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Chester and the Jesters (FNAF SB fanfic) C7 - One clever idiot, two soft fools

In Summary:

The new tech sure does seem a little strange. Chester (at least, that's what their name tag says) doesn't seem as concerned as they should be about the high turnover rate here at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, or the numerous rumors about what happens to people who take the night shift. And to make matters worse, there seems to be some kind of criminal on the loose! The cops say they think the criminal is hiding out in the woods somewhere near the pizza-plex. Stress is high at the plex these days, but Chester is stoic as ever. Say, come to think of it, no one can seem to remember where Chester's application went or who they interviewed with. Their employee file is misplaced or missing just like everything else in this place. But the new tech does a good job completing their tasks, and has their own badge and everything, so of course they must belong here. It's not like someone would sneak into the plex and go this far out of their way to impersonate a low level technician. Right??

Things To Know (always read responsibly!):

Biggest warnings are for blood, death, knives, murder, the police, violence, also the OC is at one point hit by lightning. All fun stuff

About 70,000 words in total, 9 chapters, so roughly like. 7,500 words per chapter

This is an OC story, not a reader insert or a self insert! But if you want to imagine otherwise be my guest lol

Angst, fluff

OC x Sun & Moon, there's romance but zero spice

Occasional swearing

Heavy focus on Sun and Moon but most of the rest of the gang is there too :)

Afton doesn't exist, sorry peepaw, Vanessa is here but she's very chill. She's a kickass gamer girl lmao

Moon does an attempted murder but its fine. He's just a lil guy ok

OC uses they/them and also sign language most of the time

Impersonation, lying. There's also manipulation. Yall I wasn't kidding about the angst

There's also a lot of focus on how they're all robots, very cool robots with feelings lol

That's all I can think of, as always please lmk if I should add anything!

Ao3 Link: Right here!

Start reading here: Chapter 1

Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

C7 - One clever idiot, two soft fools

     The thing about all of this was that it wasn't supposed to last this long.

     From the shadowed roof of the complex, Chester could see for themself that the authorities were still there. At the edge of the parking lot, at the base of the hill leading up to the main road, were a pair of white vans and a standard police cruiser.

     They thought about leaving. The tree they'd climbed over to the roof on was gone, likely having collapsed during that first storm. Still, they could lower a fire escape ladder and climb down if they wanted to.

     It was just that things had gotten so complicated, and the longer Chester stayed, the worse it got.

     Chester took a seat and leaned their head back against the door. They turned their gaze to distant indifferent twinkling lights poking through the void.

     No matter how much they might want to deny it, they were getting close to people here. Sun, Moon, Vanessa, Monty, even Cappy seemed to tolerate them a lot more these days. Chester was lying to all of them, tricking them into thinking Chester was a good person, worth trusting, worth having around.

     They weren’t supposed to have stayed here for this long. They weren’t supposed to have made friends, gotten involved here. Yet here they were. It wasn’t like they had any other options, but still.

     Maybe they could try living in the woods.

     Chester took off their glasses and pressed their palms over their eyes and sighed. They weren’t sure how much longer they’d have to go on like this, but they could suck it up for a little more time. They’d just have to wait it out, keep laying low, not get any more involved than they had already, and then…

     And then? Chester had no fucking clue. They supposed they’d figure it out when they came to it. No use in making plans; if there was one thing Chester was certain of it was that their plans almost never worked out like they should, if they worked out at all.

     Chester pushed themself up to their feet. They put their glasses back on and turned to face the door. There was a security panel by the door now instead of a lock. They had their lockpick tools on them just in case, as they always did, but they hadn't needed them in a long while. Their name badge allowed them entry, and they pulled the door shut behind them. Down the stairs, Chester could see the door leading out of the stairwell and back into the main building was open and waiting for them.

     “Thank you for all your help,” Chester told the walls. They walked down the steps and back into familiar low neon lighting, deep purples and blues and reds and greens tossing hued shadows over the patterned tile floor. Despite everything, some things hadn’t changed at all since that first night. Chester still felt like an intruder here.

     “There you are.”

     Chester jumped. They turned to see Moon, hunched in his usual fashion and standing several decent paces away. “Hello, Moon. Nice to see you again.”

     “Where are we off to tonight?” Moon asked, his head tilting curiously. His hands were folded securely behind his back.

     “Nowhere. I’m off work tonight, just wanted to take a walk,” Chester signed.

     “Ah, so that’s the reason for your… exciting attire.” Moon studied Chester’s shirt.

     Chester looked down. They were wearing their Hawaiian shirt instead of their usual uniform. “…I’m on island time.”

     Moon laughed. The sounds was much lighter and more melodic than Chester was expecting, what with how low and quiet Moon’s voice usually was. Moon’s laugh only lasted a moment, but Chester was already trying to think of some way to get him to laugh again.

     “Why did you come to work here at the pizza-plex?” Moon asked.

     Chester turned away from Moon. They made their way over to a bench, taking a seat before responding. “I couldn’t turn down the opportunity.”

     Moon came closer, though he paused a few feet in front of Chester and crouched there, pressing his knuckles to the floor to help keep his balance. “How boring.”

     “Sorry to disappoint.” Chester rolled their eyes. "So you and Sun used to run the daycare together, huh?"

     "…Yes." Moon spun his faceplate slowly, his nightcap miraculously remaining firmly atop his head.

     "You said before that you had never met Sun. Sun says you two had different shifts, but it still seems strange to me that you two never even crossed paths. So… was that a lie?" Chester asked.

     "It's not your turn to ask a question," Moon stated.

     "Oh. I didn't realize we were still doing that." Chester folded their arms and resigned themself to being patient for their answers. "Okay, ask me a question then."

     "Any question?"

     Chester smiled. "Is that your question?"

     Moon's face spun again, quicker this time. "Is that your next question?"

     Chester couldn't help a small laugh. "Oh dear. I think this game is getting away from us."

     Moon hummed. He idly traced the patterns on the floor with a finger. "Where did you work before you came here?"

     Chester's smile vanished. They thought about the truth. They vividly remembered delivering packages to empty warehouses, jimmying open cars in the night, being handed paychecks of simple stationary envelopes full of cash from the person Chester hated most in the world. He'd smile wide at Chester's hesitation and clap them on the back. Chester hated when he'd smile like that, like he knew how they felt and he enjoyed it. Well, he certainly couldn't enjoy it anymore.

     They couldn't tell Moon the truth. They didn't want to lie, either.

     Chester settled on a sort of compromise. "I was something of a personal assistant. I mostly… delivered."

     "Hmm." Moon scrutinized Chester for a moment.

     Chester quickly moved on to their next question. "My turn then. Do you know Sun or don't you?"

     "I do. I know him well," Moon stated. He didn't elaborate.

     "Then how could you have never-"

     Moon raised a finger, cutting Chester off. "Not your turn." He wagged his finger from side to side, as if scolding a child for stealing candy.

     Chester huffed. Moon chuckled. He adjusted, moving from crouching to sitting, folding his legs.

     "Why did you leave your old job?" Moon asked next.

     Chester leaned their head back, desperate to finally be done with this subject. "You seem very interested in my old job."

     "Just getting to know you," Moon said casually. "Answer the question."

     "Alright, jeez. You know, with all these nosy questions, you sure do remind me of Sun."

     Moon stared at them. Chester couldn't be sure what he was thinking, they hadn't learned how to read him just yet.

     "I quit because… I had… a lot of conflict with my employers," Chester explained. "How could you have never met Sun if you know him well?"

     Moon hummed. He fiddled with the ribbons tied around his wrists and leaned back. "I couldn't ever see him in person. I cannot be in the daycare when the lights are on, only when they're off. But we would still talk and leave notes for each other."

     "Oh." Chester studied Moon. They wondered if he had only been cagey with them on the topic to annoy them.

     "What's your biggest regret?" Moon asked. He was studying Chester again, watching them carefully.

     That answer was easy enough to come to. Chester stared down at their hands, resting in their lap. They thought about their old boss again. They could still remember how he'd looked, his still body at Chester's feet, next to the body of his horrible business partner, and next to two knives, both covered in blood. Chester remembered being surprised at the sheer amount of blood. People really do have so much more blood in them than you think.

     Chester took a breath. "My biggest regret… is not making a joke about Margaritaville when you asked me where I used to work."

     Moon chuckled.

     Chester was at a loss of what to say, so they tried the age old trick of turning the question back around. "What's yours?"

     Moon's hands stilled, falling into his lap. "I think you know."

     It actually took Chester a moment. They had to work back from what they knew about Moon, and what he might possibly regret that they would know about. "…Ah." Of course. He'd hurt them. Chester felt a little silly, having let it slip their mind so easily.

     "How are you healing?" Moon asked. He tapped the right side of his faceplate. The blue light came on briefly in his eyes.

     Chester reached up to touch their own head. The wound was no longer visible, easily hidden in their hair. They could still feel it, though. "I'm actually surprised at how fast it's healing. The bruises are still there, but you can't really see them through the hair. And I'm hardly ever dizzy anymore."

     Moon's faceplate turned away. He folded his arms. "That's good," he said softly. He made that mechanical clicking noise he sometimes made, rapid and quiet little clicks like a camera shutter filling the brief silence.

     "What's that noise for?" Chester asked.

     "Noise?" Moon looked at Chester again. "Oh, right, the clicking. When I had that incident with the night guard, after I… hurt her. She hit me with her flashlight, before running out of the building. Got me right in the eye. It flickers in and out of night vision sometimes now." Moon reached up and tapped at his eye, metal finger making a tnk tnk sound on the glass of his eye.

     "Oh. Come over here, let me take a look at it." Chester pat the empty bench beside them, beckoning for Moon to join them.

     Moon looked at the bench, then at Chester.

     "I don't bite, I promise." Chester pat the bench again.

     Moon slowly got to his feet. He approached the bench carefully, almost like he had half a mind to bolt. He sat down next to Chester, keeping his fists firmly on his lap.

     Chester scooted closer and carefully took the edges of Moon's faceplate in their hands. The shadowed half of his face felt strange under their thumb, like the paint was thicker than it should have been, or like it wasn't paint at all but a strange, slightly porous material. They angled the plate down towards them so they could get a better look at the damaged eye in question. It was hard to see in the dark, so they leaned in close. Under the red LED, they could just make out a ring below the glass. The ring popped forward and backward a centimeter or two in rapid motions, like the inner workings of a camera struggling to focus. Chester could hear the quiet clicking as it did this. They realized they could also hear the whir of fans. They could feel warm air on the tips of their fingers on the back of Moon's head, where the fans were venting out the hot air.

     "Are you alright? Your fans are running," Chester commented.

     "Fine. Hush." Moon pulled away. He scooted to the other end of the bench.

     "Alright, well, I didn't see any damage on the outside. I'd have to take a look on the inside to fix it. Do you want to head down to parts and service?" Chester offered.

     "No," Moon said quickly.

     "Don't you want your eye fixed??"

     Moon's fingers tapped rapidly over his knees. "…It's creepy down there."

     "Oh. Yeah, I suppose it is creepy." Chester nodded. They hummed. "I could get my tools from the daycare?"

     Moon shook his head. "You're off the clock. No working off the clock."

     "…Do you think I'd get in trouble for that?" Chester wondered. "Hm. What if we just called it a favor for a friend?"

     "Friend?" Moon's gaze snapped back to Chester.

     "Unless you don't want to be friends?? Oh no, I didn't overstep, did I? I'm so sorry," Chester signed quickly.

     "It's fine." Moon quickly cut them off. "I'm just surprised you want to be friends with me, is all."

     Chester relaxed, though they tilted their head in confusion. "Why is that surprising?"

     "I'm not a very good friend." Moon's fingers closed back into fists. He gazed down at them, hunched low enough that the red light of his eyes glowed in the metal of his hands.

     Chester remembered when they'd said something similar to Sun. They remembered how they'd felt, their apprehension, how they'd been wary of letting Sun get close because they believed they weren't a good person. They still believed that. They wondered if that was how Moon felt, like he wasn't good. They wondered what it might be like for him, if he experienced loathing in the same way they did. Chester didn't want him to feel like they felt.

    "I'm really not so good myself." Chester slowly reached out a hand, stopping halfway between them, leaving it out as an offering. "Maybe we can be not great together?"

     Moon stared down at the offered hand. He raised his gaze to study Chester before looking back down. His fans were whirring again. Moon's hands curled and uncurled over his knees. Finally, he reached out. As gently as one might hold a kitten, he took Chester's hand.

     Moon wondered if he was going to regret this. For now, all he could seem to focus on was Chester's hand in his.

~~~

     Moon's head was full of screaming the whole way back to the daycare. Some of it was even his own.

     "Sun please," Moon pleaded.

     "We HELD HANDS Moon! They were SO SWEET, Moon!!" Sun cried.

     "Lets not ignore the rest of that whole conversation."

     "So they didn't want to talk about their old job. Big deal," Sun said dismissively.

     "Sun."

     "…They must have a good reason."

     Moon made it to the daycare. He stepped inside, quickly closing the door behind him. He stood near the light switch on the wall, but he didn't turn the lights back on just yet. "I get the feeling that Chester's 'good reason' is that they're some sort of criminal. Or they were, at least."

     "That's quite an assumption, Moony."

     "Sun, They carry lockpicking tools with them all the time. They have a duffel bag of stolen merchandise in the room. Don't get me started on the room itself, why else would they need to stay here??" Moon started to pace, pulling at the ribbons on his wrists. "I bet they're staying here because they're hiding. That's why they never seem to leave the building, either."

     "Still, assuming Chester is some sort of criminal is a stretch, don't you think?? Think about it. Look at the stuff they stole. A toothbrush, socks. Those are things that humans need, not want. I think they're just down on their luck, with nowhere else to go and no one to help them," Sun argued.

     "What about the lock picking tools?"

     "If they were living out on the streets before they came here, doesn't it make sense? They might have had to learn a few things just to survive. That doesn't make them a criminal," Sun said firmly. "Not everyone who breaks the rules does so to be mean. I'm also willing to bet that they were cagey about their past job because maybe they didn't have one. Maybe they've been out on the street for a long time and they just didn't want to say!"

     "Maybe," Moon relented. He sighed. "I suppose I was quick to jump to conclusions."

     "There, see?"

     "However. The idea that Chester simply came here off the streets is another assumption. One that you're very quick to jump to because you like them."

     Sun stuttered. "I-! Wh. I- Well! You like them too!!"

     Moon folded his arms. "We shouldn't make any assumptions either way. We need more information."

     "You didn't deny it!" Sun teased.

     "Neither did you," Moon shot back.

     "I suppose you're right. Assuming anything would be rude," Sun agreed.

     Moon stopped pacing. He leaned back against the wall and gazed out over the daycare. The shadows darkened and vanished in rapid succession while Moon's eye clicked quietly. "We especially shouldn't be casting much judgement when we're keeping secrets ourselves."

     Sun was silent.

     "Have you thought about how you're going to tell them?"

     "Yes. A little. I just… really don't want it to go badly. Even just imagining how that would feel…" Sun sighed. "Feels like a scan reading off information you already know, but the information is really bad news, like a major system error."

     Moon nodded. "You know you have to think of something soon. They'll figure it out eventually."

     "I knooooow."

     "Although, they haven't gotten it yet. Despite my occasional hints."

     "Yes, your hints." Sun sounded annoyed.

     Moon chuckled. "I'm just having fun. I get to tease you and Chester at the same time. It's wonderfully efficient."

     "Good for you." Sun sounded, somehow, even more annoyed. He huffed. There was a long pause, and then, "Moony… what are we supposed to do?? Feelings are so difficult, all the time. I almost miss when everything was simpler. When we just ran code and did our job."

     "…I can't really remember what that was like anymore. Like the memory files still run even though they seem incompatible. Everything from then is hard to understand."

     "Yeah." Sun hummed. "I wish it didn't hurt so often."

     Moon folded his arms tightly, like he was trying to hug himself. "At least we've got each other, right?"

     "Right!" Sun laughed. "Even if we don't have much choice. I'd still choose to have your back anyways."

     "You are my back," Moon replied softly.

~~~

     Chester walked into the employee breakroom. They ignored Vanessa's greeting and sat down heavily in the chair next to her. They slumped over and put their head down on the table.

     "Oh boy." Vanessa chuckled. She gave Chester's back a small pat. "Rough day?"

     Chester heaved a sigh. They picked their head up, only to put their face in their hands, knocking their glasses out of the way as they did.

     "What's going on bud?? Talk to me." Vanessa nudged Chester's shoulder. She pushed away her empty lunch box, sweeping up the trash from her lunch and quickly dropping it in the nearest trash can.

     Chester fixed their glasses. Finally, they turned to Vanessa. "I have a problem." Chester glanced over their shoulder. The few others in the break room weren't paying them any attention. Even so, Chester signed close to their chest so no one else would see. "I have developed. Feelings."

     "Oh? What, like a crush??" Vanessa asked excitedly.

     Chester hushed her. They glanced over their shoulder again. Once they were assured they were still in the clear, they went on. "You can't tell anyone."

     "I wont!" Vanessa mimed locking her lips and chucking an imaginary key over her shoulder. "Why the secrecy, though? Is it someone we work with??"

     Chester didn't reply.

     "It is, isn't it!! Oooh I wonder who it could be…" Vanessa tapped her chin. She paused, a frown coming over her face. "Aw man, it's not Kat, is it?"

     Chester shook their head. "No, not them. It's actually… two people."

     Vanessa gasped. "Double crushes!"

     "Vanessa, I need help. I've got no one else to talk to. I keep making stupid decisions, and I just… I need to know how to get over these feelings," Chester pleaded. Crushes were the last thing they needed. Things were already complicated enough as it was, and if they couldn't keep from getting closer to Sun and Moon because of it, they'd only end up in a world of trouble. They thought about the night before, how they'd offered their hand to Moon, told him they could be bad friends together. Right after deciding they shouldn't get any more involved here than they had already! They put their face back in their hands.

     "Get over them?? I thought you'd ask for my help in asking these two mystery lovers out," Vanessa said.

     "Please don't call them that."

     Vanessa smiled sweetly. "What, mystery lovers??"

     "Vanessa."

     Vanessa laughed. "Sorry, I'm just messing with you. So… I take it neither of them feel the same?"

     Chester shrugged. "I don't know. Probably not??"

     "Why not give it a shot, then?"

     Chester could think of a great many reasons, but not a lot of them were reasons they couldn't share with Vanessa. "I just… can't."

     "Hmm." Vanessa studied Chester for a moment. "Alright. If you change your mind… I make a pretty good wingman, you know. I could chat you up to these…"

     Chester gave her a look.

     "Love interests?" Vanessa tried. When Chester just kept staring at her, she shrugged and went on. "Alright. My advice to getting over a crush fast is to go out of your way to find things you don't like about them. A lot of the time, you get all caught up in a fantasy version of your crush and don't really think about their flaws. Seeking the flaws out can help break that fantasy, you know? And hey, maybe you find out they've got some super annoying habit that you can't stand. I used to have a big crush on this girl back in college, then I found out she liked to chew with her mouth open all the time. I got over that one real fast."

     Chester thought Vanessa's advice over. It did sound reasonable. "That's some good advice. I'll give it a shot. Thank you, Vanessa."

     Vanessa bowed her head and made a little flourish with her hand. "It was my pleasure, friend. Hey!! You're never gonna believe it- last night I finally got the golden house!"

     "Really? That's great, you've been looking for that thing for a while now." Chester eased back into their chair.

     "I know!! It was well worth the wait though." Vanessa dove into one of her long winded ramblings.

     Chester followed with ease, prompting Vanessa with occasional questions, though they just listened for the most part. It was nice, focusing on something light and normal for once. Not only that, but it was nice just to converse with a friend. Their break didn't last long enough before they had to get back to work.

     As the day went on and Chester slowly made their way through their task list, they kept Vanessa's advice in the back of their mind. They thought about how to put it to use. They'd get the chance soon enough- closing time was approaching quicker than they'd thought.

     Sun was there waiting for Chester when they got off their shift. The daycare had closed for the day a while ago, and it looked like Sun had already finished cleaning up. He came bounding up as Chester came through the door.

     "Hellooo~!" Sun sang. "How was your day?"

     "Not bad. How was yours?" Chester asked, stepping out of their shoes.

     Sun walked with Chester in stride as they made their way across the daycare. "Every day has its challenges. But I'd say everything went smoothly! Some of the kids were picking on a few of the others. I had a talk with them about how important it is to remember that everyone deserves to be treated kindly. They apologized all on their own and everyone got along the whole rest of the day!"

     Chester paused as they reached the stairs. "That's nice. You're really good with the kids." They caught themself as they started to climb, remembering Vanessa's advice.

     Sun stepped in tandem with them, watching to be sure Chester didn't suffer a sudden dizzy spell or trip. His hand hovered near Chester's back, not touching them, but ready to catch them just in case.

     Not big on personal space, Chester tried. Well. He's just watching out for me, he knows I have trouble with the stairs sometimes. He's actually being very nice and thoughtful…

     Wait. Fuck. This isn't working.

     They reached the room. Chester went to their little corner, where their bed and duffle bag were. They paused and looked at Sun, who had followed them over and was currently swaying happily back and forth.

     "Do you need to charge?" Chester asked.

     "Nope! All the kids were picked up earlier than usual today so I had some extra time. I've charged up already!"

     "Okay. Would you mind giving me some privacy? I'd like to change."

     "OH!! Yes, of course! Sorry!" Sun wheeled around and practically sprinted out of the room.

     Chester heard Sun fumble loudly down the steps, reaching the bottom in record time. They tried very hard to be annoyed, to find Sun's clinginess grating. They were having no such luck. In fact, they were struggling not to smile.

     Chester got changed quickly. They'd recently replaced their work shirt with a fresh one from the uniform closet, and they wanted to keep it as clean as possible for as long as possible. They knew from their attempts to wash their clothes in a bathroom sink that trying to clean clothes without a washing machine was a huge pain in the ass. Work shirt and hat dropped off in their duffel bag, Chester took a moment to check their little handheld mirror. They were halfway through trying to make their hair cooperate before they realized they didn't usually bother with appearances, besides looking decent enough for their work shifts.

     WHAT am I doing.

     Face warm, Chester immediately threw the mirror back in their bag. They left the room, feeling determined that they'd find something about Sun to be annoyed about by the end of the night. As they descended the stairs, they thought about having to do this all over again when they saw Moon. They'd figure that out when it came to it.

     "What would you like to do tonight?? I believe I picked last time at your insistence, so you should pick tonight," Sun said. He was excitedly rocking back and forth, the bells on his shoes jingling in tandem.

     He never stops moving. His energy is endless, Chester thought. They weren't really all that annoyed by this, though. In fact, it made it easier to tell what he was feeling.

     "Do you need some help picking? Maybe I could narrow it down for you?" Sun offered.

     Chester shook their head and focused. "Sorry, just thinking." They approached the board game shelf, eyes drifting over a wide collection of titles to pick from. Their mind drifted again, still trying to think of something they didn't like about either Sun or Moon. The task was proving to be far more difficult than they'd been expecting, and Chester was starting to get a little worried.

     Both of them could be nosy at times. Chester didn't think they'd have minded that so much if they didn't have their secrets to worry about, though. Moon seemed to enjoy teasing them, but Chester would be lying if they'd claimed to be actually annoyed by that.

     "Maybe if you're having trouble picking a game we could do something else??" Sun prompted.

     Chester had forgotten all about the games. They focused back on the shelf. They started to reach for one at random, but paused when they realized they'd just played chutes and ladders with Sun the other night. They looked instead for something new, lowering their hand.

     Sun made a quiet noise, too steeped in static to tell what it was meant to be. Chester glanced back to see Sun had his faceplate tilted up to the ceiling, his arms hanging limply by his sides.

     "…Impatient," Chester realized, mumbling the word aloud in their epiphany. With Sun's energy levels, there wasn't much room left for patience.

     Sun startled, faceplate snapping back down to look at Chester. His shoulders hunched and he folded his hands together. "I'm sorry," Sun said. He went on, quickly starting to ramble in his worry. "I didn't mean to… I've just been thinking and thinking and thinking all day long about spending time with you, and no one else uses up as much processing power all the time as you do and it gets to the point where I worry about if I need a system reboot but then I see you and it gets so much better and so much worse at the same time and I sure am talking a lot and I can't really seem to stop and-"

     "Sun." Chester grabbed hold of Sun's arms, cutting him off.

     "…Sorry," Sun said again. "I don't really know how to handle…" Sun's fingers started to fidget, quickly devolving into wringing together like he often did when he was nervous. "I'm sorry for being impatient. I think there's something wrong with me."

     Chester shook their head slowly. They moved their hands down from Sun's arms, taking hold of his hands instead, stilling them. "Sun… there's not a thing wrong with you."

     And I don't have a single fucking clue what to do about it.

     Sun was very quiet, save for the whirring from his fans. His gaze slowly turned down to look at his hands and Chester's, clasped together.

     Chester looked down as well. What the hell am I doing?? Chester quickly pulled their hands away and turned back to the game shelf. They grabbed the first box they saw- Battleship.

     Sun still seemed sort of stunned, but accepted the game.

     They got everything set up and went back and forth for a few turns, Chester deciding to use a spiral strategy to guess where Sun's ships were the fastest. They were doing their best to focus intently on the game.

     Sun looked up at Chester. "Hey. You being here makes me glad."

     Chester smiled. "Thank you, Sun." They felt an airy lightness in their chest. "You know flattery won't convince me to go easy on you, right?"

     Sun laughed. "Oh, dear! My plots have been foiled."

     They went back and forth, honing in on each others ships and cracking jokes as they went. Despite the jokes and the teasing, Chester didn't mind one bit whether they won or lost. They were having far too much fun to care.

~~~

     Between Lance and Rosa, Chester figured Lance would be the better of the two to approach with the employee profile issue. Lance seemed less likely to ask them prying questions about how they'd come about their information.

     Chester told him about the issue being that missing digital employee profiles and valid nametag barcodes sent conflicting messages, resulting in errors that the bots didn't know how to handle very well while in security mode. They told Lance about their paper copy solution, and how there hadn't been an issue with the bug since. They also told him about how getting other programs to run instead would get the bot in question out of the error situation as well. Lance wrote everything down and assured Chester that anyone else who ended up on the nightshift would be equipped with a paper copy of their employee profile, at least until the software division over in the upper management offices figured out a patch.

     As Chester was leaving, Lance stopped them.

     "Hey, Chester. I just wanted to say… you've been doing a really great job around here. I had a talk with Rosa, who says you're staying on track and getting through your night shift tasks. You've shown some good initiative and you've been a huge help. I can't say how much exactly, since it's more Rosa's department, but I can say that you're due for a raise soon. So, keep up the good work, okay?" Lance smiled.

     Chester did their best to hide their confliction. "Thank you," they signed. They left the office.

     I really am getting way too involved here.

     This was supposed to be a ruse. Chester might have been a fast learner, a good observer, but they still weren't a real technician. So then, why did they feel proud??

     The pride in and of itself was another mess of confliction. They did want to do a good job. They weren't sure when they'd gone from wanting to do the bare minimum in order to not be fired, to doing the absolute best they could at this job. It wasn't just them wanting to appear competent in order to not be found out anymore. They actually enjoyed the work they were doing, and they liked doing it well.

     WAY too involved.

     Chester decided to unpack this later. They did, after all, have a job to do.

     With that conversation with Lance out of the way at last, Chester found it much easier to focus on their tasks. Between that and asking the walls for help with getting around, they managed to get through a good number before it was time for them to go on break.

     Vanessa and Chester were in the middle of a discussion about exploiting bugs in games in order to achieve faster speed-running times when Katherine sat down at their table in the break room, effectively butting in.

     "Settle something for us, losers," Katherine said, pointing back at the table they'd come from. Two of their friends were watching on.

     "Yes, you would loose in a fight against either of us," Vanessa said. "Is that all?"

     "Oh my god, shut up. I could totally beat you both at the same time. But no, that's not what we were arguing about," Katherine said. They waved over their two friends, who reluctantly came to sit with Chester and Vanessa as well.

     Chester recognized one of the two, her long dark hair dyed pink on the tips. Her nametag read 'TECHNICIAN: Wendy'. She sat with Katherine often. The other was a new hire, their nametag reading 'TECHNICIAN: Ellis'. Ellis had short curly hair and a round face.

     "We were trying to tell Ellis here that the animatronics are actually like, sentient. They don't believe us," Wendy explained.

     "I mean, it's just AI isn't it? They have pre-recorded voice lines and follow programmed scripts," Ellis said.

     "How long have you been working here?" Vanessa asked.

     "Today's my second day," Ellis stated.

     "They haven't had much chance to interact with the bots yet," Katherine said.

     Vanessa nodded. "Well, they're sentient alright."

     "How can that be??" Ellis looked at the group in clear disbelief.

     "As senior technician here," Vanessa started, straightening up and smiling, "allow me to illuminate the situation. You see, a few years back when this place first opened, the robots weren't sentient to start out with. They were super advanced, sure. Technical marvels of the modern age, without a doubt. But sentience didn't happen till I think about a year or so ago, very roughly. It was about when I started working here, they were hiring lots of new techs on because the bots were having all these weird problems following a mass general update. Turns out, thoughts and feelings and general self awareness don't mix super well with rigid programming."

     Vanessa's expression turned serious. She folded her arms over the table and went on. "I know all the bots seem pretty chill now, but back when I first started they had it really rough. Some of them seemed to handle sentience better than others. They had to discontinue two animatronics who had gotten to the point where they were just unfit to carry on. They weren't totally sentient at that point, but they were aware enough that trying to exist in that state, self aware but confined to coding not intended for any of that… I really can't imagine how horrible it must have been. But yeah, besides that, when the AI update came out that made everyone sentient, it was implemented as an automatic general download and was sent out to all the bots in the plex at once. Programmers weren't even thinking about it, but the staff bots and wet floor sign bots also received updates through the network. However their processors weren't really built to handle all that like the animatronics, so they’re all very low level sentience."

     Chester was so lost in the horrifying speculation of what it must have been like for the bots at first that they almost missed Ellis's next question.

     "But… how do you know they're sentient??" Ellis's tone was different now, with a far most serious edge than before, after Vanessa's explanation.

     "Same way I know you lot are sentient. You have thoughts, feelings, ideas. The way the bots feel might look a little different from how humans feel. They're wired differently, so to speak. But rest assured, they do feel," Vanessa said.

     "…I'm not sure how to feel about that. Still don't know if I believe it," Ellis said.

     "Believe it, dummy. Just treat em like co-workers and you'll be fine. That's what I do," Katherine said.

     "I didn't know the staff bots were sentient to some degree as well," Wendy said. "It took me a whole month to figure out the robots were sentient."

     "Oh, yeah. I didn't figure it out for a while either." Katherine laughed. "Looking back, I really should have realized sooner. Chester seemed to get it pretty quick, though. When did you figure it out, C-bot?" Katherine nudged Chester's arm.

     "I guess I just… assumed right off the bat after my first conversation?" Chester couldn't remember having any sort of big epiphany moment. They'd just been so focused on not being caught in their ruse, it hadn't even occurred to them to question the sentience of their robotic coworkers.

     "Typical. Of course a robot wouldn't have any trouble accepting another robot as sentient." Katherine rolled their eyes. They straightened up and put on a neutral, tired sort of expression. They spoke in a monotone voice. "Hello. I am Chester. Here to assimilate into mankind. I must sit and observe the humans in order to blend in."

     Wendy laughed with Katherine while Vanessa rolled her eyes. Ellis seemed distracted by all the talk of robot sentience.

     "Chester clearly didn't observe you very well. They're far too polite and civil," Vanessa told Katherine.

     "They didn't observe you then either," Katherine shot back.

     "I apologize if my staring ever weirded you out," Chester signed. They'd assumed that no one had noticed them watching everyone else, but thinking back, they hadn't exactly been attempting to hide it.

     "I'm just fucking with you, Chester." Katherine pat Chester on the back. "Seeing as over half the damn workforce is apparently on break, someone had better get back out there. I'll catch you losers later."

     Vanessa checked her phone for the time. "It's about time for us to head back out there as well."

     Chester helped picked up any trash left on the table before leaving the breakroom with Vanessa.

     "Kat's insufferable," Vanessa commented, rolling her eyes. "They do a good job though, at least."

     "They do," Chester agreed.

     "I think she messes with you cause she's jealous of you. Before you started, Kat lead the whole division in task completion. Lately you've been giving them a run for their money," Vanessa said.

     "Really?? But… I'm still so slow," Chester eyed their task list over. It was dauntingly long.

     "Yeah, but I don’t think you've had a single task re-opened yet. That means no one had to come in behind you and fix something you did. Rosa's always going on about making sure we do tasks the right way the first time, regardless of how swamped we are, because it wastes even more time to have to go back and do a task over again," Vanessa said.

     "I see." Chester considered that for a moment. They supposed they didn't feel as terrible about taking their time on every task. "I just... Really want to do a good job. And not mess up," they explained, leaving out the reasoning behind this fear. How if they didn't take their time and puzzle through every task, someone might figure out they were just doing a surprisingly decent job of pretending to be a technician.

     "Right. You don't need to worry so much, Chester. Everyone thinks you do a good job." Vanessa winked at them. "Anyhoo, I'm headed off a different direction. I'll see you around, okay?"

     "See you." Chester waved goodbye to Vanessa. They looked back down at their task list, finding it to be a little less intimidating. They picked their next task from the list and got back to work.

