#tdatt fan fiction

[the-witty-pen-name]

The Nanny Part 12

18+ ONLY 

Lee Bodecker x F!Nanny!Reader

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: references to smut, violence, corruption, cursing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), employee/employer dynamics, sickeningly sweet domesticity, and some angst

Author’s Note: I don't even have an explanation for how long it has taken me to get this next part out. I've had a lot of health issues I have been dealing with, but I am really starting to feel like I'm in a better place. I also was experiencing the worst writer's block I've ever experienced.

Now that this chapter is complete, I'm hoping to also post the next parts to my other uncompleted WIPs soon.

As per usual, this is unedited and if I forgot a warning, please let me know! And please reblog if you liked it!

3 Months Later

Stretching out on the soft linen sheets, you yawn quietly as you reluctantly open your eyes to check the time. 4:45 AM on the dot when Valerie begins to fuss in the other room and it wakes you up instinctively. You grumble, tossing off the deliciously warm covers, and grab your robe from the arm of Lee’s chair as you make your way from his- well your room to hers. 

“You did keep your promise,” you muse, picking her up and patting her back. “You promised last week you wouldn’t wake me up at 4:00. I see you’re already looking for loopholes in our contract, missy.” 

She immediately snuggles into you and you can’t help but love it. Feeling the warmth of her little body pressed into you as you feel her whole body relax is something you savor every time. She’s a little small for her age, but her pediatrician keeps assuring you both you have nothing to worry about. Affectionately, Lee sometimes calls her a runt even though it makes you crazy. However, it is growing on you but you’ll never admit it. 

“Shhh,” you mumble, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head, and walking her over to her changing table. Once you have her cleaned up, you take a little stroll with her to the kitchen to start with her breakfast. You shift your hold so she’s rested against your side so you have your dominant hand free to start putting her formula together. Her doctor also recommended beginning to introduce her to soft, solid foods so you also prep a little bit of a banana and soft berries to see what she’ll pick at- nothing too much cause you also want to watch for any allergies. 

You also start a pot of coffee for yourself and Lee once you have her settled in her high chair happily babbling away, some real words she has picked up mixed in between. Her favorite word she has really clung to is still her first word: Dada. Lee still is unsure of it, but you see the way he looks at her when she says it. Sure enough, it beckons him from the room almost instantly. Immediately, the doting begins even as early at 5:20 AM. Deny it he very well may, but Lee Bodecker is a girl dad whether he likes it or not. Though, all signs point to that he very much does. 

“My two favorite gals,” he grins walking into the kitchen. First, he looks to Val, pretending her stare makes him stop dead in his tracks and fall to his knees to begin kissing all over her face as she sits in her chair, making her erupt into her fit of giggles. 

“Morning bug,” he says to her finally, getting up off his knees. He winces at the minor damage his daily stunt causes. He plays it off well, you must admit. 

“M’lady,” he says, bowing to you at the waist. You scoff as he reaches out to kiss your hand. You knew no one else would ever believe he would behave this way. He was right when he said inside the house was your oasis. It was the truest definition of domestic bliss you could imagine, a secret happiness you allowed yourselves to share behind closed doors. This house has become a safe haven, where you were both free of outside opinion and the harsh realities of your situation. You don’t know the full extent to the situation Lee is in, but he is getting out for Val’s sake, and know for your sake as well. You don’t want to know, too happy with how things have gone to pop the bubble you both have made. 

The nature of your relationship is still unclear. Lee treats you- well like his wife, yet has never even been able to take you on a date. He also still signs your paychecks, which feels wildly inappropriate given the new developments, but neither of you want to have the discussion. He discreetly leaves the check for you to find when he is gone, and neither of you discuss it. You know it needs to happen, but you both fear ruining how things have been. 

You’ve fully moved in, very much complicating the situation. That was a very ugly fight with Julie, and you agreed she had every right to be upset. You have been helping her find a new roommate. She’s still upset, and vehemently is against your choice, and you can’t blame her or be mad in the least. You know what you did was a really shitty thing to do. You already weren’t coming home for several consecutive nights without keeping her in the loop, and then you spring on her that you’re moving out. 

She’s the only person you trusted enough to tell about the current situation-ship. She is very much against it, voicing her opinions very loudly as you packed your things a few weeks ago. You agreed, and didn’t fight back. You deserved it. You saw how your infatuation had caused riffs in your friendships. Things are still being worked out, and all you can do is everything to show her you can be a good friend, and hope for her full forgiveness. 

Lee kisses your temple, and ushers you to sit at the table while he begins breakfast. He sings softly to himself, trying his best to sound like Sinatra, as he navigates the kitchen on his quest to make you “the best eggs the world has ever seen.” 

“I need your love so badly, I love you, oh, so madly. But I don’t stand a ghost of a chance with you,” he mumbles offkey, mindlessly, and you look to the window above the sink to watch the orange and pink light of the sun take over the room. 

“If you surrender just a tender kiss or two, you might discover that I’m a lover meant for you.” The crackle of eggs as they hit the hot pan on the stove disrupts the mellow calm of the morning for a moment, but eventually it fades into the ambiance of the room. 

“And I’d be true, but what’s the good of scheming. I know I must be dreaming,” he sings, his voice cracking how it does in the morning. 

You know no one would ever believe you if you had told the world Lee Bodecker was like this behind closed doors. Affectionate, attentive, silly, domestic… Whatever is the best word for this morning. You bring the mug of coffee Lee has poured for you to your lips, the warmth from the mug radiating into your palms as you take a sip. Your eyes scan the newspaper that's scattered about the kitchen table and get a sense for the headlines. 

“They need a new Sunday school teacher,” you mumble casually glancing at the classifieds. From her highchair, Valerie blows an excited bubble of spit as Lee plops scrambled eggs directly onto the tray in front of her. There’s no point in trying for a bowl- she still is in the habit of tossing those on the floor. Her little fingers work to pick up the pieces, sometimes with too tight a grip, and feed herself. 

“Oh yeah?” Lee responds, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other tips the pan over your empty place to deliver your eggs. He adds some to his own plate in the place setting on the other side of Val’s high chair. He grabs the toast for the two of you out of the toaster and places the dish between you both. 

“Yeah,” you muse, grabbing a slice of toast. You start adding a slice of butter, waiting to see if he’ll pick up on the conversation you feel it might be time to have. 

“Is that something you’d be interested in?” he asks, as he sits down. 

“I’m not sure,” you say, “I mean, Lee- I need to be honest… It feels weird, I mean, correct me if I’m wrong- but, I don’t think you should pay me to be Vallie’s nanny anymore. It feels like we’re more than passed that now… right?”

He sighs, and you know he has felt the same. He looks relieved that you have brought it up first. 

“There’s something I need to take care of first,” he responds. “I think you should go for it. I agree this arrangement shouldn't be transactional anymore- it surely hasn’t felt like that in a really long time. I want this to be something better than that- you deserve that and so does she. I just need to tie up some loose ends. Then, we’re going to be a proper family, if you want that. Let me do the right thing.” 

“Are you pro-”

“No, ma’am, do not even finish that sentence,” he shushes you. “Don’t talk nonsense like that. You’ll know when I am doing that. It won’t be in a messy kitchen next to a toddler drooling over scrambled egg next to us. I’m just saying- I got to take care of some stuff. I think we’re on the same page. I just need a little time and then we’ll be situated in a more normal arrangement.” 

“Yes, sir,” you joke, picking up the section of the paper with the job listing. 

You continue to flip through the paper and Valerie continues to make a mess with her breakfast- occasionally taking a bite. Lee walks back and forth from the bedroom back to the kitchen to the living room in a loop getting ready to head to the station. Everything is in the wrong place and inconveniently nowhere near each other. He grumbles about the detail he’s needed for today, and how he thinks unfortunately he’ll be home late. He kisses your lips and Valerie’s head, mumbling about how he just wants to get home to his girls. Pressing another hurried kiss to your temple, he promises to make it home as soon as he can. 

Lee hated that he needed to lie to you. He justified it because he knew for your own protection, you couldn’t know where he was going and who he was actually meeting after his shift ended. When 6 o’clock rolled around, he got into his cruiser and shuddered, thinking about the meeting that was in for him. 

By some miracle of God or whatever higher power, Lee has been granted in his lifetime a reason to finally get out of the shady deals he’s previously dealt. He never meant to get tangled up in this. It was one favor that snowballed into others, and soon enough he's deeper than he ever thought he would have ever been. He knows he’s not innocent, and no one to blame but himself for the mess he’s caught up in. Part of him regrets not turning himself in. But he can’t do that, especially now, with that little girl sleeping soundly back at home. He can’t let her lose someone else. Even if the someone else is just as rotten to the core as he is.

He needed to get out. Pay his debts and start this life with both his girls with a clean slate. The last time he drove to this bar, he was here trying to get his mind off of you. Before he knew how it felt to wake up next to you, before he knew what it felt like to have your arms around his neck, before he knew how it felt to be inside you and how tight you feel around his- 

He has to get this over with as soon as possible. 

He walks in, and a member of Brown’s crew is sitting in the usual booth, nursing a whiskey. Lee averts his gaze when he sees Cherry sitting at the bar chatting up her next customer. He wants to pretend she doesn’t exist, and it never happened. It hangs heavy on his chest. You weren’t together, but the weight of his guilt feels like the highest infidelity. Brown sent a man named Wayne Hendrix to meet with Lee. Leroy Brown never came out for a meeting- his time far more valuable than anyone else. 

Lee recognized Wayne immediately. He grits his teeth, knowing this meeting is not going to go as smoothly as he would like. Wayne, much to Lee’s unlucky misfortune, was arrested by Lee on multiple accounts before he was sheriff. He knew Hendrix held a deep, unrelenting grudge on the past arrests. Hendrix did five years in prison because of Lee, and Lee knew that’s exactly why Brown sent him. 

“Wayne,” Lee said with a tip of his head, settling into the booth. 

“Bodecker,” Wayne practically spits, venom oozing from each syllable. 

“I’m not going to run for reelection,” Lee states, opting to just rip off the bandage. 

“Like hell you ain’t,” Hendrix laughs- a deep belly laugh that echoes through the whole bar. “Brown tells you when you run and when you don’t. What do you suppose you’re gonna do?”

“I want to settle my debts,” Lee says, standing firm to Wayne’s dismissive lecture.

“This ain’t how any of this works, pig,” Hendrix muses, swirling the remaining brown liquid in his glass before finishing it off. “Leroy don’t let anybody go. You ain’t ever out of debt to him. You think you can just write a check and suddenly you’re free of all your responsibilities and obligations? You gonna what- ride off into the sunset with that little plaything you got? Brown is just gonna lie down while you two are off playing house? Playing mommy and daddy?” 

