#the deputy fanfic

[alien-slushie]

Hans: Uh sir, about the Young Master...

Deruth: What did Cale do now?

Hans: Um, he brought a strange man to the mansion last night.

Deruth, staring blankly as he misunderstands what he just heard: ...he what?!

[dallianceangel]

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 🚓

Here’s a random short fic for you 😁

🦋 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🦋

You step out of the holding cell, bruised but victorious. Your brother, Jax, meets you with a grin.

“Deputy Hale told me everything,” Jax says, eyes twinkling with pride. “Ima’s in the next cell, looking pretty defeated.”

You smirk, adjusting your jacket. “Well, she needed a lesson. You don’t mess with a Teller and get away with it.”

As you pass Hale on your way out, you flash him a flirtatious smile. “Thanks for the quick exit, Deputy. I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on.”

Hale blushes slightly, nodding awkwardly. “Just… have a good rest of your evening.”

You wink at him. “You too, handsome.”

Jax shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

[dropofbittersea]

Derek saves a nymph from being somebody's Christmas decoration. As a reward, the nymph grants him a twig of mistletoe.

If Derek had known the mistletoe would come to life and goad him into kissing people at random, he might have tried to refuse.

*

Of course, Derek doesn’t notice. Not at first. How would he, when he’s alone? The mistletoe can’t do anything to him when he’s alone. It just sits in the house, hung above the fireplace, next to his tiny Christmas tree. Only when he shows up at Scott’s to return Melissa’s stepladder—Lydia and Stiles insisted he put up Christmas lights—does he realize the gift’s true purpose.

Melissa lifts one corner of her mouth in a wry smile and tells him, “You’ve got a little something right—” and reaches up above his head.

[127lovegalaxyperson]

I FINALLY KNOW HOW TO POST AO3 NOW

YIPPPPPPP

anyways, full version below

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'Huh?Where am I?'

As Henry Hotline slowly opens his eyes,he sees Monster Frankie, the contestant ,the Real Frankie and Deputy Duck in a minecart.</p>

'Guys,the phone finally awakes from his beauty sleep'

As Henry look towards the screen of Deputy Duck with Cartoon Frankie inside, Real Frankie looks over to him.</p>

'Henry !You haver finally awake, guys, I guess that all our efforts in saving him didn't gone to waste.'

With his optimistic voice,Monster Frankie gives a low growl to him.The contestant looks towards Henry but Henry doesn't know his reaction as he was seeing him with his mask.

'What's going on in-'

'YOU STILL WANNA CHAT ABOUT IT ' cartoon Frankie shouted.'GO AND HELP THEM'

Henry was confused, why would they all worked together? As Monster Frankie tries to kill the contestant, so as the Cartoon Frankie for ruining his gameshow.And now they are all together with him in a minecart.He didn't knew what to do or happened, but he knows......

Before another thought popping of of his head,the phone rang, making him annoyed,and when he tries to pick up the phone....

'NO!' all of them shouted and put their hands on the phone, forcing Henry not to pick it up.The contestant immediately sealed the phone with duck tape and taps him with some werid code.All of them are confused but Henry seems to know that he said:

'No matter what happens, DON'T pick up the phone,or we will all be in chaos.'

Later on, the contestant went to the front of the minecart where Deputy Duck and Cartoon Frankie lies, lightly pushes the Real Frankie from them and use Deputy Duck to scan the place while they were on the minecart.Then shows signals to the two Frankies that there are three switches, on the two sides and the ceiling, Henry felt werid as he knows them well, and he knew that BOTH of them doesn't like to be ordered (the real one doesn't show it ) ,but now not only they didn't kill the contestant, they nodded and prepared for the signal that the contestant as he raises his hand.

Three ,two ,one!Both of them had a tacit agreement and knew where were their positions. The real one lifts the ceiling one and the monsters lifts the rest.As the gate opens,the minecart continues to side down to the railroad.

Henry cannot understand what's going on, from the biggest enemies , now are each other's biggest allies .

'I couldn't understand what's going on !' Henry asked.

'YOU REALLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT NOW!' the Cartoon one said.'WE ARE ALL IN GRAVE DANGER, EVEN YOU, AND NOW WE ARE TRYING TO ESCAPE IT ,and I don't know why DO WE HAD A MINECART WITH RAILROADS INSIDE THE FACILITY!' As he angrily looks towards to the real Frankie.

'Told you that this would be useful.' He replied.

Henry then looks at the contestant going back to the back of the minecart, tell the monster one that they are slowing down . The monster one didn't hesitate about what he said and began to push the minecart with his hands . Henry felt even more confused. A robot who can kill people in seconds and doesn't like to be ordered, listen to a normal person, who would just die in a simple game ? How is it possible?

'Em.... Henry?' The real one turns his head towards him.

'Can you stop thinking for a second and START HELPING US'

As his voice turns even mad. Henry didn't hesitate as well and began to look for things in the minecart,thinking about what he could do.But what? How could he know what to do if he didn't know what has happened when he blacks out? Then Henry found something.....

'NOOB NOOBS?!' Henry replied in surprise.

'HOW ARE THEY IN HER-'

Without saying another word, the contestant took his and threw it outside the cart. Explosion sound was heard,Henry began to fell scared about what might happened but now he knew that he shouldn't waste more time thinking of it, took 2 Noob Noobs and gave one to the contestant and start throwing them.

They began to throw more until the contestant warns him not to throw too much as they will ended up losing them all,so Henry went back to the middle of the cart and give the noob noobs to the contestant.

'That’s the spirit. ' the real one said in a cheerful voice.

'It would be more helpful and efficient if you DO SOMETHING. '

the cartoon and Henry shouted at him.

'I am!' the real one replied. 'look!' As he was holding the tool box and a laptop. He was checking the security cameras to look for the thing that chases them. The contestant holds for a while. Threw the noob noob that he was holding, tells Henry not to give more to him and went to Deputy Duck to check more switches.

As he expected, there was a lever needs to be pull the open the gate,but it's too close to the gate itself, they will get crash into it as the cart was going too fast.

'Em....guys?' Henry said as they all looked at the gate. Before the contestant could say anything.

'CRACK'

the gate opens and they all went through it safe,but not all....

Chapter 2 might come soon

[animasolascreenshots]

[loserreinawriter]

Can I get a Jess Black fluff? I always imagine that once Jess let's people into her life she becomes much more softer and touchy, especially with Dep since they met

The Heart Of The Huntress

Jess Black X GN Deputy reader

Fluff- 1.1K words

This isn’t as long as I wish it was, but I think it’s fitting enough given the theme! Sorry for the wait <3

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It was always so clear to the Deputy when they first met Jess Black that if there was one thing the woman had, it was one hard and cold shell. It didn’t mean she lacked the ability for openness, no. She could be open and vulnerable, even if indirect about it. It seemed all was laid out before the Deputy when they went on to help her defeat The Cook, her story leading the path of their journey and soon enough the anger Jess felt towards the sadistic man had burned It’s way into the Deputy. It was sickening. It was enough to make even the strongest stomach churn with the upset it caused. If there was something Jess Black deserved, it was the right to be cold after all she’d been through.

