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When is the magician going to put the lady back together?

MURDERVILLE (2022–) Season One, Episode One

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“What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online — and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: “You’ve got mail.” I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York. Just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you.”

YOU’VE GOT MAIL (1998) dir. Nora Ephron

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Congratulations Andrew Garfield - Academy Award Nominee! 

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andrew garfield and kristen stewart both nominated for oscars this year

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this much is true.

“People like you will never change.”

“How little you underestimate me, Parker.”

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this much is true ~ (prologue)

Description: Maggie Jennings can wield the earth and alongside her brother (Gregory,) is considered a foe of Spiderman. She's not from this world, her mind and soul belongs to another, but yet somehow - she finds herself entangled in the world of another Parker's and must try to convince those around her she doesn't need to be cured.

Pairing: andrew!spiderman x named-enhanced!oc.

Warning(s): NWH Spoilers.

Word Count: 929

A/N: Hi folks! I saw No Way Home and of course, I needed to write something. I have a couple of things in the pipeline. This - and a one-shot for Tobey's Spiderman (cause I also love him.)

Maggie wasn't quite sure what had just happened. It had been a strange morning. Gregory left around six, stating that he was "needed at work," and that she "shouldn't worry." As if. Gregory had been a walking worry since the day they were born. Up until six months ago, it had been a simple life: Go to work, have a normal life, hide your powers - those powers being, control of nature, not something that was all-that easy to do (unlike Gregory, who could wield fire.)

Things had been relatively normal. They'd lived this way since childhood, their powers becoming apparent during puberty, scaring an already fretful mother and father, scientists from Europe who had travelled to America, but perished in a plane accident when the siblings turned 20. Maggie always had suspected their parents knew the reason behind their powers, yet never was able to have her questions answered. For the most part - she enjoyed hers. Able to speak to plants and grow beauty where there could be none. It's why she made her calling as a Florist.

But then, something had changed in Gregory, Maggie had sensed it for some time. He was rageful. News of the vigilante that called himself: Spiderman, angered him. Why couldn't he help others? He was advanced too.

Gregory began to spiral, listening to the wrong-voices and found himself a foe of the Spider. She'd warned him against it. Told him this behaviour was reckless. Their parents worked hard to keep them safe, not to throw it all away for pride and greed.

Yet, found herself also on that list - after Gregory had accidentally set a school on fire, causing Maggie to expose herself (and her powers) to save the children. But Spiderman didn't see it that way. In the same day, she'd met a man - one that she’d known for awhile, but hadn’t seen for years. He was her age. Attractive and polite, kind to those around. Maggie knew in an instant that he was someone to associate herself with. She'd met him in High-School. But, never found the courage to ask him to a dance or to the movies - but that voice, that darned voice.

She knew it, because not only did it belong to Peter Parker, it also belonged to Spiderman, the person (and man who'd convinced the city) that she was Public Enemy Number One. It was to be expected, she supposed, as everywhere Gregory went, Maggie followed. Trying to keep him from tipping over the edge of insanity, if he wasn't already there. That's how she found herself now.

One minute she was setting up the shop. Her front window half boarded up, smashed-in a couple of nights back by protesters. Maggie could hardly blame them. Wherever Gregory went (or the Flame) he brought destruction and death - the opposite of what she truly represented. The next moment, however, she was falling.

Down and down, until she landed on the grass, a thick and vast forest surrounding her.

Typical.

The world spun above her. It was dark, not a spec of sunshine in the sky. It had just been a glorious morning, so, why had everything suddenly changed? With a cautious flick of the wrist, the branches around her shifted and swayed, giving Maggie a clearer view of the area. She was alone. Not that it mattered, she'd been alone her whole life. Then, from her left, a collection of voices. Danger, she thought (or, they could be help.) Whoever they happened to be, Maggie knew she had to shift and fast.

Gracefully getting to her feet, she brushed off the grass and walked towards the clearing ahead. She could make out a younger man, clothed in a skin-tight all-in-one. He had his back to her, talking to someone on a mobile, carrying a small cube-like device. Maggie waited for an opportunity, but it seemed that one would find her.

"Er- Hello! Is everything alright, ma'am?" The boy called out kindly, starting to move in Maggie's direction. His face was visible now, as was his clothes.

Red and blue. Dirtied. A spider on the front.

Maggie was imagining things. She had to be. This wasn't her Spiderman. He was far too young. This boy stood before her, bloodied and half-beaten, couldn't have been more than 17-18. He was practically a baby. Not like her Peter, as if she could call him that.

