Jay Boys

It had been three weeks since the ship had crashed. This so called ‘earth’ was a lonely place. All of my friends, family and colleagues were back in the quadrant or on the ship when it crashed.

Everyday I had to work with John. When I was on the ship I was a master engineer. If something was broken I would fix it in a flash. So that is why I was working with him. Something John could be a real pain in the ass but others he could be a sweetheart.

We had been walking for two hours when all of a sudden the heavens opened. It was rain. We were all so scared, it could be toxic. Julia scanned the area to check if it was safe.When she announced that it was everyone was extatic.

True leaped off from where her dad was sitting and dragged me into the rain. I pulled off my jacket and wrapped it around her.

*johns pov*

She played with my daughter. Jumping, running around. Her hair sticking to her face, her shirt soaked and my god her body was amazing. When she smiled my stomach did backflips. I loved when she was happy.

We had worked together for a little while now and our friendship had grown a lot. She had become a mother figure in trues life too.

Whenever we would work she would tease me unintentionally. She could fix the engines of our buggies but they were deep down so she would need to bend and damn that ass.

Note: this is a request so I hope yall like it

Gus had agreed to pick me up after work. Currently, he was late. It was the last night I would see him since I was moving further downtown.

“Hey I’m sorry (y/n) some kids were being dicks up at the cemetery again. Come on let’s get you home.” He came over and grabbed my bag. He began to walk out of the station, I followed after him.

We sat in the car in silence, the hum of the engine is the only noise. I didn’t want to leave him but I had to. My mind wandered. In no time we were there.

I got out of the car as he followed with my bag. We made our way to my porch. My house looked like a skeleton of what it once was. Only our memories were left in its walls. I turned to the door, I couldn’t face him “I guess this is it, huh?” His voice was bittersweet to my ears.

“Oh, Gus I’m gonna miss you, man.” I cried whilst hugging him. I looked up into his eyes, they were brimming with tears.

“I can’t bare a thought without you either. (Y/n) you are my best friend.” His face moving closer to mine. “I can’t just let you slip away from me like this.” His lips captured mine, his hands snaking around me pulling me close to him.

I broke the kiss for air, “oh shit I’m sorry,” Gus began before I pulled him back in. My hands wandered up to his chest, he moaned in response. I broke off again, unlocking the door and letting us in.

We were barely through the door and Gus threw me over his shoulder taking me up the stairs. When we reached the bedroom, Gus placed me on the bed. I began to remove undress at the same time as he did.

“Fuck” I whispered as I saw the naked form of my best friend. His chest was so sculpted, he was beautiful.

“Are you ready for this baby.” He said coming closer to me.

“Oh hell yeah” I replied pulling him down to me

*time skip after you finish*

“Hey, do you need to do anything after this?” He asked me holding my body in his arms. I shook my head, snuggling closer into his naked chest inhaling his scent. “Good because I’m not letting you go again.”

“I love you,” I said whilst kissing his neck.

“I love you so much. Please don’t move down there. You can move in with me just don’t leave me. Please?”

Note: this was a requested one shot so I hope it’s ok. I did sort of change the storyline though. It still has everything that was suggested. Also, this is so short.

In an alcohol-fuelled night of madness, I had apparently managed to score with the hottest lieutenant in the police station. Currently, we were making out on his bed, our tounges fighting in a passionate game. My hands roaming down his neck, tugging on his hair making him growl. As I begin to move them further down his chest he stops me.

“Hey, um (y/n) I think we should stop.” I look at him in a questioning manner.

“Hank what are you talking about. What’s wrong?” My hands gripping his.

“Look this is going to sound stupid but I don’t understand why you would choose this over a younger model.” I was extremely confused, “I mean you are the most beautiful creature that I have ever met and you could get any person that you wanted. So why chose a fat old alcoholic man like me when you could have Connor or Gavin.” I chuckle lightly.

“That is because,” My hands go back to his neck. “They are not the man that I fell in love with and neither of them can make me feel the way that you do. Hank your not fat, that is just muscle baby. Now come here and show me how you can make me feel,” I pulled him back down to kiss me, continuing our session until we collapse into each other's arms in pure bliss.

