at home so couldn’t make it.

“God, I missed you so much Y/N.” She told you before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against your lips. You smiled into the kiss before pulling away from her, grinning too widely.

“I know, trust me, I missed you too.” You replied with a small pout playing on your lips causing her to laugh.

“Do you have to go out today? Can’t you just stay here with me?”Scarlett asked you, giving you her own pout and puppy dog eyes. You nearly gave in and cancelled your plans but unfortunately, as much as you wanted to stay in bed with her all day, you had to go to a fitting for an event that was coming up soon.

“Sorry baby. I won’t be gone long, two hours tops!”You grinned as she flopped down onto the bed, pout not giving up. You leaned down and kissed her with some force, her kissing you back and matching your pace. Eventually, you broke away for air, grinning at her slightly swollen lips. You pecked her lips once more before rolling out of bed and heading towards the shower.

It didn’t take you long to get ready, Scarlett stayed in bed pouting at you causing you to grin and laugh, drawing a similar response from her. You couldn’t wait to get back home and in bed with her and you hadn’t even left the house yet, hopefully you wouldn’t be out long.

“I’ll see you in a little bit.” You grinned at her, pulling away from her after another kiss. She glared playfully at you as you left the room, shouting a quick farewell at your retreating figure. You went out and saw her car was parked in front of yours, so you quickly ran back into the house and grabbed her keys, it would be quicker to take her car instead of moving it and getting into yours. What’s the worse that could happen?

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The worse that could happened is that you could dent her car. It was a tiny, little dent, ok maybe it was noticeable but still you didn’t know what to do. Telling her was probably the most sensible option but instead you decided to stop at a bakery and pick up a treat for her and some flowers too. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too mad at you.

You got out of the car once you were home and looked at the damage again and from this angle it did look pretty bad, who knew lamp posts could be so hard? You pulled the bag of treats and flowers from the car and went into the house to see Scarlett in the kitchen. She grinned once she saw you, her eyebrows lifting once she saw what was in your hands.

“Hey baby.” You greeted with a smile as you made you way over to her, giving her a kiss before pulling away and handing her the bag and flowers. She questioned you slightly, but you just grinned and began to load the dishwasher, the job she was doing when you had entered the house. Throughout the day and into the night, you were the best wife. Doing chores and whatever else needed doing, dotting on Scarlett, making sure she was happy. You even made dinner that night.

“You are remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?” She asked you over dinner, a smile on her face as she did. Clearly she was enjoying your behaviour, why wouldn’t she? You’d done all the chores you were procrastinating and then some.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I thought I’d just help around the house.” You told her, looking at her as innocently as you could. She raised an eyebrow and stared at you; you broke within moments. “OK, so I may have accidentally dented your car. It’s not that big of a deal though, you can barely notice it!” Scarlett looked at you for a moment before laughter came out of her, that was the last thing you were expecting.

“I know, I saw it earlier but since you were doing such a good job helping I thought I’d let you carry on. By the way, your fixing my car.”

You both went to bed that night, cuddled together, feeling light and laughing quietly amongst yourselves. You missed Scarlett and would savour every moment you got with her, even if it meant you had to fix a car.

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What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

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Requested by @victoriasagittariablack

Prompts - Iron - ‘We work together on this movie/show but we broke up and now our characters are romantically involved.’ & Auburn -  we’re both heading home for the holidays but our plane ends up snowed in at the airport. You have soft blankets and i have snacks, and in the end it doesn’t turn out so bad. & Primrose - “But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

A/N - I literally write Rob Benedict or Matt Cohen as the readers best friend in  all my SPN real people fics so, sorry! Trinity is your character’s name on the show.

Working with someone you were dating had its ups and downs. You had never tried to keep this information a secret, you’d spoken about it honestly when prompted at panels and interviews. Sometimes being around your girlfriend, Ruth Connell, all day and night was great, you savoured the moments you spent with her. At the same time though it was hard, sometimes you had arguments and then you had to work with each other like nothing was wrong, other times it was just a bit overwhelming to spend near on 24 hours a day with somebody. 

You had problems, every couple did, you tried to keep it real both publicly and privately. That’s why you were a bit lost at the moment. The Supernatural cast were all together at a convention, Ruth, you, Jared, Jensen, Richard, Rob, Mark (Pellegrino & Sheppard), Matt and a few others out of the main cast. 

