#ew police officers

[thetomorrowshow]

pulled over

empires superpowers au masterlist (not up to date)

takes place about a year after the end of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: mentions of police, past abuse

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He’s thinking about going back to school, honestly. He’s not sure what sort of career he’d expected to get with a degree in architecture—hopefully one where he got to plan cool buildings, but that clearly hadn’t worked out too well in his favor. And while he’d still like to do that—his sketchbooks are filled with designs of gothic-inspired houses and improbable city buildings—it’s an unpredictable enough job that he’s not sure what sort of hours it would be or if someone is even hiring.

Not to mention, he has money. He gets a pension from the city (an excessive amount, in his opinion), so he doesn’t really need a second job. Which is why he’s been thinking more about going back to school. More of something to fill his free time, really.

He’s not sure what degree he’d be looking for—computer science? Theatre?—and he’s just scrolling through the course options at ECU when he hears the jingling of keys in the door.

Usually when Jimmy enters the house, he calls for the cats and coos at them both, before planting a kiss on Scott’s cheek on his way to get down the box of Dreamies.

Today, the door shuts without any fanfare. The cats come running anyway, of course, and Scott opens up the tab for the glassblowing major before he registers that Jimmy hasn’t said anything yet.

He looks up. Jimmy is sitting on the floor, holding Norman close to his chest. His shoulders are shaking.

Scott’s up and headed over before he can even think about it. Once he does think, though, he realizes that Jimmy is on the floor and he is standing and with what seems to be a poor emotional state, that could trigger a flashback very easily.

He drops to the floor six or eight feet away from Jimmy, scoots along until he’s close enough to touch. Jimmy doesn’t react except to bury his face into Norman’s side, the cat letting out a quiet mrow? at the action.

“Jimmy? What’s going on?”

Jimmy sighs, and when he pulls away from Norman, his eyes are red. “I—I got pulled over,” he says, his voice cracking. “The left taillight is out, by the way.”

“Oh, baby. . . .” Scott wrings his hands, holds one out. “Good for me to hug you?”

Surprisingly, Jimmy nods, then places Norman down on the floor and lunges into Scott’s arms. Scott rocks back onto his heels, unsteady for a moment, before finding his balance and wrapping his arms around Jimmy.

“Did he ticket you?” Scott asks after a moment. Jimmy shakes his head.

“It was just—it was scary. I—I almost had to pull over again, m-my hands were shaking so bad after.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay to be scared.”

“I’m a grown man, Scott.” An angry tear slips from the corner of Jimmy’s eye, his eyebrows drawn in shame. “I shouldn’t be—I can’t be scared of the police. I just saw the—the stupid stick thing on his belt and—and the way he talked—”

“Most people are afraid of cops, dear,” Scott tells him, kissing him lightly on the forehead. “It sucks. Cops suck. I need to give Shelby a call, get her to really push for that reform. . . .”

Jimmy snuggles closer into Scott, awkwardly kicks off his shoes. Norman wraps around Scott’s legs, tilts his head up at the two of them.

“Wanna move to the couch? Your cat’s confused and I bet your knees hurt,” Scott suggests. Jimmy gasps and coos at Norman.

“Aw, hey, pet! I haven’t given you your treat yet, huh?”

Then he blinks. The smile on his face falters for just a moment. It’s quickly pasted back on, and when Scott tries to ask what’s up, he waves him off.

Jimmy stands shakily and slowly, tests his balance before following Norman and Elle to the kitchen. Scott waits until he returns, guides him to the sofa.

“How was work otherwise?” Scott asks.

Jimmy shakes himself. “Um, fine,” he says, leaning his head on Scott’s shoulder. “It’s—I don’t know how to describe it, Scott. It’s still a miracle every day.”

“Just working?”

Jimmy lets out a shaky sigh-laugh. “Yeah. Getting to put my hands in an engine and not have it burst into flame. It’s just . . . I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.”

The conversation falls into silence then, and Jimmy starts trembling again, so Scott searches for something, anything to say.

“Um, Joel said that you and a couple of friends are hanging out this weekend?”

“Right!” Jimmy brightens. “We’re heading out to that soccer field across from the middle school on the east side? Four or five of us are gonna kick a ball around for a while.”

“Anyone I know?”

Jimmy shrugs. “One of the guys from work, probably. I think fWhip said something about wanting to come? And one of Joel’s friends. Just a group who likes soccer.”

Scott frowns. “I thought Joel and fWhip hated each other.”

“They’re making up so they can team up against you,” Jimmy admits. “With their powers combined and all that.”

“I—what?” Scott sputters. “Is that why Joel was so obnoxious yesterday? He’s actively working with the enemy?”

Jimmy laughs. “fWhip’s not the enemy, he’s a vigilante. And yeah, they want to have a bit of a rivalry with you.”

Well, if anything it’ll be a fun bit of publicity. But Scott won’t take this lying down.

For the rest of the evening, they turn on whatever sitcom is airing and devise ways for Scott to strike back and not be made a fool of.

And when they go to bed, Jimmy’s shoulders have relaxed a bit, and Scott can breathe easier knowing that his boyfriend feels safe.

[poppadom0912]

Drugssss

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, bad police, swearing

Summary: Swear to God, the drugs in your bag, they're not yours.

A/N: This was written very suddenly, plot very random but it is here! Hope you guys enjoy this a lot, my exams have finished for the mean time so I'll try writing more. This title also makes no sense but i have no more creative juices left in me. By the end of this, it gets very cringe and ew so pretend it doesn't exist pls😭

It had been a long day and all you wanted to do was go to the firehouse and sleep in Kelly's bunk, maybe even have a snack depending on who cooked.

But alas, somehow, at the end of the school day, you found yourself in the back of a police car in handcuffs, being driven to the police station.

For the past few months, any drug dealing and drug intake had increased in your school to such a point that all of a sudden this morning, police were at the school doors searching everyone as they entered, looked for any sort of suspicious activity during the day and do a final search as you all left.

For you, the entire day had gone smoothly till about 15 minutes ago when they were searching your bag. You were more than one hundred percent confident you were safe. One because you'd never come across drugs in the seventeen years of your life, two because you live with firefighters and most importantly, your older brother was a lieutenant. Drugs were an easy death sentence.

The Ziploc bags they found in your backpack, they caught you so off guard you thought you were hallucinating but then they asked you to walk them to your locker and they wouldn't take no for an answer.

When you didn't move immediately, they started pushing you, one hand on your back and one on your bicep. You were so shocked that their tight grips went unnoticed.

Opening your locker to them, you didn't need to look, you could feel their eyes burning into your head.

Fast forward to now and you were being dragged inside the station like an uncooperating toddler having a tantrum. You had your own two feet and hadn't fought them once. Why were they being so harsh with you?

You hadn't even realised the exact location till you were stood in front of a desk and the policeman with a tight grasp of your arm had said a name you recognised.

"Trudy!"

The Sargent did a double take, looking at your bewildered as she looked past the officer as if he wasn't even there.

"Junior." She said affectionately, calling you the name everyone had dubbed for you basically since birth. Your name was only ever uttered when in trouble or when anyone, mainly you were distressed.

"Officer." Trudy sternly addressed the man, voice firm with her face set in stone. "Care to explain why you have my niece in cuffs?"

The second officer stepped up from behind you, shaking the clear evidence bag in her eye line.

"Burgess!" Trudy called for the brunette officer who was making her way up the stairs. "Take Y/N off their hands please. I need to call Severide."

Kim's eyes widened in shock when she saw you. Without any further question, she came down and gently steered you towards the intelligence bullpen.

"It's alright Y/N, we'll get this all sorted, don't worry."

Her words alone comforted you, her kind hands so gentle you felt imminent relief.

*****

You didn't even need to see Kelly to know he was there. You could hear his raised voice laced in anger, tinged with worry and concern for his baby sister.

His boots running up the stairs followed and soon enough, all your senses were being flooded by him.

"Thank goodness your okay." He sighed, kneeling in front of you so he could inspect you properly. "Oh God Y/N, are you hurt? Are you-" He cut himself off when your bottom lip trembled.

"Oh Y/N." Opening his arms, you easily fell into his welcoming embrace. Such a bug bringing you comfort and safety the same way your entire life.

"I'm here now." He said, face resting in your hair as he spoke to only you. He pressed a light but assuring kiss when he heard the tell-tale signs that you were about to start crying. "I'm going to fix this, I promise Y/N."

"They're not mine." You mumbled into his shirt collar, squeezing your eyes shut as to prevent any tears from spilling over. "You have to believe me Kels- I would never-"

"I know, I know." He shushed you, rubbing his hands over your bare arms, his motions stopping when he noticed how red your bicep was with specifically shaped indentations.

"What the fuck?!" He gently inspected your arms, making you pull back in confusion, your own eyes widening at the red hand marks and nails indents.

"It doesn't hurt-"

"That doesn't fucking matter." Oh- He was more than angry now. Livid didn't do him justice. When Kelly got angry he got loud and even violent but right now, he was silent, unmoving in his fury.

You were too scared to ask what he was going to do next.

"Hey Junior how- oh shit." Matt swore, smile disappearing as soon as he stepped into the breakroom and caught sight of your arm in Kelly's hand.

"Shit indeed." Adam added, appearing out of nowhere spooking all three of you.

Whipping your heads up to look at the officer, he smiled and apologised sheepishly. He held up a key in his hand, "Let's finally get your hands of these cuffs."

Despite your previous teary eyes, your mood improved at his words as you pushed your wrists in his direction eager to get your hands free.

