#leroy is staying home and so should you

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

Agent Rushmore (CH 5)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 1685

Warning: Mild language, violence, gore, guns, fluff, smut, angst, PTSD, graphic scenes…

Prompt: Special Agent Locklyn Rushmore, a highly trained Russian assassin who is skilled in all forms of hand-to-hand combat, weaponry, negotiating and more. When her cover is blown, she is returning back to NCIS headquarters in D.C…

Locklyn Rushmore's POV

I study the board that the team put together. I rip two posters down and continue studying the board. I take another down and look at the remaining seven.

"He was in a coma-induced state for months when the mole shown itself." Director Shepard says, taking down another picture.

I stifle a yawn, studying the last six. It was late. I wanted to wrap this case up and be able to be home. I feel a hand grab my arm and I grab their wrist, spinning as I grab the back of their shirt and body slam them. It was Logan who lets a breathy laugh out.

"And here I was thinking you needed protection." He teases.

"Logan! I'm sorry." I mumble, pulling him up.

"Don't apologize. I should know better than that. The Doc is wondering if you've taken your medicines." He says.

"No. I feel great." I say.

"Take your medicines. You'll heal faster." He says.

I ignore him, pulling another picture down. Until there were two. Abby walks in and I quirk a brow. She slowly walks to me with a pitiful look. She hands me a letter in an evidence bag.

Svetlana...whoever you are,

I gave you my heart, my love, my trust. Yet, you stabbed me in the back. Betrayal is something we take serious in this family. Which I'm sure your aware from your brief time with my family. I'll make you pay for what you did. You've torn my family apart. You've torn me apart. I loved you...I love you...I hate it. I hate you. I wanted to kill you to get it over with and never have to worry about you again...before you could reach your agency you work for. But, I want you to pay. I want you to suffer. And I'll do just that. With flesh. Like we do with all those who betray our family. But, while you seek protection inside that building, I'll hurt everyone you love until you come out. Turn yourself over and no one gets hurt.

With love,

Your fiancé Kenzo

I re-read it and then again as the color drains from my face. I needed to hit something or someone. I was angry, furious that he was bringing people I love into this. Gibbs snatched it out of my hand and I let a breath out.

"I have to go." I whisper.

"No! Your not going anywhere." Gibbs snaps.

"He will start hurting people I care about. I can't let that happen Gibbs. I wouldn't be able to live with myself." I snap.

"It's not the way we handle things around here." Tony says, shrugging.

I was quiet as they talked. I quietly walked around the room, trying to keep myself calm. I had a matter of days before they would act. This was a warning and they were giving me a chance to act upon it. I just wasn't quite sure how'd I slip away.

"Lock, your going to stay with Special Agent Gibbs. You'll be safe there." Director Shepard murmurs.

I run a hand through my red hair, looking away from her. This is my mess. I need to clean it up. They don't deserved to be dragged into this.

I sit down, trying to think of something to do. I couldn't let them fight in this. I knew how the Dixen family fought and they fought dirty. It's me they want and I know that if I turn myself over, they'll leave everyone I love and care about alone.

"I can tell by that look on your face that your trying to figure a way out to fight this alone. There is no way in hell we will let you fight this alone. We will figure it out. Until then, let's all go home and take a break. I can protect her myself. So Logan, tell your team to go home for the night and rest." Gibbs says.

"Be back by tomorrow though and you'll probably have to keep a closer eye on her because she'll probably try to take off on her own." Tony says and I roll my eyes.

"Earlier today, Tony, Tim, Ziva and I parked in the lab where Abby typically studies cars from cases so that you wouldn't be spotted seeming as they have eyes on the building at all times." Gibbs explains.

I nod, choosing to keep my silence. I was frustrated that I even took this case. I have no idea what I was thinking. I run a hand through my hair, wishing things could have gone differently.

Director Shepard puts a hand on my shoulder and I look up at her. She gives me a soft smile, nodding towards Gibbs who was waiting at the door. I nod, standing up and walking to where Gibbs stood.

He was silent, leading the way. I hated that I was the reason that they all had a target on their back. This mess is my fault.

"Stop blaming yourself." He mutters.

"And how do you know if I'm blaming myself?" I ask.

"I know that look. It's not your fault." He says.

"They are threatening to bring you all into this. I can't live with that Gibbs. Just let me turn myself over. It'll be easier that way." I say as the elevator doors clothes.

I tense as he smacks the emergency stop button before turning to me. I look up at him, trying to keep my composure strong.

"No. Because we are a team. And a family. Yes, you just got here and you haven't had a chance to experience how this team works, however I'm telling you. So, start taking notes. We don't handle things alone. We fight together." He says.

"But what if one of you get hurt?" I ask.

"We signed up for this job. We fight for each other. And sometimes...it ends with death. I've had agents take bullets for me. And I take bullets for them." He says.

"This is more than some stupid perp on the streets, Gibbs. This is a powerful mafia family." I say.

"I'm aware. And we will handle it—as a team. Understood?" He asks.

"Is this an order?" I ask.

"Yes. Your first order as one of my agents." He says.

"Okay...but if things go too far...I'm doing this my way." I say once he turned around.

He was about to hit the emergency stop button to start the elevator up, but he turns back towards me quickly. I found myself pressing myself as far back against the wall as I could as I look up at him. He was towering over me, impossibly close.

Our chests were pressed together and he caged me in with a hand on either side of my head. He leaned down, his face inches from mine.

"No. If you want to be apart of my team, you'll follow orders. Otherwise, I'll make sure you go through hell." He warns.

"Define hell for me Gibbs." I murmur.

"I won't let you leave my team. But, I'll put you though hell until you start acting a part of this team. Understood?" He asks.

My eyes flicker to his lips where I stare before I look back up into his piercing blue eyes. But, they were focused on my lips. My tongue pokes out, wetting my lips and I watch his eyes narrow as he watches it.

His eyes trail lower, staring at my chest and I found myself looking at his lips again. I look back up and his eyes slowly trail back to mine.

"A professional sort of hell or maybe one on a more personal level?" I ask, licking my lips again.

"Dammit Rushmore!" He grunts.

I feel his bulge grow harder against my leg. I grin up at him slyly.

"Would you like a little assistance?" I ask.

"Car. Now." He grunts, stumbling away from me.

I grin as the elevator lights flick on and the elevator starts to go down again. They open and he leads me towards a truck.

I climb in to find him looking at me. He grunts, unzipping his pants as he shoves them and his boxers down.

"Come on Rushmore." He growls.

I grin, sinking the floor before moving between his legs. He starts to drive, and I stroke him slowly before I hear an impatient grunt. I lean down, licking the tip to hear him let a soft sigh out.

I slowly take him in my mouth, looking up through my lashes to see him glancing down at me frequently. I move at a slow pace, sucking him occasionally, stroking the part I couldn't take in my mouth. I could tell he was getting impatient, so I sped up the pace slightly.

I feel his hand on my head before it grabs a fistful of my hair. He pushes my head down and I let a breath out through my nose as I focus on relaxing my throat. He groans and I hum. He twitches and move back, but didn't have much time to recover has he shoves my head back down.

He took control.

He guided my head at a fast pace, guiding me to take him deeper and deeper. I knew he was getting close by his grunts and groans.

"I'm going to come. Now's your chance to move." He grunts.

He moves his hand, but I move down, taking him in my mouth further. He groans, coming and I move back, swallowing. I look up at him and he glances down at me at a red light and chuckles.

"No more. I rather you save your energy for tonight Rushmore. The next time I come will be in you." He says.

My cheeks flush red, but nonetheless I manage a sly smile before slowly moving out of his way and climbing up into the passenger seat. At the next stop light, he fixes his boxers and pants before staring ahead. I found myself eager for what he had planned tonight.

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[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Season 2 Rewatch Drabbles--2x13 Tiny

Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my   rewatch of season 2 of Once Upon a Time as an attempt to finally jump   start the muse again.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a   “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.    Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an   emphasis on the very beginnings of Captain Swan’s epic love story, as   soon as a certain dashing pirate makes his appearance.  

Word Count: 448​​​

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (14) (15) (16) (17) (17.5) (18) (19) (20) (21-22) (22)

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Anton looked around at the happy, smiling faces all around him in the strange tavern they brought him to in this strange new world. Everyone from the proprietor, who everyone called Granny, to the dwarves to the pretty woman who claimed to be Emma Swan’s mother and her husband who wore James’s face, they all looked at him with bright eyes and expectation as they waited to hear what he had to say.

It was almost like….almost like they really wanted him around.

No one had ever wanted him around, not really.  He’d never fit in anywhere.  Not with his brothers, not with the humans who had lied to and betrayed him. Not with the witch who’d made him small and put him in a cage before bringing him here. He was nothing but a freak who had nowhere to belong.

But these people…they seemed different.  He’d swear they truly wanted to help him.

But James and Jack had said the same.  They’d lured him in, made him think they were his friends, made him think they truly liked him.

And then they betrayed him in the worst way, not only stealing from him but killing his entire family.  What if these people from Storybrooke were the same?

They’re not, the optimistic, trusting little voice in the back of his mind that all the heartbreak in the world couldn’t quite stamp out insisted.  You went on a rampage through their town, threatening them, destroying their property, threatening to kill them until you became small again. Even so, they all came together to save you when your life was in danger.

They’d offered him food, a place to stay.  He’d tried to object, telling them he didn’t fit in anywhere, but the smaller man, Leroy, wouldn't hear of it.

“You’re in the right place,” he’d said cheerfully, “Storybrooke’s got all kinds, dwarves, fairies, werewolves, you name it.”

Maybe….maybe he could fit in with these people.  Maybe they truly were what they said they were.

When they began talking about how they wished to return to their land but were content to make the best of their circumstances, he knew what he could do to repay their kindness.  If only he could trust them.  If only he could believe that they wouldn’t prove to be like James and Jack.

He hesitated for a moment but then made up his mind, choosing to take a leap of faith. He reached into his tunic and pulled out the vial Arlo entrusted to him.

“This stem’s from a beanstalk.  If I plant it, I should be able to grow some magic beans, and then you just might have a way to go home..”

NEXT CHAPTER -->

#once upon a time #once upon a time drabbles #rewatch drabbles #2x13 tiny #anton the giant #tiny #my fanfiction

[gryffindorhealer]

WIP tag

Thanks for the tag @takearisk-ao3 Y'all gotta keep tagging me in this kind of stuff cause it really lights a fire under my butt to write.

Rules:

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!) An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you’re looking forward to writing Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on! Then tag 10 writer friends!

Top 5 priorities for WIPs Well. Hmm. This may depend on the way one defines Work in Progress. Partly this is due to me not starting to post a fic (multichapter, specifically) until the first draft is done, and I'm done editing enough chapters to stay ahead of the curve. I made this decision some time back; far too much time for my taste elapsed between Proposals Chapter 1 and Chapter 2.

That said, the work I'm currently posting is Mystic Dream. I posted Chapter 15 yesterday (1 March), and this is a bit past the numerical halfway point. It's a crossover: Ginny and Harry Potter are on a quiet bus-man's holiday with the boys off to Hogwarts and their daughter staying with her grandparents. She's interviewing American magical athletes for a book she's working on, he's attending an International Law Enforcement conference (with a magical, secret track). What could go wrong? Obviously, something, and since there's a dead American sailor involved, so is Special Agent In Charge Leroy Jethro Gibbs of NCIS. The question is, post a snippet, or a link, or both? It's a WiP in this sense; it's finished (or mostly, minor edits may or might not be happening), and I'm posting one chapter a week.

Snippet, I think. After all, I linked to the fic in the Posting Friday post. In this chapter, they are at a formal dinner-dancing event, and Harry's just asked Ginny how she likes her dinner selection:

She shrugged, ‘It’s good. Not sure Mum would approve of it, but then she doesn’t cook many Italian dishes.’ She winked at him. ‘Doesn’t match your lasagna.’

‘Mr. Potter cooks?’ Bishop blanched slightly at the surprise in her voice, particularly when Patil, Mags, and Gary all exclaimed.

‘His breakfasts are to die for,’ Mags exclaimed, curved fingers touching her lips in a chef’s kiss.

‘He’s surprisingly good at barbecue as well,’ added Patil. Gary chuckled at the expression on Bishop’s face.