Lee’s knuckles are white, and his nails practically draw blood from his palms as his fists form. His jaw is locked and he is doing everything in his power to swallow down the pure rage that boils his blood. It’s taking all of his strength to not lunge across the table. He could kill him. He takes long, steady breaths focusing on the chill that runs down his arms that releases the tension. He cracks his neck, and lets himself have a second to relax. Feeding into this is exactly what they want. They want him to lose his control. 

“I think it’s best practice to keep this discussion separate from family,” Lee suggests coolly, “You don’t bring up my girls, and I won’t bring up yours.” He watches as Wayne shifts uncomfortably in the booth. He watches as Hendrix’s eyes avoid his gaze. Wayne is very much aware that Lee not only knows his wife Maura from Church, but also his three daughters. Lee holds the upper hand if they are going to have a pissing contest on who knows more about whose private life. “I doubt Meg, Hannah and Marjorie want to know what their daddy gets up to when he misses their recitals.” 

“Listen,” Wayne spits, slapping both palms on the table, knocking over his glass. Both men ignore it, as it rolls off the table and crashes to the floor. “Leroy is going to offer you an out. It pisses me off to have to tell you about it. The only joy I’m getting out of this is the sweet knowledge that you’ll die trying.”

“What is it?” Lee urges him to continue. 

“You have Leroy’s word, you and your whole family are granted immunity and your debts are cleared. You just need to kill Deckard.” 

You’re asleep on the couch when Lee gets home. It’s well after 2am, and he feels sorry you must have forced yourself to stay awake as long as you could to make sure he got back safe. He places his hat down on the coffee table in front of you, and haphazardly takes off his tie on his way into the kitchen. He could cry when he sees the plate covered in foil that’s waiting for him. He notices there’s exactly one slice of cake left on the stand in the center of the table. In the frosting, it looks like you wrote “Lee” out with a toothpick, saving the piece for him. He walks back into the living room, and drapes the blanket from the back of the couch over your peaceful frame. He’ll let you sleep a little longer while he puts the food in the fridge. He’ll have it all tomorrow. 

“Sweetheart,” he whispers softly, rubbing your shoulder to wake you gently. It’s no good. You are completely unaware in your deep sleep. He sits on the coffee table, moving his hat out of the way. He lets himself watch you for a few moments, enjoying the way you look. You’re just so serene, and he knows you never believe him but you always look so beautiful like this. He loves seeing your whole face soften, and the way your cheek presses against the pillow.

 “Let’s go pretty girl,” he says, even though you won’t hear him. Although he’s been up for around twenty hours, and he’s weak from the full work day and his unfortunate complicated night that follows- he scoops you up in his arms without a second thought and carries you into the bedroom. He’ll tuck you in, and pull you close and he’ll let himself sleep soundly knowing you're protected in his arms tonight. He hears Valerie’s soft snores from her bedroom, and that is the final permission he needs to let his heavy eyelids rest. 

There’s much to be done in the morning, but Lee sleeps tonight knowing all of his jobs are done. 

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[dovenymph]

solar power

authors note: this was inspired by @peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology’s summer of love prompt list💛💛

prompts used: someones hammock nap getting interrupted // "If you untie my bikini top again I'll kill you." & “I don’t know how to swim”

find my masterlist here

word count: 1.5k

warnings: fluff, suggestiveness

arvin enjoyed being at your house

he really enjoyed it for a number of reasons:

one, youre there. and anywhere you are, seemed like the best place for him to be.

secondly, your folks had a pool put in. arvin knew your family weren’t the richest people in town, but it was still a topic of conversation amongst the most town members for at least two weeks once the contractors were seen going in and out of the backyard.

but most of all, he liked going because of your hammock. you had set up a hammock for arvin in your backyard after the two of you started dating. last summer when he was doing some work for your neighbor, you invited him over for some lemonade… which became a daily date between the two of, everyday at 5 o clock, he’d sit at your kitchen table with a tall glass in one hand and whatever left overs you had in a container in the other.

until one day, he was wiping his hands across his forehead, the slickness of it making his stomach churn, he really needed to cool off. he strolled in through your front door, expecting to see you already sitting at the table, but the kitchen was empty. “y/n, darling? y’home?” he called out, heart slightly deflating at the chance that he missed you. your casual conversations were the highlight of his day, even if you both just sat in the others silence, minds too frantic to even try and make small talk, just your presence brought him comfort.

“out here, arv!” he faintly heard you call out to him and his head snapped to the back door. pushing it open, he saw you had set up a pitcher of lemonade and a roast beef sandwich on the little seating area you had outside. and you, you were shoulders deep in the pool. arvin’s jaw dropped a little at the sight, realization washing over him that he’s never actually seen you use it before. and now here you were, coated in crystal clear water, details of your modest, mint green two piece reflecting off the surface, hair slicked back, your entire face unobstructed by any flyaways. you were beautiful.

while arvin not so subtlety ogled you, you took the chance to give him the once over. his outfits never really varied from day to day, always some variation of work jeans and a shirt he didn’t mind getting dirty. but today, his jeans seemed tighter than usual, hugging his thighs in all the right places, and his plain white tee stretched across the expanse of his back. he seemed tired, the sweat glistening off his forehead. the idea of inviting him in struck your mind.

“what’ya doin’ in there, hon?” he asked and you giggled at him.

“i’m swimmin’ silly! it’s much too hot today not to.”

“thought you forgot about me.”

“i could never! i just set it up out here so we could enjoy it and maybe, if you want, you could come for a swim? t-to beat the heat, y’know?”

arvin saw how your cheeks flushed and he knew it wasn’t from the sun. he’d been observing your mannerisms around him for weeks, to make sure that you weren’t just a projection from his dreams, and that you really seemed to be interested in him the way he was interested in you. so the last thing he wanted was to make the wrong move, and if he passed on the opportunity to be closer to you while you were dripping wet, well, he might be the dumbest person he’s ever met. but there was only one problem, he didn’t know how to swim.

“nah, that’s alright, you enjoy it.” he replied, turning the garden chair to face you while still remaining under the porch roof.

“oh cmonnnn!! you can borrow one of my daddy’s swim trunks, i promise he never uses them, they’re still in the packaging.” you offered, simply, even though you’d be more than happy if he just stripped off and jumped in.

“not really in the mood for swimming right now, doll. and- and” arvin shoved the remainder of his sandwich in his mouth, his next words coming out muffled “you can’t swim for at least thirty minutes after you eat, or you’ll die!”

you laughed at your best friend, “not in the mood for swimming on a hot day like this? seriously, i’ll just go get it for you.” you began to hoist yourself out the pool when arvin made you stop.

“NO!”

your head snapped up at him, eyes wide. He took in your expression and dropped his head into his hands and groaned, he had to tell you the truth now.

“i- i don’t know how to swim.” he muttered, waiting for the chorus of laughter, or a noise of disappointment. what kind of girl would be attracted to a grown man who can’t even swim? he’s seen the kids swimming at the public pool all the time like pros.

“that’s okay, arv, lots of people don’t know how to swim.” you said, now wrapped up in your towel and sitting across from him.

“ppft yeah, babies maybe.”

your heart faltered, you’d never seen him so dejected. “no! not true! hell i didn’t even know how to swim ‘til last year, and i’m only a year younger than you. it’s okay, i can teach you! it’ll be fun!”

and the way you looked at him with so much glee, he couldn’t decline. so from then on out, every friday, or a day when it was particularly scorching, were swimming lessons. arvin was nervous at first, he didn’t want to make any mistakes in front of you. and you were nervous you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of him while he was shirtless and in tiny shorts. but soon, when arvin realized the pool really wasn’t all that deep and he could walk most of it, swimming lessons became splash fights and cannonball competitions, which became underwater kisses and you clinging to arvin like a koala as he titled you down into the water every so often, his heart virtually shaking with happiness as you were now his girlfriend.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

as the summer progressed, arvin was getting more and more work, making him more and more tired. he still dragged himself over to your house every afternoon;

“you can go straight home to sleep, bub.”

“but you won’t be there. wanna be with you.” he’d slur into your shirt as he curled up on his towel besides the pool, halfway to dreamland arm thrown over his eyes to block out the sun.

this had been a recurring action of his for nine days now. he’d “rest his eyes” on the plush grass while you waded besides him. it pained you to see him so overworked, but you enjoyed getting to study his features as they became golden under the setting sun. but you still felt guilty he was sleeping on the ground everyday.

“hey baby, you would not believe- what’s that?”

arvin looked at you as you stood next to a beige hammock, a wide grin on your face and that alone cracked one out of him.

“it’s a hammock! i made it for you! cmon test it out!” you called and he strolled over, the soft fabric inviting.

“hmm, i dont know, you’re not much of a handyman.” he said jokingly but pointedly, referring to the time you tried to help him with his car and he had to banish you to the kitchen for your own safety.

you rolled your eyes at the memory and opened your mouth to retaliate but arvin pressed a loving kiss to your lips before you could.

with his forehead pressed against yours he said, “you didn’t have to do this for me, doll.”

“i wanted to. it’s much more comfortable than the ground.”

he grinned at you, his eyes crinkling and you pressed another quick kiss to his lips before shoving him in.

“if this collapses on me, you’re gonna be in serious trouble young lady.” he warned and you laughed at your boyfriend being silly.

“it won’t! see? it’s relaxing, yeah?”

arvin swayed side to side in it and already felt his back muscles soften. he let out a sigh and nodded, in which you clapped your hands together in success, still standing above him.

“the only thing that would make it more perfect is you.” and with that he tugged at your waist, pulling you onto this chest, tucking you in the crook of him arm.

“i hope it can support the both of us”

“seems t’be s’far.” he whispered, voice already growing with exhaustion. you both just lied there for a few minutes, arvin tracing random shaped on your back and you admiring the clouds forming and breaking in the sky. it was peaceful. it was pure.

that was until you felt his hands trail further up your spine, until the began fiddling with the tie on your swimsuit top, a naughty habit he’s picked up, one you secretly enjoy sometimes.

“arvin….”

his chest rumbled, giving away his innocence immediately, but he played on “what’s up, honey?” he asked, still working on the knot.

“if you untie my bikini top again, i’ll kill you.”

with that, he let the loose knot drop from his fingers and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “yes ma’am.”

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[jj-lynn21]

How A Girl Must Live Ch 1

Ch1: A place for singles

Ch 2: Popular, Ch 3 Opening Up  ch 4: Dating Ch 5:Family

 Ch 6 Violence begets Violence Ch 7 Love Birds Ch 8 The Big Fight

ch 9: The Flash back

  Notes: AU Willard Russel. In this story he still went off to the war. Instead of going home, one of the other soldiers offered him a job at a resort in the Catskills Mountains in New York. He has been there five years when the story starts. So, it makes him about twenty-five. The ages of those that come into the resort are 18-21 for females, 18-25 for males. The only warning I could put on this chapter is that it is 1950s so there were some rules for women that most of us would think of as ridiculous now. Our main female character sure thinks they are, but she was raised to go along with society, for the most part. No smut until the last few chapters.