Kelly grumbled at the sight of your red and raw wrists, a definite sign that they had been put on too tight.

"So, we've made some progress."

*****

Witnessing Matt trying to calm Kelly down, holding his elbow so he didn't do anything stupid would've been hilarious if your wrists weren't so sore, but the sight did ease the pain somewhat.

The two men had been glaring at the stupid teenage boys who didn't even have the decency to look chastised or shameful or anything of the sorts when they were caught and taken in by intelligence.

As it turns out, it was as easy and simple as checking the school security cameras to find out who planted the drugs in your locker and bags.

Apparently, you weren't their only target.

Trudy had forced the two officers to apologise to you which they did very begrudgingly which she wasn't very happy about. You glared at them, rolled your eyes at the insincere apology and outright said 'i don't accept your half-assed apology'.

Kelly would let you off for swearing on just this once occasion. This was the only exception because they gully deserved it.

"You won't be seeing these idiots for a while." You weren't too sure who Trudy was referring to, the policemen or the criminal teenage boys because she walked off before any of you could ask for clarification.

"You want to get milkshakes?" Kelly nudged your shoulder gently, a soft smile on your face when your eyes brightened up just like they did when you were younger whenever someone mentioned said sweet treat.

It was safe to say that with the people around you, no one would mess with you like that again.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

Do you have Stevie hcs

Yup

tons

it’s a problem

How they met:

-Steve has always thought Evie’s pretty, but in a hallway crush way- he never really met her until the incident at the police station, when they’re both sixteen (Stevie police station meetcute is @dallasgallant’s fantastic idea lol and I love it sm)

-Evie was also vaguely aware of Steve before that, but she just knew him as Darry Curtis’s little brother’s angry boyfriend sidekick

-I talked about/drew it in this post, but in more detail, I think the police station incident went like this:

-Evie’s mom dates a lot of not so great guys. Usually they leave Evie alone, but they’re pretty abusive towards her mom. On the day of the police station incident, one of them slapped her mom in the face. So Evie punched him so hard his nose broke.

-And then he called the cops on her. So she got hauled into the police station.

-That’s where she met Steve, who was at the station because he got caught for a bit of petty theft

-Steve hears her arguing with the cops while he’s waiting for Soda to come pick him up, and when she comes out of the office and sits across from him to wait for her Mom to get her, he says something like “You know, your crime was pretty tuff.” And then he cringes because that’s a ridiculous thing to say to someone, especially a really gorgeous girl

-But Evie, who’s had a hard day, actually really needed to hear that. She was standing up for her mom, and her mom didn’t even thank her, and now the cops just yelled at her and honestly scared her for it. She’s actually started second guessing herself- like is she crazy? Should she have hit the guy? Is she in the wrong here?? So it means the world to have Steve tell her he thinks her actions were justified

-She thanks him, because she’s legit close to tears at this point she’s so frazzled

-Steve elaborates on how badass he thinks she is. He rambles about it more than he otherwise would because he genuinely thinks she’s awesome for that, but he also isn’t used to complimenting anyone (especially not pretty girls), so he thinks he’s coming off as so uncool

-But Evie needs that, actually. So when Soda comes to pick Steve up, Evie makes sure she takes note of his name/who he is, and she starts purposefully showing up at the DX to “accidentally run into him”

General relationship h/cs

-All of Evie’s friends think Steve sucks, which is okay because Evie thinks their boyfriends suck too

-Like when she tells Sylvia, who I hc as her best friend, about Steve, Sylvia’s like “Ew, really?! C’mom, him? The one with the teeth? That guy’s such an asshole, I don’t think he’s ever said anything nice in his life.” Slyvia mainly knows Steve as an annoying friend of Dally’s, who has the same temper and poor attitude but none of the cool rebel allure. (Part of this disdain is that Sylvia just doesn’t find Steve attractive, like at all, so in her head he’s just a worse person)

-And Evie’s like “You can’t say that, you’re dating Dallas Winston.” (Evie thinks Dally is both unattractive and horrible to be around)

-Steve’s friends all love Evie though

-Soda thinks she’s so cool- he’d be jealous (of both of them) if he didn’t have Sandy (for now 😭)

-Evie is the only person Steve feels comfortable showing his deeper feelings. She’s pretty open about her own, so Steve can let himself be more sensitive around her without feeling like a total sissy. I mean, he’s open around Soda too, but honestly less. He still kinda wants Soda to think he’s cool, yk? Evie though is so open about how cool she thinks he is that he can let his guard down easier. (I mean, due to traditional gender norms, especially in the 60s, it’s easier for Evie to be open than it is for Soda or Steve I think)

-They’re both pretty physical- Evie may not wrestle people or affectionately punch them, but she likes physical touch too. Just with her it’s usually like. Less aggressive. She does get a little more aggressive with Steve though to kinda match his energy (translation- they both like PDA a lot)

-Evie’s tried arm wrestling Steve a handful of times- she hasn’t won yet

-But she has carried him before lol- he’d never admit it, but he loves it (He doesn’t need to admit it tho, she can tell)

-Evie’s good with reading people, but especially Steve. She can see right through his bravado and the more preformative aspects of his personality- like how he’s always wearing sleeveless things, obsessively checking his hair, the way he’s always gotta have attention or he’ll just die- and she thinks it’s honestly so cute. Like, he’s not just a cool tough hood, he’s also a dumb teen boy. And she finds that really endearing

-Steve finds her brain really attractive, but also very much her looks. That sounds shallow- hear me out. My version of Evie doesn’t see always see herself as conventionally good-looking- she’s a mixed race girl in a very white part of town, raised by a white mother who doesn’t know how raise a non-white kid, in the 19-fucking-60s. She’s tall, and not the most thin- she’s used to feeling too big, too dark, too much, from how she looks to how she acts to how she is. So having Steve see all that- all her emotions, all her anger, her height, her hair, her everything- and yet see her as the hottest chick in Tulsa and also probably the whole world matters so much to her. She’s never felt like she fits into the proper mold of good wholesome femininity and it kills her, so the fact that Steve sees her as the epitome of The Perfect Girl makes her feel so much better about herself. (I know this attitude probably sounds kind of dated, but uh. Again, it’s the 60s. So.)

-Similarly, Steve’s not always the most confident in his looks even if he acts like he is. Being best buddies with a universally beloved guy like Soda occasionally does make him feel like he’s ugly by comparison. Especially with his teeth and height and the fact that he’s less lean and slender than Soda- Steve’s shorter and hasn’t lost his baby fat and it feels lousy. (Little bit of Steve angst- I h/c that girls have gone out with him in the past just to get closer to Soda. It seriously fucked with his head, because he was so jealous and angry with Soda, but also loves and adores Soda, and it’s not Soda’s fault that he’s good looking and Steve isn’t… ) (Steve is still perfectly alright looking, even if Soda’s more conventionally attractive- but he’s also less friendly/charismatic than Soda) Anyway, having Evie go for him over Soda feels like a big deal- It’s happened before of course, but never with a girl he liked as much as he likes Evie

-Steve used to like reading, but he slowly stopped over time because he’s a JD and books are for sensitive babies like Ponyboy. But when Evie recommends books to him, he reads them and talks to her about them. He wants to understand her and all the things she loves

-In turn, Evie talks to him about cars- she likes cars too, but admittedly not as much as Steve does. Still, she’ll go with him to every motor show and often helps him out at the DX. She used to help her dad work on cars back when he was alive, and so she knows about as much about them as Steve does anyhow

-In springtime, Steve steals flowers from his neighbors’ yards and leaves them in Evie’s locker at school

-One time Ponyboy and Two-Bit catch him with the flowers, and they both make fun of him so hard for “going soft”

-Legit though, for Evie, he is completely soft. She could stab him if she wanted and he’d thank her (she would never do that but you get the idea)

-One time she convinced him to let her do his eyeliner. He thought it was ridiculous, but only protested a little- plus, it meant getting to stare into her eyes and admire her face for the whole time she was drawing it on, and he can’t complain about that

-When they first started dating, Steve was real insecure because he’s 5’7 and Evie’s 5' 7.5- and in the go go boots she always wears, she’s 5’9. And Dally would often make fun of him for being shorter than his girl which just made things worse. Deep down he was also kind of…physically into their slight height difference, which confused him so much. Over time though he got over the discomfort- besides, he might be shorter than her, but he’s still bigger/stronger than her so it doesn’t hurt his masculinity too much anymore

-Steve realizes he loves her when he gets sent to the cooler for lifting hubcaps. As he’s being handcuffed, Evie starts to cry- both at being disappointed in him, and from being scared for him. And for the first time since he was a little innocent happy kid, Steve reconsiders whether he wants to be a hood. Because if it makes Evie this upset…is it really worth it? And that freaks him out, because the only other person he’s ever cared that much about not disappointing is Soda

-Evie has loved him a little bit ever since they first met and he understood her when no one else did- but she falls in love with him when she’s had a fight with her mom and Steve comes over. He had been at some thrilling drag race with Soda, but he dropped everything to make sure she was okay as soon as he heard. Once he’s there, he listens to her talk, takes her seriously, and she’s never felt so understood and seen. And she knows then that she’s found someone who gets her in a way no one else does

-Evie steals Steve’s sweatshirts and jackets and occasionally even his jeans. In return, Steve wears her (more androgynous looking) jewelry- like her rings and chains and whatever. She almost convinced him to let her pierce his ears so that he could steal her earrings too- he chickened out at the last minute, less because of the pain and more because he didn’t wanna be seen as girly or gay (even though he is for Soda). Maybe someday when Steve’s older and more secure in his masculinity he’ll let her do it though

-Privately, Steve has already planned out how he’s gonna propose to her. He doubts he’ll go through with it until after Evie’s finished college, but he knows he wants to marry her someday

[jewish-vents]

I'm so tired of antisemitism in every fandom space I am genuinely starting to feel detached from reality. My entire job is working with victims of violent crime (I identify bones and causes of death/bodily harm). I should be able to talk about Stardew Valley or Pokemon without seeing people talk about how much they hate us and want us dead or make edits of Pikachu on Palestine's flag - which, frankly, feels insulting to Palestine since human lives are a smidge more important than your fictional electric rodent. I should be able to see someone post a meme without people going, "ew Bernie Sanders meme" and "death to zionists" and "all eyes on Rafah!" in the comments. No one in Rafah is helped by this bullshit and no one here is either bc after a long 10 hour shift at work identifying the remains of a human trafficking victim buried in a shallow grave, I don't get moved or inspired by "zionists kys". I just sit there and go, "really? I can't even post about liking Dedenne more than Pikachu without seeing antisemitism?"