With a sharp exhale, Maggie felt her eyes watering, "Peter?"

This-Peter held up the device, alerting her, "How- What are you doing to the plants?"

"What-" She had failed to notice the roots from below had started to rise up, trying to protect her from this perceived enemy. With a click of fingers, they ceased, but it was too late, "listen, I'm not going to hurt you Peter. They aren't either."

"That's what the other people said." He cried, hand hovering over a small button.

Maggie realised it was fruitless, but she had to try, "Peter, please, I can help."

"I'm sorry whoever you are."

Then, there was no-more greenery and instead, it had been replaced by three stone walls and a blue-hue covering the open section. She landed roughly, just as she had done before.

What is it with these people?

"Oh sick, you brought a girl here too."

Maggie stood to attention and tried to source out who'd just spoken about her. She found This-Peter and two others, a girl and a smaller guy - both the same age, all staring at her curiously.

Finally, she found her voice, "I do have a name, you know."

"Maggie Jennings, or as she refuses to be called... Mother Nature."

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miss mansfield (james bond) ~ oc profile, backstory.

Red woollen coat billowing, as her blonde, luxurious mane shifted with her stride, she left the basement.

“Who was that?” Bond asked the already perplexed room.

It was Q who spoke first, “I wouldn’t ask, it’ll only lead to heartbreak and tears.”

The woman no one quite understands, most don’t know that she exists - just how her mother, the most powerful woman in Britain, wanted it. If people knew she was around, everything would be at risk. Her safety, her freedom and most critically, her complete way of life.

Caroline Mansfield is a mystery, and that’s just the way she likes it.

Growing up, caroline was pushed and pulled between different countries and locations; France, Australia, Iceland, Brazil, South Africa - to name a few. This allowed her to experience life and different cultures. showing her what life has to offer.

As a child, this was all one big adventure, but deep down - Caroline just wanted to stop and stay, instead of the constant rush of moving, and just like every well-to-do English upper class family, things were never quite as they seem.

Nobody really understood the Mansfield family.

Her father, the patriarch; Reginald Mansfield, was a stern man who indulged in the odd whiskey, shot deer and thrived off Tennyson, even though his wife couldn’t stand the man. He’d wanted lots of children, but due to his wife’s job, they’d only produced one - His Caroline, the light of his life. He taught her how to survive outdoors, even if she complained she was cold half the time. They shared wisdom, poetry, laughter. Reginald encouraged his daughter to question everything, learn and never look down upon those whom were considered lesser. Rich coming from a longtime Conservative - something that they wholeheartedly disagreed on, but they never chose to discuss politics. Reginald and Caroline co-existed perfectly, whilst on the other side of the scale…

Her mother, the matriarch and arguably the most important woman in the world of western politics; Olivia “M” Mansfield, was the sort of mother who stayed too late at the office, couldn’t cook a roast dinner and often wondered if this ‘motherhood’ nonsense was really worth it - but one look at her daughter and she knew it was all worth it. Of course, Olivia was hardly referred to by her Christian name. M was far more familiar to those that knew her and due to the genetic lottery, Caroline was the spitting image of M - albeit just a bit taller. Stoic, emotions were to be contained, only to be released in present company. Professional at all times. She saw the future in Caroline and it was that very thought that encouraged her to get up in the morning. But, deep down, she felt that everlasting guilt - having to lurch her daughter from post to pillar, not knowing if her sweet-girl resented her.

The Mansfield’s were an odd bunch, that’s for sure.

Then, the inevitable happened. A sudden heart attack took him. He’d been fishing somewhere in Scotland. He left behind a stoic widow and his daughter, who used her grief to move and push forwards.

Now you’re all caught up on her family history… let’s move onto the present.

She wanted to have a quiet life. Teaching English to students around the world. But, life always has a way of catching up to you and eventually - Caroline, years after honing her skills within the field of languages, chose to stay by her mothers side, working at MI6. Officially becoming a ‘Linguist.’ Everyone knew to call her ‘Caroline’ or Miss Campbell, which was her Grandmother’s name. It was never Miss Mansfield. Nobody dared. Her parentage wasn’t common knowledge, due to the safety implications.

That meant there was only a handful of people Caroline was able to trust, and most of them were chosen by her mother, just in case things went south. Luckily for Caroline, she was fond of every single one of the friends she’d acquired.