You where sat on the bed of the hotel room that you and Ruth were sharing. Tears welled in your eyes but you absolutely refused to let them fall. Ruth stood across from you, leaning back against the dressing table, looking just as good as you felt.

Ruth had continued an argument you two had been having before catching a plane out here together, about how you two were drifting apart and then she said the words, the words that made your heart clench and your eyes water. ‘Are we even working together anymore? I mean, would it be easier if we broke up?’ 

And now here you were. Begging yourself not to cry as you climbed off the bed and over to your suitcases, thankfully you hadn’t had a chance to unpack. 

“Y/N, where’re you going?” She asked as you went to leave, before you turned to look at her you squeezed your eyes shut. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

“I’m not staying in here Ruth. You want to break up, that’s ok, I won’t force you to stay with me but please give me space because I can’t-” You cut yourself off with a sob and saw Ruth move towards you. You shook your head and left the room, feeling like the walls were closing in on you.

Sure your relationships had its ups and downs but you never ever wanted it to end. You loved Ruth, still do, madly. You dreaded the thought of going into work after the convention, your characters would begin to date on the show, how difficult was that going to be? 

Once you got a safe enough distance away from your old room you broke, tears fell down your face and sobs escaped even as you tried to muffle them. You had no idea what to do, it was a convention and everyone was staying in the same hotel, though some had to stay in another one due to this one being full. You’d never get a room.

“Wow, Y/N! What’s wrong?” You couldn’t speak but gladly welcomed the arms that wrapped around you tightly, letting your cry your eyes out into their shoulder. Rob your mind supplied as you cried. God, this was so embarrassing. 

He gently eased you out of the hug some minutes later, not wanting you to be in the corridor were anyone could see you. Rob looked at the suitcases by your side and his eyebrows knitted together in both confusion and concern. The safest thing to do was to bring you to his room until he knew what was wrong.

“Come on, let’s go.” He said softly, grabbing the suitcases for you and leading you back to his room.

He sat you on the bed and shot a text to Richard telling him he wasn’t go to make lunch and he sat with you. He pulled you back into a hug and let you just sit and cry.

It was about ten minutes later when you had calmed down enough to talk. You pulled back from him, letting him wipe the mix of tears, massacre and foundation from your face as you did. God, he must think you’re such as mess right now.

“Sorry.” You managed to whisper causing him to look at you like you’d grown two heads.

“What are you sorry for? Y/N/N, you know you can talk to me, right? What happened?” 

Wiping your own face, you took a deep breath and told Rob everything. The increase in arguments, the distance that had grown between you even though you were always together, the anger, the pain, the stress. Everything. To Rob’s credit he sat there whilst you vented, whilst you got angry then sad, and listened to every word.

“You know,” he began, “it’s not healthy for a couple to be around each other for that amount of time. It’s normal that you’re both getting frustrated because well, I guess, you’re so focused on trying not to, uh, not to ignore each other that you put too much pressure on spending time with each other.”

You took in what he said and you agreed whole heartedly, it wasn’t right and you were getting stressed out because of it.

“I know but, ugh, I got this job before I started dating Ruth, you know? It would have been different if we had been dating before but we weren’t. And Rob, this job, it’s my dream job! I can’t give that up. I love her but God, tell me what to do.” You said with a pout, causing him to laugh.

“Ok, ok, you wanna know what to do?” He asked, a slight grin playing on his face. You’d been friends with Rob since the first day you started on Supernatural, he was one of your best friends and you trusted him a hell of a lot. 

“Yes, tell me!”

“You come out with me, Rich and Matt tonight. You have a good time and you do your panels and photo ops like you normally would. You have a good time at this con and then we’ll figure something out before filming, yeah?” You thought about it. It didn’t seem like the most responsible, mature, response to your problems but it sure sounded good. Who could blame you if you just took one night to yourself, one night to focus on you before over thinking and stressing about everything? Besides, you’d asked Rob what to do, it’d be rude not to listen,

“Let’s do it.”

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 You had freshened up your makeup and put on one of your outfits that you’d packed before heading downstairs, arms locked with Rob. 