The Deputy remembered the look on her face when she’d gotten her revenge. It wasn’t enough, it never had been. Her revenge was the first step to being able to heal, but that was going to be a hell of a trip for her to do alone. how much they wanted to reach out, just to place a single hand on her shoulder but they knew better. She didn’t seek their comfort, and they didn’t need to make this more uncomfortable for her than it already was. They didn’t know each other enough then but that sparked an idea in the Deputy. She sparked a light in the Deputy, and they could excuse it as wherever they wished but they knew from that moment on. They enjoyed her company, they wanted her with them.

So the Deputy kept her around, of course they did. A skilled woman like herself, her witty comments were enough to make them smirk and it sometimes even brought out a small laugh while the pair were supposedly undercover. It never gave them away, they were too good. They always had been, but it made it so much more enjoyable. She was truly one of their favorite people to do this with, their joint strategy of stealth and takedowns, Jess watching the Deputy’s back as the Dep went through each outpost and mission given to them. They worked wonderfully together.

The pair soon found themselves together at the end of a long day, seated comfortably at a campfire somewhere in the county. It didn’t really matter where they ended up, though they both tended to avoid the Henbane. It felt more private without the bliss tainting their fresh air. And that’s where they were at that fateful sunset, seated beside each other with Peaches across, sleeping soundly while the two watched over the county from a high up mountainside view. They were in a good enough spot to see trouble, and possibly even shoot it down if it was close enough.

The wind very slightly picked up for the pair, pushing Jess’ hair all around her face as it couldn’t escape her lifted hood. The grin that dawned on the Deputy’s face was enough to earn a playful shove from the woman, the pair laughing together as Jess reached up and pulled her hood down.

The soft stare from the Deputy was unintentional. She looked so much more free.. so comfortable. A smile adorning her features as those teal eyes watched over the county, one hand reached down to lightly stroke through Peaches fur. Her mouth moved as she voiced her opinions so openly, so strong in everything she said and declared. The huntress was unaware of the Deputy’s admiration of her growth and just.. her. They didn’t think they’d see the day she’d be so comfortable with them, it almost made all this fighting worth it.

They must’ve been staring for much longer than they thought, however, because within a second those teal orbs were now facing their way, a look of questioning on the woman’s face as she lightly jabbed at their shoulder.

“Earth to the grinning gunslinger, did you hear me? Or is this just how you take a conversation now? Jeez, I know silent and deadly is our thing, and silence is your entire vocabulary but I didn’t think you’d take it to this extent.”

The jab to the side didn’t hurt and helped pull the Deputy from their gaze much quicker, looking almost sheepish before just laughing it off with a chuckle and shoving her back. Their playful banter had become a daily occurrence, if it weren’t for the comments on the Deputy’s weapon choice Jess managed to find something about them to pick some fun at. She knew they could take the playfulness with her and it felt so.. refreshing. Their entire relationship, whatever it was, was refreshing. They always found time for each other, even after the most eventful and tiring days. Even when the Deputy ended up in the Hope County Jail Medical room for a full day and night, they forced Jess into a trivial card game. One where the rules escaped both of them. It was so much more than a partnership against the resistance now, they were truly something together. It didn’t need a name, they didn’t need any type of label for their friendship. They were closer than anyone knew, and that was perfect for them.

“Sorry. Miss what you said, my bad?” The Deputy’s head turned to look over the county once again as they smiled, feeling Jess shift on the bench they shared before they felt her against their arm. They didn’t flinch or move, but their gaze shifted immediately back over to her as their smile remained. She had leaned against them. Her head falling to rest on their shoulder. A silent gesture, one of many the pair had shared together. It was always so shocking when she made any attempt at being physical with the Deputy, but it was always accepted. It was becoming more of a common occurrence now and it made the pair feel a sense of warmth they couldn’t find beyond each other.

The Deputy’s shoulder tensed just enough to keep her upright as they tilted their own head to rest atop of hers, the pair letting out soft breathes as they settled into silence and their new position. It seemed the night followed their peaceful gesture as night fell over them, the dark blanket of the deep blue sky pulling over them as the sun settled away beyond the mountains. The twinkling of the stars begin to poke out and shoot their winks down playfully to them. They knew they’d remain here until the moon’s rays were coming over and above them and neither could complain, they’d find their way to a bunker or safety once they decided to do so. For now, their companionship was enough for them both, and contentment had settled into them both.

[seedofjoseph]

hellbent (WIP)

Author's Note: After posting homebound (link), I immediately began working on a ficlet featuring the overprotective love interest trope starring John Seed. However, I've only picked it up again this week, so I'm posting this early on WIP Wednesday.

The whole of Holland Valley knew John Seed as a madman. You? All you knew was that he was mad. Wrath he called you, though it sounded like it suited him better. Especially during his last radio call.

“Wrath,” he screamed through the static. “Godammit, Wrath! Where are you?”

“Language, Seed,” you shot back, not being able to see if you’ve hit your target, but hearing the words had wounded him instead. “Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain.”

“I’ll find you, girl,” his words were muffled, his mouth probably planted close enough to kiss the microphone. “Even if I have to burn down every dive bar and liquor store in this valley to draw you out, I’ll find you.”

“Thought you let me break curfew so that I could go bar hopping,” you smirked. And, while he couldn’t have seen you do so, he sure as shit heard it in your tone. “I thought you let me out so that I could indulge in my sins.”

“I did and you have,” he answered, the coolness of it making him out to be as inhuman as the receiver his voice was coming out of. “And now I’m coming to save you from yourself.” Before you could press the button to press his buttons, John Seed went completely cold as the receiver went silent.

Feeling only a little bit frustrated by his lack of fire on this chilly night, you finally dismount your bike and let it recline on the stand instead of your legs. After, you unfasten your leather jacket on your short walk to the rest stop entrance, feeling only a little bit heated. Then, taking in the neon-lit shelves and the yellow-stained floors, you cool off with the thought of a cold Coke.

The truth is that you didn’t set out to indulge in anything else besides caffeine tonight. And the lie is that you bask in the fire your wrath left in its wake. That is the lie you fed to John Seed through your shared frequency, the target you put on your back as you drove away from Holland Valley, from everyone you wouldn’t want to be in his crosshairs. And the truth was that businesses that you were a patron of were going up in flames.

So you sigh in sweet relief as the taste of the sugary drink elevated some weight off of your heavy shoulders. “Needed that,” you paid for the half-emptied bottled as soon as you made it to the counter. “Keep the change.” And you exit before the kid on the other side of it can lift his head and recognize you.

All you knew was that John Seed was mad and you wouldn’t bet a poor boy’s life on him not blowing a gasket along with the rest stop.

“That you, Deputy?”

The door slammed loudly behind you, but it’s a shouting human voice that startled you.

You shake your head frantically and walk back to your bike briskly. “Not tonight I’m not.”

The man is indignant and you can tell from the sound that comes out of his throat. Because you weren’t facing him. You couldn’t face him. Not after what happened the last time you did.

“It’s me,” you hear him hop out of the pick-up and bounce back on his boots like he’d lost his footing. “It’s Jean. But you called me Jaaawn,” he slurs like he’d forgotten how you speak. “Yes, Jaaawn. Fuck yes,” he spits your own drunken words back to you.

