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Trust is for the Weak Pt. 2

Lunch club!Jschlatt x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Dubcon, swearing, forearm, gets spicy.

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan ❤️ @youngcreatorlady 💜 @ogelizasoot 🩷

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Y/n pulled away from Schlatt, running out onto the porch and looking around for any sign of Ted.

"Leave him, he's gonna die anyway." Schlatt said from his place in the livingroom.

"You'd love that wouldn't you? You've always been jealous of him, even when nothing was going on. Always so fuckin jealous, I should've seen it before..."

Schlatt turned to you, anger in his eyes.

"Seen what before? That I was the killer? That I was the one who killed Kristen?"

Y/n began backing up, nearly tripping on the door mat. She turned and ran outside and around the house, nearly screaming when she bumped into a large figure.

Y/n was grabbed by the shoulders and slammed into the side of the house, and a hand covered her mouth.

"Mph!" She attempted to speaking, pulling the hand away. "Ted!"

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug, "Are you okay? He stabbed you, I-I thought you were dead."

"I'm alright, the knife didn't get me where it's too serious."

"We need to call the police, where did Charlie go?"

Ted winced in pain, "He ran to the neighbors."

"Alright, we'll go there."

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3 yrs later

"Hey, Y/n." Ted said, walking up to the counter of the coffee shop. She's been working there for a few months since her, Ted, and Charlie had moved.

"Hey, Teddy. How are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm alright, I asked out this really cute girl..."

"Lemme guess, she said she'll go out with you?"

"Nope, turns out she was over thirty and married with four kids."

Y/n slapped her hand over her face, shaking her head. "Are you kidding? You couldn't tell?"

"No, she's one of those women who developed late."

"Oh lovely, what was your reaction when she said she was over thirty?"

"I spit my mountain dew all over her...on accident of course."

Y/n giggled, leaning against the counter and waiting for another customer.

"When are you off?" He asked.

"45 minutes, wanna hangout at one of the tables till I'm done here?"

"Yeah...Y/n..."

"Yeah?"

"When you are done, imma need to talk something serious with you...okay?"

"Y-yeah...of course."

When Y/n's shift was over, she ast across from Ted in a booth. The look on his face concerned her.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"I got a call from a pal back home, apparently he caught sight of a guy that looked like Schlatt."

"Are you kidding? J probably fled the country after what happened."

Ted gave her a serious look, "Y/n this could get bad. My pal said the guy had the back of his truck packed like he was gonna go for a long trip."

"So? Why is he spying on some poor dude?"

"Y/n it was a black 2016 Ford F-150. Which is the same truck Schlatt has wanted since it came out."

Y/n felt a shiver roll down her spine, "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying this guy might be Schlatt, and if it is he might be coming here."

"How the hell would he know where we are?" She asked. "We didn't tell anyone that we were coming here."

Ted looked down at his hands, he wanted to say something and she could see it.

"Who did you tell?" She asked.

"Dennis Michelin."

"You told Dickhead Dennis!? You tell that man to keep a secret from someone and they're the first person he runs his mouth too!"

"I know! I was drunk! It was a mistake!"

"Yeah Teddy! A mistake that's probably gonna cost us our lives."

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Y/n was walking back to her apartment, the night was cold and quiet. The street was dimly lit by a few blinking street lights. She walked through the grass next to her building and when her feet it the gravel of the parking lot, she immediately stopped.

There in front was a truck she had never seen before, it was a black Ford F-150. Y/n couldn't tell if it was a 2016 or not without opening the driver side door, but it's not like she was gonna break it some poor sobs truck just to see the year.

She went up to the buildings door, typing in the code and slipping inside. Y/n made her way up the steps and took out her key, hesitating to turn it once it was in the lock.

"This is just stupid." She whispered, "He doesn't know where you are."

With that Y/n took a deep breath and pushed her door open. Her apartment was quite, the lights were off. The moon cascading a blue tint through the livingroom and kitchen.

Y/n set down her purse and slowly made her way down the hall, she opened her bedroom door and stepped inside. Nothing had changed from when she left this morning, she took off her coat and set it on the bed.

Y/n held her breath and stayed silent, waiting for any sign of movement in her home. There was nothing but the ticking of the clock and the beat of her racing heart.

She sighed, going back down the hallway and into the kitchen. Y/n opened the fridge, about to grab the bottle of wine when a figure sitting in the chair in front of the window caught her eye.

Y/n spun around and went to grab a knife from the block when the figure spoke.

"I wouldn't do that, Y/n/n." The sound of a pistol being cocked caught her attention. "Be a good girl, and take your hand away from the knife...slowly."

She could hear it was J, is accent was stronger and his voice was deeper.

"J?" She asked.

"Yeah, princess. It's me."

As she turned back to him, he stood. J was bigger than the last time she saw him. His face was still shaded from the light being behind him, but she could see the gun being pointed at her.

"You gonna kill me?"

"Why would I do that?" His tone was calm, it made the butterflies return to her stomach. A feeling she hasn't felt for three years. "Hmm? Why would I kill you when I can just take you with me?"

"W-what?"

"I love you, Y/n. When I couldn't find you after you ran from me it hurt, and I was scared for you...I knew I messed up...I shouldn't have let you run."

"You say you love me...but you're pointing a gun at me."

Schlatt took a shaky breath, but didn't lower his weapon.

"Come here."

She stayed where she was, "No."

"Are you afraid of me?"

Y/n shook her head.

"Then come here."

She slowly took a step forward, waiting to see when would happen. All she could hear was his shaking breaths and that same clock.

Y/n finally got close enough to where their shoes were almost touching. He lowered the gun and set it on the table behind him.

His hand came up and closed around her throat, it wasn't tight enough to choke her but Schlatt could definitely feel her pulse.

"You are scared." He said, resting his forehead against hers.

"You're bigger."

Schlatt chuckled, placing his hand on her hip and pulling her closer. He leaned down and planted kisses against her neck.

"I've missed your scent." He whispered. "Your touch."

He slid his hands under her shirt, making her gasp. Schlatt was so warm and gentle, it was hard for her to see him as the person who killed their friends.

"Let me feel you, baby." His breath of hot on her neck. "let me take care of you."

"J-....n-no....we can't."

"Shh, I know you want it."

Y/n looked up at him, only this time she could see his face. He had chops and his hair was longer and pulled back with a head band.

She felt heat pool between her legs just at the sight of him.

"Ohh." He whispered, "She likes what she sees."

Without warning Y/n took him by the sides of his face and pulled him into a searing kiss. He picked her up and walked them into her bedroom, laying Y/n down on her soft mattress.

Schlatt began unbuttoning her shirt, planted kisses down her body.

Memories played in her head of Schlatt before that night three years ago. They were so close, she had always wanted to feel his body against hers and his voice as he whispers sweet praises in her ear.

Schlatt gripped her wrists and held her down, attacking her sweet spot and pressing his knee between her legs.

"I'm gonna take you with me, sweetheart. You won't ever have to run again."

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Chapter Six

Two chickadees chattered away as they landed on the porch railing a few feet from you. You had gotten a text shortly after you finished work from James and Anna asking you to call them. Your hand gripped the phone tighter than usual as it rang.

"Hi, honey." Anna's warm voice greeted. "You're on speaker. James is here too."

"Hi, hun."

"Hey, I got your text. Is...is everything okay?"

"Well..."

James picked up when his wife trailed off. "If anything happened with Nick, you made us promise to tell you. You know he talked to us a couple of times if we were outside at the same time, telling us you weren't around because you found out you were sick and had to go away for treatment." He took a breath. "He came to see us this afternoon."

"And?" You asked nervously.

"He asked where you were."

Your stomach dropped. "He knows you helped me."

"No, he doesn't know for sure. He saw the video of us dropping someone off at the bus station but there is no proof that it's you. There aren't any surveillance cameras on our street and we sure as hell aren't going to tell him anything."

"Honey?" Anna said when you stayed quiet.

"But, you know what he's like." Your voice wavered.

"Violet, you don't have to worry about us," James assured. "He's not going to hurt us or do anything like that because he knows he will get in trouble. You know I still have friends in the police department from my lawyer days."

"But-"

"But, nothing, hun. We will be okay and so will you." Anna reassured. "He has no idea where you are."

You took a deep breath. "Okay."

"Violet!" Tate grinned as he and Kayce walked over after being in the barn.

"Hi, bud."

"Oh, is that Tate?!" Anna asked.

"Yes, it's Tate."

He sat in the empty chair next to you. "Who are you talkin' to?"

"I'm talking to James and Anna."

"Your neighbors when you were in California? Can I talk to them?!"

You smiled. "Tate wants to say hi."

"Yes. Yes. Put him on." Anna urged while James chuckled.

"They have it on speaker so you can hear both of them."

He eagerly took your phone and began telling them all about the ranch, school, and everything in between.

"Hey, baby." Kayce kissed you before sitting down on the arm of your chair.

"Hi." You gave him a small smile before resting your head on the side of his thigh. His hand started playing with your hair while you both listened to Tate talk to your adopted grandparents like they had known each other their whole life.

Ten minutes later John walked out onto the porch. He looked at Tate with questioning eyes.

"I'm talking to Violet's grandparents. Wait. I need to talk to you." Tate told him before focusing back on the phone. "I have to go. It was nice talking to you. Oh, and you don't have to worry about Violet cause my dad really likes her. He even lets her drive his truck. I'll take care of her too." He gave the phone back to you with a grin.

"Hi."

"Honey, he is the sweetest thing. And, it makes me so happy to hear that you and Kayce are doing so well."

James chuckled. "He's quite the kid. We can't wait to meet him, and everyone else there, someday."

"Me too."

"We don't want to keep you. We'll talk again soon. Love you, hun."

"So much," James added.

You smiled. "Love you too. Bye."

"Grandpa, what are you doin'?" Tate asked John.

"I gotta go to town to pick up a few things."

"You know, if I come, you could take me for ice cream. Remember when I helped you bath your horse, you said you would take me for ice cream."

"That I did."

"So?!"

John laughed, "Let's go then."

"Come for a ride with me?" Kayce asked after you watched them drive off.

"Okay."

He took your hand and the two of you walked to the barn. While he saddled up his horse, you checked on Storm.

"Hey, pretty girl." She immediately walked up to the stall door so you could pet her. "Here." You pulled a peppermint out of your pocket and gave it to her, smiling when her soft nose brushed against your palm. "She looks so much better and it's only been two and a half months."

"Well, she had a good owner." Kayce grinned as he walked up and pet her. "Ready to go?"

"Mhm." You gave her another peppermint before walking out of the barn and into the fence behind it. After climbing up, Kayce joined you.

"Do you want to do it?" He offered you the reigns.

"You can."

"Yes ma'am." He rested his hand on your thigh while the other wrapped around you.

You leaned against him. As you rode up into the mountains you were quiet, thoughts of your neighbors and your ex filled your head.

When you got to the meadow, he pulled back on the reigns and the horse stopped. Kayce swung his leg over and stepped down. Before you could do the same he stopped you. "I got ya."

A smile pulled at your lips and you swung your leg in front of you so you were sitting on the saddle with your legs hanging over the same side. He reached up and you slid down into his arms. After his lips pressed against yours, he let you go so he could tie his horse up. You walked into the meadow and sat down on the soft grass.

Kayce joined you, sinking next to you. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm good."

"Letty," his hand gently took your chin and turned your face towards him, "I've known you long enough to know when you're lying."

"I was just thinking about James and Anna."

"You miss them." He said softly and you nodded. "Dad would give you time off so you could go visit them."

"No. I'm never going back there." It tumbled out fast, too fast, and your breath caught in your throat. "I mean, how could you after being somewhere as beautiful as it is here." Please, believe me.

He knew that wasn't the reason but he didn't push. "They can come visit you here then. There's lots of room if they wanted to stay at the ranch. I would love to meet them and by the amount of time that Tate spent talking to them on the phone, he would too."

"Yeah, that would be nice. Someday they'll have to." You looked at him and gave him a hopeful smile.

He smiled back before kissing you. "So, you've been here for four months and I don't know very much about you." Your breath caught in your throat. "Like what's your favourite colour or favourite food?"

