This is just some ideas I had for stories but couldn't write them all into long stories, but I still love the ideas of them. So here you go!
- COMPLETED -
(⚠️THIS ONE SHOT MENTIONS CUTTING AND SMOKING INVOLVED⚠️)
SLIGHT SMUT
OC's Name - Corrin (it me!)
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Summary - Corrin and her partner Connor had to stay at their job at the police station later than usual to finish papers, until power goes out and they were snowed into the station.
(Corrin's P.O.V) I sit at my desk twirling a pencil between my two fingers as I stare at the paper work in front of me.
"Detective, it's getting late and a huge snow storm is about to arrive in a few minutes." I hear my partner Connor say from his desk, snapping me out of twirling my pencil causing it the fall on the floor beside me.
"Sorry Connor yeah, let's go home." I say getting up from my chair, I go to put my coat on and everything goes black, causing me to scream.
"Detective are you alright?!" I hear Connor say, I look around to see his bright red LED a good distance away from me. I reach in my pocket and pull out my light from my cigarette case and light my away, I walk to him as his LED shifts back to blue, but before I reach him I felt something under my feet causing me to twist my ankle and fall to the ground.
"God damn pencil!" I scream as I hold my ankle with my free hand.
"Detective?! Are you alright?!" I watch as his figure comes into the light, from my little lighter, he bends down beside me and scans my ankle.
"It's sprained, you should be alright by morning. We have to get you home so I can attended to your wound." He say scoping me up in his strong arms.
"Whoa, Connor! I can walk!" I say
"No, I can't have you damage your ankle even more." He says, I give up and wrap my right arm around his neck, causing me to drop the lighter.
"Shit." I say, as he bends down and picks it up off the floor and returns it to my left hand this time.
"Keep the light up so I can see." He says. I hold the little lighter out to somewhat light up the path.
"Thank god I smoke." I say with a giggle.
"That's not very funny, smoking can kill you." He says.
"Yeah, yeah whatever mom." A loud gust of wind hits the side of the building scaring me, I turn my face into his chest.
He lays me down on the ground, once we reach the lobby, he bends down beside me.