It’s like he’s getting the both of you shitfaced again. It’s like he’s in your face and up your shirt and in your pants again. Like you never shoved him off of you and locked him in the bathroom stall. Like the bar is still up and running and not in ruins after some Peggie recognised you stumbling out of it and gave John Seed the excuse to indulge in his wrath.

“I’d buy you a drink, buuut,” he stumbles between you and your bike. “But John made them all go BOOM.”

Jean didn’t look much like John Seed tonight, so that drink he’d bought you was strong enough to make him shape-shift before your very inebriated eyes. Though he stands at the same height and combs back the same dark hair with fingers covered in just as much ink, his eyes are more murky green than clear blue. And though he stands before you untouched by the collateral damage your indulgence has caused, you don’t hesitate to lay your hands on him and shove him to the side.

“I’m going sober,” you decline, determined to quit drinking Coke, too, and drive off.

“Least you could do is moan my name,” he spits. “My real name. While I'm fingerin’ your pussy. That was me, bitch, not John fuckin’ Seed.”

The whole of Holland Valley knew John Seed had eyes and ears everywhere. All you knew was that Jean’s slurred speech had summoned him and the empty rest stop you’d pulled into is now crawling by his cavalry.

“Oh, my God,” Jean tries and fails to find his footing and stumbles backwards into your bike. “Oh, my fuckin’ God,” he turns around and takes you in, eyes filled with fear. “Don’t let him kill me, deputy. Please don’t let him kill me.”

Your voice is steady as you instruct him to get inside, even as your heart is rattling the cage that is your chest. And your body shields the entrance, even if your soul threatens to make its escape. But you won’t let it or yourself get away. And you won’t leave another trail of fire in your wake.

“Wrath,” he calls you, but this sin burns brighter in his words than they ever did in yours. And he hops out of the van in a hurry, already heaving like he’d been chasing you on foot through the Valley. “How many more lives have to go up in flames before you’re satiated?”

“None,” you raise your hands in front of you, adding more distance between the Reaper and the two lives. “Not a single one. I’m done.” Then, you stretch your arms above your head. “I’m done, okay?”

You were far from done, far from having your eyelids ripped open, the furthest you can be from amazing grace. And his big brother would’ve called you blind still, but you needed him to see you as enlightened right now.

What your blind eyes do see is something strange in John Seeds eyes, something which resembled a comforting warmth and not a punishing fire.

“It’s suffocating, isn’t it?” His voice is horse like he’s been shouting, and your throat dries like he is right. You are suffocating. “Your wrath has set the world on fire and you’re the only one left to breathe in the ashes.”

The little air left between the two of you is enough for you to exhale: “Yes.”

TO BE CONTINUED

[lying-on-floors]

The Rye's and the Deputy

Nick was startled awake by a soft thud coming from downstairs. He grabbed his gun and made sure Kim and their daughter were safe before he headed down the stairs, his gun ready but he wasn't expecting to see what he did when he rounded that corner.

There she was, the "deputy," a 22 year old kid, her short hair greasy and her skin was dirty, probably from eating shit after jumping off of God knows what, yet here she was, on his couch, a can of corn and a beer on the coffee table.

"Hey, Dep."

She turned around and looked sheepish,

"Hey, Nicky. I, uh, Jimmied the window a bit, to get in," she stated almost casually, "b-but I'll, uh, fix it in the morning, before I do anything." She rushed out that last part, but Nick was already grabbing her extra pillows and a blanket from their closet.

"Here," he moved around the back of the couch and placed the pillows against the arm rest and he draped the blanket over the back.

"Take off your boots, and take a shower before you leave tomorrow," he placed his hands on his hips as he watched the deputy slip off her boots, "you know what, just stay for breakfast. Kim's gonna make pancakes." He smiled as the deputy made a little "ooh" sound. He helped her get more comfortable and asked if she needed anything else, she said no and they said goodnight.

Nick walked back up the stairs,

"False alarm, wife. Just the Deputy." He placed his gun on the bedside table and flopped back onto his side of the bed.

Kim laughed, "y'kno, we really ought'a get that girl a key."

Nick laughed, "yeah, it'll keep her from prying our windows open and breaking our damn house." His words may have sounded a bit harsh, but his tone was full of fondness, the deputy had become kind of a little sister to him over the few months that she's been in Hope County. No matter where she goes or what she does, she'll always have a place at their house.

(Wrote this at 5 am on no sleep, so cut me some slack if there's any mistakes or if it's lack-luster, I'm tired, lol.)

[mossmarsh]

two deputies one day! she and the med cat of fieldclan both have major stockholm syndrome toward ravenstar lmao

fun fact she is transfem :) for fun

pigeon also happens to be a somali cat! i was surprised actually to learn there are grey ones

[the-unidentified-author]

Unsanctioned

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

Words: 3,306

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[multiplefandomsdweller]

Richie Kirsch X Reader

Pt.2

Warnings: 🔞 minors dni, canon typical violence/gore, dark themes, reader is graduated but still hangs out with Tara and her friend group, mild language, gore, mentions of w33d and substance abuse

As you woke up you felt like a bolder was sitting on your chest you felt exhausted, last night was a nightmare, and getting stabbed wasn’t the worst part about it sleeping was, all you could do was toss and turn the feeling of being watched weighing down on you all night.

You sat up, your shoulder was sore and throbbing, but you put off checking your phone, hoping for good news at least.

Mindy: Hey omfg I heard what happened Tara said you were attacked by some asshole in a ghost face mask but you left the hospital before we got there are you okay? 5:37am

You stare at your phone, wondering if they have any leads on who the guy was or if they caught him. Suddenly, a phone call interrupts.

‘Wes’ Caller ID

“Hey, how are you? I heard they discharged you from the hospital my mom said they stationed police a couple of blocks down to keep watch” You hear him sigh he’s probably exhausted from the nightmare of yesterday

“Yeah I’m fine my shoulder hurts like a bitch but I’ll probably take some painkillers what about you did you get any sleep last night?” You stand up from your bed grabbing the painkillers on the nightstand and head downstairs

“Yeah, some, but not a lot. I was worried about you and Tara.” You hear him shuffling around a bit. “Did you get the text Mindy sent last night? She texted but said you never responded; she was worried about you.” You grab a glass from the cabinet and set it down on the counter, along with your phone, putting it on speaker.

“Not yet. I was going to respond after I took some medicine, but then you called. How’s Tara doing? I know they will probably keep her there for a while to monitor her.” You turn on the faucet and fill your glass before opening the painkillers and taking some.

“Yeah, she’s being monitored right now. My mom said it’s an open investigation, so they have to keep her at arm’s length in case anything happens.” You mumble, “Yeah,” before picking your phone back up and walking to the living room.

“Well, if anything happens, please call me. I need to know if Tara will be okay.” Before Wes hangs up, he says he will and gives a quick goodbye. You decide to text Mindy back.