“I love you hank”

Note: (this takes place when you were in high school 1977, so Clancy is 18. It is almost prom)

Gus and I were great friends, we had been since we were in elementary school. We lived next door to each other, our windows were looking in on each other. Every summer we would play in our backyards. We had grown apart when we reached the final year of high school. We still walked home together but we didn’t hang out together as much.

It was nearly here and I was so excited. Much like the rest of the girls, I had dreamed of this day since I had joined. For almost as long I had dreamt of going with one guy. Gus Gilbert.

His beautiful eyes and sharp jaw with his amazing smile. Something about him made my heart flutter. Maybe it was his soothing voice or maybe it was just him I didn’t know.

It was the day before prom, I still didn’t have one to go with. I knew that Gus would be going with the most popular girl at school, Renne. She wanted to act and I wanted to (a job you would like). I studied and she fucked around.

Gus was better than her. He could have gotten with any girl he wanted and yet he chose her.

Anyway, as prom approached I got dressed, did my make up and waited for my ride to come and pick me up. I was waiting for my dad, who was letting me borrow his motorbike for the evening.

*time skip to later that night*

It was too loud for me. My eyes scanned the room, looking for Gus. I spotted him in the corner. I slowly made my way over to him. Hi back was to me but I could see a female form with her hands tangled in his hair. Clearly, he was making out with her, I was repulsed so I decided that I needed air.

I sat on the stairs outside of the school, tears falling down my face, smudging my make up. There was nothing that could make this night worse for me.

That was until they came out. STILL MAKING OUT MIGHT I ADD. The anger was bubbling inside me. “THAT BITCH” I growled to myself. If she thought she was going to ‘do’ Gus she was sadly mistaken. I had to do something.

Before I could, my whimpering attracted the attention of some jock asshole. “Hey baby,” he said gripping my hand, “I promise I could change your mood in a heartbeat if you wanna have some fun.” I pushed him off me. “hey I wouldn’t do that you slut. I know you want it” gripping my arm harder as he spoke.

I yelped out in pain. This got Gus’ attention. “Hey, dipshit let her go. She doesn’t want to go with you so why don’t you fuck off.” Gus pulled me behind him, punching that asshole in the face. “Oh my god (y/n) are you ok? If you want I can walk you-“ I cut him off before he could finish.

“Actually I think you should go back to HER. It seems like you were interrupted so I am actually going to head off by myself. Thank you for that but I am FUCKING FINE.”

“Wait why are you fucking angry at me. What the fuck have I done to you?” His eyes searching for an answer.

Warning: TW-gore

I had worked with the religious group, the Augustine Interfaith Order of Hellbound Saints. I was Lustful, Wrathful and extremely lazy, I also broke rules 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 10 of the 10 commandments as per the code of working with them.

We had just arrived on the island, prepairing for the fight with a posssed Elizabeth and her followers. It was hard to get my mind around the idea of fighting my closest friend, but it would have to happen. We were all aware the we could die.

I couldn’t afford to loose him, at least not with out telling him how I feel.

Last year Angus and I had a drunk and drink filled night of pleasure that I will never forget, from that night had blossomed a feeling of longing. Longing for his love.

I needed to tell him. “Angus i need to speak with you. Please before-“ i was interrupted by a man cocking a gun at us. Angus pushes me behind him, shielding me from harm.

*short time skip*

I sliced a few of their necks as they surrounded me. Angus yelled out. I turned to see him battling at least ten of the followers. “Angus. Hold on I am coming.” I hurry over to help him out. Stabbing several, slitting the rest of their throats

He gave me his thanks. “Um Angus I think that we need to-“

“Look, can this wait (y/n). I’m slightly busy here.” He said whitest kicking a follower away.

*another time skip*

He was stabbed by Lawrence. That bastard. “Angus!” Tears began to well up in my eyes. “No Angus.” I rushed to his side. Calapsing onto my knees, I grip his hand. Angus was still awake, well he was breathing. “Angus, please don’t go. We need you. Angus, I need you.” My hand feels like it is moving on its own, i stroke down his soft, greying hair.

