#Sheriff Ray Cross

[svalleynow]

Dade Middle placed on Lockdown Thursday following pursuit of Alabama man

Dade County Middle School in Trenton, Georgia was forced to go on lockdown Thursday morning after an armed suspect running from authorities was captured just yards from the school. Dade County Sheriff Ray Cross says the suspect made their way into the area on Highway 136 from Sand Mountain around 9:15 AM, after pulling a gun on a woman in Alabama and fleeing when police there arrived. The…

[rafesgirl-14]

Hi! saw your taking requests, can i ask for dark s2 rafe and bimbo gf who rafe takes with him to bahamas and its like all the pogues on their trying to take the cross and she’s just oblivious and they have sex? Hope you like it!!

A/n: it didn’t end up that dark and was more or less just Rafe being controlling. I hope you like it tho 💖

Warnings: smut, public sex, light degradation, praising, Rafe is a warning in himself.

On the Beach

“Ray, need you..” You whine as Rafe leads you down onto the beach. You’d now been in the Bahamas for a total of three days and he’d still refused to touch you. The worst part was you couldn’t even touch yourself as that goes against his rules.

Rafe had a whole other plan which included him, you, a tiny bikini and a very deserted beach.

“Quit being a brat, d’ya want me to leave you out here? All alone?” He snaps, gripping your plush cheeks between his index finger and thumb. Rafe had trained you well enough to know that you were terrified of him leaving you, even momentarily.

Truthfully, you didn’t know when it all began. One moment you were dancing at a party with some friends when you first meet Rafe. A few months later, you are completely dependent on him and being taken to the Bahamas.

Rafe had practically conditioned you to act obedient and do as he says. This mostly worked for you since it almost always worked in your favour. He’d yell at you whilst angry and high, next day you’re getting a new piece of jewellery.

He’d refused to tell you anything about the cross and him killing Sheriff Peterkin. It helped the fact you hardly ever question him, aside from the usual bratty outbursts which became less and less frequent recently.

All you know is that Rafe had taken you on a shopping day then you were being pulled all the way to the Bahamas. Once again, you never questioned any of it and even believed Rafe’s lies about him wanting to take you somewhere special.

An absent minded smile crosses your lips as Rafe tugs you down to a secluded part of the beach. He may like the idea of people knowing who you belong to but that doesn’t mean he wants them seeing you like this.

“Happy now?” He teases with a smirk, looking down at you. “Come on, gimme a kiss.”

With a giggle, you tug him to your own height and press a soft kiss to his lips. It momentary but enough to get Rafe hooked. He’d spend days focused on the cross, now he was going to focus on his girl.

“C’mon, baby, wanna feel ya. Can y’do that f’me?” Rafe whisper, leaning down against your ear which earned him a ditsy but earnest nod. “Good girl, strip f’me, baby.”

“Here?”

“Yes, here. Why d’ya think I took you out here, to look at pretty shells?” Rafe mocks, his hands moving to tugs the pair of tiny shorts from you, leaving you in only a tiny bikini. It was a soft baby pink colour and Rafe had bought it for you when shopping a few weeks prior.

“So pretty, baby. My pretty girl.” He smirks, letting his veiny hands cup your ass through the poor excuse for a bikini bottom. All it took was a hard smack to your ass for you to take the hint and sit down on the nearest rocks.

“Such a good girl.” Rafe praises, tugging his khaki shorts off quickly to reveal his black boxers. It made you bite down on your bottom lip excitedly. Whilst Rafe knew you were the smartest in the room and on some occasions are the dumbest, you were always so obedient for him.

Rafe couldn’t help himself as he pulled his boxers down with a clean tug before practically tearing  your now soaked bikini bottoms off of you. His lips met your neck as he peppered kisses, not even bothering to prepare you before thrusting in.

“R- Ray..” you let you a soft gasp at the sudden intrusion. It was clear he’d been pent up for days now so had no plans on holding back. Rafe knew it took ages to get you used to his cock every time but this time, he didn’t care.

“Fuck, feel so good, baby. So fuckin’ tight f’me.” Rafe groans between each thrust. Slowly, your pain turned into pleasure and you didn’t even mind the strange sensation that went through you with every thrust.

You let out a series of whimpers as he fucked in and out of you. Everything felt spacey as your mind faded away. You could feel yourself on the edge of coming without even knowing it.

“Rafey, need it.. please, lemme cum.” You murmur in a soft dumb plead. Each thrust gets harder as you let out moan after moan, Rafe’s hand moving to cover your lips. It

“Jesus, kid, y’want this whole fuckin’ island to hear y’acting like a desperate whore?” He mocks, only getting harder as he feels his release coming soon. “C’mon, baby, cum f’me.”

With that, you both released. His hand slips from your lips to cup your face. Rafe looked down at you with a dark smirk, clearly satisfied with himself like any other time.

“My good girl, ‘kay?”

[duhshereadz]

Jinx gets the bright idea to draw on Cait’s face while she’s sleeping:

The early morning sunlight seeped through the cracked windows of the hideout, casting warm golden rays on the battered furniture. Caitlyn’s steady breathing filled the room, her head nestled into a thin pillow on the couch. Her cheeks were flushed with sleep, hair slightly mussed from tossing and turning during the night. Jinx crouched a few feet away, the playful glint in her wide blue eyes unmistakable as she studied her next masterpiece: Caitlyn's peaceful, unsuspecting face.

“Ekko, c’mon! This is the perfect opportunity,” Jinx whispered, barely containing the excitement bubbling in her voice. Her green and blue braids fell over her shoulder as she leaned forward, waving a bright pink marker in front of him like it was her weapon of choice.

Ekko stood just behind her, arms crossed, his white hair catching the sunlight. He glanced nervously over his shoulder at the open doorway. “Jinx, I don’t think this is a good idea. If Vi finds out we messed with Caitlyn—”

“She won’t find out,” Jinx interrupted, her grin widening mischievously. “You heard what I said, right? Vi’s not here. She went out hours ago.”

Ekko raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.” Jinx pressed a hand to her chest like she was making some sacred promise. Then she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Look, Sheriff Cupcake here is out cold. We can have a little fun, give her a makeover, and she’ll never know who did it. It’ll be hilarious!”

Ekko hesitated, eyeing Caitlyn. The Enforcer looked so peaceful, it almost felt cruel to mess with her. But then again, Jinx’s infectious enthusiasm was hard to resist. Ekko sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright, fine. But if Vi shows up—”

“Vi’s not gonna show up!” Jinx whispered, cutting him off again. She practically bounced on her toes as she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the couch. “Now come on, let’s get to work.”

Ekko sighed but crouched beside her, reluctantly taking the blue marker she shoved into his hand.

Jinx leaned over Caitlyn, squinting like she was appraising a blank canvas. “Alright, let’s start simple. Maybe some whiskers?” She stuck out her tongue in concentration and drew the first line with exaggerated care, a giggle slipping past her lips.

Ekko tried to hold back a smile. “You’re really in your element, huh?”

“You betcha,” Jinx replied, glancing at him with a wicked grin. “This is art, Ekko. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Right,” he muttered, rolling his eyes but unable to hide his amusement. He leaned over Caitlyn as well, carefully adding his own contribution—a lopsided heart on her cheek.

“Pfft, a heart? Really?” Jinx teased, her voice low but playful. “Where’s your creativity?”

“Some of us don’t spend our free time vandalizing people’s faces,” Ekko shot back, smirking.

“Booooring,” Jinx drawled, waving her hand dismissively. She leaned in closer, her marker poised to add something ridiculous to Caitlyn’s forehead. But just as she started, a loud creak came from behind them.

Both of them froze.

Ekko turned slowly, his stomach dropping as his gaze landed on the figure standing in the doorway. Vi, her pink hair practically glowing in the sunlight, leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, an unamused expression on her face.

“Jinx,” Vi said, her voice low and dangerous. “What the hell are you doing?”

Jinx straightened up, the marker still clutched in her hand. “Uh, hi, Vi! You’re home early…”

Vi raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking to Caitlyn, then back to Jinx. “Did you seriously think I wouldn’t catch you?”

Ekko scrambled to his feet, the marker falling from his hand. “Uh, Vi, we can explain—”

Vi held up a hand, silencing him. “You’re lucky Cait’s a heavy sleeper,” she muttered, walking toward them. Jinx backed up slightly, her grin turning sheepish.

“C’mon, Vi,” Jinx said, attempting her best innocent look. “It’s just a little harmless fun!”

Vi stared at her for a long moment, then let out a heavy sigh. “Harmless fun, huh?” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a marker of her own—a dark red one.

Jinx blinked. “Wait… what are you doing?”

Vi smirked. “If we’re gonna do this, we might as well do it right.”

Ekko’s jaw dropped. “Wait, you’re actually—”

“Shut up and hand me that blue marker,” Vi said, cutting him off.

Jinx’s eyes lit up with excitement. “I knew you had it in you, sis!”

The three of them crouched around Caitlyn, working quickly but carefully. Jinx added a tiny mustache above Caitlyn’s lip, while Ekko drew exaggerated eyebrows that made her look permanently surprised. Vi, despite her initial resistance, seemed to be enjoying herself. She added a small crown on Caitlyn’s forehead, complete with tiny jewels.

By the time they were done, Caitlyn’s face was a chaotic masterpiece.

Jinx stepped back to admire their work, her hands on her hips. “Now that,” she said, grinning from ear to ear, “is a work of art.”

Ekko chuckled, shaking his head. “We’re so dead if she wakes up.”

Vi smirked, tossing the marker onto the table. “She won’t wake up. Not until I tell her what you two did, anyway.”

“Wait, what we did?” Ekko exclaimed.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you’re an accomplice now,” Jinx teased, poking his arm.

Before Ekko could protest, Caitlyn stirred, letting out a soft groan. The three of them froze, their eyes widening.

Caitlyn blinked sleepily, her gaze landing on the trio hovering over her. For a moment, there was silence. Then her eyes narrowed.

“…What did you do?”

Jinx burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. “Oh, you’re gonna love this, Cupcake!”

Caitlyn groaned again, sitting up and reaching for a mirror. The second she saw her reflection, her face turned bright red.

“Jinx!”

Jinx bolted for the door, cackling as Caitlyn leapt to her feet in pursuit. “Worth it!” Jinx shouted over her shoulder.

Vi and Ekko exchanged a glance, then quickly followed, Caitlyn’s angry shouts echoing through the hideout.

It was chaos, pure and simple—but for Jinx, it was just another day.

[cinnonym]

Felt inspired by this. Decided to write a mini fic. Fell into a rabbit hole and wrote a slightly longer piece that's also barely related to the inspiration anymore. Once again, whoops? Anyway, here goes:

"Miss Swan?"

Regina's voice cut through Emma's quiet misery like a single ray of sunlight through an overcast day. Warmly. Unexpectedly, therefore. Emma wasn't exactly on speaking terms with the mayor, not since the whole becoming-Sheriff-in-spite-of-her-meddling fiasco. She'd done her best to avoid Regina in the days (weeks) that followed, but apparently the winter solstice was more of a celebration-worthy event in the rural corners of Maine than one would think. Or maybe Storybrooke was again, as it was in so many ways, the exception.

"Madam Mayor," Emma said, reluctantly looking up from her glogg to squint at Regina. Leave it to the woman her own son called the "Evil Queen" to look sharp and professional even at a party where the alcohol was handed out with a ladle. In a dark green pantsuit and plainly hazardous golden heels, Regina looked like the kind of person who went to an office Christmas get-together just to sniff out who spoke badly about the company, then ratted them out to the boss. Except that she was the boss. Dangerous combination, that.

Emma surreptitiously slid her glogg mug into her jacket pocket. It was empty anyway. Again.

"Can I help you?" she asked smoothly, bracing herself for the accusation that was sure to come. It seemed all Regina did with Emma was accuse her of things. Stealing her son, first and foremost. Being an irresponsible asshat, who didn't know the first thing about being a mother, also. Among others. Some charges were wrong, some were right, but it didn't matter, because Regina launched all of them with the same vigour, the same glint in her eyes that made Emma's hair bristle and her stomach lurch with excitement at the same time. An exhilerating mix. Not that she enjoyed being the mayor's favourite punching bag. She just didn't not enjoy it either...

"Indeed I think you can," Regina said now, voice tipped low to avoid being overheard. Emma had picked a rather quiet spot of town hall to nurse her glogg in, but the room still contained too many bodies to allow even the illusion of privacy. Which could be the reason why Regina's next sentence was: "Walk with me."

"Uhm," Emma said, "I guess?"

Articulate as always, but at least this time she could blame the alcohol. Not that she'd had any real quantities, but then again, considering how sweet the glogg tasted, it sure packed a punch. And Emma had drunk enough that she wasn't ungrateful when Regina offered her an arm - how tipsy did that make her to even be able to stand being this close to Emma - to lead her across the room and towards the stairway up to the offices. The crowd parted around them, a couple dozen eyes following their ascent, and more than a few people gave Emma a sympathetic nod, but apart from that, most townspeople were too busy enjoying themselves to pay them much attention. Soon, the hum of the party faded, and the only sounds came from Regina's heels on the newly renovated stairs.