‘I can make a passable meal, but Harry’s the cook in our family. You should hear our children complain when he’s home but I make dinner,’ Ginny laughed. Bishop looked at Harry, who shrugged.

‘Benefit of a misspent youth, I suppose,’ he said, grinning, then attacked his steak and kidney pie.

Now, for other priorities, if you call plotting and researching (plus all the other bits and pieces involved in writing) as Work in Progress, I've got three others I'm working on.

Skyclad: I hinted at this one in a later chapter of Dreaming a Life, when Luna visits the Potters at their home in Wales. Luna and Rolf decided it's finally time (what with twins and all) to formally declare their relationship. And, Luna being Luna, it's happening on actual Midsommer's Day, in a very traditional ceremony, that requires a very specific dress code. Or, would it be more accurate to say, undress code…

It's mostly notes so far. Here's a paragraph that is written:

If someone flying a small, private airplane at no great altitude along the western shoreline of Cymyran Bay, even being attentive to their surroundings so as not to collide with either other airplanes or birds, they might well see a small family step out of their brick cottage. They might see a very pretty woman walking with a toddler, both of them with fiery red hair that rivaled the lowering sun. Behind her might be walking a russet-haired boy, waving some toy (possibly a spaceship?) through the air as he walked. And not far behind them, a handsome man with another, younger boy, both of them with a shock of messy raven-black hair. All of them appeared to be wearing dressing gowns. This might bring the pilot of this airplane to presume the smaller building they walked towards, which resembled some far-eastern house or pavilion, to be a bath house.

A Scene I'm looking forward to writing for this one:

Well, I don't want to spoiler too much. There are two. The scene when Harry discovers exactly what the dress code is. And the scene after the ceremony, when Ginny gets to point out to him that yes, once again, she's right.

The next one is Loving Vigil:

Still quite newlyweds, Ginny's busy with the Harpies and Harry's on limited duty after a run-in on a mission with Kedavra Hornets. So he's charged by both Gawain Robards Head Auror, and Kingsley Shacklebolt Minister of Magic, to oversee the training of a new Corps for the Aurors. Field Healer Corps. He doesn't need to teach the Healing parts, because Minister Shacklebolt arranged for an expert in that to help, Gary Gillies, RCMP (Royal Canadian Magical Police) Field Healer. Here's the start:

In a world known for people accepting some rather outlandish clothing, he stood out like a sore thumb.

He strode out of the floo absolutely unphased by the spinning effects of the travel, the heels of the knee-high brown boots (so highly polished they reflected the aged oak floor of the Ministry Atrium) tapping a drum-like cadence as he marched towards the Security Check-in, silver un-rowled spurs flashing in the morning light. Midnight blue breeches flared wide above those boots, a yellow stripe running up the outside of both legs. His scarlet red serge tunic robe caught a number of eyes, all shiny brass buttons and gold badges at the corners of the high collar. Only a few individuals spotted the badges on both epaulettes; a crown over a caduceus. He nodded a friendly greeting to those that caught his eyes, even with his quite businesslike demeanor.

There are a few scenes in this one I'm looking forward to writing, including when Harry brings his new associate and his partner/wife along to Ginny's first birthday party after they've tied the knot.

Third,

Kreacher: He's one of my favorite characters, one that truly does have a redemption arc in canon. When Harry promises to do what Kreacher could not and complete his beloved Master Regulus' last order to destroy the Evil Locket, when he gifts Kreacher the decoy locket, Kreacher finds he can truly respect this new Master. What Kreacher never expected (since the need never arose in his long lifetime in service to the House of Black), is his Master ordering Kreacher to teach Master about the ins and outs of Magical Society that Hogwarts doesn't teach. It's a difficult assignment, someone has to do it, and Kreacher's been ordered to do so.

I'm still outlining the Professor Kreacher stories, but you can see Kreacher featuring in six of my stories, stipulating that one of those is a crossover AU. This still means in five of them, this lovable curmudgeon plays some part in moving things along. In Eloped - Sort Of I wrote his first appearance, and hinted at much more to come.

Kreacher looked around as the Colours in the walls began to glow a tad brighter. “Seven generations of the House of Black Kreacher served, and now the first of Potter-Black.” Stretching a bit to ease the aches in his joints, brought on no doubt by the day of rain, the thought that with a bit of luck he would see the next generation arrive for him to serve warmed his bones. He resumed his walk to his room, looking at the portraits with which Master Harry had replaced the heads of the previous House Elves of the House of Black. He nodded to himself, pleased that Master found a means to honor the service of Kreacher's predecessors. It seemed odd, perhaps, that Master did not like being called that, but Sir sufficed to show proper respect for the Head of House. “Kreacher has served the Dead long enough. It feels good to serve Life again.”

Scene I'm looking forward to writing? Kreacher's reaction when ordered by Harry to teach him. There's just so much opportunity for a House Elf to dread needing to correct, and therefore offend his Master of the House.

Sorry, no poll. I'm not particularly enamored of them.

Tags: Right, here are some (maybe not the required number) @ginnyw-potter (because you tagged me too), @takearisk-ao3 @whinlatter @johnmchacker @nuninho2000 @rmwb-fanfics

#wip asks #ask game #writing

[fumikomiyasaki]

[ 📲 sms: ]  i'm so incredibly lucky to know you. (Leroy and Ismene- maybe after she gave the medicine to his mother)

[ 📲 sms: ]  i can't sleep. i blame you. Geoffrey and Julian

[ 📲 sms: ]  i'm so incredibly lucky to know you. (Any of our ships-)

You got a message

A sigh of relief left his lips as he finished the call... he was at his former home, taking care of it while his mother was in the hospital... but the medicine worked on her with great effect and she can leave it already tomorrow... as he checked his phone he saw a message of Ismene plop up.

Ismene: Did it work? Leroy: I really can't thank you enough. I'm so incredibly lucky to know you. The doctor said if she takes the medicine regularly.... her life can finally be normal again... Ismene: Thats great. I am so happy for you.

He had a tear prick his eye as he responded to her... its been that long where he was uncertain if his mother would make it and now there might be a future where she would witness him grow.

Ismene: Actually Leroy... about your father? Leroy: Don't worry... I won't be reckless anymore... I have finally reason to ignore his existance... actually after I am done tomorrow with tending to mom, how about you stop by? I would love to introduce you to her.... as well as show you where I grew up. Ismene: Castiel wanted me to get something for him but after.. I would be free. Leroy: Great, love ya.

He leaned back against the kitchen counter... finally things were more hopefull... he whiped some sweat off his cheeks, noticing the make up he wore before get off...

"Maybe I should just be more myself tomorrow... its finally time to accept myself who I am and as mom wanted to be proud of me."

Julian went back to his room after all was done, but before he put a nightwear on to sleep, he was having his fun doing a more teasing shirtless picture and sending it to Geoffrey just to get a reaction out of him. Eventually he got an answer.

Geoffrey: Must you bother me this late at night. Julian: I can't sleep. I blame you. After all its more fun the times I slept in your bed really.😏 Geoffrey: Just stop sending me pictures like this. Julian: I needed to make my argument clear on what you are missing, Boss~

Julian chuckled... he really wished he could see his face right now.

Geoffrey: Go to sleep, Julian... you have a lot of work tomorrow Julian: Not even a good night kiss... you really want to make me suffer, Boss.I will still be thinking of you in my dreams. <3

With a satisfied smile the demon layed to rest... untill he heard a sudden noise at his door and opened it.

"I will give you an hour... and then you will go to sleep."

"As you demand, boss~"

He sat down in a corner of the school... sighing as he texted a little.

Kumo: Dawn? Do you believe in something like... staying together forever? Miriam: I kinda hope its a true thing cause... the thought of it is quite sweet. Kumo: I... want to give you something tomorrow... something so I can promise no matter what... I will always come back to see you. Miriam: Kumo... Kumo: I'm so incredibly lucky to know you. And...I don't want to lose you like I did my friends so... I want to at least feel like I have this certainty Miriam: Then I will promise it back to you as well.💜

He showed a rare small smile looking at her answer. Maybe there was something like a string of fate he could bind to connect them together... he could at least try.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #leroy violet #leroy x ismene #julian richter #julian x geoffrey #kumo starwing #kumo x miriam

[sidehugsnsideblogs]

FCSU#85 Restructuring

Happy New Year everybody! I finished my practicum project so now I can get back to simming. I’m 75% done my program and I could not be happier! Anyway, without further ado, the story continues...

Another faithful viewer of Higher Prospects was LeRoyce Culton. He claimed to watch so he could “be aware of the actions of our enemies” but in reality he hate-watched each episode pointing out differences between Elden’s group and his. “See? Mother Rachel, a sin! Such vile apostates!” He’d shout to his disinterested mother. The family was still separated but the time would soon be upon them. 

Royce had decreed that his young successor could now take a wife, though this kindness was not extended to any other men remaining in the FCSU. Some of the girls were on the cusp of teenhood, marking them as suitable for marriage by FCSU standards. The only problem was that they were all Cultons. “Mother Rachel, the time has come for me to take a wife!” He said plainly at one of the meetings. “Really, who?” She asked, concerned. Maybe he’d swayed a girl to come back from Elden’s church? 

“One of the girls, I shall move them into one home and select the sweetest, most obedient one.” Rachel bit down on her tongue. “LeRoyce, that is not a good idea. Those girls are your own brother’s daughters.” “Our people have married uncle to niece for generations. There are only a handful of surnames in the church anyway.” “Maybe you should take a wife from Elden’s church, that would make more of a statement?” Said Rachel, starting to sound desperate.

“Leave us alone, please.” Said Rachel, dismissing Lee and Roy. They stood up and marched outside almost robotically. Rachel drew a deep breath. “You cannot marry any of the girls in this church, they are too closely related to you!” “They are my nieces!” LeRoyce began to raise his voice. “THEY ARE YOUR SISTERS!” exclaimed Rachel, her face red with anger and embarrassment.   

By this point Rachel was shaking, she sat back down as did LeRoyce, his eyes burning with rage. “Is this an admission of adultery?” He spoke quietly. Rachel bowed her head. “No. It was for Leroy...when I was young Royce told me that to administer comfort to him was to administer strength to his father. Everything I did I did for the Prophet, for my husband.” She wept, her deepest secret released. 

There had been a rumor since the raid the LeRoyce was the child of Royce and not his father Leroy. Actually, DNA evidence collected during the raid confirmed this to townies but the FCSU members had chosen not to believe it. “Alright,” LeRoyce said calmly as he rose to his feet. “Rachel Prichard Culton, you have violated the sacred covenant of marriage and will pay dearly in this life and the next. You will stay here in repentance until summoned.” And with that he was gone. Rachel broke down, the life she had spent decades building, gone in an instant.

LeRoyce summoned the girls from all their safe houses and moved them into a cabin on a small island. The Mothers were simply told to pray and make themselves pure and if they became worthy enough, they would be reunited with their daughters. He came to each house to collect the girls himself, carefully observing their reactions as he pulled them away from the women who’d raised them for years.

All the wives were clearly worried about leaving the young girls alone with LeRoyce, all except Mother Maggie, who remained detached as usual. None of the girls were hers anyway. Emma was disciplined in her response; the sooner she proved herself worthy, the sooner she’d be reunited with her daughters. Evangeline tried to remain stoic but her eyes betrayed her and tears slid down her cheeks.

And then there was Farrah. When LeRoyce arrived at the Swamp House she greeted him properly but stood protectively in front of the children. She had been assigned some of the youngest in the group, after all. Her hesitance did not escape LeRoyce’s notice. “I have come to collect what’s mine-my pure, true followers.” He stated with a slimy edge to his voice. Farrah started hard at her sister’s son, a boy she’d done her absolute best to spoil as a child. All that special treatment must have gone to his head, she thought.

“Is there a problem here?” A voice boomed out behind them, snapping both LeRoyce and Farrah from the their staring contest. Jacob, the Farmer from next door was standing only a few feet away. “Do you need me to call the police?” He asked, his eyes fixed on this lanky stranger. LeRoyce sniffed “No need, I was just checking up on my little sisters. Goodbye, Mother Farrah.” He strode to his waiting car and took off down the driveway.