You relaxed and leaned into him. "Well, my favorite color is blue, and my favorite food...burgers. Oh, and pizza. What's yours?"

"Okay, I have another one. Favorite flower?" He asked after going back and forth through all of the basics. "Let me guess..." his eyes studied you. "Roses 'cause you're the kind of girl who deserves the best."

You shook your head. "It's not roses."

"Maybe it's because no guys have been smart enough to get them for you."

"Uh, my umm, last boyfriend got me roses all the time." You noticed him stiffen slightly at the mention of a boyfriend. "I hate them, I always have. I like daisies."

"The white ones?"

"Mhm. Plain, simple, pretty. Roses are pretty too but there's no thought behind them. Everyone just goes to the store, grabs a dozen roses and that's it."

"Daisies it is." He smirked. "And you're right, roses are boring. What do you say we head back? It's getting close to supper time." You nodded and he got up before offering his hand to you. Once he helped you to your feet, he pulled you close and pressed his lips against yours.

You leaned into him, kissing him back. "Come on. We have to go. Oh, and your horse still needs a name." Your giggle filled the meadow as you headed toward his horse.

*****

"Ready to go, baby?" Kayce asked as you walked into the living room.

"Ready."

"Yay!" Tate cheered and ran to the front door. "Let's go!"

You and Kayce chuckled, making your way to the now-open front door that Tate flung open and ran through. Before you stepped outside, Kayce's arm slid around your waist and pulled you against him. "You look really good." His eyes took you and the new dress you had bought a few days ago in. The white sundress with embroidered lacy hem that you paired it with white canvas sneakers and a denim jacket.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He smirked, backing you against the door. Your hands slid over his shoulders and pulled him even closer with a grin on your face. A chuckle left his lips before they pressed against yours for a quick yet thorough kiss. When he pulled away, you let out a small whine leaving him chuckling for a second time. "God, you're cute."

"Stop." You giggled, giving him a playful shove.

"Violet. Dad. Come on!"

"We're coming." Your hand slipped into the cowboy's standing in front of you. "Your son is ready for pizza. Let's go."

"Yes, ma'am." Kayce kissed your temple before following you down the porch steps.

Kayce's arm was draped across your lap, his hand resting on your thigh. "I think he had fun." He chuckled as he glanced at Tate, who was sound asleep and curled up against the passenger door.

"I think you're right." You smiled as you watched him sleep for a few seconds before resting your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. "So did I."

"Me too." His lips pressed against your hair. "Letty?" He said after a couple of silent minutes.

"Hmm?"

"I talked to my old commander. I...I'm thinking about re-enlisting."

You sat up abruptly, your hold on his arm tightening. "What? Why? Is it because of me? I thought-I thought we were okay."

"Because I...I've been keeping things from you. I didn't just kill the guy who shot Lee."

"I know."

"It wasn't just the ones in the Navy either. When I told you I wasn't a good man when it comes to most things, I wasn't lying. I've killed people here. The ranch-"

"Kayce, I know."

His worried eyes left the road and came to you. "You know? Dad?"

A soft smile pulled at your lips. "Lee." One of your hands left his arm and wrapped around his after he stopped the truck in the middle of the desolate road. "He wanted me to know that you go above and beyond for the ranch and the people you love."

"You deserve someone better than me."

"And, you deserve someone better than me. Kayce, you are an amazing man and I want to be with you. What you've done in the past doesn't change that. Neither will what you do in the future. I know how valuable the ranch is and what people will do to get it. And, I know how much the ranch means to you and your family. It's your life. Your family didn't go through everything they did to come to this place, to keep this place back then, to lose it to someone who wants to turn it into an airport, and whatever else they want to do with it. There's enough for the transplants here to do." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as you placed your hand over his heart. "I want you, Kayce, all of you. The good and what you think is the bad. Please, don't go."

"Letty," his hands cupped your face as his eyes became glassy. "I don't know what I did to be lucky enough to call you mine."

"Right back at you." He leaned in and kissed you firmly before resting his forehead against yours. "You should probably start driving again so we're not parked in the middle of the road when someone comes around the corner."

He chuckled. "Yeah because there is nonstop traffic on this road."

You giggled and a smile formed on his handsome face. "Don't leave." Your hold on him tightened again.

"I'm not going anywhere, Letty." His lips pressed against yours. "You're stuck with me and the kid who could sleep through anything."

You went back to cuddling against his side while Tate snored softly next to you.

Suddenly, flashing red and blue lights lit up the darkness, and not just from one police car. Kayce pulled over. "Kayce Dutton. Get out of the truck with your hands up." Came over the megaphone speaker.

"Kayc." You clutched Kayce's arm as he pulled over.

"It's okay, baby. I'll be okay."

"But-"

"Come out with your hands up!"

"Letty, Jamie's the best lawyer around. I'll be home before you know it." He gave you a quick kiss before opening his door and getting out.

You watched him back up with his hands above his head. When they told him to stop and get on his knees, he did. He didn't resist when they put his hands behind his back and put handcuffs on him. His brown eyes pierced your watery ones before they put him in the back of one of the police cars.

"My name is Ben Waters, the police chief in Broken Rock." A Native American man informed after walking up to the truck. "Kayce said your name is Violet."

"Y-yes." You wiped away the tears that were trickling down.

"We arrested Kayce for the murder of Robert Long. Do you have a license or do you need to call someone to come get you?"

Your hands started fumbling in your purse. "I-I have a license."

He placed his hand on the top of the open door. "It's okay. I don't need to see it. I've seen you driving the Dutton's work truck and I know John wouldn't let you run errands without one. Drive safe."

"I will." The police chief nodded before shutting the door for you. You slid over into the driver's seat and started the truck. As you headed back to the ranch it took everything you had to keep from bursting out in tears. I can't or I'll wake up Tate. Kayce will be fine. He's going to be fine.

John and Jamie were in the living room sitting in front of the fireplace when you got home. "Ah, they've returned. Did you have fun?" John asked as he looked over his shoulder at you.

"It was great! We had pizza and then walked around. Then we stopped for ice cream!"

"Sounds like a good time." Jamie smiled at his nephew.

"Where's your dad?"

"He stopped to help someone on the way home," Tate answered his grandpa before looking up at you. "I know you're going to tell me it's time for bed. Can you read me a story since Dad's not here?"

"Go put your pajamas on and brush your teeth. I'll be right up."

John waited until Tate disappeared upstairs before asking again. "Where's Kayce?"

"They-they arrested him." A few tears slipped free. "The reservation arrested him for killing the man who shot Lee." You drew in a shaky breath as Kayce's dad and brother came over to you. "Tate was asleep the whole time. He didn't see."

"It's going to be okay," John assured and wrapped you in his arms.

"You've got me, remember?" Jamie squeezed your shoulder. "I'm going to make a few calls." He said before going to John's office.

John guided you to the couch and you both sat down. "Did they ask to see your license? Did they run it?"

"The police chief asked if I had one so I could drive back. He didn't ask to see it though. He said he knew you and you wouldn't let someone drive your work trucks if they didn't have one."

Some of the tension left his shoulders. "Good. And, Kayce will be home before you know it." When you nodded, he squeezed your knee. "We've got Jamie and I know the police chief."

You nodded again. "I should go tuck Tate into bed."

John stood up and walked you to the stairs. "How great you are with Tate, knowing the things Kayce's done and still being with him...you're an amazing woman, Violet. We're all lucky to have you here."

"Being with Kayce, spending time with Tate, living here with all of you; I'm the lucky one. Umm, if you hear from Kayce or hear anything, wake me up?"

"Of course."

"Violet! I'm in bed!"

Hearing Tate yelling for you made you both let out a chuckle. "Goodnight, Violet."

"Goodnight."

"Violet?" Tate asked before you started reading.

"Yeah, bud?"

"When's dad gonna be home?"

You drew in a shaky breath as you buried your emotions. "I'm not sure."

He nodded. "The person he's helping must have a lot to do." His face lit up and he looked at you with excitement. "Can you have a sleepover with me tonight?"

"Okay." He scooted over giving you more room. You smiled at the sweet little boy before getting comfy. "Alright, ready for the story?"

"Ready." He said after cuddling up to you.

By the time you finished reading, Tate was hugging your arm and fast asleep. You placed a kiss on the top of his head before laying back on the pillow. Tears leaked from your eyes at the thought of Kayce sitting in a jail cell. It's only for tonight hopefully. Jamie and John will get him out. It's going to be okay. He's going to be okay. Your eyes went to the window where a full moon was shining bright. You smiled as an image of your boyfriend looking at the same moon came to your head. Goodnight, Kayc.

*****

You were sitting outside with John and Tate when the helicopter flew over the mountains and landed on the lawn. Relief washed over you when Kayce got out behind Jamie.

"Dad!" Tate went running over.

"Hey, buddy." Kayce picked him up and carried him back over to you and his dad. "Did you have fun with Violet and your grandpa?"

"Yeah. Guess what?! Since you were busy helping people, Violet read me a bedtime story AND she had a sleepover with me!"

Kayce smiled enthusiastically. "She did?"

"Yep, and Grandpa said when you got home he would take me to town for ice cream!"

"Ice cream two days in a row. I never got ice cream two days in a row."

"Because you never did all your chores." John let out a chuckle. "Why don't you go to the truck? I'll be right behind you."

"Okay." Tate ran to the truck as soon as Kayce set him down.

When he was far enough away, John focused on his two sons. "It's taken care of?"

Jamie nodded, "it's done."

"He owed me a favor," John informed when he saw the confusion in your eyes. "Come on, Jamie. Tate wants you to come for ice cream too because all you do is work."

The three of you let out a laugh and Jamie even joined in. "I don't remember the last time I went for ice cream."

"You're with us then. We'll see you two later."

While they headed towards a waiting Tate, Kayce pulled you into a crushing hug. Your hands clung to the back of his shirt. "I told you everything would be okay."

"Mhm."

"Come for a walk with me?" You nodded so he let you go only to take your hand. He gave you a long, deep kiss before you made your way to the treehouse.

After sinking into the grass, you sat across his lap. "Are you okay?" You asked, your hands resting against the sides of his neck.

"I'm good. Better now that I'm home with you and Tate."

Your heart fluttered hearing him include you when talking about home and his son. "Is it really over? They're dropping the charges?"

"Yeah. Dad saved the police chief's life a while back."

"So, he saved yours, in a way."

"If they didn't agree to it, I would've been locked up for life. Not seeing you all day makes me crazy." His hand slid across your cheek. "Last night I could see the moon out of the window in the cell they put me in. It's dumb but I felt closer to you."

A smile pulled at your lips. "Really?! After I finished reading to Tate I lay there looking at the moon. I pictured you doing the same thing."

"I guess we were made for each other or something."

"I guess so." The smirk you loved formed before he leaned in and kissed you. As you rested your foreheads against each others, the sound of wings flapping drew your attention to a nearby tree.

Kayce held you tighter when he saw the eagle. "I think Lee is pretty damn proud of himself for practically forcing us together." The familiar bird called out before taking off and gliding over the valley.

"I think you're right."

"You have no idea how happy I am that you showed up here."

"I'm even happier." An image of your ex flashed through your mind but you buried it. He doesn't know where I am. I'm safe here. Kayce's hand gently took hold of your chin and pulled you in for a long, sweet kiss. When you parted you nestled against him, resting your head on his shoulder. For the next half an hour you sat there holding each other, thankful that you could look out over the mountains together instead of looking at each other through prison bars.

*****

Kayce's hand was wrapped around yours as the two of you walked to the corral where his horse was already saddled up. Before you climbed on, you noticed a blanket rolled up and tied onto the saddle and a basket sitting on the ground close by. "Are we having a picnic?!"

"Maybe." He smirked. "Hop up." Once you were seated he handed you the basket and climbed on with you.

"Okay, what's the occasion?" You asked when you got to the meadow.

"I know you love coming out here for our dates instead of going out for dinner or whatever normal couples do so," he spread out the blanket and you both sat down, "I thought I would bring dinner to us."

You watched as he pulled out fancy sandwiches, fruit, cheese, and a bottle of sparkling grape juice since you both didn't drink alcohol.

"You made this?" You asked skeptically.

A laugh left his lips "I never said I made it, I said I brought it."

"Gator?"