~~~

     Chester thought they were doing an alright job of successfully avoiding their feelings, so far. It was a little easier with Moon than it was with Sun, since he liked to keep his distance.

     Moon was currently keeping Chester company for the last half of their night shift, walking with them around the plex as they ran diagnostic checks and worked through their task list. Moon kept his distance as usual, keeping pace with Chester but keeping as much space between them as possible, practically scraping himself along the wall. When Chester stopped to complete a task, he'd sit himself down a few decent paces away and watch them from a distance.

     Chester felt a little hesitant over being watched while they did their tasks, but most of their tasks tonight were simple but tedious tasks, all things they got the feeling the day crew had put off doing because they hadn't wanted to suffer through the boredom.

     They started working their way down the line of card-reading gates by the front entrance, opening up the little port panel in the base of each gate and plugging in the diagnostic scanner. All they had to do was wait for the little device to finish its business, unplug it, put the panel back in place, and move on to the next one.

     "Why do you like this job? This is boring," Moon commented. He spun his faceplate around lazily.

     "Every night is a little different. Tonight's tasks just happened to be more tedious," Chester signed as they sat back and waited for the diagnostic device. They loved nights like these, where the tasks were easy and they didn't have to stress about messing anything up or doing something wrong.

     Moon hummed. "You should tell me a story."

     "A story?? Why?"

     "Because I'm bored," Moon said simply.

     Chester rolled their eyes. "No one told you that you had to hang out with me."

     "Would you rather I leave?"

     "…Once upon a time," Chester started.

     Moon chuckled.

     Chester went on. "There was a lonely traveler. The traveler loved wandering the world and seeing its sights. They liked to be moving, going places. They spent their days and nights exploring magical mountains and discovering all sorts of strange creatures hiding in the nooks and crannies of the world." Chester paused, moving the diagnostic device over to the next gate.

     "One day, the traveler met a king who was very rich and powerful. The king had stolen and tricked his way to the throne, and his nefarious advisor guarded him and assured that no one would attempt to do the same to him. The traveler had wandered into the king's land by mistake, and the king decided the traveler must pay the price for their transgressions. So he and his advisor turned the traveler's legs to stone, so they couldn't wander the world anymore."

     Chester paused, fiddling with the small panel they'd removed from the side of the gate. They set it carefully back down on their knee and continued to sign. "The traveler decided that, to be trapped with the cruel king and his advisor, unable to travel the world any longer, was a fate worse than death. They'd tried everything they could to break their curse and turn their stone legs back to flesh, but it was no use. So, at last, they decided to pull themself off the castle balcony, and fell into the sea."

     Moon stared patiently at Chester, waiting for them to go on. Chester had been finished with their story, but upon realizing Moon wasn't satisfied, they decided to keep going.

     Chester moved the diagnostic device to the next gate and continued. "Then… The traveler was surprised to find that… the ocean tide was strong enough to carry them along. When they sank below the waves, they found an entirely new world to them, hidden below the water. There were coral cities and fantastic sea creatures and beautiful seashells. The ocean tide pulled them along, and they traveled once more, roaming the bottom of the seas. And they were happy."

     Chester looked at Moon again. Moon tapped his fingers over the floor as he considered Chester's story.

     "I'm glad the traveler was happy in the end," he said. "Thank you for the story. I wasn't expecting you to actually tell me one."

     "Oh. Well, you're welcome." Chester watched the diagnostic device as it slowly ran its little program. They waited until the screen flashed green, then moved it to the next gate. They looked back over at Moon, who was steadily getting closer as Chester made their way down the line of gates towards where he was sitting against the wall. "Sorry if it wasn't the best story. I hope you're not too bored. I do appreciate the company."

     "I liked your story," Moon said, "and your company is just fine. I haven't gotten to talk to anyone in a while. The bar is very low for you."

     Chester smiled. "Glad to know I meet the absolute bare minimum." They fiddled idly with the small panel for a moment. "Do you miss working in the daycare?"

     "Of course," Moon said softly. "…I miss the kids. Even when they didn't want to settle down for naptime, or fought over stuffed animals. It was still… fulfilling. Watching over them."

     "That's sweet." Chester imagined Moon, quietly watching over the kids of the daycare, tucking them in for naps. "I hope things get put back to normal for you soon. I talked to mister Baxter about the whole employee profile issue, so I'm sure you won't have to wait for too much longer."

     Moon nodded. Chester watched him wrap his arms around himself in a loose hug.

     Chester wasn't sure how to comfort Moon, though they wanted to very much. They got the feeling he was a little more upset than he was letting on. They weren't sure if Moon felt the same about his position in the daycare as Sun did about his, but they knew it must have been difficult for him regardless. They decided instead to try for a distraction. "Your turn."

     "My turn?" Moon's faceplate rotated a few degrees.

     Chester nodded. "Yeah, you tell me a story now."

     "Hmm." Moon refolded his legs and tapped at his chin. "Okay. Once upon a time… there was a jester who served a mighty king."

     Chester raised an eyebrow at Moon. Moon put a finger over his grin, shushing them.

     "When the king told the jester to dance, the jester danced. When the king told the jester to sing, the jester sang. And when the king told the jester to smile, the jester obeyed."

     Chester went through the motions of moving the diagnostic device along to the next gate. Their focus was entirely on Moon.

     "The king’s word was law, and was bound by magic. No one had ever broken one of the king’s decrees before, though some had tried. None were able to break the magic. The king on his throne was entirely untouchable. The jester knew this very well.” Moon paused, his gaze turning down to his hands. “When the king told the jester to gather the stars from the sky for him to decorate his crown with, the jester had no choice but to comply.”

     Diagnostic device forgotten, Chester sat and stared at Moon, waiting silently for him to go on.

     “The jester did everything they could. They built the tallest ladders, they tossed up lassoes of the longest ropes, and they even climbed the highest mountains trying to reach the stars for the king. But the stars were always too far away. They could not satisfy the king, but they could not disobey him either. The jester, stood atop the highest mountain, searched for a solution. They found the top of the mountain was home to many gorgeous stones and jewels that shimmered and gleamed just as bright as the stars. So the jester took some of the jewels back for the king, claiming they were stars plucked from the sky. The king was satisfied, and fixed his crown with the false stars. The king seemed none the wiser, but the jester always knew, every time they gazed upon the king. They knew the real stars were forever unreachable in the sky above.”

     Moon looked up at Chester, finished with his story. Chester sat back, thinking the tale over.

     “I think the jester did just fine. Even if they couldn’t reach the stars,” Chester remarked. “Mountain jewels are just as nice.”

     “They failed the king,” Moon said.

     “They didn’t, though. The king was satisfied in the end. Isn't that what mattered?” Chester pointed out.

     “…Maybe.”

     Chester realized they’d forgotten about their diagnostic device and quickly went to move it along to the next gate. Once it was running, they turned back to Moon. “Thank you for the story.”

     “You’re welcome.”

     “What is it with these fantasy kings, huh?" Chester offered a light laugh.

     Moon chuckled. He kept his gaze on Chester as they moved next to him, plugging the diagnostic device into one of the last gates. He stiffened, like he wanted to move away, but remained where he was.

     "Feeling okay?" Chester asked.

     "Fine." Moon turned his faceplate away. He fiddled with the ribbons around his wrists. "Wondering if…" Moon trailed off.

     Chester eyed him curiously. When he didn't continue, they prompted him. "Moon?"

     "Forget it." Moon reached up and pulled his nightcap down to cover his eyes. He curled in on himself, still not looking at Chester.

     "Is there anything I can do to help?" Chester asked, wondering what had Moon acting like this all of a sudden.

     Moon made a static filled noise. He looked down at his hands, then glanced carefully at Chester from under the rim of his hat. "I was. Wondering. If maybe…" Moon trailed off again. He made another noise, this one sounding more like a sigh. He slowly held his hand out to Chester, pausing halfway between them.

     "Oh!" Chester realized what he was asking. He wanted more calibration practice. Chester smiled. They finished plugging the diagnostic device into the last gate and turned to Moon while it did its thing. They took his hand, holding it gently. They signed to him with their free hand. "You only had to ask, silly."

     Moon huffed, turning his faceplate up. His fingers were rigidly still in Chester's hand.

     Chester looked down at Moon's hand, studying it carefully. It looked pretty similar to Sun's hands. Chester was having a hard time finding any differences at all, actually. They probably shared the same sort of model type, like how the glamrocks shared the same type of endoskeleton frame. Chester brushed a thumb over Moon's plastic casing, wondering if they could feel for the sensors underneath, what with how much more flexible and thin Moon's plastic casing was, compared to the glamrock's metal casing.

     Moon's frame rattled, his casing shaking noisily as his whole endoskeleton seemed to vibrate. Chester looked up at him in surprise. Moon seemed just as surprised, sitting there entirely motionless like a deer caught in headlights. Then he quickly snatched his hand away and scrambled to his feet, putting several feet of distance between him and Chester.

     "Your device is done. Time to go," Moon said.

     Chester glanced over at the diagnostic device. Its screen was flashing green at them. They unplugged it and put the panel back in place. They stuck the device in their belt and got to their feet.

     "Are you… okay??" Chester asked cautiously.

     "Fine," Moon said curtly.

     "Do you want to try calibrating again?" Chester offered.

     Moon quickly shook his head. "I think that's enough for one night."

     "We held hands for half a minute."

     Moon folded his arms. "Why do you want to hold my hand so badly, hmm?"

     Chester faltered. They quickly busied themself with their faz-phone, marking the entrance gate diagnostic task complete and scrolling through their list for the next task. "You're the one who offered."

     "Anyways. What's next on the list?" Moon was already making his way to the main hall.

     Chester hurried to catch up. "Next I need to… replace a broken nozzle on an ice cream dispenser." They marked the task as 'in progress'.

     "Hardly seems very technical."

     "At least it's easy." Chester shrugged. They lead the way to find where replacement nozzles were stored. The map looked to be leading them to the general warehouse, down in the access tunnels.

     "And afterwards we can have ice cream," Moon said.

     Chester studied Moon. "Can you eat?? I know the glamrocks have small removable compartments for food waste, so they can eat a slice of pizza or something for a stunt or what have you. But your faceplate doesn't exactly… move?"

     Moon spun his faceplate. "I could pretend."

     The pair made it to the general warehouse. There were almost no service lights here, so Chester clicked on their flashlight, aiming it away from Moon. They started searching shelves, angling the beam of light over labels and cardboard boxes and storage crates.

     Chester signed to Moon with their free hand. "If you could have three wishes, what would they be?"

     Moon hummed. Chester watched the bright red lights of his eyes turn back and forth as Moon slowly rotated his face a few degrees clockwise, then counter, then back again while he thought. "My first wish… countless riches. Of course."

     "Naturally." Chester smiled and nodded.

     "My second wish. World domination. Duh." Moon waved a hand. "And my third… world peace."

     "How kind of you." Chester found the box they were after. They pulled out a replacement nozzle and turned away from the shelf slowly, giving Moon plenty of time to move out of the way of their flashlight. "Although if you ruled the world, you could make sure there was world peace anyways, couldn't you?"

     "It would take more than one ruler to achieve total world peace, no matter how good the ruler was," Moon said.

     Chester hummed thoughtfully. "What if you had one more wish?"

     "One more wish. How gracious."

     As the pair stepped out from the tighter confines of the storage shelves and out into the open floor, Moon remained by Chester's side instead of immediately moving to put distance between them. They walked together slowly, Chester keeping an eye on where they were going and Moon considering the question carefully.

     "I would wish… for a different face," Moon finally said.

     "Oh?" Chester glanced up at him.

     "So I could eat ice cream, of course."

     "Ah, of course." Chester nodded. "No other reason?"

     "…" Moon tilted his faceplate away, hiding the red glow of his eyes from Chester. "I wouldn't mind… not having to smile all the time. I think most people find me off-putting."

     "I don't," Chester replied immediately. They paused when Moon's gaze snapped to them.

     Here in the shadows, the darkened half of Moon's face was nearly invisible, save for the faint curve of his carved cheeks faintly reflecting the red of his pinprick eyes, and the faint shapes of his teeth locked into an eternal grin. Chester, who was usually focused more on Moon's body language, took a moment to focus more on Moon's face. They got the sudden urge to give Moon's pointy nose a kiss.

     Chester shooed the sudden thought away, hoping their face wasn't as warm as it felt. "I like your nose," Chester signed.

     "Don't lie to me." Moon sighed, turning his faceplate away. "It's alright, I know my face is creepy."

     Chester scowled. They put their flashlight away for a moment so their hands were free to take hold of Moon's faceplate. They angled it back towards them, and before they could chicken out or overthink, they gave Moon's pointed nose a smooch.

     "I wasn't lying." Chester quickly turned and marched for the door, taking their flashlight back out so they didn't trip over anything. They were embarrassed enough as it was.

     Moon stood there in stunned silence, only snapping out of it when Chester made it to the door. He slowly moved to follow them, still reeling and confused by what had just happened.

     The pressure sensors in Moon's face kept bouncing the readings back and forth through Moon's mind. It was all he could focus on. Exactly a seventh of a PSI, for barely a second. There was something else, something there that didn't have a decipherable reading. It was like fried wires, sparkling with far too much electricity. It was almost overwhelming, though not entirely… unpleasant.

     "This looks like a super easy replacement. Shouldn't take long to fix at all," Chester commented, avoiding looking at Moon.

     "Right. Yes. Good." Moon nodded. "I think. I need to go."

     That made Chester look back at him. "I… I didn't overstep, did I?"

     "No," Moon assured. "I just. Need some time. To process. Everything is fine."

     "Okay. I'll see you around?" Chester asked.

     "Yes. See you. Good night." Moon hurried off, quickly vanishing around a corner.

     Chester took a deep breath, then slapped a hand to their forehead.

     Stupid! What was I thinking?! Why did I do that… Chester shook their head. They hurried off towards the food court, their face burning. They were at least glad Moon wasn't here to see their embarrassment.

     Moon, meanwhile, couldn't get back to the daycare fast enough. He hit the lights as soon as he was through the doors, leaving Sun to deal with the overheating processors.

     "AHHHHH??" Sun immediately said, grabbing at the sides of his faceplate. His rays quickly retracted as his hands neared.

     "I know," Moon replied.

     Sun didn't know what to do any more than Moon did. He simply laid himself face down on the floor, letting the vents on the back of his head pump out endless waves of hot air.

     "MOON," Sun said, his voice quiet as the speaker of his voice box sent out the sound directly into the padded daycare floor.

     "I know," Moon said again.

     "What are we supposed to do, Moon?!"

     "I don't know," Moon replied.

     "Ahhhhhhhh," Sun cried again. "…I can't wait for them to get back."

     Despite it all, Moon couldn't help but agree. He sighed heavily. "Me too."

[malwarewolf404]

L9N4 Starshadow Patrol Craft

Hopefully tumblr doesn’t resize this monster of a gif to hell and back. Anyway this is the primary starship featured in my upcoming comic The Sin of Freedom, hope y’all like her. 

The L9N4 was produced by Makema engineers to help police colonies with high crime and militia activity, but due to high production costs only a few hundred were ever built. Several decades later however, mercenaries that happened to stumble upon these ships could get a fast, fuel efficient transport with two storage bays and a wide array of weaponry. With a little modification the Starshadow would become a favorite of pirates, bounty hunters, and crime gangs alike for its speed, sophistication, and firepower. One particular L9N4 fell into the hands of Besto Vivon, an Isononon mercenary pilot and sniper who had recently retired from the Galactic Community Armed Forces. He named his Starshadow The Obsidian Light, and has used it to carry him and his partner Huei Makror on dozens of jobs and hits across the known galaxy after affiliating themselves with the Dark Star Mercenary Gang.

I’m struggling to think of was to release my worldbuilding, so I think what I may do is start like regular releases about one particular thing within the universe each, be it a species, a type of ship or weapon, an organization, a planet, ect. Let me know what you guys think, and also tell me if you wanna see more!

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 || dark!Lee Bodecker x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || even though you operate outside of the law, you still have rules, and hard limits. paying customers, while no bastions of morality, at least respected them. but the corrupt sheriff who's just taking a bribe to keep you out of jail? not so much.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 3.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || smut (heavy dubcon, coercion, anal, facial, fingering), prostitution, corrupt policing, degradation (very very mean :c), bondage (handcuffs), semi-public sex (aka, sex in the cruiser), pain kink, hair pulling

It wasn’t the first time you’d been in handcuffs, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

But, it was one of the most embarrassing— yes, even more embarrassing than when a John put you in them before he fucked you, because at least those times you were getting paid.

This was embarrassing because you knew it was a sting, you fucking knew it, but you had foolishly failed to trust your gut and now here you were, pressed up against Sheriff Bodecker’s cruiser, hands behind your back and his cuffs around your wrists.

“Can’t believe a girl like you is mixed up in this,” Lee sighed as he tightened the metal, pinning you to the cruiser with his weight for a moment.

“I figured you were onto me from the beginning,” you admitted as he opened the door of the cruiser for you and put his hand on top of your head, guiding you to get in.

“Oh, I was,” he agreed, shutting the door behind you and circling the car; but instead of getting in the driver’s seat, he hopped in the back with you, from the other side. “I just mean that you shouldn’t have to do this. Somebody should be takin’ care of ya.”

You frowned defiantly. “I can take care of myself.”

“Doesn’t seem that way, sweetheart,” he smirked, “or you wouldn’t be in the back of my cruiser.”

“Speaking of, why are you in the back of your cruiser?” you wondered. “Aren’t you gonna take me to the station and book me?”

“Now, I could,” he answered, “but there’s a bit of a problem with that plan. You see, our jail’s all full tonight. And not just that, but it’s full of men— no women’s cells left. So if I took you in…”

He trailed off, letting you imagine for a moment what might happen; you awkwardly adjusted your legs as you tried to imagine anything else.

“Well, it might not end well for you,” he finished. “To say the least.”

And yet, you wish he’d said even less. “So… what do we do?” you asked.

He smiled a little bit, a smirk he was clearly unable to suppress. “That’s a good question,” he nodded, voice getting a bit deeper and a bit quieter. “What do we do, indeed.”

You swallowed thickly as the air shifted. In your line of work, it made sense that you were pretty good at sensing when men wanted something from you: after all, you needed to have that sense so you could know when to try harder to strike a deal or when to leave him alone before he called the cops on you. And while you knew Sheriff Bodecker didn’t have a reputation as entirely clean, you hadn’t realized he would stoop this low.

“I could just let you off with a warning,” he offered with a shrug, “but you’d have to show a little… gratitude, for my merciful nature.”

You shuddered as he shifted back in the seat slightly, grabbing his belt by the buckle to adjust it slightly. “I don’t fuck cops,” you decided to inform him with a frown, looking away— but he sat up and got right in your face, scaring you with his sudden intensity.

"Since when you got any fuckin' standards, huh?" he sneered. "You're just a whore, honey— a cheap, dirty whore. You take whatever comes your way. You take whoever's willing to stick their dick in you."

He calmed down somewhat as he leaned back again, though he kept his fiery gaze trained on you.

“It’s me or the boys in the jail,” he reminded you flatly. “Take your pick.”

You chewed the inside of your lip as you pondered, even though the choice was pretty obvious. You just had to stall as you processed your own debasement. “Get me out of these handcuffs,” you bargained after a heavy pause, breaking the silence.

“You don’t need your hands for what I wantcha to do,” he returned instantly.

He knew if he let you go you’d just try to run. Even now you considered trying anyways, but you had no plan for how to open the door faster than he could— or even to get out of the damn cuffs if you made it very far. "Okay," you relented with a sigh, starting to lean down into his lap, but he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

"No, sweetheart, I need more than that," he frowned. You swallowed thickly, trying to hide your shame as you sat up straight again. "Don't look so disappointed," he grinned, "once you've finished your bargain with me you'll be back out on the corner and you'll get to suck plenty'a cocks before the night is through."

The way he spoke to you made you feel all… cold, and weird, and tingly. You wanted to hate the feeling, but you sort of liked it; it made you shift uncomfortably atop the cruiser’s leather upholstery as your thighs clenched involuntarily.

"Blowjobs are great every once in a while but right now I just need something I can fuck," he explained. "A hole to use. I think you can gimme that.”

Well, you hadn’t really wanted to go that far for a bribe, but he had you trapped in every way and you needed to give in to his demands if you wanted to get back onto the street in time to get some sleep tonight… so you nodded. “Yeah, I can,” you agreed, and he smiled as he grabbed your hips and guided you to sit in his lap. The car was just tall enough that your head didn’t bump the ceiling like this, but it brushed against it a bit, and your cuffed hands were stuck between his body and yours.

“You’re gonna be good girl for once and let me fuck you, sweetheart?” he taunted, running his hands all over you— tickling your arms and legs, groping your chest through your tank top, squeezing your hips and thighs encouragingly. You could feel his cock hardening against you, and you tried not to react to how big it obviously was.

“Yeah,” you said again, trying to sound more confident this time.

“And you’re not gonna make me wear a condom, are you?” he continued, and you had to fight your instincts but agreed again.

“Mhm,” you forced yourself to reply, “you can fuck my pussy raw.”

But suddenly he was no longer impressed. "That's the best you can offer?” he barked. “That used up, sloppy cunt that's been stretched out by every guy in Knockemstiff with a few bucks to spare and a half hour to kill?"

It made your stomach drop to hear him talk like that. It made your eyes sting with tears. But why did it make you wet, too?

"No, babydoll," he shook his head, "I can do so much better than that loose filthy pussy ya got. I'm gonna fuck your ass."

"I— I don't do that," you quickly stammered, trying to pull away but failing as he kept you in his lap with a bruising grip on your thighs.

"You do now, buttercup," he mocked with a laugh. "You do whatever your sheriff fuckin' tells you to. Ya hear me?"

You nodded shakily as he started to pull your shorts down roughly.

"Yes, sir?" he prompted.

"Yes, sir," you repeated shakily.

As he pushed your shorts down your thighs, he groaned lowly at the sight of your exposed ass, lifting you up slightly to get a better look. You closed your eyes and tried to breathe steady when you heard him spit into his hand, smearing it over his cock quickly and then using those same fingers to spread some arousal from your pussy over to your other hole.

"You get wet so easy, that why you're so popular, buttercup?" he wondered aloud. "Or do you just get this wet when a real man finally takes you like you deserve?"

He didn't give you a chance to answer the question before he began to press the thick head of his cock against your puckered hole. For a moment you thought it just wouldn't go in at all, considering your body showed no signs of relenting to the mounting pressure— until all at once the very tip of him slipped inside with a pop!

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, pulling your hips down until the whole head was inside, just past the ridge of it. "What a tight little ass, baby, goddamn…"

You, meanwhile, were panting like you'd just run a marathon and baring your teeth to no one in particular; it stung, it burned, it felt like you couldn't take any more even though you knew there was so much of him left.

You sobbed as he shoved himself in just a bit further, your legs shaking from the pain and your hands tightening into fists where he could clearly see them. "Hurts, don't it?" he purred.

"Yes, sir," you breathed hoarsely.

"That's your sheriff's big cock in your ass, baby," he explained, in case it wasn't clear. "You haven't even got half of it in ya, sweetheart… looks like m'gonna split you in two."

Feels like it, too, you thought, though you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of saying it aloud.

He guided you down, slowly but not anywhere near slow enough, and you couldn’t hold back an agonized sob after just a few seconds of it— it just kept getting thicker, you thought it would never end. Thankfully he took some pity on you and guided you back up a bit, though you had to hiss out a wince when he brought that ridge of his head right back to your rim… just to make you take it all over again. It was just as difficult as the first time, still.

He kept fucking you slowly like that, giving you a little bit more each time, and you bit down hard on your quivering lip as you tried to ignore the deep, husky moans from behind you.

“Didn’t think you’d have so much trouble with it, bein’ a slut an’ all,” he admitted with a little chuckle, “but I don’t mind.”

Yeah, you figured he didn’t— he was obviously getting off on your pain, his visible power over you.

"I'm gonna go all the way in, babydoll, ya ready? Ready to take all this dick in your ass?"

You nodded; it was a lie, but you nodded.

He punched his hips forward suddenly and you felt like the air had been knocked out of your lungs. "Fuuuuck," he groaned, holding your hips down onto his and breathing heavily against your neck. "Feel how deep I am in you, sweetheart?"

You were choking on nothing so you could only nod.

"Use your words, honey— tell me how deep I am," he ordered.

"Uh," you croaked, searching your mind for words and finding so few. "So deep… you're so deep."

"How fuckin' deep?" he insisted, wrapping an arm over your shoulders to keep your body pressed up against his, the curve of his belly locking perfectly into place with the arch of your back.

"Deeper than anything's ever been before," you finally managed to respond.

"Damn right," he breathed, starting to guide your hips to rock back and forth, grinding on him. It wasn't that much movement but it still made you whine as your hole was stretched around the thick base of him, his balls pressed up snugly against your pussy (which, against all odds, was dripping). “I should fuck you so hard, honey, I should teach you a fuckin’ lesson about what happens to whores like you. Want me to fuck you hard, baby?”

You shook your head quickly, failing to hold back your tears any longer. “No, please— I can’t take it,” you begged.

“I won’t if you stay on your best behavior,” he promised. “I don’t wanna hear you whinin’ if I tell you to do somethin’— you just say ‘yes, sir’ and you do it.”

“Yes, sir,” you agreed.

“Now get on with it and ride me, then,” he instructed.

“Y-yes sir,” you repeated quickly, starting to rock your hips on top of him even though you struggled to inflict the pain on yourself.

"C'mon, bounce on it," he demanded, giving you a spank when you didn't move right away. You shuddered and whined from the pain but began to ride him as best you could. "Yeah, that's it," he sighed as you heard him get comfortable in the seat, his leather jacket making that crinkling sort of sound as he leaned back to get a good view of your body riding him.

You held onto his chest behind you to try to keep your balance, holding onto his tie and feeling the sharp pointed end of his badge poke the side of your hand; you bit down on your lip to quiet your whimpers and heard his own raspy groans echo around the car instead.

“Where’d all that attitude go, baby?” he mocked. “You were so stuck up before, sayin’ you don’t fuck cops and you don’t do this and you don’t do that… what happened to ya?”

You decided to assume the question was rhetorical, and he didn’t press you further for an answer; he seemed satisfied just knowing that you were asking yourself the same thing internally.

"You nasty fucking whore," he growled, holding your hips a little tighter but still letting you do most of the work yourself, "fuck, you really can ride a dick, huh? Doesn't matter what hole it's in."

You whined loudly when he gave you another spank, his thick hand kneading your ass just after he'd hit it. He guided you to move faster, even brought his thumb to rub around where the rim of your hole stretched wide to take him in.

He stopped suddenly, holding your hips and keeping you from moving, which made you confused on what he wanted. “Goddamn, babydoll, this ass… you gotta slow down so I don’t come too quick,” he admitted with a thin laugh— and you hated that he was trying to make this last any longer than it had to.

You tried to slow down, and in some ways it helped with the sting, but it also forced you to feel every little detail of his cock. It hurt in a new way; it hurt your heart, because you liked it.

“Nice an’ slow baby, wanna see you take every inch’a me,” he groaned. Against every instinct, you forced yourself to move slower than ever, dropping yourself down all the way to the base of him and sliding back up until only the head was still inside. “There you go,” he praised roughly, letting out another deep moan as he watched you. “Fuck, you’re so good, sweetheart. You’re so fuckin’ good…”

That was pretty much the last thing you expected to hear from him, after he’d said so many hateful things to you, but it wasn’t really a compliment. He just meant you’re good when you’re what I want you to be.

Unfortunately, it also felt good when you were what he wanted you to be; you wanted to deny it, so much, but your body didn’t understand (or care) that it was wrong and he was manipulating you and that the whole thing was fucking disgusting. It just wanted more. And so did you.

The pleasure was even harder to deny when he suddenly slipped two fingers into your pussy, groaning as you suddenly moaned and clenched down around them. Two fingers might not seem like all that much— and it wasn’t much compared to his cock— but his fingers were thick and his knuckles pressed right up against your spot until you mewled needily.

“Oh, you fuckin’ like it,” he laughed mockingly, “you like being fucked up the ass, don’t ya?”

“I…” you started, but lost track of your words immediately and just moaned instead.

“You’re soaked, baby,” he reminded you in a low voice, almost a whisper.

He kept thrusting and twisting his fingers inside you as you rode him the best you could; but you found yourself hesitating to get all the way down, fearing the girth you knew you would find there and the undeniable stretch it would bring. You’d almost gotten used to the rest of him, but with his fingers in your other hole beside himself, you couldn’t take being opened up much more.

“Go ahead, take it deeper, honey,” he encouraged softly.

“I-I can’t,” you whimpered weakly, and that was your biggest mistake. You’d promised to be a good girl and do what you were told… you learned quickly that you should’ve kept that promise.

All at one he pulled his fingers out of you and grabbed you by the hair, roughly throwing you down onto the console and bending you over it; he held you down and knelt behind you as he began to brutally thrust into your ass.

You would’ve screamed if it weren’t for the fact that you couldn’t breathe, nails digging into your own palm behind your back, tears streaming down your face onto the gearshift beneath you.

“Ya cryin’, babydoll?” he grunted. “It’s too big for ya, ain’t it?”

You sniffled as you nodded quickly, every sob wavering in time with his rushed thrusts back and forth.

“It hurts too much? You want me to stop?” he continued, and you knew it was a trap but you nodded anyways. “I don’t fuckin’ care,” he spat.

If it was possible, he fucked you harder and faster then, tossing his head back with a strained groan as he continued his ruthless assault on your body.

He only lasted a few more minutes like that, but it felt like hours; every stroke made your legs quiver, and knocked every breath out of your chest, and drained your mind of anything but that cock splitting you open.

"Turn around and get on your knees, I'm gonna come on that pretty face," he promised as he pulled out of you and sat back on the leather seat, "make it a little bit prettier."

You tried to obey as quickly as possible, but he still lost his patience and roughly yanked you by your hair until your face was just where he needed it— and his other hand furiously stroked his cock over you, his teeth biting down on his lip and his nostrils flaring.

"You wan' it, fuckin' bitch?" he groaned. "You want this come on your face?"

"Yes, sir," you whimpered, struggling to find a way to kneel comfortably with your ass still stinging and sore. At least it was almost over…

"Beg a little more baby, I'm so close," he groaned.

"Come on my face, Lee— please, Sheriff, sir, I want it," you moaned; anything to get him to finish and let you go.

He groaned loudly as he shot ropes onto your face, onto your open tongue and into your waiting mouth, over your cheeks hot with shame like you'd never felt before.

It went on for longer than you expected, some of it getting in your hair and the rest dripping down your chin and running down your neck; he shut his eyes as he caught his breath, slumping back into the seat with his chest heaving beneath that heavy jacket. “Shit,” he groaned, “that was good.”

But that was pretty fucking obvious, considering he’d come so much that your face was pretty much coated in it. That said, you couldn’t complain too much because just a second later he reached to the back of his belt and pulled out the handcuff key, sitting up with a tired groan and reaching behind you to finally free your arms.

You cleared your throat awkwardly as you finally brought your hands in front of you for the first time in a half hour and rubbed your sore wrists. “You got something I can clean my face with?” you asked, but your voice still came out a little hoarse regardless.

“No, but you do,” he smiled as he opened his eyes and looked down at you. “You’ve got fingers and a perfectly good tongue, dontcha?”

You normally charged extra for this… but you didn’t even worry about that now, just looking forward to the end of this filthy rendezvous. You carefully gathered the cooling liquid from your face, not taking as much time as you usually did to put on a show and suck the come off seductively— this was all business, so you just licked it up as quickly as possible. Still, he hummed contentedly when you got the last of it from your chest and wrapped your lips around your fingers to clean them off for good.

“You look good suckin’ on somethin’, babydoll,” he grinned.

“I get that a lot,” you rolled your eyes, struggling not to grimace at the lingering aftertaste of his seed.

"I should make you suck me off now," he taunted with a smirk as your eyes went wide, "show you how filthy you really are. But I won't… yet."

For some reason, you couldn’t find the energy to thank him for that precious kindness.

"You gonna work the rest of the night, honey?” he asked as you started to tug your shorts up and button them again. “Gonna limp back to your corner and let 'em all take a turn with you, hope they don't notice that sore little ass and the way you wince when you sit down?"

“No,” you sighed, trying to stand up so you could leave, but it was hard to find your balance on sky-high heels. “I think I’ve had enough for tonight…”

He laughed a little, reaching up to stroke your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Yeah, I bet you have. I think you’ll get used to it with practice, though.”

