#undercover cop steve

[scandinavianfairytale]

Blurred lines - Bodyguard Steve

Part 9

Warnings: Suspicious & scary Brock, mentions of potential divorce, speculations of cheating, implied steaminess, Steve & Holly are in love 💙

Tagging: @schlean

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In five years, since Brock took over the family business, Alexandria's life changed so much, she often had a hard time recognizing it. When they got married, she pictured a small flat, filled to the brim with books, vinyls and plants. They'd drink morning coffee on the little balcony, she'd study for her PhD and he'd write. They'd do what they wanted for so many years, what they have planned for so many years.

But when Brock's father got sick and they cut their honeymoon short the shift in her new husband was vivid. John and him were with their father for hours each day and Petra and Alex were worried about their husbands - especially with the possibility of Rumlow's head death. Brock would return home each night completely exhausted but would still go to the office to do some work his father couldn't at that moment.

Alex often thought about that pivotal moment when John turned down the title and all eyes turned to Brock, but she couldn't remember anything else as time stopped and all she could remember was the beating of her heart. She could remember how all their plans were disintegrating and when she found the eyes of her husband again...to this day she can't describe the emotion that crossed his face. But she could see him stand up and accept the burden that wasn't his to carry.

She should've seen it coming honestly, John was seen less and less at the family house as their father's disease progressed and Brock had more to do because of it. Alex should've known John was going to pass on the heavy load of being the new head to his younger brother, but she was too worried about her husband to notice. Maybe if she had, she could've done something about it.

Joe opened the door for her as she exited the house, wearing her baggy jeans and black sweatshirt that she liked to wear whenever she was on her way to the other side of the island.

"Thank you Joe, but I'm taking the subway today." She smiled at him through her sunglasses and rested a hand on his clasped ones.

"If I may ask: when do you expect to be home?" He asked cautiously. He had to answer to Brock, even though his heart went out to Alex - he has seen her cry too many times in the past 5 years.

"Late." She didn't say anything for a moment, but then she pulled off her sunglasses and sighed. "If my husband asks, you can tell him I'm in Brooklyn on the look-out for new art."

After Joe nodded, Alex walked out the gates of her house and towards the metro station. The first time she made it to the Brooklyn heights promenade she cried, stopping a few runners that passed her. She spent the next 5 minutes trying to explain that she was okay and that this was her first time seeing this place. After that when she felt suffocated by her life, she'd disappear for the day and just soak in the sun on the rocks and watch the sunset at the Manhattan bridge with other people. She felt like she was normal then.

She put her headphones on when she sat down on the metro. Her parents loved classical music, but she was more of an old school rock fan. Like Brock. When he proposed to her, he bought her a Creedence Clearwater Revival vinyl she was searching for months. They wanted to fill the small closet in their flat with vinyls.

There's no gramophone in the house now.

Alex thought about leaving and divorcing Brock so many times. Too many times that she was comfortable admitting to herself. But even though she thinks about leaving, she knows she never will - he is the love of her life. He did the only right thing he could've done at that moment and she can't blame him for that, especially not when he tries so hard to make her happy.

She got off the subway and walked downhill, among the little brick row houses and she wondered about the people living inside them. She often wondered about other people's lives. What they dreamt of, what were they scared of, what made them want to get up in the morning. She tried answering the same questions, but it sometimes made her sad. As she saw the first sun rays breaking on the water she sped up, wanting to see the water as soon as possible and grabbed an ice-cream from the vendor - Paul - on the way to her spot on the rocks.

~Brock~

It had been happening more and more recently - Alex disappearing for the whole day and returning only in the evening. She never told anyone where she was going and she always took the subway. Joe always told him the same - she was in Brooklyn searching for art. The first couple of times he brushed it off as she was a fan of art, but when she never added anything to the collection, he became suspicious.

After the conversation they had a week ago, Brock was feeling antsy. He knew what he was about to do was wrong and if Alex found out, she'd have his head, but he needed to do something or his head was going to explode. Picking up the phone, he dialed the newest number in his phone.

"Steve. It's Brock." He paused for the other man to catch up. "Listen, I know it's early, but if you want I have a job for you. Can you come over tomorrow to discuss details?"

~Steve~

"Sure. I have to pick something up from the post, but I can come over straight after that. Would 9am be okay for you?" Steve asked as he walked around the apartment. Holly watched varily from the sofa, twirling the remote in her hands.

"Perfect, see you then." He hung up and exhaled.

"Was that Brock?" Holly asked as he plopped down next to her, putting his arm around her, scooching closer to her. He hummed in response and reached for the remote to unpause the movie.

"I thought we talked about it, Steve. I don't want you close to the business." She moved the remote out of his way. "You're too pure to be in this business."

"Holly, I can handle myself. It's not like he'll ask me to move a body or something."

"Maybe not now." She joked. "But seriously Stevie...I know you don't have a job but this is serious. He won't make you do anything illegal but he might put a target on your back. And I love you too much to watch you get killed."

"Oh, you love me?" Steve quickly changed the subject.

"I do." Holly blushed and turned her body to him, slowly kissing his jaw. "You are the most honest and nicest man I have ever met and I love you because of it."

"I love you too." Steve grabbed her chin, looking into her eyes. She stared at him before kissing him hard and stradling his lap, tugging at his belt.

~Brock~

He couldn't focus, he stared at the man in front of him but he couldn't hear a single word the man said. The only thing that played in his head on repeat was that Alex might be cheating on him.

"Mr. Rumlow, I would need your answer by the end of today. I'm meeting with new potential client tomorrow and unless you'd agree to a higher price, I will have to stop supplying the coca plant." That made him snap out of his throughts. Brock let his hand fall from his beard to the table and he met the eyes of the man sitting in front of him. The man visibly flinched.

"Mr. Gilson, I thought we had a contract that was valid for the next 3 more years."

"W-We do, however as you hopefully recall, there is a clause that mentions the other competitors." Gilson gulped. Brock stood up, motioning to his bodyguards to leave, before he cornered Gilson in his chair.

"I don't like to be fooled, Gilson. We both know there was no such clause and you're only greedy." Brock sneered. "You know damn well what kind of reputation I have and I don't like to prove anyone right. So unless you'd like to be on the receiving end of it, I suggest you call off tomorrow's meeting as I am the only one that has the legally binding right to your coca plant."

"M-Mr. Rumlow, p-please, he is offering a lot more money and I'm not asking you to match his price, just a symbolic value, so I can justify saying no."

"Are you in money trouble? Have any debt?" Brock straightened up, looking down at the man in front of him.

"No."

"Is the competitor threatening you?"

"No."

"Have you had a good harvest and have additional coca plants that will go bad if you don't sell them?"

"No."

"Are you afraid of the competitor?"

"Not really."

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Not always."

"What about right now?"

"...yes." Gilson gulped and when he saw Brock's hand move, he flinched, closing his eyes. Brock slapped his shoulder.

"I will tell you what's going to happen now." Brock inhaled. "You are going to leave my office and never, or for the next three years, raise this topic to me again. Unless there will be some real problems, I don't want to hear about your greed. And there will be no other buyers. Do you understand me?"

"Y-Yes." The man scurried out of the office and his bodyguards entered the room again, sitting at the table, observing their boss rubbing his forehead.

"Find out who this competitor is. Someone has been snooping around and I don't like it." His bodyguards nodded and left again, leaving Brock alone with his thoughts.

~Steve~

After Holly showered she left for some event she needed to attend and Steve decided to take a walk and think about tomorrow. It was going to be a pivotal day for his mission and he wondered what the job will be, what will be asked of him. He knew that undercover cops don't undergo trial or face consequences but he still wondered if he will be able to do what will be asked of him.

He made his way to the water, walking around the lively restaurants and bars, observing the happy chatter and music that filled the Pebble beach. He thought of Peggy and he remembered how she left him - in the middle of Per Se with a ring in his palm. He had a plan then, for them. He was going to buy the small brick row house in Brooklyn and they'd have a family, like they dreamed of, he'd request a transfer to a desk job or even maybe potentially change jobs, so he wouldn't worry her. They'd dance in the living room to jazz and they'd cook together while they recounted their days.

Steve made it to the lawn next to the Manhattan bridge and took in the setting sun. He pictured having picnics here with Peggy, they'd sit in silence and just be with each other, appreciating something so spectacular and beautiful.

He saw a lone figure far from anyone else, resting on her hands, head lulled to the side and he recognized her.

"Alex. What brings you to the other side of town?" Steve made his way to her, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Steve...what? Did Brock send you?" Alex quickly stood up, wiping her hands in her jeans.

"What? No, of course not, I live near by and walk along the promenade oftenly." Steve looked utterly lost and her stern look fell and she tried laughing it off.

"Sorry about that. Of course you live near by. You mentioned last week at dinner."

"Mind if I join you?" Steve asked and pointed to the patch of grass she was sitting on a few moments ago.

"Not at all." They sat down and watched the sun set on Manhattan.

"The first time I saw it, I cried." Alex said after the last rays disappeared. "The sunset I mean." She turned to him. Steve didn't know what to say.

"I can understand that - it is truly breathtaking."

"I don't think I'd ever get tired of seeing it."

