#headcanon / the precinct probably has a file on me.

[spicyicetea]

May I ask for yandere Damon Gant NSFW headcanons please?

Ya know I didn’t expect to get a request for Gant… can’t say I’m not into it though! One spicy headcannons request coming right up for my fellow whore/affectionate. Ah future Tea here… this turned more into a story than headcannons.

Yandere Damon Gant headcannons

I love me some questionable men >:)

These headcannons will include an NSFW section, MDNI. Fem!reader.

SFW

To catch this man’s attention you’d most likely need to be around the station fairly often. I’ve seen some variations where Y/N is a detective and that’s how they meet but I think Y/N being unlucky and a frequent victim of more minor crimes. I’m a sucker for some good platonic Gumshoe so I’ll be using this concept.

You first met when you had kicked open the precinct door, storming right past the front desk and slamming your hands down on your best friend’s desk.

“Gumshoe! My apartment got broken into again! That’s it, I need one of your tasers!”

“You know I can’t give you one, I can come around and investigate in my free time though. You can sleep on my couch until I’m done.”

You sigh with a huff and sit on his desk, waiting for him to finish with his paperwork. At this point the department knows not to bother you when you come rushing in, Gumshoe always sticking up for you while you wait to go get dinner with him.

That’s when his boss comes through the door, immediately noticing a woman he had never seen around, sat on one of his detectives’ desk.

“Alright, all done, we can go get something to eat then I’ll check out your apartment Y/N.”

“Thank god, I was wasting away! I’ll pay this time, I know Edgeworth has probably given you wage cuts recently.” You laugh as he pouted, patting his back.

That laugh, it rang through his ears, pulling his attention anywhere but the people trying to talk to him. That gorgeous smile, the way your nose crinkled, even that snorting and giggling you did trying to calm yourself down. All of it was captivating.

For the first time in years he found himself clearing his throat, dusting his blazer off and confidently striding over as Gumshoe was collecting his bag.

“Ah Mr Gant, I’ve filed all the evidence and sent it to Prosecutor Edgeworth for tomorrow’s trial, sir.”

“Ah, good to hear detective Gumshoe. Now I must ask, who is this young lady?”

“Huh? Oh this is Y/N, she comes here quite often sir. She had just come in to grab me before I forgot about our dinner plans.”

“Y/N… well it’s a pleasure to meet you dear…”

“Pleased to meet you too sir!”

That was when he fell, that smile you gave when you shook his hand had him smitten in a way no woman had ever been able to get him. It’s almost as if he’s frozen in place, just staring into your soul. You give him an awkward wave before rushing off to follow Gumshoe. He let out a disgruntled grunt as you left, finding himself fidgeting with his blazer as he walked back to his office. You just refused to leave his thoughts, your face, your voice, you haunt his mind, taunting him just out of his reach. You were already driving him crazy.

NSFW

I feel like it’d take a few months for him to get depraved enough for anything extreme. There were many sleepless nights brought on by his thoughts of you however. They started off nice enough, domestic in certain ways, before spiralling off into his depravity more and more after every one.

His first dream of you was just perfect. Work had been hectic, an increase of murders in the local area put a lot more pressure on the police. The sounds of the heels of your shoes clacking along the station floor, talking with Gumshoe as usual, his laugh drowning out your own. The two of you must’ve been walking past his office, but your footsteps stopped as a knock rang at his door. He let out a grumble, expecting a new pile of paperwork to be delivered by one of the new assistants. But there you stood, a bento box in your hands, still warm as condensation formed on the lid.

“Ah good morning Mr Gant! I made too much lunch and Gumshoe isn’t hungry.”

That should have been the first sign that it was nothing but a dream, Gumshoe would never turn down food, but he caved to his own desire. He stood aside, ushering you inside.

“Please come in, I was just about to take my lunch break!”

He wasn’t, he’s never taken a break before but… he’ll make an exception for you. He’d make any exception for you. He sat at his desk, looking over to the other opposite his, debating grabbing the chair from behind it to place beside his but you interrupted him. You confidently hoisted yourself up onto his desk, sitting in so close that your leg laid over one of his arm rests and atop his arm. His eyes traced over your leg, greedily drawing his fingers up your thigh before you stop him, grabbing his hand before he went too far. His eyes darted straight up to your eyes, an anxiety dwelling in his stomach in a way he wasn’t used to. Had he messed up? Don’t leave? He can make it up to-

“hahaha, calm down there soldier! The food will go cold.”

That smile did wonders for calm his nerves, so heavenly and soft, the slight imperfections in your grin just excited him more, it made you… you. He couldn’t wait to run his tongue along every crevice- ahem… yes he liked your smile. You had already opened the bento box, using the chopsticks to pick at the noodles. As you notice his eyes back on you instead of drifting off into space again you laughed, pressing the chopsticks to his lips.

“Oh welcome back to earth, you gonna eat or do I need to finish it for you?”

This was his heaven. You eagerly perched on his desk, letting him sit between your legs. He laid his head on your thigh as he ate moving your leg to his shoulder before his alarm woke him up. He grit his teeth, digging his fingers into his pillow until his blunt nails punctured through, the feathers spilling out as he sat up.

Images of your delicate form on his desk filled his mind once more. He grunted in frustration as he palmed himself through his boxers, throwing the sheets off of himself. He’d have to handle this in the shower, a way to hide the shame he felt as he furiously stroked himself like some hormone riddled fool.

So I hadn’t intended this to become more of a story than just head cannons. I’d actually be interested in expanding upon this idea as I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. I hope this is good enough for the ask… I’ve kinda been sitting on it for a while…

[featherdefender-blog]

Tagged by: @courtroomantics, in theory

Tagging: steal it! purloin the last legume

NAME. Phoenix Wright

GENDER. Dude

ORIENTATION. Bisexual Panromantic

PREFERRED PET NAMES. He doesn’t mind being called pet names, but since it’s not a common occurence, he has no preference. Just don’t call him Feenie.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Taken! 

FAVOURITE CANON SHIP(S). WELL. I guess Feenris in his college years only is cute.

FAVOURITE NON-CANON SHIP(S).  WRIGHTWORTH GOOD. I do kinda like Laywright too but not as much.

OPINION  ON  TRUE  LOVE. Younger Phoenix believes it’s possible, but deep down is convinced he won’t find it. As he progresses through his life, he’s more and more sure Miles is his true love... his species does tend toward a single mate per life.

OPINION  ON  LOVE  AT  FIRST  SIGHT.  HA HA HA. Any Phoenix post-Turnabout Memories calls bullshit on that.

HOW  ‘ROMANTIC’  ARE  THEY. He’s not suave by any means, but he’s very sweet and genuine in a relationship-- no matter how much he says “i love you”, the words will never lose their meaning. So in that regard he’s pretty romantic.

IDEAL  PHYSICAL  TRAITS. ... .......... ...............claws and big fangs.

IDEAL  PERSONALITY  TRAITS.  Commitment and willingness to put in effort. He does value physical affection, but he can be receptive to other means of expression if need be. He knows full well that sensory issues SUCK.

UNATTRACTIVE  PHYSICAL  TRAITS.  He’s not a big fan of doll-like or super cutesy attributes, but it wouldn’t completely turn him off from the relationship.

UNATTRACTIVE  PERSONALITY  TRAITS.  Lack of loyalty, and on a more instinctive level, secrecy. He needs to be able to communicate with his partner. This leads to multiple rocky patches in his and Miles’s relationship.

IDEAL  DATE.  He doesn’t much like going out, so movies at home make him happiest.