Emma cleared her throat. "So, what exactly do you need help with?"

"Upholding tradition," Regina replied, her tone still oddly warm, her hand still on Emma's arm, gripping it assertively but not forcefully. They had reached the mayor's office, and Regina unlocked it and pushed Emma inside without letting go of her once. In the neutral lighting of the room, Emma could see that her cheeks were flushed. It made her look absurdly pretty, somehow. Not that Emma was paying attention.

"It's tradition to abduct the sheriff from a mediocre Christmas party?"

"Winter solstice," Regina corrected, and not even then did her voice sharpen. The thought crossed Emma that she had to be a nice drunk, which was surprising considering she was so un-nice otherwise. Most people got ruder under the influence, but then, maybe Regina's default was already maximum rudeness, so the only way to go from there was up. Or maybe, Emma thought with something that felt alarmingly like fondness, maybe the mean exterior was all an act, and the alcohol made a truer, more caring core come to light.

Of course, it was utterly unproductive to wonder about the mayor like this. Besides, it wasn't like Regina would always be drunk from now on, so it wouldn't do for Emma to get used to this version of her. Better to keep her guard up. Better to stay -

Regina pushed Emma. Full on pushed, two hands to her shoulders, shoving her backwards, causing Emma to stumble against the desk, lose her footing and sit. Her torso, still carrying momentum, tilted backwards, she flailed, her gaze flew up and landed on a small green bundle of twigs, hung smack middle above the desk and thus Emma.

- safe.

"Mistletoe!" Emma exclaimed before she could help it, before she could even remember to curse at Regina for pushing her like this. "Quick, quick, we gotta - "

Only then did it register. The shove. The invitation into Regina's office. The fact that it had been locked, and yet someone had to have hung the mistletoe, someone had to have prepared the room -

Emma's eyes met Regina's. The mayor stood close to her now, practically towering over Emma in her heels and fuck-me outfit, and Emma half-expected to see a smirk on her face, a victorious smile at luring Emma into her trap. She half-dreaded that it had all been an act: the voice, holding her close, the glimpse at something softer underneath. She half-knew she was fucked, so fucked.

Instead, Regina's eyes were averted. Her gaze flitted to Emma only once, something almost like shame churning below a certain bashfulness. Her cheeks had reddened further. She all but chewed on her lip (but of course Regina would never).

Emma could scarcely believe it, but for once in her life, Regina looked uncertain.

It was enough to stop Emma in her tracks. She knew she wanted Regina to kiss her. And now she realised that Regina wanted to kiss her too. Wanted it, in fact, enough, to stage a whole show around it. Wanted it enough that it terrified her.

Slowly, with a distinct sense of unrealness, Emma reached out her hand. Her fingers hovered over Regina's cheek, not quite daring to touch, but offering to. An opening, that was all. Time lengthened.

Then Regina exhaled a small puff of air and leaned into Emma's hand. Her eyes fluttered closed but Emma couldn't stop watching: how the curve of Regina's face slotted into Emma's palm, how her chest rose with her next breath, how she stepped close and reached for Emma on instinct alone. Her hand found Emma's neck with unexpected gentleness, fingers slipping over the skin under Emma's ear and up into her hair, where they gripped tighter, drawing Emma close, into her. Their noses touched and still Emma watched, as Regina tilted her head, her hair tickling Emma's arm. As she brushed her lips against Emma's, carefully, questingly at first, then, when Emma didn't pull away, more firmly.

One of them, Emma couldn't tell who, sighed, and Emma's eyes finally closed. Regina's lips tasted of glogg and something harsher, spicier, that Emma couldn't place. She smelled like it too, sharp and soft at the same time, and the sensation washed over Emma as they kissed, and kissed. Her hand fell from Regina's cheek to the nape of her neck, while her other one came up to rest against Regina's hip, her fingers feeling out the shape of her bones through the cloth of her pants almost reverently.

They stood like this for who knows how long, swaying softly with the kiss, but barely moving apart from that. Then, somewhat abruptly, Regina took a step back. Their lips separated. They were both breathing heavily.

"Wow," Emma said, when Regina made no move to talk.

Regina nodded, her eyes dark and warm, like chocolate.

Another break ensued.

"So, that's the tradition?" Emma asked, somewhat awkward now that the kiss was over. "Canoodling with the sheriff at the solstice celebrations?"

Regina gave her a look, but it was a mitigated version of not even her worst glare.

"Actually, Graham and I would - "

"Thanks, but on second thought, no details for me," Emma interrupted quickly. She felt decidedly too good about what had just transpired to waste any time thinking about the nature of Regina and Graham's relationship. Way to make Emma feel less special. Though she had half a notion that Regina hadn't watched Graham like she was watching Emma now, a certain shine to her eyes like she couldn't quite believe what had happened. How good it had been.

Or maybe that was just Emma projecting.

"Well, anyway," she said, hopping down from the desk at last. "Now that I know where to find this - " she pointed at the mistletoe above her " - I wouldn't mind being called into your office a few more times before Christmas. Just putting that out there." She shrugged. She felt fucking fantastic and it seemed suddenly way more likely that she would enjoy the party downstairs. Leave it to Regina Mills to achieve what several glasses of glogg had not.

She turned one more time before leaving the office. Regina still stood in the same place, looking up at the twig above her with a poorly concealed smile. Maybe she was drunk. Maybe she wasn't. She'd let Emma in though. And that was a first.

[carpenterswife]

ALL MY GHOSTS (i)

series masterlist

- summary: Your life in Helena is good; a thriving friendship with Beau, Jenny and Cassie. You’re living your best life, with a job you enjoy and you’re good at, surrounded by people who care for you. Of course, however, your past is only just around the corner, in the form of a recurring phone call.

- word count: 2883

- warnings: Alcoholism.

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You weren’t ever truly sure why, out of everywhere you could have chosen to go, you ended up in Helena. There was nothing that had been calling you to the town — you’d just had a blown-out tire on a dark, muddy road nearby and the only tow company still open at 11pm was in town. That was two years ago, and you’d yet to leave.

It had, slowly, become your home.

With the help of Jenny and Cassie, you’d turned a cheap, shabby apartment into a cozy home; decorated with far too many plants, and enough cats that any sane person would question your mental state (three; Cassie was already questioning you). Something about Helena was calm and welcoming, and it felt like you’d been here forever.

A year after your arrival, came Beau Arlen. A Texan cowboy who rolled into town in a shitty Jeep called ‘Pedro’. The news of Tubb leaving sent shockwaves through the community, and a second round hit when his replacement turned up only weeks later. Though questionable at first, Beau had, very quickly, proven himself to both the town and the department.

Beau was a great cop and an even greater man — one you’d clicked with rather quickly. After you’d slammed a pile of paperwork onto his desk with an innocent smile, knocking your fist on the top of the papers and calling it a ‘welcome gift’ on his first day, Beau had decided he’d liked you. He didn’t like the paperwork, but he liked the bubbly, sweet energy you brought into his office with that mischievous twinkle in your eyes and quiet giggle.

You were a ray of sunshine — that’s what they liked to call you around the station, anyway. Beau claimed it was because you always lit up the room, but you liked to tell him he was just a sappy old bastard (he didn’t like that). Despite your distaste to the nickname of ‘sunshine’, it had been picked up pretty quickly, and you definitely had Beau to blame for it.

Your payback?

Well, it came in the form of a lovely challenge you’d issued against him, after you binge watched Brooklyn 99 for the 100th time.

Beau hated it.

In fact, right now, he was seething. “You’re cruel.” He watched you scrub out your number ‘15’, and replace it with a ‘16’. His arms were tightly crossed, eyes narrowing into a glare that was mostly playful. He leant back against a desk in the bullpen, cowboy hat discarded beside him.

“What’s that, Arlen? I can’t hear you over the sounds of my impending victory.” Came your tease, stepping back to admire your victory. You yelped when something hit your head, and you turned to see a pen at your feet, and Beau wearing a smug grin. “Asshole.” With a dramatic flair, you turned your back to him.

Beau loved your playful attitude. It made the days where he was stuck in the station with paperwork far more fun. You were always down for some teasing, and were always able to dish it back just as well as he could dish it out. You were always bordering on the line of insubordination, but he knew as well as you did that he’d never actually punish you for it — there was definitely favouritism in this station, with you, Pop and Jenny hogging the top three spots on the sheriff’s list.

On the whiteboard in the bullpen, was your bragging rights. Scribbled on the top in your handwriting were the bold words ‘BAD GUYS CAUGHT’. Underneath were your two names, and two separate scores, ‘Arlen: 9 L/N: 16’.

Yeah, you were kicking his ass.

“You got lucky.” Beau stepped up to your side, glaring at the numbers on the whiteboard with disdain. Lucky? He was lying to himself and the asshole knew it. He was just a major sore loser.

An amused smile lifted up your lips, and you turned your head to look up at him. God, you still hadn’t gotten fully used to how tall this man truly was. “Seven lucky arrests?” Beau pressed his lips together and nodded, unwilling to accept any other answer. You snickered at him. “Admit it, Beau, you just suck.”

Beau sent you a sharp look, but there was amusement dancing in the green. “Shut it, you.” He gave a fake stumble when you gently pushed his arm, chucking lowly. “You got lucky with those last two arrests. The guys practically threw themselves at ya.”

You gave a dramatic gasp and clutched your chest like you were gravely wounded. “Are you saying I’m only good at my job ‘cause I’m pretty?” Beau gave you a deadpan look, and you snickered. “Alright, grandpa.”

With a heavy sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why the hell do I even put up with you?” He muttered to himself, shaking his head. You merely grinned and ignored his muttering, as the sheriff continued to complain about you and your insubordinate behaviour (that he still allowed).

You tossed the whiteboard marker from hand to hand, turning your full attention to him. “How’s that murder case getting along, by the way?”

“Slowly.” Beau dropped his hand down to his side, and stuck them both into his pockets. “Snail’s pace.” You wince sympathetically, and Beau sighed heavily. He gazed at you for a moment, evidently thinking. “You wanna take a shot at it? Fresh eye, an’ all.” He offered, looking down at you with his head tilted to the side.

Looking up at him, you smiled and nodded. “Saturday?” You suggested. “I’ve got lunch plans with Jenny and Cassie in an hour, and I’m not working tomorrow.”

His brows shot up. “You girls goin’ out without me?” He faked offence, barely concealing his smile.

You laughed, patting his arm. “Girl’s day, sheriff.” You teased, earning a playful indignant huff from Beau. You chucked the marker at him, and watched him fumble to catch it. “I’m off in ten. You gonna survive without me?”

“Hilarious.” He drawled sarcastically. “Get outta here.” He grunted.

With a laugh, you turned and left the bullpen, Beau spinning the marker between his fingers as he watched you go.

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It was quite a common occurrence to get lunch with Jenny and Cassie. You mostly spent the time catching up, filling each other in on cases, or gossiping about some strange news around town. Honestly, it was typically the highlight of your week.

You’d become extremely close with the two girls over the last two years.

They’d dragged you to a new restaurant — despite your hatred of trying new places. The price was on the higher side, and your face had pulled together at the sight of a hefty price beside a plate of lasagna.

After the plates had been cleaned, and despite your insistence to pay, Jenny had snagged up the bill from you and Cassie, paying the whole thing. You hadn’t been very pleased, nor had Cassie, but the blonde had laughed it off and told the pair of you you’d be paying next time.

Taking a sip of her second glass of Pepsi, Cassie glanced between you and Jenny. “So, how’s it been at the station?” She asked curiously, nursing her glass. You and Jenny exchanged a look and shrugged, acting casual.

But you knew what Cassie meant; Beau’s position.

He’d moved up here to follow his ex-wife and daughter — Carla and Emily, who, during the last year, you’d met plenty of times. Especially Emily, who’d temporarily taken up an internship with Cassie and Denise. However, after the rough scenario with Avery and that whole mess of a case, Carla had decided to return to Texas, taking Emily with her.

Beau hadn’t told anyone if he’d be leaving or not. After all, his position was only temporary, so it was expected that he’d eventually leave one day. No one really knew if he was intending to stay longer, or leave now and follow after Carla and Emily to Houston.

“He hasn’t said anything.” You took the silence as an opportunity to answer. You spun your glass of Coke, fiddling with the rim of it. “I saw him going to the Chief’s office on Monday.” You looked between the pair.

Jenny nodded in agreement. “He had a meeting. Didn’t tell me what for.” Her gaze swayed back to Cassie, who was listening carefully. “You think he’s gonna go for it?”

“Follow Carla?” Cassie hesitated. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

You downed the rest of your Coke in a few large gulps. “Can we not talk about Beau the entire day?” You complained, sitting down your glass. Both women looked at you. “C’mon, enough with the boy talk.” There was quiet shared laughter between the three of you.