"You would." Steve sheepishly laughed as Alex looked at him, eyebrows arched high. "I grew up here so I have seen it thousands of times. It's nice, but you get used to it."

"I don't think I ever would."

"That's because you live far away and can't be here everyday. Let me put it like this - at the dinner I commented on the Kandinsky that hangs in your living room and you said that it was okay. If you only saw it once in a museum, you'd think it is one of the most beautiful works of art. But now you look at it everyday and you don't think it's that interesting anymore."

"That's true, but I also think that each day you'd come here, the people are different and so is the vibe. I think that makes each experience different from the one another." Alex smiled.

Steve insisted on walking her to her subway station across the Brooklyn bridge. Alex felt weird not talking to him, while she suspected Steve didn't mind the silence.

"How's the job search going?" She finally aske, breaking Steve's train of thoughts.

"Actually Brock called me today with a job offer." He was surprised by her surprised expression. "You don't know anything about it?"

"No...but to be fair I am the least involved in the family business."

"How so?"

"I don't want anything to do with it. The less I know the better."

"For your protection?"

"And my sanity - I don't want to know the business my husband is involved in, especially when I know that I won't agree with it."

"Why marry into the family then?" Steve inquired and paused as Alex turned to him. "Forgive me, that was completely out of line."

Neither of them spoke for the next few minutes. Steve took off his jacket and put it around her shoulder as she shuddered due to the wind. She stayed way over what she calculated and was severly unprepared for the NYC wind in the middle of Brooklyn bridge. She was surprised by the act of kindness. He really was different than Holly's other boyfriends.

"Brock wasn't supposed to take over the business. When we got married, we were supposed to move to Europe. I was supposed to continue studying and he wanted to write." She decided to answer his previous question. Steve nodded but decided to keep his mouth shut - after all this wasn't his business and was irrelevant to his mission, so he thought it was better to not snoop too much and make her uncomfortable.

She returned his jacket when they arrived at the Fulton street and they said goodbye, before she disappeared into the station and he continued to walk to the Chamber street.

When Alex returned home, Brock was still up, reading his book in bed.

"How was your art hunt?" He smiled at her, putting down his book.

"Joe really can't lie, can he?" She joked. "Not as productive as I would've liked. There were good pieces but none of them really moved me." She said from the bathroom. His smile fell and he had to restrain himself from accusing his wife of anything without proof.

"I sure one of these days you'll find what you're searching for."

"I'm not really searching for anything - I'm just looking around. I know it when I'll see it."

"Right...listen I want to talk to you about the business."

"Brock, no, I don't wa-"

"I know. But this is pressing and it concerns you. I don't want you to be blindsided tomorrow."

Alex could sense something was off, but now she was becoming uneasy. She walked out of the bathroom in her PJs and sat on the edge of the bed, next to Brock.

"There's something going on and until I get to the bottom of it, I want you to be safe at all times. I have a meeting with Steve tomorrow and if he accepts he's going to be your bodyguard for the time being." Alex stood up abruptly.

"No, Brock. We had this discussion already, I don't need a bodyguard."

"This was before. Things changed. You're getting a bodyguard and that's the end of this conversation."

"You can't make decisions for me whenever you feel like it."

"For fuck's sakes Alex, someone has been snooping around and I can't have you sneaking off for the whole day, making me worry what has happened to you!" Brock was now standing in front of her, yelling in her face. She piped down, looking into his blazing eyes. In the 20+ years she has known him, she has seen him angry only a handful of times.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but please just grant me this until I figure things out, okay?" He sighed as he stared into her big eyes.

"I don't like this, Brock." Alex sighed as well.

"I know, but just until I get to the bottom of this, okay? I swear." He kissed the top of her head.

Thank you for reading! 🙏😊

The GIF and the clothes picture aren't mine - they belong to the amazing creators.

Phew this was a long chapter! And it was a long time coming 😁 I hope it's still okay that @schlean you are still tagged?

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[ruleof3bobby]

THE STRANGER (2022) Grade: C+

It's based on a true story, if u didn't know anything about that or a trailer, the plot turns will keep ur attention. Ending was average. The two leads acting scenes together are intense.

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[scuddisher]

LET'S GET IN THE BACK OF YOUR COP CAR, OFFICER.

Steve had found you working so many times, was so diligent about turning a blind eye and letting you walk away—but this time he had to make a report, unless you could convince him otherwise.

RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT (18+) PAIRING — steve murphy x sex-worker! gender-neutral reader GENRE(S) — drabble, smut. WORD COUNT — 2.7k WARNINGS — mature content, pet-names used: honey & baby, a bit of dark! steve murphy, quick plot & ending. SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, multiple references to sex work, oral (reader receiving), quickie, unprotected intercourse, creampie, exhibitionism (semi-public spot) RELEASE DATE — MARCH 22ND 2024

AUTHOR’S NOTE — this man is rotting my brain so you guys have to rot with me. need him carnally. also yes I've had the song the title is from stuck in my head with scenes of him on repeat. save me fictional steve murphy.

His cologne engulfed you first, telling you exactly who was behind you. His hand on your shoulder turned your skin from smooth to bumpy with chills just before he spoke. “Haven't I told you to get a better career?”

You were used to Steve Murphy’s smartass comments tossed aimlessly, especially in trying times like the situation he found you in. Leaving the bed of a man who paid—someone Murphy was out hunting down and just-so-happened to find you with—all while unsatisfied and disappointed in such a rich man who played up his sex-life like he ran the bunnies at the playboy mansion.

“He doubled his pay just to get me here.” You sighed, a tell that Steve knew well.

He knew what happened by the scent of the room he had walked into, thankfully putting a stop to the madness you got yourself in. It was always an older man who picks younger lovers to tame, but as Steve saw your underwear as you lifted them back up your legs—he saw they were dry.

“Such a shame, pretty thing like you comin’ all this way for nothin’.” Steve's eyes wavered, you knew what was bound to happen next. “Especially since I gotta take you in this time.”

Your tongue was between your teeth, attempting to not curse at the man for doing his job. It wouldn't be long before others showed up for this bust.

Peña leaned against the wall with his arms folded and eyes darting between you and the rich man he had just put cuffs on—the numbers in his head already adding up to what Murphy was planning to do. It was a man-in-power advantage, one that had Javier smirking to himself.

Steve's hand had left your shoulder moments ago, the skin still feeling the warmth of his touch. But the solid grip on your upper arm, one that tightened lightly as he pushed you forward to walk with him, that was what truly made your heart skip a beat.

“Let's go downstairs and get you out of the house before any cameras show up trying to catch a glimpse of this guy.” His voice was low as his head moved closer to yours, eyes on Peña while passing him with a nod in response to the ‘alone time’ plea. He knew the drill.

You moved at the same beat as him, legs attempting to take strides similar to his so he couldn't tell how nervous you were. For once, with Steve wearing his badge, you tasted what felt like unfairness of the system.

“Honey—” Voice soft and still as low as before, he spoke. “I really didn't want you doing this shit anymore.”

You heard it, the sound of a man disappointed. Steve had saved your ass nearly three times now, almost four if he hadn't let you slip out the window before anyone else saw you. You knew your time working the streets was coming to a close each time the DEA team was let loose on the customers in the area.

“I thought you said you were looking for more work last time?” His baby blue eyes caused your heart to skip when he turned his head to look into your gaze, his hand on your arm helping you dodge doorways and decor as you made it out the front door and towards his undercover car.

“I was. And I found it.” Your voice was even smaller than his, his grip stopping you right beside the large vehicle just before turning you to face him.

His scent was so loud: cologne, a drink or two from after lunch, the smell of ink from files and paperwork that he had been flipping through until they got a lead stained on his fingertips. It made your head swim. It always did.

The clink of his hand on the car window startled you from staring at him, wishing only to close your eyes and take in having him so close. And he was close—so close with his eyes on you and only you, that his voice made your body vibrate with every word. “You know I don't have any more ‘get out of jail free cards’ right? Your DNA is gonna be on that guy when we run him through the system. There's no getting out of this one.”

His body leaned into yours, almost pressing you into the black SUV like you were part of the paint. Steve's eyes were filled with a glaze that could only be a lack of sleep and a buzz from his earlier drinks, matching the scent of liquor on his breath as he breathed on you softly.

“M-Murphy…” You squeaked, wanting to fade into him and feel every muscle and scar along his skin. “Can't you do something? Anything?”

You saw the flash in his eyes. The way his tongue poked from his mouth to lick his lips. His eyes darting behind your head and to his own reflection in the tinted back window of the car.

It was only for a moment, the click of the door handle and the breeze of the back door opening—Steve’s eyes never leaving yours. “Get in the back.”

Your skin felt the leather as you shuffled into the car, the backseat big and welcoming compared to most vehicles you've been in the back of along with the rough slam of your door being shut. His cologne hit your nose once more, finding you through a waft of air once he made his way into the backseat with you and closed his door.

His jaw was locked, eyes steady adding things in his own mind, that of which you wish you could see or hear. Steve was hardly ever this quiet, always planning something aloud and letting you in—he didn't want to make you feel unsafe around him.

But this—this was different. You were a link in his finding, a witness in his case that could cause you to have to be taken to the station and questioned—and not just for being involved with a rich criminal like your client. Being known as a solicitor would ruin your reputation. It would open you up to a world of all the ruined cops constantly trying to take advantage of those they take in. And even worse, put your name in the eyes of the big men who actually run this city—men way over Steve Murphy’s head.