First of all, there was Q - an ally, a man who could be trusted and of course, had the most adorable cardigan collection. He allowed her into his quiet life, sharing everything with her. They were both guarded. Yet, it worked. They’d become work buddies. He was sarcastic, she was a bit more extroverted. Best friends? I think so. James Bond, however, he was a whole different story. During their first meeting, he found himself instant,y attracted, but he knew his boundaries, once he realised she wasn’t interested in his wandering eye. Bond knew Caroline could be trusted and of course, her skills came in handy when in a tricky, international situation.

That’s not to say Caroline was all languages. She could use a gun if needed, but as a self-declared pacifist, she quite often refused to carry one (the source of a number of arguments between Mother and Daughter.)

Eve Moneypenny happened to be Caroline’s closets gal-pal. Sharing their woes and troubles over wine, getting drunk and calling Q to see if they could hack into their ex’s bank accounts. She was someone who just… Understood her. Wholeheartedly.

Mallory acted as a brother figure, ensuring that, after her mother’s untimely demise, Caroline had a job and someone to call if need be. They understand one another and she’s never afraid to tell him no.

The other person, was the man closest to her mother; Bill Tanner, MI6’s Chief of Staff and all around good guy. He answered to M and in turn, M entrusted him to look after her daughter. He was the first to discover Caroline’s identity when he was subsequently sent to fetch her from the small, almost remote fishing village in rural Iceland. M noticed the longing glances, the lingering around one another after everyone has gone. She knew that this man was head over heels for her and vice versa, it was just their jobs putting a stop to any real action. M also knew, if the time came, Tanner was somebody she could trust to ensure Caroline’s safety. Bond was good - but he wasn’t in love with her, Tanner most definitely was. They would do anything for one another.

Caroline’s a calm storm, threatening to spill over and spread at any moment. Classy, intelligent, curious - she’s a mixture of a nightmare and a daydream, just depends on who you ask. Cross her though, and you’ll soon learn that angering a Mansfield will have severe consequences.

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BBC Ghosts ~ ghost number eight (oc)

After my fiftieth re-watch of Ghosts, I've decided to do a few one shots or something (hopefully I'll remember to write these ones, but I'm fecking hopeless.) So, allow me to introduce ghost number eight - Audrey Seymour.

(here's just a few details about audrey...)

audrey seymour, born in 1900 to a wealthy, land owning family from the north; her father was a lord, her sisters all ladies presented at court. she's a lady too - but don't call her that, it won't end well. audrey was extremely well liked in life, by potential suitors, her suffragette friends, the bright young things and family. all except her sisters. they disliked the fact audrey was the star of the show. immensely. that's why, at the ripe age of 26, she was 'accidentally' poisoned at a party (at button house) leaving behind a devastated suitor (the handsome mr baker) and family.

and thankfully she died wearing her new dress.

after her death, audrey fit in remarkably well with the other ghosts. she was the next ghost after lady button to die. instead of moping around and crying, she got on with it. using her time in the afterlife to help others. that's what she used to do in life, so, she would continue to do so now. audrey found comfort in the other ghosts and their stories - and in kind, they immediately warmed to her kindness and heart.

audrey considers herself a friend to all. no matter who they are, or what they believe in.

the ghosts all like audrey.

to kitty, she's a friend and someone to rely on. hide and seek at midnight? you bet. mary and audrey share looks, knowing what the other is thinking. nothing has to be said. lady button wasn't a fan - at first. she'd seen audrey's so-called 'socialist' ways. but eventually, she warmed to her. they could share stories about a world they both knew about.

audrey found favour in the men also. the captain thought her fascinating and principled, she could always be relied on for sound and solid advice. where as pat and julian - the newcomers - thought her very modern and older than her twenty-six years. robin adores her.

when it comes to matters of the heart, that’s a little difficult. humphrey would never admit it, but in another time, he would’ve loved the company of audrey as a wife. she laughs at his jokes, you see. she's the one who carries him around. never forgetting to relocate his body with his head. audrey's heard his stories, he's listened to hers. do they have feelings for one another? maybe. only if he can find his bloody body though.

there’s no love triangle, but thomas’ affections for audrey have grown over time. he had his initial moment. doing the typical ‘thorne falls for every woman’ thing. but once he slowed down, took a moment, he realised that audrey was far more complicated and takes time to ensure she’s happy.

it’s the little things.

audrey has stories to tell. no matter the subject, she has something new. that's why she's so fascinating.

the new world excites her. she finds a kindred spirit in alison and is thankful for the time she spends filling her in on what's happened. but deep down, she's still grieving - not that many would spot this, through her bright eyes and kind smile. grieving for a world she never got to see.

that doesn't matter though, she loves her button house family and wouldn't change them for toffee.