DO THEY HAVE A TYPE. He’s a monster fucker, folks. No way to put it gently.

PREFERRED  NON-SEXUAL  INTIMACY.  Nuzzles, pets when he’s in bird form, and forehead kisses.

COMMITMENT  LEVEL.  He’s deeply loyal in general, so romantic relations are no different.

OPINION  OF  PUBLIC  AFFECTION.  He doesn’t mind it as long as it’s discreet and/or polite. Like, he’d hold hands with a partner in public or kiss their cheek, but he wouldn’t be aggressive or inappropriate about it.

PAST  RELATIONSHIPS. eyes emoji, but in bold.

[what-a-messsss]

2x2 rewatch

Eeeeehehehehe, why the fuck am I laughing this hard when I realized it was the roadkill compost episode?  That is not in the least funny, it’s actually pretty gross, but I’m literally paused 3 seconds in chortling to myself so hard that I’m having to wipe away tears.  ...I think the stress is getting to me.  Anyway, back to fictional Wyoming!

It’s actually a pretty genius business model, to be honest.  Taking a sadly repeating resource and using it to enrich the soil?  Tough work, no doubt, physically and mentally, but a smart and very niche thing.  I hadn’t thought about the fact that cleaning up roadkill would have been part of Walt’s job as a deputy.  Lucian said in S6, in his fantastically circuitous way, that it had been 10 years since he and Walt had worked together (if I remember correctly).  Which... wait, is that right?  Had Walt really only been sheriff for 4 years when the show started?  Which is a single term, before Branch ran against him.  I think I’d had the impression that he’d been sheriff for longer than that.  Or is my math just super borked?  (A very real possibility.)  Who were Walt’s deputies before these three?  Branch has  probably been a deputy for a while, Vic was hired a few months before the show and it isn’t clear for Ferg but it’s implied at least a chunk longer.  So who were his deputies for the rest of those 4 years?  (Aaaaaand this is how I grow OCs.  Shit.)

She names the roadkill?  Eeeeeh...

Branch, you douchecanoe.  You are very clearly not welcome in her home anymore; the fact that she hasn’t moved the spare key isn’t a fucking invitation to break in and invade her privacy, oh my gods I hate you so much.  This is predatory behavior.  You need to either go through official channels with the department to do a wellness check or FUCK RIGHT OFF into the deepest reaches of hell.  Excellent plan, fucking off.

Henry,  I adore you beyond measure.  “Thanks-taking.”  Vic... Seriously?  “God, you people really hold a grudge.”  Somehow, I think they’re kind of entitled to, what with all of the wars, genocide, stolen land, racism, broken treaties, and the like.  Get bent.

Genuinely, Henry’s dry as anything sass is quite possibly the best thing about the whole show.  We didn’t get nearly enough of it during the later seasons.  And his little smiiiiile at having made Walt chuckle, oh my heart.

The “Hands up!”  O.o  “Hands down!” little comedy gag is totally sold by KS’s face, haaaa.  And Ferg’s bafflement, but collected response to those truckers thinking he was a rentboy was solid.

I kind of have to applaud that sex worker’s gumption to just try to take off in the truck.  Not the best thought out plan, to be sure, but gutsy.

Ok, Branch has just had a line establishing that they’re not in Absaroka, and then Vic and Ferg look annoyed/confused when Walt tells them to cut the sex workers and customers loose, but then Branch finishes with, “Absaroka County wishes you all a fine evening... at home.”  So are they in Absaroka, or not??

Kudos to Walt saying, “Which will allow you to get out of here.  If that’s what you want.”  Not falling completely into the savior complex bs is good, and acknowledging that she is an adult who can make her own decisions, even if they’re ones he would wish she wouldn’t is good.  ........If only he could extend that same courtesy to his own daughter.  

Branch, wtf.  It’s a felony to even have burglar’s tools.  Legit, it’s a felony punishable with up to 3 years in prison or up to $3k, or both.  Unlawful entry is 10 years and/or $10k, and I’m pretttttyyyyyy fucking sure you don’t have a warrant to be in Cady’s house.  FUCK OFF.  You giant douchecanoe.  (Min and I also have a headcanon that the random coloured empty frames are Branch’s fault, because they don’t really go with any of the rest of the decor, and we hate them.  So we decided that when he saw the Andy Warhol style print she had that he got those for her and she just never got around to taking them down after they broke up.)  And isn’t tampering with someone’s mail a federal offence?  You are the worst.

Aaaand then Walt calls the Collettes showing Ross Lanten’s wife video of him with prostitutes “interfering in his marriage.”  Okaaaay.  Because helping get a woman and kids out of what has several hallmarks of an abusive marriage is “interfering,” I guess.  Not the happiest about that word choice, I’m not gonna lie.

Aaaaaand then Whitish is super racist, and I hate her.  Henry handles it with grace, but fuck, I cannot imagine how wearying that must be.  And Branch makes obnoxious and offensive assumptions (playing to his strengths, natch), and Henry once again demonstrates how he is also the Actual Best.

Nobody has heard from Cady recently, but the tiny little hesitation Henry has before he confirms that he hasn’t heard from her either is so good.  LDP is so good.  Just from that, it reinforces how much that bothers him, and that he’s worried, but also that he really doesn’t want to talk to Branch about any of it.

“If you do, will you let me know?”  “I most certainly will not.”  Such a classy way to basically tell Branch to fuck off and get wrecked.  

A lady threatening Henry with a knife and I should not be focusing on how great he looks in a vest, but heeeeere we are.  (I do love that brown vest.)  And even after she is drunk and rude and racist and threatens him, Henry’s look when she says that she knew the dead man still has concern and compassion in it.  Waaaaaah.

Do I remember what Walt did to his hand?  Was that something from this episode that I’m not remembering right now, or are they actually having some intra-episode continuity and that bandage is him still recovering from the start of frostbite?  [Dang it, my Xbox controller just pooped out.  Now I have to go swap it out for the other one and stick this one in the charging dock.  But I’m so cozy in bed with my jar o’ tea and everythinggggg.  Boo.]  ...  [It has been long enough since I wrote that last bit that my Xbox has shut itself down twice in the interim.  Oops.  I’m super great at focusing.]

Fuck, that “I was some place I shouldn’ta been” hits hard.  This whole seen in rough.

Aaaahaha, why is the fact that Ferg is also standing there looking at Walt when he wakes up so much funnier than if it had just been Vic?  And his little grin.  And Ruby with a mug of his toothbrush and such for Walt!  Rubyyyyy!  (Holy shit, the fact that they have this little set up is alarmingly adorable, and I heckin’ adore Ruby.)  And then she sasses Branch, and I just want nice things for her.  

Walt’s “If you want,” to Ferg came off to me more like, ‘waste your time if you want to,’ (though that could well be my own issues projected” but I’m proud of Ferg for running with it.  And I do appreciate Walt calling the sex worker a lady.

Of course, he pulls Henry into his bs, getting him to solicit a sex worker.  Why does Henry put up with him?  I’m sorryyyy, but the pointing is so awkward and I cringe so hard, but what else is he going to do, I guess?  And how does he recognize her anyway?  Did Walt take a picture of her before letting her go, or something?  It doesn’t seem like he even got her name, to pull up a picture from a rap sheet, sooo...  Why am I even worrying about it?  And at least Walt doesn’t think that it’s not rape just if it’s a sex worker.

The flashback scene sure hits hard, too.  Damn.  I’m trying to remember the last time I saw anybody other than Vic actually pull on a glove in consideration of fingerprints.  I think there might have been one time or something, but nothing comes readily to mind.

