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Good Cop, Bad Cop VIII

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Yandere Tom Ludlow x Reader

Warning: Misuse of police authority

GIF is not mine, credit to the owner of the GIF

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By the time you reach your apartment, you are sobered up—all the mirth gone from your mind as confusion and annoyance take over. Officer Ludlow has been silent throughout the ride, but you can feel his waning temper. He has no right to. You should be annoyed. This man ruined your night.

“Do you understand the danger that lurks—”

“I am not a child, officer, I understand the consequences of the decisions I make.”

“No, you don’t. You could have a whole cartel after you just because they think you are a witness. You would be one of their kills in no time with the way you navigate your life.”

“Excuse me?” Your annoyance only grows.

“You are careless. What did I say about updating me if you are staying out late?”

“I—” You stop to collect yourself before you feel your voice raising “That slipped my mind, and I am sorry for that, but this does not mean that you can pull us over like this and ruin my night with my friends.”

“That friend of yours was drunk driving. If anything, I did her a favour by not writing a ticket and I did you a favour by getting you out of there.”

“Why do you care?” 

The way his eyes narrows tells you that he is pissed.

“If I were you, I would watch my tone.”

If you were completely sober, you might have watched your tone. But you are angry and the alcohol has you slightly pumped up.

“If I were you, I would know when to leave someone alone.”

You can see the way his jaws clench, and you regret your tone immediately. This man believed you when he could have thrown you behind the bar easily. You can be a little more patient with him.

“I’m sorry. I did not mean to be rude. Thank you for looking out for me. But I was about to finally get some break after weeks of running from work to the police station. And I know that you are doing your duty, and I sound insolent, probably but I needed a night out with my friends, like a normal person.”

Wow, you can hear how lame this sounds. It sounded way more diplomatic and less stupid in your head.

“I know, it has been a lot, but I worry about you. You have no idea how nasty the city can be, how unsafe it is for a girl like you.”

“A girl like me?” You narrow your eyes, your annoyance returning “You think I’m stupid?”

Yes.

Your mind already makes up the answer, even though Tom shakes his head.

“A bit oblivious.”

“That’s a tame way of saying ‘stupid’.”

“(Y/N), you are not stupid, okay? You are new in the city and young.”

You hear the silent ‘stupid’ but say nothing this time. 

“I am tired, Officer.” You need a good night’s rest after it is ruined.

Tom nods before you hear a click “Lock the doors, good night.” 

You can only nod, brimming with exhaustion and annoyance, before stepping out of his car and walking into your apartment building.

Maybe it is the alcohol, or perhaps the annoyance but it never crosses your mind that a click might have been child-lock.

—----

The next day, you visit Lenna, there is so much to talk about and you can at least enjoy your weekend with your friends. 

“You know, this is not normal?” Lenna says, sipping her coffee.

You both sit on her bed as you discuss all that has transpired after your unfortunate encounter at the restaurant. 

“Like?”

“(Y/N) I think something is fishy about this guy—this police detective. He’s intruding into your life. Why should you update him about your whereabouts all the time? And the tracker app? You sure there are men after you?”

“Why would he cook this up?”

“I don’t know, I’m not sure. I mean, LA is not the safest but, I think he’s exaggerating. What if no one from the cartel saw you at all? Maybe they know that you did not see anyone. Have you spoken to any other officer there?”

You shake your head, questioning everything.

“Why don’t you just try having some distance?  You know? Just see yourself. Are you really as deep in as he claims? What if…I don’t know, but you shouldn’t trust someone blindly just because he’s in uniform.”

“Yes.” You nod, this makes sense. Why didn’t you speak to her before? “You’re right...I have been living in fear. What if… what if there’s nothing to fear?”

“See? That is what I was saying.”

You nod and smile, taking a sip from your mug, and mulling over the situation with a fresh perspective.

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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.

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Good Cop, Bad Cop IV

Masterlist

Part 1 Part2 Part 3

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.

Unedited.

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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