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requested by anonymous

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Solid Ground: Playlist

Solid Ground ~ Michael Kiwanuka

Be My Baby ~ The Ronettes

Toxic ~ 2WEI

What a Man Gotta Do ~ Jonas Brothers

Man’s World ~ MARINA

Bad Guy ~ Billie Eilish

The Man ~ The Killers

All That She Wants ~ Ace of Base

IDGAF ~ Dua Lipa

Blue Monday ~ HEALTH

Somebody’s Watching Me ~ Madelyn Darling

Trouble ~ Shampoo

Castles ~ Freya Ridings

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Petition for Steve Arnott to get some therapy™️ please

(Side note - I also think Steph Corbett is dodgy af and I stand by this statement)

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New Line of Duty Trailer for those who haven’t seen it.

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Solid Ground ~ One

A/N: Afternoon all! Here’s the start of Diana and Steve’s journey. As stated before, these won’t be in order - just this one and the last, which are set in Season Six.

“So, you saw her then? Is she alright?”

It was a typical Friday night - for Steve and I, anyway. 

After a gruelling day of doing practically nothing, Steve and I found ourselves back at my house. Consuming copious amounts of takeaway. I was slightly tipsy from a bottle of red, whilst Steve was two bottles deep into a pack of six Peroni’s. Both of us curled up on the sofa. Steve always took the left, I the right.

Taking a rather elongated sip, Steve just seemed to huff in response, “She’s fine. Who wouldn’t be? Over at Polk, away from the likes of us.”

“Don’t be bitter Steven.”

“Believe me, I’ve tried not to be but-“ Steve couldn’t finish. Instead, taking another drink of beer. He focused his attention back on the television, where a crappy, and rather uninteresting talk show played.

But I wasn’t done, “Kate wanted a change. There’s nothing wrong with that. We should be thankful that for once, she’s happy.”

It took him a moment, then Steve shifted, his gaze meeting mine. I raised a brow, causing him to chuckle softly and return to watching the television. 

On the other hand, I found myself just staring at Steve, unable to tear my eyes away. There were a number of things occurring in my brain. Maybe it was the wine? Surely that wasn’t causing the flutterings. No, that had been there for quite some time. 

He’s my best friend. There’s not much more to it than that. Steve Arnott was the waist coated light of my life, and when I say that I couldn’t live without him, that wouldn’t be an exaggeration. He liked beer and football. A hot curry after work. I hated beer, had zero interest in football and couldn’t stand curry. But that didn’t matter. Not to us. That’s what made our friendship so special. If Steve could handle the odd episode of Married at First Sight (the Australian version, not the British,) then I could withstand attending a football match or two. We’re different, but so alike. That’s what made us. I knew that, regardless of if he had a relationship, I was his rock - his one constant, as he had been mine for so long. 

But now he wanted to transfer, leaving AC-12 behind, just as Kate had done eighteen months before.

The thought of Steve relocating made my chest hurt. It was selfish of me, but I didn’t want him to go. There was still time. He hadn’t made up his mind just yet. Work had been kicking his arse recently. This was due to unsolved murder of journalist, Gail Vella. It was an incredibly tragic murder and naturally, the handling by DCI. Davidson was starting to botch. Over the last two years, I’d had a few dealings with the DCI in question, majority of them ending with the biting of tongues and keeping my mouth shut. I wasn’t Steve. I couldn’t get myself in trouble, not again. Rather than get caught up in my thoughts, I found myself reaching for my glass of Merlot and settling into Steve’s side. He was warm and luckily, didn’t mind the intrusion; his arm going around me like it was supposed to be there. After all these years he was used to it. 

//

Steve tried to focus on the tv. He tried his hardest, his very hardest, but no matter what - he couldn’t. Not with Diana nestled to close to his side. After six years, he’d grown accustomed to seeing her, at AC-12, socially on the weekends and one thing was for certain, that without her, he’d be lost. Unable to properly function. It never mattered what he did - Almost ruined the cases; ended up in hospital after being thrown down stairs (he still hadn’t lived that one down, physically and with Diana); the many failed relationships and after all that happened with Dot, she was there. Still by his side. 

Then there was the medication. Diana wasn’t aware of that, Steve had made certain that his friend wouldn’t find out. There would be hell to pay if she did, and would only fuss him, then maybe tell on him to his mother. Not the ideal situation, if he was being honest with himself. No, secrets were better for now. 