“(Y/n), what were you going to say? I mean it better be worth it since it is the last thing I will do.” He chuckled slightly.

“This won’t change anything since your going to hell. But that night that we spent together, I can’t stop thinking about it or you. I would give anything to see you like that again, for us to be more than just coworkers. The truth is I love you so much.”

“This may be a bit late, but I have always loved you, that’s why I did that in the first place. Just kiss be this last time.” I new the trick so I readied my weapon. I slowly kissed him, he deepened the kiss as I moved the weapon closer to my neck.

Note: (This is about an alternate reality where there are two creatures born with the light or darkness inside them. So there are four prophets a girl and a boy for each. They were soulmates) 

I had noticed that a lot of bad things keep happening around I, I have since I was small. People die if they hurt I and other this along the same lines. On many occasions I was called a witch but before the rumors could spread I would flee to another town. One day I decided to just give up trying to be normal, embracing it. My hair becomes long and jet black, eyes darkening, my iris’ becoming black too. I stop wearing bright colors, instead, replacing them with black and red. People were still scared of me and the routine continued but at least I didn't care.

I was traveling as usual when I came across a small town in California. There was something that sparked my interests my senses began to tingle. I decided to go check it out.

After a short walk, I decided to stop for a coffee at a diner not far from the path. My first impression of the establishment wasn't much but as I entered people began to stare, it was that place. The one in my dreams. The dreams of that man and those eyes. “Excuse me” a voice interrupted my thoughts, “I haven't seen you in town before. You must be new. Well let me introduce you to myself, I am Iris Crowe. I think you should come with me to meet my brother, I am sure he would love to meet you.” Almost involuntarily I agreed, my legs moving on my own. This on its own intrigued me.

-small time skip-

“You just sit down. I will fetch you some water and I will tell my brother that you’re here.” When she left me alone, she yelled out “Justin we have a guest come and see to them.”

“Alright, Iris I am coming.” That voice. So deep and soothing. I have heard it somewhere before. Footsteps began to quicken as the owner of the other deeper voice. “Oh, you must be new,” the voice stared, walking around the couch with his hand held out for me to grasp, eyes also closed. My hand clamped onto his own. “I am Justin Cro-” his eyes opened. “I have seen you before”

As I blinked the scenery changed from the room. We were back in the diner. Our eyes skimmed around where we were before landing on each other. Our hands lost contact and we were back. 

Note: (this is a high-security prison for all genders. You were born in 1899 and this takes place in 1937. You are 38 around the same age as Clancy in the film) The first drop off of female prisoners was already settled into Shawshank, however, later that day another van arrives with a highly dangerous female prisoner.

"I hereby sentence you to 30 years with a chance of parole. Guards take her away."

Those words had confirmed that the law system was completely corrupted. I was innocent, I knew that. No one seemed to care that there was a large amount of evidence that pinned the crime on my husband, but because I was a female they didn't trust my statement. I think that he paid the courts to say that I was guilty so that he could run off with his mistress and my daughter.

I was placed in the prison van, my hands bound to my waist. Hairs began to fall into my eyes as the van started down the rubble pathway. The beauty of the countryside had always stunned me, even though I knew where this path would lead. I was quite familiar with Shawshank prison as my grandfather was a prisoner when I was younger (around 1912).

We began to slow down. I was aware that I was nearing my last moments of peace in the outside world. Driving into the courtyard was petrifying. Hundreds of men were clinging to the wired fence. An extremely tall guard directed the vehicle into the small courtyard.

The door unlatched and I was dragged out. He shoved me through the crowds of men until we reached a sizable room.

"Eyes front" the guard yelled into my ear. It was not until he moved from the side of my body that I was able to get a good look at him. His eyes were a stunning blue, his hair slightly messy from being placed underneath his cap and his body, oh that uniform fitted him well. I straightened my body as the warden strolled around the corner and I could swear that the guard's eyes wandered down my body, bitting his lips whilst doing so.