“What was that all about?” Asked Jacob as the car peeled off in the distance. “Was that your son?” “No, no.” Farrah answered exasperatedly. “He’s my stepson...and nephew...and interim Prophet I guess.” Farrah felt dizzy, she was so confused. Since when did she stand up to her leaders? Her job was to be as meek and submissive as possible. But she found herself having difficulty submitting to LeRoyce. She’d practically raised him, after all. It was Farrah who tucked him in at night while Royce and Rachel were off gallivanting. To her he was still a spoiled little boy.

#fundie sims #fcsu #fundie tumblr #fundiesims #sims 4 story #cult blog #sims 4 #the sims 4 #flds

[meta-squash]

Squash’s Book Roundup of 2022

This year I read 68 books. My original goal was to match what I read in 2019, which was 60, but I surpassed it with quite a bit of time to spare.

Books Read In 2022:

-The Man Who Would Be King and other stories by Rudyard Kipling -Futz by Rochelle Owens -The Threepenny Opera by Bertolt Brecht -Funeral Rites by Jean Genet -The Grip of It by Jac Jemc -Jules et Jim by Henri-Pierre Roche -Hashish, Wine, Opium by Charles Baudelaire and Theophile Gautier -The Blacks: a clown show by Jean Genet -One, No One, One Hundred Thousand by Luigi Pirandello -Cain’s Book by Alexander Trocchi -The Man with the Golden Arm by Nelson Algren -Three-Line Novels (Illustrated) by Felix Feneon, Illustrated by Joanna Neborsky -Black Box Thrillers: Four Novels (They Shoot Horses Don’t They, Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye, No Pockets in a Shroud, I Should Have Stayed Home) by Horace McCoy -The Dictionary of Accepted Ideas by Gustave Flaubert -The Chairs by Eugene Ionesco -Illusions by Richard Bach -Mole People by Jennifer Toth -The Rainbow Stories by William T Vollmann -Tell Me Everything by Erika Krouse -Equus by Peter Shaffer (reread) -Ghosty Men by Franz Lidz -A Happy Death by Albert Camus -Six Miles to Roadside Business by Michael Doane -Envy by Yury Olesha -The Day of the Locust by Nathaniel West -Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche -The Riddle of the Labyrinth: The Quest to Crack an Ancient Code by Margalit Fox -The Cat Inside by William S Burroughs -Under The Volcano by Malcolm Lowry -Camino Real by Tennessee Williams (reread) -The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner by James Hogg -The Quick & The Dead by Joy Williams -Comemadre by Roque Larraquy -The Zoo Story by Edward Albee -The Bridge by Hart Crane -A Likely Lad by Peter Doherty -The Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary Story of the Last True Hermit by Michael Finkel -The Law In Shambles by Thomas Geoghegan -The Anti-Christ by Friedrich Nietzche -The Maids and Deathwatch by Jean Genet -Intimate Journals by Charles Baudelaire -The Screens by Jean Genet -Inferno by Dante Alighieri (reread) -The Quarry by Friedrich Durrenmatt -A Season In Hell by Arthur Rimbaud (reread) -Destruction Was My Beatrice: Dada and the Unmaking of the Twentieth Century by Jed Rasula -Pere Ubu by Alfred Jarry -Bitter Fame: A Life of Sylvia Plath by Anne Stevenson -Loot by Joe Orton -Julia And The Bazooka and other stories by Anna Kavan -The Haunting of Lin-Manuel Miranda by Ishmael Reed -If You Were There: Missing People and the Marks They Leave Behind by Francisco Garcia -Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters -Indelicacy by Amina Cain -Withdrawn Traces by Sara Hawys Roberts (an unfortunate but necessary reread) -Sarah by JT LeRoy (reread) -How Lucky by Will Leitch -Gyo by Junji Ito (reread) -Joe Gould’s Teeth by Jill Lepore -Saint Glinglin by Raymond Queneau -Bakkai by Anne Carson -Reflections in a Golden Eye by Carson McCullers -McGlue by Ottessa Moshfegh -Moby Dick by Herman Melville -The Hour of the Star by Clarice Lispector -In the Forests of the Night by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes (reread from childhood) -Chicago: City on the Make by Nelson Algren -The Medium is the Massage by Malcolm McLuhan

~Superlatives And Thoughts~

Fiction books read: 48 Non-fiction books read: 20

Favorite book: This is so hard! I almost want to three-way tie it between Under The Volcano, The Quick & The Dead, and The Man With The Golden Arm, but I’m not going to. I think my favorite is Under The Volcano by Malcolm Lowry. It’s an absolutely beautiful book with such intense descriptions. The way that it illustrates the vastly different emotional and mental states of its three main characters reminded me of another favorite, Sometimes A Great Notion by Ken Kesey. Lowry is amazing at leaving narrative breadcrumbs, letting the reader find their way through the emotional tangle he’s recording. The way he writes the erratic, confused, crumbling inner monologue of the main character as he grows more and more ill was my favorite part.

Least favorite book: I’d say Withdrawn Traces, but it’s a reread, so I think I’ll have to go with Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters. I dedicated a whole long post to it already, so I’ll just say that the concept of the book is great. I loved the whole idea of it. But the execution was awful. It’s like the exact opposite of Under The Volcano. The characters didn’t feel like real people, which would have been fine if the book was one written in that kind of surreal or artistic style where characters aren’t expected to speak like everyday people. But the narrative style as well as much of the dialogue was attempting realism, so the lack of realistic humanity of the characters was a big problem. The book didn’t ever give the reader the benefit of the doubt regarding their ability to infer or empathize or figure things out for themselves. Every character’s emotion and reaction was fully explained as it happened, rather than leaving the reader some breathing space to watch characters act or talk and slowly understand what’s going on between them. Points for unique idea and queer literature about actual adults, but massive deduction for the poor execution.

Unexpected/surprising book: The Riddle of the Labyrinth: The Quest to Crack an Ancient Code by Margalit Fox. This is the first book about archaeology I’ve ever read. I picked it up as I was shelving at work, read the inner flap to make sure it was going to the right spot, and then ended up reading the whole thing. It was a fascinating look at the decades-long attempt to crack the ancient Linear B script, the challenges faced by people who tried and the various theories about its origin and what kind of a language/script it was. The book was really engaging, the author was clearly very passionate and emotional about her subjects and it made the whole thing both fascinating and fun to read. And I learned a bunch of new things about history and linguistics and archaeology!

Most fun book: How Lucky by Will Leitch. It was literally just a Fun Book. The main character is a quadriplegic man who witnesses what he thinks is a kidnapping. Because he a wheelchair user and also can’t talk except through typing with one hand, his attempts to figure out and relay to police what he’s seen are hindered, even with the help of his aid and his best friend. But he’s determined to find out what happened and save the victim of the kidnapping. It’s just a fun book, an adventure, the narrative voice is energetic and good-natured and it doesn’t go deeply into symbolism or philosophy or anything.

Book that taught me the most: Destruction Was My Beatrice by Jed Rasula. This book probably isn’t for everyone, but I love Dadaism, so this book was absolutely for me. I had a basic knowledge of the Dadaist art movement before, but I learned so much, and gained a few new favorite artists as well as a lot of general knowledge about the Dada movement and its offshoots and members and context and all sorts of cool stuff.

Most interesting/thought provoking book: Moby Dick by Herman Melville. I annotated my copy like crazy. I never had to read it in school, but I had a blast finally reading it now. There’s just so much going on in it, symbolically and narratively. I think I almost consider it the first Modernist novel, because it felt more Modernist than Romantic to me. I had to do so much googling while reading it because there are so many obscure biblical references that are clear symbolism, and my bible knowledge is severely lacking. This book gave me a lot of thoughts about narrative and the construction of the story, the mechanic of a narrator that’s not supposed to be omniscient but still kind of is, and so many other things. I really love Moby Dick, and I kind of already want to reread it.

Other thoughts/Books I want to mention but don’t have superlatives for: Funeral Rites was the best book by Jean Genet, which I was not expecting compared to how much I loved his other works. It would be hard for me to describe exactly why I liked this one so much to people who don’t know his style and his weird literary tics, because it really is a compounding of all those weird passions and ideals and personal symbols he had, but I really loved it. Reading The Grip Of It by Jac Jemc taught me that House Of Leaves has ruined me for any other horror novel that is specifically environmental. It wasn’t a bad book, just nothing can surpass House Of Leaves for horror novels about buildings. The Man With The Golden Arm by Nelson Algren was absolutely beautiful. I went in expecting a Maltese Falcon-type noir and instead I got a novel that was basically poetry about characters who were flawed and fucked up and sad but totally lovable. Plus it takes place only a few blocks from my workplace! The Rainbow Stories by William T Vollmann was amazing and I totally love his style. I think out of all the stories in that book my favorite was probably The Blue Yonder, the piece about the murderer with a sort of split personality. Scintillant Orange with all its biblical references and weird modernization of bible stories was a blast too. The Quick & The Dead by Joy Williams was amazing and one of my favorites this year. It’s sort of surreal, a deliberately weird novel about three weird girls without mothers. I loved the way Williams plays with her characters like a cat with a mouse, introducing them just to mess with them and then tossing them away -- but always with some sort of odd symbolic intent. All the adult characters talk and act more like teens and all the teenage characters talk and act like adults. It’s a really interesting exploration of the ways to process grief and change and growing up, all with the weirdest characters. Joe Gould’s Teeth was an amazing book, totally fascinating. One of our regulars at work suggested it to me, and he was totally right in saying it was a really cool book. It’s a biography of Joe Gould, a New York author who was acquaintances with EE Cummings and Ezra Pound, among others, who said he was writing an “oral history of our time.” Lepore investigates his life, the (non)existence of said oral history, and Gould’s obsession with a Harlem artist that affected his views of race, culture, and what he said he wanted to write. McGlue by Ottessa Moshfegh was so good, although I only read it because 3 out of my other 5 coworkers had read it and they convinced me to. I had read a bunch of negative reviews of Moshfegh’s other book, so I went in a bit skeptical, but I ended up really enjoying McGlue. The whole time I read it, it did feel a bit like I was reading Les Miserables fanfiction, partly from the literary style and partly just from the traits of the main character. But I did really enjoy it, and the ending was really lovely. In terms of literature that’s extremely unique in style, The Hour Of The Star by Clarice Lispector is probably top of the list this year. Her writing is amazing and so bizarre. It’s almost childlike but also so observant and philosophical, and the intellectual and metaphorical leaps she makes are so fascinating. I read her short piece The Egg And The Chicken a few months ago at the urging of my coworker, and thought it was so cool, and this little novel continues in that same vein of bizarre, charming, half-philosophical and half-mundane (but also totally not mundane at all) musings.

I'm still in the middle of reading The Commitments by Roddy Doyle (my lunch break book) and The Hero With A Thousand Faces by Joseph Campbell, but I'm not going to finish either by the end of the year, so I'm leaving them off the official list.

