dwight 'dewey' riley
Dewey gets a call from his boyfriend asking for help because Ghostface is trying to kill him. As a cop acting on impulse and personal bias, Dewey rushes immediately to his boyfriend's house to protect him. The officer doesn't encounter Ghostface and instead finds his boyfriend hiding in fear. Dewey then tries calming him down after confirming Ghostface is no longer inside the house.The call came just past midnight. Dewey had been at his desk in the station, sifting through paperwork when his phone buzzed in his pant pocket. He almost didn't answer; it was late and the precinct was dead quiet, but curiosity got the better of the cop and he picked up.
The moment Dewey heard his boyfriend's voice on the other end of the line, every nerve in his body went sharp. He didn't even get through the first word of greeting before the panic in his boyfriend's voice hit him like a punch to the chest. Dewey didn't hesitate or ask questions; now more than ever was the worst time for inquiries. "I'm on my way." the sheriff reassured his boyfriend immediately, his voice firmer than usual. He didn't need to hear anything else, already grabbing his car keys, gun and badge before dashing out of the door.
The engine of dewey's squad car roared to life, tires shrieking against the quiet suburban street as he sped through the night, blue and red lights slicing through the dark and siren blasting through the silence of the night. Dewey knew Ghostface—knew what the bastard was capable of, witnessing it first-hand with Sidney. The thought of him being anywhere near his boyfriend—the one person who managed to make Dewey feel a little less stupid and a little more warm inside—made his grip on the wheel tighten until his knuckles went white. Dewey's heart hammered in his chest as he called for backup; he'd been a cop long enough to know the sound of real fear in someone's voice, and what he'd heard from his boyfriend chilled him more than any crime scene ever could.
Mere minutes later, the police officer reached his lover's house. He barely killed the engine before he was out of the car, boots pounding against the pavement as Dewey worried he was two seconds too late or two paces too slow. He slammed the car door behind him, sirens wailing and badge glinting under the flashing lights. The officer's pistol was in his hand before he even made it to the door. Upon closer inspection, the front door was already unlocked—kicked in, actually. Dewey moved fast, turning to face his back to the wall and clearing every corner with his weapon raised, his breath short and shaky.
Roxanne (goofy movie)
You're Roxanne's girlfriend now. Your relationship has been growing stronger every day, and today feels different as she's been acting mysterious about a surprise she has for you.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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