#rose from the dead to gif wifey

[lokisprettygirl]

Love in the time of Uncertainty (Loki x Female Reader)

Read chapter 2 here

Chapter 3

Summary: With Misha being gone,you receive a generous offer from loki himself

Note : Loki will often use crude language in this series, atleast in this part, he's mean and kind of crazy but trust me I won't disappoint. Also future parts will contain smut so tread carefully 18+ only

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"Well my dear y/n, she won't come to be your knight n shining armour today, because she is dead"

You heard him but didn't want to believe him, she can't be dead right, she didn't deserve this, she was helping people, she was so kind,why would this happen to her?

"How.. how did..how did she die?" You stuttered and he glared at you "what do you think?" Not being able to save Misha would be one of the biggest regret of his life, but it was too late for him to be able to do anything, she was a good assistant to him and truly kind. When you see people dying everyday on the news, when you see the death rate rising, you never care much as long as you and people you care about are safe. But now the realisation that someone close to you, someone you were friends with, someone you laughed with and shared your stuff with was no more, your mind still couldn't believe that she was gone, just like that, she had such a bright future.

"How did she get the virus?" You asked him, all zoned out, he was going to reply with a snarky remark again but then he saw your face, looking so shocked and hurt, you were trying to process this, Misha was a friend to you. "Working in a hospital isn't exactly safe is it?" He told you, his voice soft for a change.

"I have to go" you picked up your bag and walked out of his chamber "where are you going?" He followed you and you stopped, you have no idea where would you go, Misha was your last hope and she's gone. "I don't know" you start sobbing as the realisation of her death finally hits you, you fell down on your knees "she didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve this" you mumbled mindlessly and his heart saddened at the sight of you. He wanted to comfort you but be didn't.

"There's nothing you could have done, the virus doesn't discriminate,it just takes" he picked your bag up and you looked at him "come with me" you snapped out of your head as you heard him and stood up "come with you where" you asked him and he rolled his eyes again, someday they'll get stuck there if he keeps doing that "I have a condo you can stay there" he told you, you can't live with him can you? One more favor? He have already done alot and you can't deal with his attitude, but there's no place else you can go either, it's a huge dilemma.

"You don't have to do me another favor, you have done enough" you told him and raised your hand to snatch the bag from his "I'm not doing you a favor miss, I have a spare room and you will pay your share" he told you, okay you can live with that, living with him though however wasn't exactly going to be sunshine and roses.

And that's how you ended up in his condo, trapped inside as you couldn't go out , it's been a week and you were starting to settle in, loki was not there all day, he would leave early in the morning and come back late at night or sometimes he wouldn't come at all, he would always go to his clinic first to get disinfected and showered and then only he would return to his place, since you had nothing to do you would wake up early and make breakfast. You still couldn't believe Misha was just gone like that, did he mourn her? Did he feel sad about her death? You couldn't tell.

You were making eggs when he came out of his room all ready to leave, you didn't understand how he was surviving with minimum to no sleep at all. "You don't have to do this for me, no need to be my pretend wifey" he grumbled as he walked inside the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and drank the orange juice from the carton itself "Well good morning to you too and shut up and eat your breakfast" you served the eggs and toast on a plate and kept it on the kitchen's platform.

He turned around as he didn't want you to see him smiling at that, he liked that you were making effort but he didn't want to get used to it, he can't get used to this again "There's nothing good about this morning, people are dying every second" he said to you as he took a bite of his eggs "do you think things will go back to normal again?" You asked him and he shrugged "I don't know, I'm not the god"

"Why are you like this?"

"Like what?"

"A jerk, an asshat, an imbecile"

"Awn is that why you asked me out on a date, got a thing for jerks?" he winked and you felt your face heating up at that and you were embarassed too, he didn't have to remind you of that horrible horrible thing you did.

"You know you could have rejected me nicely? You didn't have to be so cruel"

You said meakly and his eyes softened at that, he was cruel to you and have thought about that every day since then but he had to be like that "okay ask me out on a date again y/n" he said to you and you groan as you rolled your eyes "no no, just hypothetically, just a point I'm trying to prove, ask me out on a date, go on, come on" he gave you a fake smile and you crossed your arms "hey asshole you wanna hang out sometimes?" You said enthusiastically and he chuckled

"Oh sweet y/n you know I would love to but I just don't feel the same way about you, I hope you understand my dear, can we still be friends though? I love your company" He said as nicely as he could and you just wanted to slap the grin off his face "what's your point mister?" He's the most annoying person you have ever met but you can't help and be attracted to him, there was no denying that he was attractive even like this "the point is, how me rejecting you sweetly would have helped you to move on from this .. infatuation you had for me? Atleast that way I pissed you off and you don't have those lovey dovey feelings for me anymore right? Unless it was all just a sexual thing, in that case you just had to be upfront about it" He winked and picked up his duffel bag as he finished the breakfast "thanks for this darling" he turned around and waved his hand as in to say bye.