The warden began to explain to me that captain Hadley would be the one who would 'look after' me along with some rules that all prisoners needed to follow. After this small talk, I was taken into a small room with the captain. "You need to take them off," he said gesturing to my clothes, "then head down the cage until you reach the end." I nodded in response, turning around so that I could change

I tried to get the zip on the back of my dress but I couldn't reach."Oh fuck," I whispered, "captain, is there anyone that could help me unzip my dress?" He told me no. "oh, well I need some help if you don't mind sir..." turning around so that my back faced him.

I could feel his hands slowly roam my back to try and find the bloody zip. When it was finally located, one hand gripped the top of my dress, his hand against the flesh on my back, while the other was unzipping it. Once it was unzipped, his hands lingered for a little while longer before he quickly stepped back coughing lowly, exiting before I could thank him. I finished removing my clothes before walking along the cage, holding my breasts and covering my vagina as best as I could.

A blast of water and some lice powder later, I was trudging through the male cell blocks, getting catcalled as I walked along. Disgusting terms howling from them. The tears began to build up my tear ducts. I knew that as soon as I entered the cell I would break down. Captain Hadley could sense the something was wrong. "Shut the fuck up the lot of you or I will fucking make each of you" moving behind me to try and cover up my bare backside. The gesture was quite sweet.

Not long later we had reached the cell blocks. "This is your cell. Get in and get dressed we don't need any more of what happened back there to continue. I will stand outside to cover the bars." I let the corners of my mouth twitch slightly.

When I finished dressing, I informed him that I was done so that he could leave. As he turned to leave, I whispered, "thank you for that sir." His head slightly turned around, informing me that he had heard me.

-time skip a few months into jail time, movie night-

I never went down to watch the film with the rest of the prisoners, instead, I sat in my cell and writing letters to my daughter, reading through the letters that she sent me back last week. Tears began to fill up my eyes. My head lowered onto the desk so that I could cry into my arm.

(y/f/n), what are you doing up here? All prisoners are supposed to be downstairs watching the film." I knew it was Byron he was the only one who said my first name while speaking to me. "Are you ok?"

"oh Byron no I am not alright," I said letting him into my cell. I sat down on my bed, moving my chair for him to sit on. "This place is starting to feel like home but yet I have never felt so alone in my life. You are the only person who at least speaks to me. I know it is your job but you shouldn't have to." My eyes began to fill up again. I stood again walking over to the picture of my daughter. "She is out there with a murderer. I just want her to see that he is the one that should be in here. I didn't do anything." I turn to him again. " I know that you aren't supposed to have an opinion on this stuff, but I want you to tell me if you think I did it."

His eyes began to widen. "i-i- um, I don't think that you murdered her (y/n). your such a sweet girl that I don't think that you could have cold-heartedly killed that person." He was directly behind me now. His hands falling back to where they were when he unzipped my dress. The sudden motion shocked me slightly making me turn around. 

“Byron?” I whispered noticing the space that was between us. He hummed in response. “what are you doi--”I was cut off by his lips being placed onto mine. His hand pulling me into the kiss. 

He pulled away slightly after. “(y/n), shit I am so sorry. it's just that I can't stop thinking about you or your body or your voice. It haunts my sleep. I think that I should go.” he practically ran out of my cell that night.

Note: Hank and you are partners. You were requested to attend a case, which was a lot easier than thought. You both head back to work, before heading out to lunch. (this is before Cole's death)

-Reader's POV-

Outside was bitter, yet again I was always cold. Currently, I was waiting for my partner to finish a small meeting with Fowler about the case that we just returned from.

Today we were assigned to a surprisingly easy case that was extremely unusual. My partner and I were the best lieutenants in the full station so I was quite confused as to why we got the case. It was a normal suicide case, nothing too complex.

Hank and I were well acquainted, we knew each other from our days at training to become police officers. We quickly became friends there. Our friendship has grown over the years. I was even the one who helped him cope with his divorce a few years back.

