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BILLY POSTLETHWAITE as DEPUTY HANK

Silo Season 2 | Gift for @the-unidentified-author , hope you like it!!

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Unsanctioned | Deputy Hank | The Silo

There are no fanfics about this man that I can find anywhere on the internet so I went ahead and made one. Idk if there is anyone in love with this man as much as me to read it but I just had to write a little something for him. IDk if its good I just needed SOMETHING.

Warnings/ Tags: SMUT[NSFW], smut, minors DNI, established relationship, p in v, creampie, a little rough, consensual!, hes a big man.

Words: 3,306

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You hooked your thumbs under the straps of your backpack and exited the stairs. Working as a mechanic always consisted of long, strange hours that often had you walking alone along the streets of the silo. You didn’t mind it, walking empty streets at almost five in the morning, no one running past you, just you alone with your thoughts, was a welcome rest bite from the hustle and bustle of the day. You knew that in little more than an hour the streets of the silo would be filled with people either coming home from work or heading to it.

Hank would still be in his office, the officers under him patrolling the streets to ensure that everyone who should be inside was. He was likely still filling in paperwork, there seemed to be a never-ending amount of it recently. More than likely exacerbated by the fact that Juliette made it over the hill. Something that had never been done before.

As you neared the door to the police station, you slowed your stroll and pulled the hair-tie from the end of your braid. Running your fingers through your hair to separate the strands.

Slowly you made your way towards the door, twisting the handle and pushing the old heavy door in. Just as you had expected, the precinct was quiet and empty. The main light was off, with the two desk lamps and the screen at the back showing the dark outside world the only sources of light. You walked around the table in the middle where the officers sat and circled toward the door to the left. It was open a crack, warm light spilling out.

“Hank?” You questioned, placing your palm on the door and pushing it open.

Hank was sitting at his desk, crouched over some paperwork. He looked up through the hair that had fallen into his face as you entered. His tired expression replaced with a smile as he sat up.

“This is a surprise.” He said, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands into his lap.

“Well, I just finished a double, and the showers were empty so, so I washed up at work.” You turned and pushed the door gently to a close before dropping your backpack on the chair opposite his desk.

He pushed his chair back from his desk and opened his arms, allowing you to sit down in his lap. His arms encircled you and pulled you back against his chest, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“What time is it?” He asked, pressing a delicate kiss to the soft skin of your neck.

“Almost 5am, how long have you been working?” You replied, leaning forwards away from him and towards the desk. “Are these reports on the riots?” You asked, lifting one of the papers and peaking under it.

“Since almost this time yesterday. And yeah, they are just non-stop at the moment. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Mayor calls for more curfews just to stop people from being out on the street.” He mumbled, kissing the back of your shoulder and gently pulling you back into his lap, so your back was to his chest.

He carefully pulled the fabric of your shirt from where it was tucked in your trousers, and then he snaked his hands under the fabric. Hands moving to cup your bra, giving your breast a gentle squeeze.

“All the workers in the mechanic shop are riled up. I don’t think a curfew is going to work.” You whispered clasping your hand over his as you continued to glance over the paperwork in front of you.

“Ah, it can wait until tomorrow.” He said, moving your hair from your neck and placing kisses along up towards your ear.

“It is tomorrow, my love.” You replied, standing up.

His hands gripped your hips, trying to pull you back towards him. You turned and ran your fingers through his hair. He pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around your hips and pressing his forehead to your stomach.

“Fuck, I should get some sleep before the mayhem begins again.” He mumbled against you, the words muffled.

“Would you like me to go?” You asked, running your fingers through his messy shoulder-length curls. “You could pull out the sofa bed in your office and get an hour or two of sleep.”

He tilted his head back, looking up at you, and you moved your hands to cup his face. His big brown eyes never failed to make you melt when he looked at you. Hank moved his hands to the curve of your hips. His fingers absentmindedly fiddling with your belt loops.

“No, I…” He let out a long sigh and sat back in his chair. You leaned back against his desk in front of him and folded your arms.

His legs were splayed out, you between them as he propped his elbow up on the armrest of his chair and rubbed his hand across his lower jaw, letting out a sigh. Looking off to your left instead of at you. Even though he hadn't slept for the past day, he still looked as handsome as ever. His thick, dark curly hair always seeming to fall perfectly around his face, regardless of what he was doing. His moustache always sitting perfectly, no matter how many times he rubbed his hand over his face. He was slouching in the chair slightly, but it did little to diminish his large frame and broad shoulders. Hank was always complaining of back pain, as the doors of the silo were not built for men as tall as him.

“What is it Hank, you’re not breaking up with me, are you?” you joked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“No, I just think that with everything going on. Well, I just shouldn't be in an unsanctioned relationship. The sheriff is coming down today, and I just think it would be better if we had everything squared away.” He lowered his hand and began picking at the frayed edge of the padding on his armrest, not meeting your eye.

You let out a slow, long sigh, tilting your head to either side to crack your neck. It was a conversation, the two of you had been having on and off for months now. He had been ready to sanction the relationship the first week, you, however, were a little more hesitant. Most people in the down deep didn’t really both to get relationships sanctioned, at least not in the early days. Many waited years, only caring to get the officially sanctioned when they wanted to move in with one another or to have a baby.

“Well then,” you started, and he met your eye, those big brown puppy dog eyes silently begging. “Send in the paperwork, I know you’ve had it filled in for months now.” You whispered, unable to stop the smile from creeping onto your lips.

“Really?” he asked, leaning forwards in his seat, an exited smile on his face.

“Yep.” you replied, moving slightly to the side as he wheeled his chair forwards towards the computer to your left.

He clicked the mouse a few times and then grabbed your hand, looking up at you, the smile gone, a nervous expression in it place.

“What if they don’t approve it?” he asked, cupping your hand in his and bringing it to his lips.

He kissed it softly and sat back in his chair, dropping your hand and staring at the computer screen.

“Well,” you started, stepping towards him. You placed your hands on the armrests and climbed into his lap. His hands grabbed your waist, guiding you to make sure that you were balanced. You moved your forearms to rest on his shoulders. “We will just have to make use of the time that we have left. One last hurrah.”

You kissed him, tangling your hands into his hair. Moaning into the kiss as his hands squeezed your arse. He pulled away.

“Or the first of many legal activities.” he mumbled, peppering kisses on your lips between each word.

“I don’t think fucking the Sheriff's Deputy in his office is legal, my love.” you giggled brushing his hair out of his face.

“Yeah, I think I might have to arrest you.” He couldn't hide the grin on his face as his hands moved to the buttons of your shirt. “Might have to do a strip search to make sure that you aren't carrying any illegal contraband on your person.”

He undid the top button of your blouse, leaning forwards to place a kiss on the skin it exposed, then the next one popped open, and he placed another kiss on the skin revealed by that button. His hands fumbled with the last few buttons, hastily pulling the fabric from your frame and discarding it to the side. Hank the leaned forwards and kissed the top of your breast, just above the cup of your bra.

Your hands move to his jacket, pushing it back off his shoulders, his hands leaving your body just long enough to pull his hands from the sleeves and drop it to the side.

“Why are you wearing so many layers.” you mumbled, fumbling the buttons of his shirt, realising he was wearing a white t-shirt under it.

“Hey, you said I look hot in my uniform.” he mumbled against your breast.

“You look hotter out of it.” you replied, struggling with his buttons.