You hadn’t actually seen anyone apart from Ruth and Rob, focusing mainly on checking in and throwing your suitcases in the room before doing so. Clearly there was a change in events but once the elevator opened and you saw people you knew dotted around you relaxed, a genuine smile making its way onto your face. You looked to your left when you heard a whistle.

“Look at you, gorgeous.” You grinned when you saw Rich leaning against the wall near the elevator and made your way over to him, greeting him with a hug and a kiss of the cheek. 

“Not looking so bad yourself, Mr Speight.” You told him causing him to laugh and throw an arm over your shoulder. You knew Rob had told Rich and Matt what had happened but you were relieved when Rich didn’t mention anything.

“Wow, where’s my hug?” You rolled your eyes but stepped out of Richard’s hold to wrap your arms around Matt. He gave you a tight squeeze as he kissed your temple causing a lump to build in your throat, ignoring it the best you could, you pulled back and smiled at him. 

The four of you headed out of the hotel you were staying at and headed to one of the many bars nearby. Matt offered to buy the first round and before you knew it the first round was gone and many later there was a new set of shots being placed before you. You threw each of them back before grinning at Richard.

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You woke the next morning with a groan, eyebrows knitting together when you heard someone laugh and somebody else shush them. You slowly peeled your eyes open, screwing them shut again at the light, before opening them again and seeing Richard and Rob on the bed with you. Rich looked as good as you felt whereas Rob looked fine. You shot a glare at him before sitting up.

“Morning sunshine, ready for your panels this afternoon?” Rob laughed causing you to groan. You, Ruth, Kim and Briana had a group panel later on this afternoon and the thought of it made you feel worse than the hangover. There was no way you were cancelling though, you knew the fans spent so much money to be here and you wouldn’t ever disappoint them like that.

“God, Robbie do my panel for me.” You pleaded as you leaned against Rich’s shoulder, his head falling on yours.

“I would if I could.” He told you and you groaned. This was going to be the longest panel of your life but you had to do it, just grin and bear it. What could go wrong?

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“So, Y/N, your character Trinity and Rowena are finally getting together this season, something the fans have been wanting since you were introduced to each other. I was just wondering what that means for your real life relationship and how do you feel that the writers added that relationship in?”

Everything. That’s what could go wrong. 

You’d taken a shower and some headache tablets, finding the hang over wasn’t actually that bad once you’d freshened up and ate. You’d gotten ready and walked over to the convention centre with Rob, Rich and Matt who had their own panels. 

You’d greeted Kim and Briana with hugs but then stopped when you saw Ruth, you felt like you needed to be professional but it really hurt. Kim and Briana noticed the tension but thankfully said nothing, whether Ruth had told them or not you had no idea.

You always felt you were quite honest. You let the public in on such a huge part of your life, tried not to have too many secrets for people to exploit but now, after listening to, what was it, Sasha’s question you had no idea what to do. You couldn’t say your relationship was great because that was bull and you had no  idea what you relationship was anymore. Sure you broke up but what more than that. Could you ever be friends with the women you love?

“Good question. You know I think it’s amazing that girls have these two very strong-minded women to look up to and see that yes they’re lesbian and bisexual but that doesn’t have to define you or hold you back. I like how the writers don’t base a character of their sexuality, meaning that like even with Charlie, you know, the way she was announced as lesbian was so chill and not her defining quality. I think it’s going to be important for people to have these characters to look up to and aspire to be like.” You said honestly, that part of the question was great, loved it, it was just the other half. You paused whilst everyone cheered, including your costars on the stage.

“When it comes to mine and Ruth’s relationship, honestly, I can’t answer it because we haven’t had a chance to explore Trinity and Rowena yet. Either it will be just like filming is now or it could have some affect. I really don’t know the answer to that yet.” People cheered once you answered and you let out a sigh of relief, smiling at Kim as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder and squeezed. Ok then, they definitely knew. You couldn’t be mad though, after all you’d told Rob and given permission for him to tell Rich and Matt.

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Thankfully the rest of your panels for the weekend pasted fairly quickly and without incident. Now you were all headed to the airport together, most of you heading to Vancouver but some like Matt, Kim and Briana were heading home. 

The thought of filming was filling you with dread but still you knew you had to act professional. So many people looked up to your character, and to you, and you knew you had to prevail. This was your job, there was no time to get caught up in personal drama. You knew when you began dating Ruth that there was always that chance you two could break up and you’d just had to deal with it.