The sound of his breathing speeding up made your fingers shake, gripping at the clothes you wore to try and hold onto something. “Officer Murphy?”

His name rolling off your tongue made his head snap in your direction, blue irises darker in the dim streetlights far outside from the car you sat in.

The few times you had called him that, you were truly scared. Eyes jittering in your head, hands running cold from anxiety, chest heaving with every breath you took. It was hard for him to look away—almost impossible, and all he could do was scoot closer to you until you were between him and the door.

Little to no room to move around, his scent so deep in your nose that you could almost taste him—and his lips captured yours. Kiss soft, promising, and fulfilling of everything you didn't get in that room upstairs in one swift motion, you moaned into his harsh taste until you felt his tongue trying to lick at your own.

His hand moved from his thigh to your neck, fingers pressing into your warm skin and recreating the same chills he felt rise on your body earlier. You could feel the twinge of his smirk in the kiss, but you fell so deep into his touch that you could hardly focus on anything else.

The groan he released was loud when your hand moved onto his leg, feeling at his rough jeans that ran too right in his crotch at times like these. Something that had never seemed to cross your mind, ending up in such a position as this—Steve desperate to touch you, you desperate to get out of this mess—it almost had you crawling on top of him.

And right as the idea popped into your mind, your hand grazed his hard-on just in time to know how badly he wanted you. He hardly got a noise out, “Fuck.” being the only thing he said.

But it wasn't what was in his head. It wasn't the idea that had made his tongue lick his lips or his eyes catch a glimpse of the black car that would hide your heated bodies doing sinful acts.

His touch turned warmer as his hand on your neck slid down your front, feeling at all the parts of you he knew he'd get sounds out of. The most beloved sound, one he had dreamed of hearing, was that of the wetness he felt as his hand slipped into your underwear.

Your eyes rolling back at just a hint of friction had him pulling back from your mouth just to watch. The whites of your eyes were all he could see for a split second, and he had barely started.

Steve seeing you crawling your way out of that king size bed, picking up your dry underwear that showed zero signs of you being the least bit interested in the man you were just in between the sheets with—it made his bottom lip go in between his teeth at the thought.

Before you could blink, his large body was shuffling until his hands took you at your waist and pulled you sideways on the seats. Your lower half was right at his face, his breathing scattered as his eyes gleamed up at you in the soft orange haze of the streetlights all around the driveway of the house. His fingers left your wetness to latch at your underwear, pulling that and your pants down past your knees.

Your glistening body has his eyes glassy, drool nearly pooling from his lips as they quivered and tried to form a sentence. It wasn't forever ago when you noticed his ring had gone missing. It wasn't even a month ago that he had found you again, his grip on you tight as he walked you out—he held himself back like a gentleman all this time—but now he was a starved man.

“C-Can I?” His face was darkened, yours lit up in the light. All you could see was him chewing in his bottom lip in anticipation before you nodded.

And that was all he needed. The plunge into you was more satisfying than you had felt the pleasure of someone else's touch in forever, his tongue wet and lapping and licking like a dehydrated dog to its water bowl.

Your hand covered your mouth as a scream nearly ripped through you, unsure of how sound-proof the vehicle was. His eyes moving up at you to see your eyes rolling back again was enough to have him stirring an orgasm from you at any cost.

All the times he had peeled you away from a man who only wanted his own pleasure, ignoring the fact you looked like a wreck that hadn't actually orgasmed from anything they had done to you—just to end up in the back of his car with him in between your thighs.

His tongue moved against you in waves, his hand and fingers coming into play only minutes later to help push you to your breaking point. “Steve, for the love of God!” You whined into the quiet car, barely being able to call to him over his whimpers and moans as he collected your wetness and swallowed with vigor.

It wasn't until your body began to shake, and an orgasm threatened to roar that the blue and red lights flashed into the car. Steve's cheeks had run pink from his focus and the heat now causing you both to sweat in the confined space.

The man rose up, his hands on his belt trying to loosen the restraint quickly. He could hardly pull his cock out before he saw others moving into the house, his tip pressing at your entrance just in time for you to cling to him and beg. “Stop stalling, Murphy!”

You had nearly bit your tongue at your own words leaving your mouth—they were fuel to his fire. Every inch of him that sunk into you had your nails digging into his shirt on his back, almost causing them to cut through the cotton as you clung to him for dear life. “Oh shit. Oh, shit!”

Steve believed he thought of everything. Knew you were unsatisfied, knew if he got you alone that he could show you a good time. But what he didn't account for was how long it had been since you had been fucked right, your hold on him tight enough to already have his precum spilling into you until he could hear every sound you made when he filled you.

You were whining, no—whimpering, at how much he filled you. How easily he found your spot deep inside your walls, the curve of his cock making you see stars the moment he bottomed out in you.

By now, the car's windows were steamed up. If anyone was actually paying attention—looking hard enough into the SUV’s windows that were clearly a DEA regulated vehicle—they’d see Murphy's hand sliding down the back passenger seat’s window before finding a better hold on the leather seat inside.

You felt him raise his hips, felt the shake of the car each time he jerked them into a deep thrust, and most importantly of all—felt your gummy walls rush with more wetness and vibrate with your orgasm. Shivering, you took hold of his shirt until he was sure that Peña would get a good laugh out of the wrinkles it now holds.

But Steve was a stallion, racing for his own release like the car shaking and almost rattling at his rough thrusts was the last thing on his mind. Your eyes had shut in wonder for when the knock on the window would come, moaned at the feeling of his head falling into your neck to take a deep breath of your scent, and completely went limp feeling his seed gush into you.

“F-Fuck, honey.” His voice was so unstable, hair wet and stuck to his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. “Warn a man that you're as tight as leather pants on a sweaty rockstar before he puts his dick in you.” His words were comical, the smile he wore growing larger on his face as he sat back in the seats and tried to tighty himself up.

You cackled, sitting up and stretching your neck from the harsh position you had been in. Finally, your mind was clearing—but now the entire driveway was filled with cops, and you were still on the scene.

Once your eyes caught Steve's, his face showed more seriousness while he glanced around at the amount of people leering into his case. Someone had talked, gossiped, or corruption spun its web and leaked into Murphy’s current world.

And here you sat, having fucked the lead DEA detective of the case—guilty eyes finding his again.

“You'll still be found out when he gets put into the system…” He claimed, signing as he put an unlit cigarette between his lips. “But as long as I have a hold on it—” He had a way out of this all along. “—I can make it like you were never in the house. You met him somewhere else, maybe for a blowjob or a quickie—hmm?” He spoke with confidence, pulling a lighter from his pocket and lighting the cigarette.

He was going to make it go away, he just wanted to know what all the hype about you truly was. Needless to say, curiosity got the best of him.

“This is your last shift at this job, isn't it?” It wasn't a question, it was a demand—and his voice had turned cold. His breath fanned over your face, blue eyes watching your mouth fall open at his sudden change in demeanor. “Want me to make it all go away, baby?”

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[abominable-space-they]

Ok everyone has me in a punk Steve & Eleven mind set.

This is refining & combining two separate Steve being close with the girls/El au ideas I've had recently

So, what if Steve was the one who found Eleven on that first night, everything would fall out so differently from there

Since he cancelled on Nancy no party with secret government psychic kid on the property, Barb didn't die. When Will got taken, Barb & Nancy both know Jonathan so they get involved through helping & supporting him.

Meanwhile Steve was panicking while actively hiding a mostly nonverbal child. He's almost certain she's been severely neglected at least, probably abused. Bad things have happened to her, he recognized the signs. He'd been that kid. He sees himself in the way she's jumpy, defensive, weirdly naive, in the way she always waits to see what he's doing first, before she says or does anything herself.

He won't to give her back to whomever she ran from, can't bring himself to do that to another kid. His parents were never home so they're not a problem but he doesn't know what the fuck to do about the government.

In a panic he went to the guy he bought his weed from (he knows how to hide from the cops right?)

Eddie Munson

Eddie didn't know what was going on in Hawkins but what he did know was that all these undercover government vans weren't here for a wild animal attack... or him, thank the Deities for small favors.

So when Steve fucking Harrington showed up on his doorstep with a magical child, panic in his and eyes, and no idea what to do next, Eddie was mostly relieved.

Relieved and maybe just a little intrigued

An escaped secret government psychic kid, a totally different missing kid of the same age, a town full of under cover fbi vans(or worse), and these reported animal attacks had to be connected, if Eddie was running this campaign he would never have this much going on at once that wasn't part of a larger connected story. He just couldn't see the whole picture yet. They needed more information & they needed resources

Jonathan & Nancy had been acting super suspicious the last few days. Eddie usually minded his business but under these circumstances, after a brief urgent discussion, they decided it might be wise to just pop in and see what was what. Maybe they knew what the hell was going on. They could all compare notes at least

They took Eddie's van bc he was not gonna be at the mercy of Steve Harrington for transportation. Doing foolish shit like that could get you hate crimed... Plus being the town weed slinger had it's benefits. He knew where everyone lived.