"Mhm. He also made this." His hand went back into the basket and pulled out a pie, which was the perfect size for two. "He was going to make a cake but I remembered you saying you like pie better than cake." He set it down on the blanket. "I also remembered it's our two-month anniversary."

On top of the pie, there was a number two made out of dough. Your eyes shot back to the man who was rapidly breaking down the walls you had built around your heart. How did I get so lucky?

"I know it's only two months and nothing big. It's kinda stupid and cheesy." He rambled when you didn't say anything.

"No, it's..."

"Hey, shh." His hands came up and cupped your face when he saw your watery eyes. "What's wrong? Was it too dumb of an idea? In my defense, Tate and Gator both urged me to do it. In hindsight, it's probably not the best idea to take dating advice from a seven-year-old and a guy who I've never seen with a girl."

You giggled. "No, it's...it's perfect."

He let out a sigh of relief before leaning in and kissing you.

"Hi," Kayce said softly and leaned in. You had finished eating and put everything back into the basket, setting it on the edge of the blanket.

"Hi." Your hand came up and rested on his toned, work-shirt-covered chest. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in, and his other hand slid into your hair. The kiss carried on but as it started getting heated, you pulled away. "I...I'm sorry. I-"

"Baby, you don't have to apologize. I didn't do this to get you to sleep with me." He tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled. "I did it because you are the most amazing woman I've ever met and I l- I like you, a lot. There's no rush. I'll wait for however long you need for you to be ready."

"Thank you." You wanted to tell him the real reason you left California, about Nick, but you were scared. So, you put it off and kept putting it off. After him getting arrested two days ago and everything he planned today; I don't want to ruin this. I'll tell him...tomorrow maybe...

He laid down on the blanket before gently pulling you down next to him. His arms around you as he looked up at the blue sky.

Your head rested on his chest and did the same. "That one looks like a bird." You pointed up at a fluffy white cloud floating by.

"That one looks like a dog chasing a...a fish?" You both laughed. "I don't remember the last time I did this. I could get used to it." He stated as he held you tighter.

"Me too." You cuddled up against his side before looking up at him. "At least once a month we have to lie back and look at the clouds."

"Deal."

"I think Tate would like it too."

"I think you're right." He smiled and a look you couldn't place flashed through his eyes. His lips found yours for a heartwarming kiss.

More of the wall crumbled away and you rested your head back on his chest, looking back up at the sky and silently thanking God for ending up here.

"It's starting to get dark. We better go, baby." He kissed your forehead before the two of you stood up and gathered the basket and blanket.

"Hi, still nameless horse." Kayce reached over and squeezed your waist, leaving you giggling. "I saved this for you." You held out a slice of apple and the horse gobbled it up. After scratching his nose, you climbed onto his back. Kayce handed you the blanket and basket before doing the same.

The darkness slowly settled in on the ride back and when you got back to the yard, the stars were starting to come to life. "Can I walk you to your door?"

"Yes," you smiled, taking the picnic basket and blanket from him so he could put his horse back in his stall for the night. When he finished his hand entwined with yours and you went inside.

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, baby." He leaned his back against your doorframe and pulled you against him.

"Yes, I do," your hands slid over his shoulders and started playing with his hair, "the picnic, you being so amazing, all of it. It was the best date I've ever had."

"Anything for you, Letty."

You blushed. "And umm, thank you for being so patient with me."

His hand slid across your cheek. "I told you I'd wait no matter how long. You are one million percent worth it." Your cheeks darkened. He leaned down and kissed you long and softly.

"Goodnight, Kayce."

"Goodnight, Letty."

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You froze when your eyes landed on the blanket and the bouquet of daisies lying on it. "Kayc."

"Come on." He smiled and took your hand, leading you the rest of the way. "I had to go to town this morning and got them for you. That and this." Under the flowers was a chocolate bar that he handed you after you both sat down.

"Chocolate?"

"Before we went to the reserve to get the cows back, I asked you to watch Tate and I said I owed you. You said you like chocolate."

A soft smile formed. "You remembered."

"I remember everything when it comes to you."

"Thank you for the chocolate and flowers...for everything."

He leaned in. "You don't have to thank me. I would do anything for you." His hand slid across your cheek and into your hair, pulling you in for a kiss.

As the kiss carried on, it grew more heated. A memory of your ex suddenly slammed into you, taking over. "No! Stop! Stop!" You pushed him away and scrambled to your feet.

"Violet!" Kayce jumped up, slowly making his way over to your trembling frame. "Baby?"

You frantically looked around. He's not here. It's not him. It's Kayce. Tears started streaming from your eyes. "I-I'm sorry. I-"

"Hey, shh. Shh." He hesitantly reached for you and you burrowed into his arms. "It's okay. I got you." When your crying stopped, he ran a hand over your hair. "Letty, talk to me."

"It-it's nothing."

"That wasn't nothing." While he dried your cheeks, his eyes suddenly widened. "Someone...did someone r...r..." He couldn't make himself say rape but you knew what he meant. Your hands wrung together as you gave a small nod. "Just tell me one thing. Was it someone here, in Montana?"

"No. California."

"Your ex?"

"Y-yes."

He nodded slowly before his hands came up and cupped your face. "I will wait as long as you need, Letty."

"Thank you." You said quietly.

"Did you want to sit here for a bit or go back to the house?"

"Can we go back?"

"Of course. Whatever you want."

A small smile pulled at the corners of your mouth but it slowly faded. While you rode back, flowers and chocolate in hand, your thoughts were on Nick. The hell he had put you through and hell he would put you through if he found you.

"Want to have dinner with us?" Kayce asked after one of the ranch hands took his horse from him and you walked up onto the porch. "I would love it. So would Tate and everyone else."

"Umm, I'm not hungry. And, I have my laundry to put away. Don't tell Tate my clothes are still sitting in the basket because he always gets in trouble for not putting away his laundry right away." You smiled.

He smiled back. "My lips are sealed." The hand that was holding yours gently stopped you, turning you to face him. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm."

"Okay..."

"I'm fine, really." The hand that wasn't holding the gifts he got you came up and rested on his chest. You smiled softly when you heard Tate yell for him from the dining room. "Go eat."

"Want to play a board game or watch a movie with Tate and I later?"

Your small smile returned. "I think I'm just going to lie in bed and eat my chocolate."

The concern was still evident in his eyes but he didn't push. "Alright. I'll see you in the morning, baby. Sleep well." After giving you a kiss, he went to the dining room while you went to the hallway closet next to your room and got a vase.

When you set the daisies on your nightstand, the tears that you had been holding back started trickling down. By the time you leaned the chocolate bar against the sparkling glass vase and curled up on your bed, the trickle of tears had turned to a river. You buried your face in the pillow to muffle your sobs while memories of being with Nick filled your head.

"He raped her. He..." a harsh breath left Kayce's lips. "He raped her, dad."

"Shit."

Kayce looked over at John. "You said she told you a bit about her past. Did you know?"

"No. She never told me he raped her." Your boyfriend looked at him waiting for more. "She will tell you everything when she's ready."

"I want to kill him."

John took a sip of whiskey from his glass. "You and me both, son."

"I...I love her."

"I know you do." John smiled.

Meanwhile, you had been lying in bed trying to fall asleep for the last three hours. It was 1:30 in the morning but your mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts and memories.

After a few more minutes you threw the covers off and made your way down the hall. A light from the living room grabbed your attention as you made your way into the kitchen to make a cup of tea.

With peppermint tea in hand you went to the living room to turn the light off. "Oh." You froze when you saw Kayce and John sitting by the fireplace. "I thought everyone went to bed and forgot to turn the light off."

"What are you still doing up, baby?"

"I umm, I couldn't sleep so I got up to make some tea. Since there is someone in here I'll leave the light on. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Violet." John said with a soft smile.

"Goodnight, Letty."

Five minutes later you were sitting in bed holding your half empty mug when there was a knock on your door. "Come in."

Kayce stepped into your room. "Hi." He walked up to the bed. "Can I lie with you for a while? If you don't want me to it's okay?"

"You can." You set you mug on the nightstand and moved over. Once he lay down, you curled up next to him.

“Is it okay if I stay until you fall asleep?"

"Can you stay all night?"

"Yeah, of course." He held you closer and kissed your forehead." Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Kayc." You nestled into him. A few minutes later you were sleeping peacefully.

The cowboy holding you was still awake though. "I am never going to let him touch you again, Violet. You have my word." He swore into your hair before placing a kiss in the same spot. He listened to you breathing softly before it finally lulled him to sleep.

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d3a7h · 2 years

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𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜. 3

Pairing(s): Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader

Part 3

Warning(s): Language, Shooting, Blood, Suicide(Its the dean masters case :))

Word Count: 2385

quick psa: Uhm. Alot of the start will be alot of just cases and minor interactions between Y/N and people. This is a slowburn romance book.

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“House belongs to a Dean Masters his file was red-flagged to notify intellegence, but he must have been before my time.” “Oh, yeah, him. That robbery at the art institute last year. We liked him as the fence.” Voight told us all, I was at home before all of this went down, but our job never sleeps. “Neighbors said they heard a woman scream, we knocked, he yelled out that he had a gun and to leave him alone.”

We all went up to the door, Voight knocked before calling out, “Masters, this is Sergeant Voight with the Chicago Police.” He nodded to Jay, causing Jay to cock his shotgun before Voight started to speak again. “Open up, make this easy on all of us.” We heard a woman yell, “He’s gonna kill me!” So we had incentive for Jay to shoot the lock and kick the door open. We all went inside guns drawn, Voight told Masters to drop his gun to which Masters threatened to kill her.

Erin tried to coax him to let her go, I was trying to calm him down. He let her go and I could see a change in his demeanor, “I’m dead anyway.” I heard the gun go off and quickly looked at the floor turning away. I went to go sit outside as we waited for people to take pictures and mark evidence. Paramedics took the girl Masters had to check her out, Voight wanted to keep a uniform with her to keep her safe.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to see Antonio, “Hey ‘Tonio.” “You okay kid?” “Yeah I’m fine, was just upsetting to see someone think they needed to take that route.” “You should get home, get some rest.” “I’ll do that, see you in the morning yeah?” “Obviously.”

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𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

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Your alarm blared in your ear causing you to groan when it woke you up. You rubbed your eyes sitting up making sure you had your breathing under control. You stood up and walked out of your room, you turned on the coffee pot and then walked into your bathroom to take a shower. You forgot to even look to see if Jason was still there, you were so used to your routine that you forgot he was supposed to be at your apartment. You turned on the water before looking at yourself in the mirror as you waited for the water to heat up.

As soon as it did you undressed and got into the shower closing the door of it behind you. As soon as the water hit your back you let out a sigh, it felt amazing. You stood there a few more seconds before washing up. You got out, turned off the water wrapped yourself in a towel, and went back to the kitchen.

Y/N’s Pov

Jason was gone, I wasn’t surprised. At least he left a note I guess, I made my coffee and went back to my room to get dressed. I sat on my floor in front of my mirror and did my makeup, it wasn’t much. I always put on mascara, eyelashes and eyeliner, I didn’t really like all the other makeup.

I got up grabbed my keys and left my apartment locking the door behind me. I got into my car and drove it to the district, I was worried about Jason, I wanted to call Voight and say something but Jason’s a grown up. I parked and quickly went up to the bullpen seeing almost everyone up there already. I sat down in an extra chair and Voight came out of his office to talk to us all.

“Dean Masters was a hotshot artist in his 20s. Work dried up, picked up a drug habit, he’s suspected of not only being a fence but also forging paintings.” “What was that thing Intellegence had him on?” Antonio asked and Erin answered, “Stolen Klimt. Never resurfaced” “What the hell is a Klimt?” “An artist” “Named Klimt?” “Yeah.” “That’s a funny name, right? Or am I alone on this? Klimt. Say it out loud.” Erin and Ruzek had a small back and forth before he asked that question to which Jay and I agreed the name is kinda funny.

“So. This whole ‘They’re gonna kill me’ thing that Masters was going on about was either about the stolen painting or something else.” “Or he was just tripping and talking nonsense. I mean, did you see his pupils? He was gakked out of his mind.” “We got a known suspect took his own life rather than face something heavy-duty. We pursure the case.” Voight and Jay had a small back an forth but Jay just nodded, Voight hated when people second guessed him but I loved to do it so when Jay did it I wanted to band wagon. O walked in with the girl from last night which caught all of our attention. Voight asked Erin to talk to her and she took her into the break room.