Sighing to yourself you got out of the car, picked your suitcases up and checked in, saying your goodbyes to Matt who headed towards a different terminal. You sat with Rob and Richard, squeezing Richard’s hand to try to soothe some of the anxiety he was feeling over flying. 

You looked over and saw Ruth was sat with Jared, Jensen and Misha. You couldn’t help but frown. You’d asked for space and she’d given it to you so why were you feeling so, so, God you couldn’t even explain what you were feeling. That was frustrating, everything about this situation was frustrating. 

Taking your hand out of Richard’s you stood up and grabbed your bag.

“Where you going?” Rob asked quietly, giving you a smile as he did. You smiled back before answering.

“The plane doesn’t get her for another hour and a half, two hours. I’m just gonna go stretch my legs.” He nodded at you before turning back to Rich.

You chanced one more glance at Ruth, who was watching you with sad eyes before she turned back to Jared who was saying something to the group.

With a frown you walked away from your costars and friends before heading to one of the coffee shops that were in the airport and ordering a hot drink to fight the slight chill you felt in the winter weather. 

You couldn’t even get a chance to come to terms with everything. You were aware you were constantly in the spotlight, whether it was paps or fans, someone had a camera and if you broke down in a Costa coffee shop it would definitely be front page on Twitter’s news section.

Two weeks of filming, that was it until you wrapped for Christmas and then you were back at it again for another six months, so the new season was ready for next October. God, two more weeks until you were alone. You hadn’t even thought about where you were staying, currently you and Ruth had a cute place in California that you stayed at when you weren’t in the UK, Canada or another state filming. 

“This is such a mess.” You mumbled to yourself.

You looked up when you heard a delicate voice saying your name hesitantly. 

“May I sit with you?” Ruth stood with her own hot cup of tea, looking at you with hopeful eyes. You figured you’d have to talk to her before you started filming and this was as good a time as any.

You nodded and gestured to the seat in front of you which she took.

“Look, Y/N, what I said-” You cut her off.

“You were right. It wasn’t working, Ruth, but now we’ve got a job to do and people depending on us.”

“I know but we can get past this right? At least speak to each other when we’re in the same room without a script? This is the longest we’ve gone without talking to each other, dear.” 

“Maybe one day but it hurts too much now.”

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Filming was back in full swing, today you were filming episode three. You were shooting five scenes today, four of them involve you and Ruth. One scene was you two sort of coming out to Sam and Dean but not really. There was no official coming out but it was obvious you two were dating, you and Jensen would have a scene together later were you’d talk about it whilst researching. You loved how coming out for your characters on the show was done so naturally, no need to explicitly come out and everyone was accepting. 

Thankfully, Richard Speight was directing the episode and you felt a bit more at ease.

“Y/N, to set.” You headed over, hugging Rich when you saw him and got into position. 

“Ready. Episode 3, Scene 6, take 1 and action.”

Trinity walked into the room, coming to a halt when she saw Rowena stood behind the table with a book and some ingredients in front of her. You turned to Sam with a raised eyebrow.

“She agreed to help us find a way with the book.” You shrugged your shoulders at him before making you way over to Rowena. You stopped before her and she paused in her chopping, looking over at you. 

“Hey.” You grinned at her before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. God this felt right, you couldn’t help but think. It brought tears to your eyes as you felt that constant feeling of hurt stab through you. Pulling away from the kiss, the grin still plastered on your face, Rowena reached over and brushed some hair out of your face.

“Hey yourself.” She greeted before turning back to her work. 

“Mind giving me a hand, dearie? Grind those for me.” She gestured over to the mortar and pestle that had some ingredients in it. You reached for it with a shaky hand that you hoped the camera didn’t pick up and got to work. You knew this was going to be hard, you thought as the others around you spoke their lines, but not this hard.

You somehow managed to get scene 6 done in only a few takes before they were ready for you on the other set stage. This was your scene with Jensen, or Dean.

“So,” he began, a smirk settling on his face, “you and Rowena, huh?” You grinned at Dean whilst simultaneously rolling your eyes.

“Shut up.” You warned.

“No, no, I gotta ask. Gotta make sure my girls not gonna get hurt.” 

You let out a laugh, it should have been humorous but it came out more like a choked sob. 