You: Hey yeah I’m fine thanks for checking in sorry for not responding sooner I just woke up and Wes called 6:30am

Mindy: It’s fine was just worried I heard from Tara you got attacked and I freaked out especially after what happened with her are you busy today? 6:30am

You: Not really was going to go check on Tara at the hospital 6:31am

Mindy: Do you mind if we join you? It's Amber, Chad, Wes, and me. We need a ride up there because we are skipping today for Tara. 6:32 am

You: Yeah, sure I’ll have to shower and get dressed I’ll pick y’all up in 15 is that okay? 6:33 am

Mindy: Yeah we are sitting at the picnic tables outside of school 6:34am

You: Okay text you when I get there 6:34 am

Mindy: Ok 6:35 am

You head back upstairs to grab some clothes and walk into the bathroom. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you feel like you aren’t yourself anymore. It feels like something is weighing on you, making you question who you are and whether you’re even alive. You turn around, flip on the shower, and as you take off your clothes and step into the water, it feels like shards against your open wound the stinging sensation makes you wince in pain.

As you were finishing up, you heard a loud crash coming from your room, startling you. You turned off the water, grabbed the towel you had hung up, and wrapped yourself in it before stepping out.

The air was cold and bitter, making you tense up. "Mom shouldn’t be home yet," you thought to yourself. Your mom worked the night shift at the Woodsboro nursing home, where she always had paperwork to complete before heading home. She typically worked from 10 PM to 6 or 7 AM, then got shitfaced the moment she arrived home.

You felt as if your legs moved on their own you opened the bathroom door peeking out your nerves on edge “Hello?” You cursed yourself for saying anything ‘Hello? Are you serious do want to die? The first rule of a horror movie is never to open the door and say hello god you’re fucking stupid.’ You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of shuffling and things being moved downstairs, which made your skin crawl. You grab your clothes slip them on and head downstairs slowly, shaking a little more with every step. “Mom? Is that you? I thought you weren’t going to be home until 7:30. Did they let you off early?” You could still hear shuffling sounds, which grew louder with each step closer you took. It made you feel nauseous. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you noticed that the door was unlocked and slightly ajar. “I know I locked it last night,” you thought to yourself as you approached it. You grabbed the deadbolt, contemplating the point of locking it if you were leaving in just a minute anyway.

As you slowly walked into the living room, an unsettling feeling of being watched hung over you. Just before you could reach the kitchen, your phone rang, interrupting the tense silence.

‘Mindy’ Caller ID

It startles you making your breath catch in your throat you answer trying not to sound scared shitless.

“Hey, I'm headed your way! Sorry, the front door was unlocked and open, so I thought my mom was home, but I guess not. I probably forgot to lock it, though I could have sworn I did.” You accidentally ramble on, not giving Mindy a chance to speak.

“Sorry, I’m on edge,” you say. You hear Mindy laugh a little. “It’s fine; I was just wondering where you were.”

You grab your keys and head outside, but not before giving a visual scan of the living room. It felt off in a way you couldn’t quite explain. “I’m on my way, though. Whoever’s sitting in the back might have to move some stuff. Is that okay?” You hear her ask around.

“Yeah, it’s all good. See you when you get here,” Mindy replied. You hang up the phone and head towards your car.

The drive to Woodsboro High is quiet. Your shoulder is radiating a dull pain, and every turn of the wheel sends a sharp sting down your arm, but it's bearable. You finally pull into the curb and park, pulling out your phone to text Mindy.

You: Hey I’m here 7:25 am

Looking around, you see Chad, Amber, Liv, Wes, and Mindy chatting at the picnic tables. You take a deep breath and adjust the bandage wrapped around your shoulder, hoping to relieve the pressure of its tightness.

Mindy: Coming 7:30 am

You set down your phone in the cup holder and unlock the doors you watch as Amber and Mindy jog to the car while Chad and Wes follow close behind. Everyone exchanged quick hellos and got into the vehicle. You put the car in drive and pulled out, heading to the hospital. The ride was silent, broken only by the occasional phone notification or sigh; you could tell that everyone was on edge or at least a little nervous.

As you finally pulled into the parking lot, you saw the police tape wrapped around the site of your attack, sending shivers down your spine. The atmosphere in the car felt awkward, but you brushed it off as you got out and b-lined straight to the front entrance. As the group walked inside, you noticed nurses and staff bustling about, talking amongst themselves.

As you approach the front desk, you overhear Amber whispering to Mindy about something you can't quite make out. "We're here to see Tara Carpenter. We were here last night; we came to check up on her," You watch as the nurse at the front desk typed away at her computer, nodding slightly before pointing down the hall toward Tara's room. You quickly say thank you and motion for everyone to follow behind you. "Do you think Sam is still here?" Amber sounded irritated; she wasn't the biggest fan of Sam, just like you weren't. She was always worried about Tara, not allowing people to get close to her. It was overbearing at times, but you knew she meant well. "Probably she sounded really worried when I called her after it happened." As everyone flooded into the room, your eyes met Randy's—or was it, Richie? You couldn’t remember; everything was still a little hazy from last night. He looked exhausted; he probably hadn’t gotten any sleep, and you couldn’t blame him. “Hey,” Sam stood up and walked towards you. “How’s your shoulder? I was going to call, but it went to voicemail, so I assumed you were asleep.” You never actually blocked Sam, even though Amber was determined that you should. You could feel Amber's eyes boring into the back of your head; she clearly didn't expect to hear that you hadn't listened to her advice about cutting ties. But how could you? Sam had her problems, but she was always someone you could rely on for advice. You felt it was important to support her because she was always there for you, checking in to see if Tara was okay or if she needed anything.

"Yeah, it's fine. It hurts a little, but the painkillers the doctor gave are helping; it's just hard to move it."

You offer a small smile and step back, giving others a chance to squeeze past you. "Can I talk to you?" you ask Sam, giving her a small nod as you follow behind her, watching her boyfriend trail along. "I wanted to thank you for staying with Tara. It means a lot, especially considering what she's been through. I know we aren't on the best terms, but I just wanted to let you know."

You notice her adjust herself, and it's clear that this took a lot of effort on her part, but you appreciate the gesture. "Yeah, don't mention it," You awkwardly smile as she walks back into the room, leaving you with a more awkward version of your older brother. Oddly enough, this gives you a sense of comfort, knowing who your brother was.

"She means well, you know." You turn towards him. "She told me a lot about Tara, and about you she mentioned that you were always there for her, even if you weren't on speaking terms."