On the way to try and find the other kids to compare those notes, Eleven, who was very quiet but had an eerie way of just knowing things, found the crate he kept ppl's forgotten tapes in, there was a little bit of everything in that crate, a musical lost and found that he couldn't bring himself to discard, even if he personally thought the music was boring

Eleven picked a tape, waving it at them like it had significance.

Well why not?

Steve showed her how to put it in the tape deck. The Runaways crashed into life on his better then average speakers. Eddie expected Steve to complain, but he just listened very very closely, eyes closed like he was straining to hear the lyrics over the heavy guitars.

"you ok Stevie?"

"huh? Yeah yeah, this is just... relatable. I kinda didn't expect it, you know? ... Do you think they'll be able to help?"

There was only one way to find out, they were here. The Byers residence blinked dimly. Eddie thought the cheer was ominous given the circumstances.

Eleven appeared between the seats, brow furrowed.

"we need to hurry, it's coming"

WELL THAT WASN'T TERRIFYING AT ALL-

#stranger things #fanfic #steddie #pre relationship #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #stranger things au #steve stranger things #steve & eleven #punk au #punk!steve #punk steve au #punk steve harrington #punk eleven #au #eddie x steve #steve is a good big brother #punk!el #punk el au #eleven #jane hopper

[allthingssteddie]

Steve Harrington is a cop from Hawkins who is transferred to California.

Steve Harrington decides he needs a change of scenery so he asked to be transferred to California. As he arrives he is immediately approached to go under cover to spy on a local drug dealer Rick who’s becoming bigger problem for them lately. And because of Steve’s youthful appearance and Rick who likes to have younger guys around and run errands for him he’s chosen to go. As he’s undercover he meets Eddie who’s Ricks favorite and at first they bumps heads but then fall in love but Eddie tells him he’s stuck being there and things become messy from there on.

I haven’t wrote it it’s just an idea I was kinda feeling like this would be like 21 jump street and true romance kind of vibes.

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steddie fandom #steddie idea #eddie munson is a sweetheart #bi steve harrington #eddie munson is gay #steddie ficlet #steddie ao3 #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve Harrington is a cop #steddie edit #steddie angst #steddie au #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington is in love #80s #steddie prompt #steddie imagine #steve and eddie #eddie munson fics #steddie fic idea #steddie fanfic #eddie munson lives #eddie munson my beloved #eddie munson loves steve harrington

[criminally-obsessed]

ROBIN: You’re just being paranoid. Again. EDDIE: When have I been paranoid? ROBIN: Um, when you first met Nancy you thought she was an undercover cop…? EDDIE: No one has hair that big, I thought it was a surveillance camera! ROBIN: And last year you were sure Steve was a mermaid! EDDIE: He hates wearing shirts! COINCIDENCE?! *Later, when EDDIE’s theory is proven wrong* ROBIN: Do you have anything to say for yourself? EDDIE: I still think Steve is a mermaid.

#stranger things #stranger things incorrect quotes #steddie #fruity four #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve harrington #nancy wheeler

[peblezq]

I had such whiplash today

I recently got back into reading Stucky fanfic again and was browsing ye olde ao3 and stumbled on this great 21 jump street AU where Steve and Bucky are undercover cops in a high school. It was incomplete before it can even get to the good stuff. But the setup was so well done that I was enthralled and then utterly distraught when I realized it hadn't been updated since 2020...

Then I saw the user profile and realized.... oh shit. I wrote this.

TL DR; I bamboozled myself. I was the villain all along

#i have the entire fic outlined too #so like theoretically i could simply continue where I left off #but i am also working on a house md/supernatural crossover #and the sequel to my book series published on amazon #but like sure #i might update it again just because i actually really enjoy what ive written so far #its really nice reading my old writing #having forgotten that i even wrote it in the first place #it hits different #stucky #marvel #steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel au #21 jump street #au fanfiction #ao3 #fanfic writer problems #pebs rambles

[luckybyler]

Unpopular (?) Opinion: The kids (actually teens) look perfectly fine for the ages they're supposed to be. It's the older teens/young adults who look like the "How Do You Do Fellow Kids?" meme.

Nancy looks and behaves like an actual young journalist, or at least a third-year journalism student. I forgot at one point she was a high school senior. Her an Robin were totally convincing as late college students.

Jonathan looks like he had Will at the age of 14.

Steve graduated a year ago, but he already looks like he pays taxes and has a mortgage.

Oh come on, you gotta be kidding me! Eddie and the rest of the Hellfire Club seniors straight-up look like undercover cops at a school, the kind that fool nobody and go home after work to their wives and kids.

Ironically, Argyle, the stoner character, is the one who looks like maaaybe he could pass for an 18 year-old under the right lighting, but his character arc involved working at a pizza place and driving his friend and his friend's kids siblings across the country without so much as sharing a phone call for his family, so the illusion is shattered right there.

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #st argyle #jonathan byers #argyle #st season 4 #byler

[stuckybingo]

Stucky Bingo Round-Up #22 (April 7th - 20th)

If you would like a shiny Bingo Card of your own, you can fill out this form! Don’t forget to fill out the submission form to be a part of the round-ups and to get your bingo badges!

Sweet On You by rookthorne Square filled: Adopted square (April) - Artist/Muse AU Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: tooth rotting fluff, persuasive husbands Summary: Beauty was something that anyone and everyone strived to capture in their life — whether it be by photographs, artistry, the simple but elegant words of poetry. The opportunities were endless and abundant. And your boys were remiss to lose on an opportunity to utilise their skills, on any front. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

A Heart's Embrace by rookthorne Square filled: I2 - Cuddling Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Sleepy!Bucky and Sleepy!Steve, cuddle pile Summary: Your plans are foiled by a cuddle pile. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Shipwrecked by ABrighterDarkness Square filled: N3 - Free Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Shipwreck, Severe Storms Major tags: Moodboard, Pirates, Stranded, Mermaids Summary: He wasn't supposed to survive the storm, no one else had. Format: Moodboard

Undercover Cops by Rufferto Square filled: O1 - Disguises Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Alternate Universe, Brooklyn 9-9 AU, Detectives, Dressing up, partners. Summary: Seasoned partners Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are detectives in Brooklyn 9-9 police department. They've got to catch a baseball coach in the act and have decided to dress up as baseball players. Bucky's always trying to yank Steve's chain and Steve's always trying to prove himself. Unfortunately all the precinct had were old uniforms from when the dodgers were in Brooklyn. One day Steve's gonna say yes just to wipe that smirk off of Bucky's face. In the meantime they have to arrest the coach. Format: Art

call of the moon by aspen | blackwood4stucky Square filled: N3 - free space Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Major tags: omegaverse, werewolf au Summary: The change was by no means new to him, he was true to this barbaric lifestyle, but that meant little as his spine crackled with the shift. It was a cruel fact of life, pain. A ruin is what became of the beast's home, but beauty can still be found in the wilds. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Beauty Impossible To Reach by endlesstwanted Square filled: Adopted square (April) - AU: Artist/muse Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Established Relationship, Artist Bucky Barnes Summary: Bucky paints something special for Steve’s birthday. Format: Drabble (exactly 100 words)

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 5 #round up 22 #weekly round up #don't forget to fill out the submission form

[rufferto9]

Undercover Cops

Bingo: Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3, Square filled B3, prompt: Brooklyn Dodgers, card number SB3017 Bingo: Stucky Bingo Round 5, Square filled: O1, prompt: Disguises, card number 5002 Pairing: Steve Rogers & BuckyBarnes Title : Undercover Cops Warnings: No archive warnings apply. Rating: Teen Tags: Alternate Universe, Brooklyn 9-9 AU, Detectives, Dressing up, partners. Summary: Seasoned partners Steve Rogers and Bucky barnes are detectives in Brooklyn 9-9 police department. They've got to catch a baseball coach in the act and have decided to dress up as baseball players. Bucky's always trying to yank Steve's chain and Steve's always trying to prove himself. Unfortunately all the precinct had were old uniforms from when the dodgers were in Brooklyn. One day Steve's gonna say yes just to wipe that smirk off of Bucky's face. In the meantime they have to arrest the coach.

#stucky #steve rogers/bucky barnes #detectives #brooklyn 9-9 crossover #steverogersbingoround3 #stuckybingoround5

[nubiannewyorkers]

#MovieTime - "Cruising" is a 1980 crime thriller film directed by William Friedkin and starring Al Pacino. It follows an undercover police officer, Steve Burns (Pacino), who is assigned to investigate a series of murders in the New York City gay leather scene. As Burns immerses himself in the subculture, he becomes increasingly torn between his duties as a cop and his own identity. The film explores themes of sexuality, identity, and the dark side of human behavior.

[thetranszomb]

my msm au nightcap is getting traction im... SO HAPY..!!! like genuenly please...!!!

i can give Y'all a whole list if You want..?!!