For all that I rag on Walt for just collecting his assumptions and taking them to the bank, there is heavy irony with him now laying out the reasons he’s not arresting Whitish, because there is reasonable doubt in the form of the Collettes.  

Ooooooope, and then Branch brings up Cady.  I sure this can only go really well.  Aaaaaaaaand of course Walt has one of his Longmire Epiphanies and just walks off in the middle of the conversation, such as it was.

Does a college registrar’s really have your birth certificate on file?  I’m pretty sure I didn’t have to submit a copy to mine, but I also don’t really remember?  But that seems weird.

Ah, the bandage was about the frostbite.  I appreciate the continuity.  

Hmmmmmm, Cady leaving her phone at home when she drove to CO seems unlikely.  It seems unlikely as a generality for her generation, and on practical levels (directions to the precinct and such?), and just... That’s pretty hard to buy.  If I don’t want to talk to somebody, or even a bunch of people, I’d ignore calls or even block numbers, but her not taking her phone gives the impression that there is literally nobody that she would want to talk to, and that plays into this really weird bit of characterization void that the writers fell into of Cady just not knowing any single person other than her dad, Henry, Ruby, Branch, and Ferg, and I guess Vic.  As if she just doesn’t exist outside of her relation to one of them.  She doesn’t want to talk to any of the 6 of them, so there is not a single other person on the planet who she would want to be able to talk to/have them contact her?  There’s not a single other person on the planet that she knows who if they called and said, “I have an emergency, can you talk/help?” that she wouldn’t want to be available for?  Bullshit.  The entire rest of the series when she’s onscreen is showing how much she cares.  She’s a fucking Hufflepuff, and she’s not going to leave her damn phone at home while she drives 6 hours away into another damn state.  If you so desperately need to that she’s not even seeing his call, have her leave it in her car when she goes into the Denver station.  Like, unless she has a second phone that she did take, I’m not buying it.  Even as an attempt at “she’s so caught up in her mother’s murder now, oooo, Longmire tantrum and singular focus’ characterization.  Just, boo.

[weswardstars]

5 Times the Squad Called Gil Dad (and the 1 time he called them family)

This is a 30min or less fic I wrote in a group chat that’s completely unedited and a mess, but they wanna reblog it, so...

Context from our group headcanons: Malcolm/Dani/JT/Edrisa are a 4-person polycule who go through Some Shit when Martin finds out about them and Malcolm has a Break Down that almost leads to them splitting up. (Alluded to in 4, 5, and the +1.) Also Ainsley is a Lesbian™ who goes through a lot of girlfriends. (Alluded to in the +1.)

There are some other group headcanons swimming thru here, but nothing that should get in the way of reading. Enjoy!

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1) Edrisa

Edrisa calls him dad first. It's a Freudian slip -- or well, whatever the dad version of that is. Just a quick "Dad -- Sir -- Officer Sir!" over a dead body, which was to be expected. Gil skimmed right over it, taking the files from her and proceeding with the investigation like normal. If he stopped every time Edrisa said something odd, they'd never get anything done.

2) Malcolm

Malcolm's been saying it for years, through birthday presents and Christmas cards. This year he walks to Gil's office, card and wrapped box in hand. It takes him a moment to realize what the occasion is -- he's never received a Father's Day gift before.

Malcolm's not ready to say it with words. He throws around "Mother" like a knife and "Father" is...complicated. Too complicated. Too much. But Gil gets the message and pulls him into a hug.

3) Dani

Gil tries to be polite and quiet when he shuts the car door. It's 3 in the morning, and someone ought to be trying to sleep in their stead. Dani's perched on the hood of her car. Her battery's dead, and though she's not shivering, she's curled up tight in a jacket made for style not warmth.

Dani’s called a tow truck, but the car's not even worth the scrap metal anymore. When she climbs into his passenger seat for the long ride home she admits, "Haven't had my dad looking out for me in years. It's nice. Thanks." And the car's a little bit warmer as the heat kicks on.

4) JT

JT's the holdout. Always has been. Gil's swimming in and out of consciousness for days, his muscles sore from lack of use and his side burning from the buckshot. Sometimes someone strokes his face -- a gentle, sweet touch to be sure -- but it lights up pinpricks of pain from the scattering of cuts and asphalt rash across half his cheek.

Malcolm visits the most, but he doesn't have a real day job, so that counts for less. (Still nice, though.) Dani and JT come as a pair more often than not, probably on their lunch break. Ainsley comes once with Malcolm and leaves behind a teddy bear with a balloon tied to its wrist. Jessica sends more flowers than the room can fit.

JT is alone the next time Gil's conscious. He must make a confused sound, because JT tells him Dani's in the cafeteria getting food. "This is for you," he says too quickly, shoving a frame toward Gil. Gil tells his hand to reach for it, but he must be too drugged up because it doesn't move, and his eyes can't quite focus on the blur. JT shifts nervously and drops it on the side table out of sight. "Just uhh, get better. We miss you at work."

When Gil's more lucid, he takes a proper look at the photograph. The four of them, JT, Dani, Edrisa, and Malcolm, all shoved together for a selfie. It should be a squashed, terrible affair (JT looms over all of them, and Edrisa’s probably on tip toes just to be seen in the corner) but JT's got an eye for photography, and it's beautiful and silly, and completely them. When he's back at work, he places it on his desk next to his favorite photograph of Jackie.

5) Ainsley

Ainsley started visiting the precinct after Gil officially hired Malcolm as a consultant. Truth be told, at first it was mostly to snipe stories, but since the polycule started, she'd been by more often. (And then even more often once she'd starting meeting regularly with Martin, though no one had commented.) She always came with sweets. Was always a delight to an office usually bleak with the latest murder.

She bustles in now with cards in hand, passing out invites to her mother's latest function. "For friends and family," she says, passing cards to Dani and JT. "Check your email, Mom already sent you one," she says when Malcolm looks offended to be left out. "And honorary Dad," she says, dropping a card on his desk. Her dad or Malcolm's she doesn't specify, and Gil doesn't ask. Just picks it up with a quiet, "Thank you."

+1) Gil

As the clock ticks down, just a few minutes from midnight, the party naturally migrates to the balcony window. The ball drop is on the other side of town, but the television is within sight, and the snowfall outside is beautiful enough to watch alone. Gil taps his champagne flute and all eyes are on him. Dani, JT, Edrisa, and Malcolm stand to one side with their arms all looped around each other, and Ainsley and her latest girlfriend, Arianna, stand to the other side. (Though Malcolm briefly ducks out of his tangle of arms to grab champagne flutes for Dani and Ainsley who keep chugging theirs.)

"It's been a tough year, and we nearly lost a few of the people closest and dearest to us," he says, and the polycule all grips hands a little bit tighter. He doesn't have to remind them of their near breakup just a few months back. It's still raw, but they're healing. Mending. He’s so proud to see them stronger than ever.

"I'm so glad we're all here. Together. I'm glad to ring in the New Year with the people most important to me. I've known some of you for a long time," and he tips his flute to Malcolm and Ainsley, "And some of you are new," he nods to Arianna and Edrisa, "But all of you are irreplaceable." Dani and JT nod, and Gil ignores how JT's eyes rove down to his side where the buckshot scars still riddle his skin.

"To family," he says, and they chorus back, "To family!" as the ball drops and the fireworks explode. Gil sips his champagne and stares out at the snow -- a snippet of privacy for the couples all kissing in his living room.