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  Thank you so much for the moodboard to start this off @flowers-in-your-hayr​

It was spring break 1950 when Samantha Davenport’s father insisted, she needed to find a man. There had already been talk about her amongst his friends that something might not be right about his daughter since she was about to turn 19 and had no male companion. No suiters at the door vying for her attention. So, he sent her to a resort that was known for putting people together. Some even ended up married at the resort surrounded by friends and family.  

“Mother, why is Father sending me away like I did something wrong?” Samantha pouted with her arm flung over her chaise lounge dramatically. “I am perfectly happy being single. My friend Tami has a dotting husband and three kids. She ain’t no happier than me.”

“Is not happier.” Her Mother corrected. “I do hope they encourage proper grammar at this resort for young people.”

Samantha rolled her eyes while her Mother’s back was turned. “Won’t I learn that at that God-awful finishing school that starts in the Fall?”

“Do not take the lords name in vain like that young lady,” She slammed the pink suitcase closed. “Your Father knows what is best for this family. Until you are blessed with a husband to help you make correct decisions, you will listen to your Father. Let us get you to the car. Your Father is waiting.”

Samantha huffed and stomped to the car. Her Father was waiting with his legs crossed at the ankles. He tipped his hat to his Ladies. Then he moved around the car to open the front door. “Mother.”

“Thank you, Father,” his wife smiled politely as she got in the car.

He opened the back door. “My beautiful free-spirited little girl.”

“Thank you, Father.” She felt deflated as she got in the car.

The car was quiet, other than the radio playing Elvis, The Platters, Pat Boone, Dean Martin, and other popular crooners of the time. It was a six-hour drive from Summerland, Ohio to the Mountain Lake Resort in Catskills, New York. As she listened to the music she glanced through the brochure for the place.  

The rooms looked nice enough. Four girls would room together. Friendships were expected. The boys were roomed in a different part of the building. An elegant dining area was found between the girls' and boys' areas. There was a lake and pool where daily activity would be held. Hiking, crafts, and board games were also organized to have something to interest all guests. The young people had to get involved with a minimum of three events per day. No smoking or drinking by any of the young ladies. The young men would have dedicated times when they would learn to drink and smoke casually.  

It seemed unfair having to take part in dumb activities. And the rules were worse than home. Her Father let her go shopping with her girlfriends and drive her own car without a man beside her. At the resort there always had to be a man to escort the ladies on the premises. They were to wait in the morning for a knock on the door at 6am. An escort would be there to bring them to breakfast. They could only speak when spoken to.  

A girl would not deny a gentleman's advances. Dating was strongly encouraged. Samantha thought it was absurd to have to entertain morons just so they did not feel bad about themselves. She would not be forced into a relationship to appease her parents. The idea of the man of her dreams being at some camp to get young people married off was ridiculous.  

When they pull up to the main building young gentlemen line the walkway. They are all dressed in impressive suits of grey, navy or black with ties. One of them rushes to open the back door. “Welcome to the resort Miss.” He tilted his hat with a smile.

“Sam.” She said with a smirk.

Her Father got out of the car to get her suitcase out of the trunk. “Have an enjoyable time Samantha.”  

“I’ll take her suitcase, Sir.” The young man stuck out his hand.  

Her Father handed the suitcase over happily. Her Mother waved to her from the car. She had a huge proud smile on her face as if dropping her daughter off at such a place as this was a huge accomplishment.  

“Follow me Miss Samantha.” The young man started walking and she followed as instructed. He took her into a communal area. Boys at the tables on the right. Girls at the tables on the left. There were some windows at the far end where she could see tables for two and four set up. “Have a seat, Miss Samantha. This is Miss Pamala, Miss Missy and Miss Flora. They will be your roommates. I will take your suitcase to your room.”

“Thank you,” She croaked softly as she sat down.  

The girls in unison giggled as they greeted her with a, “Hello, Samantha.” They all seemed just giddy to be there.

“I can hardly wait to be paired with my future Husband.” Missy squealed.

Pamala chided her. “Now Missy you should date many boys here to find the right one. You date some even more than once to make sure you are compatible.” She giggled.

“What is your strategy for finding a perfect husband, Samantha?”  Flora asked. “I am going to play hard to get with all the boys until I choose who I want. Of course, I will make him think he chose me.” She laughs with the rest of them.

“I have no plan.” Samantha’s voice was dull compared to the manic girls around her. “My parents think I can find my heart's desire here. I very much doubt that. But good luck to you three.”

“Just look at all of them over there.” Missy giggled. “The odds are in our favor.”

Samantha rolled her eyes. A couple in their late forties stepped out between the young men and young girls. The man tipped his fedora to the crowd before taking it off to hold to his chest with one hand. His other hand held his wife’s hand. He kissed it politely before letting it go. She curtsied to the room.  

“Good evening young people,” The man looked around the room making eye contact with some. “We are the Jones. You may call my wife Mrs. Sally. Please refer to me as Mr. Jones. Ladies are always to be called by their first names with Mrs. In front of it if they are married and Miss before that. All gentlemen here will be referred to as Mr. with their last name after. We do this so our ladies soon to be Wives and Mother’s we hope, will know the name they are to take. And the gentlemen should always know the first name of his possible wife when he is introduced to her.”

His wife kept a smile on her face. She looked at him in adoration as he spoke. She said nothing. She waited for him to allow her to speak.  

“We have a few rules.” The room groaned. “There are not many. They are not difficult to follow. You will all be dress in your finest daily. That is suit and tie for the boys. And dresses for the girls. Petticoats are optional but highly recommended. No slang words or curses here. You will always talk properly. Ladies will always be accompanied by a gentleman. My lovely wife will now talk to you about meals.”

“Good evening everyone.” His wife curtsied to everyone again. “Tonight, I helped Chef Joseph cook a chopped steak with baked potatoes for the boys and garden salads for our girls. Well, Mr. Joseph grilled the steaks and potatoes. I just threw together a salad he told me how to make. After tonight's dinner, I know you will all need some rest.

The boys room numbers coincide with the number on their table. Our young ladies will be escorted to their room by one of our male staff members. In the morning at six, girls you will start hearing a knock at the door. You will be ready to come down to breakfast prompting with the young man we send for you. Maybe he will be the one.” She was as giddy as some of the young girls about that comment.  

Samantha was already annoyed. It increased when Tab soft drinks were set on her table. She had no problem with her shape and the other girls at the table were varied sizes but that did not mean they all did not deserve a hamburger, fries, and a Milkshake like she would normal have when hanging out with friends. She never drank diet soda like Tab. Her Mother ate salads often. She did sometimes. But usually they all had meat, potatoes, and vegetables.  

“I’m sorry, I was babbling on so.” Mrs. Sally apologized looking at her husband. “Is there anything else you need to address, Sir?”

“You did as good as I expected Mrs. Sally.” He gave her shoulder a little squeeze that elated her. “All young girls are not to smoke or drink. It is not lady like. If your husband chooses to let you that is between you and him. Here you will not partake in such things. After the girls are in their rooms to get their beauty sleep any boys who want to partake in an after-dinner smoke and drink may do so under our supervision. That is the only time you will be allowed to do such things. Does everyone understand?”

“Yes Mr. Jones.” The room howled.  

“Good, now let’s enjoy our dinner.” He clapped. Women brought out the food on large platters for the young men and bowls for the girls. Samantha was starving. When she took large bites of her salad, the other girls just looked at her like she was insane. They all took small bites. Missy even used a knife to cute hers up. The others followed her lead.  

“Do you want your future husband to see you eating like such, such a heathen.” Miss Missy whispered.

Samantha’s mouth hung open for a second. “I down cheeseburgers in front of boys all the time. This is just salad and I am starving. “

“Well, maybe that is the reason you are not happily married by now.” Miss Pamala guessed with a snideness to the remark.

“If the men here only care about how I eat instead of who I am, then I guess I won’t meet anyone this way.” Samantha laughed before taking another huge bite just to annoy the other girls.

When a man was sent to the table to escort Samantha to her room, she went willingly just to get away from the girls she was sitting with for a few minutes. The young man who escorted her walked with his chin up looking ahead without conversing with her at all. She was fine with that. It took her roommates another half hour to finish eating before joining her. She pretended to be asleep in the twin bed on the right of the room closest to the window.

Samantha was restless laying in the bed. Her stomach was growling also. The other girls were sleeping dreaming of their wedding days. She decided to tiptoe to the kitchen to see what she could find. She did not know where the kitchen was, but it had to be somewhere behind the double doors the food was brought from at the dinner.  

She walked slow and steady down to the stairwell. She thought the elevator bell would alert someone to her late-night snack walk. She glanced both ways when she opened the stairway door to the main floor. No one was insight. She headed to the dining area thinking she would be free and clear but there were voices from the room.

“One more hand, boys.” A deep voice echoed. “No wilds. Treat your cards like a Lady. Respect them. Gaze at them lovingly. And make sure no one else thinks theirs are better than yours.”

Samantha snuck around them in the shadows as the boys laughed. The voices get muted as she slides into the double doors catching them, so they do not shut loud in the darkness. The kitchen was a sterile silver with a ceiling light in the center. She reached up to pull the string to turn it on. The area only illuminated slightly. There was a window at the fair end so she could she how the lighting would be fine once the sun shone in on the room.  

On her toes she reached to open a cupboard to find a snack, a glass or both. She found juice glasses. Then she opened the refrigerator to find more vegetables for salads which she had enough of already. But there was also freshly squeezed orange juice ready for the morning. She poured herself a glass. When she walked out after putting away the juice and shutting the light off, she stopped to hear the guys chatting, smoking cigars, and playing poker.  

“I will marry a beautiful girl to make my parents happy,” The one boy was saying. “Then it is off to the army for me to defend this great country.”

“I don’t suggest that young man,” The deeper voiced guy suggested. “You don’t want to see the things I saw. You do not want to be part of that messed up world unless you have to, you dig? I saw a man skinned alive. You do not want to see that kid. I don’t want you to see that.” His voice sounded haunted by the memory.

“Well, I’m going to keep my girl in line just like my Dad does.” Another younger voice chimed in. “Just smack her right in the chops if she sasses, disobeys or...”

Samantha heard a bang on the table that made her gasp audibly and drop her glass shattering it on the floor.

“You should never treat a woman like that,” The deeper voice seethed. “If I see or hear of you laying one hand on these ladies you will be out of here. And If I ever see you or your Father lay a hand on a Lady in my presence that moment will come back to haunt you three-fold.” He gets up. Straightens his tie and turns towards toward the noise. He softens his face smiling. “I’m sorry Miss. I did not mean to startle you. I was just teaching these fellas a few things. Hopefully, they listened.”