He let out a deep sigh and sat back in his chair, undoing the buttons you had been struggling with and taking his shirt off. He then pulled off the white shirt he was wearing, exposing his tanned, muscular chest. Dark sparse chest hair decorated his pecks, thicker darker hair trailed from below his belly button down under the waistline of his trousers. You pulled your bra from your body, and he smiled, leaning forwards and trailing kisses from your neck down until he took one of your nipples in his mouth. The sensation drew a moan from your lips as you tilted your head back, your hands tangling in his hair. He gently rolled your other nipple between his thumb and fingers, drawing more moans from you.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He mumbled against you, the vibrations seeming to travel straight down to your pussy that was already aching for him.

Then his hands were on the buckle of your belt, he fumbled for a moment, and then you felt it release. He pulled it from your trousers in one swift movement, kissing back up your neck before he popped the button of your trousers open. His hand moved down to palm you through your trousers, his other hand moving to your waist to help you roll your hips against him.

“Get on the fucking desk.” he commanded between kisses.

You reluctantly pushed yourself off him, he stood with you. Seemingly believing you were taking too long to obey his command. His hands moved down your body, scooping you up onto the desk in one swift movement. Hank pushed the files to the side and then kissed you once more before dropping to his knees, his hands grabbing at the waistband of your trousers at your hips and pulling them down. He was impatient, taking the underwear with the trousers and discarding them off to your left before he pushed your thighs apart, moving between your legs. He trailed kisses quickly down your thighs as one of his hands pushed against your stomach, prompting you to lie back on the desk.

You leant back, propping yourself up on your forearms, he smiled up at you running his hand though his hair to get it out of his face. He propped one of your feet on the chair and made sure the other leg was supported by his shoulder. Then he, in one swift, firm motion, licked from your entrance to your clit. One of your hands balled the paper resting under it into a fist as the other flew to grab his hair. He barely allowed you a second to process the pleasure from the first taste he had before he was tasting you again. Repeating the same motion, this time circling your clit with his tongue. Your head lulled back, and you moaned at the ceiling as he began to devour you. His tongue moved across your pussy, determined to draw as many moans from you as he could. He explored you with his tongue, just the way you liked it. Sometimes careful and slow, and then he would speed up chasing you to the edge before slowing down teasing you away from it, spurred on by your frustrated moans and the way you pulled at his hair.

“Please, Hank.” you muttered between moans as he pulled you back from your release once again.

You looked down at him, and he pulled away from your clit, making you whine a little as he looked up at you. Those big brown eyes filled with a cocktail of lust and love. His moustache slightly slick with your arousal.

“But baby, I like to hear you beg.” he whispered, his hot breath torturing your swollen clit as he pressed a rough kiss to it.

“Please, Hank.” you replied, your voice sounding pathetic.

He looked up at you with a devilish glint in his eye, and then began to devour your pussy with renewed effort. Chasing you once again to the edge. But this time he didn’t slow down or stop. No, he chased you all the way to the edge, his hands gripping your thighs to keep his face between your legs as you bucked your hips to ride out your orgasm.

Your heart rate began to lower as you regained your senses, you opened your eyes and looked down at him. He placed another kiss to your sensitive clit, making you flinch a little, before he stood. The low light of the room outlining his muscular frame and broad shoulders. The sight of him made your pussy ache with anticipation.

Hank unbuckled his belt, then undid the button of his trousers, pushing them down with his underwear. You couldn't help but gasp at the sight of him. Every time he went down on you, he always seemed to be thicker, harder, as though the act of eating you out turned him on more than you. He took himself in his hand and pumped his large fist along the length of himself before he stepped towards and pushed himself between your folds. The sensation of him rubbing against your clit made you clench. Teasing was his favourite thing, and even after the long shift he just pulled, he wasn’t about to skip it. He rocked his hips back and then forwards, slowly letting his dick rub across the outside of your pussy. The head falling to tease your entrance before sliding back up your pussy to your clit. You wiggled your hips in a vain attempt to prompt him to hurry and fuck you, but all it earned you was a thumb at your clit as he continued to rub his dick over the length of you. You tilted your head back towards the ceiling in frustration before looking back at him. He smirked at you as he rocked his hips back again, moving his hand to guide his dick into you as he gently thrust forwards.

His mouth opened slightly, allowing a moan to escape from it as he slowly moved into you. Both his hands grabbing at the flesh of your hips as he leaned towards you, fully seating him inside of you with a low grunt. You grabbed at his wrist as he barely gave you a second to acclimatise to the size of him before he withdrew him, self. Then in one quick thrust of his hips, he was back deep inside of you, drawing a moan from your lips and a grunt from his with the action.

Then Hank began to fuck you, slow at first, then he began to build speed as the thrusts started to become less controlled and more needy. He held your hand with one of his, interlocking your fingers together. His other pressed just below your bellybutton as he rubbed circles around your clit, ensuring your were racing towards the finish line with him.

Hanks thrusts grew sloppier and his breathing heavier. He dropped your hand and grabbed the flesh of your hip, fingers digging into your skin, not enough to hurt but enough for him to keep you in place as his thrusts became more needy and desperate. His other hand maintaining the stimulation of your clit. You could feel the heat building in your lower stomach, and you could see he wasn’t far behind.

“Cum with me baby.” he whispered, the thrusts becoming harsher.

Your climax came seconds before his, your back arching as pleasure ripped through you throwing your head back and causing you to scream at the ceiling. He came, too, with a guttural grunt and a harsh thrust followed by a few lazy ones before he pulled himself from you. His hands moving to your face, pulling you up to kiss him. He pressed his forehead to yours, the two of your still breathing hard.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to your lips as you sat up on the edge of the desk.

The sound of a notification came from the computer next to you. Hank pulled away from the kiss and turns to his computer, you catch his face and gently guide it back into your direction.

“Hey now, baby, I thought you needed a break from work.” You whispered, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone.

He was smiling at you, a glint of something in his eyes.

“We got sanctioned.” He said, the smile turning into a grin as he moved his hands to the armrests of his chair.

You turned to look at the computer screen. Sure enough, there was the response from IT, green letters that read RELATIONSHIP: SANCTIONED.

Before you even had time to turn and kiss him in celebration. He stepped to the right and stooped, pulling his trousers back up his legs. He then stooped again, picking his shirt up from the floor and pulling it over his head.

“So where the hell are you going then baby, surely we should celebrate.” you replied, turning your attention from the computer screen to Hank.

“That’s precisely what we're going to do, Darlin’.” He moved back towards you, pulling his buttons down onto his arms and quickly doing up the buttons.

“So why the hell are you putting your clothes back on then, Hank?”

He smiled at you as he tucked his shirt into his trousers, buckling up his belt.

“We are going to celebrate.” He stepped forwards, putting his hand on your chin and tilting your head up towards him. “I’m going to make sure that everyone knows you’re mine.”

He placed a delicate kiss on your lips before pulling away and continuing to dress.

“Then why do you look like you’re about to leave?” You asked, stepping down from his desk and picking your trousers up from the floor and pulling them on.

“I'm putting my clothes on,” he started pulling on his jacket. “Because, you and I are going to walk hand in hand all the way back to my apartment where we are going to have round two.”

He met your eyes as he spoke the last words, a smile playing on his lips as he stooped to pick your shirt from the floor, handing it to you, your bra in the bundle of fabric.

“Well, make sure you bring your cuffs.” You replied, hurrying to get dressed.

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I wish these two were a thing

credit to me

[onnetonprinsessa]

I need deputy Hank content right now! Nothing is more disheartening than starting a new show and getting a character crush only to find there are no pics or edits or fics of said character

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— US TRASH ANIMALS GOTTA STICK TOGETHER

my most talented and kind beloved @derelictheretic blessed me today with this absolutely delightful portrait of worst girl jestiny and her best boy hank, and i shall remain forever in awe! when i say dean kills it every time i mean he kills it every time, and i am eternally grateful!