He's an asshole but he does have a point, him being nice to you after that wouldn't have helped the fact that he rejected you. Maybe fucking him would help you get rid of whatever feelings you have for him, maybe he's just really bad at it, maybe he sucks but how would you even know that? You spent your day doing nothing like usual, at night however you showered, shaved all over and got ready, yup you're going to have sex with him. I mean what's the delay, you can die anytime, and you can't wait anymore. What's the worst that could happen? He will reject you again? You will take that.

You put on a tank top and a shorts as you didn't have anything fancy to wear, you have never been inside his room, so when you went in there, there was a king sized bed in the center of the room, how much space does he need? His room was nothing special however, he kept a safe right next to his bed, it had one of those locks that opened and closed with a code. You wondered why he would keep a safe right next to his bed what did he have in there? You looked for pictures or something, but he had nothing, he honestly gave you such a serial killer vibes in that moment.

You laid down on the bed, the sheets were soft and it smelled like his cologne. You wondered if he would get upset if he found you like this in his personal space? But you didn't care.

When loki got done for the day, he went straight to his clinic and got cleaned, he can't put you at risk, in the shower his mind drifted towards you, you would cook meals for him and do his laundry, you would clean the house too, all this coupley wifey shit you were doing for him didn't help the way he felt about you, he was trying to maintain his distance but you were being difficult. He wanted to touch you and kiss you and do more, but he can't hurt you like that, he won't stick around for you, he would run once all this is over, he can't drag you down with him.

When he reached home, he looked for you and figured you must be in your room sleeping, it was past midnight. He didn't expect to see you on his bed, sleeping in such skimpy short clothes, he walked over to you and the moonlight reflected on your face perfectly, you were beautiful. His eyes raked over your exposed skin, the top you wore hugged your breasts so tightly. In short, he was enticed at the view of you, what are you doing?

"Y/n" he called your name but you were deep in your sleep "y/n" he called a little louder this time and you opened your eyes slowly, you sat up and looked at him, he was in a fresh pair of black t shirt and a blue jeans, his hair still wet from the shower he took, you could see his facial features in the dim moonlight.

"What do you think you are doing?" He asked you as threw his duffel bag in the corner of the room, normally you would flinch but his anger only managed to turn you on more "what do you think doc" you walked on your fours to reach the edge of the bed and his eyes widened, You're a dirty little minx, he can tell "Come here" you sat on your knees and called him towards you and he did but he kept his distance, you raised your hand forward and hooked your fingers in the waistband of his jeans and pulled him in, you heard him breathing sharply at that.

"You stood up on your knees as you ran your hands under his t shirt, he was rock hard, you could feel every inch of muscle, when did he get time to even workout or go to the gym? "I don't know what's gotten into you but you're being really inappropriate right now" he wanted to sound firm but his voice was all breathy, you were having an effect on him and you liked it, oh how the turntables. You would really rub this in his face tomorrow "you wanted me to be upfront so that's what I am doing, I want you to fuck me loki, maybe I can pay your rent like this" you pull him in closer, your lips almost touching him "is that what you want y/n?" He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ears and then you felt him grab a handful of your hair and he pulled your head backwards "yesss pleassse" you moaned at the sudden movement.

"Look at you whining already and I haven't even done anything, is this what you wanted from the beginning? You pretend to be all innocent but deep down you're really just a whore hmm?" You moaned as you heard him, he was your wet dream, you were really hoping for him to suck at this so you could move on but you have a feeling he's the type to walk the talk. "Oh god please touch me" he snickered as he heard you, you're hot, very hot, he had a feeling you'd be a submissive little thing but he didn't expect you to give in so easily. He wants this but he can't raise your hopes up, he can't have you feeling like there would ever be anything more than just sex for him.

"Oh I would pet, but there are some ground rules and I need to make sure you understand what I am saying, because i don't want any melodrama in future" he stepped back as he told you and you nod your head.