She nodded slowly scared she was in much more trouble than the boy he threatened since she broke a rule. “I’m, I just needed a drink. I’ll be going back to my room after cleaning up the glass.”

“The boys will clean up the glass.” He rose out of the chair towering over her.  

“Yes, Sir.” She glanced up his entire frame noticing his broad shoulders to his large bright green eyes that caught hers. Then she quickly looked down.  

“Isn’t that women’s work.” One of the men complained  

The tall slender man glared at the boys, “If a woman is frightened, we help her even if it means cleaning up a mess once in a while.” He looked to Samantha holding out his hand. “I will escort you back to your room Miss.”  

“I’m Sam, well Samantha.” She took his hand nervously.  

Samantha and the tall guy started walking away as the boys found a broom to sweep up the mess. It took them a few minutes. They also cleaned up the card game and empty beer bottles and the ashtray.

“I’m Mr. Russel.” the tall guy said as he pushed the elevator button. “Willard Russel. Do not worry, I will not say anything about you being out without an escort. You seem like a perfectly capable young lady to get a drink on her own. But please forgive my behavior with Mr. Goodland. I despise those that do not treat women with respect. What floor?”

“Seven.” She murmured. “I’m glad there are more men than my Father that believe that hitting women are wrong, Mr. Russel.”

“You just come to me if any of our boys get out of hand.” He put his arm out for her to get off the elevator first and walked her to her door. “I hope you find an absolutely true love here.” His face lit up when he really smiled.  

“Thank you, kindly Mr. Russel,” She smiled back barely realizing she was doing it.  

He opened the door she stopped at. She went inside and he closed it quietly behind her.

#fan fiction #willard russel #bill skarsgard #willard and samantha #1950s #how a girl must live #TDATT #the devil all the time

[youngbugandtonystank]

Why are people making fun of Tom's acting when he is a great actor? TDATT just came out and he was fantastic in the movie! I can't believe he's Peter P. when i see him in roles like Arvin. Why are they so mad at him when he did well? They're always shaming him for fan casts and movies

Because they’re stuck with Peter’s image. They think Tom is actually a 15 yeard old kid lmao 

These are probably dudebros who hate MCU Spider-Man and think he relies too much on Tony Stark (calling him Iron Man Jr. and Iron Boy Jr.) Trust me, they NEVER shut up about this. If anyone ever asks them their opinion on Peter (and only Peter, they’re not asking them about Tony at all) they always bring up Tony. Hell, they talk about irondad more than irondad stans lmao. And because of this, they relate Peter’s youthful personality with every role Tom makes. This is why is very important to separate the character and the actor, they’re not the same thing. It comes as a shocker for them when Tom delivers a dark performance in contrast to the vigorous juvenile one with Peter Parker. They’re dumb because if they were smart they would know Tom is not Peter Parker. Peter is fictional, Tom is not. 

About the fancasts and movies, stan twitter always fancast marvel actors to play iconic roles in movies. This happens a lot. They usually cast RDJ and Tom Holland for everything (they’re the most popular ones). I’m guilty of this too but I don’t want them stealing important roles from people to make a movie, instead, I want them to make an original film or one where they actually fit the characters, in a father-son setting. But other fans actually cast RDJ and Tom Holland for roles that are not meant for white folks like them. This is a problem because they’re not the only actors in the world. Some others need to shine too. 

They also usually cast Zendaya as Tom’s girlfriend for every role. If Tom is being cast as Milo then stan twitter makes Zendaya; Kida, if Tom is being cast as Link, then stan twitter makes Zendaya; Zelda, if Tom is Prince Eric, then Zendaya has to be Ariel lmaooo it always goes like that and this is really bad because it kinda looks like they don’t know another black actress than her. It’s also bad because many of them only do it because they don’t want Tom kissing another actress on screen, they usually get ‘jealous’ on Zendaya’s behalf when Tom makes a movie with another actress. It’s ridiculous. 

I haven’t seen his new movie but going by the reviews, he did great. Some people are even saying his performance was Oscar-worthy, which says a lot for someone his age. Don’t pay attention to twitter trolls. 

#robert downey jr #tom holland #zendaya #twitter #rdj #mcu #marvel #peter parker #the devil all the time

[the-witty-pen-name]

Lee Bodecker x Nanny!F!Reader 

18+ ONLY 

A/N: The photo above does not reflect how (y/n) is described in this fic! This is a reader insert story! It’s just a free stock photo that I found that I thought fit, and was the best out of what was free for me to use. 

Based on this Request: The reader moves to Meade/Knockemstiff while answering an advertisement for a nanny in the paper. We learn that the ad was posted by Sandy, who has the reader watch her child whenever she and Carl leave to do their secret thing. After one of these trips, Sandy and her husband never return, so the reader is left caring for their baby. With the new investigation into these events, she meets Sandy’s brother Lee, the older, out of shape, alcoholic bachelor, and they are suddenly thrown into each others lives as he begins looking into his sister’s disappearance. Through it all, Lee starts to fall for her, and they slowly become a family.

See each chapter for individual warnings. This fic is rated 18+ and I am not responsible for the media you consume, but please adhere to warnings and do not read if you are under 18 years of age.

Chapters:

Part One

Part Two 

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Check out the playlist I’m listening to as I write!

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[the-witty-pen-name]

The Nanny Pt. 9

Lee Bodecker x Nanny!F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: cursing, angst, slow burn, alcohol mention, grief, yearning, mention of prostitution, corrupt cop, age gap (reader is in her 20s), dirty thoughts

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: It’s been too long oh my goodness. 

Based on this Request: The reader moves to Meade/Knockemstiff while answering an advertisement for a nanny in the paper. We learn that the ad was posted by Sandy, who has the reader watch her child whenever she and Carl leave to do their secret thing. After one of these trips, Sandy and her husband never return, so the reader is left caring for their baby. With the new investigation into these events, she meets Sandy’s brother Lee, the older, out of shape, alcoholic bachelor, and they are suddenly thrown into each others lives as he begins looking into his sister’s disappearance. Through it all, Lee starts to fall for her, and they slowly become a family.

Lee didn’t care much before about holidays, but now with Valerie’s first Halloween right around the corner, he found himself spending any free time getting his house ready. For the past several weeks, he’d come home with his arms full of bags of decorations. Outside and inside were equally decorated, and soon enough Lee’s house was the most decorated on the block. It was nice to throw himself into a project, and maybe a part of him was using Halloween to distract from other things. 

Valerie was so captivated by everything, and she loved coming with you into downtown to see the town square, and all the buildings decorated in orange and black decorations. The library steps were lined with pumpkins of all different sizes and the Church youth group ran a charity hayride around the square. 

The air was smelling crisp and the chill in the air was refreshing. It felt like things were finally getting better, and the falling leaves were hopefully a sign of change for better things to come. It seemed like lately the biggest thing Lee worried himself with was what Valerie was going to be for her first Halloween with him. 

“You should dress up with her,” you try to insist, picking her up out of her high chair after she finished her breakfast. 

“No, I don’t think I will,” he chuckles, leaving his empty coffee cup in the sink. 

“Come on. She would love it.”

“She won’t even remember,” he retorts. 

“If she could talk, she’d say something different,” you joke.

“She sort of talks,” he says, “we’re working on that, right Val?”

She babbles something incoherent. 

“She should be talking by now,” you frown, tucking some of her hair back. 

“She has her appointment today right? Talk to Dr. Hammond about it, but I’m sure she’s fine. She’s just a little behind, considering it all… you know I think she’s gonna be good. Anyways, I gotta go.” 

“Okay, I’ll talk to her and see what she says.” 

At the station, Lee was bullshitting his way through some paperwork, trying to just make it to his lunch hour. He had been also doing everything in his power to dodge calls from Leeroy’s guys the best he could. His list of excuses for missing meetings have been dwindling. He felt like he had been so busy dealing with just this new life, he’s had no chance to keep up with his other obligations. 

“Hey Sheriff,” Benny says, knocking on his door and stepping into his office uninvited. Lee grits his teeth and tries his best to hide his annoyance. 

“What is it, Wilson?” he asks, clearly irritated but Benny doesn’t seem to notice. 

“The whole masquerade ball, costume party thing,” he begins, like Lee should know what he’s talking about, “the thing the mayor is hosting at the Town Hall- you know. Um anyways, they just sent out a memo letting all government employees and elected officials that attendance is mandatory, no exceptions. I uh- just didn’t know if anyone told you yet. You’ve been kinda cooped up in here and-”

“Thanks, Wilson.”

“Dates are mandatory too-”

“Good to know.”

“Judy needs the headcount by the end of the day-”

“Is that all, Wilson?”

“Oh, uh yeah.”

When he finally leaves, Lee sinks down into his seat and rubs his face. That conversation was exhausting to him. He feels something in the pit of his stomach. A feeling of dread that not only does he need to go to this fucking party, but he needs a date on top of that. He scrambles through the junk mail on his desk and finds the invitation he got weeks ago. He sighs, relieved it’s not actually on Halloween night, but the night before. His plans with Valerie are salvaged. 

But he can’t think of anyone to ask except you. 

“Hi, we have a 10:45 appointment with Dr. Hammond. Valerie Henderson.” 

“Alright, just fill this out, and the nurse will come get you shortly.”

When called into the room, Valerie’s appointment goes fine, and Dr. Hammond is able to relieve many of your anxieties 

“Small children who undergo traumatic experiences can be delayed in some areas of development, like talking,” she explains, as she takes Valerie’s vitals. 

“Right now, she’s in a much more stable home and in better care. Right now, the best thing I can say is just to give her a little bit of time. She might not understand what happened but she is processing this change and the things happening around her. I can recommend a great family counseling service a few towns over.”

“That would be amazing, thank you.”

“She looks better than she has in past appointments. She’s healthy and happy. She’ll come along in development as things consider to settle. The stability is the best thing to focus on right now, and the rest will follow.” 

“That’s such a relief.”

“Status quo of a good home life is just what she needs. Most kids begin to say words at the nine month mark, but at a year the only thing expected are ‘mama’ or ‘dada.’ It’s the stage where they speak and they connect the words to the meaning. She fully understands words, I can see that in how she reacts to me. The speaking should soon follow as long as nothing further disrupts her routine.”

“Sounds like we’re on the right track.”

After her appointment, you decide to get lunch at the diner to visit Julie and to meet up with Steve. Ever since the incident, you have been seeing them less and less. Julie was your roommate for heaven's sake and you feel like you never see her. 

Valerie is situated in a high chair and the three of you are sitting in a corner booth on Julie’s lunch break. It feels nice, normal to be seeing them and it helps distract you from knowing in a few hours you’ll be seeing Lee. All this time passes, and you can’t help but feel the same way every time you look at him.