You clenched your eyes together before hearing Rich call cut. 

“Sorry.” You choked out before Jensen wrapped his arms around you.

“S’alright, nothing to be sorry about. Let’s take a quick pause, yeah?” You nodded against his chest feeling stupid, you were the one banging on about getting your job done yet here you were crying on set whilst shooting a scene. 

Richard came over and handed you some water, holding your shoulder as he did. You thanked him and gulped it down before taking a deep breath. You were aware Ruth was on set, could see her looking at you if you looked to the side hard enough.

“Sorry, I’m ok.” Jensen and Rich both looked like they doubted you but got back into place.

“Take it from your line for me Jens.” Richard said. 

“Episode 3, Scene 8, take 2 and action.”

“No, no, I gotta ask. Gotta make sure my girls not gonna get hurt.” Dean repeated and you let out the laugh you were supposed to.

“First of all, not your girl,” You said with a fake glare, causing him to laugh. “Second of all, she’s not gonna hurt me and if she does, trust me I can handle it myself.”

“Yeah, I know you can. Doesn’t mean I gotta like it though. My girls growing up on me, dating 300 year old witches. What is it with this family and Supernatural creatures, I mean Sam and Ruby, you had the hots for Lucifer-”

“I did not!” You denied, rolling your eyes at him.

“Yeah, sure, ok, let’s go with that.” He laughed. “You happy with her?” Here you got choked up but recovered swiftly.

“You know what Dean, I am, I really am. Never thought I’d get to experience what I’m feeling in this life but with Rowena, it’s, it’s, God Dean I can’t describe it but I think I could really love her one day.” You painted a love-sick grin on your face, letting it fade slightly once Jensen drew you in for a hug.

“If you’re happy then I’m happy, kiddo.”

“And cut. Beautiful guys, beautiful.”

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That was the longest two weeks of your life. You’d had to kiss Ruth more times than you could count and it hurt more and more each time, like a knife twisted each time you kissed. Your friends were supportive and you were so thankful for them.

You were even more thankful that the two weeks was up and you were finally heading back to California. It had started snowing in Vancouver and you wanted to get out before the snow storm hit. 

Your flight was the same one Ruth was taking. Considering you were going the same place it made sense but still you felt sad. The anger had faded and now you were just sad. This was also the first time in a long time you had nobody to go back to when you finished filming and it sucked.

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You often told yourself you could get through things life threw at you. Always asked yourself ‘what could possibly go wrong?’ and then guess what happened, everything went bloody wrong.

Take now for example, filming was shaky at best but now you were heading home. What could possibly go wrong? Right. Everything. Everything could go wrong.

The snow storm had hit and now you were snowed in at the airport. Literally no way home and you weren’t dressed for the winter chill that could be felt from within the airport, no you had a thin pair of sweats, a t-shirt and light jacket on because you thought you’d be stepping off the plane to be greeted by California’s weather. Nope.

 You’d been at the airport an hour when you couldn’t take the cold anymore. You had stood up and started pacing after an announcement had been made that it looked like everyone was stuck here at least overnight and tomorrow. The snow was heavy enough to lock you in the airport, that’s the last time I ask myself what could possibly go wrong.

Ruth looked at you with sad eyes. She knew you hated the cold. Winter mornings were some of her favourite moments with you, when you pouted at her to stay in bed with you and you’d cuddle up together underneath a thick duvet and a mountain of soft blankets on top of you. Some morning TV playing quietly as you warmed up, gently, lazy kisses shared as you spoke about everything and nothing at the same time. Why had she let you go? 

“Y/N.” Ruth’s voice made you look up. You saw her pull out some blankets from her overnight bag she packed, a bag filled with things that would be useful in case of an emergency such as this. You always told her she’d never need it, you’d never been so glad to be wrong.

“Come here.” You obeyed her and sat next to her, grimacing slightly as you sat on the floor but sighed happily as two blankets were place over you. She frowned as you shivered and ended up taking her coat off and making you wear if, even though you protested, though truth be told they were half-hearted at best and she could see that. It made her grin.

“I have snacks.” You told her, pulling your own bag close and pulling out some of your favourite snacks. You gave her a bag and got one for yourself. 