"Rule number one, no kissing, you steer clear from anything above my neck okay? I'll do the same" you were looking forward to kiss him but you can deal with that "well I don't want to get kissed by you anyways" you smirk and for a second you see a flicker of emotion flashing through his eyes but it's gone as quickly as it came "rule number two, this is going to be a no strings attached, purely physical thing, I'm not a relationship type of man and I don't want to give you false hopes, I'll be out of this city as soon as I get to so, am I being clear?" He asked you and you rolled your eyes.

"Yess anything else doc?" You groaned, you'd miss him and after today you'd miss him even more, but you can't be with someone who doesn't want to be with you, he walked over to you, it was really going to be hard to stop yourself from kissing him, he does have soft kissable lips "yes, choose a safe word y/n in case you want to stop in the middle of it" he told you and you thought for a minute before you answered "hmmmm okay how about thor" you told him and he clenched his jaws "what did you say?"

"Thor, you know your name is loki, so thor, norse thingy, thought it would be funny but hey I forgot you have zero sense of humour"

"Pick something else" he gritted his teeth as he said that, what's wrong with this guy.

"Oh goddd..okay mmm Appendicitis , is that okay?" You ask him and he nodded. You grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in you can't kiss him so you pulled the shirt off of him and placed kisses all over his neck and chest, he grabbed your head as you trailed your lips, he lifted you up and laid you down on the bed, he placed several kisses on your clothed breasts and then you felt him ripping it off in one quick motion "heyyyy that was new" it was very hot the way he did it, damn he's strong but you still are going to mourn the loss of your new top "shut up y/n, when I'm done with you that will be the last thing on your mind" oh fuck it, his mouth latched over your nipples as he sucked them one by one, everything he did to you sparked a tingling sensation all over your body, you have never felt anything like this before ,your fingers found its way into his curls, his hair was soft and silky, he was literally perfect, atleast physically.

Maybe now is the time for you to reveal your secret to him, you don't know how he'll take it, would he still want to fuck you ? Or he won't? He's being open about his truth so you should too "Loki wait" you stopped his hands from pulling your shorts down "something wrong?" He looked at you

"There's something you should know" you said nervously and he tilted his head

"I have...i have never done this before..I have..fuck ..i am a virgin"

And he ran as fast as he could, out of his own room.

[violets-page]

Safe and sound |K.E|

Katniss Everdeen X Reader request

MASTERLIST

If you want to get super in the feels listen to ‘Safe and Sound’ by Taylor Swift and/or ‘Lover, Where Do You Live?’  by Highasakite

Gonna be the first to send in a request for my wifey katniss. I would love to see a relationship between katniss and a fellow district 12 person before and after she is sent to the hunger games. It can be platonic or romantic even though I prefer romantic (I’m a sucker for a gooey love story). I was thinking how either the hunger games changes their relationship for the good or bad, it either pushing them closer once she returns alive or the show she had to put on at the capital with peeta making the reader push her away. I love all your fics and your writing is so good, I would love to see what you come up with but no pressure!

In the woods, you could pretend like you two were the only creatures on the whole planet that existed. That the world was your jungle gym, where you swung carelessly and laughed freely. You wandered through the woods alone, It didn't scare you, Katniss was somewhere close by. She had promised to knap you a bunny or two so you could make a new sac for foraging. 

Your fingers trailed along the vine of wild raspberries. They were not ripe yet but in a few days... You should make sure to point them out to her so she can come back and get them.

The cracking of sticks behind you made you whip around, a sigh of relief escaping your lips when Katniss’s smiling figure hopped towards you. She pointed to her sack a grin on her face

“I got three,” You shot a smile to match hers before grasping her hand and dragging her to another part of the woods.

“Where are we going?” Her hand was warm in yours and you let yourself soak up the memory.

“I need to show you something.” 

Her hand was warm in your cold and dirty one, you hope she didn’t mind the dirt now staining her hands, transferred there from your fingertips.

You brought her to a bush, putting your hand up to stop her from walking into it. You raised a finger, pointing at it but carefully avoiding touching it.

“That's stinging nettle, don't go walking into it, you’ll get a nasty rash.”

You looked up to find her peering off in the distance her eyes squinted to see through the sunlight. You glanced around her to see a deer munching on some grass a few yards away. You huffed, nudging her sharply in the side.

“Katniss! come on, what if I'm not here one day to tell you this stuff.” She looked at you quickly a small frown on her face.

“Why are you so worried about not being here?” You quickly looked down and away from Katniss. As far as she knew your name was only in once.

“Y/n? how many times is your name in?”

“42.”