My therapist keeps saying not to focus on things outside of my control and to do grounding breathing exercises. Lately I've been dissociating when I do those exercises and even though I can feel my mental health getting work, I can't take time off. We need all hands on deck for this human trafficking murder case. I can't just walk away from work. But I can't unwind after work. Video games that used to bring me joy just remind me of all the people who have made it clear I'm not welcome in any of those games' fandoms. It feels like the walls are closing in all around me.

Yesterday a police officer I (unfortunately) had to interview made some snide remarks about my nose and last name and I told him, in detail, the probable causes of death for the child whose skeleton I've been studying, and ended it with, "and I don't think being antisemitic is going to bring her back, so you might want to focus on the murderers and traffickers operating in your town under your watch instead." I was reprimanded for taking things too personally. And I laughed in a kind of breaking-down-audibly kind of way. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was taking things personally to want to focus on the dead child we're investigating and not my nose. How frivolous and emotional of me. Aren't I silly? /s

Every day on the drive to and from work I look at spots on the bridge I draw over where I could easily climb up and jump off. I am falling apart and I can feel it and no one cares. Just do breathing meditation and don't think about what you can't control. Don't think about how you can't exist without it being a problem even online. Don't think about how above 250 feet, the survival rate drops to less than 1% and you could easily jump that. Mindfulness of the breath. Don't think. That's all I get for comfort.

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[xan-izme]

Across the Spidervers x Venom!femReader {Bad ending}

(Reader is Māori)

Summary: Reader was one of the Spidey's that helped Miles save his city from disaster. She returns home, a little while later, Gwen comes to recruit Reader. But this don't go very well.

TW: character death, mental health, trust issues, betrayal, cursing, held captive, traps, mentions of killing

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You were Spider woman. Yes, you knew that. Your uncle knew that and your friends from other dimensions knew that too! Friends who you missed dearly.

The life as Spider-woman would be tiring at times, but the felling of knowing that the city where your family and many other families live are safe; Was something you needed to know an able to sleep.

But you felt so alone. Missing your friends, missing swinging through a city with them and defeat evil. Joking around and the small meal breaks. You haven't been able to connect with others that much after becoming Spider-woman, it seemed like crime happened everywhere every day.

One day, when you were going against another villain, who was actually a very new one to you.

"So uh, what are you supposed to be? --" You swung up in the air, dodging the attack.

"Some, Super . . .goo?" You watched as dark gooey liquid drip off from it's deformed body.

'Ew'

"You . . . die!" The monster shouted. The thing picked up a large bolder from the wrek and threw it twards you.

You shot your webs at the bolder and jumped up, throwing it right back at it.

"That's not a really nice thing to say man." You continue with your witty comments when trying your best to take down the monster. Then suddenly, the thing begins to glitch. This gave you a little heart attack, knowing the feeling all too well.

"I see, you're from another dimension." You mumbled as the monster's glitching was a little long.

Suddenly, the gooey thing shot itself at you. Luckily you got out the way. But the goo stuck onto you, making your foot and hand stick to the ground and wall.

"Mother--nature!" You shout in frustration.

"Spider-Woman!" You hear a familiar voice shout. You quickly turn your head to see your father, captain of the Brooklyn police force. You clear your voice before speaking in a deep voice.

"uh- Stand back! no need for assistance Captain l/n!" You shout back at your dad who had other officers behind him, ready to engage. You used all of your strength to get your foot out of the goo that had harden instantly. After breaking your foot free. You kicked at whatever the gooey monster threw at you.

Suddenly, some portal opened up. Thats when a figure quickly shot out of it. It didn't take you long to realize who it was.

"Gwen!" right when you and Gwen were away from the civilians, you couldn't help your excitement to hug the living hell out of the blond. Gwen laughed.

"It's nice to see you too." Gwen laughed out as she hugged you back. Gwen began to tell you about the Spider Society and how she wanted to recruit you. She told you the higher up wanted to meet with you about a serious situation that was to happen in your universe.

You got concerned for a moment. You cared about your city and everyone in it. So, if your wold is in trouble, then you would of course get involved.

Gwen gave you a day pass bracelet so you wouldn't glitch like crazy. Before entering the portal, you looked back, wondering what your other family members were doing at the moment. Hoping they would be safe.

The Spider society was honestly amazing. You met and had some fun with people who were like you. You felt so happy, smiling non-stop. Gwen laughed as you acted like a child in a candy store.

Then you both stopped big doors. "Miguel said he wanted to meet with you alone. Y-you alright with that?"

You smiled, a little nervous to meet the big boss of this whole thing. But you reassured her and walked in alone. Before the doors closed, your turned around and gave her a thumbs up and said, "Wish me luck."

The doors closed. It was a little dim, but you were able to see good enough. You breathed in and calmed yourself down, pulling your mask down and walking to where you see more light coming from a specific spot in the big room.

"Uh- H-hello? Mr. O'Hara?" You see a man in a dark blue and red suite. The aura around the man made you nervous, his built just added on to your little fears. You cleared your throat and straightened up.

"I'm Y/n L/n. I was told you wanted to see me . . . sir?" Miguel got closer to you with a stoic look on his face.

"We know who you are kid." Miguel spoke. You frown at the word 'we' and search the room and see a woman who was. . . pregnant. You were a little confused, and worried.

"Um. . . don't y'all get like, paternity leave or something?" You pointed out at the woman. Miguel ignored your comment.

"Where's Gwen?" His words sounded like a question, but not at the same time. "She said you wanted to see me alone. Hey, I kind of need to be back soon. No disrespect sir, but I got school and stuff. . . " You cringed at how dumb you sounded.

Miguel and the woman in the room gave each other a look.

Miguel began to explain the problem.

Apparently, ever since your time in earth 1016, your experience there had changed your mindset on a lot of things, including certain things that were a part of your 'canon' as Miguel called it.

"What . . . what's wrong with that?" You were generally confused, what part of your canon did you accidentally prevented.

Lyla then showed multiple canon events, all the same, all that had happened in different universes.

"Every Spidey loses someone, most of them fall in love and most of them lose that lover. For you, your canon involves family members."

"What?"

"Now we don't know which of your family members would die--"

"The hell, if that supposed to make me feel better!?" You were getting upset, rightfully so.

"Look kid, we know this is hard for you to take in." The woman known as Jessica spoke up. ''But you are your own anomaly, the more you stay with your family the way you are doing at the moment, the more damage you'll inflect on your world."

"Wha- . . . You can't just tell me one of my family members are going to die and tell me not to fucking interfere. My mother is pregnant! my siblings are literally toddlers, my dad- he just got his new position as captain." Your mind was going into a panic, you can't lose any of them. Your family was your whole world, you already lost someone you can't afford to lose again. You know deep inside if you lose anyone else, you'll brake.

And there is nothing you are more afraid of then braking.

Miguel sighed. "I'm sorry kid, but let's be honest. If it weren't for Miles Morals, you wouldn.t be in this situation." Miguel spoke as multiple other Spider people surrounded you. You frown and look around to see all of them.

"What . . . what's going on? . . . Where's Gwen!" Suddenly a gadget was tossed to your feet. And before you could react, a forcefield was put up around you.

And that, that is when you freaked out.

"Once this timer goes off, that is when we set you free. Just a few days kiddo."

Your eyes shifted to the timer. 2 days.

You shouted, banged on the forcefield, used as much strength as you could to try and get out.

"LET ME OUT! GWEN! GWEN HELP ME!" You shouted for your friend. You shouted for help. But alas, no aid came to you.

"Please Y/n. The more you struggle the harder it will be for us." You hear someone say, but you ignore and keep slamming your body against the transparent walls.

Then suddenly your Spidey senses tingled. You look around the room, then you noticed a familiar white and black suit. "Gwen! Gwen help me! Please help!"

Gwen walked up to you. She stared you in the eyes, your face expression dropped when you noticed the look of pain in her eyes. Gwen held herself and turned away from you. "Gwen . . .?"

"You did good Gwen." Jessica began to pat Gwen on the back. Your eyes widen in utter disbelief. "Gwen? Gwen!" You began to bang on the forcefield, tears already threatening to fall. Your face was covered by your mask, but everyone can hear your voice cracks.

Betrayal was all you felt as you continued to try and claw out of the forcefield, for a moment you were almost successful. Then Miguel was able to put on hologram like chains to chain you on the ground to prevent you from clawing at the barrier.