Things weren’t looking good at AC-12 either. Everybody was consumed with the suspicious murder of Gail Vella. Hastings, Bishop, even Diana, who’s role at AC-12 had been elevated to be the only Forensic Consultant. Seeing Diana everyday made Steve feel warm. To see her smile whenever he managed to crack a stupid joke, or when Hastings quipped something incredibly Irish. It seemed to brighten the room and for that, Steve was glad. As the television grew less interesting, Steve found his mind going to other places, to the secret meeting he’d had with Kate. What a failure that had subsequently been… 

—

Steve hated Polk Avenue. He could never quite place why, but he did. Kate leaving had affected him more than he cared to admit. She was his ‘mate.’ Aside from Diana, she was the only other person who he could trust. They both knew everything about him. An unnerving thought indeed. As he parked up and flashed the lights - four times, just to be sure - Steve waited patiently for Kate to approach the car. He spotted her as she began to walk away from the building and near his car, hidden subtly by the front gates. Once she was inside, it was clear Kate wasn’t all that pleased to see him.

Turning to face him, her face incredulous, “What kind of knobby signal was that?”

Typical Kate, he thought.

“First thing that came to mind.”

“Go round the block in case anyone’s watching.” Kate instructed. Pulling her seatbelt over and on, settling into the passenger seat.

Inhaling sharply, Steve simply nodded, putting the car into drive, “No worries.” 

Together, they pulled away from the station, turning onto the street and driving away. For a moment, an awkward, unfamiliar silence filled the vehicle. It was Kate who spoke up first. Breaking the peace.

“There’s a nice little balti up the road. But, I’m guessing that’s not why you’re here, though.” She was calm about it all, but Steve could sense the tension in her voice.

“I wish,” He sighed, “Sorry mate.��

Again, Kate fell silent and chewed on her lip, letting out a quiet, “Right.”

“I can’t share any details, but we might be looking into Vella.” Steve started carefully.

Kate couldn’t believe it. 

Closing her eyes and sighing deeply, “Oh shit,” Opening them again, she found herself getting angry with the man sat beside her, “Great, so when Buckells and Davidson find out, they’re going to think-“

“They’ll think either you’re our CHIS or you’ve been embedded as a UCO.” He intercepted. Turning, he tried to smile at his friend, “That’s why I’m giving you a heads-up, Kate.”

Kate still wasn’t having it, “Steve, you know what it’s like being ex-anti corruption. I’ve had to work my bollocks off with them lot.”

Of course Steve knew this. Kate was one of the hardest workers in the force, and yet, it all boiled down to loyalty - as it always seemed to do these days. 

“Is this the gaffer’s way of getting his own back?” She continued. 

Frowning, Steve simply shook his head, “No, of course not.” 

“Why am I still calling him “gaffer?” 

Steve tried to think of something in kind. He knew why she’d moved, as did Hastings. There was no doubt about that. Sighing, Kate moved onto other subjects, ready to stop talking about her new Bosses.

“How’s Di?” She asked softly, her voice lowering for the first time since getting in. 

Kate missed her friends, even though she wouldn’t admit to that out loud. Seeing them both everyday was something she’d missed. The laughter in those off moments. A coffee when it was calm. Her weekly glass of wine with Diana - that was what she missed the most. Sure, they messaged from time to time, but now Diana was a consultant, rather than just an investigator, and with her position at Polk Avenue, time was scarce. Kate observed Steve closely. Noting how the tops of his ears turned a little pink, or how his cheeks had blushed. Internally, she smirked.

Steve let out a harsh cough and nodded, “She’s good, yeah, she’s- Alright.” 

“I do miss her,” Then, “You’re so obvious you know.” 

“What?” He was confused. 

Kate let out a snort, shaking her head amusedly, “Never mind. Forget I said anything about it.”

Steve wanted to enquire about her statement, but left it alone. Not wanting to upset the moment between them. Their conversation about Vella and Hastings continued until they reached Polk Avenue again. Then, as Steve was left alone, his thoughts returned back to Kate and her statement. What was he so obvious about?

Shaking his head, he tried to push the thoughts back and started to make his way back into the city. 

—

Collectively, the pair were silent, watching the television. Steve’s fingers brushed over Diana’s shoulder, whilst Diana made his shoulder her pillow. Separately however, their thoughts were racing. 

Both recalling the moments that had led them to this. 

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Solid Ground: Main Characters

Diana Jackson

Age: 29

Job Role: Forensic Consultant ~ To AC-12.