MSM-PvZ AU LIST [PvZh+GW/BfN mix]

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Dave - Gnarls

Zomboss - Ghazt

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Citron - Vhamp

Green Shadow - Potbelly

Solar Flare - Flowah

Spudow - Viveine

Nightcap - Fung w

Beta Carrotina - Jeodee

Rose - Kayna/Rare Kayna/Epic Kayna [rare- druid; epic- nec'rose]

Chompzilla - Gheegur

Captain Combustible - Hawlo

Wallknight - Bisonorus

Grass Knuckles - Barrb

Kernel Cop- edamimi

Major Sweetie - Tiawa

Tumbleweed Ted - Floogull

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Super Brainz + any like. ither versions- Stoowarb

Brain Freeze - Glaisur

Prof. Brainstorm - Theremind

Z-Mech - Sox + Rare Wubbox

Impfinity - Hyehehe

Huge Giganticus - Pixolotl

Electric Boogalo - [Undercover] Floogull; [hero form] Rare Floogull

Rustbolt - Humbug

Smash - Sneyser [ + the imp on his back - Glowl]

Immorticia - Plinkajou

Neptuna - Strombonin [+ the octopus on her head - Chranchee]

Steve- Common wubbox

Deadbeard- Attmoz

Tim-Epic Ghazt + Déjà Jin

Gene Error- Gjoob

Baron V. Bats - Hyehehe

Power Cora - Dwumrohl

Brick Fistmissle+Majestico+Fantastico- Tawwker

Big Boy Gang - Leader (Rehpian)- Riff/Electric slide (Gidget) - Rare dwumrohl/ Fire Brainz(Fire Hurricane) - stoowarb+carillong/ foot soldier (Pratch) - hyehehe

Hugh D. Votee - Bisonorus

Cleatus -Flum Ox

Otto Do/Rainbow Glitz- Maggpi

[cursedchildofchaos]

Be Warned...If You’re Reading This, It’s Your Fault

He climbed out of the water, his tiny arms struggling, sopping wet. The sun glistened against his scaly chest.

Learn How To Dino T Rex was alive.

6 months later

Mr. T Rex was sipping on the blood of his enemies…not Sword Lady and Pikaman. They were there with him. They had become friends. In fact, they started a cult together.

But they had new enemies. Every day it seemed that a new evil force was trying to take over. The birds? As pretty as they were, they were vile. 

The little frog. He may look trustworthy, but he took all the vanilla extract from everyone else. Despicable.

And don't even get me started on the dogs with human faces. That shit was weird. 

They would not succumb to the new Cult of Ads. They all had to be taken out. Thus, that's what was in Mr. T Rex's drink.

Why had he paired up with Sword Lady and Pikaman? Because of the other way worse cult. 

The Gummy Bears.

When the attack happened…it was awful. They drowned a poor cat who wouldn't join their forces. Mr. T Rex knew his power was truly over. He saw the light of Sword Lady and Pikaman's ways. But this new power? They had to stop it. They had to work together.

And now he was in love with Sword Lady, too, which complicated things. I mean can you blame him? Her soft gentle silvery locks? Her smoldering eyes. If you'd seen her wearing her bunny ears fancy corset, you would fall for her looks, too.

But it wasn't just looks. It was her soul. But her soul belonged to Pikaman, who had recently proposed marriage…

Mr. T Rex couldn't betray Pikaman by stealing Sword Lady from him. Pikaman was his best friend. The light of his life. His buddy old pal. The Ice Pick Joe to his Goncharov. 

No, that wouldn't be right. But he would fight by their side.

He was thinking about this as he drank the blood of one of the Gummy Bears. It tasted like fruit punch Powerade. Suddenly, more Gummy Bears attacked.

Sword Lady violently slashed about slicing heads off and screaming (it reminded Mr. T Rex of Steve in the Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs movie).

Pikaman was pretty useless since he was just some guy in cosplay (all he could do was nibble the foot of a gummy bear he caught).

Mr. T Rex wasn't the greatest help either, due to his arms being so small. His only hope of help was catching the wretched things in his mouth without drowning.

Finally, they had caught them all and dumped them in a lake.

A threat was still in the air. Could the cult stop them? No, but the Communist pigs from Animal Farm could. No more gelatin for the Gummy Bears!

And that's how the Gummy Bear War ended. The cats all died, or so we thought…a little cat named Princess was rumored to survive and that's why we still have cats to this day.

Beware…there are rumors of not all the Gummy Bears dying either. You can usually spot the Gummy Bears though because they’re always singing “Oh, I’m a Gummy Bear! Yes, I’m a Gummy Bear!”

But back to the past. The Cult of Ads continued after this. They worshiped the Sword Lady as their queen. 

But it was painful for Mr. T Rex. He decided he was gonna go on a spiritual journey alone before returning to the cult.

That's when he went to England and fell in love with Tea, a glass of tea. They are happily married (It was a double wedding with Sword Lady and Pikaman, now Sword Man and Pikalady as they took each other’s last names). 

Tea perhaps is one of the most devoted cultists even though Tea can't read all the passages and must have someone read to her cuz she's illiterate due to being a glass of tea…

Or maybe that's what she wants us to think…maybe…she's been an undercover cop this whole time!

Dun, dun, dun!

#sword lady #pikaman #learn how to dino #gummy bear ad #tumblr ads #tumblr ad fanfic

[vecnuthy]

Steddie AU where they're both at a military school

3.2k

Steve landed there because his asshole father finally got tired of being disappointed and his mother was of the mindset that Steve would be better away from his father, regardless of what that looked like. Maybe Steve would find some purpose and direction from being at the school. How romantically flawed of her.

Eddie ended up there a little later through an ultimatum handed down by a judge after he was arrested for selling drugs to an undercover cop. His choice was either jail time and a record to show for it or military school with no record. It absolutely destroyed Wayne the day Eddie left, but he held on to the hope that Eddie would be okay, that the school wouldn't snuff out the light that he worked so hard to cultivate and shelter after everything that happened with his father and mother.

The first thing that went? Their hair. Steve's locks, his defining feature, the one thing he felt he had total control over, lay shattered across the floor at his feet. A ragged breath escaped from his throat as he was moved along without ceremony, without feeling, and shown the bunk where he would call home for the next several months.

When Eddie sat down in the chair, his eyes were almost dead, completely checked out other than the slight wince he gave when the clippers buzzed to life. As more and more of his scalp hit the air, all he could think of was how on brand all of this was, just another entry in the book that was his shitty life. Dead mother, deadbeat father, trailer park trash, and now a delinquent stuck in a what was sure to be a hell hole because of a judge that saw things only in black and white as a way to keep this young adult, who couldn't even graduate on time, from going down the same road that his father had. A road that he had been dragged down by his proverbial shirt in his father's fist, mind you. It wasn't a longterm thing. The drugs were a means to an end, and that final deal had been a fluke anyway, completely different from what he usually did, but it didn't matter now. At least he knew what it felt like to have his hair buzzed, but it wasn't his choice this time. It felt wrong. He felt wrong.

The whole institution felt wrong, breaking them down to build them back up as machines best suited for military service after the program's completion. Forced conformity loomed over Eddie yet again, but this time it was more severe, and rebellion was absolutely not tolerated. Compliance was the only option.

Steve was a jock and coordinated, so the physical training they went through wasn't too far off from the conditioning he did for basketball. Eddie, although he could move quickly and was surprisingly strong for his build, struggled quite a bit. To be fair, very few students had the physical training element come naturally, and even Steve struggled through some of it. It was grueling, it was degrading, it toughened their bodies but made them mentally pliable for faculty to form them into what they wanted them to be.

Students were grouped together alphabetically, so it took a while for Steve's and Eddie's paths to cross. The first time it happened, Steve and some of his other teammates had been knocked down into mud in the rain during a morning training exercise as a result of their unsynced attempts to move through the course. "Team work, team work!" echoed around the field over megaphones as the rain splattered around them and members from other teams helped them up: if the whole company didn't finish together, they didn't finish at all. Steve grimaced and hissed words to himself as he took the hand that was offered to him and pulled him up, not even looking at him when he said, "Thanks, man."

"Harrington?" the other boy said incredulously, then their eyes connected. Steve looked so different with a buzzed head and almost unrecognizable in his drenched, mud-covered, tucked-in activity uniform.

"Yeah?" Steve said, wiping his other muddy hand off on his shirt. He didn't recognize the other soaked boy in front of him, who started to say something but was cut off with a thunderous "MOVE MOVE MOVE" from the megaphones, and the two scrambled back to their teams to finish the course. Eddie couldn't help but huff bitterly to himself: of course Steve didn't recognize him, even though he literally sold him weed a few times and his friends tried to make his life hell. Who would care to remember him?

Steve couldn't deny that Eddie looked familiar, but he couldn't place him. It's not like Steve wasn't used to being recognized, since he was the most popular guy at school, and he wasn't surprised that somebody else from Hawkins had landed at the school, given how close it was. He started noticing the boy more, though, as way to hold on to some semblance of familiarity.

Every now and then, the school would allow family to come and visit. It almost killed Eddie every time he saw his uncle, and he wanted nothing more than to cling to him whenever the man's sad blue eyes met his. This time, Eddie couldn't help it. The emotional strain of basically being institutionalized in such a cold place that was doing its damnedest to snuff him out and make him into something that was so against his constitution was too much, and he crashed into his uncle's arms, shaking as sobs tore through him.

"Son, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," was all Wayne could manage to say through his own tears as he held his boy.

Steve saw the whole exchange from afar after looking up from his chemistry homework during the free period. He saw a lot of students with their families, actually, and swallowed thickly at the sight, unable to stop how "must be nice" ran through his head. His father hadn't come at all, as if Steve would have wanted to see him anyway, but not even his mother had shown up after the initial visit a couple of months ago.