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𝙰𝚍𝚊𝚖 𝙼𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚛’𝚜 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋

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I was sitting in the car with Jay, Voight, and Ruzek. Antonio was outside of it on the phone, he then walked over to Voight’s window. “Guy who runs this place is Adam Mazur. I know him from Vice. Called him the whac-a-mole pimp. We’d beat him down, and he’d pop up somewhere else a week later with a new stable.” Voight then told us lets go so we all got out of the car and made our way inside the building.

“Membership, guys?” One of the bouncers asked and Voight said yeah and showed them his badge which alarmed them but they didn’t show it. “If you press an alarm I will break your hand. Get up against the wall. Now. Turn around.” Jay said with a smile to the other bouncer standing there.

We walked past the velvet curtains and Voight announced, “Chicago PD. Everybody stay calm.” Antonio saw Mazur and asked him how he was doing, Mazur tried to run immediately. He didn’t even get a step in before Antonio grabbed him slamming him on the bar. Voight asked if he had a girl named Nadia, he tried to lie but Antonio twisted his arm more and he told us she was in room eight.

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𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝

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Ruzek got kicked in the balls and was sitting in the locker room, Jay found it funny, Antonio told him he shouldn’t have let his guard down. He asked my opinion and I just shook my head raising my hands, “Antonios right, never let your guard down. You got played.” I smiled almost laughing before following the two boys out of the locker room.

Uniforms had found Nadia and brought her in, Erin went in to talk to her and I stood on the opposite side of the glass to watch. “So how did you know Dean Masters?” “Didn't really know him. I went on one date with the guy.” “You sure about that? I heard you were his favorite.” “Yeah, I get that a lot.” “I bet.” I saw myself in her and I couldn’t handle it so I walked off.

The boys had just gotten back from checking Dean Masters's house and we were now all looking at the money print that they found. “This is Agent Joe Hill, secret service, Chicago field office. We go back a ways.” Voight introduced us to the guy he had just walked in with. “Where are your earpiece and your sunglasses?” Ruzek asked as he shook his hand, “That's only when Obama is in town.”

“Does this mean we're handing over the case?” Erin asked the question I was wondering too. “No. Technically I can't get involved unless there's actual counterfeit currency found, but Hank just thought I could help,” he said and shook Erin's hand and then mine. “I thought counterfeiters were using high-end printers nowadays,” Jay asked holding the plate in his hand. “There's digital tech that'll print pretty good 5 or 10, then you pass it off at Walgreens buying dollar items that's what we call ‘baby laundering’ using plates— this is old-school. Takes some real work,” he explained to us all.

“There's three steps, the plates, the paper, and the printer. Guess who were looking for now.” Just as Voight stopped talking Jin walked in and asked Erin a question, “the hooker that kicked Ruzek in the nuts how’d she characterize her interaction with Dean Masters?” “Went to his place once.” “45 text messages between him and her over the last two weeks.” As soon as Erin heard that she walked off, I looked at Voight and he looked at me.

Erin soon came back to us and told us what Nadia told her, Jin started to look on security cameras, “Okay, pods found a match to the delivery van with the jesus fish on the back. You know the symbols actually called an ichthys—“ “Jin?” “Fine. You wanna keep calling it a “jesus fish,” knock yourself out. Also found something else.” “Tabernacle?” “Yeah. This vans registered to the Tabernacle of Divinity. Its a storefront church on 63rd and cal. They use it to deliver meals to the elderly.”

“That’s Pastor Mike’s place. An ex-gd.” I said and then Antonio spoke up to finish my sentence. “Supposedly underwent a jailhouse conversion a few years back. Guess it didn't take.” “Alright ill show Nadia a lineup of this guy and his associates if she picks anybody out, i’ll get a warrant,” Erin told us before she walked off yet again.

Once she got the warrant we were at the church, antonio got us through the gates. Jay busted in the front two doors, we heard music coming from behind another so we lined up on the sides so Antonio could kick in the door. “Police! Everybody get on the ground!” We kept telling them to get on the ground and to put their hands behind their heads. We cuffed them all and got them into a police van. Antonio put Pastor Mike in the back of one of our cars.

“No plates, paper, or in general any sign of a printing operation. I dont think pastor mike did this.” I said shrugging before Erin backed me up, “We really think Pastor Mike has the skills for counterfeiting?”

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“Alright, Pastor Mike was contracted by this man…” Antonio put up a picture on the white board before continuing, “Glen Ward. Now, Ward has done federal time in Leavenworth for Counterfeiting. But how Ward and his printing crew hooked up with Dean Masters and Noel Harris is anybodys guess, and why the two of them are both dead now, who knows?” “Pastor Mike didn’t say why Ward wanted them dead?” Jay asked, “He didnt ask.” “It could be any reason,” Erin added on. Ruzek told us that Jin got a hit on the name and found a chem plant.

We almost instantly left, right after we put our vests on. I was with Antonio and Voight, “Looks like Ward’s ready to roll.“ Antonio said to us after he looked inside the truck, Voight opened the passenger seat and saw a bag. “We got eyes in there yet?” Voight asked through the radio. “No were almost there stand by,” O answered back before talking again a few seconds later, “All right, we’re up. Counterfeit Central.” “Theres four presses” “Any Artillery?” “Cant tell.” “Were going in.”

Jay got us through the door and we all went in with our guns drawn, we were heard instantly which got us shot at so we all took cover behind stuff as we returned the shooting and went after different targets. I went after mine who went in a back area, I kept my back to a wall and moved slowly hoping he wouldn’t be able to catch me off guard.

I looked around corners and saw nothing until there was a gunshot and a burning pain in my leg. I didn’t worry about what it was because I was pretty confident I knew, I made my way to where he shot from and he I guess I caught him off guard because he jumped seeing me and pointed a gun at me.

“Drop it. You already shot me once, drop the fucking gun.” I said pointing mine at him, he slowly put the gun down and I kneed him in the groin pulling him up by the collar of his shirt pushing his face against the wall. I caught my breath looking down at my leg seeing the blood, I shook my head and cuffed the guy before holding him by the cuffs and dragging him back to the others.

Erin took the guy from me and sat him with the others, Jay helped me sit down somewhere. “He got you?” “No shit.” Jay smiled and kneeled down in front of me. He held pressure on my leg with his palm causing me to groan and squeeze my eyes shut. “Hey look at me ignore the pain, the ambo will be here soon.” I listened to him looking at him, I didnt want to get lost in his eyes because I knew I missed him. I wanted him to be mine, I wish he loved me still but he seems to like Erin. “Do you remember who I am?” “I met you when we were 16, Its really good to see you out of that life.” I felt dizzy, I saw white slightly, I knew I was losing a lot of blood.

“Jay…” “Yeah?” “Im dizzy” I heard nothing, but I felt myself get lifted before I felt the cold air. I opened my eyes again and saw the ambo, I was relieved when I saw Shay and Gabby. I got seated on the strecher and Jay stayed with me. Gabby sat in the back with us and Shay drove. Gabby was checking everything and did as much as she could. “Its great to see you two again.” “Hows Antonio with you back?” You wanted to answer but everything felt heavy. “Y/N, Y/N, open your eyes, dont you dare not yet.” I heard her voice call my name but it soon faded into nothingness.

#chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #imagine #jay halstead #jay halstead fic #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 2 years

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Ingo x [fem] Reader: You're too loud!

[A snooty neighbor ambushes Y/n while she's getting the mail, and starts yelling at her to keep the noise down, and Y/n for the life of her, can't figure out what the woman is talking about!}

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T rating: for implied sexual activity. (just pillow talk nothing really descriptive.)

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It was a calm summer morning as Y/n stepped outside humming morning train as she walked down the porch and over to the mailbox, Y/n was still humming unaware of her overly pearl clutching neighbor Linda angerly approaching her, until she heard the older woman's snobbish *ahem* from behind her.

Y/n mentally cussed wondering what the hell the woman was going to whine about now? were her Mareep choose sleep pjs too scanty for her liking? it's a tank-top and shorts get over it! "Linda, what can I do for you this fine morning?" Y/n said with false cheer as Linda sniffed at her contempt written all over her withered face. "You keep that disgusting noise down, some people are trying to sleep!" the old woman huffed indignantly, while Y/n just gave her a blank look having no idea what this woman was talking about. "What noise?" the old woman bristled at this response.

"Don't play coy, you know exactly what noise I'm talking about!"

"No Linda, I really don't know anything about any noise."

"Just stop with the noise!"

"If ya would tell me what this noise is, then I'll take care of it!"

The old woman's face was beet red as she sputtering about calling the police if the noise didn't stop! Ingo and Emmet were coming out of the house as Linda was scurrying back to her home, Ingo went to give Y/n a quick peck on cheek, when the sound of Linda slamming her front door the caused him to look across the road at the old crobat's house in bemusement. He then sighed tiredly. Yeah, Linda has that effect on people.... "What was she on about now? Did the wind blow some of our leaves into her yard again?" he muttered keeping his eyes on the old woman's house.

He could see Linda glaring at them from behind the curtain. "Apparently she complaining about "the noise"." Ingo brows furrowed and he looked at Y/n confused. "Noise, What kind of noise?" he looked at his wife incredulously, Y/n just shrugged. She was completely at a loss about their neighbor's gripe. "I asked her about it, but she wouldn't describe it! She just got mad and left." They figured the old woman was just hearing things or likely was trying to stir the pot for no reason other than to cause drama.

[Cut to later that night.]

Ingo collapsed next to Y/n sweaty and out of breath his arm resting lazily on her bare waist as they laid in bed and relaxed in the afterglow of their nightly activities, Ingo pulled his wife close and gave her a kiss on the shoulder. "Are you ok?" he husked as Y/n tiredly nodded. "Do you want some water?" he asked finally getting the feeling back in his legs. "Yeah.." Y/n hummed contently Ingo chuckled and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, as he got his sweatpants on and went downstairs to get a bottle of water for them to share.

Ingo was surprise to see Y/n up from bed when he got back to their room, she was wearing his shirt and was looking out the window concerned he frowned as he came up behind her. "What?" he asked taking a drink from the bottle and handing it to her. "Not sure, but the cops are at Linda's place." she said before taking a drink, Ingo looked out the window and squinted he couldn't really see much without his contacts or glasses on... Was Linda pointing at their house?

There was knock at the door, Ingo and Y/n looked at each other confused, Y/n buttoned up the shirt up and put on some shorts while Ingo got his glasses and a t-shirt on and the two went down stairs and opened the front door, where they were greeted by two equally confused cops and a red face Linda. "Tell them to stop the noise!" the old woman demanded while the cops told her to go wait at her house.

Both Ingo and Y/n let out annoyed sighs. "Lemme guess, noise complaint?" The cops nodded looking tired this wasn't the first time Linda has called them for something arbitrary things, she once called the cops on Emmet for giving out drugs!...It was Halloween candy, they were trick or treaters because it was Halloween. So, yeah the cops take anything Linda says with a grain of salt.

"Did she at least tell you what this noise was, cos we have zero clue on what she's talkin' about!" The cops shook their heads they were hoping Y/n or Ingo would tell them. "She kept getting angry and yelling 'stop the noise' over and over." the couple hummed in confusion as Emmet came up the from the basement for glass of chocolate moo-moo milk. "Emmet did you hear anything weird?" Ingo asked his younger brother who shook his head. "Naw, I didn't hear anything." Emmet said as he finished making his drink; then put his earplugs back in as he went back downstairs to bed... Which Y/n, Ingo and the cops failed to notice.

The cops apologized for bother and the two went back to chat with Linda who would not stop ranting about her supposed 'noisy' neighbors! and the cops needed to stop them!

Eventually the cops got in contact with Linda's son who came to talked to his mother and even he couldn't get her tell him what the noise was, she turned beet red and yelled "It's the noise!" like he would understand her, Linda's son just looked a her very concerned.

Color the Trevithick's surprised when a moving truck appeared in Linda's driveway a day later, apparently Linda's son decided it would be best if his mother went to live with his sister in Johto.