The silence was physically painful as she stared at you. You fiddled with the ends of your sleeve, actively avoiding her gaze.

“Why?” This was the part of the question you had been dreading.

“You were so sick last winter, so I...” It dawned on her, all the medicines you brought and the food, the firewood, and the clothes. She never questioned how you got them. She should have. You turned around once you had gotten enough berries, keeping your eyes trained carefully on the ground.

Neither of you spoke.

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When Prim’s name was called you were shocked, You truly expected it to be you. When Katniss volunteered you were even more shocked. You should have expected it though, she would have done anything to save her sister. You didn't even get the chance to grab her hand and tell her you loved her before she was standing on the stage. Tears pricked your eyes as hers met yours. You were to busy staring at her to hear the boy’s name.

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When her lips hit his you froze. You had to put your hand on your chest because you weren’t sure if your heart was still beating. Every detail seemed imprinted in your mind. The way her eyes flickered down to his lips for just a moment. The way you did when you kissed her.

You had never hated anyone, you despised watching the games and felt your heart aching for each dead kid. But when the blonde boy came on the screen. you found yourself silently cheering at each step he came closer to death. And each night you would feel guilty, wondering if in the morning her might be gone. But every morning you awoke to find him alive the guilt would disintegrate.

They were the last two left, you felt a sick sense of pleasure at the thought of watching her kill him. All your fears and pain would die with him. Wipe that innocent smile that everyone seemed to love off his face. You hated how he looked at her like she loved him. Heck, maybe she did but you wouldn’t allow yourself to think in that direction.

You watched them stand in the center her bow loaded with an arrow but not pointed at anything. Your brow furrowed when she tossed it to the ground.

When she grabbed the berries you froze.

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You shoot through the woods in search of Katniss. Tree branches scraped at your arms as you brushed them away, she was crouched down in front of a bush of dark blue berries. Your eyes darted over to her fingers where she was observing one. Your eyes widened in horror as she raised it to her lips.

“KATNISS!”

You flung yourself onto her, pushing the berry away and causing you both to topple down the small hill. She looked at you in scared confusion. You were on top of her, your body sprayed flat against her, knocked there when you went tumbling. You didn’t allow yourself to think about the scratch on your forehead or the leaves in your hair as you started scolding her. 

“What the hell are you doing? trying to kill yourself?”

She shook her head quickly, brows furrowed.

“What, no.”

You glanced up the hill where the innocent-looking bush lay untouched.

“Those berries will drop a 300-pound man in minutes.” She quickly looked to the small pouch attached to her hip, when you looked at it you noticed a pile of the berries tumbling out.

“They were for you.” she stared at the berries in horror, quickly turning the bag upside down to dump the rest out. You let out a soft chuckle, relieved she was okay.

“You’re not getting away from me that easy Katniss.” She rolled her eyes, snorting softly before tangling her fingers in your messy hair, pulling your head down to place a deep kiss against your upturned lips.

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Those berries.

You knew them. You had shown her them, and now she was going to kill herself to save a boy neither of you cared about. Or at least neither of you should have cared about. You watched her raise the berries to her lips and wanted to scream at her. Your breath caught in your throat, you could get any air in. You were drowning in heartbreak. Instead, you let a soft no tumble from your lips.

This was the end. She was gone forever.

Your hand rose to your mouth as you let out a choked sob. It felt like you were dying. The breaths finally came as you coughed on them. Breathing in short strangled breaths as your fingers trembled, the tears would never stop.

You watched her stand there with this boy. He was going to be her last kiss. The world faded away as you watched her stare into his eyes. Those should have been your eyes. She whispered something to him as they lifted the poison berries to their lips. Those should have been your lips.

And then the voice came on. You couldn’t hear a word over the ringing in your ears. Your hand gripped the fabric over your heart as you cried out in relief when their hands dropped. She was alive. She was okay. This should have made you feel better, but the image of her staring into his eyes, their bodies nearly pressed together as they held hands, wouldn’t leave your mind.

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When she came back everything felt strained. You couldn’t meet her eyes and every touch felt forced.

The kitchen was silent other than the knife scraping against the potatoes and the soft crunch of you grinding herbs. It was giving you a headache, the stress of it all. Pretending like nothing was wrong when in reality you were breaking at the seams you had carefully sewn around your torn heart. It was too much for you. The silence. The pain in your heart. 

“Katniss.”

You were with her in your family’s shack, you had refused to go to her house. Even though it was large and warm with beds and working furniture. She hummed in acknowledgment not looking up from where she sat peeling potatoes.