"Harrington's here," Eddie mumbled thickly as he pulled back and wiped his face.

Wayne was surprised at first, but then his expression darkened. The Harringtons were big in Hawkins, and the town talked. Their son being here made sense, in all the cruelty of that realization, and Wayne felt a warm wave of venom course through him. He hated that Steve was pushed off to here of all places because he was basically seen as an inconvenience. Wayne knew the Harrington boy was popular at school and had heard about his crew's less than ideal treatment of Eddie and his friends there, but still. This place was where kids were sent to be broken. No kid deserves to be broken.

"Eddie, you hold on to yourself."

"I'm trying, old man," he said with an attempt at humor as he pivoted away with a humorless laugh, water still pooling on his lashline.

Wayne frowned a little, but moved along, asking about his classes, telling how surprised he is with how Eddie had already started to bulk up. The visit was over far too soon, and Eddie had nothing to show for it other than the small care package Wayne had left him with another cassette for his Walkman that he had been sneaked in and some of Eddie's favorite snacks and candy.

Eddie finished the rest of his free period journaling on his bunk and chewing on a Twizzler until commotion from the hallway caught his attention. Raised voices echoed from further down, and when Eddie rounded the corner, he saw two boys shoving each other, then one slam the other against the wall, who then got a fist rammed against his side in retaliation.

"HEY," Eddie barked, sprinting toward the two and pulling them apart along with another guy that had come from the opposite direction. "What the hell is wrong with you, Miller?" he said to his teammate.

"He fucking tri--"

"I don't care what he did," Eddie told the other with a definitive look down his nose. "Is it really worth the whole team getting punished?" His brown eyes burned into the other's. "Hm?"

Miller wilted, letting the fight leave his body. "No. . . no, man."

Eddie looked back over at the other two, happy to see that the other guy, Higgins, he thought his name was, was getting dressed down too. Oh-- by Harrington. Eddie did a double take, and Steve caught his eye and nodded, which Eddie returned, before Steve turned back and pushed Higgins down the hall back toward his bunk, saying something like, "Do better," which caught Eddie a little off guard.

Weeks melted by and left stains on the concrete that was becoming their constitution. Both Eddie and Steve tried to focus on their classes, but the structure was stifling and oppressive, and they struggled to float by. The good thing about the school was that there were decent tutoring resources, and after the the second barely-failed chemistry test, they both found themselves with a handful of other boys in a remedial class during a free period. Eddie was with some guy named Tompkis, Steve with another named Wilks, until Wilks threw up and Tompkis threw up because Wilks threw up.

"Munson, Harrington, finish the assignment together," the instructor ordered as they radioed the med wing about the incoming patients and got custodian on the way.

Munson, Steve repeated in his head, then it hit him. Oh damn.

It only took a couple of months for their paths to properly cross, but there the two of them were, hovering over liquid and soil samples to determine the ph and analyze how they interact.

"Jesus, that's acidic," Steve said as he watched the strip turn bright orange.

"Probably the tap water here," Eddie mumbled as he jotted down some notes.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Steve commented through a chuckle and switched out samples. "You're Eddie, right?"

Eddie looked at Steve with a blank expression and considered him for a moment, then said, "Yep. Took you long enough."

"You look really different," Steve added, opting not to hold Eddie's look.

"You do too," Eddie parried, sticking a strip in the new liquid.

"What brought you to this concrete paradise?"

"Oh, you know," Eddie started with a bitter smile. "Just your typical judge with an ultimatum and a righteous streak. You?"

Steve grimaced, not ready to bring himself to admit that he was enough of a disappointment to be unwanted and done away with by his parents.

"Don't worry about it," Eddie offered, which Steve appreciated, then they continued with their labs and went their separate ways.

But something of an orbit started to form, which grew tighter as time went on. Eddie and Steve found themselves in each other's company more and grew closer as a result. They shared trauma by sharing trauma and enduring it together, and they hashed out old differences. Wayne's visits became as much for Steve as they were for Eddie, which made fond pride bubble in Eddie's chest every time, especially after finding out how completely absent his parents had always been. This was Eddie at his core: taking in the wayward and giving them a safe space. Wayne grew to adore Steve and was happy he could give the kid something he obviously craved and deserved.

But those brief moments of affection were fleeting and left them both with a short-lived afterglow as the days cranked on.

"Steve, I'm not made for this shit," Eddie practically whispered to mask the emotion threatening to spill from his eyes after a particularly difficult run in with faculty with his team. His hands rubbed against the freshly-buzzed velvet on his head.

"Hardly any of us are," Steve said, panning around the complex at the other boys who lived rigid half lives right along side him and Eddie.

"Nobody fucking cares," he said. "They expect us to fall in line with no questions asked, it's insane. This isn't life. This isn't how people should be made to live."

"I know, man, I know," Steve said with a soothing hand on Eddie's shoulder that did more to ground Eddie than he cared to admit.

And then one day, brown eyes met brown eyes with flecks of green, and something shifted. Where hands were once steady, they shook. Throats went dry and skin flushed when looks lingered a bit too long. Dreams revealed a bit too much to handle in the waking world, and oh - oh god when Eddie invaded Steve's personal space "innocently" with that dumb, wide smile of his, Steve had to leave. He just had to go away, run laps, polish his shoes, something.

Steve was terrified. First, he was enough of a disappointment to be gotten rid of by his own parents and made an institutions's problem, and now he was primed to achieve next-level disappointment by falling for another guy -- a fucking high school flunky drug dealer from a trailer park, to boot. As soon as the thought hit him, he hated himself for it, because he knew Eddie was so much more than those perceptions. He let what little remained of his mother and father's prejudices die and decided that he would live for himself since nobody else would, and let himself feel.

Eddie was more secure in himself, but Steve had him second guessing the concept because this was new. Was it because he and Steve were each other's only link to the outside world? Because they had gotten so close? Because they had gotten close. Defenses didn't stand very much of a chance against Eddie because he was just that good at connecting with people, and, of course, Steve was a charmer, which Eddie started noticing more and more.

And, yeah, Eddie bit.

Touches lingered, Steve's space was his space, and he found out that Steve turned a particular shade of pink whenever Eddie gave a cheeky grin, so he wore it out. Steve, on the other hand, noticed how dazed Eddie looked when he looked annoyed and parried Eddie's cheek with a bit of sass, and he definitely caught Eddie staring at his arms, which now had a decent bulk to them, one day. Steve didn't catch Eddie looking at his butt and thighs, though, which is funny because Eddie was looking almost as much as Steve was distracted by Eddie's neck and back. It was hot out, but the lack of clothes to cope during down time was decidedly not helpful, which occurred to Steve as he stared slackjawed at the sweat beaded and trickling down Eddie's curved back as he sat next to Steve on the grass, leaned forward and hugging his knees to keep Steve's damn thighs out of his line of sight.

"Goddamnit," Steve involuntarily slurred out loud.

"Hm?" Eddie grunted, making his body lurch forward a little bit, snapping Steve out of his trance and making him blush beet red once he realized what he'd done.

"It's too hot out here," Steve said in an attempt to misdirect, leading Eddie to peep over his shoulder and his eyes blow large.

"Steve, you're way too red," he said with a bit of alarm as he jumped up, grabbed Steve's hand, and hauled him to the bunkers, saying, "We shouldn't have stayed out here so long," as he made a beeline to the showers. "Cold. Now," Eddie ordered, shoving Steve under the shower head.

Steve just stared at Eddie, awestruck.

"Hey. Steve," Eddie said, snapping his fingers in front of the boy to no avail, because Steve's eyes were focused on Eddie's lips, which Eddie missed because he was too busy lunging towards the handles to get the water flowing, which was unsuccessful, because Eddie was now pinned against the wall of the narrow stall with a shocked look on his face.

"Are you having a fucking stroke?"

"No," Steve spat as if it were obvious.

Clarity soon took the place of confusion on Eddie's face, and his eyes heavied, the curves of his mouth crooking up. "Then what're you doin, Steeeve," Eddie asked in a low tone dragging out his name.

Steve moved away and turned a little, bare, hairy chest visibly rising and falling as heavy breaths passed through his nose and a hand ran over his buzzed head out of reflex. "I don't know, man," he finally said, not looking at Eddie.

"You sure about that?"

Eddie's tone made Steve's stomach drop. "Don't -- don't do that," Steve almost pleaded.

"What, the voice?" Eddie asked smugly.

"Jesus," Steve said under his breath, shuffling aimlessly and still turned away from Eddie.

"See, I think you knew what you were doing."

God, Steve could hear the smirk in his voice. They both knew it was over. He turned back to see a fully-smirking, toned, glistening, half-naked, buzz-cut Eddie Munson casually leaning against the back of the shower stall, eyes blown, obviously unashamedly affected by the situation. Steve literally gulped at the whole picture and the atmosphere, ears roaring with blood that pumped furiously through his veins.

With two quick paces, he was back in front of Eddie with the slightest of height advantages that he hadn't noticed before. His jaw clenched as his mind raced. Was he really about to do this? Was this really about to happen? He had one false start with him leaning into Eddie's space before pulling back, but Eddie, completely focused on Steve's blushed lips and his stupid freckles and moles, brought him back into his with his hand on the side of Steve's face and a hesitant thumb softly pressed against Steve's lips as he said, "You should finish what you start."