Your heart stopped for a moment. “Practice?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “you’re gonna be takin’ me up your ass whenever I want, if you wanna stay outta jail.”

“Sheriff, I—”

He grabbed you by the hair, cutting you off and forcing you to look up at him. “Can I give you some advice, sweetheart?” he hissed. “Stay on my good side.”

You fought back a whimper and only swallowed thickly instead. “Yes, sir,” you nodded as best you could with the hand tangled in your hair.

He smiled at you, but it wasn’t a very kind smile. “I knew you were a good girl after all, babydoll.”

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If I Fell For You (Part 16) - Drowning

Summary: The reader’s night goes from bad to awful fast but thankfully Jensen shows up at the last second to stop things from getting any worse. But the guilt the reader feels over trying to end things with Jensen to protect him starts to become too much...

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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,600ish

Warnings: language, being drunk, minor violence, scary situations, angst, fighting, fluff, offscreen death of minor character, anxiety, panic attack, minor injury

A/N: This chapter is a whirlwind! Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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It was a close to an hour later and you were halfway through a bottle of bourbon, laying on the back porch of your mom’s house, staring at the rafters and debating finishing off the whole thing.

“Y/N?” you heard. Your skin crawled as you sat up, spotting your father at the other end of the wrap around. “Are you drunk?”

“This would be an appropriate time to tell you that yes, I am and I also have this,” you said, reaching behind your and picking up a hunting rifle. “I might be plastered but I think that’ll only improve my aim. I’ll be nice and shoot for your balls first.”

“You got so much wrong about me kid.”

You fired a shot near his feet and he held up his hands.

“Why don’t you go jump off a bridge or some shit,” you said.

“Y/N.”

You pulled the trigger as he took a step forward and he jumped when it hit the window nearby. You pulled again but it just clicked as he walked closer. 

“Your new momma never taught you that kind of rifle only has two shots, did she,” he said. You tried to stand but got way too dizzy and fell down. 

“Well I can still tear you apart with my teeth,” you said. 

“You’re drunk and judging by your face, very upset. What happened to that boy you were with? I didn’t see him when I looked around.”

“Touch me and that boy will rip your head off.”

“This doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” he said, stepping far too close for your liking. You swung the rifle at him but he caught it and kicked the bottle away before you could get at it. “All grown up. Probably enjoy it now.”

You crawled back as far as you could, eyes darting behind him when you saw movement. You barely caught the brown hair and green eyes before your father was face first on the porch. You tried to stand but he yanked on your ankle and pulled you down hard. It took a long time to peel open your eyes again, your father now at Jensen’s feet. Jensen pushed down on his back while he talked on the phone to someone and it didn’t take long to hear sirens in the distance.

“For the record,” said Jensen as he walked over to you and crouched down, his belt around your father’s wrists, “I didn’t believe you for a second. Oh and you’re a dumbass but you’re my dumbass. Forever. Got it?”

“I couldn’t…” you trailed off. He nodded and took off his flannel, wrapping it over your shoulders. “I knew he would do something and I couldn’t have him near the kids or know they exist. I couldn’t-”

“I know, honey,” he said. “But don’t you dare ever do anything like that again.”

You put your head down sniffled, dizzy still as he rubbed your back before going back to watching your dad.

It took an hour or so before you could go home and you were sober enough to stand on your own. 

“Can I ask why you made the executive decision that you did?” asked Jensen, holding your arm loosely as you got into his car to head back.

“Because I’m stupid,” you said dryly from the passenger seat as he turned on his SUV.

“I mean more so why didn’t you come to me if you were scared? Why make up a lie?”

“You did let me go. You must have believed me at least for a few seconds,” you said.

“No, I actually didn’t.”

“You let me go.”

He was quiet until you got close to the brewery, Jensen pulling off onto the plot of land he owned next to it. You leaned your head against the cold window and he turned off the engine.

“This whole, tired, don’t talk to me attitude right now? Been there. Lived it. I know it’s bullshit.”

“You let me leave so you did believe me so-” you said, Jensen pressing a finger to your lips. 

“I am certain of very few things and you are one of them. I let you go so I could figure out what scared you so badly you’d lie, to me. There’s only one thing I can think of so before you even had a foot out of that house, I was calling people and I got put on with Detective Finn who worked your case as a kid and I find out that dick for brains sack of shit just moved practically down the street from us. It does not take a genius to put the pieces together.”

“Fine! I did it in some stupid attempt to protect you,” you said. You glared at him and he shook his head. “What?”

“I’m not gonna get mad at you.” You put your head back on the window and stared out to the dark trees, sniffling some. “Why do you want me to be angry with you?”

“Uh because I didn’t forget to turn on the washing machine or leave on a light. I lied. I lied so big that-”

“You lied to protect your family from a monster. Do I wish you had told me? Yes. But I fuck up so much and you’ve never once been angry with me for making a mistake and I’ll never be angry with you for making one either. I know you want me to be angry with you, feel like you should be punished for what you imagine is hurting me. But you didn’t hurt me, Y/N. You didn’t and I know you get that because so many times you’ve been on the other side of this and I know you’ve never once thought, oh yeah Jensen’s a piece of shit, let him really have it. No. Just no. So I’m not getting mad at you and I don’t know what to fucking say to make you feel better like you always do me and I’m so sorry he got so close to hurting you again. But I’m really good at fighting monsters in this family. So please next time, I don’t care if you’re scared of the bug on the wall or you think someone’s outside the house or what it is. If you’re scared, tell me and I’ll do my best to make it go away, I promise.”

“What do you do when you want to hate yourself for being an idiot?” you asked quietly. You heard him shift in his seat and you shut your eyes, the sound of a door opening and then another. Strong arms wrapped around you and you buried your face in his chest.

“I try to treat myself as kindly as she does. She would never hate me and she hates when I’m in pain. I see it all over her face. So I try to cut myself some slack and ask myself if she would hate me and when I realize no, I’m forced to forgive myself and it normally takes a few hours but it works pretty good. A lot of hugs and cuddling don’t hurt either.”

“Thank you for stopping him.”

“Don’t.”

“Thank you. I owe you so, so much.”

“You don’t owe me a damn thing. We got each other’s backs and that’s all there is to it. I’m just sad I missed you trying to shoot his dick off.”

“How did you know where to find me?”

“Find my iPhone. Also I figured that was a good place to check,” he said. “I would have been here sooner if Jared didn’t drive like a tortoise over to the house to watch the kids.”

“I’m sorry I scared you...and you had to do that tonight.”

“Oh punching your father was a personal highlight for me. Trust me,” he said. He stroked your cheek and you turned into the touch, eyes squeezing shut. “You’re safe.”

“He’s going to get out on bail and-”

“And we have a very good lawyer. Oh, and I know the mayor so fuck his ass, he’s not getting bail.”

You buried your face once again and he put a finger under your chin, lifting it up.

“You’re still scared.”

“He’s gonna get arrested for what, trespassing? Attempted assault? I was drunk and shot at him. He can spin it. He can spin it and be out on the street like that.”

“I’m going to ask the lawyer to do something else, something that maybe can take care of that problem.”

“What?” 

“Once a piece of shit, always a piece of shit. He’s been gone for fifteen years. I have this bad feeling you weren’t the only one. Or even before that.”

“Or maybe he just hates me.”

“You don’t have to be scared. I’m gonna take care of it.”

“Jensen, I know you don’t have to worry about the money but it might still not be enough.”

“It’s enough,” he said. “Or else next time I’ll be the one with the rifle.”

“You would kill him?”

“Honestly? Yeah if it came to it. I wish people like him died in car crashes, not innocent ones. We have every right to protect ourselves and our family and I’m not letting him touch the kids or you ever.”

“I should probably say that’s bad but I don’t disagree.”

“Money works a lot. A real lot. Maybe he did something super bad and he can rot in prison forever.”

“Maybe,” you said, spotting a cruiser pull up nearby. 

“Stay here, sweetie,” he said. He walked over while the officer got out. He spoke to Jensen for a moment, Jensen’s face a bit blank when he turned around. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Your dad had a heart attack in the backseat,” said Jensen quietly. You cocked your head and he shook his. “Your father. In the police cruiser that was taking him for booking. He was just pronounced.”

“He died?”

“He was really overweight and didn’t look to be in the best health. He probably got his heart rate up too high and...the officer said he’d escort us home, stay outside the house for the night, calm our nerves.”

“He’s really dead?” you asked. You looked over at the officer and he came over, giving you a quick smile. “He really died?”

“Yes mam.”

“What...happens now?” you asked.

“We’ll file the report but you don’t necessarily need to press charges anymore. You’re next of kin as far as we’re aware so the body…” he trailed off when he looked at you. “We can talk about this with your lawyer.”

“Thanks,” said Jensen. “We’ll be on the road in a minute.” 

The officer climbed back in his cruiser, Jensen leaning against the doorframe. He tucked your hair behind your ear, letting out a deep breath.

“Y/N,” he said. He stroked your cheek, your head turning up. “What is it, honey?”

“I don’t feel bad at all. I’m actually happy. That kinda is freaking me out a little. You shouldn’t be happy someone died.”

“Most people you’re right, you shouldn’t. But there are exceptions. He tormented you. He harassed you. He came after our family. I’m gonna sleep just fine tonight knowing he’s never coming back in our lives.”

“Were you scared of him?” He ducked his head down and you took hold of his hand. “Jensen.”

“Put it this way, I’d protect my family by any means necessary. What scares me was what if I was five minutes later tonight. Ten minutes. My job is to protect you and especially from monsters like that.”

“I’m a big girl Jensen. You don’t have to protect me from anything.”

“Yes I do, just like if it were me in your shoes I know you’d have done the same exact thing. We protect each other. It’s not because I’m the guy or I’m stronger. You’re my family and that’s what we do.”

“Thank you for protecting me and forgiving me for being stupid earlier,” you said. He smiled and nodded.

“You’re my dumbass and I’m yours,” he said. “Want to go home now?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I really do.”

“He’s really gonna spend the night?” you asked half an hour later in bed, Jensen shutting the door after himself. “He knows there’s a cop outside, right?”

“What can I say, Jared...he thinks of you like a little sister,” he said. “I can’t blame him for being protective.”

“I’ll be right back,” you said. You climbed out of bed and went downstairs, the light dim aside from where Jared was reading on the couch, a blanket over his legs. He looked over the top of the book and set it down, sitting up.

“Everything alright?” he asked. You smiled and took a seat on the edge of the couch, pulling him into a hug. 

“Thanks for staying,” you said, a pair of large arms wrapped around your back. 

“Of course.”

“You do know there’s nobody to bother us now, right?”

“I know. Some peace of mind never hurt anybody though,” he said. “Go on back to your fiance. You guys had a rough night.”

“Yeah,” you said, closing your eyes. “Thanks.”

He kissed your temple and you returned to your room, Jensen pulling you under the covers. You let out a deep breath, turning into his side. 

“Here,” he said. He started to take off his bracelet but you shook your head.

“It’s yours, Jensen. I feel safe, I promise.”

“You’re tense still, honey.”

“Still working on that not being so angry at myself thing,” you said. He smiled and kissed you quickly, laying an arm over your waist. “I know what you said but I still want you to be pissed at me for lying.”

“You didn’t hurt me.”

“But-”

“You didn’t hurt me, Y/N and you know what? Sometimes, you’re gonna hurt me and I’m gonna hurt you. We’ll have bad days and get annoyed with one another. I’ll leave dishes in the sink and make a mess of the closet. You’ll chew with your mouth open and never fill up your car with gas until it’s too low. We’re not perfect. But even if we do hurt each other, we forgive each other because that’s what you do. We’re not always gonna like each other and what we do but we’ll always love each other. I don’t want to be mad at you. I want you to feel safe and know that I understand why you did what you did. I do. Please try to let it go, for me.”

“I am trying,” you said quietly. You shut your eyes and turned away, his arm over you pulling you back against his chest. “You’re normal. I can’t just stop hating myself like that.”

“You think I’m normal?” he chuckled. “Me?”

“Did you ever have to punch Dee’s psycho father? Did you ever have to talk about protecting her? Did she ever put your family in danger? Did she ever-”

“Y/N.”

“Go away,” you said, pushing his arm off of you. You moved over farther on your side of the bed, tucking your covers under your chin. The bed shifted and you tried to move again but his arm pulled you straight back to his chest, fingers dipping under your ribcage and holding you in place. 

“I might not have had to have done those things for her but I would have. For the record, you didn’t put anyone in danger. That fucking asshole did. It is not your fault he was an evil and vile person. All you did was try to protect us because you were scared and I know, I know you didn’t tell me because you’re so scared of that man and I don’t blame you. He made my skin crawl and I interacted with him for all of five minutes. Get it out of your system however you need to but you are stuck with me forever. There is nothing you could do to make me want you gone so get used to it.”

“You shouldn’t have to deal with this,” you breathed out. You pulled your sheets over your head, taking deep heaving breaths. “You have so much to worry about already. You shouldn’t have to…”

“Did you think I couldn’t handle the news?” he asked. “That your father was so close by?”

“I thought you’d hate me,” you whispered. He tugged down your sheets and you squeezed your eyes shut as he turned you around.

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Now you’re angry.”

“Look at me.” You forced them open, meeting a soft face and sad eyes. “Why would I ever hate you?”

“My shit’s supposed to stay in the past. You don’t…” you said, Jensen furrowing his brow. “See, you’re mad.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Your shit stays in the past.”

“It means you’ve had the world’s worst fucking year and you’re in such a good place now and you need to focus on you and not have my shit come in and fuck that up.”

“Do you think I can’t take care of you?” he asked.

“No of course not.”

“It sounds like you’re saying that you think you can’t have problems cause I can’t handle it.”

“Well at least I got what I wanted with you pissed,” you said, glaring up at him, tears welling in your eyes. You tried to push away but he held his arm around you. “Jensen, let me up.” You pushed again and he glared right back. “Stop it. Let me out of bed.” He only glared and you tore your eyes away from his face. 

“Do you think I’m weak?”

“No,” you said, keeping your head low.

“Then why-”

“Because you need a fucking break. I dealt with this shit years and years ago. I understand needing a fucking break and people need to take care of you, help you. You’re a different man than the one I met way back in January. You’re so happy and healthy and you have a different outlook on life again and that’s incredible. I’m so proud of you for that. But you’re just, just out of the woods and I’m not gonna be the one that sends you back in because of my fucking problems.”

“They’re our fucking problems,” he said. “Our problems. There’s no your problems or my problems anymore. It’s us together. Why do you think I’d hate you?”

“Jensen,” you said, pushing on his chest. “Stop.”

“Why?”

“I said stop!”

“Tell me.”

“Because I’m scared,” you said. He let his hold go lax and you sat up, getting out of bed. You walked over to the balcony door and rested your forehead against the cool glass. The bed creaked and you felt his presence behind you. 

“You’re scared of me.” You scrunched up your face and nodded. “Why?”

“Because if you realized how fucked up I am, you wouldn’t come near me with a ten foot pole. I’m not supposed to cause you problems. I’m supposed to fix them, be there for you.”

“But I can’t be there for you. You assume I’m just a dick where it’s only me and my shit that we can work on right?” he said.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Relationships go both ways, Y/N. I don’t expect you to take care of me for the rest of my life. You are allowed to need help too.”

“You don’t understand.”

“No, you don’t understand,” he said, grabbing your arm and spinning you around. He was frowning, his voice an octave higher if you didn’t know any better. “Do you honestly think I would have been angry at you if you told me about your father being in town? Do you?”

“I put the kids-”

“For the last time, you didn’t put anyone in danger,” he growled. “What is going on with you?”

“How many times do I have to say it, I’m not supposed to cause any problems!” you said.

“Yes you are! You, me, the kids. We’re all gonna have fucking problems sooner or later. Why do you think I’d hate you for telling me you had a problem, sweetheart?”

You fidgeted with the bottom of your shirt, looking past him.

“Something with your dad, isn’t it. Something got triggered in you after that phone call with the detective, didn’t it.”

“Call Ray. Tell him to come over,” you said quietly. He nodded and grabbed his phone, sending off a quick message before he was guiding you to sit on the bed.

“Honey,” he said when you pulled away from him. “Okay, no touching. Can I get you anything while we wait for Ray?”

“Probably should tell that cop that we’re expecting someone,” you said, rubbing your hands against your thighs. “Fuck, tell Ray it’s the help thing. He’ll understand.”

“Okay,” he said with a nod. You rubbed your legs harder and he stared at you. “Y/N.”

“I’m trying not to have a panic attack,” you grit out. “I haven’t had one since I was eight.”

Your head was turned and you felt his hands on your cheeks, Jensen forcing a smile. You stared for a long beat before you took a breath, his head nodding. 

“That feels better,” you said, your hands not rubbing so hard. You heard feet and the door open, glancing behind Jensen to catch Jared in the doorway. You could feel your heart rate pick up, Jared nodding.

“I get panic attacks too,” he said. You nodded and Jensen glanced over his shoulder. “I heard arguing.”

“Can you tell that cop outside Ray is coming by and to let him in?” said Jensen.

“Sure. Who’s Ray?” asked Jared.

“Her mom’s old boyfriend and foster dad. He was her therapist when she was little. Something’s not right,” said Jensen.

“I’ll send him up as soon as he gets here.”

You felt calmer by the time Ray was walking in fifteen minutes later in sweats and not much more. 

“Hey kiddo,” said Ray, giving you a quick hug before he squatted down in front of you. “Doing okay?”

You shook your head and shut your eyes, Jensen holding an arm around you. He explained what happened, Ray staying quiet. You eventually opened your eyes to stare at the floor, Ray standing and pulling over the bench from the end of the bed to sit on. 

“Y/N do you want Jensen to stay?” he asked. You nodded and he hummed. “Y/N.”

“Yes,” you said dryly. “Can I have some water?”

Jensen got up and retrieved a glass from the bathroom, the pair of them watching you chug half of it down before you sat it on the nightstand.

“Y/N, does Jensen know what triggered you?” he asked.

“Not specifically. Asking for help he figured out but not the reason,” you said, looking away. 

“Well on the bright side, you didn’t have a panic attack, you worked through it, you trusted Jensen to help you through it even if he didn’t know why and some of your coping skills helped you out quite a bit. But this is something Jensen needs to know. You’ll need help in a relationship and I know this is the big one but he needs to know so this never happens again,” said Ray. 

“What if he thinks I overreacted?” you said.

“I won’t, trust me,” said Jensen. “Secret’s safe with me.”

“Go on, Y/N,” said Ray. You took a deep breath and Jensen held your hand, stroking his thumb over the back.

“So you kinda figured out that me having a problem was the trigger and that I didn’t ask for your help earlier and kinda assumed a bad reaction if I did.”

“Yup and that’s all okay,” he said softly. 

“It wasn’t because of you that I assumed you’d have a bad reaction. It was something that happened to me that sort of...default my head to react and anticipate things in a certain way in that particular situation.”

“So if you have a problem and ask for help, you assume the person you’re asking for help from will not take it in a good way?” he asked.

“Yeah, basically. If it’s a really big problem and if I anticipate that the problem would upset the person I’m asking then my head assumes this bad thing will happen. In that case, it assumes the much better option is to not reveal the problem at all and handle it myself because then the bad thing won’t happen,” you said.

“The bad thing. It’s bad isn’t it,” he said. “Really bad.”

“Y/N, remember you can share without the graphics involved,” said Ray. You nodded and leaned your head back.

“When I was six I broke something of my dad’s. A mug. His favorite mug. I picked up the pieces but I knew it was his favorite so I didn’t throw it out. I asked him for help putting it back together,” you said. “The amount of rage he had over a broken mug...I never experienced such a horrible day in all eight years as that one.”

He didn’t say anything and you tucked your feet up, holding one up to him and showing the bottom. He stared at it and cocked his head, narrowing his eyes. It took him a moment but you saw when he noticed the small little scars. His eyes flickered back to yours and you nodded.

“He hurt me badly,” you said. “All day long.” He stared at you and you told him exactly the way the scars came to be, Jensen shuddering and closing his eyes. “It wasn’t a good day.”

“Fuck,” he said, standing up and rubbing his arm. “You were six?”

He shook his head and went to the balcony door, taking a deep breath.

“Jensen. You alright?” asked Ray.

“No,” he said, turning around, looking to you. “That many times?”

“One for every broken piece,” you said. He ran his hands over his face and shut his eyes. “The worst thing was just that it went on all day. It was long enough for me to interpret it as conditioning for a result of an event rather than just a bad memory from everything me and Ray worked out back in the day. It hasn’t been a trigger for me ever really but we knew it could be someday for a big life problem potentially. I’m guessing with it involving my dad, it kinda sent me into overdrive earlier.”

“Jensen,” said Ray, shooting you a quick glance. “Y/N’s okay. I’m actually quite impressed with her behavior. There was no hesitancy or waiver in her voice. I don’t feel as though this will likely be an issue ever again now that it’s out in the open and her father is gone.”

“You’re the closest thing to a father she’s ever had,” said Jensen, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know every horrible thing that’s happened to her and, and you just...all you did was throw him out of the country for fifteen years?”

“First off, the law was different back then and it was a lifetime ban. Second of all, buddy, violence isn’t always the answer to violence,” said Ray, getting to his feet.

“You should have adopted her.”

“She didn’t want me to.”

“You were the damn adult. She was the kid. Act like one,” said Jensen. “I mean fuck, you adopted two other kids only a few years later.”

“If I had adopted her you wouldn’t even know she fucking exists,” shot back Ray. “Her father still would have come back and this would have happened regardless.”

“You should have done what you needed to the second he popped up again when she was a teenager.”

“I did not strike you as a violent man but I do not like it.”

“She was almost assaulted by that man again tonight,” growled Jensen. “He tortured her and tormented her and he got barely any time at all for that. I would have-”

“Why’d you call the police then?” he asked. Jensen swallowed and Ray shrugged. “Why back at the farmhouse did you call the police? You could have killed him, called it self-defense and been done with it. Why?”

Jensen looked down and Ray sighed.

“The price for being a good person is making hard decisions, Jensen. Would I have loved to have rid the world of that son of a bitch the second I learned all about him? Oh you don’t know the half of it. I’m a trauma therapist, Jensen. Mostly for kids and teenagers. Do you know how much fucked up shit I’ve heard in my life? The world has so much ugliness in it. But it’s got good too and that’s why you called the police like you were supposed to and that’s why she loves you. She needs a good man, not a violent one. I’m not saying don’t think about protecting your family. But don’t act on it unless you don’t have a fucking choice, kid. Understand me?”

Jensen nodded and Ray cleared his throat.

“Say it.”

“Yes, sir,” said Jensen quietly.

“Ray, don’t get mad at him. He’s not used to this stuff,” you said. You stood and pulled Jensen back to the bed, Ray crossing his arms and nodding. “If I ever feel this happening again, what should I do?”

“You could work on reconditioning instead,” said Ray. “Work on saying I have a problem to Jensen and ask for help, even if there isn’t a problem. If Jensen responds positively or even neutrally and you two work at it maybe an hour or so a day for the next week or two, I don’t think you’ll ever have to be afraid of that trigger coming back. All of your triggers Y/N have involved your father. I know similarities can set you off but they’re small, manageable. You never have to worry about anyone hurting you ever again.”

“I know. I should have trusted my partner to have my back,” you said.

“I don’t blame you. I didn’t before and I definitely don’t now,” said Jensen. Ray smiled and pulled the bench back over to the bed. 

“Get some rest you two,” he said. 

“Ray?” you said after he gave you a hug. “Why didn’t you adopt me?”

“Honestly?” he asked. You nodded, Jensen preening his ears. “You reminded me so much of your mother and I was devastated when we lost her. I should have been the adult and done what was right but after seeing her in pain for years...I didn’t have it in me to take on a grieving teenager that would have been just as angry back at me. She already was so angry then, I would have put fuel on the flames. I didn’t have it in me to be strong anymore and that’s my mistake for not trying.”

“You can adopt adults,” said Jensen. You both looked at him and he smiled. “Adults can be adopted.”

“Not sure if…” trailed off Ray as you smiled at him. “Y/N, we’ve only just started talking again.”

“Maybe if that keeps going well...maybe things could...work out…” you said. “If you wanted.”

“Yeah, maybe we can do that,” he said with a smile. “It’s getting late. Put her to bed. Don’t be surprised if there’s a nightmare or two tonight.”

“Okay. Thank you,” said Jensen as Ray started to leave.

“Take care of her kid,” he said. Jensen nodded and you lay back in bed, the house growing quiet. 

“I’m so sorry,” said Jensen, his head lowering after a few moments. “I should have realized…”

“You did realize,” you said, sitting up. “Even when my head couldn’t come out and say I trust you and I know I’m acting a certain way because of what my dad put me through, you stayed calm and figured it out. You got nothing to be sorry for.”

“I’m sorry he hurt you. I got to pretend to be a cowboy and my dad read me stories when I was six. The worst thing I ever got was a few smacks but I know he regrets doing that,” he said. “Even then it was because I was acting out not…I just don’t understand why he would ever hurt you.”

“I stopped trying to understand him a long time ago,” you said, the door opening. You both turned, Arrow walking in with a pair of wet eyes. “You have a nightmare, sweetie?”

“I went…to the bathroom…” she said when you noticed her holding her wrist. Jensen hopped up and walked over, picking her up gently and setting her beside you. “I fell down off the step stool. It was wet.”

“Tell me what hurts,” he said.

“My hand,” she said. 

“Let daddy see,” you said. She moved her hand back and you both saw her wrist was swollen and bruised. Jensen swore under his breath and guided her hand back on it. “Okay, you hold it if it feels better that way, honey. Daddy, I think Arrow should go to urgent care.”

“Arrow, why don’t you go get your dolly and we’ll bring her with us. We might have to wait a minute,” he said. “Be careful okay? I’ll come get you in just a minute.”

“Mommy?” she asked, staring up at you. 

“Mommy’s really tired-” said Jensen when you stood up.

“Uncle Jared is staying over though, daddy. Go get your dolly and mommy and daddy will get dressed,” you said. She sniffled but climbed down okay, Jensen sighing when she left the room. “She wants me there and I want to be there. I’m going.”

“Alright but you’re going to try and get some sleep in the waiting room at least, please.”

“No promises.”

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A/N: Read Part 17 here!

[extremelyblackandwhite]

illicit affairs

pairing: sheriff lee bodecker x younger! reader

warnings: smut (18+), cheating, age gap

a/n: i love perfumes which smell of daisies so i made the reader use something like that. i do imagine her going for a very much female appearance and aura despite her personality and i can see lee fancying that sort of fragile femininity look paired with her independency. this song is based of illicit affairs from taylor swift but i was also listening to all too well at some points so i think some of that passed onto the writing. hope you enjoy xx

> DRESS

Leave the perfume on the self that you picked up just for him so you leave no trace behind like you don’t even exist. Take the words for what they are a dwindling, mercurial high, a drug that only worked the first few hundred times ... And you wanna scream don’t call me “kid”, don’t call me “baby”, look at this idiotic fool that you made me. You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else. And you know damn well for you I would ruin myself a million little times ...

The snow settled onto the ground, a view she could see from her white window. Sprawled against her window pane, the blue soft fabric of her dress cascaded down her body as she watched the snow fall and become one with the mass of white covering the once green grass of her home. Her feet dangled in anticipation, hair cascading into hairdresser set curls, held away from her face with a pearl barrette. Her fingers dangled across her collarbones, feeling the cold matching pearls which unlike her barrette clip, had been offered to her by Lee on thanksgiving. “A pretty girl like you deserves her own pearls” his voice echoed in her mind whenever her feeling felt the smooth irregular circle shapes of the pearls laying against her collarbones. There was nothing more than she wanted than to wear those pearls to the police winter ball, to show up wearing something he had bought for her with what money he gathered from his fickle Captain position, but she couldn’t. Everyone knew what she had, what jewellery she had, it was all valued at the insurance centre downtown and the pearl necklace definitely wasn’t. Her own pearls rested inside her ivory jewellery box along with the ribbon she was wearing around her waist when she first kissed him, and the comb that held her hair in place whenever she met him during windy nights. 

Her grandmother had left before her, leaving with the grocery shop owner as her date for the ball but she had stayed behind. She had told her she’d rather go alone, blaming her loneliness on the fact all the boys her age were either engaged thus going with their wives and the single ones not wanting to do with her. Of course that was further from the truth and as she watched the snow fall, she imagined Lee’s cruiser driving through the snow, stopping in front of her home and knocking on her door to take her. But those were nothing but impossible scenarios created from the deepest part of her psyche. Looking over her shoulder, the clock on her bedside table shone 9PM into bold red letters. She should get going before her grandmother got worried. Her eyes lingered across her beauty parlour to the silver platter with her perfume, the one she’d picked just for him after hearing how much he loved the smell of daisies. She had to leave it, she couldn’t put any perfume on, she couldn’t take her pearls, she doesn’t exist. At least, she as Lee’s lover does not exist for all that everyone could know and nothing hurt more than the sound of her pearls returning to her ivory box. It was were they belonged, away from everyone, hidden, a mysterious sin secret. 

With her white fur wrapped around her arms, she entered her glossy yet dull red car, pulling the hood up despite the weather. She wanted to feel the cold, she wanted that numbness to hide what she had been feeling for the last months. It was all so exhilarating when it began; the summer walks, laying in the middle of the forest in an old towel as he feed her ripe strawberries, escaping from her grandmother’s house at night and meeting him up under the apple tree in light dresses. However, at time wind down, she started to crave the rest of a relationship, the holding of hands. Instead what she got was clandestine meetings in parking lots, behind the bars or in the middle of the forest when no one could see them. She constantly told herself it was going to eventually be her turn, he was gonna leave Jane for her. Yet, she seemed to constantly fall on the same error every mistress before her did, the mistake of forgetting her place. Stopping in front of the old town hall where the ball was being held, she could see the soft lights, hear the laughter and it made her sick. She didn’t want to go in, she didn’t want to see those happy couples but she had too. She had to put up a show, be the little pedestal trouble starter woman she was expected to be and so she would. 

Stepping into the hall, her eyes immediately found Lee in the corner speaking with the Sheriff, arm draped over Jane’s shoulder while the other hand held a clear cup probably with his favourite drink. Her heart sunk to the same place it always did as she got lost in the dance floor. She knew everyone in this town hall, from the first boy she ever kissed Jonah and his third wife Elizabeth to Billy whom had been prom king with her. There was nothing new anymore and what once felt new and true was now anchoring her inside a fishbowl of images of her own mistakes and unfulfilled life needs. 

      - Hey, Y/N. - Billy called out for her attention. She held onto the fur wrapped around her for comfort as she prepared her facade of a happy girl at a happy party. - Your grandma told me you ain’t gotta a partner for tonight. Could’ve told me, I would’ve taken you. 

      - It’s ok, ain’t like I need a man. - she replied, almost angrily although he deserved no anger from her. - What’s the stage for? We’re getting a band tonight?

      - No, the new sheriff candidates announcing themselves tonight. Prepare for the blood bath. 

      - Sounds interesting. - she spoke out, her voice getting mumbled out as the mic’s sound hurt her and everyone else’s ear. The police chief stood there in his best attire, holding a small piece of papers, his fat thumbs hitting the mic to gather everyone’s attention. He already had their attention merely by wearing a cowboy’s hat with a formal suit. 

       - Now folks, we all now how much we gonna miss our good old Sheriff but it’s time to elect a new one. - his southern accent was pronounced, too pronounced, cartoonish even. Y/N remembered laughing as a child when she first heard him speak only to immediately shut up when her grandmother looked her way with a look which left room for no questions. She herself had barely developed an accent, her grandmother still very keen on instilling in her the education she herself had gotten. However, the longer she spent with Lee, the more it would sometimes slip; one or two words, nothing major. - Of course, Leroy is running again.

     - I don’t know why he tries. - Y/N whispered to Billy, concealed laughing smile behind her hand. 

     - You gotta admit it’s a good thing to imagine. Damned Leroy and his prostitutes running the town? We’d be forgotten by God.

     - We’re already forgotten by God. We were banished from the garden of Eden, don’t you remember? - she teased, always enjoying to toy around with the religion Knockemstiff was so hang up on. - We’re probably direct descendants. 

     - You ought to keep that mouth shut if you don’t wanna get in trouble. - he warned yet it went through deaf ears. Y/N liked stirring it, specially when it came to things which were so analytically flawed. 

The regular list of candidates continued to go from officers to common folk who all believed they could make the town better. At least that was all they said they wanted to get some votes but at the end of the day, they just wanted to control the town with an iron fist. Do what they wanted without anyone question it. She couldn’t blame it, humans are hardwired to go crazy for power and let it consume them so she just let it pass. She knew all the candidates, they were always the same. Leroy, Matthew, Edwards ... all the common ones, she even wondered why they kept announcing it. Those three competing for the sheriff position was as certain as the sun coming up each morning. 

      - The last candidate is our cap’tain Bodecker. - her head snapped to the stage as every sound seemed to dim until she was surrounded by pure silence. All she could hear was the buzz from her ears as she watched him climb up the stairs to the stage, shaking the chief’s hands. 