He's brought back by a tug on his elbow, and Malcolm kisses his cheek. "Happy New Year," he says, and the other five are lined up behind him, each in turn giving him a hug and a kiss, and he laughs, bending down so even Edrisa can give him a kiss and a flustered, "Thank you Sir -- Dad -- Sir -- Happy -- Happy New Year."

[shijiujun]

Hello!😙 I have another tangfei headcanon if you like. After they became "almost friends" in the series, one day Tang yi sees Shaofei crying. What does he do? only if you like, because a fandom is nice when everyone enjoys sharing things without obligations😊

heya!!! okay i knowwww i took super long to answer you ask and that’s because i kind of wanted to write a fic on this but i figured i’d answer it first and write the fic later hahahaha! firstly, thank you headcanon anon (i assume you’re the same one who’s been giving me headcanon asks) you have my eternal gratitude for putting ideas in my head!!

so - they become ‘almost friends’ after tang yi gets shot at and i think this might also be set before shao fei gets shot, but after he’s moved into tang yi’s house, after the massage and after shao fei realises that he likes tang yi!! (and in the novel, canonically shao fei cries after he realises that he likes tang yi and thinks tang yi doesn’t like him back this is chapter 5 i think)

i can’t imagine shao fei really crying for small things, he’s always the pillar of support ya know? so it has to be something really major for him to be crying, so… okay, this is gonna be long but:

1. Shao Fei’s pretty reliable in the police station and people get along with him pretty well, but it’s known that he’s a persistent person when it comes to Li Zhen and Tang Guo Dong’s murder case, and because of that some asshole police officers in the precinct like to poke fun at him for it from time to time, like asking him if he’s finally given up yet, if he’s finally admitted that LZ is a corrupt cop, that he should just cut his losses while he still can instead of embarrassing himself and his team by hounding Tang Yi etc. and it gets worse when they find out that Shao Fei actually moved himself into Tang Yi’s house

2. Shao Fei isn’t the kind to retaliate in a fight because, he’s a cop, and even if he could totally take the fuckers down in a fight he can’t because they’re his colleagues and all he can do is just glare and ignore, and they don’t do it very often anyway because they know Shao Fei can beat them into a pulp, but they also know that Shao Fei has no way to retaliate which is why they continue to insult him

3. We know that he has a photo of LZ and him on his desk, and he hides his music box probably at Shao Fei’s table as well 

4. One day, he returns back to the office (he’s staying with Tang Yi still and being his bodyguard and shit) to grab some case files, and because he’s there, he gets roped into half a meeting with interpol and Captain Shi because they’re there coincidentally and see him, and they all know he’s assigned himself to Tang Yi, so out of curiosity they ask him how’s it going etc.

5. Interpol chief throws in some barbs about how he’s wasting his time and also chiding Captain Shi for spoiling Shao Fei and letting him do whatever he wants - and SF is already in a shitty mood when this happens

6. He goes to the washroom later and he hears the usual two asshole officers making fun of him again while he’s standing right there, and SF can’t really do anything but grit his teeth and move on

5. He returns to his desk and that’s when he sees it - the photo of him and LZ, the photo frame shattered into pieces on the floor by his desk, and the photo torn, with shoe print marks over it and it’s ruined from dried coffee stains (everyone else in team three is still in a meeting so they don’t see this happening)

6.and his heart just BREAKS after the day he’s had, after being reminded that after 4 years he still can’t solve LZ’s case, and TY doesn’t like him, and is everything he’s doing for naught? SF’s pretty damn stubborn but I’m sure there were little moments where he just thinks.. what is he doing wrong and how long can he last doing this? But then he always bounces back because even if no one believes in LZ he will

7. but anyway, he picks up the tattered pieces of the photo and cleans up the mess - he has an idea who did this but when he sees the two officers standing at the corner and sneering at him, he almost goes over and starts a fight because how dare they touch his precious things when his phone rings - it’s Jack, keeping him updated on his and Tang Yi’s next location so SF can catch up, so he abandons his plans for a fight first

8. he’s totally out of it the rest of the day, so much so that Tang Yi notices, and Jack does too, and while the both of them exchange looks in the rearview mirror they don’t say anything

9. Tang Yi finds SF’s silence disconcerting, and at night after a quiet dinner and after SF retires back into his guest room, Tang Yi is about to sleep, when he decides that he should walk past SF’s room, and the door is ajar - that’s when he hears the sniffles

10. startled, TY opens the door and SF jumps to see who the hell is here and TY stills as he sees SF’s red-rimmed eyes and the dried tear tracks down his cheeks - SF hurriedly wipes them away with his sleeve and indignant, asks what TY is doing here and seriously can’t he knock?!!

11. TY’s first reaction is to say “it’s my house”, and then SF’s face crumples because he can’t deal with TY right now, and TY then asks what happened? of course SF isn’t going to tell him what happened and he shoos the man out of the room and locks it after him - still, TY goes downstairs, and brews a cup of tea, and then goes back upstairs - this time, he knocks, and SF looks really annoyed when he opens the door at TY’s insistent knocking, and when he sees that TY brought him a mug of tea, his demeanour softens somewhat

12. TY leaves SF alone for the rest of the night, and in the morning, when SF is doing the dishes from breakfast downstairs, TY sees that SF’s room door is open and somehow walks inside - and that’s when he sees the ruined photo on SF’s desk

13. At this point I think TY likes SF quite a lot already even if he doesn’t wanna admit it, and he cares for SF quite a bit, so he gets Jack to find out what the hell happened - and Jack being Jack, and also because Jack knows ZZ, he collects the info he needs, pieces it together, and then reports what happened to TY

14. I HAVEN’T REALLY THOUGHT OF HOW TY WOULD HELP SF out in ‘punishing’ the two asshole officers because he can’t get ppl to beat them up right, cuz he’s reformed and all that, but i know he’s going to do something, just haven’t figured it out

15. and then because TY would have hired a PI or something to dig out everything on SF and LZ the moment LZ and TGD died together and SF started hounding him, TY has a copy of that photo of SF and LZ together

16. and somehow, when SF returns to Tang Yi’s home a few days later with TY, he goes back to his room and sees a brand new photo and photo frame on his desk

17. SF puts two and two together and he’s grateful, and when they have dinner later in the evening, SF and TY keep exchanging small little smiles and looks (smth like the scene in the car where TY opened the bottle of water for him) and TY being extra nicer and more gentle to him than usual

So yeah I’m gonna write a fic on this, and the cute parts will be more obvious - It’s mostly plot at this point heh but I thought if I left it to when I actually write the fic your ask would never be answered!!!

[baddcop]

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MUSE MUSIC MEME.  * ( NO LONGER ACCEPTING. )

You sent four so I’m bouta go apeshit and do 4 songs oop. 👀

I’M NOT A SAINT. - BILLY RAFFOUL.

Well I’ve had one too many cigarettes burning up my lungsHad the taste of one too many lips hanging of my tongueSunday morning getting high, drinking here aloneThinking up a brand new alibi for not coming homeAnd I’m sorry I say “fuck” so much.

I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tryLord knows I’ve got habits to breakI’m really good at being good at goodbyesI’m gonna give you fair warning that II’m not a saint, but I could be if I tryLord knows I don’t learn from mistakesAnd I’m not here unless I’m here by your sideI’m not a saint, but I could be if I

I’m sure at this point it’s been made painfully aware how much Gavin depends on drinking, sex, fights and so on to cope with how he feels. (Although he doesn’t show it) and while he knows he shouldn’t do so he tends to self sabotage his relationships out of fear of rejection, which usually works. He tends to use it as a shield while also feeling guilty about it, as well as feeling angry and wanting someone to blame. It’s a sort of vicious cycle he’s in and he’d really rather be better because he knows he could be. Gavin is painfully smart, a lot smarter than I think he’s given credit for and a lot smarter than he lets on. It’s part of what makes him good at his job (and he is good at his job when he wants to be of course.)