He apologized to Ingo and Y/n for the trouble his mother caused, Linda just sat in his car giving them all the stink eye as they drove away... There was pregnant silence in the air before Emmet bursts out laughing scaring the crap out of Ingo and Y/n. "Hahaha...that was great! good job acting clueless you two!" Emmet cheered as he threw his arms over their shoulders, Ingo and Y/n looked at him bemused.

"What do you mean?"

"*chuckles* C'mon now guys, she's gone you don't have to pretend anymore."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, like you didn't know that Linda could hear you two screwin' like a pair of rabid Explouds!"

Needless to say, Ingo and Y/n were mortified while Emmet was completely oblivious! He laughed as he ruffled Y/n's hair and gave Ingo a pat on the back, and went on doing a victory dance towards the house while singing "Ding-dong the witch is gone!~ Which old witch the wicked witch!~" While a flustered Y/n and Ingo just wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die...

#pokemon fanfiction #pokemon x reader #Submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss ingo x reader #fem reader #platonic! Subway boss Emmet #implied sex #pillow talk #wife!reader

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mariamariquinha · 1 year

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Casual - Another Mike Duarte Drabble

It will be the last. I promise. These are all loose ideas and writing exercises because I'm running like an old car - slow but still driveable even if it feels like it's going to explode.

This is dangerous because I started to care.

You'd say it was a convenience of the job, a bonus for choosing street work over desk sergeant.

It had been a hard chase, one of those moments when you were more instinctive than practical, and when you least expected it, you were on the curb with a guy, him just pushed up against a parked car so he could be restrained, after punching you in the face. Usual.

You didn't even notice that there was blood dripping from your forehead or something when you arrived at the station - you wiped it with your hand to stop the bleeding. When your captain said you'd better go to the hospital, you wanted to finish booking the guy and any further questioning was for the next day.

At least the act of attacking a police officer warranted pre-trial detention.

The doctor was adamant about the recovery, but he gave you the painkillers knowing you wouldn't take them. Professional experience with your 'type'. It wasn't until you got home, showered and sat on the sofa with a beer in your hand, that you came to the inevitable conclusion that maybe your 'type' must have been out of date for quite some time.

Someone knocked. Insistent.

Your first reaction was to grab the gun sitting on your coffee table. In the background, a random movie that you barely paid attention to was playing, and your eyes stayed fixed on the door, waiting for the next knock.

It came.

“Who’s it?” You asked.

“Mike.”

In all the months you've started dating casually, this was the first time he'd come to your apartment. There were always motels, his apartment, under the justification of being more practical, which was true.

It was past eleven, he certainly had other occupations besides showing up, without warning, at her house. And without calling over the intercom.

Maybe that instant chock, the fact that you waited long enough to answer, made him grow impatient.

“... I'm going in anyway.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you will.”

And he did.

Duarte didn’t look around in search of anything inside your apartment, nor did one of that arrivings from a lot of politeness. You certainly had stopped caring so much about this type of behavior a while ago.

“Any chances of telling me what happened?” He stopped in the middle of your living room, hands on his hips.

“You wouldn't come here if you didn't know that,” You adjusted yourself in the couch with discomfort, ready to sip more of your beer. “How did you get into the building?”

“Is this relevant?”

“I like to think it's not that easy to get into my apartment.”

He wet his lips, rubbed his chin and shrugged, like a mischievous boy caught in the act.

“I showed the badge to your neighbor, Mrs. Hastings. Said it was a professional matter.”

“You’re unbeliviable.”

“You wouldn't let me come any other way.”

Well, that... makes sense. Fuck.

There was a small smile playing on his face with your silent admission, and shortly afterwards Duarte went into your kitchen and fetched himself a beer, making himself welcome at your side.

“Beer seems to solve most of our problems,” He muttered.

“The doctor told me to stop.”

“Why?”

“Eh,” You shrugged.

There were a few questions you wanted to ask there, in the pitch black of your living room, but you made sure you did your best. You wanted to ask about the Benson case, about the whole BX9 situation, because he was definitely wasting precious time while he was there with you.

Also, who were you kidding? Your ego was particularly bruised for making such a reckless decision as if you were an amateur professional. It wasn't the way you should have handled things and it made you feel bad.

“I lost Muncy,” Because you certainly didn't want to talk about your situation, so Mike brought up his.

You pondered the information silently, staring at the TV and movie knowing he was doing the same.

“Benson?”

“Mm-hm.”

“The Manhattan SUV is good.”

“I know.”

“And she’s a good detective.”

“It sounds very rehearsed,” He pointed out and that made you look at him. “When we worked together, you didn’t talk much.”

Mmphf.

“... I’m not a fan, is all.”

“Are you not a feminist?” It was obvious that Duarte was teasing you, but you still rolled your eyes.

“Is that why you came? To ask my opinions about Muncy?”

“You don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Of course not,” You got back to the TV, a touch offended. “Just because I agree with feminism, doesn’t mean I need to like all the women in the world. You can dislike a cop but admit they’re good at what they do.”

“As it happened to me.”

Which was also true. You didn't want to assume how those concepts got lost along the way, how his bullshit got more tolerable, or how the two of you became more in tune. And he knew it. He always knew everything.

“I'm not a walk in the park either,” You said after a time, not daring to see his reaction.

He didn’t say anything for a good amount of time. Just when the silence was full settled, though, he decided to open his mouth.

“Don’t do that again.”

You closed your eyes for a few seconds, shaking your head and then pursing your lips to prevent something stupid coming out. Him, on the other hand, seemed more determined, squirming in the couch to turn fully at you.

“... I needed to catch the guy an-”

“I wasn’t talking about it,” He interrupted. This time, you two stared at each other and perhaps that was the closest you've come to seeing him with no intentions of pissing you off. “You should be careful about it too, but that’s not what I meant.”

“So what do you mean?”

“I heard from a former Captain I had that the more experienced we get in the profession, the more we become those people who react to robberies. As if we suddenly switch sides and relive every day on the other side of the spectrum of what we once were.”

He touched your shoulder.

“Everyone makes mistakes. We’re not the fucking Robocop or whatever.”

“But?”

“No but. I wouldn’t lie, especially because you would know if I did.”

That made you smirk, just as he did right after. When silence hung in the air again, he narrowed his eyes and came to a considerable conclusion, one that made him raise his eyebrows in defeated acceptance.

“It's not just casual, is it?”

Because a casual thing didn't go that far. Because he wouldn't say that to you or be there if it weren't for a feeling of care that went beyond the limits of that casuality.

“No.”

And with that, you leaned over to the coffee table, put your gun away and picked up the TV remote, handing it to him before making yourself more comfortable on the couch.

“We can watch your Indiana Jones.”

“Who said I like Indiana Jones?”

“I stalked your mother on Facebook.”

He laughed. As the opening credits of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom started to roll, you hoped that was enough for him to know that it was your way of saying that, in fact, it wasn't a casual thing.

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@thoroughlymodernminutia

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@annetje

@bullet-prooflove

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#mike duarte #captain mike duarte #law and order svu #mike duate fic #mike duarte drabble #maurice compte #female reader

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Post 11

Since I’m all triggered & hyped up from watching Quiet On Set…. Let’s go explore this childhood trauma…

So, My mother dated a pedophile. He was a nice looking man. A business man. Wore a suit. Quite the catch for a single divorced mom of two kids. He doted on her and her kids. ❤️ she was elated.

And then he came into my room in the middle of the night. I was 6. It was around Christmas. He exposed himself to me and showed me a scar on his penis. He talked to me about it(?!?). Then, I remember sitting on his lap in the living room by the Christmas tree. I don’t know for certain whether or not he was clothed. But my gut tells me no. But I believe I was.

It’s a murky bunch of details. As I was super young. And given the traumatic nature of the event(s). And indeed the rest of my fucking childhood… I’m not surprised it’s unclear.

Other details are as follows:

(All of This was told to me by mom during the rare occasions she was admitting that this even happened at all….she likes to pretend I have an “active imagination” instead of she brought home a predator & left us unprotected)

~obviously At some point, I told my mom. And that led to me being asked details(interrogated) again by her and THIS GUYS MOM… at which time I clammed up. And refused to answer or recanted.

~this dudes mom by my own mom’s admission begged her not to go to the police & report because he’s a business man and important. It seemed this was not the first time. Mom did not report.

~Mom invited over various male family members to beat his ass should he come back (that night? Ever?). Which he only did once that I know of. To put a teddy bear inside the screen door for me. mom told me. i remember the bear was really soft.(why did she give it to me)

~during a conversation when I was trying to ask her what happened and what i had told her back then… she told me "bonnie was supposed to be watching y’all that night!!!". bonnie was our neighbor who lived on the corner. she would "watch" us from her house. we were latch key kids. we were 6 & 9. which tells me….. THIS MAN CAME INTO OUR HOME WHEN MOM WASNT EVEN THERE…. ?!??!? for real?!? where the fuck was mom?! until she yelled this at me once, i had always just assumed she was asleep, and that he left her bed to come into my room.

I think that’s all. I may remember other details & will edit when I do. It’s hard to remember these things. They are murky and made of smoke.

#child abuse #complex ptsd #ptsd #quiet on set #shitty parents

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So little side note, I didn't realize until the very end of writing this that Pike from MM was a Massif however he's a Napoleon Massif. When I wrote this I had an English Massif in mind (weighs more and is taller). So there's that.

SUPER happy with this part although I feel like it was a bit rushed at the end.

Warning:smut and teeth rotting Jeb adorableness

@plainlo-inthemorning

As the night wore on there was something about Jeb that put you at ease. You could have blamed it on the alcohol but since he sat down at the table, he had listened to you intently and once you had gotten past the unfortunate events that had been happening to him, Jeb himself began to open up. You felt now (with the help of some liquid courage) was as good a time as any to invite him over and see where the night took you.

"So, I'm dog sitting for my friend. Would you want to come back with me?"

Jebs eyes got bigger than you thought was humanly possible.

"Go back...with you? Yes! I mean...I’d really like that." He stammered while nodding his head so eagerly a stray curl fell to the center of his forehead.

Must like dogs? Check

"I do have to warn you. My friend likes to live on the...fancier side."

It took more fiddling with the door lock then you'd liked. You could only imagine what it looked like to your friend's posh neighbors. "Dear! Call the police! It looks like Mrs. Robertson has 2 intruders." You rolled your eyes at the thought.

"Ah!" You uttered in triumph as the lock finally clicked open. Within seconds of shutting the door Jeb saw a large animal come barreling past the living room wall and skidding to a halt at your feet, the laugh you let out had made he's heart swell. The beast of a dog was all loose skin and tail wags before he briskly made his way towards Jeb.

Dog approved, check.

You thought to yourself as you watched Jeb being showered with licks and dog drool. For a dog that stood just under 3 feet and weighed well over 100 pounds, the Massif looked so much smaller next to Jeb.

"His name is Hawkeye, my friend's a big M.A.S.H fan."

As Hawkeye made his way back to your side, there was a sudden wicked idea that popped into your head. Deciding to act fast before you lost your courage you slowly crouched down, keeping your knees together, causing your skirt to slide up your thighs just a bit. Making sure your backside was well in Jeb’s line of sight, you started to pet Hawkeye. A quick glance over your shoulder had confirmed that your little display was working to you advantage.

"I call him Benjamin. He kind of reminds me of you."

You turned your full attention back to Jeb to find he was still staring at your crouched form and hadn't proceeded what you just said.

"Yeah...wait what!?"

There it is.

"You both have the brawn and the brains." You spoke as you stood up. Jeb hadn't known how to take the compliment, but you decided to add some more banter to the mix.

"Did you think I meant looks? Because if you did, he's clearly got you beat in that department."

As Jeb huffed out a laugh a genuine smile covered your lips in relief to know he wasn't taking himself too seriously.

When you told him your friend lived on the fancier side Jeb had pictured chandeliers made of crystals hanging from the ceiling and a grand piano that everyone would stands around at parties. The ones with an old lady that thought she could sing (but really couldn't) belting out words with Gin and Vermouth sloshing dangerously in her martini glass. What he hadn't expected was an open entryway that led to a spacious living room, white marbled tiles on the floor and a conversational pit couch?