“She’s getting so big,” Steve says, letting Valerie hold his fingers while he uses his free hand to flip through the menu. 

“I know, it’s crazy,” you agree with a smile.

“How has it been with the Sheriff? You haven’t told me anything since that whole picnic ordeal happened,” Julie says and you can’t help but feel suddenly shy. 

“Uh, there isn’t much to tell,” you say with a shrug, trying to come off as indifferent. “That was more for Val than me anyways,” you chuckle. “I mean I see him when I show up for work in the morning and it’s small talk, and then I head out when he gets home. It’s nothing to tell really.”

“Sure,” she smirks, unconvinced. 

“What?” You ask, playing stupid. 

“You can tell us about it when you’re ready, but there’s definitely something going on with you two and you aren’t fooling me for a second.”

“You and Sheriff Bodecker?” Steve asks, coughing on his water slightly. You scoff and shake your head.

“Better off, if that’s the case,” Julie shrugs, “I don’t think you should get close to him more than you have to.”

“Why?”

“Did you forget everything?” Julie chuckles, “Looking at him with rose colored glasses, playing house… You can be so naive. He’s a criminal, crooked cop. You can’t see that anymore? You were so skeptical and you were doing all that research.”

“He’s also a drunk,” Steve interjects and Julie nods in agreement. 

“He might have, but since taking in the baby, I haven’t even seen him touch a drop.”

“Where do you think he’s going on the nights you work late? Do you really believe he’s working late at the station. Don’t be naive, he’s going down to that bar.”

“He doesn’t come back drunk,” you try to reason.

“Maybe he’s going for something else.”

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t heard the rumors? That bar is a front. They supposedly run a brothel or something in the back room. The men who do the deliveries also bring stuff to my dad’s store and they’ve told him they’ve seen the back room,” Steve explains. 

“And people swear Lee is a regular, not going to shut it down or anything. He’s in the owner’s pocket, and everyone knows it,” Julie adds to her previous points.

“I don’t know about that,” you say. It’s true. You didn’t. And you aren’t going to call your best friend a liar. They’ve both been in this town longer. You feel stuck, between knowing the Lee you have come to know and the Lee the town knows. 

“Next time he says he’s working late, I’ll watch Val if you want,” Julie offers.

“I’ll go with you to make sure you’re safe,” Steve promises and you can only nod. The server brings over your food and Steve and Julie move on to another topic easily but you can’t help but sit there and dwell on the conversation that just happened. 

The rest of his day at work, Lee can’t stop thinking about how he’s going to ask you to be his date to that stupid costume party- masquerade ball, whatever. It shouldn’t be a big deal. He can get the McDonald’s daughter from across the street to babysit, and you’ll go out as friends. It shouldn’t have his palms sweating like this. 

It’s not a big deal. 

It’s not. 

When he comes home, he finds you and Valerie playing with her toys on the floor in the living room. His eyes immediately go to the way your skirt has naturally hiked up, and he scrambles to look away before he lingers. But fuck, your skin just looks so goddamn smooth and soft all the time. 

“Hey,” you smile, and get up as Valerie runs over into his arms. He can’t help but grin ear to ear scooping him up in his arms. 

“Hey shortstack,” he says when he picks her up. She breaks into a fit of giggles and buries her head close to his chest. 

“Her appointment went well,” you say, gathering up your things to head home. “She said we don’t have to worry about the no talking just yet, but I got a number from her for a good trauma con-”

“Heading out so soon?” He asks, his tone sounding sad to see you just up and leaving so quickly. He senses something is bothering you, but he doesn’t want to push you to tell him. It’s not his place.

“Um yeah, I guess,” you say shyly, “I mean, you got home so now I get to go home, you know?”

“No, no of course,” he says quickly, “I had just wanted to ask you something but if you wanna get home, it can wait.”

You are grabbing your coat and buttoning it, and when you finish you look back to him expectantly. “You can ask me now,” you say, and he feels a lump in his throat all of a sudden. 

“It’s nothing. Just some event I need to go to- just a work thing. It’s gonna be boring with a ton of politicians and it won’t be fun. But, I need to bring a date and-”

“I’d love to,” you interject with a smile, and his whole body relaxes. “When is it?”

“Tomorrow night,” he says. Your eyes widen a little at the short notice. He picks up on it and tries to smooth it over. “I know, I’m sorry for the short notice, but I wasn’t going to go. I only found out today that it’s mandatory.” 

“That’s the night before Halloween,” you point out, “What if I already had plans?”

“I’d be screwed,” he chuckles and it makes you laugh. “It’s a costume party by the way.”

“Lee! How am I supposed to get a costume this late?”

“It’s more like a ball so maybe just a nice dress?”

“What is it exactly?”

“It’s the mayor’s masquerade ball.”

“Okay,” you settle, “I can make it work. You are very lucky I have nothing going on in my life right now, Bodecker.”

“I need to still figure out Val and her costume, nevermind something of my own,” he scoffs, “I’ll figure something out after she goes to bed.”

“Maybe storytime will inspire something,” you joke. 

“Maybe,” he shrugs, and then he looks down to the baby, “Want Uncle Lee to read you a bed time story?”

“Dada! ‘Rella!”

You and Lee lock eyes again in absolute shock. Did she just..?

“Dada! ‘Rella!”

Lee looks at you again in utter disbelief. He’s speechless. You feel the same. 

“W-what’s ‘rella?” he asks, finally, not even able to process her calling him dada yet. 

“I think she wants you to read Cinderella,” you say quietly. Both you and Lee feel like you’ve been hit in the face while Valerie continues to repeat the same sentiment happily, unaware of the weight of her projection. 

“Dada!”

“Maybe that’s her halloween costume,” you suggest, trying to break through the tension in the room. Lee nods, still not sure how he should be reacting. His heart is simultaneously bursting with pride but breaking into a million little pieces. 

“Dada!”

“No, no, no, baby, I’m uncle.” 

“Dada!”

“Un-cle.”

“Dada.”

“Christ she doesn’t listen, does she?”

“She’s just a girl who knows what she wants,” you say with a wide grin.

“C’mon, there’s no way she can call me that.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not her father.”

“You’re better,” you insist. 

“I’m not,” he says, defeatedly. 

“It’s up to you,” you shrug. “I think Daddy suits you just fine,” you joke playfully. “Pick me up tomorrow night, okay?”

“What-” The door closes behind you before he can even process what you just said to him and he needs to pick his jaw up off of the floor.

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[the-witty-pen-name]

The Nanny Pt. 7

18+ ONLY

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Warnings: cursing, angst, alcohol mention, food mention/eating, grief, yearning, corrupt cop, age gap (reader is in her 20s)

Based on this Request: The reader moves to Meade/Knockemstiff while answering an advertisement for a nanny in the paper. We learn that the ad was posted by Sandy, who has the reader watch her child whenever she and Carl leave to do their secret thing. After one of these trips, Sandy and her husband never return, so the reader is left caring for their baby. With the new investigation into these events, she meets Sandy’s brother Lee, the older, out of shape, alcoholic bachelor, and they are suddenly thrown into each others lives as he begins looking into his sister’s disappearance. Through it all, Lee starts to fall for her, and they slowly become a family.

Word Count: not sure- wrote it on my phone maybe 2k?

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Every movement is frantic. It’s with urgency that his arms pull you in as close as he can manage as his hands wander. Your arms wrap around his neck to bring yourself into him, even though there was no space left between you. Nimble fingers work to undo the buttons of his uniform- anything to just feel each other. Nothing is spoken and yet, you both move with such certainty and so succinctly. Soon enough, with his lips kissing and biting down your neck as you move, you find yourself pressed against the door of his bedroom and he fumbles to get the door open.

The screaming cry of the baby makes you both jump away, eyes wide and startled out of your daze. Again, it’s all unspoken, and your fluidity of motion shifts in a new direction. Without hesitation, you're in her room scooping her into your arms as you hear Lee mutter something about getting her bottle. You try your best to not think about what just- what could have just happened, and instead work to shush the little girl back to sleep. You rock her in your arms, and walk slowly around her room- navigating around the boxes of her things Lee has yet to unpack, understandably. All of this- everything has just changed so quickly. You can’t fault him for not having prioritized putting onesies in a dresser.

Lee’s coming back with a bottle but decides to hang back a moment in the doorway before making his presence known. He selfishly gives himself a few minutes to just observe the situation before him. He can’t help but smile at the sight. You’re here, unfazed that you're still in clothes drenched by the rain, and all you focus on is humming a soft lullaby to the crying baby. It’s probably not wise, but he allows himself to be a little selfish and just take in the moment, pretend it’s something just a little more than a shit show. You’re here- you came here. For him? He hopes so. Or maybe it was her- and that’s fine with him too. It doesn’t matter really. For now, it’s like life is far from broken.

She needs you. He knows that better than anything. He’s certain. He can see the way you treat her- love her. She without a doubt needs you as a constant presence in her life. What other stability does she have? Granted she won’t remember any of this but he hopes she’ll grow up knowing you. Lee thinks he can’t be this person the way you can. He’s not the person who can be a good parent, he’s convinced. He’s not selfless the same way you are. He’s not a good person. He has done and continues to do bad things. He wants to be better and be who his niece needs, but he can’t do it both all alone.

She needs you.

He needs you.

“Here,” he says when he finally snaps himself out of his daydream. You take the bottle from him and offer it to Valerie, instantly soothing her tears.

You sit on an unopened box while she sips on the bottle, and Lee takes a seat in another across from you. The only light in the room is the little bit of light from the street lamp outside through the crevices of the shade, and the nightlight plugged in near the crib.

You sit in silence, neither one of you knowing what to say. As Valerie settles down and you have nothing to redirect your attention, the air in the room grows heavy and the silence begins to feel awkward. It’s excruciating, the silence, and it’s eating you both alive. What do you even say in a situation like this? Is there even anything to say that even begins to describe whatever it was dancing between the two of you?

You don’t even know how much time passes as you two sit there, but eventually when Val finishes the bottle, she’s back asleep, snuggling herself close to your chest. You get up carefully, and gently place the girl back into her crib. You and Lee share a knowing look, to not try to talk until you’re both out of the nursery. He gestures for you to walk out first, and then he follows, very slowly closing the door behind him.

With his hand just grazing your lower back, he leads you to the living room to sit down. You take a seat on the couch, your eyes fixated on a very faint ring on the coffee table in front of you. You were finding it so hard to make eye contact. Neither one of you knowing what to say, or wanting to be the first one to speak.

You hadn’t realized Lee had even left until he comes back with two mugs and offers one to you. You mumble a shy thank you, and the coffee instantly helps warm you up. You had been too distracted before to realize how cold you were from being soaked by the rain. He also has a towel under his arm that he drapes over your shoulders, before he takes a seat next to you.