Their noses were millimeters apart from each other as they breathed the same tangy, sweaty air. Steve's forehead pressed against Eddie's as he tried to overcome his last sliver of restraint, wondering why there was any restraint in the first place. He'd dreamed about this plenty, daydreamed it even more, but here it was actually happening. With one little dip of his chin, Steve's lips finally met Eddie's with a sharp intake of breath and a tender hesitance that quickly turned into a taught fervor that broke loose in a mess of sighs, moans, teeth, and tongue as Steve pressed Eddie against the stall and Eddie pulled him impossibly close.

Obviously, this development didn't suddenly transform an oppressive military school into a paradise. Fuck the repsect and discipline, the pride and honor that the school touted. There was nothing respectful, prideful, or honorable about what happened around them and to them, causing students to lash out on other students, which just led to widespread punishment. Whoever thought that brute force, yelling, and strict rules were tenets for child reform? Half of these kids already knew they didn't work through firsthand experience. Eddie and Steve having each other to lean on on a higher level made the time pass more easily, though. Because of the other's presence, the grey of their respective existences had slowly, so slowly had color leech through and stain their surroundings, coming from the softest of pastels to the most gaudy, binding neons, and, my god, it was so difficult to buck the whole damn system more than they already wanted.

But they both held on to Wayne's words: Don't lose yourself.

With each other's love and support, they didn't.

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 52)

Summary: What should have been a simple mission in Lagos goes horribly wrong, with devestating impacts

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence! Language! Major disaster! Major Angst! PTSD!

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Chapter 52: Your Buddy, Your Bucky

It took until May to get a solid lead on Rumlow and his gang. As soon as you got word that he was going to attack a police station in Lagos, Nigeria you sprung into action.

You placed Nat and Wanda down on Street level undercover at a small cafe. Sam was stationed up on the roof while you and Steve kept watch from a small hotel room that looked out onto the street below.

“All right, what do you see?” Steve asked looking out of the window.

Wanda had been learning the act of espionage from Nat and you’d learnt from experience that she learnt best in practice. So, Steve took the opportunity to quiz her.

“Standard beat cops, small station, quiet street. It’s a good target” Wanda replies.

“There’s an ATM on the south corner which means?” Steve pushes.

“Cameras” Wanda answers easily.

“Both cross streets are one way” Steve continues.

“So compromised escape routes” Wanda deducts.

“Means our guy doesn’t care about being seen. He isn’t afraid to make a mess on the way out” Steve says glancing over at you as you observed out of an adjacent window.

“You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?” Steve asks turning back to the task at hand.

“Yeah, the red one? It’s cute” Wanda says a smirk evident in her voice.

“It’s also bulletproof, which means private security which means more guns which means more headaches for somebody, probably us,” Nat says filling in the blanks Wanda left.

“You guys know I can move things with my mind right?” Wanda says.

“Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature” Nat reminds her as you look out the window.

“Anybody ever tell you you’re a little paranoid?” Sam asks.

“Not to my face, why? Did you hear something?” Nat says playfully and you chuckle at the pair's banter

“Eyes on target folks” Steve says glancing over at you and making you poke your tongue out at him.

“This is the best lead we’ve had on Rumlow in months, I don’t wanna lose him” Steve continues.

“If he sees us coming, that won’t be a problem he kinda hates us” Sam chuckles

You look back out of the window your attention being caught by cars beeping their horns. Following the direction of the sound, you notice a garbage truck pushing its way through the traffic. Something about it seemed off to you.

“Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it” you instruct.

Steve furrows his brows moving to stand next to you and looking out the window at the truck.

“That truck’s loaded for max weight and the driver’s armed” Sam reports.

You and Steve exchange a glance when you realise what was happening.

“It’s a battering ram” you mutter remembering the institute for infectious diseases was nearby from the mission briefing.

“Go now” Steve orders turning on his heel and grabbing his helmet from the bed.

“What?” Wanda asks confused as you run out of the hotel room and up the stairs.

“He’s not hitting the police” Steve explains running up the stairs behind you.

Neither of stop running once on the roof “Hang on!” You shout grabbing hold of Steve and taking off towards the institute.

As you approach you see the gang already infiltrating the building, in much larger numbers than you’ve seen before. You literally drop Steve down into the fight. Him using his shield as he lands to knock a gang member down.

He sees you land on the other side of the courtyard, but doesn’t have time to think much about that as more as guns fire towards him. He lifts his shield to protect himself before kicking the car that separated him from the gunman sending him flying back. He then throws his shield taking out a guy who was approaching you from behind while you dealt with two other gang members. Once his shield was back in his hand he ran up the bonnet of the car kicking the gunman off out and to the ground.

“Body armour, AR-15s, I make 7 hostiles,” Steve says glancing down at the gang members on the floor.

Sam then lands on the roof taking out two of the hostiles “I make 5” he reports.

Wanda joins you down on the ground using her power to create a forcefield as one of the gunmen fires at her “Y/N!” She shouts using her powers to throw him towards you.

You make ice grow around your hand slamming it into the guy's head and knocking him out cold “four” you say smirking over at Steve.

The four of you regroup looking up at the building as you worked out the best plan of attack.

“Rumlow’s on the third floor,” Sam tells you.

“Wanda, just like we’ve practised,” Steve says walking over and preparing himself for the jump.

“What about the gas?” She questions.

“Get it out,” you tell her readjusting the cuffs on your suit “ready?” You ask looking over at Steve.

He nods and Wanda uses her powers to send him up and through the window. You follow closely behind him holding your breath just while Wanda works on getting the gas out. As you land in the building Steve grabs hold of one of the merc's masks pulling it loose before kicking him back. You drop down so the merc topples over you before pining him to the ground with ice.

Steve spots a couple more mercs approaching with guns so grabs you and pulls you behind his shield. You both hide behind a pillar for cover, you tried shooting ice at them but couldn’t get a clear shot and didn’t dare use fire with the lingering gas.

Steve glances around and throws his shield bouncing it so that took the gunman out. While he was disorientated you ran out behind him grabbed him by the head and slammed it into the nearby pillar. As you did so Steve attacked the second merc, grabbing him by the leg to tip him to the floor before throwing him into a pillar.

The two of you make your way into the labs which were now completely deserted. You tap Steve on the shoulder when you spot a vial was missing.

“Rumlow has a biological weapon,” Steve says as you start heading back out of the labs.

“I’m on it” Nat responds over the comms.

You and Steve run out onto a balcony, where you spot Nat bursting out of a truck just as it explodes. You quickly jump off of the side and fly down towards her to make sure she was okay.

Just in time too as Rumlow starts firing grenades up towards Steve. Steve holds up his shield but still gets blown back into the building. He quickly gets to his feet as Rumlow continues to fire grenades into the building. One catches Steve off balance sending him flying out of a window.

You looked up just in time to see Steve hit the side of the building closely followed by the side of the truck before finally hitting the floor. You curse to yourself as you run over grabbing his shield which had fallen a short distance from him.

“You okay?” You ask as you help him up.

“Peachy?” He groans taking his shield as you pass it to him.

“Sam, he’s in an AFV heading north,” Steve says into the comms clutching his side.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask him as he takes a couple of steps wincing.

“Just a couple of broken ribs I’m sure, it’ll be fine,” he says earning a look of warning from you “I’ll be careful now c’mon”

You sigh grabbing hold of him and taking off after Rumlow. Spotting the rest of the team making their way towards a small market.

“I’ve got four, they’re splitting up” Sam informs.

“I’ve got the two on the left” Nat says as she runs over the top of parks cars.

You drop Steve down into the market before flying after one of the mercs who was getting away.

“They’ve ditched their gear, it’s a shell game now, one of them has the payload,” Steve says when he spots the discarded gear.

As he glances around he hears something attached to his shield, looking down he spots the small explosive device. Not wasting a second he throws his shield up into the air away from the civilians that surrounded him. As the bomb explodes Steve gets punched in the back sending him flying through one of the market stalls.

“There you are you son of a bitch” Rumlow growls as he stalks towards Steve.

“I’ve been waiting for this!” He shouts punching Steve again before he has a chance to stand upright.

Steve finally got to his feet and started attacking Rumlow. Dodging as many of his attacks as possible, Rumlow forced him to go on the defence meaning he couldn’t get many punching in as he’d like. As he fought he heard over the comms that the payload had been secured so that was one less thing to worry about.

“This is for dropping a building on my face” Rumlow growls when he managed to pin Steve to a wall.

Steve sees a large blade appear from Rumlow’s gauntlet, managing to turn out of the way as he attacks. Steve was able to elbow Rumlow in the face forcing him back and ripping the gauntlet from his arm. Rumlow however produces another blade and continued to attack.

However, being one gauntlet down gave Steve enough of an advantage to land more punches and send Rumlow flying back to the ground. As Steve stalked back over to Rumlow who was on his knees, mask discarded he finally got a look at what the man had become.

“I think I look pretty good all things considered,” Rumlow said as Steve grabbed his collar.