You take a deep breath, catching the scent of his cologne. It was slightly faded, but you could still recognize it; it smelled familiar, like the one your parents kept in memory of your brother. Even though they didn't want anything to do with him, it was comforting to know he wasn't forgotten for the person he was before everything happened. "I know…" You turn towards the door, watching everyone talk. You feel his eyes never leave your frame, analyzing you. It feels similar to the sensation you experienced all night and this morning, but you push it aside, knowing he means well. "How long have you and Sam been dating, if it’s not weird to ask?" You didn't take your eyes off the group chatting in the room and just waited for a response. "Six months. We met at work, had a lot in common, so I decided to ask her out, and surprisingly, she said yes." You heard him laugh a little, but the tone of the conversation felt off in some way. "Nice, did you get any sleep?" You turned your attention back to him, noticing he was already staring at you. He tensed up a little, looking away for a second, then back at you. "Not really decided to watch some Netflix to distract myself. What about you?" You smiled softly. "I kept tossing and turning all night so no," he nodded and returned your smile. "What were you watching?" you asked, feeling a slight throb in your shoulder as you adjusted your posture. "The Stab movies. I know, I know, but I wanted to be prepared for what we might be facing," he said. You snickered a little before raising your eyebrow. "Really? Haven't you seen them before?" He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders. "Sam told me they were based on actual events, but I was never really interested in the plot, you know? I mean, I’ve never seen Gone With The Wind either, but I wouldn’t consider it a huge gap in my cinematic education." You laugh, genuinely surprised. "Most of the Stab movies are based on real events, though. Stab 3 was a fluke; one of the writers decided to take creative liberties, which kind of ruined the series." You watch as he thinks about what to say next. "Anyways, every year some idiot decides to put on the mask and get the brilliant idea to go around slashing up their friends for their fifteen minutes of fame. "The last time it happened was in 2011." You roll your eyes, thinking of how ridiculous it was, and now you’re caught in the middle. "So, like the plot of Halloween?" You look up at him. "Not at all like the plot." "It sounds a lot like the plot of—" you laugh a little. "Okay, it's a bit like Halloween, just different. chain of murders began with Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. The only remaining survivors were Gale Weathers, Sidney Prescott, Dewey Riley, and Randy Meeks. until Billy Loomis's mother and Mickey Altieri decided to create a sequel and killed Randy." "May he rest in peace," you thought to yourself as you watched his expression turn into a stone-faced demeanor. "So, Sam and you grew up in a town known not only for its infamous serial killers but where copycats spring up every few years. And we chose to come here voluntarily?" You let out a sigh.

"I'm sure Sam just wanted to make sure Tara was alright." You turn back toward the door, reflecting on how messed up this situation is. Maybe he was right; perhaps it was a death wish to still be living here. "So now we have to worry about not getting attacked by some lunatic who watched Jason Voorhees and thought, 'You know, this guy's got some pretty solid ideas!"

You smile at the joke. "Listen, I'm sorry you got dragged into all of this. You don't have to stay." You turn back to him. "I want to be here," you nod as you start to walk back into the hospital room.

"Wait, Y/N, can I have your number just in case anything happens?"

You look at him, a little puzzled, but you agree and hand him your phone so he can enter his number. You stand there waiting for him to finish, locking eyes with Sam, who seems to be watching you intently. 'I hope she doesn't get jealous,' you think to yourself.

He hands your phone back. You look down at your phone, Richie—yes, that’s his name. You watch as he pulls out his phone and starts typing.

Richie: Yo, I just wanted to check if it works. 10:36am

You laugh and nod in response, saying, "It works." He laughs back and nods, following you back into the room.

The room felt tense as Richie stood on the opposite side of the room, softly smiling at Sam, who didn’t return the gesture. Amber was holding Tara’s hand, trying to comfort her—more for her own sake than for Tara’s—but it was nice to see.

“You brought a date?” Amber glanced at Sam with disgust, which Sam reciprocated.

“Don’t start…” Richie cleared his throat, an awkward expression plastered on his face, and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Sam rolled her eyes and walked toward Richie.

“This is Chad and Mindy, the twins, and Wes Hicks. I used to babysit them all,” Sam said, Richie smiled as he shook their hands. Then he turned back to Sam and you. “Where’s Mom?”

Sam walked back over to Tara, looking down at her. “She was here earlier—”

“For all of ten minutes look, Tara’s really tired, and there are a lot of people in here so…” Amber was visibly upset.

“It’s okay; I want her to stay,” Tara managed a tired smile, “I’d like that.” Sam placed her hand on Tara's shoulder

Sam nodded. “I was thinking I could sleep here tonight.”

Before Amber could respond, Wes placed a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe you should let them catch up," he suggested. Amber looked at Tara, who subtly nodded, looking hurt but still kissed her on the forehead. "Text me if you need anything. Do you have your inhaler?" Tara nodded and smiled.

As you walked towards Tara to say your goodbyes, you gave her a soft hug, trying to avoid putting any pressure on your shoulder. Afterward, joining the others, you offer Richie a quick smile before leaving the room. "Hey, are you all busy?" you ask, turning your attention to Chad, who is walking ahead with Mindy. "I was thinking we could shoot some pool to help take our minds off this shitshow." Everyone nods in agreement. "Yeah, sure, I could use a drink," you reply as you all approach the exit of the hospital.

As you get into the car, you feel your phone buzz in your back pocket, but you decide not to check it until you arrive at the bar.

“God, I’m so done with Sam, I swear to God,” Amber says, getting into the car with the others, who roll their eyes.

“All I’m saying is, Sam doesn’t deserve Tara.”

You sigh in response, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

The drive to the bar felt dramatically different from the one to the hospital. Everyone was discussing horror movie tropes, and Mindy was convinced that Tara’s attacker was someone from our group. As she put it, “The killer is always close to the victim. No one can be trusted, not even her. It could be anyone.” Everyone started arguing with her saying it couldn't have been them cause they all had airtight alibis.

"By the way, Wes, your mom asked me if I was involved in Tara's attempted murder, so that was fun," You glanced at Chad through the rearview mirror. He looked hurt at the mere suggestion that he might have anything to do with it. "I'm sure she was just asking everyone," Chad nodded in response. "Not just people like you, who look like roided-out serial killers."

Amber turned around to glare at Chad from the back seat, giving him a look you could only describe as disdain. "What about you, Amber? That Snapchat could have been pre-recorded, so what's your alibi?"

Amber shot back, clearly irritated that Chad was bringing it up again. "How could it be me? Tara literally saw the killer and me in the same frame, genius."

Wes sighed, obviously tired of the conversation. "But aren't there always two killers in the Stab movies?"

Mindy looked up from her phone and deadpanned at Wes, "Not in 3 or 8. Stay in your lane, Wes." You stifled a laugh, not expecting that response from Mindy.

"Hey, Y/N, by the way, Liv is already at the bar, so you don't have to worry about picking her up." Chad smiled and you nodded, focusing on the conversation and the road.

"Plus, the press isn't mentioning Ghostface," Mindy said, turning off her phone and setting it in her lap before looking at Wes. "Mom didn't want to cause a panic."

Mindy nodded in agreement. "It'll get out eventually. It always does, by the second or third killing."

Amber looked shocked for a moment. "Jesus, Mindy! There wasn't a first killing! Tara's still alive."

Amber rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed with Mindy.

"Hm. I mean, she could still die," Mindy replied, smiling sarcastically. Just then, Chad reached over and slapped her on the shoulder. "Fuck, Mindy!"

"Or the killer could come back for her," Mindy added, rubbing her shoulder and giving Chad a sidelong glance. Amber couldn't believe what Mindy was saying.

"Chad, can you please tell your sister to stop talking?" she interjected, looking back at Mindy with irritation.

Mindy shot her a irritated glance in return. "I'm just saying, something's different this time."

Wes glanced up at you through the rearview mirror before pulling out the taser he had hooked onto one of his belt loops. "I'm telling you, arm up. Pepper spray? Check. Taser? Check."

Amber laughed. "Girlfriend repellent? Check."

Wes's face turned red with embarrassment. You finally pulled into the parking lot of the bar and put your car in park. "Y'all go inside; I'll join you in a second," you said. You heard a collective "Okay" before everyone filed out of the car, leaving you alone. You pulled your phone out of your pocket to check it and saw that you had a text from Richie.

Richie: Where did you go? Was hoping to catch you before you left but Sam wanted to talk so I didn't have time 8:35 pm

You sighed tapping on the side of your phone before responding

You: We decided to go to the bar to blow off steam 9:14 pm

Richie: ...