Lee’s feeling more self conscious than usual. This was the side of him, he didn’t want you to see. He’s sure you can smell the alcohol practically coming out of his pores, and he’s in desperate need of a shave. He’s been in these clothes for the past couple of days, not being able to even find the time or the energy. They’re covered in Val’s spit up, and he’s more aware of his tummy when he isn’t in uniform. He wanted to have this part of him sorted out already, he wants to impress you. He doesn’t know why. He knows why, but he’s not ready to admit it to himself yet. After everything that’s happened, on top of it all, he can’t face the rejection from you.

You’re both hurting, and he convinces himself the kiss was nothing more than a desperate attempt for comfort. It had to be, he thinks. You’re both grieving, both tied up in a horrible twist of fate that affected you both. He can’t even think about how Sandy- his kid sister Sandy, is gone. Now that he’s lost her, he can’t also lose you. Valerie can’t lose you, and he can’t let his harboring crush ruin the one good thing she has going for her right now.

You make it so hard for him to resist you. You don’t even know the effect you have on him, but just sitting here with you makes his head spin. He desperately wants to just feel you wrapped up in his arms again, but the small glimpse he got earlier needs to be enough. He doesn’t have a choice. He’s not making choices for himself, he can’t. Not just yet.

“I’m sorry,” you say softly, finally cutting through the silence, “I- I don’t know why I came.”

“I’m happy you did.”

“This is a horrible thing to bring up right now,” you chuckle, holding back a sob, “but I don’t know what to do- you’re grieving the loss of your sister and I’m just worried about my job…”

“I want you to stay as her nanny,” he insists, quickly, his voice actually sounding relieved- even if only a little. “She needs you, if you want to… I also understand if you want to distance yourself from this…”

“I don’t want to leave her,” you insist. He actually manages a smile.

“We’ll figure out the details, when we finally manage to get back on our feet,�� he reasons, and you nod in agreement, “but don’t worry about your job.”

“Thank you,” you smile, tightening the towel around you.

“Do- do you want me to drive you home?” He offers, hesitantly, not wanting you to go, but also not brave enough to ask you to stay. “Or- if you’d be comfortable, you can take the couch- if you want.”

“I won’t put you out- I should be getting back. I don’t mind walking…”

“I want you to stay,” he admits, and you find yourself unable to tear away from his gaze. His blue eyes have never bore so much emotion to you before. The practically desperate plea that tugs at his voice is straining his strong front.

His gaze is so heavy, practically spilling his heart out to you with just one look. It’s telling- no, it’s exposing. It’s him opening up his chest and pulling his heart out to give to you while it’s still beating. There’s no more games, or the little cat and mouse facade. It’s emphatically him, and the pull that keeps tethering him back to you.

When you were little, you remember a phrase that was taught to you in an attempt to keep you away from sin, or following down the wrong path.

When you dance with the devil, the devil don’t change.

Forever entangling you with your choices and bad decisions. Once you go down some roads, there’s no turning back from them. The path disappears behind you, and you can’t go back and start again. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t- because how can you live a life worth living if you don’t risk your fate.

Your fate is sealed when you kiss him.

This time it’s different. It’s purposeful and methodical, no doubt that it is indeed your conscious choice to close the spaces between the two of you. It’s so slow, it feels almost agonizing. He’s so warm, and his heat just feels so inviting that you can’t help yourself when you get pulled in.

He doesn’t even know you. He can count the interactions you’ve shared almost on one hand. But he knows, and can attest to the fact that he’s never felt this before. He doesn’t think it’s accurate to call it love- not just yet. But it shares many of the same qualities. It’s intoxicating, and simultaneously mesmerizing. It’s more than just an attraction or an infatuation- it’s a burning need to be close to you, and to immerse himself in you.

Lee’s fate was sealed long before he met you, as he made deals with his own devils. Addicted to all the material things and the power, but he feels that pull of addiction with you. And you’re the best thing he can be addicted to, a beacon of something wholeheartedly good- tugging him to be good enough for someone like you.

“We shouldn’t do this.”

His words cut through you and it’s nothing short of paralyzing. He’s gentle, and you could have seen how much it pains him to push you away if you yourself weren’t hurting from his words. You feel a million things at once. Shame, embarrassment, anger, confusion… everything desperately trying to be the forefront of your brain at once that nothing can form into anything coherent at all. It’s maddening, and all you can do is sit there dumbfounded when the man who asked you to stay is now shutting you out.

He tries to explain, and of course, he’s thinking of the little girl asleep down the hall. It’s unfair to her to put his emotions and his wants ahead of what she needs. She needs you, he believes more than she needs him. It’s a cynical and self deprecating thought to have but he can’t imagine what he can offer her if not you. It’s not rational, but not once has he ever thought rationally. She needs you, and he can risk being the one who rips you from her life.

“Valerie- she, we need to put her first. I need to be putting her first,” he sighs. You nod, still unable to even come up with something to say. You put yourself out and offered to let him in, and he just shut you out. Of course, he’s doing the right thing, but it still fucking hurts. It shakes you, and forces you out of your own daze you’d fallen in with regards to him.

You walk home in the early hours of morning with tear stained cheeks. You refused a ride from Lee, and refused to say a word as you left. You walk home like you’re on the brink of breaking into fragments. Your body is guiding you, but your brain is fogged and your eyes are weighing heavy. It’s 4am and you’re back in bed right where you started before Julie even woke up to notice you gone.

Lee’s on his couch, laying back with Valerie pulled in close to his chest as she sleeps. His mind is too busy with thoughts of you to allow him to even get a couple of hours of much needed rest. Her weight on him is comforting, and the feel of her in his arms is what he tries to focus on. She’s blissfully unaware of all the events that occurred in the house tonight, and her soft snores seem to be the only thing that helps calm his nerves. He rubs her back gently, rubbing in small circles and he watches her eyelashes flutter in her sleep and he tries to imagine what she’s dreaming about.

When you slept, it felt like only a second passed between when your eyes closed to when the bright sun woke you up. Your head hurt, and your eyelids still felt heavy, but you were nonetheless very much awake. You cringe, when the memory of last night immediately comes to mind. You needed to let go of this weight on your back, you needed to will yourself up and into the shower- just do anything besides think of Lee and the way your stomach churns thinking about his rejection.

You shower and get dressed and by the time you emerge from your room, you realize it’s 11am and Julie has long since left for work hours ago. You can’t think of one place in town you could go without the worry of running into him. His cruiser could be anywhere, and it made you want to go back to your bed and bury yourself under your blankets. You rationalize with yourself that you can’t let your fear of facing him again stop you. If you didn’t completely blow it last night, you still were Valerie’s nanny and that meant facing him everyday.

You slip on your shoes, and decide to at least venture out for a walk down to the dinner. Get a coffee, maybe something for an early lunch, and then just come back home. It was a simple task with a clear directive- and a conveniently short route which meant less of a chance of running into the sheriff. Your plan failed miserably when you opened the door and saw Lee with his hand up like he was just about to knock.

He holds up a pastry box and smiles sheepishly. He looks much better than when you last saw him. Clean shaven and in a freshly ironed uniform. His eyes were a little bit brighter and the heavy lines from lack of sleep under his eyes had faded. His cheeks are a little pink, and you can’t help but find the gesture endearing.

“I brought you breakfast,” he says, his voice hesitant. It’s like he’s worried one wrong move and the door may slam in his face. You smile, crossing your arms over your torso because of how awkward you feel as you step aside to let him in.

He stands out in your apartment. The apartment is very much decorated like two eclectic twenty-something disasters. He has a small smirk on his face looking around, observing your space and taking it all in. You mumble an apology for the little bits of clutter and you busy yourself by clearing the mess of record sleeves and magazines off of the coffee table. He takes a seat on your couch, and lets himself relax down into it. He opens up the pastry box and places it down on the coffee table.

“I- I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got one of everything,” he says shyly, and you grin. One of every kind of muffin the dinner sold lined up in rows and packaged up just for you.

“I came to apologize,” he began, and you took a seat in your armchair, wanting to keep your distance so you didn’t do anything else stupid.

“I didn’t handle myself well last night. I didn’t say what I was trying to convey to you, and it came out wrong. I hurt you, and I am so sorry,” he begins. “It wasn’t that I didn’t want you to kiss me, or that I’m not interested, or that I wanted to push you away. I wanted it, I really honestly do. And that kiss was- just… wow. I couldn’t stop thinking about it- well I still can’t stop thinking about it. And- and I realized that I need to put her first. As badly as I want to- I don’t know, kiss you again, ask you out- I can’t risk it not working out and it affecting her.

I see how you are with her, and you’re so great for her. And she needs you and I can’t fuck that up and I can’t risk whatever this is threatening that. I don’t know what I’m doing. I honestly have no idea what it takes to take care of a baby. If you left, I don’t know what I’d do. I can’t, I can’t raise her without you.”

You didn’t know your heart could ache so much. This longing that’s tugging at you is unexplainable. You don’t know him- but you desperately want to. It’s pulling you in and just breaking you with every step. It’s not fair. It’s not fair to him, or to Val or even to you to let yourself get so caught up in something you don’t understand. It’s a relief within itself to know that it’s not just you. He feels this too.

“I’m sorry,” you admit, looking down at your lap, “I’m sorry I left- and I don’t know what this is- or what happened, but you’re right and I know that. But you have my word, I promise I’m not going to let this affect my work with Valerie.”

“So- I guess I came here to ask you, if you still want to do this. If we’re on the same page, nothing between us can happen, for her sake. And we keep our rel- we keep it professional. Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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Tell Me Your Mine, Darling

Western AU 

18+ ONLY

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Warnings: prostitution, mentions of smut, alcohol, cursing, violence, mentions cheating 

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Hey! As always, this is unedited! Please let me know if I missed anything to include as a warning. I’m on the fence if I should make this a longer story, I like the idea of this being a stand alone, but let me know what you think! I’d love to hear any feedback cause this is my first attempt at a Western AU :)

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The player piano echoed throughout the whole saloon, bouncing off the walls as patrons moved about the crowded room. The peppy music was perfect for dancing as a few of the men threw back shots of liquid courage and asked some of the women working tonight for a dance. It was a night where the people who came in through the batwing doors could forget about their troubles and the existence of sins, and partake in merry drink and debauchery. The night air hung heavy and the room smelled of sweat, cheap liquor and even cheaper perfume. 

The women were scantily clad in dresses only slightly less revealing than their undergarments, and the men still in their clothes from long days of travel. Cowboy hats, rugged trousers, and boots that lost their shine years ago. Girls carried around large trays of shots and lagers, passing them around to the drunk souls who struck rich for a night and opened tabs at the bar. 