“Alright.” Cassie agreed, nodding shortly. “Who’s up drinks tonight?”

Your hand shot up immediately.

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Drinks, like every time, turned out a horrible idea.

You woke up on Friday morning with a throbbing ache in your skull, and heavy sickness settled in your stomach. You groaned and rolled yourself out of bed, caught up in your blanket, almost falling flat on your face.

Way to make Friday even worse.

You already hated Fridays. It was always like a ritual for you. You woke up with dread in your bones, and dragged yourself around the house until your cats’ incessant meowing snapped you from your half-dead safe.

Beau didn’t make you work Fridays anymore. Not after what you liked to call ‘The Incident’.

Something about Fridays weighed heavy on you. You felt like a ticking time bomb, ready to implode. You’d blown up at Beau, real bad, and stormed off. Then proceeded to have a panic attack on a case regarding a domestic abuse incident.

Beau had dragged you into his office, hands cradling your cheeks as he talked you through your panic attack. You still hadn’t apologised for yelling at him, but he didn’t once bring it up. He asked what was wrong. You told him you didn’t like Fridays. He told you not to worry, and you hadn’t worked a Friday since. He hadn’t even asked why, he’d just done it.

And now you had Fridays alone to rot in your sorrow and misery.

The ringing of the phone didn’t make you flinch, not like it used to months ago. With a heavy sigh, you grabbed your phone, and wandered out to sit on the small balcony, away from your cats and their pawing. “Mom.” You leant your elbows on the railing, and stared out at your view of neighbourhoods and distant mountains.

Your mother’s voice made your stomach churn. “Hi, dear.” You rose your eyes and stared up at the sky. That pet name made you want to pop your eardrums. “How are you doing?”

“Fine, mom.” You tapped your nails on the railing, anxiety doubling your heart rate. You could feel it pounding in your hands and head, adrenaline pumping so hard you felt the need to run. “Same as I was last week. Busy with work.” You cleared your throat before she could get another word in. “What is it, mom?”

Your eyes shot down to the scars littering your hands. Those which your friends believed came from years of clumsiness and working with guns and knives. A lie. A smart lie — but a lie nevertheless. They always seemed to burn when you remembered home.

If you could call it home.

“We all miss you, dear.” You hummed in response to her words, not interested or paying much attention. “Jack—“

That snapped you back to reality. “Don’t.”

Your mother sighed. There was a hint of frustration in her voice now. She always did this. “If you’d just answer—“

“No.” You interrupted again. Your grip on your phone tightened, until your knuckles turned white. “Stop, mom.” Your teeth ground together. The name sent chills down your spine. “I told you, stop with that bullshit. You know I won’t pick up any of his calls, so stop asking.”

“If you’d let him explain—“

“There’s no explaining.” You argued, anger rising deep in your stomach. “Whatever excuse he’s come up with is bullshit. And I cannot believe you’re siding with that fucker after what he did.” She went to speak, you scoffed, reaching your boiling point. “Don’t call me again.” You pulled your phone away from your ear and hung up, with a low groan.

Hands scrubbed over your face, trying to control your temper.

You hadn’t been close to your mother in two years. When you left your hometown, she’d become nothing more than a name on a phone to you.

You stared at the deep scars on your hands, and shook yourself off. With one last glance at the scenery, you headed inside, greeted by three clingy cats and burnt bacon on your frying pain.

You threw out the bacon and unhappily ate a bowl of cereal instead, three cats sitting at your feet. You stared out the window, and resigned yourself to another night of getting wasted.

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Shot after shot poured down your throat, the burning sensation making you grimace and shudder. It felt good, in a sort of self-destruction kind of way. You slammed down your sixth shot glass, and stared blankly at the empty chair in front of you.

And then it wasn’t empty.

“You might wan’ slow down, honey.” Your eyes flicked up, meeting Beau’s. He waved off the bartender returning with more shots for you, and turned back to you. “I’ve been watchin’ you drink those like water. You wan’ tell me what’s got you downin’ vodka like there’s no tomorrow?”

“My mother.” You huffed. Beau hummed and nodded. He didn’t know much about your past, much like you didn’t know much about his. What he did know, is that your relationship with your family was strained. Extremely.

Beau reached out and pulled away your empty shot glasses, leaving them on his side of the table. “You wan’ talk ‘bout it?”

“Not really.”

His brows rose, but he accepted the answer. He wouldn’t push. He knew what it was like to not want to reminisce on bad memories. “You start at eight tomorrow. You sure you wan’ get piss off drunk?”

His rationality made you scowl. Beau chuckled quietly at your expression, knowing he’d already won this argument.

“C’mon, honey.” He spun himself off his chair and stood. “Let’s get ya home.” He reached out to help you stand — a bit too quick.

You recoiled. A flinch. Away from him.

He pulled his hand away like he’d been burnt. You suddenly felt very sober. You stared at each other, neither willing to be the first to speak.

Beau’s mind replayed the flinch, over and over. The quick flash of fear in your eyes. The way you’d curled into yourself, moving abruptly away from him. He suddenly felt sick. He didn’t dare reach out to you again. It felt like he’d been struck by lightening.

Your heart hammered in your chest, breath hitching at the confusion and pain on his face. Frantically, your brain raced for an excuse. “You scared me.” You forced a weak laugh.

He didn’t believe you. Of course he didn’t. It was a shit lie, and you knew it. His eyes scanned your expression; the wariness in your gaze. the sudden tension in your muscles. And, he didn’t push. “Sorry.” He chuckled. “Didn’t mean ta.” He slowly offered his hand out again, moving in a way that ensured you didn’t flinch.

You physically relaxed. It made Beau’s heart twist uncomfortably, his concern growing. You accepted his hand, and he helped pull you to unstable feet.

“You’re gon’ be so hungover tomorrow, girl.” His hands on your upper arms, he threw down some cash on the bar, and then guided you out of the crowded bar. He chuckled, half-amused and half-concerned, keeping you stable as he walked you over to his Jeep.

Before he could open the passenger seat door, you turned to him. “Answer me this.” You leant back against the door, effectively trapping him. “Are you leaving?”

He looked taken aback. “What on Earth are you goin’ on about?”

“Carla.” You watched his expression turn into one of heavy confusion. Annoyed, you sighed. “She left, Beau. Are you going after her? You moved here for her. So, are you gonna leave for her?”

“Oh, Jesus.” He muttered, running a hand down his face. “Is that what you ladies have been gossipin’ about?”

You didn’t answer him, you just stared at him for a few beats. “You had a meeting with the Chief on Monday. What was it about?”

He put his hands on your shoulders, ducking his head to meet your eye level. “I’m not going anywhere.” He spoke quietly, reassuring you with a warm smile. “You lot are stuck with me.” He nudged your chin with his index finger and then gently pulled you aside. “C’mon, let’s get you home, hm?” He pulled open the door of the passenger side seat.

You stared at him. “Promise?” You began to climb into the car. “You won’t go anywhere?”

Beau chuckled, shrugging this line of questioning off as odd drunken behaviour. “Promise.” He patted your knee as you sat down. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

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an: chapter one is shorter than the other chapters will be, as it’s mostly an introduction to your relationship with the other characters + the first mystery of your past.

if you catch any mistakes, always feel free to let me know!! sometimes i miss them + i always love improving my work :)

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Bestie I reread you pebble alpha cowboy au thing last night and it’s plaguing my every being pls I need more if you can find it in your heart this holiday season, won’t you consider donating to wrath’s that need your help?

Oooo you just summoned my undying cowboy AU brainrot. And yes, I do want to write more about it, so, there you go, my humble offering to you. Cowboy smut coming your way, hehehehehehehe. (this got way longer than i intended, sorry for the delay)

So, alright, maybe Pebble's been staying a bit longer in town than he usually would. But the people are nice in here, really. There's Ivy, who's taken to slipping Pebble free drinks when Omega pretends not to be looking ; the big man himself, despite his intimidating stature, is actually quite sweet, gentle in a way you wouldn't expect at first glance, with a warmth to him that inevitably has people eager to come back to the saloon.

Pebble also met a ranch owner with a dazzling smile named Delta for whom he's been working for a little while now, helping with everything he can from repairing fences to taming feisty horses, glad to be needed and earn his keep. The room he's renting is pretty nice, for how little Zephyr, the inn keeper, charges him for it, definitely far from the worst place he's stayed at. And there's that cowgirl who's freaking terrifying but often quietly joins Pebble for a smoke in some back alley- somehow, she always finds him, no matter where Pebble goes. He only learns her name, Mist, after nearly a week of silently sharing joints. He's fairly sure she could break him in half. He's never met a cooler person in his entire life.

So, yeah, Pebble stays. And it has nothing to do whatsoever with the asshole of a sheriff who's apparently developped the uncanny ability to make Pebble cum faster every time they end up cramed into some dark nook with their hands down each other's pants, no sir.

Because, yes, it happens again, and again, and again. They'll have a drink or two after a long day, find an excuse to pick a fight, which will quickly turn sexual, because apparently nothing gets either of them harder than homoerotic loathing.

Sometimes, Pebble wonders how damaged he must be to get off on the threat of Alpha's teeth against his jugular.

Today, though, is different. The sky is still very much high in the sky, its rays beating down on Pebble's bare back as he splashes water on his face, taking a much-needed break from trying to get a stubborn bull to still long enough for him to check on the healing laceration wound on its flank. A prickling sensation at the back of his neck is what gets Pebble to glance up, reajusting his crooked hat, only to meet familiar hungry eyes staring right back.

It's a shock, somehow, to see Alpha in daylight, fully exposed in a way the night and its silver moon never let him be, a part of him always shrouded in shadows. Not now, though. Now, the sheriff is standing, hip cocked to rest against the fence, arms crossed in front of his chest, head tilted to the side, and Pebble can see so much details at once it almost makes him dizzy. The scar on his arm looks thicker, more gnarly, and for the first time, Pebble wonders how he got it. With the way Alpha's shirt is open, so widely he might as well have taken it off, Pebble is treated to the sight of damp skin and a smattering of hair that has him nearly drooling.

And Alpha's face...it looks as though he paused as he was shaking his hair free from his hat, like maybe he didn't see Pebble until it was too late, until he'd let his walls down enough to take an accessory usually worn like a shield off without a second thought ; now he's frozen, features weirdly open, eyebrows unfurrowed, the crease between them smoothed out, lips slightly parted, his facial scars pale against sunkissed skin.

It hits Pebble like a sack of bricks then, that Alpha isn't just hot. He's beautiful. Shit.

Thankfully, the sheriff himself looks like his brain shut down for a minute, giving Pebble time to straighten and clear his throat awkwardly.

"Fuck you're doin' here ?"

Alpha arches an eyebrow, but it feels less provocative than usual, more genuinely taken aback.

"Wanted to check on Delta."

Sure, yeah, sounds perfectly logical. The man in question took a nasty hoove to the shoulder trying to calm down a panicked horse, makes sense that Alpha, as the sheriff, would be preoccupied. Still, Pebble's never seen him at the ranch. He knew that Alpha came here from time to time - he and Delta have lived in the same city for ages, of course he does- but Pebble never crossed path with him here, in this place that he associate with honest work, tiring but gratifying, something almost soothing in the way it takes up all his focus and drives away all thoughts from his head.

Alpha looks out of place here, even though he's probably more comfortable and used to the place than Pebble is. Like his brain cannot comprehend the man he labeled as the bane of his existance and the very real menace for his stamina standing here, edges softened by the surprise, looking fine and relaxed under the blinding afternoon sun.

To Pebble, Alpha is white hot rage pulsing in his veins, adrenaline shooting through his body, bloodied teeth bared in a dangerous smile, moonlight sparsely lighting an alley, quick breathes and bitten back noises. To see him in such a drastically different scenery has Pebble reeling.

"...is that a bite mark ?"

Pebble blinks, yanked out of his thoughts by Alpha's voice. He doesn't know how to interpret that tone, but he doesn't have to follow the sheriff's gaze to know what he's talking about.

"Coyote. Nearly ripped a good chunk out of me."

While Pebble isn't exactly insecure about the huge jaw imprint on his right side, he is aware how off putting it can be. Deep, irregular lacerations, from where the beast sank its teeth while shaking its head like it was trying to pull Pebble appart - and it probably was.

Alpha wistles lowly, Pebble distantly noting that this is the first peaceful conversation they have.

"Always hell to make 'em let go."

With a shrug, Pebble absent-mindedly runs his thumb on one of the rough scars tearing through his ribs.

"Had to pry its jaw open with my own hands. Twisted its neck real quick - guess adrenaline does make you do insane things."

Something changes in Alpha stance then. He straightens, taking a deep breath, eyes roaming on Pebble with that same intensity that never fails to make him look away.