Everything seemed to be stuck in slow motion yet her mind was running faster than a shot bullet. The clapping was slow, everything was silent yet she could see their hands slowly clap and their lips moving in whispers. Her eyes roamed the crowd finding Jane right in front of the stage, looking up at him with adoration at the possible place she could possible hold; the sheriff’s wife. The slow motion ended with a loud crash and suddenly everything seemed just too fast. She ignored Billy’s pleas for her attention and moved straight to the small plastic tables covered in burgundy towels to make it look fancier where all the drinks and food were being held. One of her only friends from high school Mary was the one in charge, happily serving food and drinks to anyone who asked.

     - Hi Y/N. - she always looked like the perfect housewife and that was always what she wanted to be. Beautiful, bountiful blonde hair with a few flowers matching her pink dress. Despite it all, she was always nice to her even with their different life goals. 

     - Hey Mary. How’s Paul? I heard from rumours you two had quite a nice honeymoon. St.Louis, right? 

     - Yes. He booked us a nice honeymoon suite, it had flowers and those heart shaped beds and chocolates. It was real nice, I’m hoping to be pregnant soon. What about you? Your grandmother said you came alone. You could’ve told me, my brother would’ve taken you.

    - That’s alright, Mary. I don’t intend to stay for long ... Uhm, can I have a drink?

    - Of course. Sidecar, as per usual? 

    - I think I’ll just have a double cognac, please. Or maybe some gin ... whatever can make me dizzy the fastest.

    - Everything, okay?

    - Just need to forget some stuff, it’ll be okay. - she forced a smile. At least half that phrase was true. Mary served her up with her best gin and she returned to the dance floor, trying to blend with the rest of the attendees, however her baby blue dress was much too different from anything else in town. 

Y/N thought she’d be best outside where no one could see her and so she left, avoiding Billy who kept asking for her. She leaned against the old wood of the town hall, mascara running down her cheeks, and gin glass on the other one. She looked like the perfect warning tale of why you should not mess her married men. She knew better, she knew so much better but she still did it, like the idiotic little fool she seemed to be. Y/N sighed, the air condensing in the air as she drank from the glass.

     - Pull yourself together, Y/N. - she looked to see side, her grandmother standing outside with the look she used to give her when Y/N embarrassed her as a little girl. - What did you expect?

     - I’m just not having a good day, nana.

     - You’re hanging around with Captain Bodecker that’s what you’re doing.

     - What?

     - Don’t play innocent with me, Y/N. You’re just like your mother and I’ve raised your mother so I’d know. I saw you leave in his car last week. Do you want to defend yourself?

     - Is it even worth it? - she took a sip out of her drink. - What do you want me to say? 

     - I want you to pull yourself together and go inside. You better have this finished off before those elections start. I will not have my granddaughter be a home wrecker.

Y/N ignored it. There was nothing her grandmother could say that hurt more than what she was already feeling. She watched the snow fall from the cover of the banner covering the town hall, cold and icy yet somehow warmer than her. The drink didn’t last forever and although it was much stronger than what she was used to, she didn’t feel the slightest bit dizzy. It was if the universe was punishing her for her choices. She shook her head, leaving the glass onto one of the windows. She’d be better off at home and she’d already made her appearance. If someone asked where she was, she could’ve blamed it on their drunkness. Opening her little clutch, she started fishing for her keys through a sea of change, makeup and receipts. 

    - You better not be thinking of driving after you just drank. - she turned her head to see Lee with his hands on his waist, playfully smiling at her. His smile faded as he noticed the streaks of mascara from her eyes to her jaw. - Did that shithead Billy say something? 

     - No ... Lee, I wanna go home okay. - she sighed. - Can you just pretend you didn’t see me drink?

     - I was hoping we could spend the night together. Rent a hotel room outside town. A real nice place, with a pool and some room service. My treat of course.

     - I ... We can’t, Lee. Your wife is inside as she’s gonna notice you’re not there and you’re not home. 

     - She’s going home early. Jane’s been taking a few sleeping pills. She’s down for the night, won’t even notice. - he took a few steps closer to her, knowing everyone was too drunk to even remember. - I was waiting for you to come greet me, congratulate me. I can’t believe my girl wanted to leave before showing me how pretty she looked. 

     - You didn’t tell me you were running for Sheriff. - he cupped her face, thumb caressing her cheek. - You said it was a silly position.

     - Yeah but ... it’s a Sheriff. I could become Mayor, ya know. The old sheriff thinks I’d be good for it. - he scratched the back of his neck, something he always did whenever he was nervous or was confronted by something he did not expect. Y/N had learned to read him and knew him better than her own favourite books. - C’mon, kid. It’s a night worth celebrating, don’t you think?

     - Don’t call me kid. - she shot her head his way, his word hitting a particular hurt spot which she didn’t realise she had. 

     - Hey, I’m not trying to mock ya. - he rose his hands. - What’s wrong, huh baby? Hm? Tell me sugar, I hate it when you’re upset. Besides, if it was that Billy kid I’ve been wanting to give him a good beating.

    - Don’t call me baby, either. - she sighed, throwing her purse inside the car, before turning to him. - Billy didn’t do anything I’m just ... tired.

    - I’ll drive you home, then.

    - I don’t wanna go home either. - she pushed her hair from her forehead, looking at the ground. The snow engulfed her feet and her shoes, yet it might as well have engulfed her entire being. Lee noticed her lip trembling and how her free hand was trying to stop tears from falling down. He looked behind him, the town hall door shut, before taking his jacket off, draping it over her shoulders, and opening the car door for her. 

 Y/N daren’t look him in the eye, instead sitting in the passenger seat as he pushed the hood of her car up. After all, most people did not enjoy driving in the snow with the hood up. She didn’t know where he was taking her and for all it mattered she didn’t want to know. If he was driving her to her killing location, it sounded much better than having to work out through the bubbling feelings in her tummy. Y/N didn’t even noticed how much she was crying until the tears started streaming so fast they were falling onto the palms of her hands like diamond daggers. She leaned her head against his shoulder, watching the road ahead through the blurry orbs of her own eyes, trying to find some warmth through him. The drive seemed endless and her mind rushed in an even more endless way as she considered all her choices til now. She found it unbearable how not guilty she didn’t feel about it. She could still remember the feeling of the cold water against her body and his lips against hers, being tangled in his bed sheets while he drank a beer, his grunts as he thrusted into her inside his patrol car. She remembered every detail either it being lust or romantic but most importantly she remembered how he looked at her. It was almost as through rose coloured glasses, most of the times agreeing with her pessimist view of the town she was in. Lee looked down on her, watching her perfect hair break through the gelled curls she had set down. He never liked the polished look anyway, he loved to see her walk in her white dresses and freshly washed hair flowing with the wind. This woman sat next to him was gorgeous but he preferred his Y/N, he preferred the woman who would poke fun of casualty and rush into the woods with her nightgown. This woman next to him was pretty yes but she seemed tainted by a sadness he could see yet couldn’t help. He didn’t want his Y/N to be the slightest bit sad. She did not deserve it. She was too pure, too young to be consumed by the loneliness, darkness and sadness that came with being an adult. Yet again, he had to start learning the young woman she was wouldn’t stay young forever. He wanted to know how to help. he wanted to be the man who wakes up next to her on summer mornings and winter evenings but life is not how we plan it out to be.

She watched the snow fall from her window as “You are my sunshine” played on the background from her radio. Looking up to him, his eyes were glued to the road, the sign of leaving Knockemstiff way past them and the hotel on the horizon. She called it the Heartbreak hotel, with its red walls and luxurious nature. A more fancy place for those who wanted to give a better night to their mistresses but that was not why she called it the heartbreak hotel. It was due to the fact she ended up crying every time she or he left. While inside those walls, she could pretend they were Mr. and Mrs. Bodecker, young couple moved out of Knockemstiff on a romantic getaway yet she wasn’t Mrs. Bodecker, Jane was. She had seen who the future sheriff’s wife was and it was not and it would never be her. He stopped the car in the parking lot, looking at her who was lost in thought, leaned against his shoulder.

   - Come on, sugar. What is it? - Lee kissed the top of her head. - The heck happened in that Town Hall?

    - Just being silly, Lee. - she shook her head, faking a smile. - Just don’t like parties one bit.

    - I hate ‘em too, sugar. All show no action. Besides no party is a party without my baby. - he hooked his ring finger under her chin, softly pulling it up. She tried not to look at the moonlight illuminating the silver band around his finger, a symbol he belonged to someone else and she knew it. She had seen the wedding photo on his secretary, a much younger Lee with a much younger Jane with the facade of a happy marriage. Thinking about it always made her sick and ever since seeing that picture she couldn’t bring herself to do so. - Come on, let’s get you a bubble bath, yeah?

She followed him into the hotel almost in a zombie like state until the reception. The talk was a dance she had danced before, it was all the same. Lee would present money in cash so it wouldn’t show up on his credit card statement. He would sign in with a fake address but with his own name and no one would question it. After all, the staff wanted money, they didn’t care if it was an illicit affair or not. To be honest, she didn’t care much anymore.

     - Mrs. Bodecker? Mrs. Bodecker? - the receptionist called out to her but it didn’t even register until she was looking her into the eyes. Mrs. Bodecker, she was definitely not. - Would you like a complementary tea? You look cold.

     - No, it’s okay. - she smiled while Lee grabbed the keys. His hand wrapped itself around hers, leading her over to the elevator.

God, she wanted him. She really did, he thought to himself. It was an unbelievable feeling to have someone who loved him back, someone who always had encouraging words to tell him, someone who would stay after a fight. He thought and imagine what it would’ve been like if she was born earlier, god he would’ve courted her and would’ve married her the second they were out of high school. Sadly, the woman he loved was born 10 years after and he met her when he was married. He led her to the 13th hotel room and closed the door behind them.

     - Things are gonna be different when I’m sheriff. No more sneaking around, no one will dare  say a word. I can move to Brewer Heights, heck, I can buy two houses, one just for you and me.

    - Lee ...

    - Where are your pearls, sugar? You know I love to see you with them, makes you look so pretty.

    - You know I can’t wear them in public, Lee. I am not your ... - she shouldn’t say that, she should not let those words out. - They’re not insured under my name, people would comment about it.

     - You worry too much. - he pushed the fur that covered her arms down, placing a small kiss on her elbow. - My little over-thinker.

     - One of us has too, Captain Bodecker.

     - How about some champagne? - he pointed towards the champagne bottle in the ice bucket by the dresser before walking towards it, raising it so he could inspect the brand. He longed for the finest things in life, no longer wanting to be that middle to low class man he’d been forced to be. Being Sheriff, Mayor someday was going to be really something, it’d be his chance.

    - I’m not 21 yet, Captain.

    - Only a month til you are, kid. - he filled two long crystal flutes, handing it over to them. - By then I should stop calling you kid, huh?

    - You shouldn’t call me kid, now. - she took a sip of the golden liquid, hoping it would take away her jealousy. Lee hummed, leaned over to kiss the crock of her neck, climbing up to her jaw in a move that was sure to leave marks. It was okay for him to leave marks on her, she was unmarried, young but on him? Sometimes she wanted to, sometimes she wanted to mark his pale plump skin as a possession, one that screamed Jane might have the wedding ring but she had the man. Yet, she couldn’t. - You look so handsome tonight.

    - You’re my worse critic. - he smirked, placing his glass on the bedside table before pulling her chin towards him, placing a soft kiss on her plump, painted lips. - God, you can’t even imagine how fucking hard I got when you walked in.

    - Such gentle behaviour. - she teased, fingers lightly tracing the skin of his face. He moaned, leaning in to kiss her again. - I wore it just for you. Blue. I knw you like it.

    - You’re always such a good girl for me. - he started to remove his jacket, pushing on her chest lightly so she laid against the luxurious bed.

The alcohol sure did a better job than her about making her forget what she was doing it. The alcohol and his kiss, his touch on her skin made her forget the clench in her heart when she saw Jane Bodecker clap once they said his name. It made her forget she couldn’t hear perfume around him unless he showered, it made her forget. Both of her moaned through the kiss, seemingly unconcerned with the fact that it was a sin. Maybe that’s why it taste so sweet, the sin, the thrill. None of them cared really and all he wanted to do now was hold her, touch her, look at her.

    - You are so beautiful. - he spoke, more to himself than to her specifically, leaning down on the bed as he spread her legs, taking his place in between them which was so familiar to him. Lee ran his knuckles through the middle of her folds, cold hands making her shiver. - Ev’ry darn day I wake up and I think, I got myself the most beautiful woman in the world.

Her eyes were glued to the ceiling, the white paint of it engulfing her as his hands caressed her thighs. All she could feel were his cold hands massaging the skin of her thighs, spreading them apart and giving him full access to her. His lips attacked her core, always chapped which made her feel so good, it made her know it was him giving her that pleasure. She moaned out loud as he dwelled in like a starved man, her head relaxing against the pillow. There was never any mercy with him, he teased her like he owned her, focusing on her clit while licking her folds. He had her exactly where he wanted her - starving for him.

   - You’re gonna see. - he mumbled out while he relentlessly ate her out. - When I’m sheriff there will be no more hidin’. No one gonna dare say anythin’ about it.

   - Lee, please ... no foreplay. - she whined, begged even as he stopped his motions. His eyes curiously searched for hers, hands pulling his body up as he stood on top of her. - I just want to feel you.

   - Weren’t you feelin’ me, sugar?

   - You know what I mean, Lee. - she wrapped her hands around his neck, head cocked to the side. - I don’t want any foreplay today.

    - Oh sugar ... - he chuckled leaning down to kiss her collarbone. - You’re just a cock slut for me, aren’t ya? Can’t just wait for me to treat ya right ain’t it, baby?

     - Lee, please. - she whined, hands wavering over his police issued chunky belt. Lee smirked, holding her hand before she could do anything. Y/N pouted, head leaning against her shoulder. - C’mon.

   - But baby, you look so pretty when you’re begging. - he returned to kiss her neck, leaving marks which were sure to become hickeys tomorrow but she didn’t care. No one was going to see it. - I was expecting you to come congratulate me in the way you always do, maybe in the back of the town hall. Hoping someone would catch us so they’d see you’re my girl.

    -  Lee ... -  she whined as he kept kissing her neck and collarbones. - Please.

    - Tell me what you want, baby. You know I do everything you want. - he rose from her neck, toothy grin as he leaned down to kiss her plump, pink painted lips. - Tell me you want my big fat cock. I know you do, baby. Tell me how much you need it. 

  - Lee ... please, need you.

  - You have me, baby, tell me what you need. Tell me what you want. - his knuckles ran through the middle of her folds again. - You’re so wet, baby. Just tell me what you want, c’mon

  -  Lee ... please. - she looked at him with those wide eyes that could get someone to commit murder for her, as he pushed down his trousers. - I want you to fuck me with your ... big fat cock, Capitain. 

  - Oh, baby ... - he leaned his forehead against hers as he pushed his cock past her entrance, eyes shut tight  as he tried to keep himself sane at the mere feeling of her walls contracting against him. His lips found hers as he shed himself fully into her. Her hand searched for his, as Lee slowly rolled his hips against hers, basking in the mere high that was being inside of her. - You okay, baby? 

  - Yeah. ... fuck, move. - she whined as he removed himself from her and pushed back in, slowly starting to rock into her as he always did. The little tease. Her hand clenched his as he speed up his thrusts, lips returning to hers in a messy, moaned filled kiss. All she could hear was the sound of skin against skin and interrupted breathing. - Lee, fuck.

  - I know, baby. - he laughed, returning to kiss her the way he liked as her walls started to clench more forcefully against his member, milking him for all he was worth. His free hand grabbed her hip as he further sped up against her, bruising her skin as his breaths got more raggedy. He bite onto her neck as he felt his control over his own orgasm disappear. 

  - Lee, fuck! - she moaned, almost raising off the bed as her own orgasm washed over her. Her head fell against the pillow, sluggish as he continued to thrust into her until ropes and ropes of cum painted her walls. He chuckled mid grunt, holding her against him as he turned around in bed. 

  - You all fucked up, aren’t ya, sugar? - he kissed the top of her head. - You’re gonna see, sugar. Things are gonna be so much better.

  - Right ... - she cuddled against his chest. - Hm ... Lee can you drive me back home early on?

  - Early shift?

  - Yeah.

  - Okay, sugar.

The morning was a harsh breaker of dreamy hazes and just like that she was back to the place where she always was, in her home, surrounded by the scent of the perfume she had bought just for him. She sat on her dress, taking the necklace he had given her from the little mother of pearl seashell shaped box and holding them against her chest. She loved him, she really did. Some people had their downfalls and hers was painted onto her neck and held by her hands. He was her downfall. 

The sun was high up on the snowy midday in Knockemstiff and once again Lee had been resigned to desk duty after the Sheriff not taking it too lightly he decided to run without his permission. Normally he would’ve been upset but he knew, he knew he was close to winning and then he could throw away those stupid hotels and just get her a little house close to him. God, he couldn’t fucking wait.

    - Captain Bodecker, someone here for you. - his secretary knocked on his door. - Mary Gillies, sir. 

    - Mary Gillies? - he knew her to be a friend of Y/N’s, perhaps her only friend other than that punk Billy. - Send her in.

    - Good afternoon, captain. - she said as she walked into his office. - I’m so sorry to be bothering but Y/N ...

    - Is she alright? - he interrupted her.

    - Yes, well ...  - she rummaged through her bag to find a cushioned envelope with his name on it. - She told me to give you this.

   - What is it?

   - I don’t know, captain. I must get going, my husband is waiting for me.

   - Of course. Thank you, Mrs. Gillies.

He waited for the woman to be out of his office and for the door to be shut for him to open the envelope. The minute he opened the envelope, pearls fell into his desk, the same pearls he had given Y/N followed by a small note in the dusty pink stationary that normally laid on her dresser. Turning it around, he saw the words he’d been dreading to read or hear ever since he met her. I’m sorry, Lee. He threw the letter on his desk before getting up from his desk as fast as he could, ignoring the calls from his colleagues as he got into his cruiser. Damned, Brewer Heights, why couldn’t it be closer?

He approached her home fast and closed the door as fastly as he ran up to the door. Her hag of a grandmother was possibly at church and he had learned where they kept the spare key; behind a violet pot. His heart was beating as fast as a deer on a hunt as he climbed up the stairs and found the once filled room was empty, with only a perfume bottle on her empty dresser. He observed the whole room as if he were in a nightmare, sitting on her bed as he clenched the pearls he had given her not so long ago, the smell of daisies in the air as some song played on the still turned on radio.

You never know dear how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away ...

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Lifeline - Part 18

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: 3800+

Warnings: Angst, blood, violence

Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist

After receiving information from dispatch about the location of Billy’s cell phone, Thor called in an anonymous tip to Fury’s team, but instead of waiting around, Nat and Thor pulled onto the interstate, following the cellphone south to San Diego. 

Thor stared out the window, resting his elbow on the window railing with his chin in his hand. “I’m sorry, Natasha, for acting like a jerk earlier. I know you were doing your job and following orders. I would’ve done the same.”

“We’ve good,” Nat replied, giving him a once over. “You doing okay?”

“I keep thinking everything will be okay, and everything will work out--” he rubbed his eyes “--but um, I don’t know… I don’t know what we are going to find when we get there? Is she gonna be mad at me, is she going to be hurt, is she gonna be…” Thor took in a sharp breath, clearing his throat. “Billy threatened to kill her once before, you know, and he almost killed Steve. I’m afraid of what we are going to find.”

“Don’t think like that,” Natasha reassured, patting him on the shoulder. “We’ll find her.” She bit her lip, nodding to herself for her own reassurance. “YN’s strong…and with everything she went through, she rebuilt her life and herself. Billy might have her, but I have a feeling he has no idea who he is dealing with now.” 

Thor nodded, “If Billy lays another one of his grimy hands on her, he will suffer a fate worse than death. He’ll be…”

“More dead?” Nat asked, trying to contain a chuckle in this highly stressed situation. 

“Yes, but I was thinking more like being stuck in rush hour traffic for the rest of his life,” Thor smirked, trying to keep the conversation light. 

“Oh yes, that sounds so much worse.”

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“Where are we going?” You questioned, sneaking a peek at Billy, gripping the steering wheel. 

“We’re starting over. I’m saving us from this tricky situation you put us in.”

You leaned back into your seat, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Right, because everything is my fault,” you grimaced, rolling your eyes. “Why don’t you get it over with and kill me? I mean, isn’t that your plan.”

“WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,” Billy retorted, widening his eyes. “I can’t imagine my life without you. Why would I want to kill you, YN; I love you. You’re all I have.”

“But, that’s it, you don’t have me,” you mumbled, wringing your hands together. “I just never got a say in the matter.”

He huffed out a breath, shaking his head. “What’s with this attitude?”

“Well…what more do I have to lose? I lost my friends and family…like yesterday, and now, you’re all I have,” you admitted with a shrug. “It’s what you wanted, right? Me and you, both ghosts, living in the shadows, or did this car come with new identities, too? Oh wait, is that what’s in the duffle bag in the backseat?”

“Why would you think that?” He narrowed his eyes, licking his lips.

“Well, a creepy guy with a scar and milky eye drops off a car at a gas station. Now, doesn't that sound like the start of a bad joke? I mean, he definitely didn’t look like a criminal or a bad guy in his dark suit, and his name sounded so original, Agent Orange. I think I know a few people by that name.” You pressed your lips together, tilting your head. “On the other hand, if he looked like a dad, wearing crispy white boys on his feet, jean shorts, and a polo shirt. It would have been an immediate red flag.”

Billy smirked, shaking his head. “Luckily for you, you don’t have to worry. I have our lives all planned out, but I did miss your snarky attitude. Whatever happened to it?”

“I will give you a hint,” you leaned over the center console, “if you look in a mirror, you could probably spot the reason.” 

“Touche,” He added, cracking a smile, making the corners of his dark eyes crinkle. He gently grabbed your hand in his, sending an unpleasant shiver through your body, and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of your hand. You tried not to make a face as he lowered your conjoined hands back onto the center console. 

“I want you to know it isn’t going to be like this forever. We’ll get past this like we always do. I will forgive you, you will forgive me, and we’ll start over in this new city, meet new people, and create a whole new life for ourselves.” He squeezed your hand. “You can forget about the life you created yourself because you're never going back to that. This is our chance to start over...together.” 

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Nat pulled up behind two other police cruisers and a Chrysler 300 Black Sedan. Thor jumped out before she could get it into park and jogged up to the Chrysler but was stopped by Fury's hand. 

“Thor, for what do I owe this pleasure?” Fury asked, his one eye-widening, looking him up and down.

“Is she here? Is my sister here?” Thor gulped, looking past Fury to try and get a better look, but the officers were retreating away from the vehicle. 

“No, she’s not.” Thor’s shoulder sank, letting out a breath. “But, I assume you were the one who called in the anonymous tip.”

“Me… anonymous tip…no, no, that doesn’t sound like something I would do.” He shook his head while Nick stared him down.

“Odinson, I listened to the tape, and it sounded just like you.”

“Did it? Huh?” Thor rubbed his chin, staring hard at the ground.

“Seeing it will be better if we just work together at this point. I want you to know that we were able to recover the video surveillance from your sister's home, and we can confirm it was her husband, Billy Russo.” 

“I told you this. I told you the night it happened.” Thor shook his head. “And it’s her ex. Ex-husband,” Thor corrected, placing his hands on his hips. “So what…we have nothing now?”

“Russo is smart and is playing his moves carefully. He knows what he is doing, making all the right moves, but he'll mess up, and when he does, we will find him.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less from him given his background,” Nat stated, coming up to stand next to Thor. “Are we even sure this is the right vehicle?”

Fury narrowed his eyes at her, raising his voice. “Believe it or not Ms. Romanoff, but we do know how to track a phone and find a vehicle.” She smirked at his change in attitude. “And for your information, there was a 911 call placed earlier this morning from a gas station near San Diego. A mother and daughter found a note with YN’s name, Russo’s name, the vehicle description, and the license plate number. It said to give this information to the police. This would explain how Russo’s phone ended up in this car.” Nick pointed over his shoulder at the Chrysler. “YN made a smart move, but Russo must have pulled a fast one on her and switched cars at the last minute, so it doesn’t do us much good right now.”

“Did they see YN at all? Was she okay? Was she hurt...”

Fury held up his hand, and Thor shut his mouth. “Yes. The woman mentioned her looking a little beaten up but seemed hopeful.”

“When I find this bastard, I am going to…” Thor bit his tongue, clenching his fist and punching it into his palm. He mumbled to himself, shaking his head, stepping away from them.

“How’s your friend in the hospital? Any word yet?” Fury asked Nat, who narrowed her eyes at the scene behind him.

“He’s in recovery now. They're keeping a close eye on him.”

“Good.” Fury’s eye caught on to Thor’s unexplainable gestures while he paced back and forth. “What would you say about getting your friend a bulletproof vest; he looks like he could do something reckless.”

“I do have an extra one in the cab; I’ll give it to him for safe measure.”

“Excellent.”

“Since this is the correct car, who is the man behind the wheel? Any connection to Russo?” Nat questioned, staring at the black sedan. Thor returned, giving Nat a reassuring nod.

“We haven’t looked into much yet, but his name is William Rawlins. He is the COO of Cerberus and says it’s a company vehicle but doesn’t know who used it before him. He checked it out to run a quick errand over his lunch break, but we are headed back to his office now to look over the record logs.”

“What’s Cerberus?” Thor asked, looking between Nat and Nick for more information.

“It’s a security firm in San Diego, but I think they have different branches all over the country now. It protects public officials, and they also have a private investigating sector that started up a few years ago. I was on a case with one of their ‘agents’ as they call themselves, and he was an asshole.” Nat informed him, Nick nodded in agreement.

“Sounds a lot like Anvil,” Thor added, rubbing a hand over his scruff. “If this is a company vehicle, then someone must be helping Billy. For all we know it’s this Rawlins, and he’s playing us.”

“As much as we want to speculate at this point, it’s too early to tell.” Nat shrugged, and Fury nodded.

“Why would Cerberus remind you of Anvil? What is this Anvil?” Nick inquired, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, it’s a security firm Billy works at in New York City. He’s in the private investigating sector there.”

“Is there any reason to believe that Anvil is a branch of Cerberus?” Nat raised a brow at him, and Thor narrowed his eyes, processing the information.

“If there is a connection between the two, this could be it,” Nick answered.

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You sat back in the passenger seat, opening up the glove box, seeing a map of California, New Mexico, Nevada, and Arizona. “Where is this new home of ours going to be?”

“You’ll see,” Billy replied with his elbow resting on the door and his head in his hand.

“What are you going to expect me to do? Am I going to get a job, or are you going to make me stay at home and be your trophy wife?”

“Would that be a bad thing? It’s not like you liked being a 911 dispatcher.”

You swallowed, wringing your hands together. “But, I did.”

He scoffed, shaking his head.“You like being in the action, getting dirty in the line of duty, and seeing it first hand. You don’t like being behind a desk, waiting to answer a monitor every time a call comes in.”

“I might not be where the action is, but I am still helping people. I might not see them or get to meet them, but I’m here to help them with whatever they are going through. Using your voice to help is hard, but sometimes that’s all people need to hear to put them at ease and give them a sense of safety.”

“Hmmm, okay,” he snorted, smirking into his hand. 

“You have to give me something.”

“I don’t have to give you anything,” he grumbled, running his hand through his hair. 

“Well, how do you expect me to trust you again if you don’t tell me what’s going on?”

He licked his lips, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “Trust me; You want to know how you can trust me? That’s rich because I could ask you the same question. Can I trust you?” 

“You don’t have to trust me, but don’t you think I should know what we are getting into. Shouldn’t we at least have a plan once we get to where we are going? People ask questions, Billy, and don’t you think it would be a good idea to figure it out before we get there?”

Billy remained silent, gripping the steering wheel tight. He licked his lips, scrunching up his face enough to form a crease on his forehead. “Do you think I’m an idiot? How do I know that if I tell you, you aren’t going to use the first phone you find to call someone.”

“You don’t,” you answered with a shrug. “But you’re gonna have to trust me a little eventually if you want to make us work again.”

He glanced between you and the road, fighting a battle in his head. He clenched his jaw, letting out a defeated breath. “You’re right; you’re always right.” He licked his lips, shaking his head. “I’m giving us the fresh start we both need, and everything we need is in the bag in the back.”

You turn in your seat, reaching for the bag, and put it on your lap. You unzip it, staring at the contents inside. A rubber band was wrapped around new Arizona IDs and new passports with new names on them. A container with an assortment of keys and enough cash that could get you through at least a few months. 

You reached into the bottom of the bag and pulled out three framed pictures of you and Billy. One of you posing and smiling at each other when you first started seeing each other, another one of you at the wedding altar saying I do, and the third, standing close to each other on your honeymoon with the ocean behind you. You swallowed, staring at each one. They were supposed to bring back happy memories, but it only brought back the nightmares this relationship turned into. 

“It’s not a home without a few personal touches, right?” Billy shot you a warm smile, and as much as you wished it was sincere, you knew it wasn’t.

“Right,” you breathed, putting everything back and tossing it in the backseat. “So we are moving to Phoenix, then what?”

Billy raised his eyebrows. “We’re going to lay low for a bit until this mess dies down, and I can trust you again.” He throws you a quick glance, rubbing his gauze-wrapped wrist where Cosmo bit him. “Then, once we are a happy couple again, I’ll be taking on a new position at the Cerberus Phoenix branch.”

“What do you expect me to do once we are a happy couple again?” You bit your lip, feeling a lump rise in your throat. 

“Let’s not get into specifics right now.” He reached over and grabbed your hand.  “I want you to focus on forgetting about your life in LA and everyone in it. They’re not important anymore. It’s you and me, together forever, like we always planned.” He nodded, squeezing your hand for reassurance. 

You gave him a quick nod, fighting the tears threatening to escape. You turned your head to look out the passenger side window. The world outside was becoming a blur, and you were stuck inside with Billy, and there was no way to get out. He had a solid plan that left little room for error. Once they arrived in Phoenix, you wouldn’t exist anymore; Billy wouldn’t exist anymore. You would disappear, and those you cared about would be left wondering. Wondering if you were okay; wondering if you were even still alive; wondering how they let this happen to you. You blinked, feeling a few tears escape down your cheeks as you swallowed back a sob. Your friends, family, and Steve were gone, and right now, you might as well be too. 

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The police unit pulled into Cerberus, following the Chrysler through the electric gate and up the short drive until they came across a facility beyond the gate. It was a modern building, heavily secured and well secluded from the main road. 

Fury and Nat walked behind Rawlins while Thor stayed towards the back, taking everything in. He readjusted his bullet-proof vest underneath his shirt and sweatshirt, trying to get used to the tight feeling around his upper body. He didn’t want to wear it, but Nat insisted.

Inside the building, everything had white and gray tones to it from the furniture to the walls. Everything looked pristine and clean, almost like they were hiding something. Thor smiled at the lady behind the front desk, causing her to blush. He continued following the rest of the group up the floating steps to the second floor to an office at the end of the hall.

Fury and Nat began questioning Rawlins, sitting behind his desk. Thor stood off towards the back of the room, half-listening and half scanning his surroundings. If something was connecting him to Russo, he wasn’t going to talk about it; instead, he would have to search for it. 

His office looked like every big wig’s office he’d seen in the movies.  Floor to ceiling windows, showcasing a beautiful view of the trees on the property. Another wall was lined with artwork and a few bookshelves, filled with books that were probably more for show than actual reading. Thor’s eyes traveled to the walls behind him, noticing a bunch of framed photos hanging on the wall in sort of a college way. He took a step closer, noticing how each frame had an engraved plate under it, stating what branch of Cerberus it was and its location.  

“Would anyone else have access to company vehicles?” Fury asked with his pad and pen in hand.

“No, only company employees.”

“Does that include employees from other branches of Cerberus or just current in-house employees, so to speak.”

“Nope, all employees from any branch are welcome to a vehicle as long as they have proper ID,” Rawlins answered, leaning back in his chair. “Who is the young lady that is missing? Maybe one of my teams can assist you. We don’t do many missing person cases, but we are more than happy to help.”

“Oh no, that won’t be necessary,” Fury replied, holding up his hand. “But, we do have reason to believe you know the captor.”

“I’m sorry.” Rawlins looked taken aback, and in some ways, offended. “But this is news to me. I have many employees, so you will have to be more specific.”

Thor read off the frames one by one and glanced at every single picture. He needed to find a connection so he could find you. He clenched his jaw, reading the plates: Vistacorp, Arizona; Vancorp, Texas, and his eyes stopped on the next photo. He didn’t even need to read the plate to know it said Anvil, New York City. He narrowed his eyes at the picture, seeing Rawlins shaking Billy’s hand, and he had that stupid smile on his face that could win everyone over. 

“His name is Billy Russo.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t recall anyone by that name.”