"I told you she's a little fancy." You said as you watched him take in the room. "Make yourself comfortable, I'm going to put Ben outside and I'll be us back some drinks."

By the time you came back, drinks in hand, Jeb had chosen to sit in the middle of the couch on the right side of the pit and was nervously playing with his tie. You leisurely made your way down the steps and sat down next to him placing the drinks on the small center table.

"So...do you like music? I can put somet-"

"Do you have a bathroom?" Jeb interrupted not thinking about how it came out. Surprised by the random outburst you answered with the straightest face you could muster.

"Yes, they have an outhouse in the back, you might want to bring a flashlight though."

Is he sweating? I'm definitely not getting the host of the year.

"I'm kidding. It's the first door on the left down the hall."

Jeb profusely apologized before stumbling up the few steps and awkwardly making his way down the hall. If you had a plan for how the night would go it was definitely not supposed to go like this. For all the teasing you were putting Jeb through you decided you'll just have to make it up to him.

A few minutes later he came back looking relieved but there was still a hint of nervousness that showed in the way he fiddled with his hand. There was no longer a ring on his finger but then again you hadn't noticed if he had one on before. Jeb sat in the same spot as before, but he figured you must have moved while he was gone because now your knee were touching.

"Please make yourself comfortable, kick off your shoes." You said offering him his drink. "I won't bite I promise." Whether you meant it to be or not Jeb found the last sentence to be ironic, especially while sharing the same house of a dog that could eat a cow if it was hungry enough. It made him smile none the less as he took a hearty sip of his whiskey.

"I must admit a smile really looks good on you." You said as he placed his glass back on the table. That had earned you a smile that was bigger than the one before as he went to untie the laces of his dress shoes. Feeling suddenly possessed your hand reached out on their own accord and ran your fingers through his luscious brown hair. Jeb froze but let out a sigh and you were almost positive you saw the tension in his shoulders drop.

Poor man must be touch starved

Sitting back up Jeb looked deep into your eyes before slowly leaning in to kiss you. Placing your hands on his shoulders you deepened the kiss before he grabbed your wrist and pinned you to the bottom cushion, hands above your head. Pulling back his head to take a breath the surprise look on your face stops him dead in his tracks. Snatching his hands off your wrist he balled them in fist so tight that the skin on his knuckles were turning white.

"Oh god! I'm so sorry...I...I thought you...I over stepped. I’m just going to-"

"Jeb. What's going on?" You asked calmly although completely confused on what was currently happening.

He released his right hand to run across the back of his neck as a deep blush covered his cheeks.

"I thought you said you like it when men were assertive. Well, you said that's what you...I just assumed. I'm so, so sorry."

While you sat back up Jeb continued to avoid looking in your direction and that’s when you noticed his bottom lip beginning to quiver.

"Jeb can you look at me?"

He reluctantly turned his head, his blue eyes now accompanied by tears. Grabbing the bottom of his tie you softly tugged.

"Why don't you show me how a good, assertive man can make me feel."

It was endearing how Jeb took the time to assess the situation, but you were becoming restless. Wrapping his tie in your hand you leaned back causing Jeb to have to follow your moment. As soon as your back hit the bottom couch cushions Jeb’s lips collided with yours. Taking the hands that were now on either side of his face, Jeb pinned them above your head again, this time without breaking the fervent kiss.

His lips where gentle despite how his body was trembling in anticipation. Removing his lips from yours, Jeb kissed his way down to your neck leaving a trail of heated skin. As he reached the spot just below your jaw you arched your back and let out an uncharacteristic moan, completely oblivious to the small smile of triumph that now covered his lips.

Nimble fingers made their way up from your ankle to the hem of you skirt before abruptly stopping. Jeb sat up fully and looks at you in apprehension.

"Gail, I mean my wife never liked when I...messed up her cloths."

It's a little too late for that

You were starting to get a good Idea of what type of woman Gail was and none of them were pointing to a truly loving wife. The poor man before you was trying his best but was being held back by years of excuses and flat on "No's" when he tried to become intimate.

"Alright then. It's my turn" you said as you got up to stand in front of him. "Sit back for me."

Like a dog that was being offered a treat, Jeb scrambled to get properly seated with his back against the cushions. You used a foot to nudge his legs further apart as you began to take off your skirt. Stepping closer and directly between his legs you undid the last button on your blouse and tossed it off to the side. After removing your lacy underwear, you straddled Jeb’s lap and settled on-top of his substantially large erection.

Reaching behind you, you undid your bra when you felt the warm touch of Jeb’s hands come to lightly rest on your hips. Landing a playful smack on his right forearm seemed to break him from his trance. "I want you to keep your hand to yourself for now." The most adorably pathic whine fell from Jeb's lips sending a bolt of electricity straight to your core.

If there was a word you had to pick to describe your action after grazing your sex over his pant clad erection it would be desperate. You were desperate to undo the buttons to his white button up shirt. You were desperate to undo his belt buckle and unzip his fly. You were desperate to get each item out of the way 'just enough' to allow you to run your hands over his chest and free his throbbing member. Most importantly you were desperate to get him inside of you.

You now were holding his face with both of your hands wanting to make sure you saw every facial expression he made as you sank down onto him. However, it hadn't mattered when you were the one who closed your eyes at the feeling of the delicious stretch you felt. Taking a moment to adjust you opened your eyes to see deep blue ones staring back at you in awe.

The way your body withered when he caressed your breast. Pinching and rolling your pert nipples between his fingers had made you wish you'd let him touch you sooner. Leaning forward you lightly nipped his ear lobe and whispered "you're making me feel so good Jeb. So good." And like a branch that held too much weight, something snapped inside of him. Reaching underneath your arms he placed his hands on top of your shoulders to force to stay where your hips were joined. It's seemed as if he was letting out years of pent-up sexual frustration and being told he wasn't good enough, with each brutal thrust of his hips.

His pace hadn't allowed for a slow build up but the high you got when you came was like none other you have had before. Jeb wasn't far behind you as his hips began to stutter and he finished with a guttural grunt. Mumbles such as “I wasn't too rough was I” and “that was so amazing” where uttered between kisses he laid on your collar bone and the hollow of you neck.

When you had finally managed to wiggle from his tight embrace you leaned back with a smile and took in his disheveled form. The fact that he hadn't wanted to let you go could of been because he craved the closeness, that of which you did too. Or perhaps it was the tears that were forming in his eyes again. The sight of which had now truly upset you.

"Jeb Magruder you are full of mysteries and lucky for you I'm a bit of a detective."

If Jeb ever had doubts about you sticking around, you had just washed them away with one simple sentence. Grabbing the back of your elbows, he pulled you back against his chest.

"So when can I see you again?"

Placing several kisses on his shoulder then his neck, you finally looked up.

"Same time as always. In your office at 8 o'clock shape."

#hot jeb summer #jeb magruder #haimgruder #hamish linklater

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Special Guest Joanna Campbell Slan - Author of Paint Can Kill: Cara Mia Delgatto Mystery Series #GuestPost / #Giveaway @JoannaCampbellSlan @JCSlan

Paint Can Kill: Cara Mia Delgatto Mystery Series by Joanna Campbell Slan I am delighted to welcome Joanna Campbell Slan back to Escape With Dollycas today! How Authors Beget Authors By Joanna Campbell Slan I’m teaching my son to write cozies. Michael is a huge reader with a creative mind. He’s got a great idea for a series, and he’s a terrific writer. Besides, this is a fun project for the two of us. In fact, each time I talk with him, I think of Caroline Todd and how she wrote with her son, Charles. Together, they were the author “Charles Todd,” quite a dynamic duo. And now Caroline has passed. I find myself looking for her at conferences. Gosh. That’s a lesson. Always take the time to chat with people you like, no matter how busy you are. None of us know how much time we have. Today my son asked me about clues. “How can my protagonist find a clue that the cops wouldn’t see?” That’s a good question, isn’t it? I explained that on occasion, cops overlook clues. I attended a lecture by a woman whose company cleaned up after tragic accidents. (Translation: She came in after a violent murder or a suicide.) She told our group she once found teeth jammed into a ceiling tile. The victim had put a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. The cops and forensics crew had searched for clues, but they’d neglected to look…UP. I also pointed out that an amateur sleuth might have access to information that the professionals don’t have or can’t get or aren’t aware of. For example, tomorrow there’ll be an Easter egg hunt in my son’s neighborhood. His wife is in charge. I asked my son if the neighbors had a special Facebook group to plan these events. Or did they have an email list they shared? Or some other way of communicating? These are avenues the police would not necessarily know about unless someone told them. Even if they did find out, they would have to get the necessary permissions whereas a person who was part of the group would be privy to that information immediately. My son is quickly getting the hang of this. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “Agatha Christie doesn’t even tell the reader all the clues she’s gathering, does she? At least, not until the end?” See? I told you he’s a smart kid. One day when he’s 80 books into his career, I can imagine him teaching his son, my grandson, these same skills. Isn’t that a wonderful thought? Thank you, Joanna, for visiting today. Excited to see what your son writes! ____ Keep reading for info about PAINT CAN KILL, and Joanna. About Paint Can Kill Paint Can Kill: Cara Mia Delgatto Mystery Series Cozy Mystery 9th in Series Setting - Hobe Sound, FL Publisher ‏ : ‎ Spot On Publishing (December 15, 2023) Paperback ‏ : ‎ 252 pages ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 979-8870813547 Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0CLYY79CV It's raining outside, and it's raining inside. Hey, that's Florida. 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Will Cara survive all these losses? - Cara Mia Delgatto Mystery Series is a clean read - Features a female amateur sleuth and her friends - Includes Florida lore and history - Shares ideas for upcycling, recycling, and repurposing - Celebrates friends, family, and fur babies Great Escapes Praise for Paint Can Kill: Cara Mia Delgatto Mystery Series by Joanna Campbell Slan I so enjoyed traveling to Florida in Paint Can Kill: Cara Mia Delgatto Mystery Series by Joanna Campbell Slan. The mystery is solid and the pacing is excellent. A truly enjoyable read. ~Sarah Can't Stop Reading Books Bottom Line: Paint Can Kill by Joanna Campbell Slan is an engaging and layered story with likable characters and complex mysteries. Twists, turns, and red herrings await readers in this charming cozy mystery, and you may find yourself craving a peaceful cottage on the coast after reading it! ~Reading Is My SuperPower About Joanna Campbell Slan Joanna is a New York Times Bestselling, USA Today Bestselling, and Amazon Bestselling author as well as a woman prone to frequent bursts of crafting frenzy, leaving her with burns from her hot glue gun and paint on her clothes. And the mess? Let’s not even go there. Otherwise, Joanna’s a productive author with more than 80 written projects to her credit. Her non-fiction work includes how to books, a college textbook for public speakers, and books of personal essays (think Chicken Soup for the Soul). Currently, she writes six fiction series: The Kiki Lowenstein Mystery Series (Agatha Award Finalist, contemporary, St. Louis setting, crafting), the Cara Mia Delgatto Mystery Series (contemporary, Florida setting, DIY, and recycling), the Jane Eyre Chronicles (Daphne du Maurier Award Winner, 1830s England, based on Charlotte Brontë’s classic), the Sherlock Holmes Fantasy Thrillers (late 1800s, based on Arthur Conan Doyle’s books), the Tai Chi Mystery Series (featuring a mature female amateur sleuth!) and the Friday Night Mystery Series (set in Decatur, IL in 1986 with a spunky female heroine.) A former TV talk show host, college teacher, and public relations specialist, Joanna was one of the early Chicken Soup for the Soul contributors. She won a Silver Anvil for her work on the original FarmAid concert to benefit farmers. In her ongoing quest never to see snow again, Joanna lives with her husband and their Havanese puppy, Jax, on an island off the coast of Florida. 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titus-androgynous-87 · 6 months

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So the neighbor kid rang my doorbell at like 7pm yesterday, and would not leave until I, specifically, came to the door

I assumed she wanted to ask to play with the dog, and I was going to tell her no. Because kid, I’m not gonna police the way you’re being parented, but in my house? Past 6pm it’s “please dear god let me be” hours. But she handed me this painting instead, and said it was for my birthday. The paint was still wet when she gave it to me, and she told me she was too impatient to wait until my actual birthday

I am unironically in love with this. For a lot of reasons. One being that it’s a very sweet gesture from a kid I was fully convinced only saw me as an inconvenient roadblock to playtime with our dog (because I set very firm boundaries with these kids about when and how we can interact. Because that’s all I fucking need is the transphobic Statler & Waldorf neighbors to accuse me and my wife of grooming kids. And I also just don’t want to interact with children in any setting without their parents or caregivers within arm’s reach)

But why I really love it is that as a rapidly-approaching-middle-age butch non-binary he-him lesbian, it’s the first interaction I’ve had with a kid where I’ve been on the other side of a ring-of-keys moment

It’s a bit surreal, and a very…humbling, I suppose, experience. I’m not sure that’s the right word I want, but we’ll go with it. It’s like this “oh shit, this kid SEES me” feeling. And I suppose it feels so strange to me because I didn’t think I’d make it to 16, let alone 36, and I’d never met someone like me growing up. Butch, sure. Blue collar 100-footers named things like Denise or Gerry, and wore Red Wing work boots they resoled themselves. Had nicknames like Sledge or for some ungodly reason Pile Driver (though I’m pretty sure PD gave herself that nickname. Sledge was cool as fuck though. Made great lemonade and was one of the funniest people I’d ever met. And I’m very sad she’s gone) And the elusive Tackle Box, which is a story for another post.