"That's so fucking hot," the sheriff grunts, not even giving Pebble time to react to the statement before he descends onto him, gripping his wrist with bruising strenght, "I need to fuck you, can I fuck you ?"

And, well. They haven't actually fucked fucked yet. Handjobs is as far as they got but somehow, now that the notion's on the table, Pebble is craving Alpha on top of him. Just like that. He feels a little light-headed, so of course he blurts the first thing that comes to his mind.

"I don't know, can you ?"

Alpha rolls his eyes hard enough it looks painful.

"Shut your damn mouth."

They end up sneaking into Delta's house, Pebble deciding he'd rather not know where Alpha learnt how to pick locks so efficiently. He'd be more reluctant if his dick wasn't currently doing all the thinking, besides Delta won't be back in a while, so really, what he doesn't know can't hurt him, right ? Pebble vows to work extra hard once he doesn't feel half blind with lust. At least Alpha has the decency to lead him toward the guest room, not Delta's, because to that, Pebble would've drawn the line. Probably. He isn't sure how much he can trust his morals in his current state.

The bed creaks loudly when Pebble's back hits the mattress, Alpha landing above him the second he's gotten rid of his shirt. It's different, there's so much more skin to touch, Pebble is obsessed, gropping greedily, mapping warm flesh, scars and patches of hair with his palms. Alpha is doing much the same, except it's his mouth travelling all over Pebble's body hungrily, tongue darting out insistently, tasting him like a man starved. Teeth nipping here and there, making Pebble flinch instinctively just to arch up into it once his stupid, lust-fried brain registers how good it feels.

Things get even more frantic once Alpha manages to get rid of Pebble's pants, belt and all. He doesn't remember kicking his boots off, but he must've, because they're nowhere to be seen. Not that Pebble manages to focus on that for long with the frenzied way Alpha grabs at every available parts of him. Like he can't help it. It's very flattering, as well as unbelievably hot. Then Alpha nuzzles the divot created by his hipbone, trailing lower until he can tear off Pebble's underwear with his teeth, want overrules any rational thoughts he might have had. The sight of the Sheriff, face pressed against the burning skin of his lower stomach, looking up with a devilish grin, makes Pebble's cock kick so hard his eyes roll back a little.

By the time Alpha is shucking the rest of his own clothes, Pebble needs him inside of him yesterday. Even more so when the sheriff unceremoniously shoves his fingers inside Pebble's mouth. He has half a mind to bite them, just to be a pain, but really, he doesn't have time for this today. So he coats Alpha's fingers in saliva, while the man does a number on his neck, no doubts leaving a ring of purple bruises all around his throat.

Prep is a quick thing though Alpha doesn't rush, stretching Pebble with ruthless efficiency, until the sheriff has him writhing and biting his tongue not to beg. Thankfully, Alpha's patience seems to be running thin, because soon enough, the head of his cock presses against Pebble's hole, eyes flying up to ensure he has the go-ahead. Pebble wraps his legs around Alpha's hips as an answer, already flushed and sweaty. With a fleeting smirk, Alpha finally, finally pushes in.

And it rocks Pebble's fucking world because god fucking dammit, when's the last time he's been with someone he wanted so much ? Not just some casual attraction, no, this fully encompassing desire that burns bright in his veins ? He can't remember. In one smooth, slow thrust, Alpha bottoms out, panting heavily in the hollow of Pebble's throat when he does so. There's a moment of stillness where they both try to adjust, where Pebble has the time to relish in how full he feels, then Alpha's rocking his hips shallowly, testing the waters.

It quickly becomes not enough, prompting Pebble to swallow several times, until he can taunt.

"That all you've got ? C'mon, fuck me like you mean it, sheriff."

Judging by the throaty groan that gets him, Pebble struck a nerve. Which is only confirmed when Alpha picks up the pace, pulling out almost all the way just to slam back in again with enough strenght to make the wooden headboard thump against the wall. It's not long before they're both drenched, skins sticky where they rub together, Alpha's grip bruising on Pebble's waist, each thrust wrangling desperate, half stiffled noises from them. A minute shift of the sheriff's stance, and Pebble has to bite his hand not to wail.

"That's the spot, uh ? Yeah, that's it, feels- mmh, good, doesn't it ?"

Alpha's voice is rough, strained, huffs and groans cutting his sentence, which is far too attractive for Pebble to handle. He doesn't answer, can't, really, especially with how obvious it is what he would say if he could. He can feel his orgasm creeping up on him, noises les and less controlled, body tensing up, when Alpha blindly reaches for his hand and guides it to his throat.

For half a second, Pebble just stays like this, blinking at the sight of his hand loosely wrapped around the sheriff's neck, until it all catches up to him and he squeezes.

Alpha makes the loveliest choked sound, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he leans even harder into the pressure of Pebble's hand, even as his face reddens and his eyes start watering.

Then the sheriff grabs Pebble's neglected cock, thumbing messily at the head, and Pebble's done for, nearly arching off the bed, vision flashing white as he blows his load with a silent shout. Very, very, distantly, he registers that Alpha's spilling mere seconds after him, loud groan echoing in the room.

Pebble would be embarrassed about the time it takes for him to come back to his senses, if Alpha wasn't in much the same state, panting by his side on the now soiled sheets. There's a few beats of blissful silence, before Pebble let out a disblieving huff.

"Holy fucking shit."

Alpha pushes himself up into a seating position, smirking in that infuriatingly smug way of his, looking far too pleased with himself. Naturally, Pebble flips him off. Naturaly, Alpha flops back down to bite at his hip bone. Hard. Bastard will probably leave a mark. But, well, Pebble barely has the energy to yelp and swat him away, so.

Thankfully, Alpha makes it his mission to find them washclothes and clean both of them with the same efficiency as usual, before changing the sheets, packing the dirty ones in order to take care of them himself. Pebble, now dressed again and relocated to a plush armchair in a corner of the room, watches Alpha mill about like he owns the place. Mind pleasantly sluggish, Pebble wonders how much time he spent at Delta's place, maybe after days helping at the ranch. Enough, at least, for him to look completely at ease there, or maybe it's just an Alpha thing, strutting around with unwavering confidence no matter the situation.

Pebble's musing is interrupted by the sheriff snapping his fingers in front of his face, having clearly made several attempts at catching his attention.

"C'mon, let's go."

Letting himself be pulled to his feet, Pebble glances around, the reality of their situation dawning on him as he limps after Alpha, cursing the flight of stairs they have to take down to get back outside.

"Delta's going to murder us."

With a dismissive shrug, Alpha waves his worries off.

"Nah. Long as he gets his sheets back pristine, it'll be fine."

"We fucked in his guest bedroom while he was away and I was supposed to be working," Pebble points out. They're at the foot of the stairs now, Alpha pausing to grin back at him.

"What, you think he a saint ? I assure you, he's done nastier stuff in riskier places."

Well, fair enough, and it's not like Pebble can take back what just happened. Not that he wants to, either. Sure, he's aching all over, and working like that is going to be a bitch, but man was it worth it.

Once out on the porch, they're both distracted enough, lighting a well-deserved post-coital smoke, that they nearly jump out of their own skin when someone clears their throat from behind them.

Wearing a grin nearly too big for his face, Delta reclines further into his rocking chair.

"Had fun ?"

The long, incriminating silence that stretches between them finally gets broken by the sudden, uncontrolable fit of laughter that shakes the three of them to the point of tears.

Pebble gets a glimpse at the hand-shaped bruise around Alpha's throat, stomach swooping.

Maybe he'll stick around a little longer.

[ochre-sunflower]

Imagine, if you will, the most movie set looking town in the wild west.

(Why yes the Saloon floorboards do only creak when a stranger enters.)

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The midday sun blazed fiercely, spilling relentless heat over the town of Eden's Bluff. Its rays baked the dusty red streets, which stretched out like veins through the heart of the small frontier town. Time seemed to stand still here, as though Eden's Bluff had been forgotten, not only by the wider world but by the passing years themselves. Weathered wooden buildings lined the wide main road, their facades marked by peeling paint and rusted trim. Above them, the sky was a hard, unbroken blue, undisturbed by even the smallest wisp of cloud.

A rattling sound broke the stillness, the uneven clatter of a stagecoach drawing closer. Its approach stirred faint eddies of dust, and curious heads briefly appeared behind grimy windows or around door frames as the coach shuddered to a stop in front of the town's solitary saloon. The street was all but deserted, the day too hot to encourage its residents out into the open.

The stagecoach door opened with a groan, and out stepped a man so polished and refined he might have belonged to another world entirely. His cream-coloured coat was adorned with gleaming gold buttons and was cut in an elegant fashion that spoke of faraway places where refinement ruled. Under it, a crisp white waistcoat and beige breeches added to the impression, though the swirling dust was already working against him. A matching hat, wide-brimmed and pristine, was tugged low in an unsuccessful effort to shield his pale complexion from the merciless sun.

For a moment, the man stood motionless, his sharp pale eyes sweeping the street with a mixture of curiosity and quiet resolve. He took a deep breath, and despite the trepidation that threatened at the edges of every thought, each step he took radiated a quiet confidence.

His polished shoes kicked up faint clouds of dust as he approached the first person he saw, a young woman who was leaning lightly against the railing of the saloon porch. Her dress, a dark navy hue that might have once been vivid, hung in soft folds that were creased and frayed at the edges. Her hair, swept back in a practical plait, framed an impassive face that curiously watched the new arrival.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” he began, his voice carrying a refined cadence despite the dryness of his throat. “I’m Aziraphale Eastgate. I’ve been sent here to serve as your new pastor. Might you direct me towards the church?”

The woman smile at him, revealing a warmth that quickly softened her features. “Welcome, Father. I’m Ms Device. Pleased to meet you. The church is just down that path over yonder.” She pointed with a slender hand toward a dirt trail vanishing into the baked horizon. “Though I reckon you shouldn’t be too surprised if the pews stay empty come Sunday. Most folks round here ain’t much for sermons.”

Aziraphale’s lips curved into a genteel smile. “Thank you, Ms Device. I’ll endeavour to change their minds.”

Her expression faltered ever so slightly, a flicker of pity, perhaps, or resignation. But she only nodded and withdrew as the new arrival set out with a quiet determination.

Not ten steps down the narrow road, a shadow crossed his path as someone stepped out in front of him, a broad man with imposing shoulders and eyes so deeply blue they almost looked violet. He tipped his hat with the confident ease of someone used to authority.

“Sheriff Gabriel Erzengel,” the man introduced himself, his voice as smooth as polished steel. “Welcome to Eden’s Bluff, Father. Hope you’ve got a strong constitution. Things get lively around here.”

“Lively?” Aziraphale repeated, raising a polite eyebrow.

The sheriff chuckled, a low, deliberate sound. “You’ll see soon enough.” His eyes flicked to the worn leather suitcase the preacher carried. “Let me help you with that.”

Before Aziraphale could decline, or ask how he knew who he was, the sheriff seized the case and gestured toward the path.

“Thank you, Sheriff.” Aziraphale smiled politely, and together they made their way to the church.

“Towns been needing a new preacher, after what happened to the last one.”

Aziraphale hummed in acknowledgement, he wasn’t going to ask. He knew the old preacher had been murdered several months ago, although he wasn’t aware of the details. He still had some friends in the church, those who where powerless to stop his transfer, but still amiable enough to warn him.

The church revealed itself in degrees, rising over the surrounding houses like a weary sentinel. Its peeling white paint gave it an air of abandonment, as did the bell tower, leaning slightly as though weighed down by invisible burdens. Beside it, the vicarage crouched in modest disrepair, its shutters crooked, and surrounded by lifeless brown shrubs. While it was spared the fate of peeling paint, it’s bare splintering walls did nothing to improve its shabbiness.

Inside the church, the air was cooler and carried the scent of aged wood and candle wax. The light filtering through stained glass cast fragmented hues of ruby and sapphire onto scuffed pews, as if some lingering grace yet clung to the humble place. Aziraphale placed his Bible on the altar, running a gloved hand over the rough wood.

“It’s... charming,” he said, though his hesitant tone betrayed flickers of dismay.

Sheriff Gabriel leaned against the front pew, his presence filling the room. “You’ll find we’re a town full of sinners, Father. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Aziraphale gave a strained smile and a nod, he wasn’t quiet sure what to make of the Sheriff yet, but got the impression that Sheriff Gabriel was a tough man, someone who ruled the town with a steady hand, and perhaps a touch of intimidation.

Sheriff Gabriel straightened and made to leave the church. “If you need anything, holler. Trouble has a habit of finding us, but we handle it.”

As the sheriff departed, Aziraphale stood alone and let his eyes wander around the small church. It was nothing like the grand churches back east, but it was his now, and he made a mental note to enquire about repairs. He glanced at the heavy wooden cross hanging above the altar and moved to adjust it slightly, feeling a sense of duty settle over him. He hadn’t exactly chosen to come to Eden’s Bluff, but he was here now and he was determined to do his best for the church, and the town.