Thor growled, tearing the picture off the wall, starling everyone, and marched across the room. “Don’t know him, then why are you shaking his hand in this picture,” Thor shouted, throwing the picture on the desk. 

“Oh, look at that he works at the New York branch.” Rawlins scanned the picture before placing it back on the table. “Why are you including me in this accusation? I don’t have anything to do with him or this abduction. I didn’t even know he was in town.” He sat up straighter in his chair, folding his hands together, and placed them on the desk in front of him.

An officer opening the door pulled everyone’s attention away from Rawlins and to the female officer. She handed Fury a piece of paper, whispering something in his ear. Fury nodded, dismissing her. He unfolded the paper, reading what it said before folding it backup and stuffing it in his pocket. “It’s a bit funny how this picture is saying one thing, and you’re saying something completely different. It’s like the picture is lying, and you are telling the truth. I don’t know what I am supposed to believe.”

“I am telling the truth. I have had no contact with--” he pulls the picture back to him “--this Russo since this picture.”

“Then, why was Russo the last person to check out the car, and according to this, he has yet to return the vehicle back to this facility. So how did you check the car out at noon if it wasn’t even on-site?”

Rawlins sat on the other side of the table, staring blankly at the three of them. He licked his lips and tilted his head at them. “Huh? How about that?” He let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head. “Well, I honestly thought it was going to take you longer to figure it out, Detective Fury, but you surprised me. All of you did.” He pointed to each of them, his sinister smile never faltering. 

“Where is she?” Thor growled, leaning over the table mere inches from Rawlins's face.

“That’s the thing about Billy,” he licked his lips, challenging Thor. “He is sneaky and quiet. He can hide in plain sight, is fast on his feet, and knows just the right time to strike. If you haven’t found them yet, you aren’t going to. They're both gone, and you’re going to have to live with the fact that you failed her.”

Without further hesitation, Thor punched him straight in the face and knocked him to the floor. Thor slid across the desk to find Rawlins, clutching his broken nose as it bled into his mouth. Thor grabbed him by the collar and punched him again when an officer rushed over and dragged Thor off of him. Thor grunted, pushing the officer into the wall with his nostrils flaring. He headed right back for Rawlins, but Nat stood in his path, pushing on his chest and forcing him to stop.  

“Forget about him. Don’t listen to him, Thor,” Nat commanded. “He’s not worth it; put this energy into finding YN and Russo, and then take it out on him.” Thor stopped in an instant, giving her a quick nod.  

The officer that held Thor back went over to Rawlins and put his face down on the hardwood floor. He started reading him his Miranda Rights and slipped the cuffs around his wrists.

“You’re lucky only your nose is broken, and both your eyes don’t match, asshole,” Thor threatened as Rawlins was escorted out of the office. 

“Feel better?” Fury asked, standing up from his seat.

“No,” Thor answered in a gruff voice, leaning against Rawlins desk and crossing his arms across his chest. “He’s right, you know…Billy is good at hiding. I mean, we didn’t even know he was following her.” He ran a hand down his face. “He does this for a living. Reads crime scenes, follows the evidence, finds suspects, and solves cases. He knows what we are looking for and makes sure to drive us in the opposite direction. He is good at what he does and probably even better at making someone disappear.”

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 AN: Thanks for reading Part 18! Just when you think they have something to go on, they are one more step behind. Thor sure did sack Rawlins pretty good though, but he did deserve it. And it's a good thing Rawlins was slacking on his paperwork, or maybe he just didn't have time to change the name to who checked the car out! 🤷‍♀️ On the plus side, at least they were able to track Billy's cellphone (the wrong one, but it was something), they know about the note she left in the gas station, found 'the other guy' but still got nothing...or do they?! 🤔 Not sure if any of you understood the crispy white boys reference, but it's usually the white tennis shoes dads wear on their feet! It's an Instagram reference me and my friends use all the time now! 😂😂 I will say she is getting more confident and seems to be pushing all the right buttons to get information from him, but he isn't giving much away. And can she trust him enough to know that he is telling the truth? The plot thickens...as always thanks for reading! Comments are always welcome! 

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sugar pie, honey bunch [lee bodecker smut]

➽ pairing: lee bodecker x fem!reader(y/n) ➽ word count: 4.3k ➽ summary: lee gets tired of your secret rendezvous at work, so he comes to your house and does something about it.   ➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. explicit language, smut, unprotected sex (pls wear a condom), daddy kink, degradation, infidelity by both parties, loss of virginity, mentions of anal sex ➽ a/n: if you know me irl no u don’t <3

It was quiet. Too quiet. I hated that. The silence let my thoughts run amok and that was never good for anybody, but least of all me. I had a tendency to overthink things, and quiet and still only amplified that. Knockemstiff, Ohio was the absolute worst place to live if you hated silence, because nothing happened in that little town. About twelve years ago, there had been a veteran who killed himself after his wife died, but that was the loudest thing that had ever happened to my little Knockemstiff. I should know; I worked as a secretary at the police station. I heard all of the gossip from around town. Earlier today, someone had been arrested for being drunk, which I think everyone in Knockemstiff could be in violation of. Every other day was quiet. It was hell. 

I could hear the crickets way out in the fields as I walked around the house. Those bugs served as my soundtrack as I found a box of matches and quietly slid a few into my mouth, and I padded through the house until I reached the front door. Knockemstiff was the sort of town where people didn’t use their front doors unless the Pope was showing up; it was all side doors and garages (if you were lucky enough to have one, which most of us didn’t). All that to say, I knew I could smoke by the front door and nobody would smell it. 

The night was hot. Oppressive and stifling, nearly suffocating. My skin was tacky against my nightshirt as I struck a match and lit a cigarette, and I leaned up against the side of the house. The moon was full, casting silver light onto my barren front yard and the dirt road that stretched exactly from one side of town to the other that ran in front of the house. It was a weird sort of beautiful. But quiet. Oh so quiet. 

Quiet, until I heard the far-off rumbling of a car. It wasn’t unheard of to get visitors in the night-- usually someone coming to ask me about the police station, because nobody had the balls or willpower to call our sheriff after hours-- but the noise drew closer at a snail’s pace. Whoever this was wasn’t in any hurry at all. Finally, a car rolled up in front of the house, the headlights off. There was a moment where I watched the car, then I sighed when the door wrenched open to reveal Lee Bodecker. The sheriff was a nice enough guy, maybe at the risk of being too nice sometimes and a total prick at others, but I was at a loss for why the hell he’d be here this late at night with his cruiser’s lights off. If it were an urgent police matter, he’d have his flashing lights on. 

“You shouldn’t do that,” Sheriff Bodecker told me, his voice carrying across the yard. 

“Do what?” I quipped. 

His boots brushed the porch as he climbed the steps up, and I caught his eye in the moonlight. “Smoking’s unbecoming of a young woman,” Bodecker told me pointedly. “Anyway, it’s a bad habit.” 

“You come to lecture me on smoking?” I asked. “I ain’t quite finished typing up that arrest report yet, if that’s what you’re after.” 

“No, no,” Bodecker said. “Nah, I ain’t here for that, sugar.” 

“Oh?” I said, crossing my arms. “And what are you here for?” 

“We’ll get to that soon enough,” Bodecker said. “Ain’t you gonna invite me in? It’s awful late.” 

“Exactly why I’m not gonna do that,” I said quickly, taking an exaggerated drag on my cigarette. “People talk, Lee. Blowjobs in the supply closet during lunch break are one thing; showing up to my house unannounced at half past midnight is something else. And I ain’t gonna be no Whore of Knockemstiff, ya hear me? Run along. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Invite me in, Y/N,” Bodecker said, tilting his head down to look me in the eyes. Bodecker was imposing: six feet tall and sturdy as a mule, even if his middle was getting a little soft. He had these steel-blue eyes that cut right to my core and gorgeous eyelashes, with puffy pink lips and a little cleft in his chin. Maybe if he were ten years younger, thirty pounds lighter, with one less marriage, I’d be into him properly, but that wasn’t the case. Our relationship was one of necessity (but aren’t they all?). His pretty little wife had stopped sucking his cock and he had a thing for my pink lipstick. It worked. That wasn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy our little trysts, because I definitely did, but something felt off about this certain encounter. He had never paid me a visit at home before. “Be a good little host for me.” 

I huffed and stamped out my cigarette. “Come in, won’t you?” I grumbled, throwing open the squeaky screen door. It felt off to have Lee in my house, but everything about us was off. I guess this was only normal. 

I flipped the light on and settled myself against the counter as Lee pulled off his tan sheriff’s hat. His hair was dark as pitch, shorn short on all sides but getting a little long at the top, and little wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes as he squinted at the pictures I had on the fridge. “And who’s this?” he asked, pressing his thumb into a picture. 

I looked at it and clenched my teeth. “Boyfriend,” I answered simply. 

“Oh?” Lee chuckled. “And where is he?” 

“Well, right now, he’s in ‘Nam,” I answered. “He enlisted, got sent over.” 

“And he didn’t propose before he left?” Lee asked, and I shook my head. “Hmm. Usually when men go to war, they make sure that they’ll have someone waiting for them when they get back.” 

“Why are you here?” I asked suddenly. “What do you want?” 

“The wife’s mad at me tonight,” Lee said. “She was drinking and started yellin’ at me. Said I was better gone.” 

“And you came here?” I said. “Why?” 

“Got nowhere else to go,” Lee shrugged. “And I figured that you’d welcome me.” 

“You couldn’t go to a bar?” I asked. 

“Not unless I wanted to run into my sister,” Lee said. “And I don’t feel like having a fucking lecture.” 

I sucked in air through my teeth. “Fine,” I finally said. “But you’re on the couch.” 

“Aw, c’mon, babe,” Lee groaned. He approached me at my place at the counter, and his arms went on either side of me, keeping me right where he wanted me. “It’s been a long day for me. You’re not really gonna make me sleep on no stinkin’ couch, are ya?”

“I sure am,” I told him. “‘Cause you’re sure as hell not sleeping in the bed.”

Lee tilted his head. “Not even a good night kiss?” he asked. 

“No,” I said. “This is an inconvenience for me. I got shit to do tomorrow and I need sleep.” 

“Which is why you were outside smoking,” Lee said. 

“Helps me calm down,” I snapped. “Lee. Let me go.” 

“You sure are a stupid little bitch, huh?” Lee sneered. “You really think I rolled up to your house just wanting a place to sleep? Honey, you shoulda been expecting more.” 

Lee regularly spoke to me like this, but it was usually while I was tying my hair back and kneeling down in front of him. “Don’t call me that,” I said. 

“It’s true, though, ain’t it?” Lee asked. “Just a dumb bitch, that’s all you are. You fuck a married man and try to act like you’re better than everyone else. And you don’t think everyone knows?”

My ego deflated in half a second. “Do they?” I asked shakily. 

“That’s why the wife kicked me out,” Lee said. “Someone told her I was fuckin’ you, and she got mad. Asked for a divorce and all.” 

“We’re not fucking, though,” I tried to counter. 

“Oh, so you’ll put my cock in your mouth and call it ‘convienience’, but you draw the line at calling that ‘fucking’?” Lee scoffed. “C’mon, sugar. The whole town already knows it.” I tried to keep my chin up, but I know that Lee saw my lip trembling. “Oh,” he chuckled. “Except the whole town doesn’t know, do they? Your little boyfriend goes to sacrifice himself for the betterment of our fuckin’ country, and you’re here, whoring yourself out for me? Is that why you don’t wanna fuck me proper? Saving your first time for that bitch-boy?” 

“I’m not a virgin,” I said, but Lee instantly saw through my lie. 

“Bullshit,” he said. “You know how I know? You suck cock like a high schooler.” Lee’s hand went to my waist, and he held me a tight, bruising grip. His hands were so much stronger than I had imagined, and an unfamiliar heat bloomed between my legs. My arousal wasn’t usually a part of the supply closet moments between us, and I had never really felt that before my boyfriend left. This was uncharted territory for me, and I hated that Lee seemed to instantly know that. “I bet you think about me every night, don’t you?” Lee asked. He leaned into me and pressed a kiss to my neck, and a shiver ran down my spine. “Don’t you?” He growled, taking my skin between his front teeth. 

“Fuck,” I hissed. “You’re a dick.”

“Answer me,” Lee snapped, smacking my ass hard enough to make me gasp in pain. “You think of me fucking you stupid every single goddamn night, don’t you? I can tell, with the way you eye me at the station. You’re not subtle, honey, not in the slightest.” 

“Lee,” I whimpered. “You’re hurting me.” 

“Good,” Lee huffed into my neck. He shoved his hips against mine with enough force for my waist to collide with my countertop, and I became well and truly stuck between Lee’s rock-hard cock and the counter. I knew what he was offering, and I couldn’t deny that the thought of his thick cock inside of me made butterflies erupt in my tummy. He kissed my neck, becoming more needy by the second, and he finally sank his teeth into my skin. “Gonna have to make up your mind, sugar, or I’ll do it for you.” 

I gulped down my anxiety, and I whispered, “Be gentle.” 

“That’s a good girl,” Lee chuckled. “Show me where that bed is, sugar. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t remember your own goddamn name.” 

As soon as I pulled Lee into my bedroom, he had pushed me onto the bed and was kissing me hard. He bit my lips and sucked on my tongue, and he swallowed every pathetic moan I let out. God, I was pathetic. I was shaking, I wanted him so badly. Lee obviously knew that and had no problem with letting it go to his head, because he situated himself over me and gave me a wolfish smile. “You want me to undress you, sugar?” he asked. 

“I can do it,” I told him. 

Quickly, I rid myself of my nightshirt, and my skin tingled at the exposure to the air. Lee gave a gentle sigh, almost like one of relief, and dipped his head to my chest. He ran his tongue from the dip of my neck to between my breasts, and he latched his teeth onto one of my nipples with no warning. I nearly gave a shout of surprise, but I kept it contained. If this bit of foreplay was any indication, there would be enough time for shouting and crying later. 

“These…” Lee growled, grabbing at my breasts with rough hands. “Perfect fuckin’ tits, sugar, Jesus. Wanna come all over them. I just might have to.” 

Lee’s mouth went to my other breast, and one of his hands fluttered down from my chest to my waist, and even lower. Again, without so much as a censure, he pushed a finger past my folds and sunk himself knuckle-deep into my throbbing heat. My back arched against my will and I cried out at the amazing feel of it, and Lee laughed into my tits. “I’m only doin’ this ‘cause it’s your first time,” Lee told me, slowly dragging his finger in and out of me. It was a feeling like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I felt tears welling in my eyes. It was so fucking good. “If I had it my way, I’d already have my cock in you. Have you on your belly, fucking the hell outta you, watching myself fuck you so deep.”

“Please, Lee,” I sobbed. 

Through my watery gaze, I saw Lee smile against my chest. “Oh, what a good girl,” he moaned softly. “You’re my little fuck-toy, ain’t ya? Just fuckin’ desperate and begging for it. I guess it won’t take too long to fuck you absolutely stupid, will it?” I shook my head, and I jerked in surprise when his calloused finger drove itself into that spot inside of me. I called out his name; I was too far gone to care about the sick pleasure I knew it gave him. “Beg for it, sugar. Beg me to fuck you dumb.” 

“Please, Lee,” I whimpered. “Lee, fuck, please. I-I want you to fuck me so hard, please, babe.” 

Lee withdrew his fingers from me and sent a hard slap to my throbbing clit. This time, my gasp was one of genuine pain. “That ain’t what you call me and you fuckin’ know it,” he grunted. “Do it right or don’t do it at all.” 

I knew what he wanted, and I was too far gone to care. “Oh, Daddy, please,” I mewled, squirming, longing for his touch once more. “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me ‘til I can’t walk. I want you so deep in my pussy, please.” 

“That’s more like it,” Lee whispered. Then, with a strength that I didn’t know that he possessed, he turned me onto my stomach and tugged my hips into the air. My arms shook as I tried to steady myself, and I felt my wet arousal drip down my thigh. As I tried to steady my breathing and remove the fog from my mind, I heard the sounds of Lee undoing his belt and shoving his pants down his thick thighs. His big hand captured a handful of my hair unexpectedly and he tugged me upright with only a small huff of exertion, and he bit my neck again. Lee Bodecker was an animal, and I liked it that way. 

One hand stayed in my hair as his other guided himself inside of me, and I nearly felt sick. The stretch was otherworldly and, dare I say, painful. Maybe the prep he had been doing wasn’t such a poor idea. But I had made my bed; now I had to lie in it. “Slow down,” I panted, feeling the tears return, and I writhed in his grip. “Fuck, Daddy, it hurts.” 

“I know it does,” Lee whispered, biting my ear. “But you asked for this. You asked for me to fuck you, and I’m gonna do just that. And ya know what? I think I’ll come in this pretty little cunt. What do you think of that?” I started to protest, but Lee shoved his fingers in my mouth, effectively shutting me the hell up. Even if I wanted to say something, I couldn’t. “Fill you up to the fuckin’ brim, have it drip outta you, it’ll be such a filthy thing to see. Your little boytoy comes home from the war and you’ve been letting an older, married guy stuff you full of cum? You think he’ll like that? Think he’ll wanna share?” Lee snapped his hips forward, fully burying himself inside of me, and I gave a wrecked sob around his fingers. I thought for sure that he would split me in two. 

Lee’s fingers dug into my hip as he started a steady rhythm. I truly had no idea how old he was-- I imagined probably late 30s or early 40s-- but he was fucking me hard and fast with the stamina of someone my age. Either he had a lot of expertise in the field or he truly had the fantasy of coming inside of me and was wanting to hurry the process along. The more I thought about it, I realized that I really knew nothing about Lee. Not his wife’s name or if he had kids; I didn’t even know that he had a sister until he had mentioned it earlier. However, something about not knowing was better than knowing. At least, this way, I could sort-of distance myself from the act. I was fucking the sheriff (or, technically, he was fucking me), but we weren’t an item. I was just his favorite toy. 

Lee suddenly wrenched my arms behind me and captured them against his chest, fully restraining me and leaving me pliable for him. With his fingers still in my mouth, I could hardly do anything but submit, but I liked that. I couldn’t tell if the throbbing in my pussy was pleasure borne from the way he was punishing my g-spot, or pain derived from his taut balls hitting my wet pussy every second. I had gotten my wish; there was to be no walking in the morning. I could feel spit gathering at the corners of my mouth, and I nearly choked on it, but Lee suddenly slowed down, molding his soft body against my back. “Fuck, honey, I’m gettin’ close,” he panted in my ear. “Now’s the time to tell me if you want me to come in ya or not.” 

His fingers left my mouth, and I tried to form any thought. Lee was the only thing in my head, though, and I could only whimper out his name. That was answer enough for him, because he released my arm and shoved me down onto the bed. His hand grasped the back of my neck and held me down as his hips pounded in and out of me, huffing and panting. I never could have imagined that the sound of that would have turned me on as much as it did, but my muscles tightened around his fat cock, and he laughed. “Aw,” he cooed. “Does the little cunt need to come? I’ll be honest, I forgot all about that. Wanna make a mess all over Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” 

I answered with a keening whine, but that didn’t seem to be enough for Lee. He smacked my ass hard, surely adding to the redness and bruising that I know already existed, and he fisted my hair tighter. “Answer me, bitch,” he growled. “Say it. Say ‘I wanna come on your cock, Daddy’.” 

“I wanna--” I started, and a shudder went down my body when I felt something warm and wet find home on my asshole. I was so far past the point of degradation, and my mind instantly went somewhere else. I had heard about that, sure, but I had never imagined that that could be something that I wanted. And yet, here I was, Lee’s spit coating my ass, mumbling out words that would send me to hell. “Fuck, Daddy. Can you fuck my ass?” 

“Oh, is that what you want?” Lee asked. “As tempting as that is, I’ll save that for another night. I’m not sure you’re a virgin, sugar, begging for it up the ass. But, fuck, it looks so good… I guess we have something to look forward to, huh?” 

Lee’s arm wound around my body and he instantly went to my poor clit. His fingers had tugged at it enough to make it tender to the touch, and he abused it as he fucked right into my g-spot. “Jesus Christ,” Lee whispered. “Squeezing the shit outta me. I’m serious, honey, let me know if you don’t want me to come in you. You’re about to not-- fuck, Y/N-- have a choice.” 

“I want it,” I told him. “I fuckin’ want it.” 

That seemed to be the final straw, because Lee sent one more hard fuck into me, and I felt his cock twitch before warmth spilled into my pussy. The squelching as he continued to fuck me through his orgasm was so loud that I was afraid that the whole of Knockemstiff would hear it, but I couldn’t make up my mind on whether I cared or not. Somewhere in the middle of that, Lee cussed and began to rub my belly, whispering sweet things to me that would have felt out of place only minutes before. I didn’t realize that I had come. I liked the feeling of it, though, especially with how sweet Lee was suddenly.

“Good girl,” Lee told me. He shushed me as I moaned and cried, my pleasure edging on pain, and he pushed my hair away from my neck and placed gentle, open-mouthed kisses on my throat. “So, so good for me, ain’t ya? So goddamn pretty when you’re coming all over my cock. I can’t tell you how much I dreamt of this…” 

My entire body trembled as Lee pulled out of me, and I collapsed onto my bed, panting and trying to form a coherent thought that wasn’t just the sheriff’s name. Only a few seconds passed before he was on me again, but it felt different this time. Lee moved the two of us under the blankets and rubbed my back, and he kissed my forehead gently. I nearly thought it was love. As my tears dried and feeling returned to my fingers and toes, I became aware that Lee was naked against me. As far as I knew, he hadn’t undressed as he had fucked me. His skin was so warm and it was comforting, and I nuzzled my head into his soft chest. My throat was so dry as I tried to swallow to form words, and Lee titled my face up in order for me to look him in those pretty blue eyes of his. 

“How’re ya feeling, sugar?” He asked, his voice as wrecked and raw as mine. “Feelin’ alright?”

“Sore,” I mumbled. “It hurts, Lee.” 

“I’m sorry, honey,” Lee whispered, and I knew that he was being honest. Lee was perhaps the biggest jerk in town, his elected title obviously inflating his ego more than it should have, but I never knew that he was capable of being sweet in this manner. “I was real rough with ya and I just shouldn’t have been. I feel plum awful ‘bout it.” 

“No,” I croaked, splaying my hands against his chest. Underneath the coarse hair, I could make out white marks on his skin, and I pressed my forehead against him. As I studied his body, I saw more and more of the marks, and it was only when I saw my hip against his that I connected the dots. Stretch marks. My Lee had stretch marks all over him, just like I did. “Please don’t. I woulda stopped you if it was too much. Thank you.”

Lee nodded and sighed into my messy hair. “You looked so beautiful,” he told me. “Any man that calls you his is a lucky fuckin’ bastard, I’ll tell you that much.” 

I couldn’t help myself. My lips pressed against my chest, and I took care to kiss every mark I laid my eyes on. “You’re…” I began. “You’re gorgeous, Lee.” 

“Nah, knock that shit off,” Lee chuckled. “I ain’t nothin’ compared to you, sugar.” 

“No, really,” I told him. “Those big blue eyes, your pink cheeks… Your fat fuckin’ cock--” I laughed at myself, and Lee kissed the top of my head. “You’re the most handsome man I ever met.”

“Even more than your soldier boyfriend?” Lee asked. 

“My soldier boyfriend’s like a twig, Lee,” I told him. “There’s nothing there for me. But you…” 

“I’m fuckin’ fat, s’what I am,” Lee said with a smile, but I saw the hurt in his eyes. “I’m old and I’m fat--”

“Alright, shut up,” I said. Suddenly, a different sort of desire burned in me, and I pushed Lee onto his back before I straddled his waist. “There ain’t nothing wrong with you, ya hear? You are fucking perfect, Lee.”

The insecurity flashed across his face, darkening his features for only a second. “But the marks--” 

I twisted my body to show him my hip and thigh. “I got ‘em too,” I said. “And don’t act like you didn’t see them, not for one second. And what did you do? You didn’t give a shit. I don’t either. They’re a part of you, and you are so sexy, Lee. I wanted to jump your bones from the moment I met you, and nothing ‘bout that’s changed and nothing’ll make it change. And ya know what? I’d reckon you’re stuck with me, so get used to it.” 

“Oh, I’m stuck with ya, am I?” Lee asked with a smile. He tugged me down to him, pressing his tongue into my mouth once more, and the ache between my legs was replaced with the now-familiar pleasing tingle. “And I get no say in it?” 

“I think you got your say when you wanted to fuck me up the ass,” I said, sinking my teeth into his plush bottom lip. “What a fuckin’ cliche we are, huh? The sheriff fuckin’ his secretary.” 

“When I first hired you,” Lee began, his warm hands traveling all over my body, and his fingers took special care to trace the white marks along my thighs, hips, tits, and ass. “My wife hated the idea. She said she was worried that late nights at the station would wreak havoc on me, and having a pretty little thing like you there with me was dangerous.” 

“Don’t go talkin’ ‘bout your wife,” I groaned. “That’s such a turn off, Lee.” 

“Oh, is it?” Sheriff Lee Bodecker laughed, stuffing his fingers back inside me, just like nothing had ever happened. “‘Cause you seem all wet for Daddy, just the same.” 

[hournites]

Will It Wash Me Clean?

Hournite fic: Rick gets a visitor in jail -  2x08 

(Part 1/?) 

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One minute, Rick was asleep. 

One minute Rick was asleep in the dingy holding cell, the next Beth stood over him, arm outstretched and figure glowing green in the night, activated goggles perched at the top of her head like a translucent halo. 

There wasn’t time for Rick to formulate his questions about how or why or where she’d come from. Sweet, intoxicating relief pierced through him like a needle, ran like an aching supplement for adrenaline he’s missing, craving, through his veins. His heart started pumping and his chest expanded and out expelled a breath that got lost in the leather suit of Dr. Mid-Nite’s shoulder-padded arm. Her hands stayed still at her sides as her head turned, calculatingly, already onto their next move as he slumped against her.  

Rick didn’t understand. He didn’t need to understand. He’d go with Beth. Rick would go anywhere with her. 

“Beth!” her name gasped out his lips. Her sheer presence was enough for Rick to tremble, to break for her solace. For this long-imagined and forbidden embrace. Beth slid her goggles firmly over her eyes just as Rick pushed himself up and got a proper look at her. It had been...It had been days.

There weren’t any attorneys Rick could afford. Not even with Pat and Barbara’s savings. Not with his reputation and disdain in this town. No legal counsel, no salvageable way to untangle Rick from the terrified grief-stricken rambling he shouted at the dispatcher through the phone. The tearful plea at the first aid responders blew into a full-fledged panicked insistence to take him away and to deal him in. That he didn’t mean to kill anyone except for all the ways that he did. 

“Rick. Yeah. It’s okay. It’s me. Come. Quickly. Now, while the jail’s still empty. The coast is clear.” 

The holding cell creaked wide open behind her, keys jammed stuck in the lock. 

“What?” His head whipped back behind him at the solid wall. The one he’d stared at for nearly a week in peril as exhaustion seeped into his bones. 

She laughed and gave him a light push. He stumbled along, following her out of the shadowed bars and through a maze of sterile halls, squinting through his blurry vision. “Beth. What are you doing?” He looked back at her as the fresh cold air hit his lungs. 

She grabbed his arms, yanking him closer. “I’m breaking you out, silly.”   

Their chests collided together. Rather, her head met his shoulders and Rick was so deliriously happy he wanted to kiss her. Rick wanted to more than kiss her. He blinked slowly, dazed through his wet, clumped eyelashes to gaze down at her. The green goggles snapped downcast over his cuffed wrists. Beth reached into a back pocket, olive cape flaring behind in the wind behind the police cruisers. “One second.”  

A new set of keys emerged and she freed him. And then there were his hands, free to stretch out and expand. Arms free to spread as he half-spun around in his spot by the lamplight shining on them. Free to tilt his head back and thread his fingers through his dirty hair and drag his palms over his face, holding off a choked sob first, then hiding a smile that grew and grew until he was urgently gripping onto Beth, choking over clumsy laughter for real. 

Beth watched Rick break down with mild interest. 

“Let me. Let me—” Rick fumbled over his words, over his thoughts. Over everything. What was he even trying to say? Rick couldn’t process the next minute. The next moment. Beth pulled him aside and they walked through forgotten back alleys on a mission to weave through the town without a trace. Without a word. 

“Wait!” He hardly caught his breath but his mind cleared enough to know what the buzzing was ebbing through his muscles, warming his face underneath his set jaw. He just wanted to hold her. Look at her. Thank her. “Let me…”

The pads of his thumbs reached below the thick band of Beth’s goggles. She went still, letting him lift the folded material, unclouding her gleaming eyes. Face no longer obscured, Rick gazed on adoringly. He stepped forward and blinked back more tears. It was a lot and too much and not enough all at once when he bumped his forehead down to hers and just absorbed the night between them. 

“Beth,” His voice broke altogether. “God. You didn’t have to do this.” The realization set in. “You didn’t have to.” Rick loves her though. He reached for her suede brown gloves for one of her hands. He slipped his hand into hers, felt the curve of her palm through the suit, and attempted to pull the tips off slightly. The gloves weren’t enough. Rick needed something skin to skin.  

Her fingers twitched. Then pulled away.

“This is illegal, Rick.”

“I know. I know, and I can’t believe you did something like that for me. I’m not— this could get you in trouble. I’m not worth a risk like that. You didn’t have to get me out of there but...there you were.” Rick’s breath hitched. “Like my angel.” He’d been thinking that since she appeared to him like a glorious fever dream. She was driving him mad. “Beth… please. Let me kiss you.”

“No, Rick,” her soft voice whispered. “Listen to me. I freed you because it was the right thing to do.” She cupped his cheek as he searched her eyes. “But what is there left for you here? You have nowhere to go. You’re too dangerous, Rick. Even before the hourglass. This is a dead-end. Nobody’s come to defend your case. This town can’t handle you.”  

Rick squeezed his eyes shut, shutting down. Beth touched him tenderly, soft fabric grazing across his sunken cheeks then carded through his hair that gave him the care he yearned for. He couldn’t tear himself away.  

“But what about you?” he asked desperately. It didn't make sense. "What about you, Beth?" 

“Me?” Beth took a step back into the shade by an old crooked fence. The goggles sat on the bridge of her nose, green overcast shining harshly on him. “That’s why I’m here. So you can go.”

Rick shuddered through another breath, shielding his eyes. 

“You let Grundy free. I’m doing the same for you. We can agree on that, can’t we, Rick? Granting mercy to Monsters like you that don’t deserve it?”

Rick crumpled. Ground hit his knees, freed hands grasping at cruel, empty air after Beth vanished. Wind lifted a young giggle that was never hers. 

~,~

“We’ve got a sixteen-year-old detainee currently at the Blue Valley holding center needing medical attention and a psych eval. Yes, ma’am. Looking like PTSD. Over.” 

~.~

“Hey! Kid!” The officer shook Rick hard. “Kid! Shit.” 

Rick jolted out of the vision. Two uniformed policemen flanked with guards crowded into Rick’s cramped tiny room.  

“Stand down,” the officer called out to his partner over his shoulder. “Yeah, he’s stable. He was in a terror trance or something.” He studied Rick. “Need some water?” 

Rick couldn’t even manage any words. He nodded, panting, then knocked his head hard against the cement wall of his detention cell. Not again. He ground his teeth and clenched his fists over his buried face, knuckles pressed against the intrusive hallucinations spinning more tricks as tears streamed down from his eyes. Of course, again. 

And it would continue to happen over again. As much as Eclipso pleased.

They could lock him in a straight jacket and throw him in a pit, still, Rick couldn’t claw Eclipso out of his damn mind. His shirt clung to clammy, pale skin. There was no relief in the flat jail heat. Horizontal bars were still too sturdy for him to bend. There was no out. No hourglass. No jailbreak. No rescue mission to get Rick out while the JSA mapped out their next plans. No Beth with her arm reached out forward, to both save and break him. 

“I’m sorry,” he croaked. He got a water bottle still cold, wet on his palm with condensation.  

The officer with Carl on his name tag squatted down low. “Does this happen often?” 

Rick glanced away. Since he landed there? Often enough. 

“We’re gonna get you help, kid.” 

Why were they pretending to be nice to him in jail? Rick squeezed the crinkling plastic bottle as he thirsted, letting it deform in his grip instead of taking a drink. More lights flashed on and one of the officers got him a starchy blanket he didn’t even want. He looked down at the pins and needles in his shackled foot. They’d kept him in one leg cuff. Because he was dangerous. 

That part really wasn’t fake.  

The vision wasn’t real. What Eclipso dug out of him again. But it was dug out from something real. It was buried there. The stuff he said to Illusion Beth, wanting to run with her. More than that. The way that rush had made him feel. A part of him almost wanted to hide back in Eclipso’s game. Did he even have to fight back? He was too easy for the devil to manipulate, terrorized and broken down, powerless. What left was there to take from him anyway? 

Rick was beyond help.