Sober up and settle down, give a little talk‘Bout how I can’t keep from runnin’ ‘roundSay it’s not your fault, oh, ohAnd I’m sorry I lie so much

Gavin lies, he lies and fronts and is aggressive because that’s his only defense. He can’t seem to get out of the cycle he’s put himself into even though he knows he could be better and even though he knows it’s not exactly good for him. Misery is a comfort to him, it’s all he’s ever known, pain and being alone is what he understands and anything outside of that frightens him. It frightens him because he’s scared it will end, scared about how much it’s going to hurt when he has to go back to what he knows. And it’s a case of a self-fulfilling prophecy. He pushes people away or doesn’t try and eventually they leave and it solidifies that beliefe that he can’t be happy, that he doesn’t deserve it and that any happiness he feels is a fluke and will eventually end. It’s scary for him because he can’t control another person and he thrives on being in control, having it taken from him or having to be out of control is mortifying and he never wants to feel like how he felt when he was a kid ever again. Unfortunately, he’s gone to extremes to do so and sadly it’s worked just how it was supposed to, whether he intended to do it or not.

I’m gonna give you fair warning that IWill be the reason for the tears in your eyes

Gavin knows how he is. He knows he’s messy, depressed, angry, jealous and possessive. He knows how he acts and how he keeps people at bay and he doesn’t know how not to do so. So when someone gets close to him he tends to lock up and try to warn them, another sort of self-fulfilling prophecy type of situation where he uses it both as a means of keeping people at bay and at removing responsibility from himself to try and avoid guilt. A lot of the time he’ll use the “Well I told you– I told you how I was. This always happens. It was bound to happen again” stuff as an excuse because he hates how guilty he feels and he doesn’t want to admit that vulnerability.

GO FUCK YOURSELF. - TWO FEET.

Fucked and drank all nightActed all alrightHad no need to fightTonight, tonight

As stated previously, Gavin uses sex, alcohol and so on to cope. It definitely helps him to release his built up aggression, his need for touch, and control. Effectively, it’s the perfect means of guarding himself. He’s allowed to be in full control, he can play the role of a charming stranger for the night, he receives touch and sexual attention with no strings. Usually, if he’s looking to sate that need he’ll avoid fighting and opt instead for keeping his face unbattered to better catch people’s eyes. Men or women or whatever he doesn’t care. As long as he gets to be in control he enjoys it. Every now and then he caves and submits, is raw and relinquishes control to his fling and disappears into the night glad to never see them again and have to deal with the baggage and embarrassment of them knowing some weakness he perceives himself to have.

Cast me far awayPlay these little gamesActin’ all okayToday, today

Using his anger as a shield, as well as his rather rough behavior towards friends and coworkers, comes to him like second nature. He’s been doing it for so long he can’t imagine not pushing people away. It’s effectively the way he keeps people’s eyes off of him, no one cares to look for long when they don’t care and when they don’t really know how deep that hurt runs. He’d rather he keep people at a distance and that they return the favor, it’s much safer for him like that. Tina, Christ, they don’t know how much he carries around or just what he’s gone through. And he likes it like that.

ME, MYSELF & I. - G-EAZY & BEBE REXHA.

Oh, it’s just me, myself and ISolo ride until I die‘Cause I got me for life (Yeah)Oh, I don’t need a hand to holdEven when the night is coldI got that fire in my soul

Gavin effectively believes he’s going to die alone. He’s thought about it more than once, he’s thought about it when he was younger and he kind of tries to come to terms with that “fact” by ignoring it completely. He tries to convince himself and others that he’s better off alone and that he’ll be fine on his own. It’s a lie. He finds it really hard to trust people as a direct result of how much he was kicked around, abused, neglected and moved around like baggage as a child.

Hun, and as far as I can see, I just need privacyPlus a whole lot of tree, fuck all this modestyI just need space to do meGive the world what they’re tryna see […]‘Cause this hunger is drivin’ me, yeahI just need to be alone, I just need to be at homeUnderstand what I’m speakin’ onIf time is money I need a loanBut regardless I’ll always keep keepin’ onFuck fake friends!We don’t take L’s, we just make M’sWhile y'all follow, we just make trendsI’m right back to work when that break ends, yeah.

Everyone else in the precinct effectively has some kind of life, something outside of work. In my own personal headcanons, Tina is married, Chris is a father, Hank is babysitting Connor now that he works there. (no one with these muses has to agree to these I was just trying to flesh out the world Gavin is involved in) Everyone but Gavin at the office seems to have some sort of family or closeness outside of work. Gavin, however, does not. He’s given everything he can to this job, his career is everything to him and he uses it to keep people at bay once again. He is absolutely a very intelligent and driven man underneath all of his issues, and he’s smart enough to be bothered by the fact that he feels incredibly lonely. Yet, instead of changing, he once again just delves into his work, using anger as a means to guard himself claiming that he just needs his privacy, wants to focus on his career, trying to use his hunger to advance his career as a means to put himself above his coworkers.

Yeah, and I don’t like talkin’ to strangersSo get the fuck off me, I’m anxiousI’m tryna be cool, but I may just go ape shitSay “Fuck y'all!” to all of y'all facesIt changes though now that I’m famousEveryone knows how this lifestyle is dangerousBut I love it, the rush is amazin’Celebrate nightly and everyone ragesI found how to cope with my angersI’m swimmin’ in moneySwimmin’ in liquor, my liver is muddyBut it’s all good, I’m still sippin’ this bubblyThis shit is lovely, this shit ain’t random, I didn’t get luckyMade it right here ‘cause I’m sick with it, cuddyThey all take the money for grantedBut don’t want to work for it—tell me now, isn’t it funny? (Nah)

I really really think that Gav actually has anxiety and depression as a result of his trauma. This isn’t made very stereotypically obvious as he uses his sort of brutality and anger to overcompensate and impress people. But he can’t stand silence. He tends to bury that anxiety beneath his anger so he can more “safely” express it as “Fuck you”s and so on. Coping with his feelings via alcohol, fighting, looking for an adrenaline rush. He’s absolutely reckless sometimes both because he doesn’t care, and because he absolutely thinks he’s smart enough to get away with it. The success he’s achieved thus far isn’t something he ever places on luck no matter what, it’s the one thing he holds firm on that he worked hard for and he will without a doubt drag you if you’re not willing to put the time into your craft or goals to achieve it.

Yeah, lonely nights I laid awakePray to Lord my soul to takeMy heart’s become too cold to breakKnow I’m great, but I’m broke as hellHavin’ dreams that I’m foldin’ cakeAll my life I’ve been told to waitBut I'ma get it now, yeah, it’s no debate.