“You know, if you had let me finish that day in Costa, I would have told you that I didn’t actually want to break up. Blimey, I love you dear. I’ve never loved anyone like I’ve love you but with work and everything it’s just been one stressful day after another and I guess it snowballed into something bigger.” 

You turned to looked at her and she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your red nose and the pink blanket that was pulled tight and tucked under your chin. 

“You really didn’t want to break up with me?” God you sounded like a twelve-year-old with her first boyfriend or something. 

“Of course not, look at ya. I’d be a fool to let you go.”

“I tried to hate you,” You said honestly, watching her face fall, “I did. I thought it’d be easier to deal with but mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.” Her face lit up as she laughed softly. 

“I’m sorry, dearie, for even suggesting we break up. You think we could still be together? We communicate more, tell the other when they need space and just try to make things a bit better.” You thought about it, there was nothing to think about though. You loved this women and couldn’t picture yourself with anyone else.

“Yeah,” you said with a grin, “I think we can make it work.” She rolled her eyes at you, smiling just as widely at you as you were her. Without thinking about it you leaned forward, kissing her softly and savouring every second of it. Kissing her as Rowena had been agony but now it was pure bliss.

When you pulled away, you both just stared at each other, smiling like two love-sick puppies.

“Ok now that we’re back together, will you please cuddle me? I’m freezing!” You exclaimed causing her to laugh but do as you said, placing a kiss to your head as she did.

Things were far from perfect, there was no denying that, but with a little work and communication what could possibly go wrong?

50 and 42 with Lucifer :)

Devil May Care

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Warnings - Murder, dead body.

Prompts - 42 - “Look, I haven’t slept in twenty four hours, I got fired, and almost got shot today. I’m in no mood for your shit” & 50 - “Don’t give me that puppy dog face.”

Being a detective was a difficult job, you always knew there was that large chance you could die on the job but you still did it because somebody had to. You wanted to help people and make sure that the criminals were punished, it was one of the many reasons Lucifer had started to orbit closer to you. It’s not that you didn’t like Lucifer, the guy was actually pretty nice once you got past the whole Lucifer persona but sometimes he interfered with you work, wanting to skip ahead to the punishing aspect of the job and not, say, the paperwork aspect of it. 

Sometimes on the job there wasn’t enough evidence to tie a criminal to the crime but you knew they were guilty. The case you were currently working on, and the case that Lucifer had wormed his way into, was a shooting that you were convinced linked with a gang you had spent months looking into, if you were right then this would be your big break. You received a call early in the morning calling you in, it was a short ride to the scene of the crime and definitely not what most people would want as a morning wake up.

The victim had, clearly, been shot but there were other injuries on his body. You saw Ella with her camera assessing the wounds as you made you way over to her. 

“Got anything yet?” You asked her, taking in the scene as you did. You were in the Willowbrook area, some back alley that was perfect for a shooting. 

“Hey, morning! Yeah actually, so the victim’s name is Reggie Sanchez, he’d just turned 19 a few days ago and as you can see the victim was shot, I’d put time of death at around 4:28AM.” You registered the information she had given you as you crouched down next to the body, eyebrows knitting together as you felt something wasn’t right but you couldn’t place your finger on it. Something about this murder seemed familiar.

“So cause of death was the bullet? What about the other injuries?” You asked, gesturing to the bones that were popping out of the young man’s legs and the carved out chunks of skin on his arms and chest. “Whoever wanted him dead really wanted him to suffer.”

“That’s what I thought but turns out these wounds and broken bones, not done until after he was dead. See the cuts, the blood pattern is different to how it’d be if he was alive.” That’s when it hit you, you knew exactly who was responsible for the death of Reggie Sanchez. The gang you were looking into used this method of death when someone betrayed them or wanted out. Before you could say anything you were interrupted. 

“Ah Detective Y/L/N, Miss Lopez. Beautiful day for a murder!” Whilst Ella welcomed Lucifer warmly you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, taking a deep breath you stood and turned to face the uninvited Devil.

“Lucifer what are you doing here?” He turned to look at you with a wide smile and God, how were he and Ella so damn happy this early in the morning.