It was a busy night both downstairs in the saloon, but also many of the girls were leading men upstairs to their beds, for a warm place to lay their head and anything else they can afford. That was the secret that kept this dilapidated building up and running. The music and the watered down liquor wasn’t enough to keep the sheriff from closing and condemning the building. 

If the owner was honest, he knew what kept the sheriff from coming and toting him away to rot in one of the two cells down at the jail. Not only was the sheriff partial to a drink or a few each night after the sun goes down, but he was particularly taken with one of the girls who worked there. Sure, the sheriff must’ve had his turn with every girl in the joint, but there was something about you which made the sheriff absolutely smitten. Of course, no one dared admit to seeing his obviously growing affections but the owner knew as long as you were here, and his glass was refilled, he had nothing to worry about. No one quite knows what happened. He went from coming in every Saturday night asking for whichever girl is free and then it went to asking only for you, every week without fail. 

People theorize that maybe it’s your honeyed smile or the sweetness in your voice. The ability to deceive every man into thinking they’re the only one to ever touch you. The ability to put on the act of the farmer’s daughter while having the dirtiest mouth on this side of the Mississippi. No matter what drew him in, the sheriff had declared you his girl and anyone with half a brain knew better than to try to say different. 

Nothing was any different about tonight, you watched from one of the stools at the bar while the other girls worked the room. Sitting with your legs crossed, your dress skirted up high enough to show the tops of your garters, you sip on your drink stealing glances at the doors waiting for him to arrive. You can’t help but let out an impatient sigh, balancing your high heel on your toe as you watch the clock that’s mounted on the wall behind the bar. 

“Slow night?” the bartender asked as she topped off your drink. You smiled, but it fell a little flat, not meeting your eyes. 

“Every man here is scared to come near me,” you chuckle dryly. Not that you were necessarily complaining- but you worried more and more as the savings you kept under your bed dwindled. The sheriff was a regular who paid incredibly well, but he was feared. And no one else would touch what he called his. You wanted to save up to get out of this town, salvage whatever was left of this life and do something. You didn’t want to live cooped up in that room and in this town for the rest of your days. You were luckier than most, that you understood and never tried to forget that, but still you found yourself daydreaming. 

You thought about the men you’ve slept beside and the wild stories they told you. You didn’t want to live a hard life, the tedious and unfulfilling work they told you about. But, oh, you were so envious of how they traveled. Seeing the naked lands of the country and going to different towns. You weren’t even sure what you wanted to do, but you wanted to have the option. So in a little cigar box under your bed. You scrimped and saved what you could from each week. But, being the sheriff’s favorite girl, meant no one else dared touch you, meaning you have been having to open that little box of savings more and more. 

“That ain’t the worst thing in the world,” you heard a voice next to you. Soft, and velvety- you’d recognize the voice anywhere as Dottie, one of the older women who had been working there much longer than you. Middle-aged, but completely sensual in her mannerisms and her voice. She had the ability to captivate an entire room with her prominent curves and everything you know, you learned from her. 

“I know, I know,” you try to explain, but she feels your frustration. She understands it, and she knows it better than you do. She’d been there herself. The restlessness, the feeling of being incomplete, the utter fear of your life being wasted away under men whom you’re never going to fall in love with. She knows.

But she also knows the harsh realities of this world and how it treats lost souls like you, and she doesn’t want to see how it can hurt you like it hurt her. She understood how demeaning this line of work is, and how from here there is no way to move up in the world. It’s a limbo, where you're stuck in this saloon, listening to the complaints of men who despite their hardships will always have it better than you. However, the alternatives for women like you are far less desirable outcomes for your lives. 

“Appreciate the gift you’re being given, sweetness,” she chuckles, watching as the bartender makes her usual. “As long as that sheriff keeps coming around, you’re working less for the same room and board the rest of us pay.” 

You know she’s right. You know there’s so many things wrong about this town you can’t change. You can’t afford to worry about things like that, while so many of the people in this little one room saloon are just trying to survive tomorrow. It’s never going to be an ideal, and the world is much too cruel for miracles to happen for a woman like you who sold their soul. 

Jesus befriended Mary Magdalene, so it never made much sense to you when folks in this town claimed you were damned to spend your own eternity in hell. You weren’t sure if the people in this town actually read the Bible. Granted, you didn’t know much about religion yourself. But long ago you learned religion was a luxury only the wealthy people in this town could afford to follow, and they were the ones who could afford to participate in the sins you peddled. But, that was just one woman’s observation. 

Dottie disappeared back into the crowd as quickly as she arrived, and soon you were back to watching the doors again, waiting for the sheriff to relieve you of your ever growing boredom. The place was in full swing as a posse of men you don’t recognize entered, talking about how they were on their way to the coast, to mine for gold and become millionaires. You can’t help but roll your eyes, and you keep to yourself as they whoop and holler, making demands of the barkeep to send out a round for the whole place on their dime. Their rowdiness makes you flinch, and for the first time tonight, you find yourself anxiously waiting for the appearance of the sheriff so you don’t have to entertain the likes of them. Maybe God does like you, because before one of the men staring at you has an opportunity to saunter over, the saloon doors open suddenly and you can be saved. 

You know you shouldn’t find it thrilling, but there is something about being his favorite that fuels your ego on nights like this. The most commanding man in the town, calling you his- making you have this untouchable status for the night. It was the closest you think you can ever be to royalty. In that bar, on the nights he regulars, you’re a Queen. It’s a rush that's definitely spoiled you and yes, in the moment, you absolutely revel in the power you feel as he changes the atmosphere in the room- with his hardened blue eyes locked right on you. 

“Evening, sheriff,” you coo and shoot him a smile, genuinely happy to see him. 

“How many times do I have to ask you to call me Lee, darling?” He smirks, placing his hands on your knee so you uncross your legs and he can stand between them. The feeling of his hands on the exposed skin of your upper thighs sent a tingle right up your spine. His thumbs slowly rubbed circles on your skin, making you shiver. 

You rest your hands on his chest, rubbing gently, your hands shamelessly feeling the strength of his chest under his shirt. You straighten out the gold sheriff’s badge on his chest, and you can feel him tremble slightly at your touch, which strokes your ego more than it already was. 

“I forget,” you tease, straightening out his tie. He smirks, looking down at you as his hands trail up higher, resting on your hips under the skirt of your dress. “I need you to keep coming back and remind me,” you flirt shamelessly. 

“Your usual, sheriff?” the bartender asks over the loud music, people settling back into their own business after the excitement of the sheriff arriving has died down. Lee replies with a quick thank you but doesn’t take his eyes off of you. 

“Did you miss me, darling?” he quips, rubbing your sides, his thumbs trailing across the waistband of your undergarments. 

“I always do,” you wink, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to the side of his jaw. “It’s so slow when you aren’t here,” you practically whine, pouting your lips slightly. 

“I’m sorry about that, sugar,” he mumbles, leaning in and trailing kisses down your neck. 

“It’s your fault you know,” you tease, your nails scratching his scalp affectionately. 

“Is it now?” he chuckles, as he nips at your skin. 

“No one else comes near me,” you admit, and you feel him smile against your skin. 

“Good,” he murmurs against your collarbone. 

“Ice is melting,” you chuckle, referring to the drink he’s ignoring on the counter. He just chuckles, pulling away only long enough to finish the drink in one long sip, and you watch as his Adam’s apple moves, and how the condensation of the glass drips onto his knuckles. 

After he places the empty glass on the counter, you pull his arm to lead him upstairs with you. He takes your hand and let’s you lead the way, he knows like the back of his hand, and at this point better than his own house.

“Impatient, darling?” he teases, “Not going to ask me for a dance?”

“You never say yes,” you giggle, “Figured you want to have some privacy.”

“I might’ve said yes,” he retorts and you can’t help but roll your eyes. 

“Would you have?” you counter and he shakes his head no with a devilish grin. 

“One of these days, doll.” 

“I’ll be an old maid,” you joke, continuing up the stairs and down the hallway towards your room. 

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” he says. You don’t know exactly what he means, but you don’t push him for an explanation. As soon as the door clicks closed behind you both, Lee’s lips attach to yours like if he waits a second longer he’d evaporate. 

“Been dreaming about this,” he mumbles against your neck, leaving a trail of love bites that send a shiver up your spine. “Think about you every night I can’t visit you.”

You noticed how much more intimate your interactions with the Sheriff were gradually becoming. You weren’t sure how much of it he meant. The way he fawned over you and treated you like something more. Plenty of times, men behaved this way, never admitting except behind closed doors that that craved a much deeper sense of intimacy. You had always assumed the Sheriff was no different.

He’d take care of you, and you saw over time the way he handled you changed. It used to be rough and impersonal, oftentimes as well relying on you to do all the work so to speak. But, overtime, his visits became more of a mutual endeavor, and soon he was kissing you like how he is now, or begging to let him settle his head between your parted thighs, saying he felt good making you feel good. 

“I’m addicted to the feeling of your skin, darling,” he whispers as he lets his fingers linger as he pulls the straps of the dress down your arms. When the dress pools at your feet, he stares in awe like it’s the first time seeing you, and then soon enough his lips are on yours again and his hands are free to wander where they please. 

“Most stunning thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers as you work on taking off his shirt, teasingly slow at undoing the buttons. 

“You say that everytime,” you point out and he chuckles, running his hands up and down your sides. 

“Cause I mean it everytime,” he smirks, walking you back until the back of your knees hit the back of your bed and you lay down with him on top of you. 

One time a month or so back, you were sitting on top of the bar counter with him settled between your legs. You were using a rag to wipe blood off of his face after a messy fight that happened. Well, a fight that he started. 

“I didn’t like him looking at you like that,” he grumbled, still fuming and he winces slightly as you press the damp cloth to the cut by his brow. “Shouldn’t be touching you like that,” he slurs, and you can smell the whiskey on his breath. 

“Just means I’m doing my job right,” you chuckle, amused at his possessiveness. “It don’t mean nothing,” you say.

“It don’t mean nothing when it’s me either,” he pouts, with his eyes closed like he could fall asleep standing up. You are convinced he’s just drunk and doesn’t know what he’s saying. He leans on you slightly to keep himself upright, and you move to wipe the blood that is smeared by the corner of his lips. 

He’s so handsome, you can’t help but observe. From a distance, sure he’s gruff and rough around the edges but he’s got the most handsome face you think you’ve ever seen pass through. You’ll never admit to yourself that you were taking your time patching him up so you could just look at him like this for a little longer. It’s always nice sometimes to pretend a situation is something that it’s not. 

“Tell me your mine, darling,” he almost whispers when his eyes flutter open again to look at you. His gaze on you felt heavy and you weren’t sure what to make of it. 

“I’m all yours, Sheriff,” you can’t help but chuckle, thinking he’s just fooling. Just trying to tease you. He frowns and looks so  sad, those damn blue eyes more expressive when he’s drunk. 