The timer went off. You watched the multiple zeros blinking. Your body felt limp, weak as the forcefield and chains disappeared. Miguel had opened a portal. You ignored him and Jessica as you chanted the names of each family member, slowly going through the portal.

The moment you stepped through, it was chaos. Your families' names repeating in your head praying to all the Gods you knew of to please spare your family.

Finally, you found a familiar body, laying limp under some ruble. Swinging down quickly, you used your strength to get the man free.

Taking your mask off, you lifted the upper half of your father's body.

"Papa" You whisper out. Moving away his hair that was in the way of his face. His eyes slowly opened to see you, his beautiful strong daughter.

"Y/n . . . ko Koe." His voice was small, but firm. You smiled through your tears.

"Yes, it's me." Your vision would get blurry here and there, but the tears would immediately fall the moment you blinked.

"You are in trouble. You were late for dinner." Your father reached up to cup your face. Just for him to pinch your cheek. Even when close to death, he still scolds you.

It didn't take long for him to lose consciousness. You cried and held his body close. Rocking back and forth as you prayed and prayed. Begging for any god to help you.

You didn't notice Gwen slowly approaching you. She mends down and watches as you cradled your father's body in your arms. Gwen reached her arm out and held your shoulder.

"We have to go, before the police get here--"

"Tuku- Tukua--"

"We need to go Y/n--"

"Tukua ahau!" You smacked her hand away and stood up. Hot tears running down your face.

"I whakarerea ahau e koe!" You began to shout in your native tongue. Frustrated, hurt, betrayed.

And the feeling of dishonor you had brought onto yourself was the worse feeling overpowering everything else.

"You are no friend of mine.''

Those words shattered Gwen.

"Leave. GO! Never return." Gwen stumbled back as you returned back to your father. Holding him back in your arms, half expecting him to hold you back.

Overtaken by grief and betrayal, you refused to let the Spider society to help with the anomalies, only you deal with them and send them in a portal back to HQ.

You gained a new power, discarding your tittle as 'Spider-woman', and taking on the tittle 'Venom'.

Venom was, well-- Venom was a handful at first. But Venom helped you become stronger. Helped you defend your city and your family.

Your family took a big hit by the loss of your father.

Sighing as you sat down on the clock tower. Looking over the city, wondering how Miles was doing. Hoping the boy didn't get caught up with Gwen and Peter B.

Miles was probably the only one you still saw as a friend.

'Hungry'

You groan "We already ate Venom."

'You call that food? That was nothing but a maar snack. I want something more! something fresh~"

"Okay one, ew. Two, I'm on a diet."

You hear Venom scoffed. 'Your diet is ew' Venom spoke in a mocking tone. Causing you to roll your eyes.

Out of nowhere, a portal opened up. You were fast on your feet. The portal was a little different from the others, making you stay on guard even more. That's when Multiple Spider people came out.

One specifically that came out angered you in multiple ways. You stayed in place, staying silent.

"Y/n! we need your help!" Gwen came running to you. You silenced out her words and focused on the panic and desperation on her face.

You wonder, if you could just reject her, shun her out and watch the look of despair take over her. That sounded very satisfying.

"Please, say something. Anything! I know what I did was unforgivable, but--" You stayed silent as Gwen was practically begging.

You look up to see some old friends, and new people. You stared at Peni for a moment.

You passed Gwen and walked towards the young teen who was in a new model of her robot.

". . .Nice ride."

Peni's eyes widen at the familiar words that brought back a nice memory. Peni chuckled "Thanks. . . nice suit."

The two of you shared a few seconds of silence. Peni jumped out of the robot and hugged you. You were quick to hold her tight.

You're not blind, it's clear all of you have suffered one way or another.

You set Peni down.

You turned your head to Gwen.

"I have told you to never return." You spoke, your back still faced to the blond. "I know! But Miles-" Gwen was cut off by your hand that rose up to silence her.

"I know of Miles and his situation. But I have my universe to protect. A family I need to keep alive." You walked further away from the group. Venom forming in and taking over at the last word.

"My answer will be the same answer you gave me when I begged you for help."

You will not forgive the ones who hurt you, betray you or your family. Right now, you don't care about anyone else but the ones you have now. You refuse to risk it. Refuse to gamble the lives of your siblings and mother.

And never, will you ever risk your honor, and the honor of your father.

Okay, before ya'll bash me about the Māori part, I know adding on a culture is a little off for many. I just wanted to add on a Māori reader because I don't see many representations of them. So, if any of my Māori readers dislike this, I will gladly change it.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

So skelies with a teenage daughter who is just chilling in the living room then door bell rings there daughter looks through the window then scurries off to get there dad to hopefully scare the person off once they open door it's a guy with a bouquet of flowers there daughter immediately takes out her phone clicks on a file with pictures of the same guy with other girls (clearly cheating) and shows there dad and proceeds to tell them that the guy right in front of them is a cheater and a loser and that they cheated on there bestie with there cousin.... If skelies ask how they got that information they just reply with "we have our ways" how would each skeleton react to that and how would they handle the guy at the door

Undertale Sans - He asks you what you want to do. You two can just play dead and leave the door closed you know. If you really want him to go though, he's going to be brutally honest with the guy telling him you don't want him near again and to please leave now. He doesn't want to intrude on his daughter's life so he lets them deal with the rest. If you need more help, you know where to find him.

Undertale Papyrus - He tells the guy you're not here before telling him what he's doing is not ok and to properly lecture them about this. He also informs the guy that the flowers he chose are really bad and to please learn the symbolism behind the flowers because even he is embarrassed for that guy.

Underswap Sans - He goes to open the door in his police officer suit and watches with a big smile as the guy immediately starts to panic and tries to justify why they're here. Blue doesn't say a word the entire time, eventually, the guy apologizes for no reason and runs away. Blue usually doesn't like to scare people with his uniform, but oh well, it's a little satisfying sometimes.

Underswap Papyrus - Well obviously the both of you are not home and you know what, you will be even less home the seconds he teleports the both of you to that attraction park near the beach so you can stop thinking about that idiot. Honey shortcuts the both of you for a fun day to forget this little accident.

Underfell Sans - He tells his baby to not worry about this then opens the door, making sure to look threatening and not happy to be bothered. "ya have the money kid?" "The m-money?" "ya're here for the drug right? where's my money?" He then jubilates as the teenager starts to apologize and retreat, more and more distressed as Red keeps pushing his little game, even threatening him if he dares to come back. You're not seeing that man ever again lol.

Underfell Papyrus - It's ok, he knows the power of his scary face. He assures his daughter he got this, then simply opens the door, welcoming the teenager with one of his best death glares. The poor guy doesn't even know what to say anymore as Edge is simply staring him down in complete silence, the face completely shut down, in a severe expression. He won't have to say anything actually as the teenager apologizes, says that he had the wrong house and immediately leaves lol.

Horrortale Sans - All he hears is that his precious baby is scared and that's because of that man behind the door. Despite Willow running from the kitchen to stop him when he notices his change of expression, Oak opens the door and lunges at the teenager who immediately runs for his life, chased by a very pissed-off Oak on all four, chased himself by a panicking Willow begging him to calm down.

Horrortale Papyrus - He screams throught the door to leave because he won't open. The teenager still insists so Willow opens the goose enclosure and lets his favorite guard birds take care of the intruder. Not five minutes later, the poor guy retreated into a tree, screaming for help, surrounded by 20 angry geese who are waiting for him to come down.

Swapfell Sans - He calmly opens the door, looks at the man from head to toe with a disgusted expression, says "Ew, no." and closes the door to their face, never opening it again. He agrees with you, that man doesn't deserve you.

Swapfell Papyrus - At first, Rus hoped the man would leave, but since they insisted, he went upstairs, picked a big bucket of slime, and then threw it by the window, right on the guy's face. He then chuckles and watches the show as the poor teenager starts to scream and struggle against the slime. He even invites his daughter to watch how pathetic that is.

Fellswap Gold Sans - It's ok, sweetie, he got you. He opens the door, puts his gun on the head of the teenager, says calmly that if he sees him ever again they're going to lose their brain and then casually closes the door to their face. Anyway, do you want a new luxury car to make them so jealous they're going to cry like a baby? He can do that!

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee picks your hand and drags you to his closet. You know what some people say, right? If you don't see the problem anymore, then the problem doesn't exist anymore. As long as you don't leave the closet, that guy does not exist, and when you get out with him eventually, the situation will have magically resolved itself. Trust him, he's a specialist in that.

[theflagscene]

To be fair, Fadel, you’re the one who ruined his top!

An OnlyFans!? You fucking little dick! Style, you’re such an asshole, I love it lmao!

No one gets to nail and bail - Watch me!

Oh boys, you are so screwed. Both literally and figuratively.

Oh!!! Homophobia happening to Babe and his possibly bf/bff? Those poor babies 😔 It’s nice to see Kant’s more hotheaded side, Bison getting to be the voice of reason for once.

They’re going to go on a mission together! Bison is gonna show Kant just how good at his job he really is, why do I feel like this might be the thing that makes Kant really reevaluate this thing with Captain Chris.

Teenagers are dicks! Sorry to any teenagers who might be reading this, high schools are just a cesspool of the worst possible people because everyone is just going through the shittiest years of their life. Everyone is hormonal, jealous, angry, horny. It’s just the absolute worst. Locking a bunch of teenagers together for 8 to 10 hours a day, five days a week is akin to putting them into a torture chamber.

Kant, you’re not so great that this subterfuge thing if you can’t even keep up the lie for a full minute before telling these kids who you are.