You watch the text bubble go in and out before disappearing fully, causing you to feel slightly disappointed. But, you understood. You decide to get out of the car and join the others inside.

"I was thinking about what Amber said at the picnic tables. We've been together for a while now, right? And I don't want to be the stereotypical jock who's just trying to get into his girlfriend's pants." As you approach the group that has already gathered around the pool table, you raise an eyebrow at the conversation you just walked into. "Great!" Liv smiles and kisses him on the cheek, locking eyes with you and saying a quick 'hello.' leaving Chad with a dumbfounded look on his face — definitely not the way he expected that to go.

It was around midnight, and Amber was playing a new game. You watched as the balls ricocheted off the walls, with some landing in the pockets leaving Mindy frowning at the decent break. You were sipping on your mocktail after deciding on the way here that it was a good decision not to drink since you were the one driving home. But you definitely needed something to calm your nerves. "So, what is she like? The sister?" Chad smiled as he walked around the pool table, setting his Diet Coke on the table where you were sitting. "Sam's cool," he said. Mindy scoffed at Chad's comment. "You're just saying that because she let you wear Pokémon onesies to bed for a year."

You watched as Amber missed her shot, followed by Mindy, who was lining up her next move. Amber looked over at Liv with her head resting on the end of her pool cue. "Her dad left when Tara was eight and Sam was thirteen, right? Tara just needs someone to lean on to get through it, but Sam went nuts. She started drinking, doing drugs, getting arrested, and hooking up with half the guys in town."

Chad smiled and nodded. "I, for one, support that kind of behavior." Liv gave him a light smack on the shoulder, shaking her head in disappointment, while Amber walked around pouring the flask of whiskey she had in her purse for everyone, skipping yours.

"Then Sam leaves town on her eighteenth birthday, ghosts them all, and abandons Tara at thirteen to deal with their mom. Trust me, Sam's not the good guy in all this."

You sigh, watching Wes as he covers his drink with his hand when Amber gets to him. "I'd prefer to stay sharp, thanks,"

Amber rolls her eyes. "So what? You're going to protect Tara from her own sister?"

Amber stared at Wes. "She's my girlfriend, so yeah."

Wes scoffed. "She was my girlfriend too."

Amber rolls her eyes before shooting her turn "For like five minutes, relax." "It would've been longer if you hadn't swooped in," You roll your eyes "Tara made the first move, bud. The heart wants what it wants," Mindy takes her turn in thought "Hm.. motive." You look up at Mindy confused, "What?" Mindy looks at Wes then you "If I can't have her no one can." Wes looked at Mindy pissed "Fuck you, Mindy." You give Mindy a look that says, "Come on." She shrugs, "Nothing personal. We're all suspects, except maybe Liv." Liv smiles, "Thank you." But Mindy adds, "You're way too boring to be a psycho." You almost spit out your drink, watching Liv's face drop. "Um, hello? Y/N and Wes are the boring ones," she argues, pointing to her hair. You shoot Liv a death stare. "No, Wes is the goody-goody, and Y/N buys us beer. And who has pink hair? Boring people who dye it to feel less boring." You roll your eyes, "Thanks, Mindy. Nice to know I'm just good for a pack of beer." Just then, a guy who looks a bit tipsy calls out, "Hey, Liv!" Everyone turns, and you see Liv's uncomfortable expression.

It was Vince, a guy that Liv had a summer fling that didn't end well, according to what she told us. "Buy you a real drink, or are you happy sitting at the kid's table?" he asked. You shot him a death glare. "Look, Uglier Michael Myers, it was just a summer fling. You need to get the fuck over it." Chad towered over the guy trying to intimidate him. "I'd be happy to open you up," he said. You watch as the guy pulls a switchblade out of his pocket and opens it, causing Chad to freeze. “Come on, man, let's not do this.” You stand up, trying to de-escalate the situation, which probably isn’t the best decision you’ve ever made, but it’s all you can do to avoid another blood bath "back it up bitch before slice your throat open" Before you could respond you heard the bartender yell at Vance telling him to leave "Fuck this bar man." You watch as he storms out holding up his middle fingers "Yeah fuck off man," Chad gives him the finger "You kids to get out too." You scoff and roll your eyes following everyone out waiting at the door for Chad to follow.

You decided to drop everyone off so they could get some sleep and cool off, cause they were pissed about being kicked out on behalf of Chad and Vince comparing their dick sizes.

"See you later," Amber said as she got out of the car. "Tell Tara I love her."

You nodded before she shut the door, waving as she walked toward her house. Taking a deep breath, you put the car back into drive and headed back to the hospital.

The car was quiet, so you decided to connect your phone to Bluetooth and play some music to decompress and make the drive less awkward. The first song that played was "You're Only Human" by Billy Joel, but you skipped it. Instead, you chose to let "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Gus Black play, and you set your phone in the cup holder.

When you finally arrive at the hospital, you disconnect your phone from Bluetooth, checking to see if anyone has texted you. “Dry as always,” you think to yourself, feeling kind of disappointed that Richie never texted you back. “He’s probably asleep.”

You get out of the car, turn on your phone flashlight, and sweep it around to check around you when hear any subtle sounds. On edge and worried that you might get jumped again, you finally reach the entrance. Taking a much-needed deep breath, you walk past the front desk towards Tara's room. “God, they need to revamp this place; it looks like shit, honestly,” you laugh to yourself as you knock on the door, waiting for Sam or Richie to answer.

“Oh hey,” Richie whispers, opening the door with a tired smile. “Hey, I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to crash here if that’s okay.” He nods, stepping back to let you walk past him. You look over at Sam and Tara who were asleep peacefully together "that's sweet" you thought before taking a seat next to Richie "Why are you still awake?"

You look at him, then back at Sam for a moment. "Same as you. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to finish Stab 2." You stifle a laugh. "It's on brand for what's going on." He smiles softly. "Again, I want to be prepared." You watch as he picks up his phone from the table next to him. "Which part are you on?" you ask absentmindedly, leaning into him to catch a glimpse of the scene playing on his phone. You feel his eyes on you as you try to remember which scene it was. "Oh! I remember now!" You turn to him, realizing how close your face is to his, causing your cheeks to flush slightly. You clear your throat, feeling frozen in place. "Now how could you make this less awkward Y/N?" You thought to yourself, "He's actually kind of cute from this angle." You tried to push the thought away, but with the small distance between you, it was difficult. He held your gaze without breaking eye contact until you heard someone move behind you quickly whip your head around and see Richie doing the same out of the corner of your eye. He puts down the phone and looks at Sam. "You okay?" You feel a twinge of jealousy as you watch Richie stand up to check on Sam, who has just jolted awake, likely from a nightmare. "Bad dream I thought you were going to the hotel." Richie glances back at you, then at his phone. "Stab is on Netflix; I got sucked in." Sam looks at him with a puzzled expression with a hint of irritation. "What? I want to be prepared," she said, rolling her eyes before turning her attention to you. "Why are you here?" You knew she didn’t mean it rudely, but it still felt that way. "I couldn't sleep, and I had to drop off the others. I thought that instead of locking myself in my bedroom, I could do something that wouldn’t make me want to chug bleach" You half-laugh because you were half-joking, but they didn’t need to know that. Richie seemed to catch on, looking at you with a confused yet concerned expression, while Sam just shook her head. "I gotta find a bathroom," she said. As Sam stood up, she asked if you could come with her for "safety." You agreed, thinking it was a good idea. "I’ll be watching Netflix when you both come back," Richie said with a soft smile as you both exited the room.