But I never met another he/they, another enby/trans person, another butch who (try as he might) wasn’t hard as nails and ready to fight a man for breathing in their direction.

And to witness a kid look at you and see themselves in real-time…it’s not a bad feeling at all. It’s just an odd one I can’t quite explain. But I’m very glad that there’s at least one kid I can help figure out that, hey someone else is like me

#it’s been a rough week #and it’s only Tuesday #so this was a very much needed Nice Thing That Happened #her step dad is a cop #but we haven’t had any issues with them…yet anyway #their mom is super nice #and their grandma is a sweetheart #lesbian #butch #nonbinary #nonbinary lesbian #happy goblin

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Halloween: a horror micro-story for every day of October

October begins today, the month of Halloween. To celebrate, here you will find 31 horror micro-stories, which are by anonymous authors and have been collected from various forums and internet websites.

1-Scratching Growing up with cats I got used to the sound of scratching on my bedroom door while I slept. Now that I live alone it is much more disturbing.

2-Friendless I got a text from my friend asking me when I'm going to go play at his house. I have no friends.

3-Dolls When I was a kid I was teased for playing with dolls. Now they are dead, and all my dolls are alive.

4-Surprise You were disturbed to see me. I thought I heard you missed me, today while I was being watched over.

5-Femicide My mother forbade me to talk about seeing and talking to dead people, now she's harassing me to denounce Dad for killing her.

6-A Shadow That shadow at the end of the hallway scared me. I closed my eyes but never opened them again.

7-Funeral The funeral attendees never came out of the catacombs. Something locked the crypt door from the inside.

8-TV My TV keeps turning on by itself. It’s annoying, but what’s more worrisome is how it only shows footage of me standing in my living room.

9-Best time My mom told me she had the best time playing with my little sister today. My sister went missing in 2002 — they found her body in 2006.

10-Children I just saw the children playing, admiring how high they have swung. But others tell me they’re just swaying in the wind where they were hung.

11-Bell Can you hear the beautiful ring of the bell? That means it’s time to drag you down to hell.

12-Run Roses are red, violets are blue. You’d better run, I’m coming for you.

13-Head Wrapped in sheets and cuddled in bed.You’ll foolishly expose your sweet, precious head…

14-It was me I arrived at the funeral a few minutes late. Nobody acknowledged me, and I figured out why when I looked into the casket and saw myself.

15-Nobody As I walked up the driveway with my new friend, I introduced him to my dad. “What friend?!” he asked with bewilderment in his eyes.

16-The thing She woke up to an unusual silence in their bedroom. She looked over as the thing that laid where her husband use to be rose from under the sheets.

17-The other When she turned around, she saw her own self, dressed in different clothes. Her heart went into shock and the other self gently helped her to the floor as she died.

18-Mystery I got a haunted doll in the mail today. If only I could find where she ran off too…

19-Neighbor I opened my front door to the frantic pounding of my next door neighbor. To my horror it was something that was wearing his skin…

20-Good Taste The stew I was eating was delicious, and I wanted to give my husband a taste. That’s when I found his wedding ring in my bowl, still on his finger.

21-Obsession Every morning my husband tells me he loves me, I really wish he’d stop. I murdered him last year, but he still won’t leave me alone.

22-The last day Being the first to respond to a fatal car accident is always the most traumatic thing I see as a police officer. But today, when the crushed body of the little dead boy strapped in his car seat opened his eyes and giggled at me when I tried to peel him out of the wreckage, I immediately knew that today would be my last day on the force.

23-Loyal dog The dog sits at my gate every morning and night when I leave and come home from work. Even after all this time she can still smell her owner’s blood on my hands.

24-A stranger in the mirror I’d been noticing it for months, that tiny lag in my reflection, not that anyone believed me. Today was different she didn’t even attempt to mimic me she stood there smiling, I think she wants to come out.

25-She is dead My kids were excited to tell me about the day they just had with their mother. I don't know how to tell them she died this morning on the way to work.

26-Hand After dating all through high school and college, our daughter’s boyfriend finally came by today to ask my husband and me for her hand. We gave it to him, hoping that he’ll finally tell us where the rest of her is.

27-Revenge When I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of cracking, I am aware that it is her rigor mortis body snapping unto itself as she crawls down the hallway . I knew it was only a matter of time before she would seek her revenge.

28-Angel of death My grandmother told me it was a gift to see the angel of death in front of people’s houses, to know he would be collecting someone there soon. I thought it was a gift too, until the day I began to see it in front of every house.

29-Alive or dead? I think I’m dead. But the other spirits keep telling me I’m alive.

30-Coffin There was a photo of me sleeping on beautiful red silk on my phone. What I don’t know is how the phone got into the coffin with me.

31-Only child I used to be considered the evil twin. But now I’m considered an only child.

#horror #halloween #october #micro-story

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826aliensapocalypseactivism · 10 months

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The Day the Earth Died

Miguel S.

Everything around me is silent. The streets are empty, no one is out anymore and if you do happen to see somebody, the sound of their footsteps creates the sound of a herd's stampede. I see a very large and dark shadowy figure zoom past me out of the corner of my eye, I turn around and I don't see anything. Suddenly I heard loud banging and glass shatter on the ground. “What could that have been?” I said. We later find out that the neighbors house had gotten broken into. All the houses in the community had been strangely truncated, like mushrooms only half-emerged from rippling gray soil. “We need to get out of this neighborhood, the houses are so old and ugly here,” Mom tells Dad.

Dad says, “We can't leave the community, we don't have much money and it is also pretty safe here compared to the outside world.” The outside world is very corrupted, everybody in the outside world are pretty much zombies. They created a drug called truct, this drug makes people go crazy and destroy anything that crosses their path from houses, to cars, and even people. Many people have gone missing from the community. We don't know where they went, we can't even call the police because they are no help.

My brother likes to think he’s all gangster and he likes to act grown and thinks he can do whatever he wants to, but in reality he is really not. He is only 14. “Yo wassup gang?” Diego says, Diego is his name.

“Eww shut up bro,” I say.

My brother leaves the house to go out, hours pass and he still hasn't come back. My mom is sweating, she is panicking, and she has a headache. My father rushes home from work, he is speeding and running red lights. Surprisingly he did not get stopped by the police. When he gets home my mother is crying and yelling at him, “GO LOOK FOR OUR SON HE HAS GONE MISSING.” It has been two hours and still nothing, my father has not arrived home yet. My mother is still super worried. I tried to calm her down but I was not able to. My father finally arrived home late at night, but my brother was nowhere to be found.

We set up a funeral for my brother Diego since we came to the conclusion that he was gone forever, everyone from the community went. It was sad to just see my brother go. My mom was crying and crying almost as if her eyes were gonna pop out of her head.

It’s been a couple months since my brother passed away and we were never able to find him. My mom has healed and she’s all good, but she still misses him a lot. I was about to go to sleep when I heard growling and yelling outside. I peeked through the blinds in my bedroom window and there were zombie-like humans out there, they were large in size, they had no hair, they had half of their body and the other side was straight bone, it was missing. I went to my parents’ room and I told them about everything I had seen. Both of them grabbed their guns and headed outside. I follow right behind them as well. They leave my two little brothers behind since they were already sleeping. While I was outside, all I heard was the loud cries for help and the sound of gunfire ringing through my ears. These zombies were destroying people's houses. I saw one break the door and enter the house. He grabbed the person and ripped his head off and threw his body out of the broken window. We were pretty far from the house so I ran back to go check on my younger brothers, and when I entered the house I saw blood coming from the room where my younger brothers were sleeping, I go in the room and I see one of my brothers bodies split in half and my other brother was missing his head. I’m freaking out. I don’t know what to do so I run to go look for my parents but I can’t find them anywhere. I keep running to try and find them but still nothing. “That's it. I'm all alone now,” I say. As I'm walking back home I see a zombie coming my way. The zombie got on top of me and I was trying to fight him off but I couldn't. He was too strong, I felt the sharp bones rub across my face, I felt the slimy hands all over my hands and legs.

Out of nowhere I see my parents. They shoot the zombie and he falls on top of me. My parents pull me out from under the zombie. I only had minor injuries. My hands and legs were scratched up. “I'm glad you’re safe, Mom and Dad, I couldn't find you guys,” I say.

“We're glad you're safe too,” my parents say. I completely forgot about what happened to my younger brothers, so when we got to the house my parents saw all the blood all over the floor. My parents rushed into the room and they see my brothers’ dead bodies on the floor. The look on my parents face, they were in disbelief my mom was crying, she blamed the death of my brothers on herself since she was not here with them. My father and I tried to calm her down, but we couldn't. My mother went out to go look for a zombie, and when she found one, she let the zombie eat her. She didn't care anymore. We tried to save her but it was too late.

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takeeachdayonebookatatime · 1 year

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Law and order svu fanfiction.

Born to be wild.

Liv: pov it is very early in the morning when I get the call. A neighbor heard noises coming from the home next door, saw someone entering the house and Decided to call the cops. Though it could be a sexual assault because it was so early in the morning and still dark out. Me and Fin had decided to bring Joe, Muncy and Amanda with us. As soon as we walk in the house I smell the scent of freshly burned flesh. Fin turns and says to me, are we good? I say yes. As we walk towards the bedroom I can see the husband is dead in the bed. I ask Joe and Muncy if they are squeamish, once they are in the room I can tell by their faces they know why I asked that question. The police are saying the wife was sitting in the chair forced to watch as he raped the daughter and murderer her husband they found the daughter hanging in the closet barely alive. The mother seems to be having a possible heart attack and the medics are working on her now. Both were burned pretty badly, probably forced to drink vodka. There was an empty bottle on the floor. Fin tells Amanda to go with the daughter to the ER. I'm starting to hyperventilate and

have a flashback. Fin quickly takes me outside.

Fin: pov I can tell Liv is struggling. This case is way too similar to what Lewis did to her. The medics are loading the ambulances. The mother is unconscious. I take Liv outside for some fresh air. I can tell she is starting to have an episode. I can tell she is having a very bad flashback. All of a sudden she turns green and throws up in the bushes. She is hyperventilating.

Muncy: pov I have never seen the Captain act like this throwing up in a bush. Me and Joe follow Fin outside. I said out loud I never knew crime scenes made her sick. Sargent Fin says they don't. She has seen a lot over her 23 years. But she has PTSD from a prior case and this case is bringing back some very bad memories. Fin tells Joe to ride with the mother to the ER. Captain Benson is sitting on the porch hyperventilating. Sargent Fin finally manages to calm her down. He says, me and him will go inside and deal with the crime scene. Liv will stay outside and boss people around. A couple of hours later we headed to the hospital.

Joe: pov Amanda told me the girl just got out of surgery and was doing okay and was in the icu. There was still no update on the mom; they were still running tests on her. Sargent Fin arrived with captain Benson and said we can go back to the precinct.

