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[fernpetals]

Good Cop, Bad Cop IV

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Yandere Tom Ludlow x Reader

Warning: Talks of crime, power imbalance, implied brutal crimes

Written in a brain rot rush so, unedited. GIF is not mine, credit to the owner.

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You sigh looking at the text message. 

How many times do they need your statement recorded? How many stupid forms are you to fill? Nobody likes to hang out in the police station after work. 

You just had to go into that shop of all the other twinkling shops. 

It's the fifth time this month that you have received the text. Officer Thomas Ludlow seems like a thorough man. Maybe this time, you can request him to speed things up. 

—---

Easier said than done.

“What do you mean by ‘speed things up’?” Officer Ludlow crosses his arms in front of his chest, and you can’t help but notice that they are thick. He is a tall, brooding man as far as you can tell.

“I mean, is there a way that I don’t have to come here every other day?” You keep your voice steady under his glare.

“Do you realise that you could have been a prime suspect in this case, Miss…”

Oh, come on, he still doesn’t know your name after so long?

“(Y/N) (L/N)”

“Miss (L/N)” He repeats.

“Sir I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. You have my records.”

“An unfortunate coincidence, sure. But had it been a rookie, they would have handcuffed you for being there.”

Your gaze drops for a moment, the scenario itself makes you feel uneasy. 

“I am grateful to you. You believed me.”

“I believed my instincts. But the law needs physical evidence. So do yourself a favour and do not miss a single day. You want to speed things up? Why not waste more time and fill out the form? Write details about your day. Here.” 

He takes a form and gestures to the seat at an arm’s length away. It has become your usual place. This time, you do not argue.

This time, it takes you much longer. By the end of it, you are exhausted and you know you are going to reach home late. 

“Wait.” Officer Ludlow speaks up once you are ready to leave.

Now what?

“It’s late and the number of times you have visited the police station, I’m afraid it might have caught the attention of actual culprits. It’s getting late, I will drop you home.”

“Uh, you don't need to, it’s not that late.” You are surprised by his generous offer. He is clearly busy, he does not need to take this responsibility.

“How long have you been in LA, again?” He questions, assessing you in a quick glance before fishing out his car keys.

“Four months.”

He responds with a faint smile that seems partly a scoff and partly condescending.

“Here’s a thing about LA, it is not a safe playground. It is no playground at all, it is a six-way road with speeding trucks that will not even stop after hitting you. It is not a safe place to be, especially if you are involved in a police trap laid out to catch dangerous criminals.”

You watch, absorbing his words. When you don’t move, he turns around “I don’t have all day.”

That gets you going.

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[fernpetals]

Good Cop, Bad Cop V

Masterlist

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Yandere Tom Ludlow x Reader

Warning: Power imbalance, mention brutal crimes and crimes against women

GIF is not mine, credit to the @scarlettspectra.

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Before you know it, this becomes a routine. Every other week, when you have to report to the police station and end up being late, he drops you home. At this point, you can bet that you will recognise his charger anywhere.

Your steps cease when you spot the vehicle outside your workplace. You don't know why, but you take a few steps back before turning around and walking back into your office. You know that he means well, just doing his jb, but you find him a bit…intense. His gaze is enough to reduce you into a fumbling mess.

Taking out your phone, you check for any message in case you have missed it. There is none. What is he doing here?

Okay, you have not done anything wrong, it’s a new city and the cops are simply being extra careful maybe? You can show him your phone in case of any misunderstanding. You assure yourself as you take a deep breath to collect yourself before walking out.

A part of you hopes that it isn’t his car. A lot of people own a charger and maybe you are…

All hopes are dashed as soon as the car door opens and Officer Thomas Ludlow gets out. Outside the station, with the wind ruffling his hair, he appears slightly boyish, a smile might look lovely on him. Too bad, you know him as a grump.

“I received no texts.” You bite your tongue as soon as you finish that hurried explanation.

You almost see something akin to mirth dancing in his brown eyes.

“Because none was sent. Get in the car, we’ll talk on your way home.”

“Oh. it’s not that late.” 

“I can see that. This is important.” He says, rounding up and walking towards you, on reflex, you take a step back.

It’s like something in you just fails to settle down in his presence. To your surprise, he opens the car door for you.

“Please.”

You feel stupid. He is a police officer who has been nothing but kind to you, maybe not the most polite, but good, in his own way.

“Thank you.” is all you can manage before getting inside his car.

—--

“You might want to be extra cautious.” He speaks up while driving through the busy LA roads.

“Why?”

“We keep an eye on them, they keep an eye on us and you have become a common link. First in the restaurant, now visiting the police station every now and then. If anything, it confirms that one of them had been at least near that place.”

“You mean they fled when you all surrounded me?”

He hums before stopping near a food truck.

“I’m hungry, have you eaten yet?”

You find yourself taco in in his car. He has already packed some for dinner, and by the number, maybe even breakfast.

“You must be a busy man, I mean, the job is demanding.”

Officer Ludlow glances at the packed meal and nods “I barely have the motivation to cook for myself. Besides, it’s quicker that way.”

Oh, you thought him to be married. But he does not seem so.

“You have my number?”

“No?”

“Save it in your emergency contact, I suggest you get yourself a good security system and if anything. I mean anything feels odd, you let me know.”

“I–I don’t think I am of any use to them.”

“You are a woman.”

Annoyance flares within you as you fix him with a hardened stare “So?”

“I’m sorry, I did not mean it that way.”

An apology that sounds genuine and a softened gaze? That soothes you, surely, but you remain annoyed.

“What do you mean then, Sir?”

For a moment, you think you catch something dark flash in his eyes but it’s gone with a faint gulp.

“I mean, they are monsters and women are the usual victims, and targets even—they don’t need a reason, or even animosity, the fact that you are a woman is enough. These people have the record of doing unspeakable things, to men, to women, to little girls and boys.”

That does make sense. In the underworld, there is not a being more exploited than the female perhaps. 

“So, if you have a gun, good, if you don’t, get one. Keep your location on all the time and if anything goes wrong, what do you do?”

“Call 911.”

He lets out a sharp, short sigh at your response.

“Call me, that’s why I am suggesting you save my number on the emergency contact list.”

You nod, the gravity of the situation finally dawns upon you, seems like the casual decision to enter that restaurant has cost you much more than you had thought.

Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?

*****

Thanks to @scarlettspectra's brilliant analysis of Yandere Tom Ludlow, it has been the fuel I needed.