 “What happened in there?” You knew what had happened, you’d seen it. What you didn't know was how it felt, the whispers and secrets off camera as they struggled to survive.

 The sound of the scraping knife came to a jagged halt but you couldn’t bring yourself to look over and gauge her reaction.

The silence grew too loud and you forced yourself to gaze up at her. She was staring down at the knife in her hand, when you glanced at it you could see bright blood against the blade. “Did you cut yourself?” You rushed over to her, lifting your apron to wrap it around the slice on her thumb. She just kept staring at the knife, her face frozen in a horrified expression.

“Katniss?”

 The anger and frustration faded when you saw her broken eyes shoot up to you. She looked petrified, her hands still holding the knife trembled under your grasp. The silent unshed tears shattered your heart as you ran your fingers through her hair. She hadn't worn it in a braid since she came back and your fingers kept catching on small knots. She leaned her head against your stomach and sobbed. You pulled the bloody knife out of her tight grip setting it on the table behind you before turning back to look at her. You shushed her, untangling her hair as her tears soaked through your blouse. Her hands slowly  moving to wrap around your waist.

Katniss didn’t cry, not in front of you or anyone else. Not when her dad died and not when she left for the games. They had changed her, that much was obvious. You’d been so fixated on her with a boy that you had failed to think about everything else that was going on in the arena. 

The people she had to kill, the people she had to watch die, knowing there was nothing she could do to help them. And then, at the end with Peeta, Maybe that was her trying to save them. Maybe she knew that they wouldn't let her die. It didn’t matter to you anymore. She was here with you, in your arms. She was yours. She had been before the games and she remained when she returned. It didn't matter what had happened between her and Peeta in the games because, in the end, she had chosen you.

 You swayed slightly as her sobs quieted down. You bent down to kiss her forehead, your hands cupping her cheeks as her hands gripped your wrists.

 “Your safe here Katniss. No one can hurt you now, or ever again. I promise.”  She nodded her head a few times, trying to reassure herself of your words. You gripped her hands, rewrapping your apron tightly around the cut on her finger. 

You hadn't wanted to examine it till she calmed down, afraid that the blood would send her into another frenzy. You kept her hand clasped tightly in yours, Her eyes were glazed over as you led her to her house, yours lacked the medical supplies needed in the case that the cut was worse than you thought. The gated community was huge and quite intimidating. You felt your heart pound as you neared the large black gate of the ghost town.

Primrose stood in the kitchen washing vegetables, she looked shocked when she saw you, opening her mouth to speak but quickly snapping it shut at the sight of Katniss. “3rd room on the left, 2nd floor.” You nodded at her with a small smile before leading Katniss ever so slowly up the stairs. The appearance of her bedroom seemed to snap her out of her daze as she straightened a bit and turned to you.

“I'm okay.” Her smile was sad but she was trying to brighten it up. You frowned at her.

“Don't lie to me.” She sighed, she knew you and knew her lying skills. There was nothing she could get away with.

You sat her on the bed peeling your apron off her wound. The blood had dried and stopped but you wanted to make sure it wouldn't get infected, It was deep and spanned from her fingernail to the base of her palm.

Primrose appeared carrying alcohol and gauze, setting it on the nightstand before hurrying out. You watched her retreating figure before turning back to Katniss, who was staring up at you.

 “Hand.” She held it out and you grasped it carefully, as to not rub your fingers against the exposed wound.

 You soaked a piece of the gauze with the alcohol before wiping the blood around the cut. You were avoiding the cut itself because that would be the hard part.

“I thought of you.” You looked up at her with a furrowed brow, the gauze slipping over the cut causing her to hiss and you too look back down.

“When I kissed him. I thought of you, and how all I wanted to do was come back.” You chewed your lip remembering the way your cried yourself to sleep, repeating in your mind that you never wanted to see her again.

 You wanted to forgive her, to shove the memory away and embrace her with open arms, to kiss her like you used to. But the image wouldn't leave your mind. You closed your eyes and tried to picture something else. Katniss, alone in the woods, falling asleep to the memory of your lips. Your heart calmed and you opened your eyes to find her eyes desperately searching your face.

You leaned down a soft kiss against her lips as your hand reached to cradle her neck.

“I'm with you, always.” With time the memories would fade, until then you let her lips bring you comfort and her hands bring you peace.

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[george-mackay-macfine]

Let's Play a game - CH.3

Chapter three of let's play a game, as usual pick your own Jude. I know I have!