The detective has spent a lot of time on his own, that’s no surprise and I’ve probably overstated it at this point. The nights he doesn’t go out looking for a fight or fuck are… much worse honestly. He drinks himself into sleeping after a night of blasting music, screaming and howling into the night, breaking things and punching walls. Knowing full well he’s exempt from noise complaints being filed because of the landlord. He tries to do anything to drown out the noise in his head. Reed is completely aware of how cold he is, it keeps him safe but he’s absolutely broken up about it, although he’d never admit it and tries never to show it. Emotions have never been “safe” for Gavin to show, he’s been screamed at relentless inches from his face for it as a child, for crying for being sad, for being a child. Always pushed aside, never made a priority until much later in his life, until he self-sabotaged that too. Now that he’s been on his own for so long he’s not stopping for anything anymore, he’s going for what he wants and only what he wants even if it destroys him. He is angry and wounded about his past still and wants to hurt people because of it, wants to take it out on them, despite knowing it’s not really their fault. It’s just another unhealthy outlet.

ASSHOLE. - HOOLIGAN CHASE. (TW: FOR DRUG MENT.)

Baby, I’m a bad boy, I might hurt youI need a therapist and a perc too[…] I ain’t got no drugs, I’m turnin’ to an asshole

This song effectively encompasses everything about Gavin’s front. It’s a lot more vulgar and Horny than the other songs on his playlist, the entire beat just radiates his energy and so do some really key lyrics. Reed, as stated before, tends to warn people that he’s an asshole when he’s gotten into relationships as a means of omitting guilt “when” it goes wrong and to keep himself safe. Despite being a cop now, Gav’s nose wasn’t always clean for lack of a better phrase. (While he’s mostly clean now he narrowly avoided getting into quite a lot of trouble.) While he’s aware he needs some form of professional help subconsciously, he’s far too afraid to get it for himself and doesn’t really see a point as he views himself a bit like a lost cause.

[space-whalesharks]

For john and Nic the "flirting was bad enough" prompt? 💕💕

Vaguely based on the non-cult AU headcanons things I did a bit ago when I basically forgot what headcanons were for that one hour 

Chances

Nicolette Raylan is usually one to at least things through before she jumps into a situation, consequences be damned. The pesky, flirty lawyer John Seed that literally elbowed his way into her life puts that to the test.

 Nicolette stared down at the array of gifts that lay across Joey Hudson’s desk. Her partner had called her over to the desk an hour before over ‘some news.’ She had known that the woman sounded delighted when she said it. She knew Joey was up to something. She hadn’t expected what she had gotten.

A bouquet of roses and a set of those expensive truffles whose price tag she laughed at any time she and Grant went grocery shopping at the more high-end place.

“Got a boyfriend you didn’t tell us about?” Joey asked.

“Not that I’m aware of,” she replied.

“Ain’t for lack of him trying,” Earl called from his desk a few feet away.

Nicolette shot him a look, and he shrugged before going back to reading over a case file. She reached for the tag that had been attached to the two deliveries, only for Joey to snatch it up before she could. “Hey!”

Joey grinned at her before checking the tag. “Order from: John Seed. Hold on, isn’t that that ambulance chasing lawyer with all the bad commercials? The one that just happened to overhear you getting overwhelmed with your mom’s paperwork at the coffee place?”

“He’s not an ambulance chaser!” Nicolette objected, only to pause. “Okay, so he basically is but he’s got big cases that come first.”

Joey merely grinned at just how easily the other woman jumped to his defense. “Oh my God, you like him!” Joey grinned.

“I do not.”

“She does too,” Earl deadpanned.

Nicolette looked between them and sighed. “Okay. So he’s not that terrible. And as prospects go, he’s no Bobby Manyard.”

Earl groaned behind his coffee cup at the mention of the name.

“Exactly,” Nicolette jabbed a finger towards him, then stood up and fished her phone out of her pocket as she went. “I have to make a call.”

“Oooh, thanking him for the flowers?” Joey asked.

Nicolette elbowed her across the back of the head once she passed her. “About the Reynolds case, asshole.”

“Tell John I said hi. Also that I’m in the market for a lawyer after my car accident-” Joey ducked the stress ball that Nicolette had taken from Staci’s desk and launched her way, giggling all the while.

Nicolette left the room, and once she had done the phone call that was about the Reynolds case, thank you very much, she dialed another number. She nearly groaned when it barely rang twice before the other end clicked on. “Really?” she deadpanned. 

“What did I do now, Deputy?”

“Flirting was bad enough, but now flowers and chocolates are just too far.”

“Oh, so you did get them.”

“Has it ever occurred to you that the big name lawyer sending gifts a deputy’s way isn’t going to look good for me?”

“If people think that a few roses and chocolates count as bribery, they aren’t worth your time my dear. Those expire. I could just pay you off if I wanted.”

“Oh could you?” she countered sarcastically.

“Hush now, I know you’re above that. I won’t try. Promise. Besides, the only case you and I have in common is yours. And it’s not even a case, technically.”

“Why does that only make me positive you’ve bribed people before that?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny.” 

“Spoken like a true lawyer.”

“I’d certainly hope so.”

“Ass,” Nicolette countered, though there was a lot more affection behind it than she would’ve liked. She didn’t know what it was about him, but ever since he had elbowed his way into her and Earl’s space while talking about her mother’s passing, announcing he was a lawyer and offering his help in settling her affairs, he had been a staple in her life. Except it was more like a thorn in her side than a staple. He was arrogant, flirted with her at every opportunity, flaunted his extensive wealth like he was trying to bait her all the time, and didn’t bother hiding that he dabbled in matters of questionable legality. The rub was that she didn’t mind any of it. She enjoyed their time together. which was dangerous, considering their near opposite standings in the law. She knew he had gotten a little more involved with showing his interest lately and the flirting had elevated to random acts of kindness- treating her to a lunch every so often as they poured over paperwork, calling in a favor if they needed a warrant and the like. The occasional rose or a dozen were a new addition on the list. She knew something had shifted on his end with their back and forth, but this was getting ridiculous.  “Can I ask you what your interest is?”

“In what?”

“Me. Don’t you have plenty of other skirts to chase?”

“I do, but I’m not chasing. I’d much rather get to know you. You intrigue me.”

She hadn’t expected that response. “Way to make me feel like some sideshow attraction.”

“You’re the main show, Deputy. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“Again with the flirting.”

“I like you. Is that a crime?” There was something in his voice that sounded… off. He sounded guarded. 

“I swear to God, if you say ‘arrest me’…”

“Wasn’t going to. Give me some credit here. I don’t use cheap lines.” 

She hesitated, then figuring she was best off “Right, because all of that money you have. Is this going anywhere, John?”

Whatever apprehension was in his voice was gone in his response. “Have dinner with me.”

Well, she hadn’t expected him to be so direct about it. Usually he went on for at least ten minutes before making a point. What had it been then? Two? “I thought everything was settled.”

“Not business. As a date. You know that.”

“Is that what all the gifts that come across as romantic gestures were supposed to lead to?”

“Figured it wouldn’t hurt my chances.”

“I’ll have you know I can’t be bought, Mr. Seed. My men or women earn me,” she pointed out, though she kept it teasing. 

“I intend to, Ms. Raylan.”  

She almost choked on her own tongue at that. Cheeky bastard kept up with her way too easily. Oh, this was dangerous. But damn it if she wasn’t tempted. He was an ass, but a charming one at that. And they would probably have fun, admittedly. She’d be the joke of the precinct, though. They could deal. Shit. Had she just convinced herself? “I’m off at seven tonight. Swing by the station.”

“Gladly. See you then.”

She rolled her eyes when he practically purred the response and she hung up before she could provide further encouragement. She waited about five seconds before she looked over her shoulder. “You can come out now.”

Joey, Earl and Staci all came around the corner, all equal parts ashamed and unapologetic at the same time.

“Not your boyfriend, huh?”

“It’s just one date,” Nicolette snapped.