“Well Detective Y/L/N, I’m a civilian consultant so I’m here to assist. That and I enjoy spending time with you.” You liked Lucifer, you really did, but this was your first, and maybe last chance for a long time, to catch ‘The Men’. Creative name for a gang who consisted of, as the name would suggest, only men, sexist men at that. The only time a woman is even near the gang is for sex. They were sneaky and their operation ranged from drug dealing to murders. You had first discovered them when somebody had been shot in broad daylight, the victim staying alive long enough to tell you he wanted out of the gang but they refused. 

“Lucifer as much as I appreciate you wanting to help, this case is really important and I need a partner who is going to stick with me for the whole case, not just someone who comes and goes when it gets interesting.” The thought of dealing with Lucifer going off on his own after The Men after you’d spent so long tracking them filled you with dread. At least he had the nerve to look guilty. 

“Y/N, I promise you have my full attention on this case. I’ll follow your lead. Devil’s word.” You debated it for a few moments before giving in, maybe Lucifer could be of some help.

“Fine, fine, but the moment you stray you’re off the case.” He quickly agreed and before long you were finished at the crime scene and heading back to the lab to go over facts whilst waiting to see if forensics found anything, not that you thought they would considering you knew their work and it seemed they knew how to hide any scrap of evidence that linked back to them. 

“So, I think that this was a hit by The Men, a gang that know how to commit crimes without leaving prints. As far as I can tell they smuggle drugs in and sell them as well as murder. So far I’ve seen four murders, not including this one, that look like they could link to the gang, same injuries, same bullet type. I even managed to talk to a victim before he died, he wanted out of the life but they weren’t having it.” As you paced the room, files upon files of information you’d collected spread out on the table in front of you, you missed the fond smile etched onto Lucifer’s face as he watched you run a hand through your hair and your eyes light and wide at the thought of finally taking this gang down. 

“But if there’s no prints how can you link those murders, and this one, to them?” Lucifer asked you causing you to look at him, head tilted as your brows knitted together. Lucifer’s smile grew even wider as he saw the exact moment you got an idea, he watched you rummage through the files before pulling one out and sliding it across to him.

“The gang is strictly men only. However, they buy prostitutes!” You exclaimed, Lucifer looked at you confused.

“Detective Y/L/N, how on Dad’s Earth is them buying prostitutes a good thing?” You rolled your eyes but smiled at the reference to God being his father and continued.

“That’s the way in. Face it, we’d never be given a warrant to search their property and the Lieutenant would never allow it without firm evidence, such as fingerprints or DNA. I have to catch this gang Lucifer and this is the way in!” You’d had a plan for a while but the thought of going over your superiors head filled you with dread, if you came up with nothing you risked losing your job, hell if you did find something you still risked losing your job.

“OK then Y/N tell me, what’s this devilish plan of yours?” Smiling you told him how you knew where they were getting prostitutes from, you would go undercover and get into their property, from there you would try and find even a slight bit of evidence that would prove they were connected to the murder. It’d be risky as you wouldn’t be wired up and the only person who would know was Lucifer. 

“My, my Detective Y/L/N, look at you breaking the rules. But the plans far too dangerous, I simply can’t allow you to do that.” Rolling your eyes you look at the files in front of you and knew what you had to do.

 “Good thing I’m not asking for your permission then Satan. Listen, I’m doing this so it’s just a question of whether you’re going to let me go in there all alone or if you’re going to be near to help out if needed.” You knew exactly what Lucifer would do, no way was he letting you go in without him being on hand. When he relented, with an over exaggerated sigh, you grinned up at him. 

“If you get fired just remember I tried to talk you out of this.”

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Lucifer’s whistle when he saw you had you blushing head to toe, you felt exposed and not just because you were wearing next to nothing, no you felt exposed because you had no gun, no wires, nothing. You were going in vulnerable but you needed this. 

It wasn’t long before you were in, shooting one last look over your shoulder at Lucifer who sat, warmer than you, in his car. The place you were led to was as sleazy as the men who occupied it, women in your state of dress, and less, were dotted around the room on the laps of the men. The room was a large open space, you saw stairs leading to upper floors and a few doors located on the floor you were on. You saw weapons were just abandoned were they lay and thanked God that you had a decent chance of grabbing a gun if it came down to that. 

You were led over to what looked like the man in charge which you were thankfully, though slightly fearful, for. He looked you up and down before standing, pulling you over to him.

“Hmm Baby, follow me.” Barely resisting the urge to roll your eyes you followed him as he led you up the stairs. Perfect, you thought now you just had to get away from him and start snooping.