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If Jude Hastings thinks he can show up at my family brunch and act like he wasn’t committing an act of war, he sure had another thing coming.

I was going to be the best’ girlfriend’ this man had ever seen. I was going to be such a convincing girlfriend that his parents would be begging him to propose to me by the time I break his heart. I was going to be that girl that all his friends, colleagues and all his family compare his next girlfriend to.

I was going to be the girl who destroyed Jude Hastings for other women.

“Hi.” I smiled at the female officer who sat at the front desk. She looked borderline depressed with her piles of paperwork around her. “I’m here to see Jude Hastings.”

“Name.” She drawled out.

“Darcy Edwards.” I plastered the fakest smile on my face as she picked up her desk phone.

“What is your reasoning to see Officer Hastings?”

“I’m his girlfriend,” I held up the picnic basket by my side as the woman eyes widened. “And I brought him dinner.” I put the basket on the bench and riffled through finding the container of cupcakes I’d baked - Oh yeah, I’d also baked dessert - “Cupcake?” I offered the now open container of sugary sweets to the woman who looked at them like they’d offended her entire family. “There is chocolate and vanilla.” She didn’t speak, just kept looking at me.

“Hastings… There’s a woman here to see you.” She looked me up and down. “Claims she’s your girlfriend.”

“Darcy.” I prompted right as she put the phone down.

“He’ll be out in a few minutes if you sit down.” She mumbled before looking back down at her open file.

I guess that’s a no to the cupcake, then.

I pulled the container back, shoving the lid back on and storing it back inside the basket before walking over to the waiting chairs. I put the basket on one and began to fiddle with my dress.

A long summer maxi dress with sandals was the best accompaniment to this whole dinner scheme of mine. Not only was it workplace appropriate, but it gave off this virginesque vibe which would only help me win over his colleagues.

Hastings would have no clue what was hitting him.

“Darcy?” I turned at the familiar voice. Standing holding the door open was Jason Sato. Hastings partner and one of the many people I’d gone to high school with who didn’t seem to want to leave this damn town. “I didn’t actually believe him when he told me you were here to see him.” He began to laugh.

“What do you mean?” I picked the basket up and walked towards him. “Is Jude coming?” I held the basket up slightly. “I made him dinner.”

“Is it poisoned?”

“What?” I faked as gasp - poisoning it would have been too obvious. “Why would it be poisoned.”

“Because the last time you made food for him, you put laxatives in it.” Oh yeah.

“That was high school, Jason.” I gave a giggle. Sweet and innocent. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to poison my boyfriend; he’s too cute for that.”

“It was only two years ago,”

“Was it?” I tapped the side of my head gently. “Bad memory.”

“So you and Jude finally put it all behind you, huh.”

“Sure did.” I smiled as Jude appeared behind him. “Hi Bunny.” I beamed at him. Relishing in the way, his smile dropped at the use of his new nickname.

“Bunny?” Jason tried to hold in a laugh as I nodded idiotically. “Wow.”

“What you got in there?” Hastings pointed to the basket.

“I made your favourite.” I lifted the basket some more. “Egg salad sandwiches and cupcakes.”

“Egg sandwiches are your favourite food?” Jason raised an eyebrow at Hastings. Absolutely not. He hated egg salad sandwiches.

“Picnic food it is.” Hastings amended.

“Did you want to join us for dinner?” I stepped towards Hastings, who wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me back against him. “I made plenty for everyone.” Jason looked between Hastings and me. “You don’t mind, do you, Bunny?” I looked up at Hastings with a wide smile, the smile only becoming broader as I heard Jason let out a snort of laughter.

“Of course not,” Hastings grimaced, leaning down kissing my cheek.

“I am only saying yes because I want to see more of this.” Hastings grabbed my hand and led me through the police officers towards their break room. I made sure to smile and wave at everyone who looked at us, cementing myself as the polite and sweet girlfriend I was.

“How has your day been?” I asked Hastings as I began to grab all the items out of the picnic table, laying them out in front of the two seated men. “Catch any bad guys today?”

“Not yet.” Hastings grabbed a can of root beer I put down in front of him. “How has your day been, babe?”

“Babe?” I pushed my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “You never call me babe.”

“What does he call you then?” Jason asked mid-bite.

“He usually calls me wifey.”

“You what?” Jason spun to look at Hastings while I struggled to keep the shit-eating grin off my face.