Deciding that the church would survive another day without him, Aziraphale picked up his suitcase and walked outside to survey the building that would be his new home.

Stepping back into the sunlit streets, Aziraphale caught the distant echo of hoof-beats.

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The vicarage was in better condition than he had expected, and Aziraphale was happy to see that his luggage had arrived and been delivered to his new residence before his arrival. While he had made a visit the general store and thanked the proprietor, he suspected his foresight to pay for such services in advance was the real reason everything had delivered so quickly. Still, he had underestimated how small the house would be, and was thankful that he had thought to only bring what he thought was most needed, although he still wondered how everything would fit.

It had been two days since he had arrived in town, and he had spent almost all of it unpacking and cleaning, and he was quiet worn out from the endeavour. It had been over a decade since he had lived in a house with servants, his choice to join the clergy had seen to that, but right now he missed it immensely. Perhaps this was the lords way of punishing him for becoming so attached to his worldly goods, but he didn’t really believe that God would punish him for his collection of books, or his love of good food and fine clothing.

In truth, Aziraphale didn’t believe God would have punished him for the misstep that had caused him to be sent out west either, but here he was.

He thought he was settling in quiet well, although he had only made the trip back to the main street once, to visit the bank and the general store. His neighbours had been kind enough to invite him for dinner, Job and Sitis Gewahlt had ensured him that they would be present this Sunday at his first sermons for the town. He only hoped that more of the town would be present as well. He felt remiss that he hadn’t spent more time visiting the townsfolk, but he truly wasn’t sure how to go about meeting them.

He had had enough of unpacking, it was time to visit the shops around town. It was as good a place as any to start getting to know the townsfolk. He thought he might be able to visit the Saloon in town for a bite of lunch. It would be the most obvious place to interact with the everyday townsfolk. Of course he could also stop by the Sheriff’s office, as he would know the townsfolk quite well and would be a great source of information.

So dressed in his most comfortable clothing, Aziraphale set out towards town.

[hunterssm00n]

Candy Necklace

Yandere! Sheriff OC / part 2 /

You’ve been actin’ pretty reckless / Dancing like the young and restless / And I’m obsessed with this / All his candy necklaces…

*cw include stalking, yandere behavior, abuse of authority, obsession, and dark themes* MDNI - 18+

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow this work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

The drive into work is uneventful, thankfully, and I pull into my usual parking spot behind the warehouse building, gathering my bags and coffee before heading inside to start the day. I barely make it to the clock-in station before I'm intercepted by a coworker, who nearly crashes into me in her haste. “Oh! There you are! I’m glad I caught you- I wanna be the first to hear the juicy details! So,” A grin crosses her face, making her look almost devilish, “who is he?”

I am now thoroughly confused; who is who ? What is she even talking about? I shake my head, remembering that I still need to clock in for my shift, but first asking, “What do you mean?”

The other woman, Grace, rolls her eyes playfully at me, like I'm the one being silly. “The flowers! And don’t try to play it off like it’s nothing; own that shit, girl! If a man bought me roses I’d be walking around like a damn queen all day.”

This doesn’t serve as any explanation whatsoever. Flowers? For me? From wh-

Oh, fuck.

“Um,” I try to think of something to say, and the other woman is looking at me expectantly, like I'm supposed to be disclosing something. Any 'juicy details'. “W-Where are they?” I finally muster out. I have to look at them. Have to see them for myself.

Grace eyes me knowingly, and motions for me to follow, “We put them in the break room; you can leave them there for the day if you want, and just take them when you go. But they are pretty big, so hopefully nobody wants to eat lunch at the table-“

I am barely listening to her, mind racing at a thousand times a second. Are they- No, they can’t be from him. Can they? But who else would they be from? They might not even be for me; there’s no use in getting all worked up until I know they’re actually mine.

Grace leads me into the break room around the corner, pointing at the table- rather, at the large bouquet of beautiful, red roses sitting on the table. Oh, god.

The woman next to me is still babbling, but now I'm not listening at all. I approach the table, hand outstretched towards the card attached to the crystal clear vase. It's connected by a beaded bracelet or necklace, with pink hearts that almost look like sweet, crunchy candy. Anticipating, anticipating, it’s like I'm moving in slow motion. I take the small card between my fingers, gently turning it to read what’s written on the front.

My name. It says my name. Kelli, written in big block letters; the handwriting of a man. 

I feel the blood drain from my face, and before I can think twice, I open the card to read the inside. Vaguely, I can hear Grace saying something about so jealous, where’d you find a guy like that?

The inside has more messy, scrawled masculine handwriting, and the words are a bit difficult to make out at first. But it reads: You may not realize how extraordinary you are, but I do. Forever yours, Ray.

My face heats at the note, and I'm both surprised and ashamed to realize that the feeling isn’t entirely unpleasant. What’s wrong with me? Am I sick like him?

And possibly the most shocking revelation: How does he know where I work?

♡˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ♡

This is an original work of mine, as are the characters.

I do not own the song 'Candy Necklace' by Lana Del Rey. The above picture is from pinterest, and there's a link attached to the original post.

[ackackh]

First Line Analysis

Rules: post the first lines of up to 10 of your last fics/chapters posted on AO3 or your WIPs and try to draw some conclusions.

Thank you to @majorbuckyegan for tagging me! This was fun and challenging!

1. DOGSTAR.

There’s a hole maybe the size of a quarter ripped in the screen door. Andy watches as two little fingers wiggle through it, the small hand they’re attached to curling up close behind them.

2. Want to See Nirvana/Don’t Want to Die Yet

I am not, Nate thinks to himself as he helps Brad fumble with the passenger-side door, I am not going back in time.

3. God Is a Bluegill

The next-day sun is beginning to pour dark blue light into the jailhouse through the little, barred window of Ray’s cell. The Sheriff sleeps with his feet crossed on top of his desk, his chin tucked into his chest; Ray watched him fight it for the better part of the night. His cellmate sleeps on his back with his gambler pulled on top of his face, his fingers laced perfectly over his chest. And the man in the neighboring cell hasn’t so much as moved since Ray was locked inside his own, earlier in the evening. Ray thinks he might be dead.

(I’m cheating here, a little. There is a small flashback before this scene in GIAB but I consider this to be the first line, really. Otherwise it’s just a baby Ray waking up with his mother.)

4. [untitled Doc Bryan Baby fic]

[Secret Character, Sorry] had this thing about naming babies after family, said it was bad luck. Said, who do you know that hasn’t ever fucked over anybody? Who in our family hasn’t been fucked someway?

5. [untitled BradRay Post OIF fic]

There are a few decent places to cry alone in the cigarette factory, but Ray hasn’t bothered to go find any. Instead he’s crying like a kid against the cinderblocks outside.

6. Some Things You Will Remember, Some Things Stay Sweet Forever

Winter’s comin’ in hard. Only October and the season’s first long drift of snow has blown over their village swiftly these past three days.

7. That Heavy Love

There is a moment, however small, when Brad returns to their attic room, in which the light of the oil lamps and the cotton of the bedclothes paint Nate like a dream-laden lover. Isn’t he beautiful?

8. Last of the Goldenrod

There’s a grave for the last morning glory that ever bloomed in Kilkenny. Before the last of them wilted, Maryanne clipped one clean and pressed it dry between the pages of a Bible, so that it left behind a purple stain, splotched somewhere in the middle of Psalms. Joe enlisted George’s help to break up a patch of their concrete backyard, to claw away the frozen dirt beneath until they had a hole deep enough to bury it inside of a shoebox.

9. Feel in My Bones Just What the Future Has in Store

Sun’s set just a few minutes ago but the end-of-summer sky is still holding onto some of its light. If they finish up now, Mike can get Judy and Tanya inside before full dark and before Cara gets too mad about pushing back their bedtime.

10. When a Man Is Also a Knife

The Arena can seat 5,526 spectators—maybe 200 more if one includes the standing room directly surrounding the ring—and as George bobs and weaves his way though the milling crowd of Philadelphia’s finest, most already drunk or well on their way, he finds that every single one of the 5,726 attendees is doggedly determined to shove themselves between him and his boss.

Tagging @z-ppy @disastrouscanasta @buckyclevens @lamialamia @gorgeousundertow @jenkil and anyone else who wants to join!

Analysis under the cut. Because it’s a lot of rambling on my part.

Okay, looking at all of these, any analysis seems really hard to do. Especially since I could choose whatever fics I wanted, I realized I was using the ones I liked the most, so there’s already some bias in here. But one thing I can say, I know whenever I’m writing something which I know will be the first line I am always thinking about a ‘hook.’ Will this first sentence be enough to get my reader to keep reading? With fanfiction, this is a bit easier. I don’t have to convince anybody to like my characters or like the dynamics or relationships, I just have to get them to like me. Which is sort of daunting, but I’d still argue easier than with original fiction.

I do notice that with fics like 3. 8. And 10. I am trying to be evocative of a very specific time/place, because these are all AUs. And I know the reader, especially with shorter AUs, needs much more information much more immediately than with other fics, in which I have time to feed info throughout. So those seem more concerned with environment, rather than character. Also seems to be the case with others lol. Even if the line is primarily about how a character is feeling, the first line still gives some information about the rest of the scene. (8. Kilkenny is a place, a town; 9. It’s evening, it’s summer; 2. Nate is in a car (lol))

Which makes sense when I think about it. I still have the hangup (I think other writers know this feeling) of wanting my readers to see my stories exactly as I see them. To be immersed, sure, but also to have the right angle, the right lighting. I need to remind myself that books (or fics) aren’t movies. It isn’t a visual medium. So, there’s something I could certainly work on.

Without hurting my brain with too much more thinking, I’ll leave off by saying that in general, I like these! And that’s a treat for myself. I want things I write to be colorful, I want them to be physical, and some of these really do the trick for me. (Key word: me. I already have the images of these scenes set in my head before I ever write them down. So it’s very possible for others not to see it that way).

But yeah, this was fun! And I’m always a slut for sharing lol ❤️

[lit-works]

The Atomic Herb

Day 3

Fetters, whom had accompanied Nathaniel to the institute, had decide to perform his own peripheral investigation about the beast. He had determined somehow that the Atomic beast was tied to the Perez family. Fetters had begun to believe that the Institute was an inhumane lab where a Nazi scientist grew aliens from spores collected at the 1947 Roswell crash. He theorized that Perez was either infected accidentally or implanted intentionally with these spores, and Byers being an honest red-blooded American, wanted nothing to do with it. Then, in a leap he even would concede has little corroborating evidence, a death ray from space was fired causing Byers' car wreck. He suspected the Perez clan had greater involvement, or at least know where to find the beast. "I heard a monster was sighted outside Dick's Uranium mine in nearby Hagerman. I nobly volunteer to investigate." Fetters announced before departing from the lab.

Suspecting that the rest of the Perez Clan had some involvement, or at least knew where to locate the beast, Fetters went there to question them. He bursted into their home, brandishing his rifle, and demanded to be told where the monster was hiding. Having witnessed this, young Julio ran for help at the nearest pocket of civilization in the unforgiving desert, the Botanical lab.

Once Julio reached the lab he breathlessly announced to everyone present at the lab about the intruder, in Spanish. Ray Ortega, fascinated by the events, was on band to hear. Provided Nathan Dewitte had treated Julio with kindness, and appeared confident, Julio begged him for help. Ortega realized this catastrophe was his chance to be a hero and win the heart of his beloved Margarita, slipped away to the Perez Family Ranch.

Jack Dewitte attempted to contact Sheriff Jack Lawrence by telephone, but was informed that entire department was occupied with a serious investigation at the far northern terminus of the county. He would be contacted, but would be unable to arrive on scene for an indeterminate period of time. The investigations would be performed by Nathan alone.

Conveniently, the special antidote was just completed as these events transpired.

-

As those events were unfolding, Lupe felt the last vestiges of his humanity slipping away with the tendrils of smoke he exhaled from a joint. He had decided that before losing himself completely he would fling himself from the top of the mesa. Before he could shed his mortal coil, he wished to once more see his home and family. Resigned to his fate, the beast returned home.

-

Fetters was inside the Perez home, and violently interrogated the frightened family.

Ray Ortega, who knew the lay of the land quite well, drove a circuitous route, and parked his vehicle out of sight. He then made his way in from the north. Ray attempted to be as quite as possible, but was not accustomed to skulking about, and made a fair amount of noise. His clumsy efforts were easily detected by Nathan Dewitte who had raced to the ranch. Guileless, Ortega explained his rationale and asked the investigator for help.

The Beast crossed to the farm from the east, and glided in with considerable stealth despite its awkward bulk. Lupe intended to slip up In-Between the garden and barn to peek inside, stealing a final glimpse of his beloved family.