THE TEACHER’S SAYING IT!?!? EXCUSE FUCKING ME!?!? Bison, I need you to kill the homophobic teacher, now!

Oh no! He’s touching the boys, I was right!!! Ahhhh. Forget Bison, I need Fadel to kill him, slowly and with extreme prejudice.

Chris!?!? Why is he there!?!? Ew, don’t make Chris be gross too, please!

Ah! He gets to break into a car! Nice, Kant and Bison being partners in crime I’m loving. Also the pink panther ass music playing in the background lmao!

Boys, you are in the middle of committing a crime when a police officer is on the school grounds. Have this conversation somewhere else, when you’re not in the middle of something so important.

No, ew, he’s creepy, I knew he was gonna be creepy! Ugh! Kill him! Please!

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

You always have the best thought out and researched Hobie takes, so I have a punkflower question for you. How does Hobie respond to his boyfriend's father being a cop? I feel too many fics and creators tend to brush it under the rug. How do you think that situation would pan out?

OOOOHHH YAY HOBIE AND COP STUFFFFF SO lets talk about

Miles, Hobie, and Having a Dad In Blue

[I'm gonna be transparent like Miles - there's no open romance in this. This is mainly a short thing about Hobie helping Miles heal from the pressures of his family - just wanted to give a heads up so no one gets to the end and gets disappointed lol]

Honestly, when I think about it -

I think Hobie's first reaction would be more about Miles, than it would be his own feelings.

Like I don't think his first thought would be 'ew' or 'that's horrible' . I think automatically his first thought would be -

'That makes a lot of sense'.

First thing that pops into his head.

Hobie and Miles come from two very different universes, and the ways they handle their shared identity of Spider-man is really different too.

We hear it directly in Hobie's introduction - He's NOT a Role Model.

But earlier in the movie, Officer Davis' biggest gripes with Spider-man - with Miles - is that he is not enough of a role model.

Miles is trying his best. He wants to be a good hero for his dad's sake - knowing one day the cat will be out of the bag.

That's different than Gwen and her father. Her father already knows GhostSpider as a murderer, and there's no reversing that. Gwen knew her father would never accept her - so she hasto keep it a secret - in definitely.

She'll never be a role model to her father - and she's not trying to be anymore. That's Gwen's arc.

An arc Miles hasn't gone on yet. He still wants to be a role model. He wants his dad to idolize and like Spider-man because he doesn't plan to keep it a secret indefinitely.

Unlike Gwen, he wants his father to know who he is.

But he can't - he still feels like he has something to live up to - a code of honor he feels he isn't reaching.

Miles wants to be good enough.

So Hobie sees him going through this struggle all the time, of wanting to be like Peter, wanting to impress his dad, worrying about telling his parents. And not knowing the source -

And then Miles is like "OH By the way, my dad's a cop."

I feel like it would just click for Hobie. He'd be like "That makes a lot of sense, if I'm being honest."

If anything I think he'd feel for Miles first and foremost. That's what Hobie does.

He'd immediately see Miles, and the effect his dad has on him, in both good and bad ways. His dad helps Miles strive to be better - but that also leaves him feeling guilty and alone.

I think he'd go on to be like "That's gotta be tough. Is that the reason why you X, Y, Z?"

And Miles - Poor Miles probably wouldn't even pick up on this until that very moment. Having Hobie say to this him would probably leave him a little shook.

But it'd be SO relieving.

Gwen and Miles don't talk about their family. Gwen isn't a talky person. Miles doesn't really have anyone to talk to about his family dynamic or his situation at home.

Like even Miles!42 - His uncle Aaron KNOWS he's Prowler. Miles doesn't have that support.

And then Hobie would give it to him, and be like 'I understand', 'That must suck', 'You don't have to be a role model, you just have to be yourself.'

Hobie offers that support all without Miles asking - (Miles is finna cry)

All because Miles having a cop as a dad immediately explains a lot of the struggles he's going through. And Hobie can see that. It makes him frustrated and he'd want to at least be someone Miles can talk to.

Like police corruption and oppression aside, living in the shadow of someone with a black and white view of right and wrong, or good and bad, sucks.

Growing up under someone who abides by order and swears by it SUCKS, because the world in unorderly. The universe is.

Hobie knows this. Him meeting Officer Davis however is a whole thing -

Honestly speaking, I'd think he'd look at Miles dad with pity. Like 'Damn you're a good father and a good husband - but you're a cop'.

He'd probably turn up to the cookout, make himself and his views known (not changing the laces) and if Miles' dad really finds a problem with them he can ask.

Hobie will happily tell him "I'm not from here. The place I'm from is a lot less nice and a lot more corrupt than this one. What I did ain't fun - but it was in the name of liberty. I guess you know all about 'defending liberty', don't you? You wear a blue uniform to remind you. I wear blue laces."

Because it's the truth. Hobie will say that shit without blinking. Standing there like

'Now is there a problem, officer?' Just because he wears blue laces DOESN'T mean he lacks a moral code.

Hobie has a moral code. A VERY strong one - and simply in the way he carries himself, you can tell that he's committed to that code.

Maybe even more than Officer Davis. They have two different moral codes, but I'm sure Miles dad can identify on sight - and respect - 'We both are the type to stand by what we think is right'

Because by Hobie not changing himself, he's showing that he won't bend his morals for Miles' family. But there's differences in the way they operate and that's okay.

But ALL IN ALL -

I think Hobie learning about Miles' Dad would

Bring them closer together. For the first time Miles has words and reason behind the pressure he feels. Why he looks up to his dad and is annoyed with him at the same time. Hobie would catch the connection right away, and open the discussion. And Miles is open to talking, we see it in their scene before Miguel's office. I think having that outlet would help Miles SO much. I feel like he'd become more confident over night. Hobie telling him there's no rules or laws or academy when it comes to being Spider-man. There are certain circumstances where the police just can't help. That's what Spider-man is for. To go above and beyond the black and white authority society has created. It'd be so liberating for Miles.

Garner some respect between Officer Davis and Hobie. It kinda sounds backwards. But lets be honest, if they're at the dinner table and Officer Davis asks about one of Hobie's political patches - he's gonna tell him what he thinks straight out. Hobie's wearing a 'Dearm the Police' patch and Miles' dad asks about it - Hobie's gonna be like 'Yeah, they don't need those weapons. The lot of them are already weapons themselves.' And of course Officer Davis is gonna want a conversation about it, and Hobie loves hearing himself talk. But it never gets heated. It's them going back and forth dropping these huge points and citing examples and bringing up theoretical scenarios. It's just - THEY KEEP TALKING. Rio is like 'Hun, please your food is getting cold.' And Jeff is like 'One second - *Turns to Hobie* In 1983 there was a court case about a cop- *continues his long as counterpoint*' What even more interesting - HOBIE HAS A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF HISTORY THAN JEFF. Yeah, all those cases in the 70's that Jeff was a baby for. Yeah, Hobie was there and a teenager - the equivalent of cases still match up. So Jeff is debating at the dinner table with a dude who is technically older than him - but he doesn't know that so Hobie keeps catching him off guard with that SMUG ASS GRIN Miles is sighing under his breath like 'Hobie COME ON let him win PLEASE' So for Miles, and ONLY MILES, Hobie lets it slide. Until Jeff turns on the TV. And the first thing they see on the screen is s report about politics and NOW THEY'RE BACK AT IT AGAIN FUCK Hobie pointing at the screen like 'Case & Point, m8. Thats exactly what I mean!' Fuck outta here, Hobie will debate till the cows come home.

It'd help Miles and his dad a lot Officer Davis would probably be left with a HUGE amount of respect for Hobie. Because yeah he looks like a delinquent - to someone obvious trained by the system. But Hobie knows his shit. He knows how to maneuvour in conversation, how to pick peoples brains, and understand their reasoning. He GENUINELY wants to have a conversation. Because he genuinely believes he can back himself up in a calm and logic way. So why not talk about it? After Hobie leaves there would always be a silence - and that's because yeah they went back and fourth for 40 minutes, but Hobie ALWAYS leaves you with something to think about. Or consider. Or re-evaluate. Honestly Miles has NO idea what his dad thinks. Usually his dad would be ranting still - but he looks more thoughtful. Just replaying the discussion he had with Hobie. Miles might ask his dad what he thinks - but his dad might say something vague like Officer Stacy did - call him a 'piece of work' It isn't until later when Miles' dad knocks on his door that he realizes how much Hobie has an impact. Even if his dad didn't know about his secret identity - I think he would see how much his police training effects his home and Miles in specific. How much pressure that can put on someone. Officer Davis would replay the story Hobie told him of the unnamed girl whose father shot at her. And he'd consider how anyone could choose their badge over their kid. Maybe he has a discussion with Miles, apologizes for the pressure he puts on him, telling Miles he's proud of him.

And Miles would know it's all because of Hobie. Because Hobie cares about him and Hobie knows how to approach people, all type of people.

Officer Davis would KNOW how Hobie feels about cops. And he's know why. He'd at the very least understand Hobie, or respect him. Hobie would make him realize - 'Oh hey, you don't have to be a role model to be a good person'.

Because Hobie Brown is NOT a role model. He's something better.

That's just how I see it. I think Hobie is a great mediator tbh. It's his strongest talent. It's the reason why Miles trusts him to much to begin with.

ANNNDDD As per usual if you made it this far - THANK YOU!!!! The gift shop is to the left. As courtesy here is a photo of Hobie with a bonus photo of Miles that I think is really really funny.