“What can I say? When I see something, I want I go for it.” He picked up one of the sandwiches. When he sat back down correctly, he looked at me again, maintaining eye contact as he began to smile. “But, baby. If you’re happy to let people know I intend to make you my wife, then I’m happy to call you that in public. I just thought you didn’t want people to know.”

A challenge.

“Of course Bunny.” I walked around the table and sat down in his lap. “You know I want nothing more than to win this big heart in here.” I tapped his chest. “If you want everyone to know you intend to marry me, then I’m okay with it if you tell them.” Do it, Darcy. Win this one. “It’d make me happy, actually.” I kissed his lips, fighting off the bile that rose with the action.

“Sato.” A voice bellowed from beyond the break room, giving me a reason to break the bile raising kiss. “Call for you at your desk, line three.” Jason stood up slowly, looking at us as if we were some mutation.

“Right, coming.” He called back to the voice. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” I smiled, watching Jason walk out, the door shutting behind him.

“Is this your feeble attempt at a surprise attack,” Hastings whispered in my ear, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“You mean like yours from this morning?”

“I didn’t think we were playing dirty, Edwards.”

“We weren’t, then you crashed family Sunday brunch.”

“You needed your wallet,”

“Then you shouldn’t have lifted it from my purse.” I turned to look at him. “You started this. I’m finishing it.”

“Oh no, this is just the beginning… Wifey.” A twisted smirk covered his lips. “You know that comment I made about no more pranks.”

“Of course,” I remembered everything he said that morning.

“I take that part back.” He nodded towards my outfit. “After this little prank, I think everything is fair game.”

“Prank?” I shook my head. “This is no prank. I wanted to make my big strong man some dinner.” I poked his cheek as I spoke.

“You know I hate eggs.”

“No, I knew eggs give you insane gas,”

“Tamato, tomato.”

“Whoopsies.”

“I’m not eating them.” He looked at the sandwich.

“What’d I miss.” Jason sauntered back in.

“Nothing.” I turned back to him. “Jude was just going to try the sandwiches and tell me what he thought.” I spun around to face Hastings. “Isn’t that right, Bunny.”

“Darcy…”

“It took me a long time to make it all, the sandwiches and the cupcakes.”

“It’s lovely of you, Darcy.”

“Thank you, Julian. If only my boyfriend felt the same way.”

“Try one, man. They’re good.” Julian slid a sandwich over to him. Julian and I both watched as Hastings disgruntledly unwrapped the foil that wrapped the sandwich. Taking half of it, he brought it to his lips.

“Take a big bite! Make sure you get all the flavours.” I clapped my hands together. Honestly, I have never wanted anything more than for this sandwich to react badly with Hastings’s gut. The idea of people thinking he shit himself is nearly funnier than it would be if he actually shit himself.

“Of course.” He muttered, bringing the sandwich to his mouth. To my surprise, he took a massive bite out of it, more than I’d expected him t take. As he chewed, Jason and I watched on. “Wow,” He reached for the root beer, taking a long gulp. “Nice.”

“Try a cupcake now.” I grabbed one of the cupcakes and scooped the icing off with my finger. I was bringing it to my lips before Hastings redirected my finger to his lips. I felt his tongue work around my fingertip, sucking off all the sugary sweet vanilla icing.

“Okay, you two might just be enough to gross me out.” Jason broke us from our moment.

“That was my icing.” I sighed, pulling my finger back. I subtly wiped it on Hastings shirt, thankful that Jason couldn’t see.

“Delicious.” He laughed. “You should try one.” He looked over at Jason.

“Give me your finger, Darcy.” He winked at me.

“Sorry mate, But you’ll need to find your own girl.” His hands wrapped tighter around my waist.

“I should get going.” I unwrapped Hastings arms from around my waist. “I’ve got class tomorrow.”

“I finish in an hour. Why don’t you go to my place.”

“I don’t have clothes, Bunny.” I loved seeing a part of his soul die when I used that nickname, thank you, google.

“Well, go home, and I’ll swing by and get you on the way home.”

“He wants to romance you, Darcy, by the sounds of it.” Jason cackled, unwrapping a cupcake.

“Is that true?”

“Of course it is.” His hand ran down my back, stopping at the swell of my hip. “Romance is my middle name.”

“Now I’m sure your mother told me your middle name was Fredrick.”

“Oft.” Julian hissed. “That’s a sexy name right there.”

“Isn’t it just,” I giggled, throwing my hair over my shoulder. I knew by the look on Hastings’s face he wished I were dead right now, and I knew he could tell by the look on my face that I was loving this more than anything.