“Tell me your mine,” he asks again, like a whispered plea as his eyes roam over your face. 

“I’m yours.”

By the morning, he’s always gone. He always leaves more than necessary, insisting to you the night before not to tell the owner. He doesn’t want him taking a bigger percentage. He whispers not to worry, and to let him take care of you. He knows how much he affects your wages and he wants to do the right thing. 

Lee doesn’t like to pay you. It’s a horrible reminder to him that you don’t actually care one way or another if he shows up or not. It’s the terrible wake up call come morning that you aren’t actually his, as much as he asks you to say it. 

You’d just have to say the word and he’d do just about anything to make you love him back for real. But he knows that this can’t ever go further. You deserve to go off and see the places he hears you tell the other girls about. You don’t think he knows about you wanting to leave but of course he does. 

The pictures of far away cities are hung on your mirror held up between the frame and the glass. There’s a picture of New York that sometimes he’ll stay up staring at, knowing your heart ain’t tied down yet to one place like his is tied here. He can’t leave and he knows he can’t in good conscience ask you to stay. He knows you would, but not for the reasons he wants. 

Good god, you’re still young and have a spark in you that he damn well knows he doesn’t want to be the one to put out. He wants nothing more than for you to look at him and see you could be happy and be in love. But what life is that compared to the life you’re dreaming of. You have hopes, dreams, and Lee knows he isn’t at the center of any of them. 

So for now, he settles for the time you share with him when he comes by like tonight. Where he hopes he can silently tell you with his touches how much he feels for you. Where he can carefully tread the waters of sweet sentiments in hopes you’ll return them without him asking. It’s not real, none of it is. 

He can hold you close and touch every part of your body like it’s only his to see and feel. He can hear every noise you make and watch every reaction to his touches and it fuels him for now. It’s enough for now to leave bruises on your skin and pretend it’s enough to keep others from knowing you’re his. It’s not, because the marks won’t matter. 

He can feel himself inside you, and feel how your body reacts to him. The way to him, nothing will ever come close to the feeling of you around him. He’s addicted and he can’t go back. He’s been ruined by you, and no one else will ever come close to adding up to you. 

But it’s not real. He’ll go home in the morning, and lie to his wife one more time, swearing that it’s the last time he goes back. He’ll tell her he worked late and slept in the Sheriff’s office. He’ll make the promise that he’ll be home on the weekend. But it’s not real. Because, he knows that he’s going to find himself going back to you. And he prays to God you won’t be there.

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Sweethearts

***Extended Version***

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader 

Warnings: food mention and eating

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Hey y’all, I decided to add on to the short thing I wrote awhile ago. I originally was going to make this something longer, but just because I have other larger Lee projects in progress, I decided to make it a one shot! It’s just a fluff piece about our fav Sheriff.

As usual, this isn’t edited and let me know if I missed something to include as a warning. 

Going back later to include the tagist, since I haven’t posted in awhile, I haven’t updated it and will reblog later with the tags.  See this post about updated taglist

I hope you enjoy and lemme know what you think! 

“Thank you,” you smile when someone holds the door open for you on your way into work. Between your purse, the large stack of piles you brought home to work on last night, and the Tupperware of baked goods for the office, your hands were full. The woman arriving at the same time as you, who you recognize from the secretarial pool on the second floor, was nice enough to wait and keep the door open as you scurry inside.

“What did you bring today?” she asks with a knowing smile and you smile sheepishly.

“Just some muffins,” you shrug, “I heard they had a really difficult case they needed to work over the weekend.”

“You bring things all the time though,” she observes with a smile.

“I just like to bake,” you shrug, “and it’s all too much for just me.”

“Well, everyone loves it,” she praises, making you grin, “I think especially the Sheriff.”

“It’s all for everybody,” you reply with a chuckle. Had you been that transparent? Perhaps to everyone except Sheriff Bodecker.

Ever since you started working at the Sheriff’s office, you’d always brought in sweets and other baked goods for the office. One of the deputies joked and called you a “serial baker” and there was definitely some truth behind the playful jab. As time went on, you would be lying to yourself if you denied the fact that you began to harbor a crush on the Sheriff, going out of your way to bake things you knew he liked, and even sometimes bringing things in just for him.

Today was no different as you walked in with the container of blueberry muffins tucked under your arm. You knew they were his favorite. Outside everyone’s own offices, there was a table set up in the hallway that housed a coffee maker and disposable cups that was for everyone at the station. You dropped your things off at your desk, and then brought the container over to the coffee station. Using one of the small paper plates, you took one of the bigger muffins of the batch and brought it over to Lee.

You knocked gently on the closed door, until you heard him from the other side say it was okay to come in. He’s sitting at his desk, filling out a report and he hasn’t looked up from the paperwork yet. His brow is furrowed in concentration and he bite his lip as he finishes up whatever he is writing.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you say shyly, the sound of your voice making his head snap up in attention. His eyes widen slightly, and he clears his throat as he adjusts his tie.

“N-no, no you aren’t at all,” he stutters, clearly a little flustered.

“I don’t want to take up your time, I know you’re busy,” you say shyly, “I just wanted to make sure you got one before they’re all gone.” You leave the muffin on the corner of his desk. He can barely mumble out a thank you before you disappear back to your desk, not wanting to get in his way.

Lee stares at the muffin on his desk and he curses for missing another opportunity to talk with you. It took him a couple of weeks to realize, but he has been head over heels since your first day. He remembers passing you in the hallway as you were getting a tour of the place from one of the secretaries. Without a doubt, you were the prettiest thing he’d laid his eyes on and soon enough the Sheriff found himself harboring a crush on you.

It didn’t help that you were absolutely the sweetest thing to have walked into his life in years. Not only your sweetness, but all the treats you’d make and bring in? A way to a man’s heart, especially Lee, was his stomach. He was beside himself, a completely babbling fool in your presence. He knew you were way too good for him, but sometimes he let himself think he had a chance with a girl like you.

Muffins one day, the next week homemade donuts, chocolate cake, then the most delicious fudgy brownies- and you always went out of your way to bring him something if he hadn’t gotten the chance to get something himself. He wanted to think you were bringing things in just as a way to talk to him, or maybe get his attention, but he didn’t let himself buy into that fantasy for too long before the work on his desk directed his thoughts away from you.

Every interaction with you had Lee tongue tied.

It was a hot morning in the middle of July, and Lee felt like he must have sweat off at least ten pounds just sitting at his desk. It was too hot to focus on the paperwork in front of him, and the sweat from his brow began to practically salt his eyes. It was a day where the air made anyone feel too sluggish to even think, and the fans only pushed out warm air. He could hear people chatting out in the hall, and moving about, and it was only then that he realized it was noon. 

“You outdid yourself,” he hears a woman say. 

“It’s really nothing,” he hears you respond and suddenly he feels like he was splashed with ice water to wake him up from the hot sluggishness. 

“Homemade ice-cream?” the other woman exclaims, “Give yourself more credit, hun.”

“Thank you, ma’am. There’s more in the freezer in the break room.” 

Looking out the window of his office that looks out to the secretarial pool, he sees you and your coworker have made their way back to your desks. He sees everyone has small, styrofoam bowls of what he can only assume is ice-cream you made. And were those blondies? 

You were going to be the absolute death of him. 

He saw that you turned shy as soon as anyone would try to compliment you on your baking. The way you’d glance around, and try to hold back a smile from creeping onto your face. You’d look down at your lap, unable to make eye contact as soon as someone recognized you for a job well done. 

You glanced over to the Sheriff’s office from your desk. His face was red, and he had abandoned his tie- more than likely due to the heat that settled throughout the building. You also notice the fact he had unbuttoned the first couple buttons of his uniform shirt and rolled up his sleeves. You don’t let your eyes linger too long, in case he catches you staring from your desk. 

You avert your gaze as soon as he stands up and moves towards the door of his office. You pretend to busy yourself with your rolodex like you’re looking for a phone number until he passes, and you can sense his eyes on you as he crosses the room. He disappears into the break room and you sigh, like you somehow got away with something. 

An elderly woman named Edith who sits a few desks away from you on the other side of the room looks like she’s going to get up to get herself something. You always make sure to get up and offer to get her whatever it is she’s looking to get herself. She always thanks you, insists that she doesn’t need help, but still sends you on any errand she may have. You don’t mind, not at all, ever. 

“Well, I was going to go make myself a cup of tea,” she says, handing you her tea cup, clearly a piece of her own china set she must have back home. You smile and nod, but you dread walking into the break room: one, because you’ll need to use one of the burners on the stove to boil the water, and two, you’ll without a doubt run into the Sheriff. 

“Afternoon, Sheriff,” you greet with a small smile when you walk in. He’s leaning up against the small table with a bowl of the ice-cream in his hand, and you can also see he took one of the blondies as well. 

“Hello, (y/n),” he replies, standing up a little straighter, “The ice-cream is phenomenal.”

“Thank you, Sheriff,” you reply, his complement making you grin from ear to ear. It wouldn’t be until years later Lee would tell you just how much it made him fall in love with you. 

“Look, um,” he asks, looking down at his shoes, “I’ve been meaning to ask you…”

“Yes?”

“Well, um, if you wouldn’t mind letting me treat ya? You know… You always are so nice bringing stuff in. I figured I could return the favor… like dinner or something? Maybe. Only if you’d want to.”

“Like a date?” you ask shyly, trying to contain yourself at his proposal. He can’t help but blush and his face turns a shade pinker than normal. 

“I mean, I suppose… like a date,” he mumbles, trying to gauge how you feel, completely worried about the possible rejection. 

“I’d love that,” you smile.

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hey, hello. How about D / N the perfect wife in Lee's eyes, but she will reject him because he is too old for her.

Ooo I love this concept! I think I took it in a slightly different direction but I hope it's still okay.

“I already said I ain’t interested, Sheriff,” you chuckle, wiping the counter down before shoving the rag back into the pocket of your apron.

“Look, honey, if it makes no difference to you. I’m gonna ask anyways- fully knowing you’re gonna say no,” Lee says with a smile, putting down his coffee cup, “Cause I won’t be able to live with myself if I stop asking and the day I stop you might’ve changed your mind.”

You roll your eyes, and bite back a grin, before walking over to one of the tables in your section. You refill a couple of coffee cups, and stack up some empty plates in your arms to take them back to the kitchen.

“Ask ya again tomorrow, darlin’” he says, dropping the money for his lunch on the counter and putting his hat back on.

“Turn ya down tomorrow,” you call back jokingly behind your shoulder, before opening the swinging door with your back and he smiles at you one more time before heading out the door, the bell ringing as he walks out. You shake your head, leaning back on the door, before disappearing into the kitchen.

“How long are you going to string that poor man along?” a fellow waitress asks.

“I don’t know,” you giggle, “Maybe tomorrow I’ll change my mind.”

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