#squash rambles #reading year in review #book list year in review #book list #reading list #book roundup #reading roundup

[twcbelts]

*           𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝟔 : 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒       ;       a    series   of   canon   dialogue   from   the   wwe   franchise   film   ‘  the  marine   6   :   close  quarters   ‘    ,     feel  free  to   adjust   pronouns   accordingly  !!!  “ we should pregame “ “ that place is a rip off . i’m not spending eight bucks on a beer . “ “ hell , i took a bullet for you . “ “ you’ve gotta know me better than that . “ “ you did it again . “ “ i can see them coming a mile away . “ “ see that one ? “ “ you still hit like a girl . “ “ nothing wrong with that . “ “ you done ? “  “ i taught you that . “ “ we’re gonna be late . “ “ coffee’s on you . “ “ so you’ve got the house to yourself tomorrow night ? “ “ how do you know my name ? “ “ where the fuck did she go ? “ “ you should have got in the car . “ “ what do you want from me ? “ “ thanks for coming out with me today . “ “ it wasn’t like it was my day off or anything  . “ “ people actually live out here ? “ “ what’s in the bag ? “ “ smells great in here . “ “ where is everybody ? “ “ easy there , rambo . “ “ you got something to say to me ? “ “ you can stay here for as long as you like . “ “ why don’t you just put that thing down ? “ “ i brought you some food . “ “ who the hell are you ? “ “ is that supposed to mean something to me ? “ “ come on man , we’re just trying to help . “ “ you can’t help . no one can help . “ “ just leave me be . “ “ i won’t ask you again . “ “ that went well . “ “ i’ll catch up with you . “ “ no man left behind , right ? “ “ we’re not at war anymore . “ “ what’s upstairs ? “ “ is everything alright in there ? “ “ quiet . “ “ what do you think ? “ “ do that again , and i’ll kill you . “ “ can i help you ? “  “ are you okay ? “ “ i’m fine . “  “ that won’t be necessary . “ “ you won’t be needing this . “ “ how noble of you . “ “ how cute . “ “ trying to relive your glory days ? “ “ well , you jumped the gun on this one , didn’t you , chap ? “ “ don’t move . “ “ put that thing away . “ “ you’re gonna get us killed . “ “ that ship has sailed . “ “ have you ever shot that gun before ? “ “ stop talking . “ “ you left the safety on . “  “ shit , we’re trapped in here . “ “ they’re gonna kill us . “ “ you believe me , right ? “ “ we can’t take any chances . “ “ it’s a dead end . “ “ here . happy birthday . “ “ we got company . “  “ this just keeps getting better and better . “  “ wait . where are you going ? “ “ i’m gonna kick your ass , man . “ “ i owe you one . “  “ give me a hand . “  “ we can’t just go charging out there like leroy jenkins . we need a plan . “  “ we either keep moving , or we die . “  “ do you have a first aid kit ? “  “ for once in your life , just listen to me . “  “ i don’t like to drink alone . “  “ i did say that , didn’t i ? “  “ i’ll kill them myself . “ “ what are you looking at ? “  “ i told you it wouldn’t work . “  “ just , promise me you’ll go to the hospital . “  “ how could i forget ? “ “ don’t let me die in this thing . “ “ we’re not dying in here . “ “ maybe they didn’t hear us ? “ “ oops . “  “ run . “  “ get this off me . “  “ we’ve got a problem . “  “ what do you mean , you don’t know ? “ “ i’m gonna die in this shirt . “ “ get ready to move . “ “ hang in there , buddy . hanging in there , okay ? “  “ you’re gonna be alright . “ “ don’t lie to me , kid . “  “ i know a kill shot when i see it . “  “ i’ve seen worse . “  “ grab a gun . let’s finish this . “  “ i wanna go home . “  “ don’t worry about it , sweetheart . “  “ could you lower that thing ? “  “ do you have a phone ? “  “ i don’t know who you are  . “  “ yeah , i was lying about that actually . “  “ what else are you lying about ? “  “ it’ll be painless . “  “ i hate owing people favors . “ “ you didn’t have to kill him . “  “ you should know me better than that by now . “  “ did you happen to bring my knife , by chance ? “  “ oh , i expected more from you . “ “ this is a fight you can’t win . “  “ what are you gonna do with that , huh ? “  “ so , wait , let me get this straight . you killed all these men ? “  “ we’re even . “  “ your struggle here is over . “  “ you are the lucky one . “ 

#rp meme #movie prompts #dialogue meme #dialogue prompt #rp prompts #roleplay meme #* . ･ › 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 ˎ prompts . #* there's so many on here omg help . #* why i didn't break this up into parts idk but here ya go

[flxwersbytxmas]

ꕀ ᐝ 𖠳   pedro pascal, cis man, he/him 𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ  ‷ heads up ; if you hear FREE FALLIN' by TOM PETTY blaring, it’s most likely TOMAS HERNANDEZ making their way down the shore ! they’re 45 years old and celebrate their birthday on 7/27 - i knew they were a/an LEO ! especially since they’re very GENEROUS and SELF-DESTRUCTIVE. they are from ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO, staying in DOWNTOWN and are currently working as a/an FLORIST, here at the cape. they always did remind me of a five o'clock shadow first thing in the morning, strong coffee, having the perfect flower for every occasion‷ { davis, 31, he/him, mst, n/a}

Basics

NAME Tomas Ricardo Hernandez NICKNAME / ALIAS Tommy (by his family) GENDER / PRONOUNS cis man / he/him DATE OF BIRTH July 27th. 45 STAR SIGN / ZODIAC Leo PLACE OF BIRTH Albuquerque, New Mexico NATIONALITY American ETHNICITY Hispanic RELIGION Catholic ECONOMIC CLASS lower middle class SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S) English, Spanish, French 

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS Generous NEGATIVE TRAITS Self-Destructive INTROVERT VS EXTROVERT Introverted MORAL ALIGNMENT Chaotic Neural LIKES reading, coffee, flowers DISLIKES loud people, small talk, exercise

HOME + EDUCATION + WORK  

HOMETOWN Albuquerque, New Mexico CURRENT RESIDENCE cape may, new jersey PREVIOUS RESIDENCE(S) Albuquerque, New Mexico, Paris, France

PROFESSION / OCCUPATION Owner of Fleur en Fleur SIDE HUSTLE N/A

EDUCATION high school diploma DEGREES N/A INTELLIGENCE above average

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES / HEALTH + MENTAL HEALTH

FACE CLAIM Pedro Pascal HEIGHT 5’11 BODY TYPE / BUILD relatively average HAIR messy and unkempt EYES deep dark brown TATTOO(S) none PIERCING(S) none GLASSES yes, but he only wears them at night even though he should wear them all the time DOMINANT HAND right PROMINENT FEATURE(S) IDENTIFYING MARK(S) none ATHLETICISM if he’s running you should also be running SCENT coffee and a mix of floral scents STYLE whatever is clean 

DRINK yes SMOKE yes DRUGS no ALLERGIES blueberries PHYSICAL HEALTH hasn’t gone to the doctor in far, far too long 

ILLNESSES / CONDITIONS depression, probably. Anxiety, definitely VICES smoking, nostalgia ADDICTIONS cigarettes 

FAMILY & ROMANCE

FATHER Leroy Hernandez MOTHER Tina Hernandez SIBLING(S) two brothers, three sisters BIRTH ORDER 3rd of 6. CHILD(REN) One step-son, one daughter (WC’s in the works!)  PET(S) Two cats named Chompsky and Butter 

RELATIONSHIP STATUS widower SIGNIFICANT OTHER none SEXUAL ORIENTATION bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION completely closed off to love so…

FAVORITES

COLOR(S) red and pink HOLIDAY Halloween NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINK(S) Pepsi ALCOHOLIC DRINK(S) pickle back FOOD(S) Steak and potatoes, enchiladas, posole MOVIE(S) doesn’t like movies SERIES Love is Blind 

MISCELLANEOUS

MUSE INSPO TROPES / AESTHETICS Girl dad, in loving memory, how do I go on without you, functioning alcoholic THEME SONG Free Fallin’ by Tom Petty HOBBY(IES) reading, writing, cloud/stargazing, drawing, flower arrangement, scrapbooking. HIDDEN TALENT(S) plays the trumpet very well and has since he was in his Middle School band

BIOGRAPHY 

coming soon to a post near you!

#cape.intro #tw depression #tw spousal death #tw anxiety mention #tw alcoholic mention

[desert-bluffs-and-me]

WTNV Quick rundown - 41 - WALK

Featuring the voice of Jasika Nicole as Dana Cardinal~

At a loss for words? Here's a few you can use - Welcome to Night Vale.

Walk signals all across NV are malfunctioning, displaying only WALK which compels people to do so. They usually display a graphic of a run over pedestrian to indicate you shouldn't walk, and a time lapse of flowers wilting to show you should go.

The crowd of citizens compelled to walk (in unison) end up being compelled to march towards City Hall. Cecil says that only those who can see a walk signal are compelled. Promptly, one appears in his studio, compelling him to walk and making him unable to say anything except 'walk'.

They are eventually saved, but we don't know how except that it was 'miraculous' as several times during this episode we are spoken to by Dana, who is attempting to communicate with Cecil but with no luck. He goes on with his broadcast regardless of her segments, so parts are blocked out when she speaks.

Weather: "What Have They Done to You Now" by Daniel Knox, danielknox.com

She leaves us by telling us about her deceased grandfather, good memories she has of eating at a carved table with him and her mother and her brother and how she isn't even sure if she is Dana or Dana's double as she feels her memories and experiences cannot be trusted as proof of either possibility.

Dana's segments tell us a lot about the desert otherworld she is trapped in. This is as followed:

- time passing differently resulting in her feeling like she's been in the desert otherworld a lot longer than she has to them,

- it's possible to have visions in which she seems to be in the studio with Cecil but is physically still in the otherworld,

-there are giant masked warriors but they either don't know she's there or don't care or do care but don't want to do anything about it so she isn't scared,

- she is able to find the Old Oak Door that Larry Leroy found and chained, and she can smell NV through it which apparently smells like sour peaches and linen, like freshly cut wood and burnt almonds,

- when she walks away she always ends up back at the mountain, no matter how far she walks or in which direction,

- she finds and approaches a lighthouse upon the mountain, it is 40ft tall, 15ft in diameter and made of brownstone,

- beyond this she finds a settlement bound into the walls of a tightly wound gorge, it is however completely empty of people and causes Dana to miss home and her brother even more,

- the gorge is also filled with glowing orange triangles that grow bigger as she traces the spiral of the gorge, burrowing their light into her skull so that it's painful and yet she can't look away,

- she states that the people here were taken by something bigger and stronger than even the masked warriors,

- a bright blackness leads her out of the spiral but on the horizon she sees the same kind of painful light as from the triangles,

- she says that she feels something deathly cold, some vast creature, is coming soon.

City Council decided to hide in a hole in Mission Grove Park from the people waling towards City Hall, but tries to act like they're not doing that. They apparently have 'dirt gills'.

'Frightening Day' is a holiday in NV which apparently involves the sharing of scary stories. Possibly but not certainly the NV version of Halloween.

Stay tuned next for the noises of my hurried retreat, echoing first as sound and then as memory, and maybe then again as part of tonight’s fractured dreaming. Good night, Night Vale. Good night.

Proverb: Please move your brain so we can get to the drugs and stop leaving it there, we've talked about this.

#wtnv #wtnv quick rundown #welcome to night vale #wtnv ep 41

[a-complex-joke]

The Toymaker Chapter 3

MASTERLIST

"Morning Pen, Hot chocolate?" Ruby said as I walked in.

"Actually no I'm in the mood for tea today, got earl grey," I said sitting at the container.

"Oh fancy, but what's up, changing your order so out of the blue is everything alright" she placed a hand on mine.

"Nothing wrong just feels like things are changing for the better, something different I just don't know what," I say thinking it over.

"Oh so you noticed the old clock working as well, Regina is finally getting this town fixed up" she joked.

"I don't think Regina has or ever will care for this town, she just likes the power of being mayor"

"I would appreciate less bad-mouthing out of you Miss banks," the all too familiar voice of Regina said behind me.

"Your coffee miss madam mayor," Ruby said becoming more mannerly.

"I don't understand why gold lets your toy store stay it's not like you get any business"

"Actually, if I was pushed out someone else would come along and who knows how loud and annoying they'd be, plus I have an inside voice rule"

She rolled her eyes before swiftly leaving

"Why does, Gold let you stay, you never pay rent," Ruby said

"I really don't know I swear" I laughed.

Gold's Prawn shop and Banks toystore pretty funny coincidences maybe it's just something to laugh at and that's why he lets me stay.

"I've never cared to ask, maybe he's in love with me" I joked

We laughed.

"Trust me, girl you could do so much better than him, maybe Leroy" she jested, earning us a middle finger from the man.

"Morning Emma" Ruby greeted the blonde.

She awkwardly waved sitting next to me,'

"Your that Toy store girl right, Mandy Brink? Was it" she said trying to make conversation.

"Penny Banks, So your Henry's mother, finally come to take him away from the evil queen" I joked.

"Oh you know about Henry's Fairy tale conspiracy," she said.

"What? I don't talk to the kid much, just the grapevine knowledge, what's this conspiracy?" I asked curiously.

"I don't think I should say, I'm only staying a week, don't want to cause more trouble than I already have"

"Nah we could use some excitement here, the most fun I have had in a long time was when a kid in my shop tripped and yelled, fuck you floor ill kill your mother"

Emma looked like she was trying to figure out whether It was a joke or not.

"Speaking of my shop, I've got to go see you around."

The days went on Eventually Emma moved in with Mary-Margaret and is staying most likely forever and yet I still have paid no rent to Gold.