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Chicago P.D. Season 12 Episode 1

all this did was remind me of how much i hated the final episode of last season. the way they really made it seem like hailey was the only one who genuinely cared and wanted/needed to find voight.

are you serious? the season before last deadass started pretty much almost the exact same way . . .it's actually pretty damn annoying

ugh. but whyyyy. this random ass detective??

um. no. no one gives adam nicknames.

KIM. why why why. i wanna see some burzek. like now.

the way this girl is like jittery all over the place ... oh maybe a man... or not???

AHHHH!!! nahh. yeahhh, this man, this man is funny af.

mannn, i did miss how fucking crazy hank is!!!!

i've always loved the way that voight says ruzek

seriosuly though, voight is pissing me off

he used to fucking talk to adam, but now he doesn't

damn. that rabbit was creepy as hell.

bruhhh!!! this damn man Rabbit I'm loving this man ⎯ he is funny as hell

oh helllll fucking nahhhhh, not my damn baby adam

i know adam was feeling sooooo much in that moment

they are really not a unit right now - this is willddddd

soooo, over 30 minutes in, and still no kim. no kim. NO FUCKING KIM. you've got to be shitting me.

also there's been no makayla, not even a makayla mention at the least.

hank is wildinnnnn mannnnn

the old hank voight would have at the very least checked in on adam, pulled him off to side, check and make sure that he was really REALLY okay.

42 minutes . . . 42 minutes. 42 mf minutes, and we still have no Kim

lol, not the we have no idea. with that underlying tone of stress

oh yea. thissssss is the old hank for sure. this man, this man.

i just. i can't.

lol chapman actually cracks me up...

i feel like something bad is about to happen

aww. adam helped her get back in the field

oh nooooo. omg.

poor adam.

he never gets a break.

never. never.

like give that man a break.

i should've known better. i liked her, so of course they had to rip away immediately. she seemed to gel so well.

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Billy Postlethwaite as Deputy "Big Guy" Hank in SILO (2023)

1.05 “The Janitor’s Boy”

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Chicago Fire and PD 12x15 Spoilers

I am more upset about them killing Monica Pascal than anything else that happened in Chicago PD.

PD was so mid and I didn’t really like or care for last night’s episode. I hate the way Chapman looks at Hank. I hate that they were going to go out for drinks. I hate all of it. And the Reid thing… I dunno, I guess it’s an “interesting” plot, but it feels tired, and especially feels weird with Nina around. We got along just fine without her pining after Hank and hanging out in Intelligence all of the time and being so righteous. (No other ASA has ever just “hung out” in the bullpen like she does. If she wants to be a cop, she should join the academy. 🙄)

Anyways, I only caught the ending of CF but Monica dying was the worst thing they’ve done since killing Shay/Brian. Why can’t Dom just be happy? I hate that they did this to us, and I don’t even care for the show. I just like Dom and Ritter at this point. I like Violet most of the time and Novak, but Violet’s shit with Carver is ugh. She deserves better than him. Everyone else is meh. And I don’t care for stellaride, it’s so overdone and I wished one of them died instead of Monica.

Anywho, I’m just really upset they killed Monica and I won’t be okay, and if they make Pascal leave after this season just to put Herrmann in there, I’m gonna low-key be upset, because Pascal is such a good character and I like his dynamic. (I will die on the hill that Stella was being over dramatic about him and was unjustified from the beginning. 🙄) But I guess Pascal doesn’t quite fit with the “morally high” firefighters idea, so of course they want him gone. (Again, 🙄)

Point is, I hate it here. Chapman needs to go instead of Monica. I’d make that trade every time. Dom deserves to be happy. Hank deserves to have someone who actually understands him in his corner (like Trudy). Hank doesn’t need to fall in love and I just really hope he turns her down or she dies.

Also where the fuck was Adam, bro. I hate that they just exclude characters and don’t even say anything about it. Like at least give Kim or Kevin a line that says Adam’s with his dad or taking time off or something?? That pisses me off every time it happens with any character. Another 🙄

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i like this episode

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In light of James Earl Jones recent passing I thought it would be nice to celebrate his life and career by highlighting some of his major TV works.

Unfortunately most of these shows have not made the leap to online streaming and it’s possible they may have never even been released in any form of physical media. I hope one day we may see these shows available for viewing again but for now I’ll share what I could find of them.

Gabriel’s Fire (1990 - 1991)

“The main character, Gabriel Bird, was played by James Earl Jones. He was a former Chicago police officer who, over twenty years prior, had been wrongfully sentenced to life imprisonment for the murder of a fellow police officer. In fact, he shot the officer to protect a defenseless mother and child whom the officer was about to murder in cold blood during a 1969 police raid. Unbeknownst to Bird, the raid had been merely a pretext for the police to attack the members of a militant black nationalist organization.

This incident in the character's background was inspired by the 1969 death of Black Panther Party leader Fred Hampton, who was shot and killed during a raid upon his residence conducted by Chicago police and other law enforcement personnel. On the show, the street on which the raid involving Bird had occurred was identified as "Hampton Street".

After serving about twenty years in prison, a human rights lawyer decides to work for his release as his testimony is needed in another case. At first, Bird opposes any attempts to release him, as he became accustomed to life in prison, but after his release takes place against his will, he begins to get used to life as a free person and uses his time away from prison to help other people who are wronged by society or the authorities.

When Bird is released, he starts working as a private detective, hired by the lawyer who had helped free him.” (Source)

James Earl Jones won the Emmy for Outstanding Lead Actor in a Drama Series for his role in this show.

While this show is unfortunately unavailable on streaming services I was able to find someone who had uploaded a recording of the first episode on YouTube (unfortunately I could not find the rest of the series at this time). There do not seem to be any DVD or physical media copies of this show.

Paris (1979)

“Los Angeles Police Captain Woody Paris (Jones) is the supervisor of a team of rookie detectives, led by Sergeant Stacy Erickson (Cecilia Hart) and including officers Charlie Bogart (Jake Mitchell), Ernesto Villas (Frank Ramirez), and Willie Miller (Michael Warren). Hank Garrett portrayed Deputy Chief Jerome Bench, Paris' superior, and, in an unusual turn for police dramas of that era, Paris' home and off-duty life was given considerable attention, with Lee Chamberlin portraying his wife Barbara. Paris additionally moonlighted as a professor of criminology at a local university.” (Source)

This show is also unavailable online and I could only find DVD listings on a few obscure sites so it’s unclear if any physical media of this show truly exists. However I did find a short clip of its theme (unfortunately it’s just a short clip of James Earl Jones in the intro sequence followed by the rest of the music over a blurry image of him).

Pros and Cons (1991 - 1992)

"Gabriel Bird is a former Chicago police officer, who, over twenty years prior, had been wrongfully sentenced to life imprisonment for the murder of a fellow officer. He was exonerated and subsequently became a Chicago private detective (as seen on Gabriel's Fire). Bird then moves to Los Angeles, where he teams up with another private eye, Mitch O'Hannon. Bird also marries his love interest, Josephine, She had been the proprietress of a café where Bird had begun frequenting shortly after his release, at first for her good, homestyle cooking, but soon, primarily for her companionship." (Source)

Once again this show has not made the leap to streaming and there have seemingly been no DVD or physical media releases of it. However I did find a clip of a short promotional spotlight for the show.

Heat Wave (1990)

"Heat Wave is a 1990 American thriller-drama television film about the 1965 Los Angeles Watts Riots" (Source)

Heat Wave was a made for TV movie and also starred: Blair Underwood and Cicely Tyson.

James Earl Jones won the Emmy for Supporting Actor in a Movie or Miniseries for his role in this movie.

This movie is available for streaming on Amazon, Apple TV, and Fandango at Home. And it looks like there are some DVD copies for purchase on Amazon, Ebay, and other sites.

