Madness Combat Oneshots [Hiatus]

⊕ Sheriff x Reader ; Work

Hell week one is over. Just finished my Science Paper and I'm pretty much free. . .

For now, at least.



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It started when you heard of the manic psychopath Hank J. Wimbleton roaming around. Immediately after this news did the building go into lockdown, each and every superior worker panicking in fear that a door or window be left open, granting Wimbleton access to enter the building.

Speaking of superior workers. . . there you were. The Sheriff's bodyguard. You worked for the Sheriff, hired to be his bodyguard because of the skills you've gained and trained for throughout your life.

Now, the Sheriff was adorable. It was a thought you truly couldn't keep hidden away in the depths and crevices of your mind. He was adorable, attractive, and these "feelings" you felt for him were heightened when he'd flirt with you.

However, you never really thought of yourself as the Sheriff's type. You thought he was always into people who weren't like you. Anyways, you thought, he probably flirts with more people. Somewhere, in Nevada, someone else has probably heard his fancy pick-up lines. And as the voice in your head died, you sighed.

Working as his personal bodyguard meant you were granted a special place in the building; that being a chair beside his desk. It had become a normal routine for you to sleep later than him while too getting up earlier than him, therefore you always had time to spare in the morning which you'd use wisely by cleaning his desk up.

As you organized the objects on his desk and dusted it to ensure perfect cleanliness, you heard his office door zoom open.

There he was, still somewhat groggy. He never was the type to greet his workers with a smile on his face. As much of a flirt as he'd seem, he knew when he had to be serious during his work hours. Being the Sheriff was tough work, and, sometimes, he'd even ask you for help.

As he took a seat behind his desk, you walked toward your special chair and took a seat. You sighed under your breath once you realized today will probably be yet another boring day.





It was around 10AM and Sheriff was nice enough to let you sleep because of your messed up sleep schedule. You had no other way of sleeping comfortably so you instead placed your head on Sheriff's desk with your arms acting as pillows for your head's comfort. You couldn't help but remember that the position your head lay gave Sheriff a full view of your face as you slept, but, why would you care now? Sleep is sleep.

You regained your consciousness from your deep sleep when you heard the rustle of papers. It was probably Sheriff signing some new contracts. You wondered how he hadn't asked for or need assistance so far.

You opened your eyes, perhaps as a way for you to check on the Sheriff without leaving the comfort of your arms on his desk and the deep sleep you were in prior, and saw the man staring right at you.

"Hey." he said, a small smile visible on his face.

You smiled back, yours wider than his, as the look of tiredness and sleepiness was still present on your face. "Hey. . ." you muttered. "You need any help with those papers?"

He chuckled lightly in embarrassment, before lifting his arm up and ruffling the hair on the back of his head. "Yeah, but I didn't plan on wakin' ya. . . Sorry about that." He apologized. You let out a small laugh before lifting your head from his desk.

"Don't apologize." You said, pulling your chair towards him. "Which papers do you need help with?"

At this point, professionalism was forgotten. It was an aspect of your job that you always upheld. Eventually, Sheriff reassured you that it was no longer needed. He knew you like a best friend, and, if you had to be honest, he pretty much was your best friend.

"Well. . . a bunch'a grunts are suggestin' a research project. I don' know if I should let them work on it." He explained.

Ah, decision-making. The man wasn't always the best at making decisions. He always needed your help with making decisions. I mean, as the Sheriff, he does take into careful consideration the outcome of the decisions he'd make.

"I don't see why not." You said, before your sentence was interrupted by a yawn that emitted from your mouth.

A laugh came out of his mouth. It was adorable. If you could spend the rest of your life as his bodyguard to stay by his side and hear him laugh, you would. There was something about the Sheriff that you couldn't put your finger on. He was simply charming without even trying.

"You're really sleepy, aren't ya?" He asked you, ever-so-casually. You couldn't help but tell the truth. Your sleep schedule was terrible and if getting 3 hours of sleep a day wasn't bad enough, in came those random days where it seems like insomnia's on your back.

"You wanna-" He says, hesitation present in his voice, "m-maybe. . . sleep on my lap?"

You noticed the shyness of the Sheriff, yet another key feature as to why you found him so adorable. Smiling at him, you nodded and positioned yourself so your head lay on his lap comfortably.

For some time, it was silent. Just the sound of a pen etching sentences onto work papers, and said work papers rhythmically switching places for new papers to be seen by the Sheriff. It was a sound very repetitive but it didn't keep you from falling asleep. As you tried your best to fall asleep, (which, you were succeeding in) you heard something:

"Gosh, have I ever told ya how adorable you are?"

You kept silent, staying still, pretending to be asleep. At first, you thought your hearing was playing tricks on you. Did he really say that? Perhaps you were already dreaming. Or maybe you were still awake but. . . this was one of his pick up lines. The type he used on everyone.

"You're perfect. Maybe that's why I like ya better than anyone else." He said, this time, softer. Still, you heard what he said, and it seemed to push you over the edge. You opened your eyes and saw the Sheriff focused on his work, probably not noticing your sudden awakening.

"Hey." You suddenly said.

"Oh!" He exclaimed. "You're. . . awake. How many minutes of sleep was that? Two?"

You giggled at his antics. Perhaps he didn't know that you heard everything he had to say about you. Perhaps he didn't know you were awake the whole time.

"It wasn't much to replenish my energy, but. . ." you began, "for the record, Sheriff, I like you better than everyone too." And you smiled, looking up at him as he looked down at you.

Upon hearing this, his expression switched from one of confusion to one of shock. There was a thick silence between you, one that you waited for Sheriff to break, and, just when you thought he wouldn't, you felt his arm on your head as he lifted you up and slouched down so-

Your lips touched.

After some time of him just kissing you and you eventually kissing back, you two pulled away. The pair of you were breathless, staring into each other's eyes as his hand supported your head.

"My gosh, (Y/N). I see you everyday but I'm sure I'll never get bored of you."

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Hey, I'm really sorry if that one sucked.

Hell week one's over.