[cherienymphe]

Protect & Serve III (Steve Rogers x Reader)

WARNINGS: Cop!Steve, mentions of abuse, violence, STALKING, HARASSMENT, eventual KIDNAPPING/NON-CON

IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DNI

➥ {page breaks done by @whimsicalrogers}

summary:  escaping an ugly past, you have no choice but to return home. While much has remained the same, Officer Rogers is a new addition who has won over the hearts of the town in your absence. And no one believes you when you start to see him for who he really is

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The man behind the counter welcomed you with a warm smile as you approached. Maybe he could sense your uneasiness as you hesitantly placed your hands on the counter, looking at him with a nervous smile.

“Hi,” you quietly greeted. “Um… I need a gun.”

The brunette chuckled, blue eyes filled with mirth as he eyed you.

“No kidding,” he replied, gesturing around to the rest of the gun and hunting and supplies store.

“Right,” you chuckled. “I just… I need something small and easy to handle.”

You bit your lip, and his face slowly grew solemn as he ran his eyes over you.

“You don’t look like a hunting kind of gal,” he quietly insinuated.

You shook your head.

“No.”

He nodded in understanding before inhaling as he straightened, turning to eye the wall behind him. He paced, eyes roaming over the assortment of guns, and you took the time to look around. Never in your life did you imagine yourself in a place like this, but you were tired of being a sitting duck in someone else’s twisted games. You’d been through that once already…

“Here…”

You turned, eyes falling to the small gun in his hand as he neared the counter again. It was small enough to throw into your purse or hide in your car, whenever you got a license, and it looked easy enough to operate. It was perfect.

“I want this one,” you told him.

“Figured you would. It’s a Ruger LC9. It’s a 9mm caliber semi-automatic. Super simple to operate and will still get the job done,” he murmured.

He showed you how to load it, turning the magazine over and going over its features. You nodded as you followed along and grabbed your wallet without hesitation. He eyed you again as he took your cash.

“You talk to the police?”

“For what?” you wondered.

“For whatever’s got a girl like you buying a gun on a Monday morning,” he explained.

You sighed.

“Yeah, I’ve talked to them, but since no crime has been committed, there isn’t much they can do. I refuse to just sit around and wait for someone to hurt me. I’m done with that,” you told him.

He nodded and stuck his hand out.

“The name’s Clint. If you have any questions or…need to come back here, you know how to find me.”

You shook his hand and threw him a grateful smile.

“Thanks.”

The weapon felt so heavy in your purse, and even though the safety was on, you were careful in placing the bag in your car. The ride home was spent stewing over your thoughts. There was too much that you had to consider, and instead of spending the rest of the summer making lesson plans for when school started back, you were worrying about some stranger stalking your house at night.

Here you were doing the cops’ job for them.

That thought drew your mind to Officer Rogers, and you clenched your jaw. There was a time when you gave people the benefit of the doubt, but after your marriage, you couldn’t afford to do that anymore. How glad you were to be wary of the blond cop from the beginning.

His behavior had officially crossed questionable and dove straight into terrifying. You feared to imagine what would have happened had you accepted his proposal for dinner. You didn’t understand his behavior…not one bit. Was he punishing you for turning him down? Surely, that couldn’t be it. It seemed so…silly. Childish even.

Wanda had stated that just about every woman in town had been trying to lock down the man since he moved here. You could believe it. You’d have to be hard of seeing to deny how attractive he was, and coupled with his profession, you could definitely see why he was popular with the women in town. He was a seemingly kind man with the face of an angel, sworn to protect those in need. He was like something out of a cheesy romance novel.

You knew better though.

You’d been on the receiving end of his gaslighting tactics, his nicely veiled threats, and his wandering hands. The real kicker about his behavior though, was that he hadn’t done anything concrete enough to go to anyone with. None of what he did was objectively outright enough to report him with. Wanda had already asked you if you’d misunderstood his quip about your past abuse. You could just imagine anyone else’s face when you told them of how he brushed your waist and held your hand. ‘Oh, the horror!’ they’d say.

You hid your gun in your nightstand as soon as you got inside of your house. You hoped that you wouldn’t have to use it. You’d never been the type to resort to violence, but your ex-husband had changed all of that. If the cops wouldn’t do their job and protect you, without an incentive, then you’d do it yourself.

Hours later, you did just that.

You were half asleep anyway, having been going in and out of consciousness all night. The noise had come from the front of your yard this time, and you peeled your eyes open, slowly blinking as you heard it again. You had swiftly flicked the switch on your lamp and slipped your hand into your drawer to grab the weapon you’d bought.

You licked your lips, slowly sitting up. You looked down, making sure that the safety was off just before exiting your room. It was quiet outside as you quietly crept downstairs. You felt silly, standing in your living room in your oversized t-shirt, both hands on this toy-sized gun. You glanced at all of the windows, and when you didn’t see anything, you crept into the kitchen.

The silence made you nervous because you knew he was still out there. You turned towards the window and didn’t see anyone through the curtain. You weren’t convinced though, and you remained still. Sure enough, a bulky silhouette came into view as they glided past the kitchen. With wide eyes, you raised your arms, the gunshot making your ears ring as glass shattered.

You watched as he clutched his arm before taking off, a deep grunt traveling through the broken window. Hurriedly, you ran after him, throwing the door open before sprinting outside. Your yard was empty, and you had your gun raised before you as you paced the yard, spinning around. It was quiet…empty of anyone else it seemed.

They were gone, but fortunately, you knew that you’d hit them. You were just about to lower your weapon when you had a thought. With wide eyes, you ran back into the house. You were quick in grabbing your phone from upstairs before sprinting back outside. You turned the flashlight on as you neared the grass just below your window.

There, before you, were a few spots of blood, and hope bloomed in your chest. You let out a chuckle, feeling confident for the first time in a while. You put the safety back on the gun and laid it on the kitchen counter as soon as you were back inside. You grabbed a paper towel, stepping back out into the cool night air. You were wiping up the blood with the napkin when red and blue flashes suddenly filled your vision.

You stood and turned, watching as a police cruiser parked along your curb. The cop who stepped out was familiar to you, but it wasn’t the last person you wanted to see. Bucky strode across your yard to approach you, a less than enthusiastic look on his face.

“We got a call about gunshots. They listed your residence as the source,” he said as soon as he was close enough.

Your lips parted, and you glanced away. The blue-eyed man sighed at that.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” he admonished.

“What other choice did I have? None of you can do anything until I get hurt, and why would I wait around for that? The state doesn’t require a license to keep one on my property. It was self-defense,” you defended.

He frowned at that, running his eyes over you, alarmed.

“What was self-defense?” he slowly questioned.

You shoved the napkin at him, and his eyes widened.

“I shot him…Officer Barnes. I know I did! I got him in the arm, and now you have his blood, his DNA! You can test it, see if there’s a match in the system-.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” he said, attempting to calm you down.

You hadn’t realized that you were talking so fast, and you apologized.

“Here,” you said, turning to walk into your house.

He followed you, watching as you put the bloody napkin into a Ziplock bag before handing it to him. He gingerly took it, eyeing it before heaving a sigh.

“Well…the evidence is pretty damning. We’ll test it as soon as possible,” he eventually said.

Sighing in relief, you nodded. You watched as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he studied you. There was a twinkle in his blue eyes, and it struck you how much like Steve’s they were.

“Ms. Y/L/N…is there anyone who’d want to hurt you? Anyone at all?”

You opened your mouth to reply in the negative when you suddenly froze. Familiar blond hair and blue eyes came to mind, and you blinked, a realization falling over you.

“Killian,” you murmured as if just remembering him.

“Sorry?”

You shook your head, eyes meeting Bucky’s again.

“M-my ex-husband. He’s the only one I can think of…”

“I assume it ended badly?”

“That’s an understatement,” you scoffed. “He was advised by his lawyers to go through with the divorce when I filed. It wasn’t his choice, at all, but it was in his best interest.”

The other man simply stared at you.

“He wasn’t…a good man. Not at all. I wish I could say all of it was verbal and psychological, but I had no choice but to come clean when I landed in the hospital. It wasn’t looking good for him and refusing to go through with the divorce would make him look worse,” you explained.

Bucky sharply inhaled, nodding.

“I see…”

“I…can’t believe that I’d never considered him before. He has money, but I’d never thought he’d find me so quickly,” you murmured.

Bucky made his way to the door, and you followed.

“I’ll get this down to the station. You be careful with that gun,” he advised, and you nodded. “Have a good night.”

And for the first time in weeks, you did.

“You look well rested,” Wanda complimented, bringing your plate to you.

You returned her smile with a genuine one of your own.

“I feel well rested. Hopeful, actually,” you replied.

“That’s good! So I take it things are a lot better at your place, now?”

“They will be,” you cheerily said, digging into your food.

“I’m glad to hear it, and what great timing too. It seems like Steve might be out of commission for a few days,” she told you. “So, it won’t be him responding to any 911 calls.”

You blinked up at her. You couldn’t care less about the blond cop in any way, and the information actually filled you with relief, but your curiosity got the better of you.

“Why?”

“He was shot,” was her simple response.

However, it made you feel anything but simple. You almost dropped your fork as you eyed her, brows furrowing as your heart dropped to your stomach.

“…what?”

“Yeah, in the arm…”

It felt like someone took a knife to your chest.

“…the word is that he was involved in a hunting accident.”

You forced yourself to swallow, mind whirling.

“When?”

She hummed, thinking.

“The day before yesterday, I believe,” she answered.

You wanted to be relieved at that, that it wasn’t last night, but…it all seemed too coincidental. No…there was no way. The thought alone made you want to be sick.

“How…awful,” you whispered.

“I know,” she pouted. “I’m baking him a cake tonight. Figured I’d head up to his house to deliver it to him.”

You pressed your lips together, trying, and failing, to talk yourself out of what you were about to do. You knew that you were paranoid, you’d never deny that, but you owed it to yourself. If only to quell your fears. You had to see…

“Uh…when are you heading over?”

“Probably in the morning,” she said just before welcoming some customers in.

“Can I come with? I’d like to check in on him too…”

She looked at you with a sly smile, and you grimaced.

“Growing on you, is he?”

“Hardly,” you scoffed. “It’s just… He’s always entertaining my concerns, responding to every call I’ve made. I feel like the least I can do is check on him, you know?”

She nodded, buying your lie.

“That’s really sweet of you. I’ll swing by your house around 8,” she said. “He lives pretty far out, so it’ll take about 45 minutes to get there.”

You nodded, and she left to go deal with some customers.

You swallowed, appetite lost, and you pushed your plate away. Your paranoia was really getting the best of you because a part of you actually believed that the person you shot last night was Officer Rogers. It was the most outlandish thing to think. The man was an officer of the law, and even though he proved that he didn’t deserve that title, there was a pretty big gap in between some creepy touches and a full-blown stalker.

You knew how it would sound if you voiced your fears to Wanda. People hunted around here all the time, hunting cabins forever common. It was perfectly believable, but…it seemed too coincidental. Besides, you figured there was no harm in seeing for yourself just to put your fears to rest. However, a small voice in your head wondered what you would do if you didn’t put them to rest at all, but only increased them?

What if you only confirmed your suspicions?

This plagued you all throughout the night and well into the morning when Wanda pulled into your yard. You locked up your house and hurried to her car, goosebumps rising on your flesh from the cool early morning air.

“So how far does he live?” you asked as soon as you were in the car.

“Do you remember where Dr. Banner lived before he left town?”

You nodded.

“Past that,” she replied, and you blinked.

“Why so far out?” you wondered.

“Steve likes his privacy. Plus, he’s really a nature kind of guy. Homebody too. I know our town is no New York, but even it gets a bit too much for him sometimes,” she explained.

“Being secluded in a big house with Steve Rogers, out in the woods, sounds like something most women would be interested in. He definitely strikes me as the type to want kids and the whole nine, so why hasn’t he ever taken any offers? You said it yourself that he’s had plenty…”

You were beginning to realize that you didn’t know much about this man, at all. It seemed strange that someone like him hadn’t dated anyone in 6 years. You already knew that there was definitely something wrong with him, but could there be more? Like making you feel unsafe in your own home more?

“I don’t know,” she hummed. “He did have a short thing with Peggy when he first got here-.”

“Peggy? I could see that,” you said to yourself, wondering what had happened.

Wanda answered your unspoken question.

“Yeah, it didn’t last very long though,” she sighed. “She left as soon as it ended. I never did find out what happened exactly, but she was just gone one day. House emptied of everything, and her car was gone. I guess it ended pretty badly. Steve never talks about it.”

You frowned at that. You’d known Peggy growing up, and that didn’t seem like her. Unlike you, she was never the type to just take off. But so many years had passed. Steve came to town about 4 years after you left, and a lot could happen in 4 years. People could change, and you supposed that’s what had happened.

The rest of the car ride was filled with idle talk about things that had happened in the years. Wanda told you about her boyfriend, Vis. He’d move here about two years ago, and he apparently made her very happy. She’d been lonely ever since her brother Pietro had moved away not long after you did, and Vis apparently made her smile more.

Eventually the topic somehow came back to Steve...and Bucky and Sam.

“His name is James, but everyone calls him Bucky. Him and Sam were roommates in college and just remained that way ever since. They both moved down here about…4 years ago? They’re all like 3 peas in a pod, like brothers…”

Sam was Officer Wilson. You’d seen him in passing a few times, usually with Bucky. He seemed nice enough.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if one, or both, of them was up here already,” she said, taking a left into the trees.

The driveway was paved and long, curving every which way before it eventually straightened out. You realized that the car was going up an incline, and thick trees surrounded you on both sides. When Wanda said that he liked his privacy, she wasn’t exaggerating. The seclusion of it all could be considered peaceful if you ignored who lived here.

She pulled up in front of a nice two-story house, the light blue paint standing out amongst the dark trees. You had the small cake in one hand while you closed the car door with the other. You admired the scenery as you followed her. It was beautiful, there was no denying that, but the battered woman in you couldn’t help but to think how easy it would be to get away with anything. If you screamed, nobody would hear you.

You followed her around the side of the house towards the back deck, and with a start, you realized that the hill that the house sat on led down to a rather large lake. Fog hovered over the water in the early morning, and your lips parted at the sight, eyes running over the thick trees on the other side.

“Pretty, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you murmured.

“He had it built before he officially moved down here. I don’t blame him for spending all of his free time at home. Who’d want to leave this?”

She knocked on the backdoor, and your nerves spiked as you realized that you would soon be coming face to face with the erasure of your fears…or something that would only worsen them. It took a few minutes before you heard him approaching the door. A greeting was already on his lips when he opened it, but it died when his eyes landed on you.

“Wanda…and Ms. Y/L/N. Come on in,” he greeted, stepping back.

“Hey, Steve. I wanted to bring that cake by before I had to go to work,” she said with a smile.

You followed her inside and shuddered when your shoulder grazed Steve’s chest.

“Y/N wanted to check on you too, make sure you’re alright,” Wanda added.

You looked at him with a small smile, noticing the long-sleeved shirt he had on.

“It’s the least I can do after responding to all of my calls,” you told him.

He returned the smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I appreciate that,” he whispered. “You can just put it on the counter.”

He gestured to the kitchen, with his right arm you noted, and you followed his instruction. You could hear him and Wanda talking in the living room while you slid the plate on the granite countertop. You glanced around, noting how homey it looked. You weren’t sure why that surprised you.

“Rough night?” you heard Wanda ask him as soon as you reentered the living room

Your eyes followed as she gestured to the several empty beer cans on the tv stand. Steve chuckled, placing his right hand on his hip, the left hanging limply at his side.

“Hardly. Sam and Buck came by last night. We just got into a few beers, watching some game that was on,” he replied.

You licked your lips.

“How’s your arm? Wanda told me it was a hunting accident…”

His gaze met yours, and the corner of his lip quirked up into a small smirk. He gestured to his arm, his left one, and relief filled you as he spoke.

“Yeah, Sam and I got a little careless out there. It’s just a graze, but nothing to worry your pretty little head about,” he responded.

Wanda chuckled at that while you fought not to sneer. You were just thankful that you’d put your fears to bed. The man you’d shot last night, you’d gotten him in his right arm. Steve was injured in his left, and you allowed yourself to breathe now.

“Can I use your bathroom?” you suddenly asked him.

“Yeah, sure! Just down the hall there,” he told you, gesturing behind him.

You thanked him and walked past him, Wanda’s voice reaching your ears as she asked him something. You went for the first door on your right, hand on the handle, when you were startled by a presence.

You looked up as Steve placed his hand on the small of your back, eyes widening as he pushed you along. His fingers pressed into your waist, and you shrunk in on yourself, a frown covering your features at his close proximity.

“Not that one,” he quietly told you. “That’s the basement.”

Your eyes met his now, and you quickly looked away at the intensity there.

“This one’s the bathroom,” he continued, opening a door, and flicking on the light for you.

You murmured a quiet ‘thanks’, flinching when he squeezed your hip one last time before returning to the living room. Your jaw clenched. He may not have been a stalker, but he was still a creep.

“I... I don’t understand. How long does it take to test some blood?”

The policewoman before you pursed her lips, arms resting on her desk.

“It can take up to a few days-.”

“Which it has been.”

“Yes, but the sample has to be sent to a lab, and we have to wait for the results,” she explained. “I understand your concern…”

“Do you?” you mumbled.

She chuckled, green eyes sparkling with mirth.

“I do. Why do you think I have the job I have anyway? I like being able to protect myself and other people,” she told you. “There was a time when I wasn’t able to…”

You sighed, glancing around the busy station. It was empty of a certain blond cop, and you were happy.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. You’re also a woman, so there’s no doubt that you definitely understand what I’m feeling. I just…I have to know who this person is. I don’t feel safe in my own house.”

“I know,” she replied. “Steve talks about you a lot.”

Your heart skipped a beat at that, face falling.

“…he does?”

She hummed.

“He wishes that he could do more,” she said. “He worries about you. Of course, with this blood sample, I imagine he’ll be doing a lot more worrying. This is proof that someone is out there every night, messing with you.”

“Do you think this will be enough to convince your boss to let someone stakeout my house?”

She mulled it over, humming.

“You know what? It might be. I’ll definitely bring it up,” she replied, and hope bloomed within you.

You fidgeted in your seat, worrying your lip, and she frowned.

“Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?” she asked.

Her tone of voice told you that she knew you did, so you figured it was best to just come right out and say it.

“If you are able to get someone to watch my house at night…can it not be Officer Rogers?”

Her frown deepened, and she ran her eyes over you. She leaned in, a red strand grazing the side of her face as she studied.

“Now why would you request that?”

You didn’t feel like you had a valid reason to give her, not one that she’d believe anyway. Steve was a town favorite, so you had to come up with something that would make her listen to you.

“You and Officer Rogers are friends, right? You care about him?”

“Of course,” she said, urging you to continue.

“I know that he worries about me, and that’s why I think someone else should be assigned to this. If it gets approved, of course. I just worry that lines may start to blur…”

She straightened up at that.

“How do you mean?”

You let out a soft sigh.

“He did ask me to dinner a while back, and seeing as I only recently got divorced, I refused. I’m just not ready, and I know that he understands and has no problem waiting, but…”

You chuckled.

“He’s just so sweet. I still feel so bad about it, and I don’t want to make this any harder on him. Until I’m ready, I don’t want to give him the wrong idea. I think it’d be best for everyone if an objective pair of eyes were on this. Especially for his sake…”

She hummed, nodding in understanding.

“No, Ms. Y/L/N, that’s perfectly reasonable. I’m glad to hear that Steve is finally trying to get back into the dating pool though,” she said, standing, and you followed her lead. “It took him long enough.”

You simply threw her a smile.

“Well, thank you for listening to me, and please, call me as soon as those lab results come back.”

“I will,” she promised.

Your shoulders felt lighter as you stepped out of the police station. Soon, you could find out who was tormenting you and they’d be locked up. In addition, you wouldn’t have to deal with Steve for a while…or ever again. You could finally breathe again. Soon you’d have nothing at all to deal with aside from lesson plans, and bratty kids were nothing in comparison to this.

As you neared your yard, you realized, with disappointment, that you would be eating your words. A sleek black car was parked on the curb, and it took a minute for you to realize that it belonged to Steve. You’d just seen him a few days ago, so you were unsure why he was paying you a visit. Apprehension filled you as you parked.

He was already out of his car and slowly making his way towards you when you stepped out of your own. You sent him a tense smile, standing beside your driver’s door as you eyed him.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” he greeted.

“Officer Rogers.”

“I came by to thank you for the cake,” he told you.

“Oh,” you said with a frown, shaking your head. “There’s no need. Wanda made it. I just carried it in the house.”

You brushed past him, nearing your house, and you could hear him following.

“Still. It was very thoughtful of you to come by and check on me. Especially considering the night you had before…”

You paused and turned to look at him, brows furrowed. He had one foot on your steps while you stood on the porch, neat blond hair pushed away from his face.

“…sorry?”

“Bucky. He told me about what happened,” he explained.

“Ah,” you softly said.

You shouldn’t have been surprised. Wanda did say they were like brothers, after all.

“I confess that’s partially why I’m here. I wanted to see how you were fairing. That must have been terrifying for you,” he admitted, blue eyes inquiring as they drank you in.

You glanced down.

“Yeah…it was, but…I didn’t have much of a choice,” you said, looking at him. “I know you all are just doing your job, and I suppose I can’t blame you for that, but… I couldn’t just sit around and wait for someone to hurt me.”

He hummed, eyeing you.

“So do you know who it is?”

You shook your head.

“No, but I did get some of his blood. I talked to Officer Romanoff today, and she said that the lab results should be in any day, now,” you repeated what she had told you.

He nodded, making his way onto your porch now, and you stumbled back.

“Look, if you need-.”

“Officer Rogers,” you boldly interrupted, giving him pause.

His blue eyes were focused entirely on you as you swallowed, determined to put an end to this.

“Um… I have something to say…”

He straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared you down, waiting for you to continue. Your tongue darted out to swipe over your bottom lip, and you took a deep breath.

“I’ve always tried to give people the benefit of the doubt. Always, but…since my ex-husband, I don’t think I can really afford to do that anymore. For my own sake…”

Steve’s eyes had darkened, and you fought to hold his gaze.

“Your behavior makes me uncomfortable…and I want to say that perhaps you aren’t aware of it, but I don’t believe that. I think you know how you make me feel.”

You watched as he looked down his nose at you, jaw clenching and eyes hard, and you forced yourself to continue.

“If I offended you…or hurt you when I turned you down, that wasn’t my intention. Believe me, that was the farthest thing from my mind, and I don’t appreciate you acting so inappropriately towards me for it.”

His chest heaved with his deep breath, and you watched the way his cheek poked out, probably from his tongue. Satisfied with yourself, you took a step back.

“That’s all I had to say,” you finished, turning to go inside.

“Ms. Y/L/N, wait,” he finally spoke, reaching for your arm.

“Officer Rogers, please! I-.”

Your words were cut off by his loud grunt, pain lacing his tone. You had reached out to push him away, not liking the way he’d grabbed you. You frowned, chest clenching, feeling like someone had dropped a bucket of ice water over you as you watched him clutch his arm…his right arm.

He had reached for your right arm with his right hand, and in retaliation, you’d turned and pushed your left hand against…his right arm. Realization hit you, and your eyes widened as you looked at him with different eyes. Eyes filled with a fear unlike any other you’d ever experienced.

You stumbled back, heart dropping into your stomach as his gaze finally met yours. He opened his mouth to speak, but you were already rushing inside, locking the door behind you just as his fist banged against it.

“No,” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head.

He didn’t knock again, and you moved to the side, watching his silhouette through the curtains. It was getting late, the setting sun casting shadows everywhere, and feeling like you were going to be sick, you noted that the shape looked awfully familiar. He just stood there for a painful amount of time before eventually taking a step back and leaving altogether.

You placed your hand on your couch, struggling to stand. It was no use. You collapsed to the floor on your knees, taking your table and lamp with you, the fragile décor shattering upon impact with the floor. You pressed your hand to your forehead, entire body trembling as you realized what your subconscious had always suspected.

Officer Steve Rogers was the one tormenting you every night.

 ~

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Walsh

PART ONE:

Warning: smut, violence, gore, breaking and entering, sarcasm. So much swearing. Mentions of Shane c*ck.

Kennedie Gunner was Lori’s best friend throughout high school as Shane was Rick’s best friend. The two often saw a lot of each other, more than Kennedie appreciated most days. She lived down the street a little ways from Rick and Lori, and visited every chance she got. She and Lori would spend nights together if Rick was pulling a double, as Lori never felt safe alone.

“Morning Kennie! Hey, Rick’s planning a little backyard barbeque if you’re interested.” Lori smiles as she pats the seat next to her. “You want to go grocery shopping with me?” She asks, flicking the list on the table.

“Sure!” The Gunner woman cheers, grabbing her small purse and leaving out behind Lori. Carl had gone to his friend’s house for the night, excited to kick off summer.

“So first stop is the liquor store. You want to make mimosas? Or?” The brunette asks as they drive towards town.

“Whatever you want. I’ll buy booze, Lo.” The blonde offers with a smile. Lori nods in acceptance because she knows Kennedie will fight dirty to the end. As they make a right, too busy talking that Lori forgets a turn signal, a police car lights the two up and Lori groans.

“Mornin’ ladies.” That voice could make Kennedie’s blood boil.

“Morning, Officer Walsh, Officer Grimes, what did I do?” Lori asks, rolling her eyes and giggling. Kennedie wasn’t giggling.

"Miss Gunner, you still look stunningly pissed off, as per usual.” Shane calls across to her, giving her a nod.

“And you still look like a douchebag, Walsh.” She snorts, rolling her eyes as she gives him a sarcastic smile.

“Always a pleasure, Ken.” He nods, pushing back his short curls.

“Yeah, never is.” She bites, flipping him the bird.

“Anyways, gals. I noticed you didn’t use a turn signal back there.” He drawls, and Lori giggles to Kennedie with a smile on her face.

“Jesus christ, Shane. Why don’t you go do some actual police work instead of hitting on your married partner’s wife!” She jabs, and Shane stalks to the other side of the car.

“Is that illegal drugs I smell?” He asks, popping open the door and unbuckling her. “Stop out of the car, ma’am. You don’t have any weapons or drug paraphernalia on ya, right?”

“No. I don’t, asshole.” She nips, letting Shane kick her ankles apart.

“Guess I’d better check, huh?” He asks, pushing his hands down her body roughly. A shiver breaks through her and she sucks in a breath. It doesn’t go unnoticed as he steps away. “Must be the smell lingering in the car, huh? You ladies have a great day. I’ll see y’all tonight.” He chuckles, sashaying back to the car like he hadn’t made the hair on her neck stand up.

“Bye Shane! Bye honey!” Lori calls as they head towards the store. “You two love to rile each other up. You get him going, then he gets you going; it’s hilarious honestly.”

“I can’t stand that awful man. He’s so fuckin’ annoying. He walks around like his penis could save the human race. News flash, buddy! It’s probably nothin’ special!” She berates as she heads into the store with Lori.

As she and Lori finish up dinner, she quickly jogs to the bathroom to change into shorts and a bikini top. Lori had said they’d swim if it killed them. The sweet brunette meets her at the sliding glass door in her bikini and two mimosas in her hands.

“Girl, yes.” She heaves, slipping a glass from her hand and taking a sip.

“Hey, so question. Rick and I were to vacation would you be okay to watch Carl? It’d only be a weekend. Rick wants to go away for our fifth anniversary but he wants a little escape.” Lori’s cheeks flame cherry red.

“I’d love to!” She cheers, patting Lori’s knee before they both find their way into the pool. Getting settled into some floats, sunglasses on, and mimosas in hand, the two women float around the pool.

“Fire in the hole!” Shane’s deep voice carries through the breezeway before he jumps off the deck, landing directly on her float and sending her careening into the pool, mimosa soaring through the air.

“Walsh!” She yells as she comes up for air. Swimming over to him, she grabs his neck and drives him under the water. He allows her to try for another minute longer before he physically stands up and drags her out of the water with him. As she huffs and tries to swim away, his finger expertly hooks her bikini top and tugs. As she starts to stand up, her breasts are on full display for him and she gives a shriek. “You are such a pig!” She cries, face flaming red from embarrassment as she scoops her top from the water and ties it on.

“Damn, why such a prude baby? That was probably the first time another man ever saw your tits!” He calls, mockinggly gripping at the air like a pair of breasts.

“Dammit Shane. You’re always such a bully.” Rick groans as Lori heads in after her.

“She’s just sore, that’s all. She’s too closed off.” Shane gripes as he sits with Rick to drink a beer.

“Either way, listen. Me and Lori are going away for our fifth anniversary, okay? And Kennie’s in charge of Carl, but will you just check up twice a day? Sometimes he gets to be a lot for one person, yeah?”

Shane’s eyes meet Rick’s and he snorts a little.

“Rick, she’s a grown woman.”

“Yeah, but you gotta at least watch the lights, man. Women can’t shut off lights. Also, go say sorry, man.” Rick jabs a lazy finger at the larger man who only chuckles in response.

“What? Nah, man. She’s a grown woman.” He laughs, taking another drink. Rick finishes dinner on the grill and the four adults sit down to eat in the dim glow of the sting lights.

“Sorry, Ken. I’m sorry for earlier. I did not know you were a sensitive little girl.” He snorts, she grabs a piece cheese and tosses it at him. He just laughs, snatching it and sticking it to her bare chest.

“Don’t you have ass waiting for you, Walsh?” She nips.

“Nah, you wanna be?” He licks his bottom lip and wiggles his brows at he.

“A comedian? That’s very impressive. A sheriff. An asshole. And a comedian. You must be a popular man at parties.” She nods, throwing her head back in laughter.

“That’s right.” He nods, giving her his big, gorgeous smile he used on other women, and for a millisecond, he thought he saw a flash of something more behind those sarcastic, rolling eyes.

“Alright. Well, I’m gonna head home you guys. Thank you for dinner! I’ll be over Thursday night then?” She asks as she rises from the table. Shane rises as well to Rick and Lori’s surprise.

“Can I walk you home? It’s dark.” He states, giving Rick a little smile.

“Are you really that much of a lightweight? No you’re not walking me home.” She nips, shoving him away as he steps closer to her.

“Good night, Kennie.” He coos, waving goodbye.

“Shut up, Walsh.” She grabs her purse and heads for the door. Lori does follow, giving her a big hug and offering to see her Thursday.

“Yeah, we plan on leaving Thursday night when Carl gets home from school.” Lori talks as she walks with her best friend out the door.

“Got it! I’ll pack my stuff then and see you guys Thursday!” She cheers as she heads down the street. A car circles her but drives away. Finding it odd, she grabs her pepper spray that Walsh had forced her to take a few years ago.

“Weird.” She states as she goes in and shuts the door. Turning on her alarm system, she double checks the windows before heading to bed.

Thursday morning comes and she packs her suitcase before loading into her car. Driving down the street to Rick and Lori’s, she pulls in behind Rick and Shane’s cruiser. A moment of realization hits when she sees Walsh in the passenger seat eating fries.

Ducking down under his view, she tries her best to hide but when she hears the door click open and shut she sits up and gives him her best unimpressed face.

“Good morning, you prude. What are you here so early for? Rick and Lori are probably gettin’ it on, so I might suggest not going in there. Unless you’re into that. We could have an orgy on the couch.” Shane wiggles his brows, giving her a stupid grin.

“I’m not orgying with anyone who tries to hit on me with ketchup on their face like a man child.” She laughs, shoving at him as she gets out and grabs her suitcase.

“Why do you hate me so much?” He asks as he slips the case from her hands and carries it to the door. Her hands go for the handle, but Lori’s greeting interupts her.

“I don’t hate you. Dislike? Oh yeah. Hate? Uhm, no.” She answers as Lori meets her at the door with a wild grin.

“Come in!” She cheers, swinging open the door. Shane snatches her suitcase and carries it in for her.

“Walsh? You okay?” She asks, looking to him with confusion written across her face.

“Yeah, why?”

“Because you’re being nice and I want to throw up.” Kennedie nips at him, raising her brows.

“Because the confused look on your face is worth it.” He snorts, dropping it onto the couch. A little black piece of lace sticks out so far that he hooks it with his index finger and gives her a wink.

“Shit, you wanna put ‘em on? Show me how they look?”

“Oh, Christ. Fuck off.” She barks, snatching the black panties from his finger and stuffing them into the bag before storming away from him. His laugh carries, egging her on. For a split second, Shane could imagine her in those black lace panties and his breath hitched.

“I guess Rick and I are gonna head out a little early since you and Shane are here. Shane offered to get Carl from school today and tomorrow. Didn’t you?” Lori asks with a very prominent nod.

“Yeah, I figured why not. Carl likes the cruiser better than your Honda anyway.” He prods, licking his lips again, hand running over his mouth and stubble. Of course Kennedie could tell what she was doing.

“I bet. I bet you use Carl to pick up girls on your way here too, don’t ya?”