"Oh Well Hello Miss Banks, heading home for the night," Gold said Locking his shop.

"Yeah, I mean I was going to go grab something to eat before but still" I laughed.

"Would you mind if I joined you, Haven't had much to eat myself"

I nodded and we started walking toward Grannie's

"So, This I kind of a weird question, Why don't you charge me rent like ever? Id think id be the first on your rent rounds" I joked.

"Let's just say, Ive owed you a great deal of things, this is just part of that"

"I have no idea what you're talking about but I'm just gonna say I'm content with it?"

"Oh, I've just realized I left something back at the shop, you go ahead ill catch up," he said waddling back.

I arrived and waited outside of the place for Gold, But he didn't show, the place closed and I started to panic, I rushed back to the shop.

"Mr. Gold?" I said as I opened the door of his shop, the window of the door had been broken, and on the floor lay, Gold bleeding out of his head.

"Oh god, should I call someone" panic has now been ramped up.

I pulled a rag from my pocket and pressed it to his head, he hissed a bit.

"Oh good your alive, hold this, and apply pressure, Im gonna call someone"

"No, I'm fine no need to call," he said trying to sit up.

"What happened"

"Ashley Boyd, she broke in and stole the contract we had, then bonked me over the head when I caught her."

I help Gold back to his place before leaving for my own and the next day Emma went on the search for the teen mother.

#OUAT #fanfic #rumplestiltskin

[oddchirithy]

Yu-Gi-Oh 5ds Next Gen: Blow My Brains Out

Note: Also posted on my Quotev. Does not take place in the same universe as "Yu-Gi-Oh 5ds Next Gen: Ghost". Alternate concept for characters and a what-if. Title comes from the song "Blow My Brains Out" because I it's what inspired me to write this. Typed this out without reviewing. It's not finished, but I wasn't sure how to end it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Sumire laughed at the TV as a shadow ran past the characters. Inés glanced at Seiji,the younger of the twins, who stared just above the screen.

The three were in the twin's living room, watching a horror movie that Inés couldn't even remember the name of.

'I should go home' she thought. She could already feel a familiar dull ache somewhere deep in her head.

A screech was heard to Inés' right and she felt Sumire's weight shift onto her arm while Seiji seemed to stiffen.

The red-headed girl clung to Inés' arm as she insisted that 'no she wasn't scared, just surprised'.

Inés could feel the headache coming as she awkwardly patted the girl's shoulder.

The credits rolled.

Seiji left to get something from the kitchen.

Honestly, it was just to calm himself down.

By the time the younger twin returned (in 5 minuets or so, Inés wasn't surprised. Seiji was always one to compose himself quickly compared to his older sister) Sumire had stopped clinging to Inés' arm and was sitting straight up.

"Already?" Sumire questioned. Inés nodded, she had just told her she was leaving.

'Better now, than later'

Seiji furrowed a dark brow.

"You're going to leave this late?"

Inés looked just by his shoulder.

"Yes, I should be going already, before it's gets darker. Have a good evening you two,".

"Now hold on,"Sumire stood up from the couch.

"Won't your guardians be worried if you walk alone?".

Inés walked to the door.

"No, I've walked home later than this. Don't worry, I'll text you when I get there,".

She opened the door, waved bye to the twins, and left without another word.

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'I'm home'

As she'd said, Inés sent Sumire and Seiji the message that she'd arrived home.  

She didn't bother to look for their response, which they no doubt had.

She collapsed halfway on a kitchen chair, her head laying on the table. The lights were on. Inés didn't bother to turn them off. She stayed in the kitchen, not moving, and went to sleep.

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Out of the 3 or so years that Inés knew Seiji (she technically knew him longer than she'd known Sumire and they technically weren't even friends), she'd never actually met their parents. (They never met hers. They never asked. Even if they did, it's not like they could.)

Inés had seen them. She knew who they were. By name, not personally.

(Seiji just had to get into a fight with some wannabe gang, two high school students and one adult, he just had to keep going and not back down. Which lead to a physical fight and then a trip to the hospital. Inés had been asked by Sumire to call their parents because she couldn't do it herself.)

The first meeting was brief, in a hospital, not even half a minute. Inés walked by and left before they even knew she was the one that called.

Fudo Yusei and his wife, (formerly Izayoi) Fudo Aki.

It wasn't hard to see the see the resemblance between them and the twins. (Both physically and in terms of personality).

They were wonderful, kind, and there. Inés couldn't help but look and listen to them talk to their son and daughter.

The same could be said with Mr and Mrs Fudo's friends and their children.

The second meeting was because Sumire, never one to shy away, had called out Inés' name as Inés walked down a street.

Atlas Jack and Atlas (née Nagisa) Carly and their children Freida, Leroy, and Regina.

Hogan Crow and his officially and unofficially adopted kids (too many for Inés to name), oldest being Yagi Osamu and Ike Sora.  

(Mr Fudo seemed to be the least bothered by her stoic face, rather more concerned as he then knew it was Inés who had called)

And their many other friends who she'd meet later.

And they were all so happy. Got along so well.

Even when the kids inevitably had arguments with their mothers or fathers, they could always come right back home, knowing their parents loved them and would talk it out.

So of course Inés avoided the parents. It was disgusting how happy, how well, and how they truly loved each other. (She didn't even have to look at their thoughts to know that.)

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They were all so lucky. Their parents were home, loved them and could spend time with them. Meanwhile Inés had an empty home and an monthly (if she was lucky) 20 minute monitored visit through a glass plane.  

And it hurt.

It just killed Inés walking back from a visit, only to see Sumire and Seiji with their father and mother.

And it just felt so awkward seeing that goddamn Sector Security member occasionally drop by.  

Inés just wanted to take a hammer and bash it into her skull to stop all the thoughts and aches that seemed to grow with her. (But it was a connection with her dad, and Inés valued that.)

Sumire and Seiji were nice, they really were. Seiji was grumpy and rather introverted, but he always checked up with everyone. Sumire was all smiles and clingy, but it was clear she just wanted everyone to be happy.

And yet, Inés knew they wouldn't really understand her feelings. They could understand her missing her father, her being unable to look one in the eyes, her being stolid, and her being neutral in opinions. (She sometimes wondered their reaction if they ever found who he was.)

They couldn't understand her missing a man who was a monster. Her being stolid wasn't her being shy, she just really couldn't be expressive if she tried. And if she wanted to, there was always a risk of injury to others. (Like that one time in her middle school, not that she cared.) And really, if she defended the leader of an organization that tortured children and manipulated Mrs. Fudo and killed Mrs Atlas, there'd be questions.

It stung.

Inés wished she cared enough to apologize.

(But it wasn't her fault, so what would be the point?)

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If there was ever a person to switch bodies with, one would probably say Sumire.

Pretty red haired and brown eyed Sumire.

Sumire who was always happy and outgoing and open (and so ignorant of what she had).

Blithe, uninhibited, and dense.

How would it feel to be like that? Inés had wondered about it.

It probably felt so freeing, so refreshing, and so enlivening to not be burdened by problems like she had. If Inés were more ignorant at least.

(Because in honest truth, she's disgusted that would it take being someone other than herself to be happy, so there was no point in imagining what it would be like).

(Because all she wanted was to be able to actually have her family, even if it wasn't right nor true.)

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And while Sumire and Seiji had all the love and support from their parents and family, Inés had all the hate and rage waiting to lash out whenever she would inevitably snap. (Like middle school)

And maybe Mr and Mrs Fudo had a feeling something was wrong (Carly seemed to sense something also, but it was more fear than concern), because they seemed to be more interested in Inés' well being. (Inés technically told nothing of her home situation, but the adults seem to pick up on parts of it)

And Inés just knew that they were going find out sooner or later if it kept up.

So she slipped out a few details. Nothing too specific. Her mom was long gone, her dad couldn't be present, (Not a lie, technically) and she was under custody of one his friends.

That seemed to settle their concerns, somewhat. (But Inés knew she'd have to tell sooner or later)

(But that could wait, just a little longer)

The aching in her head only got worse when she worried about it, so Inés stopped worrying about it and just breathed.

And it would work for a time. Until she left her home, then the aches would come back. And all the thoughts of others (and she'd always shiver internally and deal with her nausea alone) and their emotions would rush and jam themselves into her skull and god Inés wished they could all just shut up.

Inés wished she could just die already. If she couldn't be happy as herself in this life, maybe she'll be better off in the next one.

(Technically, it would still be her, same soul and a body she was born into)

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"Sorry about your mom" Seiji had said to her that day. His hands awkwardly in his pockets as he looked at Inés' side.

She hadn't given a verbal response, choosing to nod. Silent, the two watched as Regina and Sora dueled.

To others, Inés was a lonely, meek, girl with a absent father and negligent caretaker. And who's to say they're wrong?

Her point of view wasn't always the truth, just as others views also weren't.

Her view was that she was a self aware, horrible girl with an even worse father and cautious caretaker.

Team 5ds may have taken down Divine, Inés' father, the leader of the Arcadia Movement, but they never took down the Arcadia Movement's followers. Why would it be surprising that they were striking back with a vengeance?

(With all the recent incidents occurring, it was only a matter of time before her truth was revealed)

#yugioh 5ds #yugioh 5ds next gen #Seiji Fudo #Sumire Fudo #Inés #Carly Nagisa #Aki Izayoi #yusei fudo

[triphip]

staying inside is like... cool, dude.

#handdrawn #paper #doodles #sketch #hand drawn #pencil #drawing #staysafe #staythefuckhome #stayinghome #leroy is staying home and so should you

[plentyoffandoms]

Need You (Part 22) (18+)

Lee Bodecker x f/Reader

WARNINGS: This is smut. If you are under the age of 18, please do NOT read this. Swearing. Unprotected sex (always remember to use protection). Ddlg, step-father/step-daughter. Reader is legal age. Kidnapping, descriptive assault.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

No smut in this chapter.

Main Masterlist ♡ The Devil All the Time Masterlist ♡ Lee Bodecker Masterlist ♡ Need You Masterlist

Summary: F/Reader is the step-daughter of Lee, who has taken care of her ever since her mother walked out on them. The two of them have always been able to keep the sexual tension at bay until one night.

Lee Bodecker's POV:

I kept my composer as best as I could as I watched Leroy smack YN across the face. YN fell to the ground and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would beat right out of my chest.

He must of got her good because YN wasn't moving and I was silently begging for her to move. To show that she is still here.

I heard my girl groan and move slightly and I knew I couldn't let this go on anymore.

"Nancy enough of this!" I told her.

"Adam blackmailed YN and I. He threatened her into dating him." I informed her.

Nancy was shaking her head at me but I continued.

"He was going to expose us to the town before we were ready."

"And he had to die?" She questioned.

"He was harassing YN and stalking her. I gave him plenty of warnings to back off." I told her. I badly wanted to reach for my gun and shoot her between her eyes.

But that won't be me doing it.

"Come now Nancy, we can be reasonable adults here. If you are looking for compensation, I have the money to give you."

"I don't want your money you dumbass! I want you to suffer like I have been for months." Nancy screeched at me.

"Waiting for the perfect moment to get to her. To get the photos to you. All I needed was one person on the inside and Leroy was perfect." I listened as Nancy talked.

I would say poor Leroy because you can clearly see how in love he is with her and would do anything for her.

And Nancy just used him. Oh well, not my problem. He was the dumbfuck who decided to trust her.

"Look Nancy I get maybe I shouldn't have shot him. Maybe I shouldn't have fucked YN in front of him. Maybe I should of let her play with his emotions just like you did to so many people."

It is now time to give my signal. I wasn't far from my car and I leaned against the hood.

"Maybe, just maybe I should of kept him alive and sent him on home to you so you two could have your incest babies together." I slammed my fist on the trunk at that point.

Nancy thinking it is me just being frustrated, but before the two fucks knew what the hell was happening, my men came out of the hiding spots.

Oliver sprung out of the trunk and Leroy and Nancy were tackled to the ground and tied up.

They were being taken to Phil's house. He doesn't live close to anyone and we are going to keep them in his basement until it is time to deal with them.

But as they were dealing with them, I gently picked up my wife and held her against my chest.

Oliver helped me get her into my car and my heart was breaking at the painful moans and groans coming from her.

YN was trying to stay awake as she knew it wasn't good for her to go to sleep but she was losing the battle.