Liv: pov a few minutes after Joe and Amanda left a nurse came by and told us the mother was not doing good scans showed signs of a massive heart attack and they are taking her back for heart surgery. I updated Amanda via text on the mother's condition. After a few hours a Dr came over and told me and Fin the daughter was awake and we could talk to her. I told Amanda, Joe and Muncy to come to the ER. Another Dr came out and told us after opening up the mothers chest and performing the open heart surgery, she went into cardiac arrest and did not make it. They tried everything, even massaging her heart and the internal paddles. Once Amanda, Joe and Muncy made it to the waiting room, me and Fin were standing there with sad looks on our faces. We told all 3 of them the mother did not make it.

Fin: pov I left Joe and Muncy to notify next of kin. Liv decided she should talk to the girl. Having survived something similar might get the girl to open up. I offered to get food for the squad. Amanda knows to keep an eye on Liv.

Amanda: pov as soon as we walk into the girls room I sit down. Liv sits near the girl and tells her she is so sorry but her mother had a heart attack and died. After Liv comforts the girl. Liv asks if she can ask her a few questions. The girl starts talking about what happened while crying and I can tell Liv is starting to be triggered. Liv says I'm sorry but I have to be honest with you. A similar thing happened to me and I'm not going to tell you this is easy but therapy and friends will help. It's also hard trying to act fine for other people to not show how much you are hurting. Liv then gets up and shows the girl her scars.

Muncy: pov back at the precinct me and Joe had finished notifying next of kin. Sargent Fin arrived with some food. It was amazing Amanda and Captain Benson also arrived back and the captain did not look okay.

Joe: pov Amanda said to Fin, you okay to handle her. He said sure I already called dad and gave him a heads up that the case was bad. He should be calling her any second now. Muncy says wow it's nice how close she is to her father. I have never seen Fin turn so fast in his life and in an angry voice says you never mention her biological father ever. I say, what did her biological dad do that can be so bad. Sargent Fin says Liv never actually met her biological father, that is all I'm going to say. Liv one time illegally ran her DNA through the database trying to find some family that is how she found out she had a half brother Simon. He died recently, Liv thought it was an over dose turns out it was murder. Also Sargent Fin mentions Cragen is their former Captain and she calls him dad. To be continued. ……

#tvshow #fanfiction #lawanordersvu #mariskahargitay #oliviabenson #kelligiddish #amandarollins #joevelasco #icet #fintutuola #gracemuncy

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arabialong · 2 years

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Deja vu showgirls mn

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Any time I go to the Vu I make it a point that I spend as much time as I can with her. As for Ivory she has a very wild/fun personality that you want to spend time with her. Now together these two are an amazing combo. The Vu is not the same without these two there.First let me say, I do not frequent strip clubs often, but recently a friend and I decided to give Deja Vu a first attempt. However, thanks to a very particular dancer, BeeBee, I feel like I need to make a review. While at this establishment we were both pleasantly surprised by how many beautiful ladies there were preforming. While most of the ladies were very friendly there was a wide range of attitudes and personalities between them all. However, there was one amongst them that stood out and it was BeeBee. She is not only a very attractive individual, but her personality and energy are why she stood out to me the most. My friend and I spent around 6 hours here and a majority of the time we spent that up front at the stage. I quickly noticed that most of the ladies would go on stage to preform, but there crowed in front did not really respond and seemed mild at best. However, once BeeBee got on stage it felt like a complete shift in energy happened and the crowed started to really react positively for her. When she was on stage it was the most energized I saw the crowed all night. It was after this that I decided to spend some time with her and it was money very well spent. If you ever decided to come to this club I would highly recommend you save some money specifically for her. With the amount of energy and enthusiasm that she brings I will guarantee she will make your night. My very first strip club experience was here 10 years ago. Ive had such a good experience since the first, Ive made return trips to this place at least once a year either by myself or with friends. Things were great up until tonight Im never going to step foot into this establishment or any other of their other locations.

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Three of us went into the entrance expecting to use a free cover promo-only one had it pulled up on his phone also expecting it sufficient to cover everyone-then the door bouncer decided to get an attitude and would not honor it since only one person had it pulled up. He also wasnt going to stand around and wait for us to pull them up individually and were told to either pay or leave. Police said the shootout suspects left the scene, and no arrests were made.Absolute garbage customer service the last time we came in with the free cover promo, we were all waved in without having to pull out the promo individually. "If you’re looking at that footage, that does not appear to be people unhoused, that appears to be people around cars they have driven there or ridden in," O’Connell said.įreddie said something needs to be done so residents can feel safe again. they responded to both weekend incidents within 5 minutes from when they were dispatched. Ironically, our club is the only safe haven for visitors in the area.” The Police Department doesn't respond for hours when called and unaffiliated parking lots are left to decay into nightly demonstrations of violence, drugs, and misdeeds.

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The homeless population and well-known crack houses up the street are destroying this neighborhood. Unfortunately, due to the negligence of the Police Department and neighboring property owners (in particular, one very negligent parking lot owner), the Church Street area has become unsafe at times. “This altercation was on a property completely unaffiliated with Deja Vu and among people who have never been inside our building. Ryan Carlson, the CEO of Déjà Vu Showgirls Nashville issued a statement: "This has been a hotspot, and we need to focus on it like it’s a hotspot," O’Connell said, "The likelier it is being neglected by authorities across multiple departments, the likelier it is that activity starts to occur there on a regular basis." People who live or work nearby reached out to Metro Council Member Freddie O'Connell as they're worried. The unconscious man was rushed to the hospital after medics did chest compressions according to the Nashville Fire spokesperson. Then the next day, a police incident report said a man was found by strip club staff unconscious in a bathroom stall with possible drugs by him. Shell casings are scattered around the parking lot, and a vehicle was hit multiple times with bullets. there was a shootout in a parking lot that's leased by several businesses at 15th Avenue North and Church Street. (WTVF) - Some people are concerned about crime after a shootout outside Déjà Vu Showgirls Nashville, but the CEO said it’s not their fault.Įarly Saturday around 2:30a.m.

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ravebirdsworld · 2 years

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Flowers

Flowers came to my house every other Monday around 1 o'clock. No note, no sign of who brought it. It’s creepy to see something just arrive at your doorstep and not know who they are from. I was new to the area and very naive towards the way the people act in this small town. It became a part of my week to check my front door every monday at 12:30 and wait but the days I would do that they would be placed at my back door. Then I got cameras and placed one at the front and one on the back.

The Monday after I had gotten the cameras the flowers would start showing up on my dining room table and the window was open. I was scared at the thought of a stranger entering my home and placing something there. I checked the camera footage and I couldn’t see anyone. It stressed me out. I cried multiple nights out of fear, whoever this was had complete access to my house and they could just come in and do whatever they wanted.

I contacted the police and they told me to call if this happens again and it did, so I called. They searched my house and asked about my love life, my family, friends, even asked if i drink or do drugs on those days.

So I looked this officer right in the eyes and I said “No, officer, I do not drink or do drugs or I would not have called in fear of you finding out that I did. I called because somebody is leaving flowers an-” the officer cut me off “you should be happy someone is bringing you flowers, not many men will do that. Now we are going to leave, stop wasting our time.”

The officer started to leave my house but before he could I told him “I called because this person has entered my home without my consent, I did not know that someone had entered my home. I have tried everything in my power to catch this person but I can’t” I started to beg the officers to help but they refused saying that I must have done some drugs or I had memory loss. I am 26 years old and I haven’t had any head injuries.

I have no one to talk to about this. My neighbors don’t believe me, the police think i’m crazy, and my family thinks i’m lying. One night I heard some noises. It was three in the morning and I couldn't bring myself to confront the person. Just as I thought everything was clear I heard my door open so I acted like I was asleep. Funny thing about tonight was I didn’t hear my neighbors dog barking like normal, so I occupied my mind with that then I heard my door shut.

I fell asleep after about 30 minutes of nothing happening. When I woke up I was facing my window, again no dog barking. The sun was shining and I sat up in bed and I was about to get ready for work when I looked at my wall. A reddish-brown writing was on my wall that looked like it had been dripping. It read “ Goodnight, my angel.” I almost threw-up when I found out it was blood.

I called the police the next day, they arrived an hour after. I showed the officers the writing and they told me they will do some investigation. I went and stayed with friends for a month, during my stay no flowers came. I was relieved to be free from this. I called the police and asked them if they found the culprit, they replied no. I brushed it off and went to the store thinking this lunatic doesn’t know I’m here. I was wrong, I returned to my friends house and went in “hey girlie, you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend” I was shocked.

“I don't, why would you think I do?” I laughed, I realize now that I should have been terrified.

“These flowers that were at the door! He must have been shy. Awe!” my friend gushed at the thought of me having a shy boyfriend or a boyfriend in general.

“Are you sure they aren’t for you. I don’t have a boyfriend.” I started to freak out as I waited for her response.

“Nope this note says it’s for you. That’s so cute you have an admirer!” she started squealing as I dialed the police. As soon as the police answered I told them about the new flowers and the knowledge of a not.

“Ma’am please read the note to us.” I rushed over to my friend and took the note to her surprise and read it to the officer.

“Hello my angel, Kat. Please do not fear me. Do not run from me. I just want to help you and in return you will learn to love me. I have dealt with that pest that keeps you awake at night and leaves you tired in the morning. I even dealt with that rude woman at your work you alway complain about. You don’t have to deal with her either. I care about you more than anyone else could ever care about you. You will be mine, I promise. I will see you soon my angel. Love your one and only. P.s. don’t try to get another, I am your only love and any other man will just be in the way but, of course, not for long.”

As I read this to the officer I started crying. The officer tried calming me as I was freaking out. I looked over at my friend to see the look of fear in her face.

“Thank you officer.” I hung up after telling the officer everything I could about the situation. The Officer, who I soon found out was named Sammy, gave me a lot of advice.

“Ma'am, we advise you to move states. Maybe with some family or friends. Someone you trust. We need you to take valuables and leave.” Sammy was very calm when talking to me. She helped keep me calm about the situation and answered my questions the best she could.

“Thank you officer. I will get my stuff from my home and ask my brother if he could let me stay with him.” My voice was still shaky from the events from earlier. I wanted to cry but I need to get somewhere safe before I can let myself relax enough to cry. So, as the officer said, I went back home to pack some things as I messaged my brother.

The message read “may I stay with you for a while? Some stuff has been happening and I need somewhere to stay. I will explain when I get there if you allow me to stay with you.” I sent the message and started to pack my valuables. As I was finishing my packing when I heard footsteps. I ran and hid in my closet. I heard the footsteps get closer till I heard their voice.

“My love, my angel. Please, come to me. I will protect you. I do not mean you harm.” as I heard his voice I silenced my phone, dimmed the brightness, and called the police. Soon they picked up and I know they were asking questions. I quietly explained my predicament to the Officer on the other line.

“My love, please do not disturb the police, we can work this out. I didn’t mean to yell.” I was scared and didn’t know what to do. Was he trying to convince the police that I was lying. The officer didn’t hang up the entire time I was on the phone. I heard the footsteps headed towards my hiding place. I was so scared I was in tears.

“My angel, Please. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just upset.” I covered my mouth to try and stifle my loud breathing. The footsteps got louder.

“My love, my angel, why do you run from me?” I tried to calm my breathing. The footsteps got heavier.

“Come out here my love. COME OUT HERE!” The man started yelling and then I heard something smash. I was so scared of what was going to happen to me that I messaged all of my family members telling them I’m sorry and that I love them. As I sent the last message I heard the front door forced open. I felt so much relief that I accidentally made a loud thank you.As those words left my mouth the closet door opened to show a police officer.

“Are you alright ma’am?” this wasn’t him. Did they get him? Those were my only thoughts as they brought me down stairs. When they got me down stairs they informed me that they did not catch the man who was in my house. A few officers helped me get my stuff in my car. When everything was in I thanked them and headed in the direction of my brother's house. My brother had texted me telling me that it was fine while the police were talking to me.

I have moved to North Carolina with no issues and have been living here for 3 years now. No flowers at 1 o’clock, no home invasions, and everyone is so kind to me. 3 years of peace. So today at 1:13 I opened my front door to go for a walk and there was something at my door. “Shit!” There were flowers on my front Porch.

#stories

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