Fetters, alert and paranoid, heard every commotion made by Rat Ortega and anticipated a confrontation. He hastily ordered Margarita to tie up Rosalita and Ana. Tex then bound Margarita and ordered them all to be silent. At that point he assumed the man-turned-monster was lurking about, and fired his rifle into the roof of the building, and bellowed out : “I know you’re out there, ya No-Good Critter! Well, ‘Fore you go off and go something crazy-like, I am warnin’ you! I got me 3 purty ladies in here who’ll get a belly full of buckshot if’n you do something stupid!” Tex then waited several minutes for that to register.

Ray Ortega was very upset, but his emotional turmoil pales in comparison to Lupe’s.

The Beast bellowed out a horrible roar that shattered the tense silence. The cry of the Beast under those stress-laden circumstances necessitated a firm grasp upon ones sanity.

A bit shaken by the inhuman, otherworldly nature of the sound, Fetters stammered out, “Best not so that again, Mac. I might get scairt’ and do something you’ll regret. Now listen here, the front door’s open and I want you to come on up, real easy-like, so I kin git a better look at yer ugly mug!”

Ray Ortega chose to intervene by entering, and was swiftly clubbed with Fetters’ rifle when he intruded. Also, Fetters had erred in allowing Margarita to restrain Rosalita. The latter was very loosely bound and wiggled free within a few minutes of Ray entering the farmhouse. Allowed time by Ortega's distraction, she sprung up when Fetters’ back was turned and struck him with a lamp. Staggered, he turned and clubbed her unconscious with his rifle. She collapsed with a cry.

After minutes of hesitation, The Beast, frothing with rage, stalked around the house toward the front door. It unceremoniously ripped the door open and entered. A terrified Fetters fired one barrel of his shotgun wildly, and the creature charged. His next shot, at incredibly close range, struck true, and mortally wounded Lupe. At the same instant, The Beast struck Fetters with terrible force, and broke his neck. The Beast then looked upon his family before staggering away to expire in some hidden space in the desert. As the beast fled past Dewitte, the detective lunged with his unsheathed syringe containing the prototype antidote for his condition. After plunging the entire dose of antidote into the beast, Nathan leapt away. The Beast yelped like a wounded coyote and loped away.

The curative properties of the injected antidote were not immediate. It required time, and during the intervening period Lupe was subjected to incredible pain, such that he lost control of himself and lashed out at his surroundings and environment. Eventually, he staggered, collapsed, and began reverting to his former self.

[gingerwerk]

happy saturday, heres a snippet of the new hbo war au bopping around my brain recently~

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Opening the door to the bar, Walt was unsurprised to find it almost empty; he and Andy always caught the early bird special so that they wouldn’t be out too late on a school night. It was incredibly easy then to spot his uncle sitting alone at their usual table in the center of the room. Walt gave a quick, polite wave to Luz, one of the main bartenders, before he crossed the room and sat across from his uncle. 

“Hey,” Walt said quietly, unsure of what else to say. 

“Hey,” Andy responded with a nod before he let out a sigh and folded his hands on top of the table in front of him; Walt settled into his seat and mentally prepared himself for whatever perfectly quaffed diatribe Andy had prepared for him during the school day. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for how I acted last night.”

Walt looked up, confused; that wasn’t at all what he was expecting. 

“What d’you mean?”

“Walt, you and I both know I said a lot of things last night- I was upset and frankly annoyed at being woken up at almost midnight by Sheriff Riggi,” Andy sighed, looking a little embarrassed. 

“I don’t think you said anything that was unwarranted,” Walt shrugged; he was a decent kid but he definitely wasn’t the most well-behaved and Andy was definitely kinder to him than most parents in Matilda. It was high time he got a good licking in. The only card he had left to play was the humble acceptance of guilt.“I broke curfew, I lied about where I was gonna be, I broke into someone’s house…”

“Still… one of us is the adult here so I should’ve acted better,” Andy countered firmly before Faye, their usual waitress for the night, appeared at their table asking for their drink orders. 

“Well, we both made mistakes yesterday so why don’t we just call it even?” Walt suggested after Faye departed from their table, earning a half smile from Andy. 

“Okay,” Andy said easily with a nod before his face fell into a more sterner expression and Walt prepared himself for his sentencing. “I know there isn’t a whole lot to do in this town but I thought I had made it very clear to you before that you shouldn’t be breaking into houses for fun that aren’t yours.”

Walt stayed silent and instead chose to pick at the napkin placed in front of him. The last time Sobel had caught him at the Speirs house as he attempted to hop the back fence, the punishment had been pretty steep- grounded for a month at home, cell phone put in the lock box under Andy’s bed and coaxial cables removed from his bedroom television on top of two weeks of community service around town. He remembered how Ray took a picture of him picking up trash in the park in his dumb orange vest and even went to the length of getting the photo printed and framed- that dick. 

“Breaking and entering is a serious offense,” Andy continued, bringing Walt back into the present. “You’re seventeen, Walt. Pretty soon these petty little crimes are gonna start showing up on a record and that’ll stick with you forever.”

“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew someone was living there,” Walt explained weakly. “I’m not a complete idiot.”

“Still dumb enough to get goaded into a misdemeanor by Ray Person,” Andy chided him right before Faye returned to the table with the drinks in hand and her customary smile.

“Are we feeling the usual tonight, boys are you thinking of branching out?” she asked as she drummed her nails, brightly painted an almost neon pink, against the worn wood of the bar table; both men had been too consumed by the events of the night before to even bother thinking of dinner so they simply chose their usual. Truth be told Walt didn’t have much of an appetite at all but knew if said as much to his uncle he’d just open a whole other can of worms and concern that he didn’t want to deal with. 

“Lucky for you, he isn’t pressing charges,” Andy continued once Faye had walked out of earshot, not that it mattered. With so little interest in the town, Walt was sure the whole town had already heard about him breaking into the old Speirs house and having the shit shared out of him when he found it to be occupied for the first time in almost twenty years. 

“Who?” Walt asked, unsure still almost twenty-four hours later of the name of the man who scared the shit out him. 

“Ronald Speirs,” Andy responded firmly. “The man who legally owns that house.”

“Oh,” Walt muttered as he took a sip of his rootbeer; the name was vaguely familiar in the annals of Matilda history, perhaps it was the son or grandson of the Spiers who owned the big empty house. 

 “Sheriff Riggi suggested a course of action and he approved,” Andy continued. “You’ll have to do community service. Again.”

“How long?” Walt asked as he rested his chin in his hand and pictured another two weeks picking up garbage in the park.

“Three months,”

“Three months?” Walt exclaimed, horrified; it was early May and that meant that he would lose almost his entire summer to picking up trash and whatever busywork the police department found him capable of doing.

It would hurt less, losing most of his summer to this bullshit, if this summer wasn’t already supposed to be so important to him. Come August and September, half of his friends would be leaving Matilda, for school or a career, and despite any promises, Walt severely doubted he’d actually see any of them again. People didn’t often escape Matilda but when they did it seemed they did it for good. 

“At least,” Andy said firmly. 

“Matilda’s gonna be fucking trash free by the time we’re done,” Walt grumbled, automatically assuming Ray probably got the same sentencing as him; at least he wouldn’t be suffering by himself. 

“Not quite,” Andy said as he took a sip of his beer; when Walt sent him a questioning look, he explained. “I might have worked out a deal with the Sheriff. You’ll still be doing community service but it won’t be the usual trash pick up.”

“Care to expand on that?” Walt asked, curious.

“Once the specifics are ironed out I’ll let you know,” he answered with a tense smile. “I know you and Ray were there last night but Speirs and Sobel told the sheriff that they saw two other people fleeing the scene. So, who else was there?”

“What? Rat on my friends and my sentence will get reduced? Did Sobel suggest that?” Walt asked scathingly. “No way in Hell, Andy, I’m not a snitch.”

It was a common tactic for Sobel, not necessarily the Matilda force as a whole, to throw other people under the bus for reduced sentences. It was perhaps that reason why Sobel was the most despised person on the force, even though Larkin and Evans, on paper, were just as nasty pieces of work to avoid. Even though Sheriff Riggi was the top dog in town, depending on the crime, it was almost better to get caught by her, either because it meant avoiding the embarrassment of getting caught by one of her rat deputies or because she actually still held a modicum of empathy in her body. 

“Sobel might’ve thrown the idea out but I knew you wouldn’t say anything,” Andy said with a small quirk of the lips, a shadow of a fond smile. Walt couldn’t help but return the look; he knew his uncle also thought Sobel was trash but would never outwardly admit to it. “But I asked around and I know Brad wouldn’t be caught dead doing something dumb like that and Leckie said that both Evan and Lilley were working late on some project of theirs at the print. So, shot in the dark, I’d assume it was Stafford and Christeson with you last night.”

Walt frowned but said nothing; it didn’t matter though because his silence was answer enough. 

“Am I cold or have I hit the mark?” Andy asked with a raised eyebrow before he took a sip of his beer. 

“You can’t keep shit a secret in this town,” Walt grumbled as he deflated and took a sip of his rootbeer. “So are you gonna tell Sobel what you know?”

“No,” Andy responded easily, “But you friends should count their lucky stars that Sobel’s shit at actual police work or else their asses would be in trouble too.”

[klcthebookworm]

WIP Wednesday

So this was the wrong time for Wolfwood to meet the Davidson kids.

She and Milly made the selections and filled up two bags that Milly insisted on carrying out of the store. The bus from Ripmela had arrived and passengers were disembarking. The last one was a familiar black-haired man dressed in a black suit carrying a cloth-wrapped cross on his back.

Milly stopped in her tracks. “Mr. Priest!”

Wolfwood’s shades slipped down his nose so he could look out above them. “Insurance girls! The Lord works in mysterious ways.”

“I guess so,” Milly answered. “Oh, we don’t work for Bernardelli any more.”

“Got too dangerous staying with Needle-noggin?”

“No, it didn’t have anything to do with him,” Meryl said.

He took his sunglasses off and tucked them inside his suit’s jacket. “So can you still point me to him? I’ve got news.”

Meryl glanced around the busy main street. “You better head back to the homestead with us if we’re trading news.” Wolfwood agreed and walked with them as they headed to the scrap heap.

The girl was out of sight and Milly handled the call out. “Hannah? Have you found what you need?”

Hannah’s voice came out from behind a rusted out car. “If this doesn’t work, we’ll have to go to that other town and buy new parts or a whole new car.” She emerged holding some metal tubing in her hand and pulled up short. “Who is this?”

Wolfwood smiled at her. “Hello, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, traveling priest. I patrol the continent doing the Lord’s work.”

“Hannah C. Davidson and I hope that doesn’t include crucifixions.”

He chuckled. “The cross? You know your Earth history. The Church doesn’t involve itself in the affairs of sheriffs.”

“Mr. Priest is our friend,” Milly said. “Vash mentioned him.”

“He did,” Hannah agreed but her green eyes looked wary.

“It’s all right, Tall Girl. It’s not a bad thing to be suspicious these days.”

“Yes, we do have reasons to be on guard,” Meryl said. “Hannah and her brother are traveling with us.”

“When the car wants to go?” He teased.

“I’ll get the car to go.” Hannah’s voice was blunt. “I’m more stubborn than a hunk of metal.”

“It’s not a contest,” Milly said. Hannah just shrugged and they set off down the road that led to the homestead.

Wolfwood didn’t speak until they were well away from the town buildings. “Imagine my surprise to see a familiar face on the wanted poster boards and it wasn’t the one with spiky hair.” He looked down at Meryl.

She nodded. “We got it cleared up quickly, but that’s why we’re no longer employed by Bernardelli.”

“I quit after management threw Meryl to the Cavalry,” Milly said.

“That was rude. Sorry I wasn’t around to help out.”

“I appreciate that,” Meryl said. “So what news do you have for Vash?”

“You’re looking for Vash?” Hannah’s tone went harsh. If she had fur like Chuck, it would be bristling.

“That’s a tone.” Wolfwood pulled out his cigarette pack. “Word going around is to avoid Vash the Stampede. No one has a chance at the bounty since the Gung-Ho Guns are after his head.”

“That’s not news,” Hannah said.

“We already ran into two of them,” Meryl said.

“Three,” Hannah said.

“Three?” Wolfwood asked.

“Meryl and Vash were busy when I had the conversation with Samurai Jack.”

Wolfwood stopped and looked at the orange hair girl. “You dealt with Rai-Dei the Blade?”

“If Rai-Dei the Blade dresses like an ancient Japanese warrior down to carrying a sword with a sheath modified to shoot bullets, I did. He didn’t introduce himself to me while ranting about demons. But that’s okay, I know how to deal with ranting wrenchheads. And we can cross him off the list.” Her green eyes narrowed as her face hardened. “I do not let wrenchheads hurt my bros.”

“You don’t say?” He put a cigarette between his lips. “And just how extensive is your family?”

“That you should worry about? Just two.”

[aceswritingcorner]

Characters Written For- All will be alphabetized in order of the Fandom. Anything crossed out means it is not accepted currently for a free request.