Here is a promotional trailer for the movie.

CW: Police Brutality and Racism

I hope this has bean able to shine a light on a lesser acknowledged section of James Earl Jones extensive acting career and legacy. And I hope one day those shows of his that have been seemingly lost to time may yet see the light of day once again.

[the-unidentified-author]

NSFW Headcanons | Deputy Hank | The Silo

Warnings/ Tags: SMUT[NSFW], smut, minors DNI

No one asked for this but I just love this character so much I just needed it. The first one of these I have written in a long time so sorry if its bad. x

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He is super cuddly, thoroughly enjoys being close to you afterwards. If the session is a little rougher, he always makes sure you're okay. Every so often he will even get up to cook something for the pair of you to refuel before round two, or just because he enjoys taking care of you. He truly loves being close to you in the aftermath, having you fall asleep in his arms is basically his happy place.

B = Body part (Which part of his body he likes the most of his and which of yours he loves the most)

Hanks favourite body parts of himself are his shoulders and arms (yes, I know that’s two.) Men in the Down Deep pride themselves on their physicality, and being the Deputy of Grease Town means he has to be able to often times over power anyone who gets a little rowdy or breaks the law. This wasn’t something you had particularly thought about before, His uniform does as good job at hiding just how well built his is, so it was a surprise, a welcome one when the two of you were first intimate.

His favourite part of your body is your thighs. He likes touching them holding them. He likes placing his hand under the table and squeezing them at dinner. He likes it when you wrap your legs around him when he carries you to the bedroom. He loves the way they get big when you straddle him. But his favourite is when they are either side of his head as he eats you out. But honestly, there isn’t a part of your body he doesn’t like, his hands are all over you the second you accept his advances, it’s almost like he can’t touch enough of you at once. He just really enjoys touching your body and feeling you close to him.

C = Cum (Where he likes to cum)

He likes to cum on you if the situation allows it, but he loves to cum inside you. Something about the way it seems to connect you on a level that is beyond just purely physical. Every woman in the silo has a birth control implant so there isn’t any risk of the two of you conceiving a child any time soon. However, he secretly hopes one day the two of you might get a chance to bring one into the world. God knows he will thoroughly enjoy the act of trying to conceive.

D = Dirty Secret

He is a really good artist and hidden under his bed are some drawings he has done of you from memory. Just intimate moments the two of you have shared, he likes getting them out on nights the two of you can’t be together, pleasuring himself to the memories the drawings prompt. He really enjoys drawing your body but doesnt know how you would feel about him having these images so keeps them secret from you.

E = Experience

He has had a few girlfriends, people in Grease Town don’t care all that much about getting relationships sanctioned so everyone usually keeps their relationships to themselves and even though he’s a Sheriff's Deputy, Hank is no different. However, he jumped at the chance to get the relationship between the two of you sanctioned. He really just liked the idea of every man around in the Down Deep knowing that you were his. He knows exactly how to show you how much you are his, there is never a time you are left bored or wanting more when you are intimate with him.

F = Favourite Position

There are a lot of positions he loves. He really likes it when you ride him, he likes watching your breast bounce as you bonce on him and it means he can touch all of you. He also understands that it is tiring so as soon as he feels you start to slow he wraps his arms around you holding you still and fucks up into you. He knows it is one of the best positions for a woman as you control how deep he is inside of you and you can grind on his dick to get maximum sensation. Then there is also doggy, he doesn't like it as much as it doesn’t feel as intimate but he appreciates how quick and easy it can be when the two of you don’t have a whole lot of time. Hank also quite likes missionary, even though it is considered pretty vanilla. He enjoys that he can kiss you as he fucks you and that he can hold your legs and fuck you as fast and slow as he likes.

G = Goofy, or not during sex?

Sex with Hank wouldn’t be as fun if you didn’t laugh at least once during it. He always keeps the mood light without destroying the intimacy or the connection the two of you have. He is a strong believer that sex should be fun for both parties. There are moments when he can get a little serious, especially when the passion takes over but there is never a moment where you don’t feel safe when he’s fucking you. Even though he is so physically huge and could defiantly overpower you if he wanted, you know that he would never do anything that would make you feel unsafe or scared during sex. He gets off knowing that you’re having fun and enjoying what he’s doing to you.

H = Hair

Everyone knows Hank takes pride in his hair, both the hair on his head and his carefully groomed facial hair. Overall, he is a pretty hairy man but not the point where its excessive. He has chest hair and a little happy trail that disappears under the waistband of his trousers. He had told you one that he saved below the belt line completely clean, but in his words, it made his dick look naked and afraid. Something, now he just trims it short.

He doesn’t care about you having body hair, he does comment on how smooth your legs are after shaving when you have the time to do it. He, however, says that he doesn’t give a damn how much body hair you have because there is nothing that could make you look any less feminine and fucking beautiful in his eyes.

I = Intimacy

He is romantic during sex, and he likes talking you through it especially giving you little pet names as he fucks you. Occasionally they are cute and make you laugh other times they are a little more degrading but never hurtful. Hank enjoys when sex is fun and compassionate. He likes telling you how good things feel in the moment and how good you are at certain things. He is definitely someone who enjoys communicating during intimacy.

J = Jack Off

He can’t remember ever jacking off as much as he doesn’t now before he met you. He might reason that it’s because shit has totally hit the fan in the silo and he doesn’t have as much spare time to come and see you as he would have had previously. But there is also a part of him that knows that there is something about you that sparks something inside him. Sometimes he is sitting at his desk and his mind will just wander to you and that’s all it takes for him to get hard. He would never openly admit to you the amount of times he’s jacked off behind his desk thinking about all the things you and him had been doing the night before. He also likes to do it in the shower, it’s private and the clean up is a little easier. He is also turned on by the idea of shower sex but he is not quite sure how to approach that subject with you yet.

K = Kink

He enjoys spanking you, not to the point where you are actually getting hurt but he likes to see the ripples in your ass cheeks after the impact. Never enough to actually hurt you but he does like to see a slight red handprint on your ass. He sometimes does it during sex but then he doesn't really enjoy doggy style so instead he usually spanks you when you walk past him. Extra points when you are getting dressed and you walk past him, your bare ass on show.

L = Location

He loves it when the two of you fuck at his place. There is just something that he likes about taking you on every piece of furniture in his home. He especially enjoys waking up to you lying next to him in the morning. He likes playing house and hopes that one day you will agree to move into his place so he can spend more time with you.

He secretly, however, also likes it when the two of you fuck in his office. The fear that someone might walk in and catch the two of you at any moment turning him on like no other. The idea of one of the men walking in and seeing him balls deep in you as you moan his name. The way that the news would spread so every man in the down deep knew you were his and his alone. He is however, cautious that you wouldn’t enjoy that so ensures to lock the door to give you and him a little time to compose yourselves if anyone does come knocking.

M = Motivation, what turns him on?

He is mostly always ready and doesn’t really say no to you all that much. He does however enjoy it when you tease him a little, which doesn’t happen all that often because he would never openly admit that he likes it. Neck kisses and you sitting on his lap are some of the things that really turn him on. He really enjoys seeing you naked and does get a little frustrated when you shyly cover yourself with your towel or an item of clothing. he also likes it when you palm him through his trousers, something about the touch being so intimate but then not getting the full experience due to the fabric both frustrates and exits him.

N = NO

Hank wouldnt enjoy anything that would involve saying things that are too derogatory to you, he likes a little dirty talk and doesn’t mind calling you a slut or other such words. However, anything that gets too close to feeling like real hatred or anything that would physically hurt you beyond the classic light bruises and hickeys is a big no for him. He is turned on by his partner being comfortable in the moment, if you showed genuine fear towards something he was doing it would be an instant turn-off for him. He is all for a little role playing but things being safe and consensual is a big must for him, perhaps due to the fact he’s a Sheriff’s Deputy and he has a strong moral compass.