Nickname(s): Di (Most People); Sunshine (Steve) & Lady Di (Anyone taking the Piss.)

Info: Born in the North. Ex-Boyfriend is an arsehole (that’s what Steve says, anyway.) Has been friends with Steve for at least 6/7 years. Professional, kind, considered a delight to be around - but on the flip side, is extremely stubborn, a bit of a firecracker (she’s a Scorpio lads) and loyal to her colleagues/friends at AC-12. Probably always had feelings for Steve. Is most definitely not H, as she couldn’t keep a secret THAT big. Doesn’t drink or smoke. Can’t use guns - more like, refuses to. Distrusts Dot from day one.

Steve Arnott

Age: 35

Job Role: Detective Sergeant ~ AC-12 (Not quite a DI yet.)

Nickname(s): Steven (Diana); Mate (Kate) & Sweetheart (Angry!Diana.)

Info: Southerner through and through. Extremely protective of Diana, even though he knows she can handle herself. Gentle, a little moody and a hard worker. Feels like he has to make Diana proud - but constantly let’s her down (struggled to keep it in his pants a couple of times.) Probably always had feelings for Diana. Favourite part of the day is having lunch with Diana. Is most certainly not H. Can be read like an open book. Calls everyone “mate.” Knows that he’ll always have Diana’s support - regardless of what happens.

Richard Wilkins

Age: 33

Job Role: Crime Scene Investigator.

Nickname(s): Rich (Most people) & Knob (Steve.)

Info: Diana’s rather clingy ex-boyfriend. Cheated on her with a friend. Saying that - Is good at his job. A scientific mind. Has a mutual dislike with Steve. Became secretive towards the end of their relationship - series 2/3. Is he H? Maybe, maybe not. Still occasionally works alongside Diana. Knows Jill Bigalow a little too well.

Kate Fleming

Age: 34

Job Role: Detective Inspector ~ Murder Investigation Team (Fmr. AC-12.)

Nickname(s): Mate (Steve) & Kay (Diana.)

Info: Nottingham born and bred. Separated from Mark. An amazing mum to Josh. Treats Diana like the sister she never had. Proud, considerate and one the best undercover officers going. Also calls everyone “mate.” Could be H, but don’t think she is. Extremely secretive at times. Loyal to those around her - gets her into tricky situations at times. Never misses the chance to have a glass of wine with Diana.

Matthew “Dot” Cottan

Age: 39

Job Role: Detective Inspector ~ AC-12 (Fmr. AC-9/TO-20.)

Nickname(s): Dot (Everyone); Slenderman (Diana) & The Caddy (To all those who know...)

Info: A Blackpool native. Joins AC-12 in series 2. Just one of the ‘lads.’ Doing his best to hide who he really is. Initially fancies Diana, but that turns to contempt. Arrogant, a little slimy and highly competent. Always has an eye on everyone. A thorn in Steve’s side. Obviously H - well, one of them.

Ted Hastings

Age: 55

Job Role: Superintendent ~ AC-12.

Nickname(s): The Gaffer (Steve); Boss (Everyone) & Cap (Diana.)

Info: Northern Irish. The Boss. Nobody messes with Ted. He’s after one thing, and one thing only - Bent Coppers. Father figure vibes. Protective of Diana. Secretly ships her with Steve - possibly has a bet going with someone in the office. Has some issues. Anger issues. Separated from his wife. Once thought to be H, but he’s not. Would do anything for his AC-12.

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northern-writer masterlist

Started: 29/03/2021

Last Updated: 11/10/2021

BBC Ghosts

ghost number eight (x) - (on hold)

one

James Bond

miss mansfield (x) - (on hold)

one - the beginning of the end

two - skyfall

three - back to reality

four - spectre

five - holding on

six - no time to die

epilogue

Line of Duty

Solid Ground ~ Steve Arnott x OC  (x) - (On Hold)

One

Character Profiles

Playlist 

Spiderman

this much is true ~ andrew!spiderman x OC (x)

prologue

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Solid Ground ~ Steve Arnott x OC

“She’s his solid ground, son.”

Summary: She’s a hardworking Forensic Consult. He’s the DS who rocks a waistcoat. Diana has known Steve since the very beginning. Through all of the trails, tribulations and slightly worrying behaviour. These are screenshots of their friendship, and eventually… Their romance.

Pairing: Steve Arnott x Diana Jackson (OC)

Warnings: None (So Far)

Part One Coming Soon.

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You’ve Got Mail (1998)

Director - Nora Ephron

Production Designer - Dan Davis