"Almost there darlin'. Almost to the hospital and you will get help. Then you can see the boys. They are missin' their Momma." I said to her, driving even faster now.

"Ray....Don..."

"Yes baby, Ray and Don, our boys."

"Come on baby. Stay awake. Stay awake for us. We need you. I need you. I can't do this without you. I love you." I practically screamed at her.

"Love you." Was the last thing that came out of her mouth before she fully passed out.

YN's POV:

I woke up with a pounding headache, in a very bright room. My eyes could barely open and my throat was dry and sore.

I went to sit up but my ribs felt like they were hurting and I leaned back once more onto the bed, which I noticed right away that it wasn't my bed.

I heard the beeping and the smells were strong. I looked around the hospital room and it all came crashing down on to me.

Nancy and Leroy kidnapping me. The abuse that they did to me. Them threatening my family over and over again. The punches to the face and stomach.

The door suddenly opened up and a nurse came in. "Mrs. Bodecker, you are awake. Let me just check your vitals and I will call the Doctor in."

She did just that and then not a moment after she left the room, a Doctor came in.

They too checked me over and they explained to me what my injuries were. There was only three people I was thinking about.

"I had the receptionist call your husband and they will be here soon."

"They Doctor?" I asked.

"Your children." Oh thank goodness they are okay.

I didn't have to wait long as Lee came rushing in with our boys, who both squealed with happiness at seeing me.

I had tears streaming down my face as I saw my family safe.

Lee held the boys within reach of me and I kissed both of their cheeks and just cried at the fact that no harm seemed to have come to them.

Lee had tears in his eyes as he looked at the three of us. He put the boys back in their stroller and he leaned down and kissed me.

Muttering how scared he was. Muttering how much he loves me.

"I am okay baby." I said trying to soothe him.

"I know darlin', I know." He said as he wiped his eyes to get rid of the tears.

"When will I get to go home?"

"In a few days. The Doctor wants to keep you here to make sure you are okay."

"And what happened to them?"

"YN this isn't the time to discuss this."

"Lee I have the right to know."

"Phil's house." Makes sense. Perfect place to keep them.

"Are they...?" I trailed off, him knowing what I am meaning.

"Alive yes. Wanted you to do it." My husband knows me and how kind of him to actually let me be the one to put a bullet in her head.

Lee and our sons stayed until I was fighting to stay awake. I didn't want them to leave but when Lee told me he would be back tomorrow, that I can finally rest, I did.

But I didn't sleep well. Not with the nurses coming in and checking on me. I know they are just doing their job but it was irritating.

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It is time for me to finally go home. Lee brought me a change of clothes and helped me dress as my ribs were still sore.

We said thank you to the hospital staff and I made a mental note to donate a huge sum of money during the holidays for everything they did for me.

"Where are the boys?" I asked Lee as we finally left the hospital parking lot.

"They are with Linda. She has been takin' care of them whenever they are not with me."

"We need to do something for her and her husband as a thank you."

"I agree darlin'."

Lee was taking us to pick up our sons but I have a better idea.

"I want to go to Phils."

"Why not wait a couple of days?" Lee asked.

"Why? They may escape. They have lived long enough. They threatened our family and with what they did to me, they deseve to die and since Linda has the boys, this is the perfect opportunity because once I am home, I am not living in fear anymore. I will not be looking over my shoulder wondering if they got out while you are all at work."

Lee was thinking on it. He was thinking about what I said.

He pulled into someone's driveway to turn around. I knew where we were going now.

On our way to Phil's place.

Leroy and Nancy have no idea what is coming.

Part 21 / Part 23

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Back to the Navy Yard: Part 8

Sypnopsis: Being the daughter of Leroy Jethro Gibbs wasn’t easy, but you made it work …right up until you decide to break away from the “safe” life plan and join the FBI. When your father and the family you’ve made stops talking to you, you find a new one with the BAU. But years later, when murders connected to you and your father start popping up, you’re forced to examine the past along side your fiance and unit-chief Aaron Hotchner, and soon to be step son Jack. Really, your whole world is up in the air.

Notes: Eli David and Jackie Vance are both alive, also the timeline between Ziva and Tony was sped up, because slow burn is only good for so long.

Master List

It’s the sound of cursing that wakes you up. Aaron is still curled around you, his nose nuzzled into your neck, one of his legs slotted between yours, and his arm is wrapped around your middle, pulling you flush to his body. It takes some maneuvering to get out of the hold, and he lets out a grunt when your body heat disappears.

You pad out to the living room and find Mcgee and Tony asleep on the couch together. You doubt they started out that way. You take a picture and make a note to send it to Ziva.  They had arrived late last night to relieve Uncle Dwayne and Leon. You and Aaron had been in the middle of putting Jack to bed, and had gone to bed yourselves, so you hadn’t seen them. 

You turn your attention to the kitchen and find your dad there with Jack sitting on the counter. He’s adding chocolate chips into the pancake mix. “Hi Marmee!” 

You swoop down and kiss his cheek before swooping back up and kissing your dad’s. Morning bubba. Morning dad.” 

“Pop-pop said a bad word.” 

Your dad gives Jack an exasperated look, “What did I say about telling on me.” 

“Marmee knows everything.”

You comb your fingers through his hair, “It’s true. Plus I heard it in my room. Watch the marine talk around my kid please.” 

He smiles, “Of course. Watch this. What do we say Jack?” 

“Semper Fi!” 

You give your dad a look, “Starting the indoctrination early I see.” 

“I could have started it earlier and had him in a buzz cut . . .” 

“First of all, not a chance in hell.” 

“Bad word Marmee!” 

“Sorry baby. Why don’t you go play with your legos.” You lift him off the counter and make sure to lower your voice, “Second of all, that was your fault. Not mine.” 

You watch as he scoops some batter out onto the griddle, “It was a little your fault.” 

“Yes. How dare I not follow the grand plan?” 

“Twenty one years and you never said anything against the plan!” 

“You came up with the plan with I was like eight. SO it was more like thirteen years, and it doesn’t matter when I said it, because it’s my life.” 

“And what about now? I’ve heard about your job. Who stays home with Jack when you’re both gone?” 

“Haley’s sister Jessica. Aunt Jess. She also happens to be one of my best friends.” 

“He should have his parents at home. No matter what, I made sure you had access to me.” 

“By making sure I never left your sight. I was homeschooled.” 

“He needs you.” 

“He has me, and he has Aaron. Jack comes first. If he needs us, we’re there.” 

Your dad flips several of the pancakes, “What about when you have more kids? When they’re babies? Is this Jessica supposed to take care of them too?” 

“We haven’t talked about that yet.” 

“Really, because talking to your fiance yesterday he seemed pretty gungho about more kids.” 

“He told me what he said, and all he said is that we’re waiting to get married before we start trying.” 

“That doesn’t answer the question. You both can’t be on the road all the time. Part of being a parent is sacrifice. And I’m telling you right now, if you’re the one to give up your career and stay home, you’ll resent him for it. This entire thing is . . .” 

“You’re going to want to stop right now, before you say something that has you never seeing me ever again.” He straightens a bit, and you move in closer, “You do not get a say in this. I’m a grown woman. I’m a federal agent. I’m a mother. I’m a wife in every way but a piece of paper. Aaron and I will make those decisions together. We will work together. Because you don’t just give up when things get hard. I’m not you.” 

You feel guilt at the last jab, and you close your eyes and take a breath, “I’m sorry . . . that was. . .” 

“A fair shot.” 

He places his hands flat on the counter, “I had no right marrying any of those women. Not when I was still in love with your mom. Hindsight. I just don’t want you to make the same mistakes I made . . .” He turns and looks down at the pancakes. 

You suck in a breath, “Aaron and Jack have never been a mistake. I don’t know everything that’s going to happen, but we’ll figure it out. We may get a nanny, I don’t know. But I know that, anytime we have to leave, Jack runs to hug and kiss us. And he likes to reassure us that we have to go because we’re able to help people. Aaron is his hero. And I’m very lucky to be his Marmee. 

“I don’t know what happens next. I just know that we’ll figure it out.” 

You feel arms slide around your waist and a moment later Aaron presses a kiss to your cheek. “Push comes to shove I can always go back to practicing law.” 

That sentence is said with so much intent, intent at getting under your dad’s skin, that you groan. You’re not used to seeing playful Aaron come out around anyone other than your small family. You suppose he’s having fun. Your dad turns to face the two of you, “He’s a lawyer?” 

Aaron’s delivery is fact, “Youngest federal prosecutor in DC history.” 

“Rule 13!” 

“He still has his license and keeps up with stuff, but he’s not practicing.” You say it as innocently as you can, while Aaron hides a smile in your hair. 

“Unbelievable.” 

“At least he isn’t a lumber jack.” 

Your dad rolls his eyes, and you move to go get Jack as your dad serves pancakes up on a plate. You watch as they bicker but work in sync, making sure there isn’t too much butter or syrup, cutting them up into bite size pieces, and sliding it in front of the boy along with a fork. 

They continue to bicker about the advantages and disadvantages of the law while fixing you a plate. McGee and Tony sleep through the whole thing.

The next few days see the relationship between your father and Aaron remain pretty much the same. Although they do take Jack on a few nature hikes. The rest of your dad’s team is introduced to Jack and Aaron, and Ziva quickly becomes the favorite when she teaches him a few words in Hebrew. 

“He is adorable.” 

You and Ziva are sitting on the front porch watching the sun rise. Everyone else including your dad is still asleep. 

“I got really lucky.” 

“And you didn’t have to go through labor. Count that as a win.” 

You smile, “I’d walk through fire for him and Aaron.” 

“A mama bear.” 

“You’re one to talk.” 

“Sometimes Tony is more of a baby than Tali. Lately he’s been talking about having another one. I’m not so sure about it. Tali is my life, and sometimes I wonder if I have enough room in my heart, enough love for another child.” 

Her phone rings before you can say anything, “Excuse me. I need to take this, it’s my father. He wants to come visit, and I’m trying to talk him out of it.” 

You wave her away as she heads back into the house, muttering quietly into her phone. 

You stare into the distance for several seconds before the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. A second later you hear a twig snap, and suddenly a woman is pointing a gun at you. 

Her hand is twitching, and she’s blinking a lot. You watch as she chews on her top lip and then lets it go. “I found you.” 

You need to placate her, you need to move her away from the house. Away from your family. “Yes. You did.”

“Why did you run? You know I wouldn’t hurt you, right? I mean, I promised Kelly I would protect you.” 

You do your best to keep your breathing normal, “I didn’t have a choice.” 

The woman’s eyes flash with anger, “They made you right? The same way your dad made you move after Kelly died. The same way Agent Hotchner forced you to be his son’s mother. They’re no good. They just get women killed. They’ll get you killed.” 

You take a few steps towards her, “Then we should go, right? They’re all inside. Now is a perfect time. We can go.” 

She smiles at that, “Exactly. We can go. I can keep you safe.” She waves the gun around, “I have this. No one can hurt you when I have this.” 

You steal your nerves, “Do you have a car?” 

“A few miles away. I wanted to make sure no one could hear me come.” 

“That was so smart.” 

Her brow furrows, as it dawns on her. “You don’t remember me do you?” Before you can respond she rationalizes it, “You were little when it happened, so that’s to be expected. And you hit your head in the crash. It’s me, Lily. Kelly’s best friend.” 

It takes every ounce of control you have to keep your body language relaxed and to keep your facial muscles from moving. Lily had been a girl in the neighborhood. She’d been a rather clingy child but Kelly had always been kind to her. When Lily had declared the three of you sisters, Kelly had gone along with it. Later that night, she told you she felt sorry for the girl. Sorry that she didn’t seem to have anyone. 

“I remember. We’re sisters, right?” She looks so relieved that you remember. 

“Good. Good. Now you need to sleep.” 

“What?” 

“You need to sleep, and when you wake up you’ll be safe.” 

You barely have any time to react before a needle is shoved into your neck. 

#aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x reader #jack hotchner #leroy jethro gibbs #gibbs #jethro gibbs #dad!gibbs x daughter!reader #ncis #ncis fanfiction #ncis x reader #ncis imagine #ncis reader insert #criminal minds #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #cm fanfic #cm reader insert #cm imagine

[fumikomiyasaki]

Sorry if I go into your inbox too often, but I wanted to ask 🌧️🌼 for Leroy, Mellow and Tiam! <3

Walk down Memory lane (Lots of dark things incoming.)