O = Oral

He likes receiving as any man does, but only when you want to. As previously said he gets turned on by how much enjoyment his partner is getting from specific acts. So when you such him off you make sure to moan and really go for it to show him that you are having fun pleasuring him and you feel safe and comfortable doing so. He likes holding your hair while you do it, but is sure never to push you or be forceful with your head as he wouldn’t want to see you struggling. He does however, like it when you challenge yourself to see how far down your throat you can take him all by yourself. He always cracks a smile when you can’t make it all the way down to the balls, a smile you quickly wipe from his lips by bouncing your head up and down.

He loves giving, it is one of his favourite things to do. He really enjoys listening to your body and making you buck and moan as he eats you out. He doesn’t care if he gets any sex from it afterwards either and due to this you enjoy it quite a lot as there is no expectation of anything from you. No that you wouldn’t fuck him after he gives you oral as he is so fucking good at it half the time you end up beginning him to fuck you as you’re so overstimulated from cumming with just his mouth that you need him inside you. One of his favourite moments was when he ate you out on the kitchen counter, mostly because you had no sheets to ball up in your hands so you spent the whole time with your fingers tangled in his hair, and then every time you came you squeezed his head between his thighs .

P = Pace

There are times when he takes his time, really makes sure to listen to your body and fuck you just how you like it. Then there are other times when he is fast and rough and the sex is almost animalistic. It depends on the mood the two of you are in and how tired you both are. Quickies tend to be a little faster and rougher but then there are also times when the two of you have a whole evening to yourself but he still wants to fuck you fast and have you bucking and squirming in pleasure under him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes a good quickie especially as mentioned in his office the slight fear of getting caught turning him on. Or if the two of you get time to take your lunch break at the same time on the rare occasion you are both free at the same time. He appreciated them and understands sometimes they can be fun and fill a need. However if the two of you have time then he wants to take time. He is really turned on by how your body reacts to his touch enjoys making you cum a few times before any penetration of sorts actually happens, and in order for him to do that there needs to be a good amount of time. He thinks quickies are fun but defiantly prefers longer sessions.

R = Risks

He does like risky sex in his office, but then the two of you never fully undress so he sacrifices being able to see all of your body while he is fucking you. The biggest risk he would want to take is both of you naked in his office as he fucks you on his desk, but he hasn’t quite been able to convince you to do it with him yet. He is a law enforcement officer and you believe that because he isn’t able to take risks with his job he takes risks with you. Kissing you in a corner in public before the two of you were in sanctioned relationships. Marking up your neck so you have to go to work with hickies all over your neck. He enjoys when you give them to him as well but you have never dared to give him more than one that can been seen above the line of his work shirt for fear that the Sheriff would come knocking to arrest you for marking up one of their officers.

Hank is more than happy to experiment in the bedroom, he is turned on when you are so there isn’t really anything you could bring to him that he would be uncomfortable doing. Unless it was physically hurting you. He has recently been enjoying the two of you doing a little roll play in the bedroom even though you keep insisting that he role plays as himself and handcuffs you to the bed. He’s just patiently waiting for the day you put on his uniform and handcuff him to the bed.

S = Stamina

Hank due to how fit he is has remarkable stamina, he is able to chase fugitives through the depths of Grease Town until they themselves get too tired to keep running. He is also physically strong so there isn’t a position he doesn’t have the strength to fuck you in for as long as it takes for you to cum. You were surprised by his strength and stamina but eventually you came to realise how fun it is going multiple rounds. He always makes sure to check in on you and make sure you’re doing okay as he knows he could probably go for longer than you and he doesn’t want to wear you out too much as you both have demanding jobs.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He is open to using toys in the bedroom, but he isn’t all that sure how you would get them in a place like the silo. The things the two of you usually class as toys are different outfits or the cuffs that come along with his police uniform. You love it when he fucks you in his office, his uniform still on his Deputy badge on full display.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is something that Hank loves to do, whether it is plaming you through your trousers or underwear in the moments before sex. Or if it’s leaning down and whispering something dirty in your ear in a crowd full of people and watching you squirm. He enjoys the way you react to his touch and to the things he says to you. He does however wish you would tease him a little more back and is hoping that he can build your confidence enough to do so.

V = Volume

When the two of you started hooking up he was quite reserved with the noises he made during sex, you began to notice he was holding back a lot. It was only when he neared his own climax did he actually moan and grunt as his self control lapsed a little. The sounds he made really turned you on. So you eventually told him you would prefer it if he didn’t hold back. This made it considerably easier when you were blowing him, the sounds he made guiding you on what he did and didn’t like. He is now only careful to keep his voice down when you’re in his office.

W = Wild Card

He sees a future with you and isn’t sure how to talk to you about it. Hank isn’t really one that’s all that good at recognising and discussing his feelings as many men in the down deep aren’t. But he really just wants a future with you, moving in together marriage. Maybe even a child somewhere down the line., this is particularly out of character for him as he has had a string of relationships that haven’t been anything but physical but there is something different about you something he doesn’t want to loose.

X = X-Ray, what is he packing.

Hank had never been one to care all that much about how big his dick is, but then again he doesn’t have a reason to care. He is dick is large but in proportion to his body. When he is standing naked he looks like an average guy but he is six foot three, very much on the tall end of the range of heights in the silo. His dick is long but thick and he claims he has never actually measured it something you defiantly think is a lie as he is simply a man after all. The length of it never keeps you wanting and the slight upward curve it has really ups the pleasure when he fucks you missionary. To say he is well endowed would be an understatement but unlike most men that are packing he actually knows how to fuck. Lets just say there are moments were he makes sure you feel every fucking inch of the thing.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He never thought his sex drive was all that high but then does anyone really know as people don’t often talk about how regularly they have sex. He was used to once or twice a week but since he met you and the two of you became officially sanctioned, he became a lot more regular with how often he needed it and you were more than happy to accommodate this. He isn’t afraid to initiate sex with you and knows how to take a firm but polite no if you aren’t in the mood. He is excellent and determining when you’re in the mood, but typically he will tease you and let you be the one to start any interaction. he enjoys it when you tell him when you want to jump his bones, and it took you a little while to get over the reluctancy you had at the start with being the first one to say you want to do it. Hank was reassuring and there isn’t often a time that he says no to you and when he does it either through pure exhaustion from a long day at work or due to him having to go to work.

Z = Zzz

If the two of you are at home, then he is particularly quick to fall asleep. only after he makes sure you're happy then he will curl up with you and fall right asleep. He loves having you rest your head on his chest, after sex and just thoroughly enjoys being close to you afterwards. For Hank, the intimacy and compassion doesn’t end after the two of you have reached your climax.

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[viperixsworld]

mutant file (logan howlett x fem!oc)

name: michaela isabella fiore

alias: natura

day of birth: june 22nd, 1968 (32 in X Men 1)

height: 5'6

category: mutant (alpha level)

abilities: chlorokinesis, toxikinesis, toxic immunity, genius

residence: xavier school for gifted youngsters

occupation: doctor and biology teacher

affliction: x-men (since 1990)

state: alive

history

"early life"

Michaela Isabella Fiore, born on 22 June 1968, daughter of Paul and Francesca Fiore in the borough of Brooklyn, New York. Both are children of first-generation Italian immigrants to the United States. Working class, they ran a flower shop in North Brooklyn. Currently retired.