I don't know why that photo of Miles is SOOO funny to me- I think its the fact his hands are in fists his expression is so unreadable IT LOOKS LIKE HES ABOUT TO SOCK ME IN THE MOUTH Im in legit tears laughing at that

Bye.

[burner-itft-kiss-au]

Chapter 1: Where am I?

Hi, I'm Nolan Wayne, and this is my story of how I became... aware... of what happens to people like me...

I woke up in a strange place. It wasn't my room, though, it felt like it was... which kind of confused me. I noticed that this was a bunk bed I was sleeping on, and that there was more people in the room, but they were sleeping. I left the room and entered a hallway, they had bedroom doors that looked like they had name tags on them. I noticed a guy with a white jumpsuit with green, and yellow stripes coming out of the rooms.

He saw me, and said, "Dude! Rise and shine, fresh homie!" I didn't know how else to respond to that other than just saying hello, so I just waved nervously and walked away.

I walked into a lounge room. There was a girl with brown hair and a red jumpsuit with a yellow stripe on it. She didn't have a pinch of emotion on her face. "Um... Hi, How's it going?" I said awkwardly. She glared at me. "Like, what do you want? Dweeb..." She replied. Ew! I was just trying to be nice! I gave her a dirty look, she rolled her eyes at me. Wow, not even an hour has passed and I'm already gaining an enemy. I walked away to see a boy who looked very young and innocent. He looked at me with a smile and a giggle.

I walked into another room, a room that had looked like an arcade. I was surprised that I woke up in a place that had an arcade. "OUT THE WAY, DINGUS!!" A female voice shouted. I was pushed to the ground I guess that means I have TWO enemies. "I gotta beat Walker's high score!!!" The girl with the pixie cut said. Walker? Who's Walker? "Before Breakfast?" Said a guy with dual colored hair, a dual colored jumpsuit, and heterochromia. I got up and left. "Will everyone please gather round in the lounge area?" A voice from the speaker box has some important news.

Everyone was awake and in the lounge area. A woman with a turtle neck shirt appeared along with a guy wearing a the same turtleneck, but black, and had a face mask built in it. "Welcome, everyone! It's time for the new Person to introduce themself. Everyone, This is Nolan Wayne. Now, will everyone introduce themselves with a short story on how you discovered your powers? Starting with Kate?" Oh great... she's going to talk again... let's hear what this bitch has to say... "I'm Kate, I'm 16 years old, I have Psychokinesis, and this is my story. I was once a popular cheerleader, adored by all, but one day, a boy tried to flirt with me, when I told him I wasn't interested, he tried to attack me. I put him in a chokehold, not even with my bare hands, a police officer caught me in the act... and then all I remember was waking up here..." Her face was deadpan. I felt so bad for her... Everyone introduced themselves. Warren introduced himself in the funniest way possible. "Yo! Sup! My name is Warren, I'm 17 years old, I can shapeshift into any animal I choose, and here's my story, I was partying with my homies one night, then my homie, Issac said that I should put my party trick to the test, so I transformed into a horse! Then I transformed into a dog, and then right in the middle of my transformation into an alligator, the police came to my homie's house and apparently a Karen next door decided to call the police on us, so that's something..." I burst into laughter, that was the funniest way someone could ever end up here! And then it was my turn, "Hi, I'm Nolan Wayne, I'm 18 years old, I have no idea what my powers are or why I'm here... Yeah..." I don't know what my powers were or how I ended up here. "Well then... Anyway, Nolan, I'm Colleen and I am the head of The Keeping Inhumans Safe in the Sanctuary. Or as my assistant, Damien likes to call it... KISS!!" She said. "Also I want to clarify that Warrens story is not true, I know what actually happened... Because I was there..." He whispered in my ear. I was in shock. Could Warren be hiding something? What does this mean?

During breakfast, I wanted to clear the air with Kate, I just couldn't get her backstory out of my head. "Hi! Kate, was it?" I asked her. She nodded. "Okay, so I heard your story and I was pretty moved by it, I am so sorry that happened to you and-" "The rest of the story is none of your business, now can you, like, stop talking and leave? Thanks..." She interrupted me. "Well I feel bad for you and how you were treated by that person-" "Bye! Go!" She cut me off yet again, but with more of an angry and sassy attitude. "I am 18 years old and you are 16! Act like it!" A hand grabbed me and pulled me back. I felt like I was on a roller coaster and I went back. "Hi! Nolan, was it?" A girl named Hannah said. "Yes! That would be me, why am I over here?" I replied. She wrapped most of her arm around a nearby pole and it looked like it hurt, but it didn't.

"Thats why." Hannah Said. She unwrapped her arm. "I Didn't want you to get hurt, Kate is not someone you want to call a... W word... I don't want to say it..." "Trust me... Her girlfriend, Sabrina will NOT take it lightly..." A girl named Rosalie told me. "Sabrina is a rebellious bitch, and she has NO chill..." another girl told me. Her name was Vanessa. She was sitting next to the cute little four year old, turned out, his name is Shinji! We talked for about a half an hour until breakfast was over.

I'm still going to find out what happened for me to have ended up here though... I also need to figure out my powers... We'll see...

[stuckinthesun]

Gossip Part 2

Part 1

Part 3

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary: Leon gets home from his lovely trip from Spain and tells you all about it

RE4R Spoilers

We are pretending he wouldn’t have to keep everything a secret okay? Okay

Laying on top of you, chin perched on his hands, Leon begins his story

“So I get to Spain and I’m immediately escorted by two police officers to where I need to go, right?”

“Oooh fancy.”

“They died babe.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah we stopped so one could take a piss and then these cultists attacked us, killing both of the cops and stranding me there.”

“Did they try to kill you too? Or did they try to recruit you?”

“They mostly tried to kill me but there were times it felt like I was being recruited.”

“Ew babe if you joined a cult that’s it we’re done.”

“Damn, you wouldn’t even try to get me to leave it?”

“If you’re crazy enough to join it in the first place there’s no hope.”

He laughs

“Fair. Anyway after getting chased around for awhile the church bell went off and they all stopped at the same time, said the same thing over and over again, and then they all left.”

“Oh hell no that’s horrifying.”

“It really wasn’t the scariest thing I saw.”

“I don’t care Leon, cults freak me out.”

“That’s a good thing, babe.”

“Okay so then what happened??”

“I got fucking kidnapped by a giant guy with a beard and a hat on.”

“Oh my god you got kidnapped by Santa?!”

Leon let out a surprised chuckle that turned into a full born belly laugh

“Oh my god I got kidnapped by evil Santa! He even gave he a gift.”

“Oh? What was it?”

“The fucking bug virus that let them control me.”

“What a shitty gift. Evil Santa indeed.”

“Definitely. So he knocks me out, I think that’s when he injects me, and then I wake up in a different room, chained up, with a guy named Luis and all my gear gone.”

“…kinky evil Santa.”

“Stooooop.”

You’re both laughing hysterically now

Doing this after every one of his missions helps both of you

It helps you forget just how dangerous his job really is

And it helps him feel normal again, to get out of agent mode and be just Leon again

“You’re horrible!”

“Hey I’m not the one who stripped and chained you!”

“Don’t put it like that!”

“Pfft, okay fine. So was Luis a good guy?”

“Well…”

Part 3 soon maybe idk

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S02E16 - Flare of the Dog

Ah. Title puns. Okay, fine, that's decent, in my opinion anyway. What a good episode, though. I'm a fan of whump. Did I mention that?

"You know that real cops drink their coffee black". You've only had lattes all season, what the fuck???

Jesse is once again manning the office on his own. I hope they're paying him some overtime at least.

If you actually pause the screen when the arsonist is ready to throw the Molotov cocktail, then it's case closed.

RIP Charlie Hudson.

What do you mean, he got away without a scratch (and a busted ankle)? That blew up on his face! Oh, I know. Rex's tongue has healing properties.

I'll take your word for it, Joe. Since we didn't see it at all.

Dude expects to be instantly fine after that. Again, you're lucky you have your face intact.

Why no Sarah, by the way?

Um, are you serious? He just woke up.

I imagine it was the part where you told him to shake it off. Make up your mind, Donovan.

That might be the most thirsting anyone has ever done in this show.

Bud's wife is so sweet. And the scene is so sad.

That's putting it mildly, actually.

A firefighter who appears for the first time in an arson case AND flirts with Sarah? Yeah, who else could have done it? This is how I mostly find the culprit now. Through extensive experience in crime show plots.

"This is a secure area. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave". We are the police, Miss Red Herring.

We're stealing brownies now. Rex and Charlie are so bored.

Nurse: "Looks like you're diagnosed with lateral malingus". Charlie: "Malleolus". Nurse: "Yeah. Mallegolus. Magolus". I'd be feeling so safe in that hospital after this.

You wish. They're actually from the guy who tried to murder you. Charlie's disappointed "Ah" after that is closer to "ew".

Rex, my favorite judge of character. Except for that one time with Eva, although I believe they said that he was drawn to her because she was sick and he could sense it? Something like that.

Rex: What is your wannabe murderer doing in your hospital room and flirting with my wannabe mom, and also can I bite him?

Charlie: *notices the flirty vibe* I was literally gone for like half a day, what the fuck happened?

Oh I forgot that Joe's shotgun survived until S2 apparently. Might not be the same one, though.

Show, don't tell. In what way, shape, or form has that been showcased so far?

Jesse: [Charlie] would agree that this is a Bible verse. Charlie: I'm guessing it's an acronym. Oof. Tough loss.

IMHO means in my humble opinion? Not in my honest opinion?