“Is what I also told all my skeptical friends when your mother came along and they had concerns about the eight year old spitfire that came with her, now here I am her stepdad,” Earl pointed out.

Nicolette squinted at him and smacked his arm. 

Earl laughed, then shrugged.  “If he starts playing games after all this nonsense I’m showing him the gun locker,” Earl pointed out.

“I hate all of you,” Nicolette announced.

“I didn’t do anything!” Staci pointed out.

“Exactly. You’re supposed to take my side,” she countered.

It was enough to get a laugh out of the others, and that had been that on that particular topic. Of course, until 7:00 rolled around, they were all on their way out of the building and John was there to meet Nicolette, leaning on his obnoxiously bright red muscle car.

Joey nudged Nicolette in the ribs, which earned an elbow to hers back. The latter made a promise to check in with the former later that night and headed for John’s car. It had taken all it had in her not to tease the man when he opened the co-passenger door for her. She got in and he returned to the driver’s side and got in. Before long, they had arrived at some surprisingly informal restaurant. They had waited nearly half an hour for a table, and once the menus came around, she found that the prices weren’t even that bad. She could easily afford it on her police salary. So the bastard wasn’t flaunting anything like usual. The new change in tactic nearly threw her, but it was welcome all the same.

As dates went, it had gone surprisingly well. They exchanged stories about early days on their respective jobs and poked fun at the people they had in common with several of the stories that they both disliked. Nicolette had spotted a chicken cordon bleu on a plate on a neighboring table and had mentioned it reminded her of helping her mother make it when she was a kid. John had given her a look of absolute fondness that had nearly disarmed her, and she had asked him if he had any experiences like that. He had laughed it off, lamented that he had no good memories of the sort- “least of all in the kitchen.” She had tried to backpedal once she realized that response probably had something to  do with the ‘mutual tragedy’ he had mentioned early on in what had drawn him to her and inspired him to help her. She had blurted out that her teenage life hadn’t been sunshine and rainbows- her father had tried to kill and her mother after all, just to even the playing field.

John had put his hand over hers, assuring her that there was no harm done, promising it was ‘something for a future date’ - arrogant bastard. Still, she hadn’t pulled her hand away either. By the end of the night their fingers were threaded together, and Nicolette wasn’t exactly sure who had made the first move for that.

They left not long after that, and John drove her home and walked her to the front stoop.

“Well, congrats, Seed. You didn’t weird me out once. I had fun.”

“Good. Same time next week, then?” John countered.

She stared at him, then laughed. “You really don’t quit, do you?”

“We’ve been over this. Not when I’m very interested in someone. Not for you.”

“And why is that?”  Nicolette asked, suddenly thoroughly embarrassed at how guarded it sounded. “So why am I intriguing, Mr. Wordsmith?”

“Because a little mutual tragedy goes a long way and… it’s a nice change of pace,” John admitted, suddenly equally serious. You’re worth it.”

She laughed weakly. “Goodnight, John.” She turned to leave.

He caught her wrist in his hand and once she turned to see what it was about, ready with a comment about how she had already mentioned things weren’t guaranteed to go further than the front porch. Instead, he bent down to kiss her soundly.

And of course the bastard could kiss- to the point that her head spun, and she panicked a bit. She hadn’t had that reaction to a kiss in years. Of course it was his that garnered it. She barely returned it at his level of enthusiasm before he had pulled back.

The moment was a bit ruined when John had the nerve to look smug when he noticed how dazed she looked. He leaned forward. “I might not have earned your heart yet, but I intend to be the last one who does. You can guarantee that.”

Well, that was an awfully bold, brave, statement. “Are you implying you’re gonna kill the competition, because that’s immediately where my brain went with th-“

He scoffed, then kissed her again, briefly but firmer than the last. “There is no competition,” he pointed out afterwards.

She laughed at that again and backed up towards the porch again. “Goodnight, John,” she repeated.

“Goodnight, Nicolette.”

He let her go that time. She closed the door behind her and laughed again. Once she realized she had done it, she realized that was another first in a while. She was looking forward to pursuing whatever the Hell this was. With John Fucking Seed.

This was going to be trouble. And she was going to enjoy every second of it.

[proofthatihaveaheart]

November Fic Recs

I MESSED UP AND FORGOT TO POST THIS YESTERDAY but whatever, no such thing as too late for spreading the love <3 this list comes with a shout-out to my two weeks of vacation when i actually had time to read a lot. a magical time

[6 Brooklyn Nine-Nine, 1 Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them]

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

been wondering if your heart’s still open by confectionerybrick (Jake/Amy, 14k):  As Jake struggles to cope with his break up with Sophia, Rosa and Kylie persuade Amy to take matters into her own hands. [This fic has excellent banter and smut and hurt/comfort as they work out their feelings for each other.]

bring your good times and your laughter by dogworldchampion (Jake/Amy, 2k): She moves behind her desk, savoring the feel of the new, heavy medals against her shoulder and the hat resting atop her perfectly smooth bun. Her desk is nearly bare, with only two framed photos perched below her desktop. There hasn’t been time for case files to accumulate, for her detectives and beat cops to need signatures or approvals or second opinions. The thought of the work excites her and terrifies her simultaneously, and it’s only as she’s sitting at this desk, so similar to that of her mentor’s, two precincts over, that the gravity of her situation hits her. She, Captain Amy Santiago, is the youngest captain in NYPD history. [I love this fic with all my heart. It’s sweet and tender and I’m just really proud of Amy Santiago. Captain Amy Santiago <3 Give it a read.]

Hollywood Ending by wagamiller (Jake/Amy, 27k): Is it really so much to ask just to run into Amy Santiago's arms in slow motion? [post season three] [One of my favorite, if not my top favorite, post-S3 fics. It’s just SO GOOD. The writing, the characterization, the humor, basically everything about this fic is perfect and I want to read it again and again.]

if you want me to stay, i will stay by your side by elsaclack (Jake/Amy, 91k): For someone whose job requires an unusually large amount of personal risk on a near daily basis, Amy Santiago has not dedicated much time considering how she might one day die. The vague assumption that it will probably happen on the job - via stray bullets or careening cars or massive explosions - has been enough to satisfy any musing. She never imagined doctor's visits or specialist consultations or diagnoses. She never imagined hospital gowns and thinning hair and chemotherapy. And she never, ever imagined cancer. [This fic is a masterpiece. It’s beautifully written, the emotions are raw and true, the characters and their relationships with one another are perfect. You’re definitely going to cry, I did, but you’ll laugh and smile too. Reading this fic was one of the most emotional reading experiences I’ve had and it’s just a really good fic overall.]

on my heart like a tattoo by elsaclack (Jake/Amy, 3k): Amy’s a month old, too young to remember anything, and he shows up on her skin for the very first time in the form of an explosion of color. [Soulmate AU!!!! This one is fluffy as heck while also remaining grounded in reality and you really see how supportive they are. And it’s great to see them grow closer throughout.]

somewhere only we know by hotelsweet (Jake/Amy, 11k):  in which Jake attends all eleven of Amy's birthdays at the planetarium. [Erica started this off with an excellent headcanons post and then Darcey wrote this excellent fic. I love the snapshots into their growing relationship. Guaranteed to melt your heart.]