The first mutant gene samples are demonstrated in a biology class during primary school. According to the teacher's reports, during an experiment where students were asked to grow a bean in a beaker, Fiore's plant grew "abnormally". Other school reports state that, during high school, girls who were picking on Michaela reported to the teacher that Fiore had planted manure in her lockers. It was never proven.

Michaela continued her studies and was awarded one of the Xavier Scholarships for Gifted and Talented Youth at New York University, where she graduated with a major in Botanical Biology and Toxicology and a minor in Genetics,where she met Sara Kinney. She later obtained her PhD at Oxford, with a thesis on assisted mutation in various plants for medical purposes.

"xavier school for gifted youngsters and X Men"

Since her doctorate at Oxford in 1990, Michaela Fiore has been a registered biology teacher at Xavier School for gifted youngsters. She is also a member of the X Men team, along with Scott Summer alias Cyclops, Jean Grey alias Marvel Girl, Ororo Munroe alias Storm, Kurt Wagner alias Nightclawer and Hank McCoy alias Beast.

However, Fiore's work is more oriented towards laboratory work and the development of new ways to treat the injured mutants who come to the school.

Some field missions are recorded. Despite little hand-to-hand training, Fiore's skills allow her to get the upper hand in a ranged fight.

During the 2000s, the X Men had several clashes with the notorious ex-terrorist Magneto and his Brotherhood of Mutants. As well as battles against the government against the Mutant Registration Act and the "Mutation Cure". Both Dr. Fiore and Dr. Grey advocated against both of these in Congress.

During this time, new members join the X-Men: Remy LeBeau aka Gambit, Anna Marie aka Rogue, Piotr "Peter" Nikolaievitch Rasputin aka Colossus, Robert Louis "Bobby" Drake aka Ice-Man, Katherine Anne "Kitty" Pryde aka Shadowcat and Logan Howlett aka Wolverine.

...

2006➜ ERROR, FILE NOT FOUND

ONE SHOTS SET AFTER DAYS OF FUTURE PAST

Currently, the X Men grouping is still unleashed by Scott Summers aka Cyclops, Ororo Munroe aka Storm and Logan Howlett aka Wolverine. Michaela Fiore does not take part in the field missions and shares the position of deputy director with Dr. Jean Grey.

The Sentinel menace was stopped in 1973 by a mutant named Mystique, who saved the president from Magneto.

currently, 2024 (nobody's dead, we're all happy and forgetting the timeline, FUCK TVA)

The school remains the same as it has been all these years, but the threats don't stop. Recently, records came in about a trafficking of mutant children being experimented on by an illegal organisation on the Mexican border.

The X Men are working on it at the moment.

character analysis

Michaela is a kind and optimistic person. Over the years she has gained more experience and control over her powers, which makes her a confident person. At first she was reluctant to be introduced to the X-Men, but her colleagues convinced her.

She spends much of her time in the underground lab at X-Mansion, alongside Jean Grey and, on occasion, Hank McCoy.

Her first encounter with Logan, aka Wolverine, was not a pleasant one. The mutant awoke from his coma (induced by the Professor) altered and confused, so he attacked Michaela and scarred her back with his claws. Michaela, in response, put him to sleep with chloroform, until the Professor arrived.

The two slowly, slowly worked out their differences.

For their personalities clash quite a lot. Logan is a lone wolf, while Michaela is all about teamwork. But according to Cyclops, they're both equally annoying.

Despite appearances, constant bickering and "mutual hatred", there is a pact of respect between the two. They will never say it to each other's faces, but they are very fond of each other. (Everybody knows it, except them).

now some headcannons

The X Men affectionately refer to Michaela as Mickey or Dr. Mickey.

Logan refers to her as "kid".

Mickey refers to him as "old dog".

Mickey wears a necklace with a St. James medal, a legacy from her paternal grandfather Jimmy Fiore.

Mickey doesn't know that Logan's real name is James.

The children shipped their biology teacher and the history teacher (i.e. them).

Michaela was upset after Logan's departure after fighting Magneto.

And when he left again.

And again.

He has commitment issues (no shit).

Apparently he always fixes it when he comes back.

The X Men always party when he comes back, they go to a bar a few miles from the school.

Our girl can't stand alcohol (she's given Logan endless lectures on the problems of alcohol), but on these occasions she has a margarita or two.

Bad idea.

She's a lightweight.

Very funny until she throws up.

Logan always ends up looking after her.

But not without laughing the next morning, delivering her own sermons against her.

Again, children SHIP them.

Bobby tried to lock them in a classroom. It was fun until Logan chased him all over the mansion.

Logan offers to teach Michaela how to fight.

She has improved a lot.

He always ends up in a cold shower.

Sometimes they are found in the kitchen at night, or in the greenhouse or laboratory.

Logan suffers from chronic nightmares, about his past, about Weapon X, PTSD...

Michaela is only used to little or no sleep. She lives in a mansion with hundreds of children, there must always be someone awake.

They do not normally speak at these meetings.

The next morning it's back to normal.

Michaela lives in coffee.

Logan hates coffee.

Logan always makes Michaela coffee.

They will end up together. For sure. But there are bets hanging around.

Even Magneto, in his plastic prison, asks the Professor for updates.

"Any news on...?" "Not that I know of." "For God's sake, Charles! You're a mind reader!"

ONE SHOTS

incoming...

[juicycoutureheaux]

Fixer Upper

This is an AU with sheriff!Leon x innocent!farm girl reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

I usually don’t write for Leon, but I felt inspired to write after a work inspired by Lol I felt like the story idea was fitting for his character. This is set in another time, around the 1950s, so there will be some sensitive topics that my personal values DO NOT align with. We can’t change the past but we can change the future, I will put TW but if I miss anything please let me know, I would love to be accommodating. Let me know what y’all think if it’s good enough to be a series or if I should even want to entertain the idea.

This fic was inspired by a new friend who I have been so excited to be able to get to know over a short period of time. thank you for everything @heavennights , you're an amazing human.

Y/N wiped the sweat from her brow as she leaned over the truck’s steaming engine.

It was her daddy’s old Ford truck and she wasn’t even supposed to take it out this long. She cursed herself for not bringing her tool set, but she didn’t anticipate the truck to get overheated so quickly either.

You wanted to cry, you were dreading the tongue-lashing you’d get from your daddy when you got home. Y/N had just turned 18 earlier that month, right before she graduated high school. 

You wanted to go to college,learn about space, and how to get there; but mama & daddy said it was a waste of time, they would never let a woman work at NACA; no matter how hard she tried. 

Instead, Daddy had pulled in a favor from one of his childhood friends that worked at the police station and got you a job there as a secretary. Daddy prayed that Y/N would settle down with a good man that could take care of you. The farm was going to be passed down to your older brother, Hank. 

Hank was already married with a child on the way. His wife, Mary-Anne, was one of your only friends. She was two years older than you but they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. 

You were deep in thought when you heard tires coming down the dirt road. She turned around and saw the flashing lights coming from the vehicle's top. 

When the vehicle came to a stop, you realized you hadn’t recognized the man getting out of the front seat. You couldn’t help but stiffen up at the stranger and felt a cold shiver down your spine despite it being close to 90 degrees outside. 

You couldn’t deny the man was handsome; his clear skin was complemented by his stormy blue eyes. His features mirrored the men in the magazines, his hair longer in the front and slicked to the side. His official Springfield County Name tag read “Deputy Kennedy.”

You must have been staring too long because he smirked at you playfully. It made you blush.

“Looks like you have a dilemma here, darlin.” He said, his voice lacking the southern accent most people had in this area. 

“Oh…uhm…” you said timidly looking at the broken down truck. You were sure you had never seen this man before despite working for the local police force. She knew the sheriff's position had opened up but didn’t realize they had someone in mind since Chuck DuBois had resigned.