“Yeah, it ain’t worked on you yet, you grannie.” He digs, winking at her before he tugs on his utility belt. “Some of us have to work, so. I’ll get Carl from school, try to be decent when we get back.” He prods, jabbing a finger at the lace panties still in her hand. “Carl doesn’t need to see that stuff.” Balling them up, she throws them at Shane, watching them hook onto a button on his uniform.

“Shut it, Walsh.” She nips, snatching her panties away once more before heading to the living room to put them in her suitcase.

“You two enjoy each other’s company! Thanks again!” Lori calls as she and Rick barrel out the door to their car.

“Enjoy your company? That’ll be the day.” She huffs, flipping on the TV to a music channel. Shane hadn’t noticed he was staring until she looks up from cleaning up the living room.

“Why do you hate me?” He asks softly, leaning his hip against the door jam as he cards through his thick, dark curls.

“Because you treat women like objects. They only need three essential things and none of them are a personality or a heart.” She offers as she puts the books on the shelf and stacks his toys in a bin.

“I’m not as bad as you think.”

“You left Rick’s christmas party last year with one of Lori’s friends. You left Fourth of July, broke Carl’s heart, because he wanted Shane to go to the fireworks with him, because of pussy. You left the Labor Day party for pussy. You left Carl’s fifth birthday for pussy. So I love that you’re trying to connect with me for some weird reason, but Shane? You only have one thing on your mind and I won’t be a notch in that stupid utility belt.” She states matter-of-factly as she wipes down the counter.

“You’re just jealous.”

“No I’m not and it pisses you off. You can’t get to me and it bothers you doesn’t it? I’m the one woman in the entire world who isn’t drooling over your dick.” She chuckles as she wipes down the couple dishes in the sink.

“I’m really not into you. Somewhere in that sick little mind you’ve created this fantasy that I’m in love with you.” He points to his own temple as if to signal she’s crazy.

“Oh sure, I did. I heard you hold your breath when you saw those black panties. Somewhere in that sick little brain of yours, you’re imagining what I look like in those. Don’t ya?” She asks, giving him a dirty smirk. Storming up against her, he gets in her face and she doesn’t back down.

“You bet. And all you think about is that Walsh dick. Right? You want some?” He growls, his body against hers.

“No thank you, Shane. But I appreciate the offer.” She coos, giving him a sweet smile before slipping past him. “Bye! See you in a couple hours!” She calls as he storms out the house.

As she hears a car pull in the driveway, she looks out to see Shane and Carl grinning and laughing, Carl’s face covered in blue around his mouth. Heading out the front door to greet them, a stern look as her arms cross over her chest.

“OH shoot. Run little man. Kennie’s mad!” He grabs Carl’s hand, trying to run away.

“You two get in here. Shane! He had ice cream?” She whines, waving to the blue stain around his mouth.

“It was only a little. We shared one scoop.” He offered.

“Carl, are you hungry for dinner? There’s enough for you too, Walsh.” She states as she leads Carl into the house and wipes off his face.

“You wanna wipe off my face too?” Shane calls. She just huffs, rolling her eyes as she sets a couple plates down.

“Are you eating?” She asks, eyes never leaving the chicken on the stove.

“Can I trust her cookin’?” He whispers loudly to Carl, catching her attention.

“Yeah. She’s a good cooker.” Carl assures in a loud whisper.

“A’right. I’ll stay.” He nods like he’s doing her a favor and sits at the table, unclipping his utility belt and hanging it over the chair. They eat in silence, not much to say.

“At school today, this girl told me that she thinks I’m cute. I told her what you say uncle Shane. Cute’s my middle name.” He giggles, “and then she kissed me on the cheek uncle Shane!” He cheers, earning a hand shake and a laugh from the large man.

“Oh that’s great, Walsh.” She chimes, giving him a dark look.

“Nice job.” He smiles, patting Carl’s head. Forking a chunk of chicken into his mouth, he moans at the delicious flavor and when she looks across to him confused he just nods to Carl, “you were right. Good cooker.” Shane nods, talking with his mouth full.

They finish their meal in quiet, Shane shooting Carl funny faces every now and again, making him giggle.

“Thanks for dinner.” He nods as he rises to his feet, scrubbing a hand down his jaw.

“No problem.” She smiles, grabbing the dishes up and heading to the sink.

“Hey Aunt Kennie?” Carl asks, looking to her as he brings his plate over in two little ketchup-covered hands. “Momma says you and uncle Shane won’t date a’cause you’re too stubborn. What does stubborn mean?” He asks, looking up holding his plate.

“Me and uncle Shane can’t date because he’s a womanizer, okay?” She explains, putting his plate into the sink with the other two. Shane coughs, drawing attention to himself. “What?” She asks very plainly.

“You can’t tell a five year old that his uncle is a womanizer.” He retorts.

“I just did.”

“What’s a womanizer?” Carl asks, looking to Kennedie for the answer.

“It’s when a guy treats women, not nice.” She improvises, deciding ‘like toys’ wasn’t the best answer.

“Oh, uncle Shane can’t be a woman fighter, he’s too nice. He changed an ol’ girl’s tire the other day.” Carl responds, holding out his hands to be washed.

“Not a woman fighter, hun, a womanizer.” She chuckles, looking over her shoulder to see Shane laughing softly to himself.

“Uncle Shane, are you taking me to school tomorrow?” Carl asks as she wipes away the ketchup from his hands and fingers.

“Sure, bud. I’ll be here at seven-thirty, okay?” He asks, crouching down to Carl level. Carl nods, hugging the officer before letting Shane rise to his feet and head to the door.

“See you in the morning, Walsh. And don’t be early. I’m not a morning person.” She nips, jabbing a finger at him.

“So six is good then?” He asks as he walks out the door and closes it behind him.

[the-quiet-winds]

The Gravity of Tempered Grace (part eight)

[This is the end of this story, hope everyone enjoyed!]

[part one] - [part two] - [part three] - [part four] - [part five] - [part six] - [part seven]

[Part 8: Till All My Sleeves are Stained Red]

The Life and Times of Jane the Queen, Chapter 13 - The One Who Kept Her Head

“Jane’s relationship with Henry was not nearly as tumultuous as the ones that preceded her. It was filled with ups and downs, as relationships tend to do, but those highs and lows were not nearly as intense as when Henry was married to Catherine of Aragon or Anne Boleyn.

Regardless, Jane was passionate about what she believed in, and that passion would sometimes spill into arguments with Henry. Even though she was often quiet and reserved, she was no stranger to giving her husband a piece of her mind, and even breaking decorum by calling him “Henry” in front of courtiers, much to his ire.”

It’s the blinding lights that catches their eyes. 

Red and blue, flashing harshly against the darkness of the townhomes, careening down the street. 

Police aren’t an uncommon sight by any means in New York, but lights blazing down their road at almost four in the morning?

Something isn’t right.

“Jane’s in trouble,” Cathy says immediately. “It- it has to be.”

No one even stops to question her, and as soon as they’ve somehow all found shoes they’re rushing out onto the sidewalk and following the lights.

Oddly enough, the mass of police cars come to a stop only a few blocks down, and they are nearly blinding as the girls approach.

Cathy has to admit, it’s definitely not the scene she was expecting. 

Jane, completely unscathed, is leaning against the rail of one of the house stairs, talking to an officer.

Henry is in handcuffs, raging and storming and yelling all sorts of nonsense as he’s forced into a car.

Jane looks past the officer she’s speaking to and sees the other queens, all in their pajamas and whatever shoes they could find in a hurry, and she excuses herself.

She doesn’t get any words out before throwing her arms around as many of the girls as she can fit, who all reciprocate the hug in turn.

“But I thought…,” Anne starts, faltering as her gaze falls on Henry, who is glaring daggers at all of them through the back windshield of the cruiser.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Jane says. For the first time since they’ve returned, there’s emotion and sincerity in her words and in her eyes. “I had to make him think I was on his side.”

“What… how did you get the cops here?” Kat asks.

“When I didn’t have my heart, I did a lot of reading,” Jane says. “It made sense, I guess, when nothing else did. When I left earlier, I wandered into our favorite bodega.”

That was just earlier this same night, they all find themselves remembering, and yet it seems like forever ago.

“There was a newspaper on the stand from yesterday,” Jane continues. “I flipped through it and found an article about a man who was wanted by Interpol for destruction of property. Specifically, destruction of property at Chapel Royal at Hampton Court. And the suspect looked ‘suspiciously like Henry the Eighth’.” 

“You knew you could get him arrested,” Catherine says.

“At the time I didn’t, because I wasn’t sure that I knew anything,” Jane quips, chuckling softly. “But when he showed up and he had my heart… I just knew it was the best thing to do.”

Cathy gasps quietly. “That’s what you meant!”

“Is this really what you want? Do you really want to go with him, despite everything?”

Jane meets Cathy’s eyes. “This is the best thing I can do.”

Jane nods. “I wanted to tell you guys. I really, really did, but I couldn’t risk giving you any clues or anything that Henry might’ve figured out. I had to get him to give me my heart back and convince him to leave with me right then. He did, so I went upstairs, called the police, and then we left.”

“Are you okay?” Anna asks, reaching out to take Jane’s hand with a soft squeeze.

The squeeze is reciprocated and Jane smiles. Really, truly smiles. “I feel better than I’ve ever felt before.”

She’s yanked, once again, into a group hug, and it isn’t until she pulls away that she sobers slightly.

“I’m really sorry,” she says.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Anna says.

“I know, I know. But I need to say this.”

No one objects further, and Jane takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all about any of this heart business sooner. I mean… at first I didn’t know, of course, but once he was talking to me… he manipulated me, I know that now. And he made me say and do a lot of things I really regret. So I’m sorry, I guess.”

Out of everyone, it’s Anne who steps forward to speak. “I think we all owe you an apology too.”

Catherine elbows her, and Anne clears her throat sheepishly. “Okay, okay. I owe you an apology. I was really quick to dismiss anyone’s thoughts that something was off with you, which was a real dick move. I’m sorry.”

Jane gives a chuckle. “Well, I can’t blame you entirely. It’s not every day that someone suggests your housemate-slash-costar doesn’t have a heart in her chest. And I know we didn’t have the best relationship last time around.” Her eyes turn shy, just slightly. “I hope that this time it’s different.”

“I do too,” Anne says.

“This is a touching moment and all,” Kat says, “but it’s like… four in the morning. Can we go back to bed now?”

They all make their way back to the house, leaving the blinding police lights behind, and Jane feels like she can finally breathe again.

She’s too wired to sleep, though, so as everyone slinks back to their rooms for some much-needed rest, Jane finds herself seeking solace in the only other person who’s usually up this late.

“Can’t sleep either?” Cathy asks, spinning halfway around in her desk chair.

Jane shrugs and makes herself comfortable on the end of Cathy’s bed. “Just… still adjusting, I guess.”

Cathy moves to her side. “I can’t even imagine-”

“Stop, please, I don’t want your pity or anything.”

“It isn’t pity,” Cathy says honestly. “You went through something traumatic, Jane. I…,” she sighs. “You’ve gone through something that not a single other person has ever gone through. I can’t imagine how lonely that must feel.”

Jane draws her knees to her chest. “I guess I hadn’t thought about that.”

“I know that we don’t understand what you’ve been through, but we’re here for you, alright? Always.”

“I know you are. And I appreciate it, more than you think.”

Cathy smiles and bumps Jane’s shoulder with her own. “I know that Catherine is glad to have you back, but I’m just excited to get to meet you.”

“As am I. I… I’m excited to get to experience all of this for real. To have fun with you all and not wonder if something was missing.”

“We’ll make the best company we can for you and all your experiences.”

Jane grins, then yawns.

“Maybe you should get some sleep,” Cathy suggests. “You’ve had quite a night, if I do say so myself.”

Suddenly, Jane turns bashful. “Do you mind if I stay here?” She asks softly. “I really don’t want to be alone-”

“Of course you can stay here,” Cathy says. “You just make yourself comfortable.” She takes Jane’s hand. “He can’t hurt you anymore, I promise.”

Jane pulls her into a hug, and when they pull apart, Cathy helps Jane get comfortable in the bed.

It doesn’t take long at all for Jane to pass out, the exhaustion of the night all catching up with her at once, and Cathy returns to her desk.

She clicks through a few things on her laptop before stumbling upon her email, where she has an unread message from “Boleyn.”

It’s actually from herself - she had emailed a link to Jane’s biography to her personal computer in case she needed to do some further reading, but it seems now that Jane is back to the way she should be.

Still, though, even as Cathy clicks the link and skims the first few paragraphs of the book, something doesn’t feel right.

This isn’t Jane’s story. Not the way it should be told, at least.

Cathy closes the tab, pulls up a new document, and begins to type.

The Life and Times of Jane the Queen, Chapter 1 - The Return of a Monarch.

[sanktaleksander]

I didn’t know you did Rick/Shane oh my god can I get an 18 please?

I am sorry this took fucking forever (gotta love when the mean ol’ mental illness factory in my head doesn’t want to do one thing correctly and help me get things done). But I adore you and I hope this isn’t too mushy or OOC for your taste😅 I have precisely one Sharick fic on ao3 and I haven’t written for TWD in quite a while but I sure as hell gave it my best shot. I really hope you like it❤️

Side note: if you see this and sent in a prompt that hasn’t been filled, don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you, I am going to do my best to get yours done❤️

Enjoy❤️

Rick/Shane + 18. Playing with hair

“You look like shit, cowboy.” 

The glare Shane got in return would have made most people shrink back but Shane Walsh was definitely not most people and Shane knew it was pretty half hearted. He also wasn’t one to mince words and Rick did in fact look like shit. Warmed over shit maybe, but still shit. It had been above ninety for at least the fourth day in a row and the King County sheriff’s office was not known for having the most top of the line cruisers. It may have been late but the heat and humidity in this part of the country did not abate all that much after the sun went down. Rick had also just pulled a twelve hour shift in exchange for a bit more vacation time, which they both were stockpiling for their honeymoon after they got married, so Shane supposed his fiance had a good excuse for looking like a husky that wasn’t adjusting well to life in rural Georgia. 

It was approximately midnight and Rick had been gone since noon twelve hours earlier and Shane knew he didn’t have to stay up to wait for Rick to return, they were both used to not always being able to see each other as much as they would have liked, but Shane didn’t mind the odd hours. He was pretty adept at catching cat naps when the need arose. 

He came up to offer Rick some iced tea, kept cold until Rick got home. Normally he would’ve gone out and gotten him some iced coffee but it was late and Shane knew the other man wouldn’t want to be hyped up from the caffeine and unable to get some decent sleep. Rick took off his hat and hung it up on the hook by the door, exhaling deeply as he took the glass from Shane and brought it to his lips, drinking a good bit before giving the glass back so he could get out of his boots and unbuckle his duty belt. He was already beginning to feel a bit better, the cool feeling of the air conditioned apartment and the iced tea settling in his belly helping to at least begin to cool off his tired body. Rick didn’t mind taking the longer shift but every time he did he came home reminded that he wasn’t the youngest anymore, though he didn’t exactly consider himself an old man either. But he had one failed marriage and two kids to his name, so he definitely had some milage behind him. 

It certainly didn’t seem to bother Shane. His fiance had once just been his best friend, someone he’d known practically since they were born. When you grew up in a small town, you pretty much knew everyone around your age in one way or another, usually going to school with each other, but he’d actually spent most of his childhood and teenage years with Shane by his side. They were practically attached at the hip most of the time. If you found one of them, it was a pretty safe bet that you’d find the other sooner or later. It had been an odd sort of relationship honestly, since both of them differed in several ways. But it worked somehow and Rick trusted Shane more than he trusted a good portion of the people he knew.

But, as they got older and graduated high school, things started to change. Even as they both decided to enroll in the police academy, Rick found himself falling in love with a woman from a neighboring town and starting a family, whereas Shane never really got around to the whole family thing, instead choosing to bed whatever woman he chose, keeping them around for as long as he liked before he felt the need for someone new. 

Despite this, they remained close, working together and spending time off together when they could even though his wife had never really liked Shane or even approved of Rick being friends with him. That was the first in a long list of things that his now ex would come to dislike and disagree with. 

By the time he had two children and the nice house that he’d always dreamed of having, his relationship with his wife wasn’t something he could easily deal with anymore. He also could not simply act like there was nothing wrong between them, something he had tried to do in favor of starting some sort of disagreement that inevitably turned into an argument. It didn’t help that he was becoming increasingly aware of a part of himself he’d been denying since he was young, practically since he’d been old enough to understand what it meant to care for someone else beyond friendship. 

The night Lori left, taking both of the kids with her, Rick had felt like his world, which had already been hanging by a thread, had now well and truly fallen apart right before his eyes and no matter what he’d done to try and keep things together, it just hadn’t been enough. 

He couldn’t remember what exactly had brought Shane to his door, if he’d texted him or maybe called him and what he said if he did, but he could recall how Shane had dropped everything to come to his house that felt so empty without his family. 

Shane really didn’t have much experience with this type of heartbreak and he tended to not let feelings interfere with his relationships with the women he dated, but that didn’t stop him from trying to do everything he could for his best friend. He ordered them Rick’s favorite takeout and got them some beer, not the cheap shit they usually drank either, springing for a nicer brand. Rick hadn’t felt like drinking all that much and it was hard to enjoy the food, even though it was indeed his favorite, but he could see that Shane was trying. So he sat with him on the living room couch and did his best to at least take a few sips of beer and some bites of food. Shane did most of the talking, which wasn’t unusual in any circumstance, but it did help Rick focus on something else besides how terrible he felt as Shane told him whatever bullshit story he could think of. It was soon getting late, their food now cold. That was fine with Rick, he had lost what little appetite he had and he didn’t much want any more beer either, though he hadn’t really drunk much. As the tv played some movie he didn’t know, he couldn’t help noticing how close Shane was, the scent of his cologne, the warmth of his thigh where it was pressed against Rick’s own. He was surprised by how much these simple observations made him ache on the inside and not just because he was missing Lori even though he was sure she wasn’t missing him. 

He ignored it as best he could, just like he always did anytime he felt feelings like this rising up inside him. He said something to Shane about it being late, that he was grateful he had come over but he should head home and Rick would try to get some sleep, though he doubted he would do much but toss and turn. It had been quite a long time since he’d slept in a bed alone and he wasn’t looking forward to it. 

Recalling it afterward, Rick didn’t know if it had been the look on his face or if Shane had planned to say something before that moment. But suddenly there was a warm hand on his thigh and Rick found his heart had started to pound. The hand that was on his thigh moved to trail down the side of his neck before carefully getting him to turn his head so their eyes met. His skin was still tingling when Shane kissed him. 

Shane asked him over and over if he wanted to do this, if he was sure that he wanted it for the right reasons because he knew Rick would hate himself afterward for saying yes simply because he was lonely and hurting. But Rick knew it was more than that, that he had wanted this for so long, denying it over and over, even as it became clear that Shane was the one person in his life who had always been there, who never judged him or found things to dislike about him. Shane was his one constant through practically his entire life. He’d been more devoted to Rick than his own wife. He’d been right there the whole time, just like he’d always been, just like he was right then and it had taken Rick this long to finally allow himself to acknowledge what he’d wanted for years. 

So much of that night, Rick would never forget, not as long as he lived. He’d never been with someone where every touch felt so good, so perfect and his lack of experience did not deter Shane in the least. If anything, the other man seemed to like it, got off on the fact that he was Rick’s first experience with another guy, that he was getting the opportunity to teach Rick some of his many tricks. 

Even years later, Rick could still hear Shane’s deep, rumbling voice in his ear, begging to be fucked, telling him he knew how badly Rick wanted this, could see it so clearly on his face. Rick hadn’t ever expected Shane to ask for that, to trust him enough to do that, but it ended up being better than anything he could’ve imagined. Seeing the look of utter bliss on Shane’s face when he came, hearing him moan like that and call Rick’s name was definitely something he thought about for weeks after and still did on occasion even now. 

When he woke up the next morning with his head tucked under Shane’s chin, the other man sleeping soundly, his arms wrapped almost protectively around Rick as they lay cocooned under the blankets, Rick knew that this was how things were supposed to be, how they should’ve been all along. He’d spent years with his wife and not once had he felt this good after they’d slept together, so relaxed and simply happy. And she had never looked so pleased to see him when she woke up, not the way Shane had. Those brown eyes lit up as soon as he’d woken enough to remember what they’d done and realize Rick was still in the same place he had been when they’d fallen asleep. They spent the morning sharing quiet kisses, though considering who he was in bed with, Rick wasn’t surprised when the kisses soon became a lot more. 

They’d spent a lot of mornings like that since then and a lot of nights like that too. Shane was definitely somebody who, no matter how old he got, was always interested in anything to do with sex. He also looked ten years younger than he actually was though, so Rick supposed it made some sort of sense. After they’d gotten together that first time, Rick had wondered on more than one occasion if Shane would get tired of him eventually, just like he had with basically every woman Rick had ever known him to be with. They would be around for so long and then Shane would grow bored and break up with her, ending up with another girl sooner or later. They were still here though and Shane hadn’t strayed, always coming home to Rick every day and more than happy about it. 

Rick hadn’t known that Shane often slept with guys back then, though he made sure each was more a one night stand sort of thing or sometimes friends with benefits. He’d never been able to allow himself to been seen in their small town with another man on his arm, no matter if he’d found a guy he actually was into for more than just sex. He’d also hoped Rick would want him one day, though it had seemed less and less likely. He’d felt like that night Lori left had been his last chance at showing Rick he wanted him, that he could be what the other man needed and he wasn’t about to throw that away. Maybe that was why Shane never got tired, why someone who had been known for his promiscuous ways for so long was genuinely happy about getting married. He got to have the man he’d always wanted every day and of course he wanted that for the rest of his life. Marrying Rick just made sense. 

Rick was pulled from his thoughts by Shane coming back up to him, slipping his strong arms around Rick’s waist and bringing him close, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Did you miss me, sweetheart? Or did you miss the air conditioning more?” He teased, a small smile playing on his lips. 

Rick chuckled softly, “I’m definitely happy to be home, but not just because of the A/C.” He relaxed just a bit more when Shane leaned to kiss him, allowing him to shed a bit more of the day’s troubles and just focus on the fact that he was home and Shane was home with him and he didn’t have to think too hard about much else for a while. 

“How about you go and take a shower? Maybe we can have a little midnight snack after, yeah?” The younger man asked when they parted, Shane’s hand combing up to smooth Rick’s curls back. 

“That sounds nice, but I think I’d be happier if you joined me.” Rick offered, pressing another kiss to Shane’s mouth. 

Shane openly grinned at that. “Yeah? Are we thinking about a little more than just getting clean, sheriff?” 

Rick chuckled, “Maybe. Why don’t we find out?”

Shane more than happily pulled Rick through the house and into the bathroom off their bedroom. They traded kisses as clothes came off and the water was turned on so it could heat up. Shane made sure it was warm but not too warm, knowing Rick was probably still a little overheated from his long shift. 

Rick exhaled deeply once they were finally under the warm spray, grateful when the water began to help loosen some of the knots and tension he was carrying in his tired muscles. He practically melted when Shane pressed up against his back, sliding his arms around his waist. The other man’s lips kissed over his shoulder and along his neck. Rick hummed softly when Shane nipped at his ear, “Does this mean you missed me too then, huh?” 

“I always miss you, sweetheart. There’s nothing better than getting to be around you, to feel your body against mine, to feel you inside me…” Shane chuckled, kissing the back of Rick’s neck. “And as much as you play the well mannered, straight laced southern boy around everyone else, you and I both know that you’re just as dirty as I am.” He was not subtle as he ground his hips into Rick’s ass, letting his partner know exactly what was on his mind if his words hadn’t been enough of an indication. 

As tired as Rick was, he was still very much interested in what Shane was offering. Just hearing the other man talk like that and feeling his growing erection grinding against his ass had Rick’s own body becoming excited. He may have had a long and rather exhausting day, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t find the energy to take care of his fiance. It wasn’t as though he didn’t want to either, not when Shane was involved. He was always in the mood when it came to Shane. 

Rick quickly turned, catching Shane’s mouth with his own. He couldn’t help noting the pleased expression on Shane’s face when he was manhandled into place. The other man exhaled softly when Rick slipped his arms around him, soon followed by a deep moan as Rick pressed inside him. 

There was nothing better than hearing Shane like this, hearing how much he enjoyed every time they were together. He was definitely the more vocal of the two of them, not at all afraid of letting Rick know he was feeling good and that his lover knew how to turn him on and get him off. Not that Shane himself didn’t deserve some of the credit, he always knew how to get Rick in the mood and make sure they both enjoyed themselves. Soon Rick had switched their positions so he could kiss Shane properly while they fucked, holding him as close as possible as they rested against the wall, not wanting an inch of space between them. It wasn’t long before Shane fell apart, nails digging into Rick’s back as he begged his partner to cum inside him. Rick was more than happy to give Shane what he wanted, kissing him hard as he rode out his orgasm. 

Rick’s brain was pleasantly quiet and fuzzy afterward and he leaned into Shane as they cleaned up, letting his fingertips trace over the tattoo on the other man’s chest until they were running out of hot water and reasons to stay in the shower. Shane had been nice enough to pull out some clothes for the both of them to change into once they were out and dry. The softness of his favorite pair of sweats and one of Shane’s old shirts that still smelled like him made Rick feel cozy, especially when Shane tugged him into their bedroom and invited him onto the bed.

The lights were dimmed down to a soft glow and Rick soon found himself laid out against the pillows, Shane pressed to his side, the other man’s head resting on his chest. Rick reached up to let his fingers card through Shane’s hair. He’d let it grow out recently and it was beginning to curl. Rick let his eyes close, getting lost in the feeling of Shane’s curls slipping through his fingers and the comforting weight of the other man’s body resting against his own. He’d spent so much of his life trying his best to make everyone around him happy, trying to be what everyone else expected when this is all he really wanted, quiet moments like this with someone he knew really loved him. He still felt a little guilty that he hadn’t realized Shane’s feelings sooner, that he’d spent so much time denying himself when he could’ve been happy with the person he should’ve been with all along. But he was grateful for what he had now, that things were finally falling into place and he had found some modicum of peace within himself. 

Shane shifted, worming his way in closer, tucking his head under Rick’s chin. He hummed softly, tipping his head up to kiss Rick’s jaw. “You know I can’t wait to marry you, sweetheart? I can’t wait for you to make a proper woman outta me.” He chuckled, leaning into Rick’s touch. Before Rick, moments like this with the people he’d been with had never felt quite right, never made him truly happy. But this, something as simple as holding Rick close and enjoying the affection the other man gave him, this felt right in a way he couldn’t quite describe. It definitely felt like he was meant to be here, that this was where he’d always belonged. 

Rick let out a soft laugh and Shane noticed the warm smile on his tired features as he reached over the other man to turn out the lights. When Shane laid back down, Rick turned and kissed his head, fingers still playing with those soft curls. “Promise me you won’t kick me to the curb when I’m old and gray while you still look half your age?”

Shane couldn’t resist lifting his head to kiss Rick properly. “Never. You’re stuck with me for good, old man. I’ll still be bitching about those cowboy boots of yours when we’re both in the grave.” 

Rick returned the kiss, allowing it to linger. “As long as I’m with the love of my life for the rest of my life, I’ll be content.” 

It was Shane’s turn to smile. “You’re turning soft on me. That’s okay though, I love you, no matter how soft you are on the inside. My big tough sheriff husband with the heart of gold.”

Rick rolled his eyes a bit, as much as he could manage with sleep rapidly pulling him closer. He turned on his side, wiggling his way into Shane’s warm embrace. The other man was practically a space heater no matter the season. Combined with the feeling of the blankets Shane pulled over them contrasting with the cool air in the room around them thanks to the A/C, Rick couldn’t have felt more at ease.

“Goodnight, love.” Rick murmured, already drifting off. 

Shane hummed softly, slipping an arm to wrap around Rick’s waist to keep him close. “Sleep tight, cowboy.”

[thebookwormfairy]

The Origin of Captain the Retired Police Dog (A Prequeal)

Quick warning of angst. Sorry but I promise it will be the only one when it comes to Captain and no dogs die. And there is some animal cruelty but it's only one scene

Captain spent his whole puppy puppyhood training to be a police dog

The people who raised him could see that he was the alpha of his litter and named him Captain

He was a quick learned and master all his tricks almost instantly

He was eager to be put on the force and help people

When he graduated from training he was partnered with a man name Officer Liam Gognam

He was a good man and a good police officer

They took to eachother almost immediately

Of course there was a learning curve with Captain adjusting to life on the field and Captain was Liam's first K-9 officer

They made a great team

They would work different major events together

From parades to press events

Together they would keep the public safe from danger

When not on duty Liam did his best to give Captain a taste of civilian dog life

Captain lived with Liam in his apartment

The first day Captain came home with Liam he got him a giant fluffy bed that sat in the corner of his bedroom

Captain had dozens of tennis balls and loved to try and fit as many into his mouth as he could

Liam laughing: you already have two tennis balls in your mouth Captain, I don't think you can fit three

Captain just gave the man a look that said watch me

On slow patrol nights Liam would stop at the park and play fetch with Captain

He would throw the ball as far as he could knowing that Captain would be able to find it no matter what

On nights when Liam was having flashbacks to some of his worst cases Captain would jump onto the bed with him resting his head on the man's chest trying his best to comfort his partner

On one case Liam and Captain was tracking down an escaped prisoner

Captain was a head of Liam following the scent of the convent

Captain suddenly ran ahead howling to indicate he found the criminal

Liam: Good job Captain! Go get him!

Captain did as told charging at the man, but he didn't see the bat the man was carrying

As Captain charged the man, he swung the bat at Captain hitting him in the side

Captain let out a loud whimper falling to his side before jumping up again trying to work through the pain

The man swung at Captain again, but this time Captain was able to catch the bat in his mouth trying to wrestle it out of the crinimal's grip

Liam finally catching up to Captain, pulls out his gun: Freeze

Criminal seeing Liam dropped his bat and took off running

Captain chased after the man

Captain jumped up and grabbed the man's arm pulling him to the ground

Liam grabbing onto the the man: Good boy Captain, release!

Captain let go of the man's arm and Liam hurled the man back on his feet

Liam putting handcuffs on the crinimal: Adam Masters you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney if you cannot afford one one will be offered to you...

Liam continue to read the man his rights as he dragged him to the back of his police cruiser

Captain was following the two limping a little from his injury.

After taking the man in Liam rushed Captain to the nearest vet

Luckily nothing was broken, but Captain did have severe bruising on his side

The vet order a week of rest for Captain so he can heal up a bit

That week Captain got lots of pets, treats, and cuddles from Liam and the other officers of his prescient

Liam's and Captain's bond grew stronger and stronger

Captain couldn't imagine having any other partner or human than Liam

And Liam couldn't have a better K-9 partner

Everything was great between the two and they thought nothing could break them apart

But they were wrong

One night they were a asign a drug bust

It would be them and a couple other officers taking down a small drug operation

As soon as they enter the building Captain had a feeling something was going to go wrong

They entered a side entrance hoping to cut off anybody trying to escape

But the drug gang somehow knew they were coming

As they enter a drug dealer hid around a corner with a gun

Liam and Captain could hear gunfire from deeper in the building

As the partners got close the man jumped out and shot Liam

Liam was able to take him down but it was too late

The dealer was able to hit Liam in the arm severing a major artery

As Liam laid on the floor bleeding out Captain howled and barked trying to get some help for his human

Liam: Captain...Captain they won't be able to hear you

Captain whimpered walking over to his partner laying his head on Liam's chest letting Liam know that he was still there for him

Liam petting Captain on the head: Good boy. You were the best partner anybody could ever have

Captain licked Liam's chin as if to say that he felt the same way

Captain laid there on top of Liam as the warmth slowly left him and Liam was gone

Captain was found hours later still lying on top of Liam's body refusing to leave his partner even though his partner was gone

He was at Liam's funeral as an honorary pallbearer

As Liam was being lowered into the ground Captain let out a mournful cry that broke the hearts of everybody in attendance

Everyone knew how close the two were

After that it was like Captain gave up

He refused to work with anybody else

The other officers did everything they could to keep Captain on the force but nothing could be done if he refused to do his job

Captain was officially retired a month after Liam's death

Nobody fron the station was able to take him in

So Captain ended up in a no kill shelter

He didnt have any hope of leaving the shelter

He knew nobody would want an adult dog with his past

Nobody would want a German Sheperd an "aggressive" breed

Nobody would want a dog still mourning his partner

He was there for almost a year when something changed

One Saturday a small girl approached

She was nothing like Liam

She was small, soft, and a civilian

Marinette: You've been here a while, huh?

Captain just gave the girl a look before ignoring her again.

Marinette: I've been alone for a while too, I was thinking we could be alone together?