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Typical Behavior by anistar_e (Newt/Leta, 28k): The first friend that Newt Scamander makes at Hogwarts — well, his first wand-bearing friend, as opposed to one with fur or too many legs, which is only a distinction that needs to be made to people that don’t know better — he doesn’t meet until the Easter term of his second year, when Leta Lestrange comes back from a six-week absence with a different haircut and an ebony prosthetic where her right arm had been. [I’ve said this before and I’m sure I’ll say it many times in the future but I will read any fic that anistar_e writes because of how much I love her writing style. It’s poignant and gorgeous and I absolutely adore the way she fleshes out every world she writes about while also presenting such excellent characterization and relationships. I love the way she writes Newt, she really captures how his mind works, and of course I loved every single naturalist thing in this fic. And Leta, oh Leta, the tragedy of her story, their story, broke my heart. Please read this fic. It’s beautiful and tragic and while I never expected to read fic for this fandom, I’m really glad I read this one.]

[neptzfix]

Renick

Both Renee and Nick work in the SPD as detectives but in different fractions. Both are by the book detectives and are similar in the fact they adopt a tough act, refusing to let people in. They have come across each other around the precinct, have heard of each other and know of one another’s reputations due to the fact they’re both kind of top of their class in their own departments within the building. They are put onto the same case, a Mafia homicide type of murder, and initially, they don’t get along that well. She thinks he’s too entitled and he doesn’t trust her. Over time, they start to work better together and learn to respect each other and actually have conversations that aren’t directly related to the case they’re working on. There would be some late night researching which is when they might share some stuff about themselves with each other. Soon it becomes evident that they’re dealing with a Mafia situation which brings back memories for both of them due to their pasts (Nick with his friend Aiden and Renee with her parents). Eventually, after a long time, they manage to track down and arrest the people responsible for the murders but due to crooked cops covering up and stating that there is a heavy lack of evidence, the culprits get away scot free which neither Nick nor Renee is thrilled about. Thus, the two separate and handle their annoyance in different ways.

Nick decides to do what he does best and go after them while Renee attempts tailing them and is adamant to get something to nail them with this time. Without neither knowing the other’s intentions, Renee stumbles upon discovering Nick has caught up to them before she has and is slightly confused by his methods. She would snoop and peek behind a door to see where he is going with it all and the instant she’d see him take a gun out, she’d be alarmed but lay low still until she realizes he’s gonna pop a cap in the dude and she’d go into instant freak out mode and like the annoying pain in the ass that she is, she’d probably bust in and Nick would be low key annoyed at her for ruining his entire operation. He would ask her to walk away like, “let me kill this bastard because we both know the law won’t do shit about it” and even though she’d be against it, she also wouldn’t wanna just walk off, so she’d let him do his thing even if she didn’t totally agree. Because she wouldn’t walk away, or try and stop him or arrest him, she’d be like his literal partner in crime because she hates the Mafia guys and she kind of agrees with the whole law not doing jack squat so deep down she’d be more alright with Nick killing him in the end. It would have been too late for her to just walk off because she was already involved and now she’s technically an accessory to murder. She’d probably stay in the vicinity as he kills him but she’d look away etc. and then instantly afterward she’d freak out about the lack of remorse Nick shows and how he is being calm af about it so she would be in panic and confront him about it and he would be like girl chill tf out and definitely go with the whole “listen it is the only and you know it was the only way to stop it.” She would insist it was wrong and that she shouldn’t have let him do that and he would ask her not to tell anybody, insisting she needs to calm the heck down before they leave the scene of the crime.

Even though Renee would low key agree with Nick in some ways, she would still feel bad about it and a wee bit sick considering she’d never been involved with something like this before. But she’d also be curious as to why he didn’t feel even remotely bad about what he’d just done. She’d be flailing around like a panicked duck and he’d be like eyeroll chill bruh but when he tells her it was the only way she would go quiet while she contemplated what he was saying. Then she’d feel inclined to shut up and keep his secret because A. he’s too highly respected and who would believe her allegations against someone like him? B. He actually is her superior and C. Over their time working together she’s developed a respect for him she wouldn’t wanna betray. He knows he is able to trust her to keep his secret, but she would still be in her own conflict and wonder if it was the first time he’d ever done something like that considering how calm he was and how good he was at it. Thus, she’d look into other cases he’s worked on and then discover the criminals in his cases wound up dead in a similar way to how he killed the Mafia guy so she would put two and two together and be like oh damn, this guy is some Dexter type shit and I’ve been working with for a long time and never knew and not to mention she’d grew to have hella respect for him She’d probably wonder if she should confront him about what she’s found out or keep it to herself because the case is now closed and they’re no longer working together. She’d battle with herself over what to do for a few days until she eventually decides to just storm into his office one night and throw the files she’d uncovered at him like all sassy and angry like “explain this!!!” And Nick is all like shrug nonchalant and doesn’t admit it nor deny it and she’d get all annoyed at him and be like “you’re crazy, you real life Dexter” and then she’d probably feel inclined to give him a speech about what happens if he gets caught or someone else finds out what she did just by going through files etc. She’d probably scold him against her better judgment and tell him he needs to be careful and not get caught and like when she’d finish her little lecture, he'd be chill about it like u done?? and she'd be all sorry because she just told off one of the most well-known detectives in Seattle and usually people don’t speak to him like that at all yet here she is and he’s letting her.

It all starts with professional infatuation, turning into “oh shit I am going to get caught too if he’s going to get caught, I probably shouldn’t be anywhere near this person” going to “let me just check up on him. Is he still killing people?” turning into “why is he doing what he is doing? He must have a good reason? Is he capable of caring and love? Does he ever regret what he does? Would he hurt an innocent man to get through someone?” until it would be “oh shit. I don’t want anything happening to him. He shouldn’t be alone. He is not a bad person, he is just bad at being a person sometimes.” While for Nick it is more like “she’s a means to an end but at least she’s a good detective” to “well oh shit I got caught but I hope she’s going to keep her mouth shut, I only allow her to lecture me to see if she’s keeping her mouth shut” followed by “she keeps coming around, giving lectures but at least she hasn’t gone to anyone about it or is she just saving her own ass?” before it is “does she actually care about me? Wait, am I kind of admiring her?”

Eventually, they might end up in a tough situation where Nick is killing mobsters and Renee suddenly appears and he ends up taking a bullet for her, saving her life instead of completing his mission. This would not only prove to Renee that he’s not all bad or a rotten guy with his twisted justice, but to him it would also show that maybe he does, in fact, care more about her (the person he’s realized to see something in him) than actually killing all of the bad mobsters around him. They would see each other as colleagues, then as people who share a dirty secret and are kind of stuck with each other before they would realize over time, there’s actually some caring underneath all of the lectures and check-ins. He hasn’t been cared for in a long time, he kind of sees himself as someone hollow with only his own criminal justice as his purpose, but then she’d start showing consideration and caring towards him, and he would start noticing that it is actually not that bad to be feeling that again even if he’d try to deny that at first, he’d start admiring her and probably reflect all of the good that there’s about her and in a way he would probably begin to feel like there’s more to him as well than just his mission and being alone, so it would slowly melt his walls away while he’d begin to view her in a different life over time. Plus, when her guilt about covering for him would drive her to her old habits of substance abuse, he would be there to kind of help her through it because maybe he’d feel a bit guilty because he’d feel partly responsible for sending her over the edge with his expectations of her keeping his secret but also maybe because somewhere deep down he’s allowed himself to kinda care for her and of course, she wants to keep his secret because she cares for him also.

Renick headcanon foundation:

gifset based: Renee would get caught in the middle of a bloodbath (a mission gone wrong, something of the likes), and Nick would literally (since they have already grew closer and maybe have those wee feelings already crealed out) be there to clean it ALL up and bath her.

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