"Hey, are you ready to go yet?"  I hadn't realized that hank had come out of Fowler's office. But yet, here he was, staring at me. His beautiful blue eye searching deep into me for an answer. Being as distracted as I was, I couldn't stop looking at him. "Wow (Y/N) are you ok? You are starting to burn up." His callus hands now being placed upon my forehead, seeming genuinely concerned. This caused me to break from my little daydream.

"Yes. I am fine Hank. I just feel a little bit warm, but other than that I am completely fine." A smile began to form on her face, "I think that we should head out of here Hank." Speaking in a comedic way, followed with an amusing face. What followed made my heart flutter. Hank softly chuckled which made my face redden once again.

Once outside, hank and I searched for his car. It wasn't hard, his car was the only one that was not automatic.  I liked the vintage car that he had, even though it was a death trap.

*small time skip*

As we were driving I noticed that hank had a lot of CDs. "Wooh these are awesome," his eyes quickly darted over to me. Upon seeing me looking through his small collection of metal CDs, his lip twitched at the sides.  "No fucking way. I can't believe that you have this CD I love Knights of the black death. Dude I have to put this on."

As it began to play I could feel myself begin to bang my head to the heavy drum beat. I was having a great time. Hank just chuckled to himself.

"I am sorry to stop your little rock session, but we are here so..." he spoke in a mocking way. "I will just run up and get something, seeing that you have your salad. Do you want anything though?" I just shook my head in response. "Right. I'll be back in just a moment."

As he shut the door, a gush of air came into the car. It was freezing. There will definitely be some snow tonight.

*time skip to after Hank had eaten*

As I stared out of the window, a small white mass began to descend on the windscreen. It was a snowflake.  I began to admire the elegant snowflakes dancing through the air and landing on unsuspecting passers-by. It was absolutely beautiful.

-Hank's POV-

Her eyes wandering in the sky. That sight made my stomach leap. She was absolutely stunning, she was just so innocent when she was like this. She looked as though she had never seen a snowflake in her life.

"It is beautiful. Don't you think so, Hank?" Her voice drifting as she spoke, yes you are.

"Uh, yeah it is. Anyway, it is starting to get heavy so I think that we should head back to the station." Clearing my throat, I gripped onto the steering wheel.

As we began to drive off, the snow became too heavy. "Um, (y/n) I don't think that we should go back to the station. My house is quite close if you don't mind hanging out there until the snow calms down." She just nodded her head in response.

As we reached my house, I gave (y/n) my coat and told her to get everything from the car that she needed.

Approaching the front door I fumbled with my keys trying to get us both out of the cold. Once the door was unlocked I pushed her inside. "(y/n) are you ok now..." I tried to turn on the light switches. "oh fuck. The power has gone out. Quickly give me your coat I will hang it up to dry." She did as I asked. Quickly, I rushed around my house to find her some blankets to keep her warm.

Once I arrived she was sat on the couch with sumo curled up in her lap. My face began to burn yet again.

"Here," I handed her a blanket, "I hope this is alright the central heating also goes off if the power fails." She thanked me before pulling the blanket around herself. She was absolutely beautiful.

-Readers POV-

He sat down right next to me on the couch. I decided that something had to be done about the space between us. Slowly, I moved my body over to Hank's so that I was leaning onto his arm. Strangely i felt amazing.

Suddenly, his arm moved around my body and pushed my body closer to him. His body pressed up against mine felt very warm and comfortable. My eyes fluttered up to his face. Hank just stared right at the wall, his face completely red.

"Hank are you ok?" I asked him. His eyes slowly flickered down to my own, down to my lips, then back up to my eyes.

"(Y/n), if I do something will you not hate me for it?" he asked nervously. My mind started to wonder about what could he be wanting to do. Without properly thinking anything over I agreed. Hank slowly began to lean towards my face, the space between us closing extremely quickly. His lips were quickly placed onto mine. When he pulled back his face was extremely red, probably as much as mine. "I am so sorry for doing that, ugh I have messed everything up hav-" Before he could finish his sentence I was on his lap with my lips back onto his. Hank's hand were placed back onto my waist pulling me into him more.

As we pulled back for air, I could hear us both panting. "Well," I started, "that was something." Both of us let out a small chuckle. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that"