Captain looked up at the girl again, and really looked at her

He could see a loneliness and a sadness in her eyes that matched his own

But under that he could also see a hidden strength

A fire that burned deep within her

He knew in that moment that even though he wasn't looking for a new human he just found one

He gave the girl a lick on the cheek to show that he wanted to go with the girl

As she went to go tell her parents that she choose him Captain knew that she could never replace Liam, but she didn't have two

He would grow to love her just as much as Liam

And as she took Captain home he couldn't help but feel that Liam brought her too him

@felicityroth @northernbluetongue @mystery-5-5 @sidefrienda @tbehartoo @hypnosharkrebeldreamer @sonif50 @t-nikki10 @dawnwave16

[ohpedromypedro]

Under Arrest

A/N: Excited to finally know more about Maxwell’s character in WW84 so I incorporated some of the newly discovered info into this fic 💕

word count: 1.7k+

pairings: Maxwell Lord x f!Reader

warnings: smut, slight public sex, multiple orgasms, rough sex, unprotected sex, Papi kink, character arrests, etc

flashbacks in italics

Do you regret the decision you made just one hour prior to getting yourself handcuffed in the backseat of a police cruiser with Maxwell cuffed and seated right beside you? Absolutely not. And neither does Maxwell. The two of you were having an experience and honestly were so caught up in your antics that you weren’t even thinking about being caught. And then you were.

*One hour ago*

“Maxwell,” you slur, your head spinning from how much alcohol you already consumed during the course of the party in which you’re supposed to be attending. “I think…” hiccup. “I had a little too much whiskey.” You look up at your husband and he just shakes his head with a chuckle.

“I think we both have, preciosa.” He slurs right back, running his hand alongside your bare inner thigh. His cock is buried to the hilt inside your pulsating cunt and he has you pinned in the corner of a wall down one of the empty hallways of the building where this “grand” party is taking place, both of your legs wrapped firmly around his waist.

“Fuck, ‘m s-so full,” you gasp and hiccup in unison, a deep, low moan suddenly leaving your mouth when Maxwell pulls almost all the way out of you then thrusts right back in hard, slow enough that you feel each thick inch of his throbbing length. “Oh!”

“You sound so sexy when you moan like that for me.” He smirks, pressing his lips to your ear with a low grunt and growling out his drunken thoughts. “I guess my cock is just that big...so big that you can’t stay quiet with it buried so deep in that ever-so-tight cunt of yours.”

“Mmmm you just-” you gasp again. “Fuck me so good, Mr Lord.”

“I’m glad because I plan on fucking you this good for the rest of your life, Mrs Lord.” Maxwell teases, leaning forward to capture your lips with his own for a rough but passionate kiss, it being sort of sloppy by how drunk the two of you are, and moves his hips back and forth hard a few times. “I’d fuck you like this anywhere and everywhere possible in this building if I could.”

“Mmmm fuck, why not at least try s-some places?” You groan against his lips, moving your fingers to card through his hair. “We can end this party with a BANG.” You smirk.

“I like the way you think, joya preciosa.” Maxwell groans, starting to move his hips at a mind numbing pace. “We’ll finish here first and when you’re done cumming on my cock right here, I’m going to bring you over to that empty elevator and fuck some more cum out of your heavenly little cunt.”

“Oh please, Maxwell!” You cry out, head thrown back against the two corner walls you’re pinned against while your arms slip around Maxwell’s upper torso. “Fuck! I-I’m gonna cum so hard.”

“Yeah you are, princesa. You’re going to drench each inch of this cock until you have no cum left to give.” He growls, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sucking several dark bruises along your throat while he relentlessly thrusts in and out of you. He just loves leaving his mark on you as a reminder to everyone that you are his.

“Oh mmmmm, yeah!” You’re unable to speak coherent words at this point, Maxwell fucking you into a moaning, blabbering mess down this empty hallway.

Your eyes roll back the deeper he sends his cock, your nails digging into the fabric of his suit as your walls start squeezing him like a vice. If there weren’t any music playing in the large lounge area where the party is taking place, people would be bound to hear the moans he’s getting out of you.

“Listen to you, my hermosa esposa...so vocal from the many pleasures my cock gives you.” He nips at the shell of your ear, his lips pressed against it as he murmurs almost gutturally. “Cum for Papi, princesa. Give me everything.”

“Oh, Papi!” You cry out as you clench and cum around him, your legs tightening around his waist while your orgasm washes over you.

“That’s it, honey. Just like that.”

Maxwell keeps a firm hold on you as he continues fucking you through your high, his face buried against your neck. Grunts and growls escape him as he nears his own edge, his teeth sinking into the pulse point of your throat once his cock begins to twitch and he spills inside of you, his hips stilling right as he’s buried up to your cervix.

“Oh, Maxwell! F-Fuck yes, fill my t-tight little cunt!” You whimper your words as your grip on him grows even tighter, your head tilting to the side to grant him better access to your throat.

“Mmm buena niña. Happily taking Papi’s cum inside your pretty little cunt.”

“Mmhm...always willing to hold your seed deep in my womb.” You murmur, gasping when he pulls away from your throat to grab you by the chin.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck all my cum into your womb while I fuck all of yours from you?”

“Yes!” You whimper, your gaze locked on his as he forces you to look him in the eyes. “Please f-fuck me in the elevator and fill my cunt all over again.”

“Fuck, I love you, esposa.” He growls, pulling you away from the wall and carrying you over to the empty elevator, obviously not in use at the moment since it’s after hours for the building. He slams your back against the wall inside after the door closes and kisses you with fervor, his hips immediately resuming their previous movements and starting at an achingly hard pace.

“Fuck! Yes, Maxwell!” You moan into his mouth, your arms slipping around his neck so you can card your fingers through his hair and give him a heated kiss in return.

“Fucking love listening to you moan my name like that. Shouting it out as I fuck you so damn good my name is all you can even speak.” He rails at your sweetest of spots, groaning at the way your walls clench around him in response.

“Mmmmm Maxwell!”

“Exactly,” he rasps, moving his lips to go right into sucking marks onto the other side of your throat.

“Ooooh, Maxwell.”

“Keep saying it, bebita. Keep crying out your marido’s name as he fucks that cunt for more cum.” He kisses you again, repeatedly aiming for the spot he knows will trigger more of your cum. He just loves the way it feels coating the entirety of his length, even leaking onto his balls at times too. He really truly got lucky when he married you.

“I--cum!” You cry out, clenching around his cock once again. “Cum in me M-Maxwell!”

“Fuck,” he growls as you clench around him and trigger his release, your release arriving only moments after you feel his warm seed coating your womb.

“Maxwell!”

“Y/N,” he grunts, licking at the marks he left on your throat while riding out both your highs, your moans and whimpers echoing in the small space of the elevator.

You don’t even hear the elevator door open again and if you did you honestly wouldn’t have thought anything of it. Your head is reeling from the intensity of your second orgasm and you can practically hear the pulse of your heartbeat throbbing in your ears, your eyes fluttered shut while you catch your breath. It’s the sound of a throat clearing next that has both you and Maxwell snapping your heads toward the doorway of the elevator.

There stand a security guard and two cops right behind him, the three of them giving both of you looks that have you hiding your face in Maxwell’s chest.

“Maxwell Lord, why am I not surprised?” One of the officers states as he pulls out his handcuffs and dangles them in front of Maxwell’s face mockingly, a shot at the fact that he’s arrested Maxwell probably many times before for various other reasons. Maxwell’s glare would kill if it could and the one he’s giving the officer dangling cuffs in his face right now will definitely give that officer nightmares later. “You know what comes next, Maxwell.”

Now here you are, sitting in the back of the police cruiser of the arresting officers and being driven to the police station even though you know Maxwell is going to bail the both of you out as soon as you get there. 

You’re right, he does. Hands his credit card right over while stating “And you can call my lawyer if there are any issues in bailing myself and my esposa  out.” Man had everything perfectly planned out in his head before you even stepped foot in the station. Maxwell is filthy rich, not stupid. He knows what he’s doing. He has to, especially as the CEO of a family owned company.

“Don’t worry, Mr Lord, there won’t be any issues.” The bail bondsman, a woman looking to be nearing her sixties, gives Maxwell a tight smile and you can’t help but to inwardly snort. She’s so intimidated by a man of such power and riches, yet doesn’t realize that behind closed doors with his family, he is the most loving and protective man you could ever know.

“Thank you, Dolores. I couldn’t thank you enough.” Maxwell shoots his signature cocky CEO smirk before slipping his arm around your waist and leading the two of you outside, immediately calling his driver to pick the both of you up. He looks at you and sighs after ending the call, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “I’m sorry to have gotten you arrested, my joya preciosa.”

“Oh stop it,” you chuckle, rubbing your hands over his chest and shaking your head with a smile. “We got ourselves arrested. You didn’t do anything, love. What you did was bail us out and now we can go home to our children and relieve the babysitter of her duties.”

“I love you. Truly you’ve made me one lucky man. You love my son as if he were your own and you blessed me with a beautiful little girl.”

“A spoiled one,” you smile up at Maxwell, your fingers nimbly straightening his tie. “I love you, our son and our beautiful daughter more than you could ever imagine, Maxwell Lord. Always.”

“Mi reina,” he whispers as his thumb traces your cheekbone, your cheeks flushing from him calling you his queen.

“Tu reina,” you breathe, sighing in content when he kisses you again for the first time since you got arrested.

He holds you in his arms with his lips attached to yours just like this until the driver arrives, content himself with how the night played out. You two truly bring out each other’s wild side.

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[spcncershybrid]

Dead?-Spencer Reid Imagine Part Two

GIFS ARE NOT MINE!

Spencer Reid X Mikaelson!Hybrid!Reader

Criminal Minds X The Originals

(Summary: After believing your brother has been framed you and your sibling try to get to the bottom of it.)

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: This won’t make sense if you don’t read part 1. Probably one or two curse words.

pt. 1  pt. 2  pt. 3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! It can either be crossover (scroll to my first post to see who I write for!!) or just a normal imagine! Also thanks for a lot of likes on my first post in the ‘Dead’ mini series I genuinely appreciate it :))

Rebekah and I enter Rousseau's and grab a seat at the bar. “Nice you see you back here. I was starting to think the Mikaelsons went extinct.” Camille says, passing Rebekah and I a drink. “Don’t worry it’s not poisoned.” She says laughing and walks away to attend other people. “Why do you believe our brother was framed Y/N?” Rebekah aasest taking a sip of her drink. “Well for starters my team and I came here to investigate murders of people being drained and suddenly waking up and leaving. When we got there the detective was immediately drawn to accuse our family and made Spencer and I call Matt Donovan. So I gave Klaus a warning after but the detective told me not to. But that’s not the crazy part Bekah! She made my brain almost explode! She’s a witch. She knows, well thinks the Mikaelsons are apart of it.” I say quickly gulping down my drink as it slightly burns my throat. “What was the witches name?” Rebekah asks fully, gulping her drink and stands up. “Greenwood.” I say standing up with her. “I believe you but we need to figure this out before your team decides to tear down a village to understand our family.” She says as we exit Rousseau's. We speed over to the family house and enter. This place hasn’t changed. “Klaus!” I exclaim as I set my jacket down. “Great another sibling who will forcibly give me an interrogation.” Klaus says emerging from the study. “Let’s get this quick so you can go to your mundane life with your human boyfriend who seemingly doesn’t know about your family secret nor of your siblings.” He continues grabbing a stool and sitting on it. “I’m not here to argue Niklaus seeing that has definitely worked in the past. I’m here to help you. I think you’re being framed by a witch-” I start. “Great more witches.” Klaus says clapping his hands. “Let me guess they’re the one leaving bodies on our bloody doorstep.” He says standing up. “Her name is Mallory Greenwood and I think she has help.” I finished. Elijah comes into the room glancing at Rebekah and I before walking up to us. “I heard the conversation, sorry to intrude, but what has this witch done that you believe our brother is innocent.” He says before standing next to Klaus. “She didn’t want me to warn you. Also my team believes I’m a Mikaelson, although I am, I told them I was a Gerard. I left my things at the station but I can’t go back there Elijah. We have to do this the only way we know how.” I say to him softly, nearly tearing up. “And what way is that?” Klaus questions. “By fighting fire with fire.” I say grabbing my jacket and exit with my family on my tail.

“Where are we headed?” Rebekah says speeding to my side. “The station I can show you the witch girl. Then we go back home and act like normal, human normal. If they decide to arrest all of us we need to stick together.” I say turning to face them. Elijah and Klaus look amused at the plan. We all speed to the station. Elijah and Rebekah instantly head to open the doors. “Wait!” I say, grabbing them and place Klaus’ hand on my shoulder. “Invisique.” I say turning us all invisible. We step inside carefully to not draw attention to the opening door. I spot Detective Greenwood talking to Spencer. I feel my blood boil a bit but brush it off he wouldn’t intentionally hurt me. “Who’s that?” I hear Rebekah whisper to me. “My boyfriend and the witch. Actually let’s all step out and I’ll go in alone.” I whisper back guiding the circle of invisible people outside of the station. I let go and we all appear slowly. “Okay I’ll go in and do what.” I say facing Rebekah and Klaus as Elijah wanders around. “I would say compel the little witch to give us our answers.” Klaus says clasping his hands together. “I can’t compel her in front of them are you insane!” I exclaim looking at Klaus like he's grown five heads. “I would’ve done it but I think they already have wanted posters printed out for all of us.” He says pointing to all of us. “I’ll just go in and talk to my team and if I get stopped by the detective I’ll compel her.” I say straightening out my jacket. They all nod and I start heading inside towards the team. “Welcome back. Cleared your head.” I hear Derek say laughing. I laugh slightly and grab my gun and badge, putting them in their respective places. Hotch and JJ look at me confused, Spencer and Emily just sigh in relief that I’m back. “Hello the Mikaelson family is outside.” A deputy says rushing into the room. “What!” I blurt out. The deputy smirks delighted. I roll my eyes and head out not worrying about my team. “I know you can hear me.” I hear the deputy say. I stop just outside the door as it shuts behind me. “Warn them your team dies.” He continues. “I will shove a wooden stake so far up your ass that the person that turned you would feel it.” I say clenching my jaw. “I have a proposition, an eye for an eye, I will give you Mallory for your stupid family.” He says. “What about my team?” I ask. “They look mighty delicious, especially the skinny one, what’s his name Dr. Reid.” He pauses for a moment. “Fine I’ll give you your team and Mallory for your family.” He says. I turn back and open the door. I glance towards the deputy smirking. I run over to him and grab him by the neck pinning him to the wall. “Threaten my family and team I’ll have your head strung up like a trophy at Mikaelson Manor to remember the idiot that tried to strike a deal with me.” I spat into his face my words stunning him. Hotch and Morgan pull me back as the deputy falls clutching his neck coughing. “Et dormient donec redire.” I whisper looking at the deputy. He falls snoring softly. I shrug a Morgan and Hotch off of me and run out of the station. I run out seeing my sibling dead on the floor, obviously a neck snap. I wait for a moment as they come back to life. “Who did this?” I ask them. “A tall guy that was canoodling with the witch. Melinda?” Rebekah says standing up. I automatically know who she's talking about. “Mallory? But we don’t have to worry about him he’s asleep until I get back to the station. We just have to figure out what she wants with our family.” I say as Elijah and Klaus get up. They both look at me confused. “Let’s just go home and figure this out. Get Marcel and Davina, potentially Kol and Freya so we can stop all this mess.” I say speeding off to the manor.

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We enter the manor dropping our things on the couch and head towards the kitchen. The front door opens and familiar voices drown into the kitchen. “Explain to us in detail of what is going on.” Davina says immediately. “Hey Dav nice to see you too.” I say laughing. “But in all seriousness I think Klaus is being framed by a detective and a deputy. One is a witch and the other is a vampire, I think.” I say. “So this whole thing can end one or two ways. She kills all of us or we kill them.” Marcel says entering the conversation. “We can’t die but they can. So I vote we kill them.” Rebekah says hopping off her stool raising her hand. Klaus seems to agree but I immediately shoot down her idea. “No Rebekah because we can probably get arrested.” I say lying slightly. I don’t care for the fact that we get arrested but for the fact that my team has no idea this world or lifestyle exists. “It’s something else spill.” Rebekah says walking up to me. “None of my team knows about all of us being vampires, hybrids, and witches. I can’t just freely compel them, it feels wrong. They’re like my second family. They’re human and I like that they aren’t involved in our crazy messed up life. Of course one day I would’ve had to tell them but I didn’t expect that moment to come so soon.” I admit to her sighing as a heavy weight gets lifted off my shoulder. They all look at me sympathetically. “Tell them once this mess is all over. Then if all goes well we can all have dinner.” Rebekah says hugging me for a moment. We all stare at each other for a moment before a series of knocks abrupting the silence. “Mikaelson family! FBI!” I hear Derek say. “Let’s all get arrested I guess.” I start before hearing knocks again. “We can compel for freedom; all things are off the table. I will tell them about it later.” I finished as the door burst open. Spencer looks at me with pure confusion on his face as he comes over to arrest me. “I know my rights Spence just get this over with.” I say as he cuffs me. “Why?” He says his voice cracking slightly. “There’s a certain side of me I’ll explain after this is done.” I say as a tear slips out. He sighs softly guiding me outside into a police car. He jumps into the passenger's seat. I look out the window catching eyes with Davina. ‘Now’s the time Dav make us all invisible.’ I say telepathically. She nods. ‘On the count of three’ I say. ‘One’ I say looking around. “Y/N tell me what’s going on?” Spencer says. “Spencer I love you just know that.” I say breaking my gaze from Davina looking at him in the eyes. “What I’m about to do will make no sense, don't even try figuring it out.” I say tearing up. “You probably won’t see me for a while depending on how this goes.” I say as a tear slips out. He wipes the tear. “What do you mean?” He questions his voice laced with concern. “I love you Spencer Reid.” I say. I shift my elbow rolling down the window. I look over to Davina who’s getting loaded into a cruiser. She makes eye contact as I nod towards her. “omnes supernaturali creatura invisibilis verto.” We say aloud making every supernatural creature around us turn invisible. Spencer looks stunned looking around to see if anyone noticed what he saw. All the police officers and my team members look around stunned. No one says anything. I break the handcuffs and step out of the car noticing all the car doors are open. Thankfully they all got the memo. “Hotch what the hell was that?” Derek says aloud. “I have no idea.” Hotch answers confused. “Reid are you okay?” Derek says jogging to Spencer. “They said they loved me. I didn’t say it back. Now I have no clue if I’ll ever see them again.” Spencer says sadly running his hand through his hair. Trust me we will.  I sped over to the police station hoping that’s where my family went. “Are you all here?” I whisper knowing if they’re near they can hear me. “I am.” I hear Marcel say. “Here.” I hear Elijah, Kol and Klaus say in unison. “Present!” I hear Davina and Rebekah say. “Where’s Freya?” I question. I wave my hand in the air making us all visible. All of them appear except Freya. “Are you guys the Mikaelson family?” An officer says coming up to us. We all nod staring at each other. “Here.” He says handing me an envelope. I open the envelope pulling out a card. I turn to my siblings opening it. ‘Meet us at The Abattoir 8PM.” I drop the card on the floor looking at all of my siblings. This is a full fledged war. Let the games begin.

[knight-ingale]

Chapter 1, Leaving the Sun

A/N: hey, it's Knightingale! This is the first chapter of my Twilight fanfiction I started writing this year. I edited this after I posted on my laptop so hopefully it looks better. 2020 is a mess and I just wanted to write some garbage fanfiction. Let me know what you think of it!

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You looked out the open car window into the wide expanse of Arizona’s cloudless open sky, a backdrop of perfect blue against the tall buildings placed in the desert of your home state. Soon, your new home would be in Forks, Washington, which differed very much from here. The open sky in Phoenix was ever-present, only gracing the dusty ground and perpetually dying lawns a few times each year with rain an average of 33 times. Yes, you had checked. In Forks, the sky was framed by tall trees when you looked up into the shaded clouds that were nearly always hanging in the air. The rain was just as present as the greenery that covered the trees, raining nearly every day. Phoenix was where you had lived with your sister and mother for all your life. Forks is the home of your father, Charlie. You call him “Dad” to his face, of course, but you had fallen into the same habit as your older sister Bella when addressing him to others as “Charlie”.  Last you had been to Forks was three summers ago when you had made your month-long summer visit to his little home in the rainy forests. Bella, your elder sister, who detested Forks, had put up enough of a fight to convince both your parents to let the two of you stay in Phoenix for the summer, bringing Charlie up instead for a mere two weeks in Cali. Now you and your sister were moving to live with him there!

You were much more excited about your leaving compared to your sister. You hadn’t been to Forks since you were 12 years old. You had often enjoyed your trips every summer, living with your dad for a month felt like a fairy tale. The large forests covered in green was like an alien world compared to Phoenix, as if you had stepped through a faery gate and was transported to another dimension. One filled with trees that held up the clouds, a place full of desaturated buildings full of cozy warmth and forgotten smiles.

You’re mother, Renne, broke you out of her daydreams with her voice, 

“Bella,” she sighs to your older sister, “You don’t have to do this.” She glances at you through the rear-view mirror, “Neither of you do.” she looks back to Bella, her main concern, with her sweet, childish eyes. You can see Bella’s face tighten with nervous anxiety in the car doors outside mirror. You knew why she was anxious. As much as you loved her, Renne could be a little… absent-minded sometimes. She wasn’t dumb or dull-minded, quite the opposite, actually. Her mind was always in so many places at once; like a box of little bunny rabbits, hopping energetically from place to place. Unfortunately, this caused her to forget things sometimes. Like having a bag of marbles, but the bottom seam of the bag is ripped and marbles keep spilling out. You can catch them and try to open the pouch and put them in, but you’d still keep dropping marbles. That’s why you and Bella were around, you caught all of the marbles and put them back in the bag before she ran off to a new idea, leaving her little thoughts behind. Bella sighs herself before finally speaking, 

“I want to go.” she lied. Everyone in the car knew that was a blatant lie, but she had said it so often lately, someone who didn’t know her would have believed it. Luckily for you, you had spent the last 15 years with her, you knew your sister and her habits better than she probably did. Your mom looks up to the rear-view again, but you just smile, 

“I’m actually excited to go to Forks, mom!” You playfully glare at Bella as you lean towards her shoulder of the seat, “Besides, I’ll consider this making up for Bells throwing a tantrum and keeping me from Charlie’s place for three years.” Bella scoffs as she rolls her eyes, but she can’t keep the smile off her face, 

“You say that like I’ve forgiven you for pretending to be ‘Bloody Mary’” she jokes. You laugh. You lean back in your seat, letting the relative silence continue, the only hearing the quiet melodies on the radio and the rushing of wind as you neared your first destination, the airport.

When you had reached the airport and gotten your suitcases out of the back. Even between the two of you, there wasn’t much, only a few bags per person. Due to the near-polar-opposites of your parent’s climates, not much of your wardrobe was suitable for Forks’ usual weather forecasts. You and Bella actually had to go out and buy the warmest clothing possible manufactured in Phoenix, which wasn’t much, due to the near insufferable heat of the summer and mild heat that still hung around in the dead of winter months. Once you both had your bags out of the car, Renne turned to you both, looking equal parts loving and anxious.

“Tell Charlie I said ‘hi’” You smile, 

“We will,” You both answer. Your mom grabs one of your and Bella’s hands, 

“I’ll see you soon,” she insists, worry burning in her eyes, “You girls can come home whenever you want- I’ll come right back as soon as you need me!” Bella almost noticeably winces, she knows your mom really loved you both, but she was in love and wanted to spend time with your traveling step-father, Phil.

“Don’t worry about us,” She urges, “It’ll be great. I love you, Mom.” You smile and pull your mom into a hug, entrapping Bella into your cocoon of love with you.

“I love you, Mom.” you murmur into her ear. 

With that, you and Bella set off into the airport’s main building, taking the path familiar to you, one that you had taken with your sister every summer until three years ago.

Going through customs was easy, the only three carry on items being a pair of cheap earbuds, an iPod mini, and a parka. The parka for the predictable forecast of rainy weather, and the iPod to keep yourself entertained during the 4-hour flight. You were delighted when no one was sitting in the third seat in your row, but it was only to be expected. There weren’t many people coming from the blistering heat of Phoenix willingly leaving for the downcast rain puddle that is Forks, Washington.

Once the plane had landed, you and Bella stepped out into the rainy sky of Port Angeles. Charlie, your father was waiting for you both in the police cruiser, like he had every year you visited before. Charlie, being the Chief of Police in town, only drove the cruiser, instead of getting his own car. It made sense to you, why buy another of something you already have that works perfectly? Bella however did not like the idea of being driven around in it. Something Bella had adamantly refused to endure was riding to school in the cop car, “Nothing slows down traffic like a cop,” she complained. Because of this, she was hellbent on buying her own vehicle to drive to school in, regardless of her smaller-than-desired budget.

Charlie welcomed you both as you boarded off of the plane, well, Bella more stumbled. That’s why you had come off first, grabbing her arm to keep her from having a personal encounter with the asphalt landing beneath you. Charlie awkwardly hugged you both.

“It’s good to see you girls,” he says smiling at you both as he pulls away. “You haven’t changed much, Bells. Y/n, you’ve grown taller, kiddo!” he laughs, “How’s Renee?” 

“Mom’s fine, It’s good to see you too, Dad.” Bella answers. Of course, she doesn’t call him Charlie to his face. You smile, 

“Mom says ‘Hi’” Charlie nods and helps you both with your luggage. All of Bella’s things fit into the trunk, as well as most of your own, you only needed to put your biggest case of clothing with you in the back. As soon as you all strap into the cruiser, Charlie makes an announcement,

“I found a good car for the two of you, really cheap.” A car? 

“What kind of car?” Bella asks suspiciously.

“Well, it’s a truck actually, a Chevy.” Oh, a truck. Maybe then it’d be more durable. God knows you’d need it. You didn’t have your license yet, so Bella was the only option to get you to school. If you didn’t want to be brought to school behind the separation grate of a cop car, that is.

“Where did you find it?” Bella asks.

“Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?” La Push was the little Native-American reservation down at the coast if you remembered right. Billy, Billy… You let out a little “oh!” before Bella can respond.

“He was that guy we’d go fishing with, right?” You remembered him faintly. He lived on the reservation with two, no, three kids. You remembered two sisters, twins, and a little boy. Man, you hadn’t thought about them in years! Of course, that couldn’t be helped, since Bella treated Forks liked it was cursed with the plague for years, enough to stop your summerly visits.

“Yup, that’s him,” your dad confirms, “He’s in a wheelchair now, so he can’t drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap.” Bella, ever suspicious of this vehicle, prods further, 

“What year is it?”  You can see Charlie make a slight face at Bella’s question, 

“Well… Billy’s done some work to the engine- it’s only a few years old really,” he tries vainly. 

“When did he buy it?” Bella continues. 

“He bought it in 1984, I think.”

“Did he buy it new?” Charlie sighs at the question, 

“Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties- or late fifties, at the earliest,” he admits. Bella sigh herself, 

“Ch- Dad,” she starts, “Neither Y/N or I know anything about cars! We wouldn’t be able to fix it if anything went wrong, and I can’t really afford a mechanic-” she rambles anxiously before Charlie stops her, 

“Really, Bella, the thing runs great. They don’t build them like that anymore.” Bella stews in her thoughts for a moment, you break the silence, 

“I mean, if anything, I’m more than happy to get to school in something other than the back of a cop car,” you laugh easily, “I mean, can you imagine, coming to school on the first day in the back of the Chief’s cruiser like a criminal? Talk about a first impression!” Charlie is able to laugh at your light humor with you before Bella asks another question, 

“How cheap is… cheap?” she asks, quieting your laughter quickly. 

“Well, girls, I kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift.” you can see Charlie peek over at Bella before glancing at you through the rear-view hopefully. Already… wow, was the truck free?

“You didn’t have to do that, Dad, I was going to buy us a car myself,” Bella says. Charlie looks straight ahead at the road before answering, obviously trying to get his emotions out without his usual awkwardness.

“I don’t mind. I want you to be happy here.” His last sentence was obviously more pointed at your sister than you. She had never really hidden her… distaste for Forks. Charlie seemed rather pleased the two of you had willingly decided to come live with him for a more permanent amount of time.

“That’s really nice Dad,” Bella says, looking straight out the front window, just like your dad. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” You smile at the two in front of you, 

“Thanks, Dad!” He makes a gruff sound of affirmation, slightly awkward, but mostly pleased at your positive reaction,

“Well, now, you’re welcome.” You settled against the window and car door and pop your earbuds in their place as you press play on your iPod. You look out through a rain covered window, alternating between watching the terrain run behind you and focusing on the water droplets streaking across the glass, seeing which ones met the bottom first.

Eventually, you made it home. You recognized the curve of the road, seeing a peek of the washed-out color of the white house and dark roof through the brilliant green of the trees. What was the most eye-catching about the scene was the contrasting red truck in the driveway. Bella hopped out of the front with almost excited energy. 

“Wow Dad,” she exclaims slightly louder than her usual, quiet volume, “I love it! Thanks!” You climbed out of the back, pausing your music and stuffing the earbuds into your pocket as you made your way beside your sister. Despite being the complementary color of green, the washed-out fade of the red paint made the truck look perfect in the surrounding environment. It was big and old, but it was sturdy looking, like a little tank. This was definitely one of the trucks that could get in a collision and crush the opposing vehicle like an empty soda can. At least if Bella managed to crash the two of you, you’d probably live!

Charlie calls you both to the back of the truck after accepting your thanks and words of appreciation as best as he could, helping you both unpack your luggage from the cruiser. It only took one trip. Bella carried her luggage upstairs with your dad’s help, and you dragged your own into your room on the main floor of the house. 

Originally, you and Bella had shared the nursery, but around 11 years old, the two of you convinced (or complained, depends on who you ask)  your dad to let you and Bella have separate rooms. Your little room was wedged between the stairs and the living room, the smallest room in the house. It wasn’t bad though. The walls were painted navy blue with old glow in the dark stars stuck all over the popcorn ceiling and tops of the walls. You still had the white garlands of Christmas lights tacked up the to corners of your ceilings, and the lace curtains still hung over the window. Your window faced the back of the house directly into the forest behind. There was enough room for your twin-sized bed and a small desk and bookshelf shoved into one corner, your dresser snug in a corner on one side of your bed, and nightstand on the other. There was an old computer upstairs in Bella’s room, the nursery. Your mom had all but demanded it be there for easy communication. You missed her already.

You didn’t set to really putting your room together, other than putting clothes in drawers and hanging what little you had in the closet. You decided you’d unpack all personal items later, but dug out your backpack. A white canvas backpack with two bottle pockets on the sides and a smaller, extra on the front. You had doodled on it with markers last year, but it hadn’t fallen apart yet so you had been using it this year too. Your now emptied folders and binders took up space in the main pocket; your pencil case and an extra pencil case full of period products housed in the smaller one. Your backpack was set. You decide on what to wear for tomorrow, familiarizing yourself with your new set up in the process. By the time you had busied yourself with the small tasks you could, the sun had fully set behind the cover of clouds.

You made your way upstairs to your sister’s room, peaking your head through the door. Bella had put on her pajamas and was sitting in bed, gazing out into the night. In the low light of the lamp she had on, you could see she wasn’t feeling great about tomorrow.

“Hey Bells,” you call softly. She looks over to you, not bothering to change her expression. She already learned she couldn’t hide how she felt around you, so she stopped trying quite a while ago. “Not excited for tomorrow, huh?” You slide into the room fully, gently closing the door behind you. She sighs as you set down across from her.

“Not really.” She admits. “Forks Highs-school only has three hundred and fifty-seven students,”

“Now fifty-eight,” you interject. She nods and closes her eyes, 

“Exactly. Everyone around here has grown up together- their grandparents were toddlers together! We’re the new girls from the big city-”

“A curiosity,” you agree tiredly, 

“A freak,” she grumbles pessimistically. “I mean, we don’t look how girls from Phoenix should, I know I don’t. I should be tan, sporty, blonde- a volleyball player, or a cheerleader, perhaps- everything people think about when they think of living in the valley of the sun!”

“You know neither of us should ever be let in a quarter-mile vicinity of a volleyball, first of all-” you joke, “and second, I don’t think being sporty or tan would really help anyway. If Phoenix is the ‘valley of the sun’, then Forks in “the valley of rain clouds’. I don’t think a lot of the other white people here are going to be very tan.” Bella manages a genuine, albeit small, laugh. “I don’t think we’d fit in anywhere, Bells, not unless we find people like us.” She sighs, 

“Other people with glitches in their brains.” You shrug, 

“I don’t think its a glitch. We’re just wired differently. Besides, our brains are literally meat-jello full of electricity, some of them are bound to work a little strange, right?” She laughs, louder this time. You give her a side hug before standing up. “Alright, I’m heading to bed. See you in the morning.”

“Goodnight,”’ Bella says un-enthusiastically. You exit the room and call down the short hallway to Charlie’s room, 

“Night, Dad!” He pokes his head out of the door a moment after, 

“Night honey, see you in the morning.” He goes back to his room and closes the door. You trail your way down the stairs and to your room before crawling under the blankets. You were going to need your sleep for tomorrow. After all, you were starting your first day at a new school. Forks High, now at a population of 359.