"How’s your shoulder?" she looked at you then back down the hallway.

"It’s fine. I had to take some painkillers earlier; I’m just tired, that’s all."

“Tired” was an understatement—you felt beyond exhausted, but she didn’t need to know that, you thought.

"When did you get back? You could have woken me up instead of being stuck with Richie," she said with a gentle smile.

"Not long ago. I didn’t mind; he’s pretty quiet. He told me how you two met—it’s kind of cute, not gonna lie."

You felt your stomach turn at those words. You didn’t expect to feel jealous over a guy you had just met, especially one who already had a girlfriend standing right beside you. You weren't really the jealous type, especially when it came to Sam and the men she slept with or dated, but this time it felt different.

"He did?" Sam asked, looking at you with a confused yet satisfied demeanor, making you curl in on yourself a little. "Was she being defensive?" You could never really tell with her; your relationship was always on and off, but you never got close enough to determine whether she hated you or vice versa.

"I'm gonna go get a drink. Do you want anything?" she looked back at you stopping. You watched as she took her phone out of her pocket, undid her phone case, and pulled out a couple of dollars before putting it back on.

"No, thank you," smiling lightly. She then broke off toward the commons area, and you decided to head to the restroom to freshen up.

"God, get yourself together, Y/N." You looked at yourself in the mirror, seeing the same distorted face staring back at you. You felt awful, and your shoulder was hurting like crazy. You had lied to Sam about taking the painkillers because you had accidentally left them at home. But she had much more to worry about than your irresponsibility. You turn on the cold water, splashing your face in hopes that it will make you feel at least a little more alive than you do at this moment. After turning off the water, you walk to the bathroom door, unsure of whether to go back out. You felt like you needed a moment to collect yourself. As you walk to the wall, you slowly turn your back to it and slide down to sit on the floor. Taking a deep breath, you tell yourself, "It's going to be okay, Y/N." You try to give yourself a pep talk, but it doesn’t help. Every corner you turn felt like a death sentence, but you had to keep going—for Tara and for the others who are counting on you to keep your shit together. As you stood up, you heard a commotion coming from outside the door, "What the hell?" Your heart sank a little as the noises grew louder. Opening the door felt like a death wish, but you couldn't stop yourself from taking the handle and pushing it open. To your horror, you saw Sam fighting for her life as the same guy that attacked you in the Ghost Face mask chased her trying to slash her face open with a hunting knife Sam tried to run past him, but he swung and landed a punch right in her face, knocking her down. He then grabbed the knife that was stuck in the bathroom door. Before he took off, he caught a glimpse of you; you froze in horror as you locked eyes with him. The gaze felt familiar, but you didn’t have time to think before he turned to swing at Sam again. She kicked him in the leg, causing his knee to buckle. Sam seized the opportunity, and you both took off running toward the nurses' station. "Help! He's trying to kill me!" As you stopped running to catch your breath, your shoulder felt like molten lava. "God, I need to stop getting myself stuck in the middle of this bullshit." Just as you paused, you saw Sam collide with Deputy Vinson, who was already rushing over to see what the screaming was about. "What's going on?" Sam gasped, clearly winded from the impact. "A man in the commons just tried to kill me! Call the cops!"

Everything after that was a blur. You couldn't focus on anything except your shoulder and what had just happened. All you remembered was Richie asking, "What the hell just happened?" and Sheriff Judy questioning you about why you were in the next room when it all occurred. You were practically shaking like a leaf, trying to gather your bearings, but nothing seemed to help. As you and Sam got ushered into Mrs. Hicks police vehicle you watched as Richie followed close behind getting into his car and trailing behind us the whole way to the police station where you were both told you needed to give a statement about everything. You closed your eyes hoping to calm yourself down at least a little before you completely lost it.

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You’re sunbathing in the park, headphones on, singing Sex on Fire loudly. The sun feels perfect after a night with Hale, and you sing along with a satisfied smile.

Deputy Hale’s patrol car cruises by, his eyes lingering on you despite his duty. You catch his hungry gaze and shout, “Eyes on the road, Officer!”

He parks and steps out, smirking. “Hard to focus when you’re this distracting. Last night was incredible, by the way.”

“Yeah,” you reply, getting back on your feet. “It really was.”

He leans in, and you share a quick, secret kiss. “I love you,” he murmurs.

You smile, eyes locking. “I love you too.”

The radio crackles urgently. “Assistance needed at 4567 Redwood Street. Disturbance. Suspect is intoxicated.”

Hale looks into your eyes, his voice gentle. “Duty calls.”

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Stiles finds himself on the doorstep to his home in Beacon Hills, not remembering how he got here or why he’s barefoot. As it turns out, he was abducted a couple of weeks earlier from a college party and bears the same marks on his body as victims of a serial killer his dad just can’t seem to get a hold of. So there he is, with no memories of what happened, the last couple of weeks like a blank line in his mind and knowing all too well that he’s the best shot they have at catching this guy. As a key witness and in acute, assumed danger, he finds himself under surveillance 24/7 and more often than not, his dad’s best Deputy: Derek Hale, is sitting at his kitchen table.

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BITTERLY, JOSEPHINE SHOUPE ━━━ JJ Maybank.

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PAIRING, JJ Maybank x Josephine "Josie" Shoupe (OC)

CHAPTER SUMMARY, Feeling lonely at a kegger, Josephine indulges into one of her worst habits but luckily for her, someone is always there to pick up the pieces in the morning.

WARNINGS, Some heavy drug abuse, allusions to sex and some hints at suicide ideation

Josephine Shoupe was no stranger to death and destruction. It was the thing that made her sleep at night, the song of death lulled her to sleep as the high of the pills soothed the everlasting low of her thoughts. She buried herself in day-long parties with meaningless hookups and drugs she didn't even know the name of, wrapped herself in a blanket of blissful ignorance and died every night all over again on the floor of her room, still dressed in tull and silk, skin sweaty and vomit in her hair—In an odd way, this is where she felt safest. With the lights dimmed and her rawest self for anyone, who was brave enough to tear down the walls that caged her heart and memories and tears, out on display.

The drugs were her asylum, her ivory tower. They were her lighthouse, the same way JJ Maybank was her siren.

JJ sang his siren-song, as he stumbled into history class, fashionably late, smelling off of weed and the sea with a laugh and the deathly call for an adventure and safety. That was, to Josephine Shoupe, what described JJ Maybank best—He was her safety line and her destruction all in one.

He was the one who did not tear down her walls, but climbed them up—He was the one who held her while she wept and watched her as she roared. And perhaps that was what made him seem so dangerous to her: He saw her at her lowest and did not leave, offered her safety at a point where everyone else abandoned her to fend herself, but to Josie that was not protection; that was a danger.

To be vulnerable to someone was not being strong, it was being weak. To kiss JJ Maybank under a lonesome star was not love, it was her slaughter house.