Attack On Titan

Armin Arlert

Eren Yeager

Erwin Smith

Levi Ackerman

Criminal Minds

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

Ghost-

Ghouls- Aether, Phantom, Mountain, Swiss, Rain, Sodo (Dewdrop)

Papa Emeritus - Primo

Papa Emeritus ii - Secondo

Papa Emeritus iii - Terzo

Papa Emeritus iv - Copia -Otherwise known previous as Cardinal Copia-

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Bill Weasley

How to Train Your Dragon

Astrid

Dagur the Deranged

Hiccup Haddock

Ruffnut

Tuffnut

Stoick the Vast

Viggo Grimborn

Hunter X Hunter

Hisoka

Illumi Zoldyck

Kuripika

Gon (Platonic Only)

Killua Zoldyck (Platonic Only)

Marvel

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Bruce Banner

Loki

Thor 

Pietro Maximoff

Moon Knight

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Steven Grant

Khonshu

My Hero Academia

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

Bakugou Katsuki (Dynamight)

Dabi

Denki Kaminari (Chargebolt)

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

Hari Kurono (Chronostasis)

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Iida Tenya (Ingenium)

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice)

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul)

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Kirishima Eijirou (Red Riot)

Kurogiri

Midoriya Izuku (Deku)

Oboro Shirakumo (LoudCloud)

Sero Hanta (Cellophane)

Shigaraki Tomura

Shinsou Hitoshi (Mindjack)

Shoto Todoroki (Shoto)

Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All

Lucifer

Mammon

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Leviathan

Diavolo

Barbatos

Once Upon A Time

Jefferson

Killian Jones

Sheriff Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Owl House

Darius Deamonne

Eda the Owl Lady

Raine Whispers

Hunter (Platonic Only)

Lumity -Luz/Amity (PLATONIC ONLY)

Promised Neverland (PLATONIC ONLY)

Emma

Ray

Norman

Isabella

Resident Evil (Village)

Karl Heisenberg

Lady Alcine Dimitrescu

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Charlie Bradbury

Castiel

Gabriel

Lucifer

Michael

Cain

Jack Kline

The Umbrella Academy

Klaus

Diego

Oscar

Otto

Axel

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Negan

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

Egos

Anti

Dark

Yancy

Phantom

‘Mare

[fridaythe13ththeseries]

Hate on Your Dial

Episode Recap #59: Hate on Your Dial Original Airdate: November 18, 1989

Starring: Louise Robey as Micki Foster Steve Monarque as Johnny Ventura (as Steven Monarque) Chris Wiggins as Jack Marshak

Guest cast: Michael Rhoades as Ray Pierce Vlasta Vrana as Sheriff Robert A. Silverman as Archie Pierce (as Robert Silverman) Melanie Miller as Margaret Pierce Martin Doyle as Steve Pierce Henry Czerny as Joe Nelson Richard Mills as Elliot Marc Gomes as Henry Emmett Gene Mack as Ben Wilten Jackie Richardson as Frances Jan Taylor Hendricks as Waitress / Edna (as Jan Waterhouse) Jamie Near as Young Archie

Written by Nancy Ann Miller Directed by Allan Eastman

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It is night time and we are at a modest home. Mr. Sandman on the radio. Two men in a garage cleaning an old car. They are brothers, Ray and Archie. Ray appears to be older and have special needs. His brother teases him. Their old mother comes into the garage with coffee. She doesn't like them reminiscing and leaves. Archie reads the date (May 17, 1954) on the photo, and Ray says it was "Black Monday" when "white folks got in trouble" and their daddy had "no choice."

Just then a little boy named Elliot shows up, admiring the car. Archie is happy to see him, but racist Ray reacts badly, knocking the fundraising candy out of the boy's hands. He pulls a screwdriver on Elliot, then shoves him, causing his engine parts to scatter. Ray gets even madder and pulls a shotgun off the wall, to frighten Elliot, who runs off. Ray says he'll get him another time.

Cut to credits.

Curious Goods, and a woman has brought a box of old items to the store for an appraisal. Johnny doesn't know what to offer, but they settle on $25 for the box. She leaves as Archie enters. He is browsing for a gift for his brother. Johnny takes a car radio out of the box he just bought and Archie identifies it as from a '54 Chevy. He says him and Ray have their daddy's '54 Chevy and Ray is always working on it. He wants to buy the radio, but he doesn't think he can afford it. Johnny gives him a good deal on it.

Next we are back in the garage, and Ray is finishing installing the radio his brother gifted him, saying it will now be just like when their daddy had it. But Archie says their father never drove it much, he went away cause he killed a man. Ray says the man was a "colored sharecropper" and thinks a black lawyer who got some mystery witness was the reason their dad got executed. Archie tells Ray he doesn't like how racist he is, especially to his friend Elliot. Ray says Archie may be slow, but he doesn't have to be stupid. He pulls out a photo album of their father in full KKK gear, and crosses they had burned. Ray obviously idolizes this time in history and his father's role in it.

At the store, Johnny is cleaning when Micki comes in. She says Jack's flight has been delayed a couple of hours. Johnny tells her about the car radio he bought and then quickly sold. Micki, already anticipating the answer, asks if he checked the manifest first. As she checks she finds a '54 Chevy radio listed. Johnny can't believe it and Micki seems to cut him some slack, but then Jack arrives home. From the looks on their faces, he knows it's bad news. Johnny says what he did, and Jack is frustrated at him. But Johnny remembers the car wash logo on Archie's shirt. Johnny and Micki head out, but Johnny stops to apologize again to Jack, who is clearly ticked off.

Next, we see Elliot playing alone at a basketball court. Ray pulls up in the old Chevy, clearly drinking as well. He gets out with his bottle, taunting Elliot, who doesn't trust him. Ray pulls a gun and shoots the hoop, then at Elliot's feet. Ray continues his racist rant, scaring Elliot as he waves his gun, shooting. Elliot is panicked and falls as Ray shoots again, this time hitting the kid. Ray touches him, gets blood on his hand and at the sound of police sirens, takes off.

Driving away, he is nervous and goes to turn on the car radio, getting Elliot's blood on the dials. This activates the curse, and the radio glows, then it envelops the car in a blinding light. Suddenly, Ray and the Chevy are in black and white, having traveled back in time. The radio says it is night in Mississippi as Ray cruises the streets, surprised. He stops the car and checks a newspaper, happy to realize where and when he is.

He goes in to a diner. He asks about his parents, and as the waitress gives directions, the place falls silent as a black man enters. He just wants to buy a loaf of bread, but the racist waitress refuses, telling him to go. He makes the mistake of grabbing her arm, and a man stands up, calling him "boy". He confronts the man, continuing the racist bull, even slapping the man. Fed up, the black man picks up the other and slams him in to a table, but the other man present gang up on him. Ray, who is loving all of this, hits the man himself until the sheriff arrives and pulls him off. He tells the black man to go, and merely chastises the group, Ray included. Another man introduces himself to Ray and buy him a shake.

Jack is still researching the radio when Micki and Johnny come back. They found where Archie works, but he won't be back until Monday. They also learned his name and that he has a brother, which further irritates Jack. Johnny tells him to rip his head off, but Jack is still snippy. Micki is shocked, Johnny says he look for it himself, but Jack calls out. He says he isn't angry with Johnny, just their situation, and that they done the same thing he did. Johnny says it all just keeps on happening.

Back to the past and Ray and his new friend are walking. Ray loves how "pure" the place feels and warns the other man things will change, going into yet another racist rant. He takes Ray to a meeting of men at a house. These men are already mad about the Supreme Court decision and think "their" colored people aren't unhappy and know their place. Ray realizes the man is his father when his wife comes in and recognizes his mother, pregnant with himself. Archie is there too, a young boy. Ray is introduced to his father and told what happened in the diner. He's invited along on their mission that night.

In the present, Johnny and Micki arrive and see Archie with his mother. Johnny says he wants to buy back the radio, but Archie says it's already in the car, and their mom says he's out driving and sometimes isn't back for days. They leave their card with Archie and leave, but decide to wait outside for Ray to return.

In the past, the men are in full KKK robes and burning a cross and an effigy of a judge to protest the end of segregation. They head off to teach the black man a lesson. Ray realizes what is about to happen is what got his father executed and tries to warn the men. But they say they'll kill the lawyer, too. Ray says they have to make sure they kill the woman who was a witness, too. The men agree, too amped up to understand what Ray's saying.

Later, they are dragging the black man, Ben Wilten, to a barn, his hands tied up and hooked up so they can beat him and lash him with a whip, just for touching the waitress. His hands get loose and he is able to hit the mask off, revealing the face of one man, and he is beaten more for that. He collapses and is whipped again.

Jack arrives at Micki and Johnny's stakeout with some food. He says he found some clippings Lewis had from 1954, and is thinking time travel.

Back in '54, the men are all hyped up from their attack, Ray included. He thinks maybe he changed things in his father's favor. They all drive off. As Ray drives, he notices Elliot's blood still on the radio. He wipes it off and him and the car are transported back to the present. Micki and the guys see his happen. Ray is pissed, pulling into his garage. Jack thinks Ray just came from the past.

Inside, Ray tells Archie to be quiet and asks his mother where his father is, hoping he changed things. But she says Mississippi hung him. Jack eavesdrops while Micki and Johnny attempt to slip into the garage. Ray says there was no witness back then, but he can't understand why their daddy didn't survive. Ray looks in the old album to see what the lawyer from back then looked like, so he can try again to change the past. Archie tries to talk to his brother, but Ray heads outside.

Micki sees Ray coming and her and Johnny hide. Archie keeps trying to get his brother's attention, but Ray ignores him and heads into the garage, saying he needs to kill another of his little black friends, shoving Archie, who realizes his brother killed Elliot. He grabs a hammer, but Ray takes it. Johnny and Micki try to get in as Ray beats his brother with the hammer. Johnny and Jack try to stop Ray as Micki goes to Archie. Ray jumps in the Chevy and wipes his brother's blood on the radio. It begins to glow and is transported back to Mississippi in 1954, this time with Ray, Johnny and Jack. Ray speeds off, leaving them in the road.

Ray goes to his parent's house, trying to warn his father to get out of town. His mother and Archie are their, and she listens as Ray tells them about the judge and what's going to happen. As Ray continues to try and get through to his father, Archie starts repeating over and over "Daddy killed a Negro." Ray tells his father this all going to ruin him unless they get the clan together to kill the lawyer. The man agrees and Ray goes to find the lawyer. Archie continues ranting and his father hits him hard, his mother too late to help.

Jack and Johnny are shocked to be in 1954, but Jack thinks Ray wants to change his father's fate. They see a commotion at the courthouse, townsfolk angry about the lawyer here to get justice for the murder of the sharecropper, Ben Wilton. The sheriff arrives to break things up. The lawyer, Henry Emmet, and he wants the sheriff to arrest the clan. But the sheriff wants him to have some witness or there is no case, but then goes on to threaten this supposed witness. Things break up, Johnny is shocked by this, but Jack says the present isn't much better.

Jack goes to speak to the lawyer, but the man and his friends are understandably wary. Jack tries to warn them about the men in town, and that his life is in jeopardy. But Emmet thinks Jack's warnings are really veiled threats. Jack is speechless.

In the present, Micki is telling the cops as much as she is able about Ray's disappearance after killing Archie. She tries to comfort the mother, who says she knew something like this would happen.

In the past, we see the mother comforting a hurt Archie. Ray arrives looking for his father, but she says he's at work. He is happy to have found the lawyer, but she isn't happy. She doesn't seem to carry the racism like her husband, and Ray. He asks what's up with Archie and she says his daddy hits him, and one day it will be too much.

Jack finds Johnny, who says he'll need a screwdriver to get the radio out. Jack says no, it is their only way home. They need to stop Ray before heading back. Johnny has the album from the car, and Jack recognizes some of the men from town. He takes off.

Later, after having shown the sheriff the album and identifying the man who killed Ben, Jack is surprised the sheriff doesn't head right off to arrest him. Jack then sees the clan dragging the lawyer into a car and goes to help, but is tossed into the car, too. The clan speed off.

In a field, with another cross on fire, the men in robes arrive and drag Jack and Emmet out. The grand dragon tells the others they also have a spy in their midst, who has been lying to them about helping. Johnny slips out of the trunk of Ray's Chevy. The spy is identified as Ray, who the man thinks is their to turn them in to the FBI. Ray is tied up as he protests.

Johnny hotwires the Chevy, turns it on and drives toward the group, causing them to scatter. He jumps out and shoots off the shotgun, and Jack tells Emmet they need to get in the car. Johnny again shoots the gun, stopping one of the men so they can drive off. The clan decides to deal with things here first, and tie up Ray and his friend from the diner, thinking they are traitors. They light the men on fire as Ray begs his daddy for help. As Ray burns, his father realizes the witness must be his wife.