🌧 ― a sad memory.

It was around middle school when Leroy rushed into the hospital after a already terrible day in school... his mother was transfered into the emergency room and he sat outside crying in panic... he didn’t know how to handle the situation at least untill his brother arrived.

“Leroy calm down... I am sure mom will do this... she is strong.”

“You don’t get it Keaton.... I should have been there... you should have been there... anyone should have been home to call the ambulance quicker... “

Keaton layed an arm around him and put his little brother into an hug...

“If it makes you feel better I will visit her the next days a lot so we can watch out for her until she is stable.” “I... just want her to be happy... mom didn’t deserve this... she should have deserved someone that treats her better than dad who just left...”

“I know... I hate him too trust me but.. there is not much we can do... you have school... I have work and she wouldn’t want us to give up either of it.”

“I guess you are right.”

As they finished their talk the doctor came out the room.

“Good news, Miss Violet is stable.”

🌼 ― a happy memory.

Graduation came, Leroy finally had his revenge on the bullies that treated him like garbage and he could finally get away from this school and move on to high school....

But the happiest thing for him was seeing his mother actually being able to attend and see his graduation... see him accept the scroll and hug him after.

“Leroy *cough* I am so proud of you, my dear son.... you worked so hard despite everything...”

“Don’t worry mom... I will continue to work hard and one day... I will have enough money to support you with medicine and finally cure you.”

“Leroy.... you don’t have to... I just want you to have a happy live.”

“And I want you to last till the day I get married and longer... so you can see how happy I am.”

She ruffled his hair hearing this. “Alright then I will try to be strong.”

🌧 ― a sad memory.

It was supposed to be just a vacation... but with one crash... Everything went black. As Mellow wake up he was happy to at least feel the hand of his mother in his... however as he got up to take a look at her... he saw her crushed body under the car... his father layed to the side covered in red as she was.... for a kid to see his parents dead before him Mellow cried out in panic.... he cried and cried... untill eventually another car passed by and called the police and ambulaces... however Mellow knew... he knew they couldn’t save his parents... and so he cried into the strangers eyes in hope to eventually not see this vision before him anymore...

🌼 ― a happy memory.

It was around when Mellow was very young when he often stayed away from other kids cause he was timid and often a victim of bullying... however one day a kid with purple hair sit down and watched what he was drawin.

“Hey isn’t that from DakiDakiko ?”

“Um yes? You know it.”

“Its my favourite show!!”

The boy introduced himself as Leroy and as some of the usual bullies came around he scare them of with hitting them with a stick... although he got in trouble it was finally this day Mellow found his first friend.

🌧 ― a sad memory.

It was one explosion that hurt his ear drastically... and as he woke up... he saw what his so called experiment did...  he saw the remains of Dr. Nabusa... his adoptive father and mentor... and all cause he made a mistake... all cause both of them were to eager to find a solution to this problem... however Kome who had all the right to hate him didn’t... she noticed him crying and took him in her arms.

“Tiam... its now only you and me... Its not your fault... its likely my own... my terrible luck.. “

The words hit him hard... it is his fault in his eyes.... and it will stay that way.

🌼 ― a happy memory.

It was the first time someone ever praised him... his dormitory was a general mess but the first time he ever nursed a student back to health in the infirmary he was happy... very happy... his goal was to at least try to save people after the things that happened... even if its in his own way.

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[the-witty-pen-name]

Deadbeat Pt. 3

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY 

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), smut, cursing, abandonment, infatuation, cheating/divorce, angst, mild housewife kink, mentions of prostitution, mentions of alcohol, corrupt official 

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

This is unedited, and I missed anything I should include as a warning let me know! This chapter introduces some new plots and conflicts, so it jumps around a little more than the previous ones. 

I hope you all enjoy!

I also am having some writer’s block with my Obi-Wan Kenobi miniseries I was working on, so expect Part 3 sometime Sunday hopefully! So sorry for the delay on the final chapter. 

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Part One // Part Two 

Henry Curtis was one of the most infuriating people Lee had ever met. Curtis was a writer for the Columbus newspaper and constantly pestering the Sheriff. Curtis seemed to have a sixth sense for whenever the Sheriff did anything. He was desperately trying to catch the Sheriff doing anything but so far had remained unsuccessful. Curtis was the biggest obstacle Lee faced in winning re-election. The man would show up out of nowhere, pen and pad in hand ready to find anything that would be enough to keep the Sheriff out of office.

Maybe Curtis was just doing his job, but Lee always felt like it was much more personal. It was probably just his own resentment of the man who was just doing his job. But the man didn’t have to be so goddamn invasive. When the Sheriff had devised his plan on offering to rent a room from you, he was so tied up in his own mess of divorce and his somewhat confusing feelings towards you he had completely forgotten about the press. They would have a field day with the divorce alone, but now on top of everything else, Lee knew he should be more careful.

Lee always had to be careful, especially if he was meeting Leroy Brown. Lee would make sure he drove way out of town, and always insisted they met at a different location every time. This would infuriate Brown but Lee was the only lawman he had working for him. Sometimes Lee would drive several hours out of the way, always at some deserted ghost town or some sad excuse for a diner or a bar. Always somewhere no one would recognize him.

Lee lied to you and told you he and a few of the deputies would need to drive out of town for a stakeout when he needed to meet with Brown. It was one of those nights, sitting in the cruiser with the headlights off, as he parked in an abandoned parking lot almost two hours out of town.

He had been able to put this off for a couple weeks, lying about other legitimate jobs getting in the way. Honestly, it was because he wanted to one, avoid anything that would cause suspicion from Henry Curtis hearing he was back in town and two, he was selfishly allowing himself to just spend his nights at his new home, spending all the time he could manage with you. It was like being in that little white house was a place where he could let himself be delusional, and time spent with you was what his life actually was, not this mess he was currently dealing with. He wanted out.

Lee knew he wasn’t a good man. He knew that his laundry list of offenses had tarnished his badge a long time ago. He knew what he was doing, and before he never cared. Now, he’s thinking about how his actions could affect you. You were innocent, unaware of everything he was stuck in. He knew you weren’t stupid, and he was sure the town knows some about his corruption. But now, he couldn’t rationalize away his actions for any reason when it came to you. Janie? She didn’t care and would encourage it. She’d be in on it too. She’d have no problem lying to ladies at Church or starting other rumors to keep the town talking about anyone but Lee. She was as power hungry as he was sometimes, which could be a testament as to how their loveless marriage held together for so long.

***

“Hi, I’m looking for a Ms. (Y/L/N)?” the man asked when he approached you, talking a seat at one of the barstools.

“Who’s asking for her?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“I’m Henry Curtis, I work for the Columbus Dispatch.”

“The newspaper?”

“That’s the one.”

“Why are you looking for her?”

“I’m doing a story on her mother’s marriage to Harvey Tucker.”

“She’s not here tonight. But I can let her know you were here. Do you got a card?”

The man pulled out a business card from his wallet and slide it across the bar. You picked it up and read all the information before putting it in the pocket of your apron.

“Seems weird for the Columbus paper to want to do a story on that a month and a half after it happened,” you said skeptically.

“We did cover the story when it happened,” Curtis informed you. “Doing a follow up since the story broke about his wife missing.”

“Missing?” you ask. “Do they know what happened?”

“Robbed the bastard blind and then ran apparently,” Curtis said casually looking past you at the chalkboard on the wall. “Scotch, neat.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply, grabbing the bottle from the shelf. “Has anything else been found out yet?”

“Not yet, that’s why I’m here. Checking in to see if she’d come back here because I heard Ms. (Y/L/N) still lives around these parts.” He then pulled a newspaper out of the inside pocket of his coat and started flipping through the pages.

“She has another kid too, right?” you asked, playing dumb. “A boy, I think. Do you know where he is?”

“Couldn’t say,” he sounded very indifferent, “Most likely went with her but who knows? I went to the Sheriff’s office to see if they knew anything but the Sheriff wasn’t there.”

“That’s too bad,” you say. “I’m sure Sheriff Bodecker would help you help if he can.”

Your statement made Mr. Curtis chuckle, but you didn’t follow up on it. You were just focusing on getting as much information about your mother and brother as you could.

“Speaking of Mr. Bodecker,” he began, “I recently saw his wife is getting remarried. Saw the announcement of the engagement in the paper.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” you respond, skeptically. You didn’t know why but you didn’t trust this man. It was something in the tone of his voice, or maybe it was just how he held himself. Very polished, a suit and a nice dress jacket. He looked very out of place in this town, and this little bar.

“You familiar with the Sheriff at all, miss?”

“Not too well,” you shrug, “Haven’t had any run-ins with the law myself.”

“Not even a speeding ticket?” He asks, only a little condescendingly.

“Can’t get a speeding ticket if you don’t have a car,” you point out.

“Touché,” he chuckles before taking a sip of his drink.

He doesn’t ask you anymore questions, and when he leaves, he gives you a five-dollar tip.

***

Lee receives his cut from Brown. There was nothing new to report on that front and his meeting went by smoothly. All Lee had to do was to turn a blind eye, and make sure the rest of the department stays unaware of the brothel’s existence. Brown always insisted on meeting with him, wanting to know what the Sheriff’s department was investigating and making sure his businesses stayed under the radar. He felt sick, and is preoccupied with the fact he has an envelope of dirty money in the cruiser’s glovebox.

It’s around midnight when he pulls up to the house. He expects that you’re already asleep, but he notices the lamp is on in the living room. He takes the money out of his glovebox and tucks it away into the inner pocket of his jacket. Coming inside, he finds you on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, staring at the business card Mr. Curtis had given you. You face is stained with dried up tears, and you still haven’t even changed out of your work clothes.

“What’s that?” he asks, the sight of you breaking his heart. He winces because he comes off a lot harsher than he meant.

“Some reporter came while I was at work wanting to talk to me,” you explain softly, you sound exhausted. “Wanted to talk to me cause he’s doing a story on my mother. Apparently, she’s on the run from the Columbus police.”

You extend your hand to give Lee the card. He feels his jaw clench when he reads the information. “What happened?” he asks, taking a deep breath and sitting down next to you.

“I pretended I wasn’t me,” you say, another tear rolling down your cheek. “He came in asking for me so I said I’d pass his card on. I didn’t want to tell him who I was because he didn’t explain why he was looking for me at first. I don’t know- just scared me. I’m more upset about the news itself than him.”

“You did the right thing,” Lee said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. He was angry, but he didn’t show it. It worried him, fucking Curtis snooping around this close to you. It made him feel protective, wanting to shield you from the whole ordeal. He had been on the receiving end of unsolicited attention from the press and he knew how ruthless they were. He knew this wouldn’t be the only time Curtis would try to get in touch with you. He’d find out where you lived, he’d continue to show up while you were working- the whole nine yards. He didn’t want you going through that.

Curtis talking to you also made him incredibly paranoid. It was his two worlds that he desperately wanted to keep apart were colliding. He knew it was impossible, but he so wanted to keep you separated from the other part of his life. It wasn’t who he wanted you to see. Hell, he hasn’t even been here for a month. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep you in the dark, at least that wasn’t entirely intentional. Actually, he wasn’t sure, maybe it was intentional. However, it wasn’t just you he wanted to hide aspects of his life from. He wanted his involvement with Brown and others hidden from every goddamn registered voter. You were no different, he tried to rationalize. But that wasn’t true. These feelings he harbored for you, were getting worse. He needed to unwrap himself from this situation, and for the sake of you finding out he was a shill, keep you away from that asshole. He didn’t want to let himself think about how the way you look at him would change.

And here he was, making the situation all about him. It was in his nature.

“He’s just going to show up again if I don’t call him,” you say, wiping your eyes. “Maybe I should just call him in the morning. Just be honest and say I don’t know anything. He can keep coming around but nothing is going to change.”

“I can take care of it,” he says. He couldn’t risk you talking to Curtis again. For all he knows, Curtis would tell you all about the story on the Sheriff he’d been trying to confirm for years. Lee knew he couldn’t let that happen. He fully intends on telling you, but how the hell do you bring that up? ‘Hey doll, I’m also on the payroll of every pimp and bootlegger in a ten-mile radius, just letting you know.’ It wasn’t going to come up, unless Curtis tells you about it. He’d be hoping to pull himself out if it, show you how you made him want to be better.