Before you knew it, you were being pinned to the wall, a gun resting against your temple. You tried to push him away but he held you in place, choking you as his arm pressed into your neck. Your fingers pried at his arms but little good it did. 

“Don’t think I ain’t seen you before, cop! Seen you snooping around crime scenes talking to dear ol’ Frankie ‘fore he died. Look at ya know though, no weapon and no wires. How were ya plannin’ on callin’ back up eh?” You felt yourself losing consciousness but fought against it, you needed evidence. When he relieved some pressure from your neck, not enough to push him away but enough to talk you gasped for air.

“There’s no back up, the department doesn’t even know I’m here. Let me go and I’ll drop the case I’ve got against you.”

“Please, you ain’t got nothin’ against me otherwise you’d come in here with your fancy warrants.” Fuck, you needed Lucifer or some sort of miracle to get yourself out of this alive and that’s when you heard it, the S.W.A.T team could be heard from where you two were, your face paling as the man holding the gun turned from the noise back to you.

“Oh you bitch.” Heavy footsteps could be heard running up the stairs and he bolted but not before pulling the trigger, gun pointed at you, when he was a safe distance away to pause for a second. A hand tugged you, causing you to narrowly miss the bullet that would have been fatal. 

Turning you saw Lucifer, he looked as pale as you did, worry swimming in his eyes. No words were spoken as he rested his forehead against yours before pulling you into a tight hug. The hug was broken by your name being shouted, turning your saw your Lieutenant, face scrunched together in anger. Before you could go over to her, Lucifer tugged you so you were facing him again and kissed you. This wasn’t the first time the pair of you had kissed, there had always been something between the two of you but you never acted on it outside of what you shared. Pulling away you smiled at him weakly, watching as he pulled off his blazer and handed it to you, allowing you some modesty, before facing your boss.

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“Reckless.” “Irresponsible.” “What sort of image does this present to the public regarding the LAPD?” Were some of the many statements you had heard whilst standing in the Lieutenants office. You knew what the outcome of this meeting would be but still hearing that you were fired crushed you. You knew you were a damn good detective and sometimes that meant following your gut but you knew you’d gone around it the wrong way. Even if they found some concrete evidence in the property it wouldn’t matter.

Walking out of the office you went over to your desk to find Lucifer stood with a sheepish grin. You were not in the mood to deal with Lucifer at the moment, all you wanted to do was go home and get in bed, not realising how tired you were until now. You stayed up all day and night yesterday going over every aspect of this case for nothing now.

“Look, I haven’t slept in twenty four hours, I got fired, and almost got shot today. I’m in no mood for your shit.” You told him pushing him off your desk as you started tidying up, you noticed a box on the desk and glanced at Lucifer.

“I apologise Y/N. I had a bad feeling about your plan and just wanted you to be safe. I never wanted you to lose your job because of me.” He told you, a sad look making its way onto his face.

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face.” You say with a smile, “trust me, it’s not your fault. I’m glad you called for backup because I truly believe he would’ve killed me. Help me pack up?” You asked and he immediately started helping.

Once you were all packed you couldn’t help the slight sting you felt in your eyes, you scrunched them together before opening them again, seeing Lucifer open his arms for you. You stepped into them immediately, resting your head on his shoulder as he held you tightly whispering sweet nothings as he did.

“Considering how bad your day has been how about we try and make it a bit better?” He asked into your hair. You rolled your eyes, as much fun as adventures with Lucifer were you just wanted to go home.

“Luc, I’m tired and just want to go to sleep. We’ll do something fun another time.” 

“Yeah that’s not what I was talking about actually. Now may not be a good time, or it may be as good a time as any, but seeing you nearly get shot today made me realise how fragile your lives on Earth are and how I should make the most of my time with you, value every moment. Linda would probably say I’ve made progress. Anyway, Y/N, what I’m trying to say is I like you a lot and want to at least give being your boyfriend a try, if you’ll let me?” Grinning, you leaned up and kissed him, the kiss lasted for a few moments before he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. 

“I’ll assume that’s a yes?” He asked you with a soft smile.

“Yes Lucifer, it’s a yes.” You said before he pulled you into another kiss. 

It had been a long exhausting day but at least something good had come from you nearly being killed.