“You’re not in trouble, sweetheart. I’m here to help.” He smiled a toothy smile at you. 

You couldn’t help but return it meekly. “I was trying to get home, but my engine overheated,” you said, trying to choke back tears. “I can walk up the road to Parker’s Gas station and call my daddy, I don't want to waste your time.

The man looked at you shocked. “In this heat, sweetheart? You might as well call the coroner now.” 

It was a hot day, and your hairline growing damper by the second. 

“Let me take you home, I’m sure we can get your daddy out here and we can fix the truck for you.”  He opened the passenger door for you and you gladly accepted.

“Deputy Kennedy” cranked the car and the radio blared to life playing “I Walk the Line” by Johnny Cash.

He extended his hand to you. “I realized I didn’t introduce myself; I’m Kennedy, Deputy Leon Kennedy,” he eyed you up and down absentmindedly. “And you are…?” 

You blinked. “Oh, I’m, “Y/F/N, Y/L/N.” 

Leon looked at you for a minute, before he asked, “That last name, is your father Farmer L/N?” 

You shook your head.

Leon smiled at you brightly. “So you’re my new secretary! Damn, this town is really tiny!” He laughed. 

You couldn’t help but giggle along with him. What were the chances?

You decided to be brave and get to know your new boss. 

“Where are you from?” 

“I’m actually from Colorado, but I moved to Georgia about a year ago.” 

“That’s really neat.” You said meekly, not quite sure how else to respond.

“I guess, have you ever been?” 

You shook your head, “I’ve never been out of the South, but I would like to ride on an airplane one day!” You said excitedly.

His handsome features turned into a genuine smile. “I know you will, Y/N.” 

You blushed and they rode together in comfortable silence until his car pulled down the long driveway of the farmhouse.

Y/N’s father and mother were waiting for her outside the farmhouse. You gulped and suddenly felt like a small child.

Leon let out a deep whistle. “Looks like they’ve been waiting for you.”

He exited the car, waved in the direction of her parents, and opened the door for her. 

She hesitantly got out and walked up to the house. Y/N’s father was the first to talk.

“Where the hell have you been?” He looked at Leon. “And why the hell are you wasting the deputy’s time to escort you home? Why didn’t you call?” He raised his voice.

You were scared to answer, you were shaking and very upset to get the courage to speak. 

“Sir, I insisted that she ride with me. The truck she was driving had broken down and she wanted to call, I felt that it would be more efficient to just take her home.” 

Y/N’s father’s glare softened. “If you insisted,” was all the rugged farmer could say.

Your mother grabbed you to take you inside, but you resisted slightly, thanking Leon for his Kindness instead. 

He tipped his hat, “No need to thank me, miss.” he said genuinely, “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow morning at the station.” 

He walked back to the patrol car and drove away, the dust from the unpaved driveway following him. 

Your mother wasted no time in pulling you harder than before, into the farmhouse.

“Y/n!” she scolded. “What were you doing accepting a ride from a man you had never met before? I hope Patrick’s parents don’t hear about it!” 

You cringed. You were so taken up with Deputy Kennedy’s kindness, you had completely forgotten that your parents had set you up with someone else.

Patrick was a young, college-educated fellow whose parents were influential in not just your town, but the entire southeast. Your mother was absolutely delighted when his mother, Suzanne approached her in church one Sunday and suggested setting you and Patrick up.

According to Suzanne, you were a charming match for her son, you had no reputation of being “fast” and came from a good god-fearing family. 

You had never interacted with Patrick before, despite your brother Hank having gone to school with him. When you asked Hank about Patrick, Hank scoffed. “That guy is known for being a candy-ass, but popular with the ladies. He was always playing backseat bingo with some floozy.”

“Mama and Daddy want to set me up with him.” She confessed to Hank. “Miss Suzanne insisted we meet.”

“You’ve got to be kidding, they’re that desperate to get you off the farm? I knew you were talking about that NACA stuff, but I didn’t think they were listening.” He said bluntly.

“What are you talking about?”

“They don’t want you going to college, Y/N. They want you close to home, that space shit, its just a bunch of bullshit.”

Y/N felt her ears get hot. Sure, she wasn’t the smartest, but she had won the Science Fair three years in a row, all of her projects inspired by NACA. She was interested in how intricate mathematical equations could put men into space.

“It's not bullshit.” She said quietly. 

“I know it's not bullshit to you, Y/N; but people around here, they don't know the difference.” 

She decided to end the conversation and head up to her room after that.

The next day she was dressed in her Sunday best waiting in the Armstrong family’s Parlor. It would be her first time meeting Patrick. He came strolling in, dressed in preppy casual attire, oblivious of his surroundings.

She rose to meet him. “Oh, darlin’ don’t you get out of that chair, I didn’t think you’d be here so soon.” You blushed at him calling you a pet name so quickly. 

“I apologize, I didn’t know what to expect.”

“You’re too polite! I know why my mother had such an interest in you.” He said proudly.

You analyzed his features, his eyes were dark but expressive; his windblown hair had soft curls. You thought he was quite handsome, no wonder Hank had mentioned him being so popular with the girls. 

He sat down next to you, smelling of aftershave. You were enamored with him already, none of the boys at school ever paid you any mind. You could have never imagined holding a princely character such as Patrick’s undivided attention. 

As you two were starting to engage in casual conversation, an older woman in a maid’s uniform brought in a tray of iced tea & other refreshments.

“Thank you, Lavinia.” Patrick said passively. 

Lavinia just bowed silently and hurried out of the room quietly.

You had never been served by anyone before. You were so shocked you couldn’t even focus on the fact that Patrick was eyeing you carefully.

“Sooo, what do you do in your spare time y/n? Surely you don’t spend all your time entertaining farm animals all day.” 

That last part of the statement caught you off guard. Is that all he thought of you as? A simple farmer’s daughter?

You laughed awkwardly. The laugh was more for Patrick’s comfort as he was obviously proud of his poor attempt at humor. 

“I enjoy reading to the animals,” you said sarcastically. You looked as Patrick’s handsome features contorted into an expression between confusion and genuine concern.

“That was a joke,” you rushed to say. “I enjoy reading, but obviously to myself.”

Patrick’s face relaxed, relief spreading over his features. “Oh, that's neat! What do you like to read?” 

“Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles is one of my favorite books.” 

Patrick looked at you, the confused look coming back to his face. “That's…interesting.” He said, trying to be polite. 

“What do you like to do?” You tried to direct the conversation to himself.

You quickly learned Patrick loved to talk about himself, he couldn’t stop talking about his various “Achievements”. 

You listened patiently, thankful that he probably wouldn’t ask you any more questions about yourself; you didn’t want to embarrass yourself further. 

After he listed off his various conquests of sailing and horseback riding, he began to scoot closer to you.

“I think this has been a wonderful meeting, mother was right, you are quite beautiful.” He said, brushing stray hair behind your ear.

You blushed, you had never been touched like that.

“Do you think we could meet again next week? I would love to take you out.” 

You nodded enthusiastically.

“Wonderful!” He checked his wristwatch. “It looks like it’s getting late, would you like me to take you home?”

You looked at him hesitantly, you were unsure about having another man drive you home. 

“Don’t worry,” he said, an almost devious look shone through his eyes, “I don’t bite.”

You reluctantly agreed and soon you were in his 1956 Red Corvette. It was a sporty thing, he insisted riding with the ragtop down. He handed you a pair of sunglasses that were hiding in the glove compartment.

“You’ll need these.” He said as he put his own pair over his eyes.

He looked perfect. How could he be anything less? His life was absolutely charmed. You wondered if he ever felt out of place, of course not.

As the two of you were riding in the car, he moved his hand closer to you, slowly and put it on your knee.