For now, he settles for comforting you, and just being there to take care of you. Make you feel better. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and lets you cry into his chest. He sighs, kissing the top of your head in a friendly way and you curl up against him. Under different circumstances, you probably wouldn’t have let yourself do this- show your vulnerability or allow anyone to comfort you like this. But it was all the events of the past month, your mother leaving, everything, just all hitting you at once, and you were happy you weren’t alone.

In the morning, you wake up on the couch with a blanket over you. You see Lee asleep in the chair, and you realize he stayed with you all night. It makes your heart flutter. You pull the blanket up over your chin and close your eyes again. You felt surprisingly well rested. The stress and worry were pushed to the back of your mind long enough to let you get some sleep. It still lingered in the back of your mind, but you reminded yourself that for now, there was nothing you could do. You had the day off, and you let yourself have a little longer time to sleep in.

You woke up to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of sizzling on the stove. When you opened your eyes, Lee was no longer in the chair. You sat up and looked toward the kitchen, where you saw Lee with his back to you while he worked with the pans on top of the stove. The portable radio was positioned on the counter, and it was playing at a low volume, so it wouldn’t wake you up.

“Hey,” you say softly, still waking up as you walk into the kitchen.

“Morning, doll,” he says, glancing back at you for a moment. “How’re you feeling?”

“A little better,” you admit, grabbing a mug for yourself out of the cabinet. You pour yourself a cup of coffee, savoring the smell before making it how you usually take it. “Thank you for sitting with me,” you say honestly, “you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he says with a small grin. “I just wanted to help.”

“I really appreciate it, Lee,” you reiterate your thanks, hopping up to take a seat on the counter, watching him cook breakfast. “Didn’t know you knew how to cook,” you joke, making him chuckle.

“I’m full of surprises, sweetheart,” he smirks, making you feel flushed. You take another drawn out sip of your coffee to try to distract yourself. You watch his arms, and his hands as they maneuver and flex when he cooks. You imagine how they must feel, your eyes focused on the veins. You bit your lip and it reminds you of the dream you had a little while back when he first moved in. You imagine him stepping in between your legs as your propped up on the counter, his hands gently gripping your thighs and-

“I’ll get it,” you announce hurriedly as you hear someone knock on the front door. You hop off the counter careful to not spill your coffee, and head to answer the door. Lee watches you bounce out of the room, fixing your hair as you go and you don’t catch his smile.

“Arvin,” you say surprised, stepping out onto the porch. “What are you doing here?” you ask, with a small grin. You’re confused but nonetheless happy to see him.

“You look like you’ve been crying,” he observes, concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say dismissively, “Just last night I was thinking about my ma and everything. Just had trouble sleeping is all.”

“The Sheriff didn’t do anything?” Arvin asked in a hushed tone, looking over your shoulder to see if Lee could hear you two.

“No, nothing, he’s been perfectly fine,” you say coming to the Sheriff’s defense. “I know you and Ms. Russell are worried, I know how it must look- but Arvin I swear he’s just my tenant. He’s been nothing but a gentleman.”

“Just making sure,” he says, letting it go for now. “Lenora asked me to bring these by for you.” He hands you the glass baking dish that you can see is filled with homemade cinnamon rolls. “She’s been practicing making all kinds of baked goods for when the Church does that bake sale and has me running all over town giving it away cause me and Uncle Earskell can’t keep up with it all.”

“Tell her thank you for me,” you say with a smile, “And I’ll bring the dish with me to Church tomorrow- give it back to her.”

“She misses you I think,” Arvin says sheepishly, pushing his hands into his front pockets. “I mean- I do- I think my whole family does- we all do. I’m sorry my grandmother hasn’t asked you over in a while…”

“I understand,” you nod. “Reputation is an important thing.”

“I just didn’t want you to think it was because of us,” he says looking down at the porch, his eyes fixed on a loose board. “You know how she is- everything no matter the context is somehow a sin. Scared to death of her own shadow…”

“I know you’re not that resentful, Arvin Russell,” you chuckle and he relaxes. “And I don’t hold any hard feelings towards anyone in your family- you all have always been good to me.”

“Well, um,” he says awkwardly, looking like he was holding back from saying more. “I got to hit a couple more houses before I head to work, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at Church?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Oh- I wanted to let you know,” he says, turning around as he’s already heading down the front steps, “The principal down at the high school is looking for secretaries- Lenora heard and thought you might be interested. It pays like $35 a week, I think. You should call Linda Carson; I think Lenora said- that’s the woman who’s in charge of hiring people, I think.”

“I’ll call the school first thing Monday morning,” you say, grin stretching from ear to ear. Arvin nods and says goodbye again. You walk back into the house like you’re on top of the world. You couldn’t contain your excitement. That job if you could get it would be a dream. You’d be making so much more than you’re already making. You were so excited.

“You’re in a much better mood than when I last saw you,” Lee jokes. He’s sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper while he eats his breakfast. You notice that he made you a table setting- brought your coffee over and everything. You place the baking dish in the middle of the table and sit down.

“That was Arvin,” you say happily, and Lee feels his heart sink into his stomach.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, trying to not let on how his heart feels like it’s crushed. He knew it was only a matter of time before a boy would come around- whether it be Arvin or someone else your own age.

“Well, first he was just dropping off baked goods Lenora made,” you say gesturing to the dish on the table. “He’s going around to everybody, I guess. He mentioned the high school is looking for office secretaries- Lenora wanted me to know. Thirty-five dollars a week! I’m going to talk to Linda Carson about it Monday morning. Can you imagine? I could get a secretary job.”

Lee feels just a crash of relief wash over him. He’s so happy that you are looking at a new job. You deserve better than that bar. He knew you deserved the job just as much as any of the other candidates. You work harder than anyone he knows.

“That’s fantastic, sugar,” he replies. “You deserve it.”

“Do you think I have a chance?” you ask, feeling a little self-conscious- you knew you weren’t as experienced as other candidates would be for sure.

“Of course, I do,” he says, putting down the paper to give you his full attention. “I feel like you getting this job is a definite. There’s no doubt about it.”

“You’re just buttering me up,” you scoff, finishing up your food, making him chuckle. You may have also seen his cheeks redden, but you couldn’t say for sure. You finish off your coffee, and then bring you dishes back to the kitchen, leaving them in the sink. Lee turns his attention back to his newspaper and you head upstairs to get ready for your day.

When you head upstairs, Lee notices that you took the radio with you- and he could hear you were listening to music from upstairs. He decides before it’s too late to ring Mark Cunningham. The line rings a couple of times before Mark answers.

“Cunningham.”

“Morning, Mark. It’s Sheriff Bodecker,” he smirks.

“What can I do for you Sheriff?” he asks, the sound of shuffling paper comes through as well. Most likely flipping through the paper.

“I wanna call in that favor you owe me,” he says, casually pacing the living room, holding the receiver up to his ear and the base of the rotary phone in the other.

“Of course, Sheriff,” he says. A while back, Bodecker busted the principal making moonshine in his old barn that was at the end of his property. Lee looked the other way and was waiting for the right thing to call in a favor for.

“I want you to hire (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for the secretary job,” he says, looking to the stairs, making sure you aren’t coming. The music is still playing loudly from upstairs so he determines he’s still got time.

“That’s all?” Mark asked surprised.

“That’s all I want from you,” Lee replies. “I expect you can make that happen?”

“Without a doubt. When can she start?”

“Still have her come in for an interview. I don’t anyone else knowing I called you about this- including her.”

“Done.”

With that, Lee hangs up the phone, feeling really good about this decision. He knew how much that job meant to you- he could see it in your eyes and how excitedly you talked about it. He can’t wait to see you when you find out you get the position. He knows it’s going to make you so happy. He knows you’d be a fantastic candidate, but this just eliminates any doubt. He reasons that there isn’t much difference, since you were very likely to get it anyways. He just had to make sure.

He can picture you know, coming home from the interview- excited to tell him that you got the job. You’d be so excited you’d jump up and hug him tightly, just so overjoyed that you let your feelings take over. You’d wrap your legs and around his waist and he’d hold you up by holding the back of your thighs. You’d wrap your arms tightly around him and bury your head in the crook of his neck. You’d lift your head up to look at him, embarrassed at your actions and then he’d press his lips to yours. You’d gasp softly, but your lips would melt against his own and your arms would wrap tightly around his neck. He’d walk forward, pressing you up against the wall and he’d kiss your neck mumbling praises of congratulations against your skin as his name falls from your lips at how good he’d make you feel. It’s almost unbearable how bad he wants you.

He heads to him room to get ready for his day, but his mind is still clouded with thoughts of you. He thinks about how much he wants nothing more that to just pin you on his mattress. He wonders if you know how crazy you make him. Sometimes there’s something in your eye that makes him think you want him too, but he’s not sure. His better judgement holds him back from everything he wants to do. He thinks about how it must feel to have his head right in-between your thighs. Back in the kitchen together, he wanted to just get on his knees and worship you. The feeling of them pressing against him as he sucks on your clit and runs his tongue across your folds.

Serval hours later, he can’t shake the thoughts, even sitting in his office at the sheriff’s station- working on a Saturday yet again. He’s cooped up in his office, unable to get through any of the paperwork that has piled up on his desk. He’s thinking about you, again, but in this daydream, you’re bent over his desk- because you came by to see him on your break from work at the school. His office door locked and his blinds pulled so he can bend you over and take you right there- rough and fast, sending you back to work with a feeling of him still there between your legs well after you’re back at your own desk, still sore from the encounter.

“You got a visitor, Lee,” the intercom on his desk lights up.

“Send ‘em in,” he responds back, shaking his head to snap out of it. He needed to get a grip.

“Sorry I didn’t call,” you say, walking into his office. His eyes widen and he wonders if he’s still day dreaming. He discreetly pinches himself. You’re actually here, standing in his office, while he looks at you dumbfounded. Part of him would think he manifested it if he was a man of any faith. “You forgot this,” you say, putting his wallet on the desk. “You must have taken it out of your back pocket before falling asleep in the chair last night. It was laying on the coffee table. I figured I’d stop by with it while I was coming up this way anyways.”  

“You’re a doll,” he grins, putting his wallet in his back pocket. “What are you doing?”

“I took the bus to the library to return some books, and now I’m going shopping for something to wear when I go in for an interview since I have the day off to go,” you explain. “I’m also probably going to get lunch after that before heading back home. I just didn’t want to be home in case that reporter stopped by. I’m not ready to talk to him yet.”

“I can take care of it,” he says, “He’ll make his way over here soon enough. I can talk to him.”

“You would do that for me?” you ask, the relief evident across your whole face.

“Yeah, I can talk to him, let him know you gave a statement here,” he says. You nod. “You know as much as he does, so it doesn’t matter if I tell him you don’t know shit or if you tell him.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you sigh, so relieved thinking that you won’t have to hear from Henry Curtis again. “If he tells you anything about them… will you let me know?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you say, hurriedly walking over behind him and quickly hugging his shoulders. You then are back by the door again before he can register the gesture. “Are you going to be home tonight?” you ask, your hand on the doorknob.

“Not until late,” he says reluctantly, and he can see the disappointment on your face- unless his mind was playing tricks on him.

“Okay,” you say finally, “Um, I’ll see you later then.”

“Bye, doll,” he says when you walk out of his office.

Are you going to be home tonight? Your voice lingers in his head. It was such a harmless phrase that could’ve just been one of curiosity. Maybe you were just asking because you were thinking about what you were doing for dinner. It most likely just meant nothing. But, the look on your face when he said no makes him think otherwise. Did it mean you cared? That you wanted to spend time with him? You wanted to see him and be with him as desperately as he needed you perhaps? Just the phrasing itself makes his brain feel like putty. It’s like you’re waiting up for him. It’s like you share the house in a way that’s much more than just him renting a room from you. It’s like you’re his and he’s yours. It’s like saying our house… our home. The question was so intimate and implied so much more about how you saw him and what he was to you. He knew seeing him as how he saw you was next to impossible, but you saw him as more than the Sheriff and more than just the jerk living in your house.

Part Four

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