It won't hurt you to sit your ass down for a few days. Or, well, it will, but it won't be the rest. Just the murderous psycho.

That's cute.

Good news, Jesse. You get to interview someone.

Oh, he's totally doing this on purpose.

*Charlie sees Sarah's caller ID* Charlie: Hey Sarah ☺️☺️☺️ Rex: ☺️☺️☺️ Sarah: I'm here with *longest pause ever* Asher. Charlie: 🙄🙄🙄 Rex: 😠😠😠

"Maybe the police should stick to investigating and the fire department should stick to inspections". Yeah, I bet you'd love that, Charlie. Jeez, the jealousy.

Charlie: Rex lost a partner. Rex: Don't tell my tragic backstory to him!

I think I can see the makeup cover work for John Reardon's arm tattoo.

Jesse: "This is nice. You know, you and I just figuring stuff out together. I like playing the Charlie". Sarah: "I'm the Charlie in this situation". lol. Also, what was it with that look, Jesse?

And now the mafia is involved.

"You could take Rex". Subtle way to get your partner to look out for the woman you like.

Listen, I might be making some shit up but I'm not making this up.

I'd say it actually looks pretty bad but given the very bad makeup work I've seen lately on 911 that should be better than this show, I'll just say this: Either get your actors to agree not to get tattoos in easily visible places or work the tattoo into the story, which is the normal thing to do. There's nothing in Charlie's backstory that suggests he'd never get a tattoo so I don't see what the problem was, and they eventually did it anyway.

"I'm gonna get all the head rubs I can before that guy runs away with my mom."

They took our case! Oh, well, we'll still investigate.

Drama queen Charlie Hudson, everyone.

She declared St.John's to be in a state of emergency for that? Just for that?

Okay, seriously, the "special police" sounds ridiculous. I hope that's not actually a thing, Canada.

Jesse: "And this is where I remind you that every time I go out in the field, something bad happens. I've been shot! I've been drowned!" This is actually a level of awareness that most crime show characters are incapable of displaying. Including Charlie.

"Our greatest weapon is Rex and Rex runs on snacks" lol

Jesse: Rex track! Charlie: Not now, Jesse. Rex: Rex don't track?

You know, yay for the whump and all, but I'm not a foot fetishist and we've seen Charlie's feet get too much screentime.

What's he looking at? God?

Charlie is in danger! *cut to commercial*

Jesse: I'm the Charlie. Rex: Fuck this, I'll just solve the case like I usually do anyway.

I like that in the scene where Sarah realizes Asher is the arsonist, one of our classic background tracks is playing and right on the moment she comes to the realization, it abruptly stops. It's the little things.

Oh, yeah, we're fucked.

Delicious. Finally some good fucking whump.

Asher: "Stop, Charlie. It won't do you any good". Well, he'll die for sure if he doesn't try so it won't do him any bad either.

Ouch. One with the floor.

"I'll toast at your funeral, Charlie". Motherfucker, up until that point you hadn't reached piece-of-shit levels because I've seen too many villains but after that, I wanted to watch you die.

"I'll take care of Rex for you". Like anyone would let you. I half expected him to say "and Sarah".

Sad AU where the reveal didn't happen, Charlie was killed and no one suspected Asher. Asher and Sarah started dating, Sarah adopted Rex, who of course never warmed up to Asher but he brushed it aside as, "he's just missing his partner and he thinks I'm replacing him in some way," which to Sarah doesn't even make sense, because she didn't know that Charlie liked her but Asher had realized it the minute he had stepped into that hospital room. Time goes by, and Sarah is noticing more and more things about Asher that don't add up, odd phone calls, smoke smell when he's not on duty, and such. She goes to Joe to share her suspicions and along with Jesse, they quietly reopen the investigation. The truth is, of course, shocking. That man had been to Charlie's funeral, had dated Sarah for months. There is no good ending, I mean, how could there be in this case? After arresting Asher, he tells Sarah that he's certain Charlie had a thing for her, which makes her feel even worse. Then Sarah goes to his grave with Rex and tells Charlie that they finally got his killer. But even as she tells him, she can't stop thinking of all the times that she'd gone to Charlie's grave with flowers and Asher had insisted on accompanying her and Rex, Rex's low growls and whines every time Asher went with them, and she now knew it was because Rex could tell: Asher had been practically dancing on Charlie's grave. [Sorry about that.]

Oh, I enjoyed Jesse whacking him. It wasn't much but it was something.

And closing the episode by making friends at the fire department and making Rex an honorary firefighter.

We literally never saw them again.

Aside from everything else, I also liked how the rest of the team took up roles that they don't usually do when Charlie was incapacitated. That was fun to see.

[fictional-characters-are-hot]

Honest to god can I put yall on a crack ship I think about a lot?

Idk what the fuck it is but I believe Rei would like him... Hed have such a different energy from Enji (ew i just typed that lol) that she'd be afraid of at first but I think very slowly she'd open up. Like bro, it doesn't even have to be romantic I think they could be buddies, she'd probably find comfort in him, a lot more comfort than she thought she would.

I personally head cannon that FG knew about what Endeavor was doing (at least to some extent) because one fateful night either Rei called or one of the older kids called the police and FG (who worked closely with the police at the time/is heavily implied to have been part of the force at some point) responded to the call but Enji was able to bribe the other responding officers/the chief officer or something and every time Fatgum tried opening/reopening a case after that he was shot down unusually quickly so despite wanting to do something he just wasn't able to...

I think he'd bring her flowers or little treats, He'd visit her and if anything he becomes a friend for when she may need one.

[aupermittymeowmeow]

Yandere Sim Redesign-Rivals 6-7

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Another ooooonnneee yayyy! This time it's Muja Kina and Mida Rana!

First is Muja Kina! I gave her scrubs since it's more 'professional'(My dad wore scrubs during his time in nursing school so I went off of that). She is a mom who is going through nursing school! Her daughter is Kaguya(1980s) and her sister is the Lingerie Shop Owner(20xx). THE WEEK: During her week, a flu virus will break out into the school! Many students will wear masks(I like to think that if you don't wear one your reputation will go down). Many students will also occupy the nurses office! Since she is an assistant nurse, she will be by the head nurse most of the time. Taeko will heavily like her because of her personality and kindness(I tried to make it less gross, like when you develop a crush on a teacher but grow out of it?). ELIMINATIONS:

Fired-A fun one! Alex said he wanted the faculty to have a different meter than the students for expulsion and such. During her week, you can report her to the guidance counselor about bad things(Like giving kids the wrong pills, not tending to them, an unhealthy environment, ect.). Pills-Since she tends to forget stuff, you can use this to your advantage. When she isn't looking(and if you have the keys), you can grab the pills from the cabinet and switch them for something else(Lethal or non-lethal). This will result in her getting either fired or arrested

Cotton Candy-Since her favorite food is cotton candy, maybe you can use that as well! Taeko will gift her candy on a specific day, so you can switch it out for fiber glass! This will kill her Rejection-You can make Muja reject Taeko, causing her to become more distant from her. After her week, Muja will see Taeko as a prankster who is trying to make a fool of her Needles-I thought of this during the Rival Intro Video! She will have an event where she will run while carrying a tray of needles. You can make her trip using a wire, then you can put acid or chemicals from the lab in the needles. If she falls on them, she will melt from the acid

CANON ELIMINATION: Fired! Fits better I think

Next is Mida Rana! Ew-I tried to make her outfit more appropriate since we can't have her bazongas out at school. THE WEEK: During her week, the school will have exams! That also means after school study sessions! She will be subbing for Senpai's class since the actual teacher got sick from the flu last week. Mida, like the other teachers, has had immense training for protection, so it will be hard to kill her. I want this week to be a little more serious, so after Mida sexually harasses and assaults Taeko, the high schooler will fall into a deep state of depression and kill herself on Friday after school. This won't happen unless you take a peaceful route... ELIMINATIONS: Arrested-Since she is a pedo, you will need to get evidence of her acting inappropriately with students at school. On Friday, Genka will fire Mida and report her to the police. Matchmaking-For this, you gotta use Toga(poor boy-). You will need to make Mida more interested in him, drawing her attention away from Taeko, but this will cause Toga to be more paranoid and antisocial Tripping-Since she wears heals, it can be used to her disadvantage. You'll need to pour water on her, so'll she'll go the the teacher's locker room and change. Steal her heels, chip them(with like a saw or axe) and put them back. As she walks up the stairs to class, her heel can break and she'll fall, busting her head open and killing her

CANON ELIMINATION: Jail, jail, JAIIIILLLLLLL!!!!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Another one finished!! Here is the list: Kokona-Posted

Amai-Posted

Kizana-Posted

Oka-Posted

Asu-Posted

Muja-Posted

Mida-Posted

Osana-Waiting

Osoro-Waiting

Hanako-Waiting

Megami-Waiting

[northern-punk-lad]

So I had the police around to talk to me because my family called them on me because of a mental health crisis and one of the officers had a movember patch but it was the thing blue line on it which is just ew

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Isabela giggled a little at the comical expression on Drakken's face, feeling better about telling him. At least he didn't seem upset! She lifted her hand and wiggled it as she felt his eyes drift down to her ring finger.

She dropped it back down, taking a bite of her own lunch as she waited for him to--say something. A congratulations, maybe.

That wasn't what she got, though.

You happy with it?

No one had really asked her that. They'd said: oh, you must be so happy! Oh, how amazing! You must be thrilled. Are you excited?