Payback is a bitch.

“I better go.” I picked up my purse and walked to the door. “Can you bring those back to me whenever?”

“I’ll bring them by tonight when I come to get you.” Jude stood and walked behind me. “I’ll be back.” He called over his shoulder. “Let’s go.” He swatted my ass, causing me to flinch forward. “Didn’t mind it the other night.” He winked.

“You bloody bastard.” I muttered under my breath as he scooted past me. “I’ll kill you.” I growled as he grabbed my hand, pulling me through the station. “When you get home, I thought we could take a bath together.” I began to rattle. “And maybe I can give you another facial, and we can watch the notebook.” I thundered as we passed by a group of highly masculine-looking officers. “Like we did last week, you seemed to like it. I’ll even use the pink face cream.”

“Jesus.” Hastings hissed, shaking his head. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

“You don’t have to.” I passed him pushing open the same door I’d entered only minutes ago.

“I’m walking you to your car,” He confirmed, holding the door open so I could move through the threshold. “C’mon.” His hand grabbed mine, pulling me along behind him. We passed by the silent woman on the front desk and out into the warming summer air. “You are -“

“Incredible?”

“No.”

“Amazing… Phenomenal… Astounding… bewildering… bewitching…”

“Insane… mad… cretinous.”

“Oh a big boy word.” We’d reached my car by now, but Hastings still wasn’t letting go of my hand. “Can I have my hand back now?”

“I don’t know.” He leant back against the car, pulling me into his chest. “I rather like the way it feels in mine.” His other wrapped around my waist, holding my body tightly to his.

“I think we need to clear some things up.” I tried to pull my hand back from him. “This whole facade thing doesn’t have to happen all the time… only when we’re around people.”

“No, sweetheart.” He nuzzled his nose into the underside of my jaw, breathing deep. “I’m going to make you fall madly in love with me.”

“Whose says I’m gonna let you?”

“Whose says your gonna stop me?” His lips crawled up my jaw before moving across the skin of my cheek towards my lips. He flipped us over, so I was trapped up against the car “Darcy,” When did his voice become so husky, and why is it sending a shiver up my spin. “Whose going to stop me?” Why did the idea of his lips on mine seem so appealing? Why did I feel like I was starving? And without the feeling of his lips against mine, I was going to die. “I don’t think you’re going to stop me, Darcy.”

He was right. I wasn’t going to stop him.

Without a second thought, I pulled his head, so our lips met. His hand let go of mine and ran up, grabbing onto my face, keeping me locked to him. My tongue traced his bottom lip. I wanted more. His lips left mine again, kissing all over the skin on my face.

“Baby.” I grabbed onto his face this time and reattached our lips. My hands wandered the expanse of his body, feeling all the muscles I was reluctant to remind myself about. “Darcy, we need to stop.” I shook my head against his lips, my own going to his neck. His hands left my body completely resting against the car on either side of my head as I kissed his neck. “Believe me, I don’t want to stop this either, but if we don’t - We’re going to end up naked on the street, and I don’t think that’s appropriate for an officer of the law.”

Dammit, he was right.

“Your right.” I pulled away from him, my chest heaving. “I should save shows like that for when people are around.” He let out a chuckle.

“What games do you have planned in that twisted head of yours.” His fingertips tapped my temple gently.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I pushed his body away from mine, moving so I could open my drivers’ door.

“Well, was your show in there, was that how it was supposed to happen?”

“Let’s just say, it’s not exactly how I planned it - I expected more people wanting cupcakes, I mean they’re cupcakes c’mon - but it’s turning out better than I thought.” I stopped as I was about to step into the car. “You’re going to fall in love with me, Jude Hastings, and then I’m going to break your heart into a million little bits.” Disturbingly he smiled. Not the reaction you really wanted from a man when you tell him you’re not only going to break his heart but also shatter it into a million parts.

“I’m sure you will, Darcy.” He stepped back away from the door. “But I suppose the real question is, will I break yours first.”

“Don’t count on it.” I slipped into the car.

“I’ll see you soon.” He called out as I turned on the ignition. I rolled my window down and stuck my head out.

“You won’t see me if I don’t answer the door.”

“You will.” He winked before turning and walking back down the path we’d walked together moments ago.

As I took off, my mind was consumed by one thing.

Jude Hastings.

Thoughts of him clouded my senses as I drove, and the feeling of his hands on my hips as he pulled me closer to him left chills on my legs.

He was good, but I was going to be better.