Josie's father—the great sheriff Victor Shoupe—had always tried to warn her, to keep her away from the scary, scary Pogue boys like JJ Maybank and John B Routledge but with one leg in the Pogue life and one leg in the Kook life Josie was confident she had chosen her family just right in the Pogues. Besides, when had Josie ever listened to her father.

JJ's heart was in the right place, Josie was sure, as was hers. They were two kids, left behind by the world—abandoned, neglected, you name it, they did not know what it was to be truly loved but they did their best. They had each other and if that was not enough, what could be?

"Are you okay?", a familiar voice broke her out of her thoughts, John B pushing a dripping beer right into her face.

Josie turned to face him with a crooked smile, taking the can with a feigned sigh, "Of course I am."

"Now, now, now", John B chastised, pushing her softly so he could sit next to her, "I got you the last cold beer so you better talk or I'm gonna take it back and drink it all on my own."

If there was one person Josie would trust with her life it was John B Routledge. He had been the first person to ever offer Josephine tenderness after her mother had left her all those years ago—He had been the one to save her life in more ways that he knew, the one who had showed up at her house just moments before she was about to end it all because he had a feeling she needed him. John B Routledge, and Josie was convinced of that, was her soulmate and still she felt like she could not talk to him about everything that happened.

Over the past months—ever since shit hit the fan—she had pushed her friends, especially the two J's of the group further and further away from her. In a way it felt solacing to know that she was protecting them from the horror that was her head, still sometimes she longed for just an ounce of comfort. That was typically when her head was up in the clouds and JJ Maybank came into the picture like something brough him to her whenever she needed him.

Josie sighed once again, leaning her head against John B's shoulder, "Seriously, B, I'm okay. Just very tired, dad was screaming at me the entire night."

It was no secret around the island that Victor and Josephine Shoupe did not get along—They used to, years and years ago when Josie was still a little girl with toothy grin and pigtails and Miranda Shoupe was more than just a vague memory of a woman leaving. Now they could not be more different. Josephine sometimes wondered where exactly they went wrong—if she had lost her father the same day her mother had turned her back on them or if her father had lost her the day John B Routledge and JJ Maybank had tripped their way straight into her life and heart. No matter when, no matter if it was a slow process or happened over night, it was too late to turn back now. Screaming matches, threats and lies that could not be taken back had brough them further away from each other until the only thing that connected to them was blood and the same last name.

"Why? What is he mad about now?", John B scoffed, raising one eyebrow in anticipation.

Josie shrugged, "I think it was because someone—and I'm not gonna say that it was JJ but it sure as hell sounds like JJ, made fun of him at work yesterday."

John B chuckled slightly, glancing over to where JJ was actively flirting with a touron that had gotten lost at their kegger, "That sure sounds like him."

"You know," John B continued, putting one arm around her shoulder, "I'm always here for you, right? You can always come to the Chateau if the big sheriff gets a bit too much to deal with." Or your head, he wanted to say but found his throat closing up on him. He had already lost his father, he couldn't bear to even imagine losing his little sister too—so instead he ignored the obvious and pretended like she was still little, old Josephine Shoupe.

"I love you," she muttered in response, laughing as she spotted John B's flirt of the night heading their way, obviously intoxicated, "Now get your girl for the night before she has my head for flirting with her man.", she chuckled, slightly nudging him in the direction of the touron.

John B groaned but stood up nevertheless, squeezing her shoulder one last time. Josie watched with a sense of grief as John B took the girl by the arm, JJ snogged with his touron for the evening and Kie and Pope were both deep in conversation with their own people. Josie pushed one of her hands into the pocket of her pants with a sigh—like muscle memory she fished for the little plastic bags with pills, all fresh and new from the morning. Pushing them into the palm of her hand with delicate fingers, carefully weighing them in.

That morning when she had knocked at Miles's door—the only one brave enough to sell drugs to the sheriff's daughter—his immediate reaction was to frown, You know satisfied customer, good customer but this is the fifth time this week that you're here, Jojo, you sure you're okay? he had asked, one eyebrow raised in true Miles March style.

Josie had met Miles about a year ago, three months before John B's dad had went missing and things officially went to shit. Over the twelve months the two had spend a lot of time together, getting high, cuddling, caring for each other—still, Josie had made it a great deal to keep him as far away from her friends as possible.

Of course I am, she had replied, the words rolling off her tongue easily but Miles didn't seem convinced, I've seen you high off your ass, Jojo, you are not okay and if this is getting out of hand, I am going to pay your friends a visit from one concerned friend. To see him so worked up over a issue that was soley hers felt almost menacing, like he was intruding into a life that was not his to invade but Josie knew he meant no harm, if anything he was looking out for someone along the lines of a friend—she kept persistent still and left immediately after she got the little plastic bag.

Josephine Shoupe, and she knew that much, was not one to get good grades, go to bed at ten and stay clean. She liked to believe she was—She liked to believe she was some kind of heaven sent angel who could do no wrong if only just to please her father but the Josie she had grown to be was far off from that—and so she caved in and knocked four pills at once back.

The hours after that went by in a blur and by the time Josie came to her senses, she was tangled up in her bedsheets at her home, sweaty body sticking to a naked sleeping Pogue, she recognised from school. Josie groaned as the full force of last night hit her like a brick, her head pounding and bile rising in her throat, "Oh fuck"

The Pogue—Amanda Witich, the Cut's newest edition—woke up with a groan, "What time is it?", she rasped, opening one eye to look at Josie.

     "Almost noon", Josie muttered. She was vaguely aware of her father's footsteps walking down the hall, humming some country song that she never heard before—It was his day off, his first in many, many weeks and Josie felt her stomach churned at the mere idea of spending the entire day in the same house as him.

Amanda hummed in response and sat up, awkwardly searching the room for her clothes, "I'll think I'll head out then. Can I leave through the front door or should I use the easy way out?", she asked, tilting her head towards the open window.

Josie thought about it for a moment, groaning as her headache only got more prominent. Her father was usually gone or fast asleep during moments like this but then, he was no idiot and probably very aware of what his daughter was up to every night, "Just use the front door, I don't give a fuck.", she muttered exhausted. Her head hit the pillow again and she turned away from Amanda, eyes already closed again and half asleep. She didn't care, truly, she wasn't meant for long term relationships anyway. She fell asleep before Amanda had even left.

When Josie woke up next the sun was long gone, there was a persistent knock on her door and a warm body cuddled against her—Josie didn't need to turn around to know it was JJ. His touch always felt different, their bodies melting against each other like being close was the only thing that made sense to them.

     "Josephine", her father's voice came through the door as he fumbled with the handle. He opened the door slightly, just enough for his voice to travel clearly through and to flood the corner of her room with the bright light coming from the hallway, "If you're home, the station called, they need me. I'm leaving now. There's some left over lasagna in the fridge if you're hungry.", he waited for a moment but Josie stayed silent and so with a last frustrated sigh he closed the door again, his footsteps quickly leaving.

Josie could feel the familiar tug at her heart whenever her father spoke to her but before she could let herself break, JJ had already pulled her even further against him, pressing a tender kiss to her head, "Sleep.", he whispered.

Her heart softened ever so slightly at his tired voice. JJ's here, she reminded herself, He'll keep the bad thoughts away. But could he really?