After dropping Emmet off, Johnny and Jack drive the Chevy to where they arrived in the past. Johnny wipes the blood off the radio. The car glows and they go back to the present, appearing in front of Micki and the mother of Archie and Ray, who realizes both her sons are gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My thoughts:

Heavy, to say the least. I wrote a huge summary because it felt wrong to leave off details here. But I hated writing so much of Ray's racist nonsense. Just felt so skeevy doing it. I can't fathom how a person could think that way about other people.

But Jack is right. Johnny calls the past bad, Jack says the present isn't much better, and here we are another 30 something years even from that and there are still monsters among us.

The time travel radio is cool, but the usage is so dark. Poor Elliot. Kid did literally nothing wrong, and Ray hated him. Sad, to say the least.

And Archie, too. I'm actually surprised his mother let Ray stay with them, when we find out she was the one who told about her husband in the past. I guess she ended up relying on Ray, but I'm surprised she didn't snap before then.

Weird how Ray's prophetic information was just laughed at by the clan. I would think the other men would have thought he was insane. And how shocked was the sheriff by the album when Jack brought it in. And who was taking the photos at those clan burnings?

I like how Micki was easy to cut Johnny some slack about the radio. Her and Ryan sold a ton of antiques when they first got to the store. But it made sense that Jack would be ticked off, at least at first. Johnny learned a lesson here, for sure.

Near the end, when the father had the thought of his wife being the witness, I thought we were going to see that the future had changed, but it apparently went no where. Odd to include that, then.

Dark episode. But kudos for the show in taking it on.

Next week: Night Prey

[papermoonloveslucy]

LUCY’S THIN BLUE LINE

Lucy and Law Enforcement ~ Part 3

On “Here’s Lucy,” Lucy Carter not only had multiple run-ins with the police – she actually became Sheriff for a day! Here’s a look at Carter and Cops!

“Lucy’s Impossible Mission” (1968) ~ In this “Mission:Impossible” spoof, even the police are in on the caper. John J. “Red” Fox was best known for playing policemen, which is what he did on five of his eight appearances on “The Lucy Show” as well as three of his five episodes of “Here’s Lucy.” The policeman has no lines, but is kicked by Lucy to get his attention and says “Ouch!”  

“Guess Who Owes Lucy $23.50?” (1969) ~ Van Johnson plays himself and his evil doppelganger.Orwin C. Harvey plays the Security Guard (right). Harvey has one line, spoken off screen. A second Security Guard goes uncredited and has no lines.

“Lucy and the Ex-Con” (1969) ~ Lucy and a safecracker (Wally Cox) go undercover as Little Old Ladies at a dive bar. Vince Howard played the policeman on the extreme left. Many of his 125 TV and film credits were as law enforcement officials. Howard also played a policeman on “Lucy and Mannix are Held Hostage” (1971). Larry J. Blake (policeman on right) is making the first of his eight “Here's Lucy” appearances.

“Lucy Goes on Strike” (1969) ~ Harry refuses to give Lucy a raise so she goes on strike with the other secretaries in the building, including Isabel (Mary Wickes). John J. ‘Red’ Fox returns as the cop on the beat in front of the Bradshawe Building. 

“Lucy and the Great Airport Chase” (1969) ~ Government Agent Bill (Morgan Jones) appears to investigate international epsionage in an episode shot on location at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX). The G-Man is never addressed by name but listed in the end credits.

"Lucy Helps Craig Get His Driver's License" (1969) ~ A motorcycle cop (Ray Kellogg) faces off with driving test examiner Wibur Hurlow (Jack Gilford).  

Inside the police station, the officers issuing licenses are played by (left to right): Herkie Styles, Joseph Mell, and Sid Gould. 

“Lucy's Burglar Alarm” (1969) ~ Detective Harvey Gaynes is played by Elliott Reid, who also appeared on “I Love Lucy” and “The Lucy Show.” 

“Lucy, the Cement Worker” (1969) ~ Lucy disguises herself as a street construction worker to find a valuable ring she’s lost. She encounters the cop on the beat, played by Harry Hickox in the first of his three episodes of “Here’s Lucy.”

“Lucy and Viv Visit Tijuana” (1970) ~ At the border, Harry is questioned by a customs officer played by Don Megowan in his only appearance with Lucille Ball. He is perhaps best remembered as the Sheriff in The Wolfman (1956). His final role was as a police sergeant in the 1979 TV movie Mrs. R’s Daughter. 

“Lucy and Wall Cox” (1970) ~ Lucy helps Wally Manley (Wally Cox) get a job as a warehouse security guard where they encounter armed criminals. 

“Lucy and Ma Parker” (1970) ~ Carole Cook plays a master criminal. The police convince Lucy to take her place in order to nab her associates. Harry Hickox (Lieutenant L. Hickox, left) makes the second of his three episodes of “Here’s Lucy,” all as policemen. Stafford Repp (Police Detective Halloran,  right) made a career of playing policemen even before he became famous as Chief O'Hara on TV’s “Batman” (1966-68). He played two different officers of the law on “Dennis the Menace” in 1962 and 1963, alongside Gale Gordon. 

“Lucy and the Raffle” (1971) ~ The Baliffs in the courtroom are played by Emile Autuori and John J. ‘Red’ Fox. 

“Lucy and Carol Burnett aka The Hollywood Unemployment Follies” (1971) ~ Lucy and Carol stage a musical revue featuring a tribute to the operetta Rose Marie (1930 & 1940). Four Mounties (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) sing “Stout-Hearted Men”. From left to right: Sid Gould, Kay Kuter, Johnny Silver and Mike Wagner.

“Lucy and Mannix are Held Hostage” (1971) ~ In this cross-over with the Mike Connors private eye series “Mannix” (saved from cancellation by Lucille Ball), the policemen are played by Vince Howard (left) and Robert Foulk (right). 

“Lucy and the Celebrities” (1971) ~ Sid Gould plays the Security Guard at the gate of Morton Pictures. Impressionist Rich Little stars with Jack Benny. 

“Lucy and the Candid Camera” (1971) ~ Allen Funt plays himself and an evil imposter, getting the Carters to participate in criminal capers under the impression they are on “Candid Camera”.  Law enforcement is played by (left to right): Peter Leeds, Robert Carson as Sergeant Lou Holmes, and Paul Sorenson, who played policemen many times during his career. 

“Lucy and the Chinese Curse” (1972) ~ When Lucy saves a laundry owner (Keye Luke) from a safe falling in the street, reporters and the police are on the scene. Frequent background performer Walter Smith plays the policeman. He had appeared with Lucille Ball in Forever Darling (1956), as well as in Desilu’s “The Untouchables” and “The Lucy Show.” 

“The Case of the Reckless Wheelchair Driver” (1972) ~ Lucy, in a wheelchair due to her broken leg, is set-up by a conman (Jesse White). Law enforcement officials are (left to right): Officer Rafferty (Robert Foulk), Sergeant Montgomery (Hal Hickox), and Officer Egan (Ed Hall). 

“Dirty Gertie” (1972) ~ Lieutenant Egan is played by Craig Stevens, who is probably best remembered for playing the title role in the private eye series “Peter Gunn” (1958-61). Egan questions Lucy and says he's “just trying to get the facts, ma'am.” This is a paraphrase of a quote from another famous TV detective, Joe Friday on “Dragnet.” The role of Lieutenant Egan was originally written with Webb in mind. Stevens even imitates Webb's deadpan delivery.

“Lucy Goes to Prison” (1973) ~ When Lucy goes undercover in jail to discover where Mumsie Westcott (Elsa Lanchester) hid her stolen loot, Matron Wilson is played by Jody Gilbert, who also played a prison matron on “The Lucy Show.” 

Two uniformed policemen are played by uncredited actors and have no lines.

“The Big Game” (1973) ~ Jerry Jones plays a policeman on the prowl for ticket scalpers at the stadium. Prior to this, Jones played a policeman on “The Doris Day Show” and “The Brady Bunch.” 

“Lucy Plays Cops and Robbers” (1973) ~ On the side of the law are Officers Spencer and Riggs, played by Dick Sargent and Gary Crosby. Rumor has it that the police officers were supposed to be played by “Adam-12” (1968-75) co-stars Martin Milner and Kent McCord. Like “Here’s Lucy,” the NBC police drama was filmed on the Universal lot. Gary Crosby played a recurring role on “Adam-12.” In the script, one officer says to the other “I think we’ve been riding together too long” which would have been even funnier had it been an already famous pair of policemen like Milner and McCord. The episode features Al Lewis, who famously played Officer Schnauser on “Car 54 Where Are You?” (1961-63). 

“Lucy the Sheriff” (1974) ~ Lucy finds out that her grandmother was the first woman sheriff of a Montana town that is celebrating its centennial. She is asked to play her grandmother at the celebrations, which include the recreation of a bank robbery. Lucy is enjoying playing lawmaker until a couple of genuine robbers interrupt the celebration and take her hostage!

Flora Belle Orcutt (the fictional one) is supposedly the first lady sheriff in the West. In real life, the distinction of first woman sheriff has been disputed. Some say it was Texan Emma Banister (1918), but others claim it was Mary Roach (1922-27) because Emma had inherited the position from her husband. Still others believe the title belongs to Kansan Mabel Chase (1926). Mrs. James Latty of Burlington, Iowa, was known as the first “Unofficial Woman Sheriff" as far back as 1870.

Lucy the Sheriff meets Sheriff Bart Thomas, played by Orwin C. Harvey. 

“Lucy Calls the President” (1977) ~ In the CBS special, Lucy Whittaker (Lucille Ball) is scheduled to get a visit from President Jimmy Carter. In advance of the visit, the Barker home is visited by Secret Service Officers Thatcher (Joey Forman) and Stockley (Stack Pierce). 

Stone Pillow (1985) ~ Lucille Ball plays a homeless woman living on the streets. When another homeless woman dies on her corner, the police are called. Pat McNamara (Officer Daggett) played Sheriff Perkins in Silence of the Lambs (1991).

“Lucy and the Guard Goose” (1986) ~ This unaired episode of “Life With Lucy” was originally scheduled for broadcast November 22, 1986. When crime hits M&B Hardware, Lucy enlists the help of a guard goose. Charles Levin plays Pasadena’s finest Sergeant Green. Green played a policeman on two episodes of “Punky Brewster” (1987-88). 

[fallacias]

who: @reynahendrix where: the cinema

Day one she'd killed lost her therapist in an accident that clouded her mind from time to time, ached her bones from when the metal scraps had wrapped itself around a tree and left Seraphine for the most part unscathed. Well, physically. She'd been checked for fractures by a medic as Sera had whistled, hummed and was mentally elsewhere entirely when questions were asked about who she was, where she came from and what happened.

Night one she'd spent on the floor of a jail cell, her legs up on the bench, completely out of her mind and unaware of her surroundings. In her mind she was back in the town she grew up in for the rest of the night and even in the first rays of the morning. The church bells tolled in her head, there'd been the flickering of ignited torches and the whispers of the rituals she'd seen as a kid, right there in front of her eyes again. Like a never ending movie - so wrapped in trauma from the events of her life. Never noticing a thing from the so called monsters that spooked the people inside the sheriff's station as long as the night lasted.

Day two was when she got fetched from isolation by a total stranger. Strange girl with her machete. She never got a machete, all she managed to steal was a pocket knife from the guards in the ward. But she couldn't show jealousy. Must not show jealousy over the new girl in the ward, although she very much did. Oh, how she'd wanted to have that machete. Outside the town slowly had dawned on the blonde, how the buildings - she was once so used to - were completely different from the town she once knew so well. Did they change things up? So many unknown faces she passed by - faces that had completely gone unnoticed by her on day one. Until there was only one face left that made sure to leave a mark on Sera's mind. Nika.

Day five she'd gotten pretty tired of seeing the settlement, of people pretending she was some perfect little sacrifice or some shit. ''These pants fucking itch me, Jane and I hate this vest! Just leave me the fuck alone already!'' Seraphine had spat at the girl that knocked on the bathroom door after she'd just taken a shower and barely got dressed. She tossed the vest at her face when she got out of the door, her hair still a dripping mess. Immediately Seraphine made a run for it, bare feet through the woods to aimlessly go into a direction and see where she'd end up.

For a while she'd been staring at a building, trying to catch her breath in the meantime. She'd only seen buildings like these in all kinds of magazines they got to read in the ward. Never in her life had she been to a theatre, never allowed to. Her brows were furrowed deeply, almost weirded out by this strange feeling that wrapped itself around her ribcage. Was this what freedom felt like? To go wherever she wanted to? To just do...whatever?

Her fingers traced the ticket boot at the entrance of the building when she'd finally gathered the courage to set foot towards it. ''This is so gross,'' she stated the obvious when really what she meant to say was holy shit, this is so cool. One foot crossed the threshold, the other still stood outside. There she stood, in the midst of doubt of entering this place. What if this was another place that wanted to keep her trapped for some time? Well, hell - she was set on sitting in one of those red supposedly heavenly comfortable chairs today.