But, everyone had mostly just assumed her happiness of a factor of her acceptance of the proposal. Which was exactly what she wanted. For a moment, she didn't meet his gaze, wondering if he saw some crack that she wasn't aware of. She reached up to smooth some of her hair back, in that way she did when she was worried that something wasn't perfect.

"Yes, of course," she told him when she finally looked up and smiled brightly at him. "I am very happy."

Violets are Blue --@ [Drabela]

[karatekels]

TIGmas Day #9 – Mediation

This fic is dedicated to @thedeadsingforme, and will be posted in at least a few parts (currently 8!) because I got carried away (you’ll likely understand why as soon as you read the summary). This one is going to be interesting, and while it’s a bit of a stretch (more like not compliant with the canon of either movie), I think it’s in a fun (or at least kinky!) way. Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: You are assigned as Terry McCain’s new partner after his previous partner – Cash Ewing – goes to prison for the crimes he has committed. Cash returns to Chicago years later, after his release and rehabilitation, and while he can’t be a cop anymore, he wants to make amends to those he has disappointed with his actions, most of all his former close friend Terry. Terry isn’t receptive to Cash’s attempts at reconciliation, and warns you to stay away from him, having grown very protective of his “work wife.” But you find something of a kindred spirit in Cash and want to help him get a second chance at life, deciding to do what you can to support the man and bring the two friends back together.

Pairings: Reader x Terry; Reader x Cash; … Terry x Reader x Cash

TW (For the whole fic, not necessarily in every chapter): Deception, stalking, sketchy police business, references to crime, flirting, teasing, dirty talk, M/F sex of all kinds (no M/M though)

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Mediation

Prologue: Acclimation

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- 1991 -

Terry's POV:

“No. Absolutely not.”

“That’s funny, McCain – I don’t recall asking if you were okay with it.”

“I don’t work with a partner. Not anymore, you know that. I can work with Dylan and Frankie if I have to, but –”

“How many different ways do I have to tell you this is non-negotiable before it gets through that thick skull of yours?” Captain McLaren bellows, spittle flying past his bushy moustache.

“Do I or do I not get the job done on my own?” Terry asks flatly, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

“That’s not the point, McCain. It’s departmental policy to work in pairs; keeps officers safe, and keeps them from stepping out of line, being rougher with suspects than they need to be,” McLaren replies, his voice think with implications.

Alright, so maybe he had been a little excessive with his use of force lately when handling perps, but so what? He was trying to clean up the city. And it wasn’t as if these people didn’t deserve it; they were criminals, they all did.

“I’d rather take things on alone than have to worry about someone stabbing me in the back instead of watching it.”

McLaren sighs deeply, looking across his desk at him with a weary expression, and Terry stiffens. He was not going to tolerate another unwanted, fatherly discussion about his last partner.

“Officer Y/N has a spotless record –”

“Anyone can be crooked, Captain.”

“Y/N is fresh out of the academy, McCain – no opportunity to go crooked yet. You could make sure she stays that way.”

Terry gets out of the chair, angrily shoving it back into place, his large hands gripping the back of it tightly as he stares down at the older man with a furious expression.

“A rookie?!” he snarls incredulously. “You want me to be a fucking babysitter? Why are you punishing me?”

“Maybe because you’re having a tantrum in front of your superior officer.”

Terry whirls around, having not heard the door to the Captain’s office open; who the fuck had the nerve to talk down to him like this? He lowers his gaze to look down at the short woman standing at the door.

Your arms are crossed and you have an unimpressed expression on your face as you look up at him. His temper is somewhat quelled, and he feels his cheeks heat in embarrassment – his mother would have his head if she knew that he had spoken disrespectfully about a woman, rookie or not.

Terry opens his mouth to speak, but you look past him to the Captain. “I apologize for the behaviour of my partner, Captain McLaren. Hopefully we can settle into our new roles quickly and get to work with fewer disruptions,” you say, your tone cold as you glare daggers up at Terry. Before he can get an apology in, you’ve whirled around, leaving the office and closing the door behind you. Through the blinds of the office windows he sees you take a seat at your assigned desk, right next to his.

A low chuckle from behind him makes him turn around to face the other man.

“What?” he snaps, irritated once more.

“Devlin said he thought L/N might be able to keep you in line. Looks like he was right,” McLaren explains, still laughing.

“So, what? Now I need a babysitter?”

“Don’t be an idiot, McCain – no one is babysitting anyone. You’re partners, you take care of each other. It hasn’t been that long, you still remember how it works, right?”

“Yes.” He gives the answer reluctantly, through gritted teeth. Looks like he wouldn’t be able to get out of this.

“Good. Now go play nice with Officer L/N – I don’t want to hear any complaints about your conduct, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Looks like she’s rubbing off on you already. Dismissed!”

Biting his tongue instead of responding, he turns and exits the office, resisting the urge to slam the door behind him. Lashing out at McLaren for enforcing a rule wouldn’t change anything, and he supposes that taking out his frustrations on you wasn’t fair either.

He hesitates as he approaches the workstation you two will be sharing, staring at your back. No one had sat at that desk for months; no one had dared to. Seeing you there, taking the place intentionally left empty fills him with trepidation. Would you screw him over too? Show your true colours, abandon him, make him feel like –

“What the hell are you staring at, McCain?” you bark, eyes narrowing suspiciously as you catch him staring. He swallows, trying to tamp down his temper as it threatens to flare up once again, and takes a deep breath.

“Look, I… I just wanted to apologize. It’s not that I have anything against y–”

“You know, the only thing worse than hearing you make assumptions about me before we even met would be you changing those assumptions just because I’m a woman,” you interrupt him crossly, closing the distance between the two of you to avoid raising your voice.

“I get that you don’t want to work with me, McCain – you’re a big, bad tough guy who’s too good for a partner. Well, guess what? I don’t really have any interest in working with you either, no matter how good a cop everyone says you are. So why don’t we agree to just stay out of each other’s way and cut the crap?”

His nostrils flare; you really know how to push his buttons. He wonders what he could have possibly done to Lieutenant Devlin to make him seek revenge by partnering him up with you.

“Fine,” he seethes, scooping up his current open casefiles and looking for an empty interrogation room to work in instead.

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Reader’s POV:

Your so-called partner Terry McCain had stormed off hours ago, presumably to sulk in solitude, and hadn’t returned since. That was just fine, in your opinion. You doubt he could teach you anything valuable anyway – you’d had enough experience dealing with whiny, temperamental man-children at the academy.

Still, this behaviour is just unprofessional, and certainly not a great start to your career as a police officer. You had overcome so much, earned the respect of your fellow trainees during your training by graduating at the top of your class, making them come to terms with their prejudices and recognizing that they had been wrong about you. You had landed your dream job, working at one of the busiest precincts in Chicago alongside one of its – apparently – finest detectives. But his reluctance to work with you has you feel like you’re starting your training all over again – down at the bottom of the totem pole, judged and looked down upon by all the men.

Your frustration with McCain fuels you throughout the day as you set up your and your computer, intermittently filling out paperwork as it is brought to your desk. You would not be scared off by the man’s childish antics.

The precinct is relatively empty, everyone out working cases or walking the beat, so you don’t feel guilty setting up your radio and turning the dial to your favourite jazz station, the music soothing your bad mood.

“You listen to WNUA?” The speaker’s voice is filled with surprise, and you turn, seeing that Terry has returned from his self-imposed exile.

“Yeah, is that a problem?” you ask, arching an eyebrow challengingly, but the tall man’s lips twitch in an almost-smile.

“Not at all, it’s actually my favourite radio station. I just never met another cop that liked smooth jazz,” he replies, his mouth giving in and stretching into a pleased smile that lights up his face.

“Well… good then,” you finish awkwardly, turning back to your desk. As you root around through the last few desk drawers you have to sort through, you hear him settling in at his own desk behind you, and bite the inside of your cheek. Perhaps there was hope for an amicable partnership after all…

Taking a seat, you sift through the papers, seeing if there was anything you needed to keep. A lot of the documents seem to belong to the same officer, someone named Cash Ewing. Could this have been Terry’s previous partner?

“Did you used to work with someone named Cash Ewing?” you ask, frowning at the thick stack of papers that belong to the man. “He left a lot of random crap in his desk…”

You lower the documents after a moment to see why he hasn't responded and see that Terry has stiffened in his chair, his jaw clenched shut as he glares off into the distance. After a stretch of silence his eyes flit over to you.

“He’s no one. He got fired. I can take those for you,” he says tersely in a hoarse voice, standing up and taking the papers out of your hands, walking out of sight before you can protest. You look after him, your brow furrowed, wondering at what had happened between Terry and this other cop to have him so angry.

Everything within you wants to ask Terry – ask anyone – about what exactly went on with Cash Ewing. You were the type of person that hated an unsolved mystery, possibilities swirling through your head as you try to put the pieces together.

But this man was meant to be your partner, and clearly didn’t want to discuss the topic. Swallowing your curiosity, and resolving to get to the bottom of things without him, you let the issue go for now.

Terry returns some time later without the documents and wordlessly retakes his seat beside you, typing up a report on his computer.

“Hey,” you say softly, trying to rekindle that brief spark of camaraderie you’d had before the subject of Cash had come up. Still, you watch Terry stiffen before he looks over at you with guarded eyes.

“What?” he asks, and you can tell that he’s bracing himself for the questions you desperately want to ask.

“Are there any good jazz clubs around here?” you ask, giving him a small smile. Terry’s shoulders sag slightly in relief at the change in topic, and his gaze is filled with warmth as he looks at you now, returning your smile.

“My friend Jake owns the best in town.”

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