You felt butterflies in your stomach, completely overwhelmed by all the new sensation. Wind blowing your hair violently, the scent of summer and Patrick’s warm large hand on your bare knee. 

The ride was over too soon for your liking. You handed the sunglasses back to him.

“Keep ‘em sweetheart. You’ll need them again when I pick you up next time.” He winked at you. 

You felt like your knees were going to turn to liquid and you felt like you couldn’t move.

He leaned over and gave you a peck on your cheek and you almost fell over. 

You quickly gathered your things.

“T-thank you for your time. It was really nice!” You stuttered out. 

“Anytime Sweetheart.”

When you got to the door safely and waved goodbye he started the car and rolled away. 

You would be dreaming of this moment for a while. 

[the-unknown-dagger]

Meet The Deputy!

She's a ex-S.Q member, being abandoned (so she believes) on a mission that should have killed her, Hank and the others left before the rest of the building could come down on them from a set trap.

Sheriff and his team investigated and found her, taking her in, he contemplated on just out right putting her out of her misery. But instead he gave her prosthetic limbs (left arm and left leg) she was thankful and in so much debt she joined M.E.R.C becoming Sheriffs right hand woman she was known as Deputy. But she still goes by the name Parah.

Was playing pokemon and thought that she would definitely be a Lucario

[kboo1999]

Chicago P.D. Season 12, Episode 2: "Blood Bleeds Blue"

yaeah forgot, how still big mad i am at them for this

oh ruz

this is not what to do sir

is this going to be the "new" actual officer

oh wow...if this is her, she's showing her toughness

ahhhh!!! yessss!!! atwater!!!!

i love that kev was the first from intelligence to come to adam's side

i guess i did kinda miss patrol being more involved...it was just different when it was burgess & atwater or even burgess &

yes for telling him to grab it

cook. lol.

oh no. ruzek is going silent deadly mode...

anyone else find it interesting how anytime that they've introduced a new female character, kim has NOT been in that particular episode...

ugh. hate this.

"he's just a tiny little thing"

officer cook is pretty hilarious it seems

boys? plural?? hold up. whatttt??????!??!!??!

oh yeahhhhhh torres!!!!

lol. dante. hank calls him dante now???!!!?!?!!?!!!

i really hope that next epsiode 12x3 brings the same that 11x3 brought with all the. domestic Burzek

i love all this multi team up between units, teams, etc - patrol, all of platt's people, and more - people being concerned about martel

yeahhhhhh, this officer cook is funny as fucking hell. she really said, "dumbass"

oh..no...kevin's face. it says it all.

omfg. i guess martel really had a lot of people that liked her..

ugh. poor ruzek.

really hank???

OCD teams...

these kids trip me fucking out!!!! like immediately taking defense against the cops just because

this kid is very knowledgeable, though

yyeaaahhhh. this dad, daryl. he screams bad news frf

lol. not i didn't want to know. that should tell you all that you ever need to know about someone.

yes officer, yessss!!!

oh no.

i forgot he even had the blood on his hands to begin with

yes. see officer cook. yes. good.

um...so the kid grabbed a gun.

exactly why the hell. ohhhhh. yep. so the kid is going after his dad. at least that's what I'm assuming

bruh. these people and aiming guns at the cops like that ...

ugh. and these damn kids.

really kid?? really?

yes, torres yes!!!!!

lol. not the my dad's crazy.

"until you hear direct word from officer ruzek" agh!!!! ⎯ i love that, adam deserves to be in charge of these things again, he's more than earned it, and been in intelligence the longest.

lol damn - adam was mother fucking ready

and boom. it all goes boom.

aww, hank's little run up to adam and trying to get through to adam is wild.

really dig officer cook.

sooo, maybe it's adam that's going to get his gold shield then?

um interesting. so we're going straight into a atwater centric episode.

ADAM RUZEK

oh ruz

god. poor ruz.

and kim is not here to be with him.

this is not what to do sir

ruzek goes crazy when. in vengeance mode, we know that

aww, the way that adam says, "he's just a tiny little thing"

soooooo, is he ever going to at least give kim like a quick call or text to let her know that he's at least alive??

awww, kim is calling!!!!

but seriously, lol wow, it's like i just knew there connection would lead to kim and adam

i am curious as to if makayla stayed with adam, or if she's with kim at her little conference

not adam knowing it's hank before he even pulled into his peripheral

and she calls againnnnn!!!!

awww!!!!! the pic of Kim & Makayla as Kim's contact pic

lol your wife. the fact that she assumed it was his wife. like yes duhhhhh!!! DEFINITELY HIS WIFEY!!!!

soon to be.

awwwhhh.

you can't!!! you just can't???

OMFG. ADAM. DO NOT BE THIS VERSION OF ADAM AGAIN. please!!!!!

oh hell. adam!!!

yes. this reminds me of OG ADAM RUZEK!!! ⎯ the adam that i feel in love withhh

oh no. ruz. he's shaking so bad

so based on the progression and word usage of this episode, I'm going to go out on a limb here, and assume that it's adam that's going to be promoted to detective

OFFICER COOK

the toughness

she really without hesitation dove into partnering up with adam

officer cook is pretty damn hilarious it seems

this chick is funny!!!

she really without hesitation dove into partnering up with adam

"dumbass", lol i cannnnooooottttt, she's funny lol

yes officer cook, yessss!!!

that was a nice little love tap to the side of the car there officer cook

oh hell!!!!!!

he really drove off with her ass on the hood.

and then she still hung in there and got a damn shot off

she's a badass. i like her. i like her a lot!!

ATWATER

love that kev was the first to get there for adam from intelligence

kinda hate that atwater seemed to have been "stuck" (can't really think of any other word for it then that)

DISTRICT 21

i love that they finally showed us some of the rest of the district

it's been a really long time since they've all been keyed in and involved

TRUDY (MF) PLATT

oh trudyyyyy lol. i missed ma ladyyy, hardcore!!!

yessssss, platt heard intelligence, and was like hell fucking nah.

platt heard the ruzek part and was hell nah bruh

god. seriously. i love a trudy platt.

the way that trudy loves adam is just ahh.

BURZEK

soooooo, is he ever going to at least give kim like a quick call or text to let her know that he's at least alive??

i am curious as to if makayla stayed with adam, or if she's with kim at her little conference

and she calls againnnnn!!!!

lol your wife. the fact that she assumed it was his wife. like yes duhhhhh!!! DEFINITELY HIS WIFEY!!!!

soon to be.

awwwhhh.

you can't!!! you just can't???

OMFG. ADAM. DO BE THIS VERSION OF ADAM AGAIN. please!!!!!

OFFICER RUZEK & OFFICER COOK

lol wife!!!. the fact that she assumed it was his wife. like yes, YESSSSS DEFINITELY HIS WIFEY!!!! - adam's little "soon to be", i am loving this whole thing

“officer cook you alright?” - the slight desperation in adam’s voice there

the way that adam gave props and recognition. a wonderful man.

HANK VOIGHT

the way that hank walks when he's rushing. lol.

DANTE TORRES

aww, dante torres. one of the best additions to the team..

seriously just mmmm. another torres sighting.

torres and this car crack me tf up!!!!

it's a good way to stay undercover though

god. the way he talks. *sigh* i love him.

i love torres and all his tats

i also just love dante torres as a whole. he's an amazing and delicious man

forgot how amazing and quick torres is. such an on your feet thinker….

you can tell he cares soooo much too...

DEPUTY REID

Deputy Reid…yeah. seems like he's going to be a good addition, fr fr. maybe we can actually keep him

PADDY

well damn paddy. what did you do turning your off break?? cause babbbbyyyyyy, them muscles are yelling 💪🏼