“Who’s your buyer?” Steve demands getting straight to the point.

“You know, he knew you, your pal, your buddy, your Bucky” Rumlow said instantly making Steve freeze, before rage took over him.

“What did you say?” Steve growls glaring down at Rumlow.

“He remembered you, I was there, and he got all weepy about it, till they put his brain back in a blender” Rumlow explains a small smirk on his face.

Steve could feel the bile rising in his throat as he heard what they did to Bucky. Knowing for sure that Bucky remembered him even if just for a moment.

You ran round the corner with Wanda to see Steve glaring down at Rumlow. The expression on his face gave you cause for concern, you didn’t need to hear what Rumlow had said, seeing how shaken Steve looked told you it was related to Bucky.

“He wanted you to know something, he said to me ‘please tell rogers, when you gotta go… you gotta go” Rumlow says before his expression changes “and you’re coming with me,”

You and Steve noticed the detonator in Rumlow’s hand too late. Thankfully Wanda had and used her powers to contain the blast around Rumlow. Protecting Steve from the blast. Both you and Steve watch in shock as she desperately tried to control the blast before sending it up trying to get it clear. However, she wasn’t able to get it high enough and the bomb went off against an office building.

“Oh my…” Steve mutters under his breath, shocked not only at what just happened but how close to death you all just came.

Steve watched as you instantly sprang into action flying up to the blast sight. Flying through the flames using your powers to put the fire out and rescue as many of the survivors as you could.

“Sam…” Steve says into the comms his voice shaking “we need fire and rescue on the south side of the building”

As he ran into the building he had to steady himself, his legs feeling like jello. He braces himself against a wall as his chest suddenly feels tight for the first time since he was a sickly kid. He takes a few deep breaths before steeling himself and ordering himself to get on with the job.

It took hours to put the fires out and evacuate the entire building. Despite the teams and the emergency services' best efforts, you weren’t able to save everyone.

The jet ride back to the compound was completely silent. Wanda sat away from everyone's knees pulled up to her chest. You sat curled up beside Steve, head resting on his shoulders as you slept. You were exhausted having used your powers to put out the fire. Steve was sitting stock still not moving a muscle. His mind ran at a hundred miles an hour. Replaying everything in his head.

He should have noticed the vest. He shouldn’t have gotten distracted when Rumlow brought up Bucky. He shouldn’t have hesitated when the bomb exploded against the building. He glanced over at you, you had jumped straight into action while he stood there floundering.

It was late at night when the team got back. Steve let you go through the bathroom first knowing how tired you were. He sat down on the chair in the corner of the room. Pushing his helmet off and dropping it to the floor beside him. He dropped his head into his hands with a deep and shaky breath. Running his hands up into his hair and his leg began to nervously bounce.

As his mind began to race in the silence of the room his chest felt tight. He felt like he was struggling to breathe like there was a weight on his chest crushing him. His stomach began to flip and he felt the bile rising in his throat.

He launched himself up from the chair and ran into the bathroom. He barely got to the toilet when he began to wretch emptying his stomach contents into the toilet bowl.

“Steve?” You question from the shower having heard him burst into the bathroom.

You stuck your head out of the shower spotting Steve hunched over the toilet. You curse quickly grabbing a towel and jumping out of the shower crouching down beside Steve.

You rubbed his back as he wretched. Once he stopped you passed him a towel and a glass of water. He accepted the glass of water gulping half of it down before wiping his mouth. He shook his head as tears fell down his face, completely slumping against the wall.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he stuttered through the tears.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, you don’t need to apologise,” you tell him squeezing his shoulder.

“No, no I do, it’s my fault it’s all my fault” he cries burying his head in his hands.

You sigh sadly instantly knowing exactly what he meant. You’d seen how shaken he was by what Rumlow had said. You had heard the wobble in his voice when you were putting out the fires.

“Steve it wasn’t your fault, none of it was your fault,” you tell him pulling his hands from his face.

“The only person at fault is that bastard Rumlow, none of us noticed the vest until it was too late, we tried to save as many of them as possible” you continue but he interrupts.

“I didn’t, I froze I couldn’t do anything, while you and everyone else got in there, rescued people, put out the fires,” Steve says shaking his head, disgusted with himself.

“Stop that, stop it, it’s okay that you froze it’s completely normal, nobody could expect you to jump into action after what you heard,” you say cupping his cheeks and making him look at you.

Your heart broke when you saw how defeated and destroyed he looked. You moved wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close. Hugging him tightly his arms wrapping around you as he burying his head in your shoulder.

“It’s a terrible, terrible thing that happened and if we could we’d go back and do a million things differently but we can’t, we did our best as we could at that moment and that’s all we can do,” you tell him rubbing his back soothingly.

“I just feel like I failed all those people” he sniffles wiping away his tears.

“You didn’t, I promise you did all you could, it sucks that we can’t save everyone but if we let this stop us nobody gets saved the next time,” you tell him.

He sighs nodding his head in agreement “thank you doll, I don’t know what I’d do without you” he says taking your hand and kissing it.

“It’s nothing, I’d do anything for you, through thick and thin remember,” you tell him with a reassuring smile.

“Through thick and thin” he sighs giving you a small smile.

“Now it’s very late and we both still need to shower so come on and let’s get you cleaned up,” you say standing up and pulling him with you.

You held him get out of his suit before the both of you step back in the shower. You grab the shampoo and start massaging it into his scalp. You smiled when his shoulders relaxed and he let out a deep breath as his eyes shut.

When you start rubbing soap over his back you could feel how tense he was. So using the techniques learnt from your time in Seychelles you began massaging his back. Steve let out an appreciative moan.

Once you were done Steve turned around grabbed your shampoo and massage it into your hair. You’d looked after him so well he was desperate to return the favour one way or another.

Once he was done his eyes met yours and he moved to cup your cheeks. His thumb brushed over your cheeks as you smiled up at him placing your hands over his.

Once out of the shower the two of you continued to get ready for bed together. As you stepped out of the bathroom Steve grabbed your hand pulling you into his embrace. He held onto you tightly, eternally grateful that he had you in his life.

“I love you so much,” Steve says when you look up at him.

“I love you too” you smile up at him.

He smiles back before leaning down for a languid kiss. Resting his forehead against yours when you parted. When you climbed into bed Steve pulled you close to him, burying his head in your shoulder.

He knew the nightmares would come, it was inevitable. But having you there beside him reminded him that he’d get through it.

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Detective Glass | A Stephen Glass AU

Intro

Hey everyone! I seemed to notice that there aren't many Hayden Christensen imagines on here or Wattpad at the moment and I just finished watching Shattered Glass and Takers and I thought about combining the scene where A.J. is undercover as a cop with him in shattered glass. So, here is the result!

| Part 2 |

The cool breeze flew past Blue’s face and into her hair as she rushed down the street to the police station, already 20 minutes late to the meeting that had been scheduled. Her white sneakers squeaked as they rubbed against the pavement in a hurry. She reached work and looked at her watch in misery. “Half a fucking hour late,” she sighed as she walked into the large police station. Her friend, Jemma, was sat at the receptionist desk replying to some emails whilst talking to her the sergeant on the phone. Blue waved at her whilst smiling as she walked past and speed walked to the meeting room. She burst through the door, “Sorry I’m late Sir.” She said as she walked to sit next to her partner, Stephen.

Steve smiled slightly as she plopped herself down tiredly. “Miss your alarm?” He jokingly asked her with a smirk. She smiled at him and shook her head, “you’re such a dick.” Sergeant Hanson began speaking about a murder on the corner of Saint St. and it made Blue sit upright in her chair. He began handing around pictures of the woman and it made people’s eyes widen in shock.

“34 year-old black female with 12 stab wounds in her neck, torso and lower back. She was supposedly walking to her friends house after attending a party when the attacker was hiding in the alleyway she was found in. This attack occurred at around 2am because when someone found her body and called it in at 8:17, she had been dead for around 6 hours. Your mission is to figure out who did this. You have 6 weeks before the case is closed. Good luck.”

~ Blue and Steve were walking to the nearest coffee shop for lunch when he suddenly stopped. Blue noticed that he had stopped so she did as well. “Steve, why’d you s-“ she followed his gaze and gasped loudly. “What is that?” She asked him whilst grasping her gun and pulling it out of the waist of her jeans, “I think it’s another body.”

Steve pulled his gun out and quickly followed behind her as they cautiously walked towards the mystery in front of them. They reached the ‘body’ and Blue checked the area whilst Steve looked for ID on them. He found an ID but it was somebody else’s. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and as he looked up to get Blue’s attention, he heard a loud fear-inducing gunshot.

Blue immediately ran towards him in shock. “Was that you?” Steve asked her very sceptically. She shook her head and gulped in fright. “There’s someone else here.”

~ ”Me and Blue were out getting lunch when we found the body of a 22 year-old white male lying behind a dumpster. Blue was searching the area and I was looking for an ID and I found one but it didn’t match the carrier.” Blue stepped in,” We believe that a serial killer is stealing IDs from their victims and putting them on the bodies of the previous victim because when they found the woman in the alley, the male’s ID was in her purse.”

“So you’re saying that there is a serial killer on the loose as we speak?” The sergeant asked as he paced back and forth. “Basically, yeah.” “Find them then.”

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