#miami vice fanfic

[doesnotloveyou]

Definitely Miami

already posted the AO3 link to this, but i'm so silly I forgot I can just post the whole thing

Warnings: Teen rating for suggestive content

Length: Flashfic/ficlet/drabble

Summary:

Sonny reflects on his past romances while trying not to make a huge mistake with a certain French bombshell.

Sonny's love life had felt like falling down stairs for a long time now. Each time he hit another step he swore he'd find his balance and stop before he hit the bottom, that the next step would be the last. Except the staircase was much steeper than he'd expected, and Burnett attracted gravity like a lead weight.

Caroline, his best love, mother to his amazing little boy who was growing bigger every day, broke his heart by using her head. She wanted out and he couldn't blame her. The job was more home to him than she was. His ex-wife and his boy had hugged him goodbye and left for better things.

Gina, his girl Friday, got her heart crushed by some jackass who wined and dined her before taking on another chick without so much as an "oops, sorry.” She definitely still loved him, but that wound was festering and neither of them wanted to look at it. He didn't even know why he'd done it, but he knew he didn’t deserve to be taken back.

Brenda, the 'other woman,' the one who was out of his league. The one who somehow thought she could succeed where Caroline had cut her losses. A pretty fantasy to wake up to but one that nearly cost him his real partner. She was never meant to be.

Margaret was the first sign that the staircase was steeper than imagined. New York City was bewildering enough without some chic blonde in a penthouse spinning him like a top. Even once the curtain had fallen she still tried to manipulate him back into her bed. He'd prefer to forget about Margaret sooner than later.

Now Callie. Ice cube to wipe her sweat, Callie. Kept him up thinking about her during a heatwave, Callie. How she twisted him around one manicured finger before running that hand up her leg. She came on too hard, turned him off; exuding pure sex was not a look he desired. But it sure as hell clung to his brain like a parasite.

The tortured love angle tugged viciously at his heart strings. He was in this job to protect people like her, but people like her were starting to go too far. His head was slamming the brakes while his heart floored it; it's a ripoff, but what if it isn't, trust your gut, she looks so scared, she could have left him by now, you know it's never that simple.

Sonny felt guilty for how bad he wanted it to be real. Because if it were real then Callie was really in an abusive relationship. Her tears, her fear, her pain. All of it would have to be real and he'd currently be hunting down the animal that terrorized her. Yet, the stink of a rotten deal was all over that woman, and here he was following it like a starving dog. 

During the four hours he devoted to sleep, drenched in summer sweat and wearing as little as possible, Sonny would bear down on the bunched up blanket and pillows to take the edge off. Callie was either a victim or a snake, and either way he shouldn't touch her.

At the end of each night though, his bed was empty, his heart full, and he wasn't getting any younger.

In the safehouse, Callie parted open her bathrobe and he fell with her into the bed. The trouble then was knowing exactly where to start. She was an unguarded sports car, top down, keys in the ignition, tank full, engine purring, upholstery gleaming. He was dressed as a criminal, talking like one, thinking like one. There was compassion in his heart and a full-bodied woman in his arms. No one knew where they were, and she wanted the touch of a kind man so desperately she was practically forcing herself on him. It was all so perfect. 

Out of left field the bickering between his head and heart was overruled. His conscience got him out of that bed. He pulled his clothes back together. He walked away.

[mitochondriaandbunnies]

Love, Bad Decisions, Cocaine, and Angst from Brother's Keeper to Freefall

Here before you lies the entirety of all my Miami Vice fiction, compiled in one place! The Sonny/Rico fics follow the series from beginning to end, and are intended to be a reasonably canon-compliant explanation of their relationship, tied to specific episodes. There's also two Gina/Trudy fics and one Switek/Zito fic; the implication is they take place concurrently. (Yes, everyone on Vice squad is queer. No, I don't care that that implies some very strange things are happening in the Miami PD hiring department.) Pretty much all fics contain angst, language, internalized homophobia, and period typical attitudes, but the series ends happily as a whole! Rating beside title.

Sonny/Rico Fics:

Ashes in a Goldfish Bowl - M - S1E19 Made for Each Other - Sonny contemplates a growing and awkward crush on his coworker.

Gas Station Confessional - M - S1E22 Evan - As he learns about Evan Freed, Rico pieces together that Sonny may be hiding more than he's letting on.

Unnecessary Medicine - M - S2E5 & 8 The Dutch Oven & Tale of the Goat - Sonny is dosed with cocaine; later, Rico is dosed with tetrodotoxin. They take care of one another.

Adventures in Microwave Sales - E - S2E9 Bushido - In the aftermath of Jack Gretzky, Sonny decides life is too short not to take Rico up on his offer to be friends with benefits.

Faults and Hairline Fractures - E - S3E12 Down for the Count - After their friend's death, Rico notices that Sonny seems uncharacteristically upbeat after months of brooding.

The Naming of Cats - E - S4E3 Death and the Lady - Sonny lets his guard down while he and Rico take care of a kitten for Gina, and hates himself for it.

Wise Men Say, "Only Fools..." - M - S4E8 Like a Hurricane - After Sonny's wedding, Rico makes a series of bad decisions.

Playing House - M - S4E20 A Bullet for Crockett - With Rico taking care of him after being shot, Sonny chafes against the constraints of his marriage, and questions his choices.

Repossession - M - S5E12 Jack of All Trades (or around there) - Rico is incredibly concerned and hurt as an increasingly depressed and listless Sonny gets very drunk at an auction.

Take Me Home - E S5E18 Freefall - If Sonny and Rico have any hope of moving on together, they need to push past five years of refusing to communicate and be honest with one another.

And Life Goes on Beside the Palisades - T - Post-series - Crossover with Wiseguy - Sonny and Rico have settled into their life together in New York. A chance encounter with another pair of ex-agents gives everyone an opportunity to reflect on where they want to go from here.

Trudy/Gina:

Not Like a Painting - T - S2E8 Tale of the Goat (or around there) - Trudy suggests playing hooky, and wonders if Gina knows she's acting like they're on a date.

Warfarin, Eggs, and Chase & Sanborn - E - S2E9 Bushido - Gina worries that Trudy might not return her attraction, and they find out where they stand during a series of all-nighters.

Stan/Larry:

Wearin' That Loved On Look - E - Late S1/Early S2 - Larry tries not to think too hard about what happens sometimes in the Bug Van.

[alverrann]

Happy Miami Vice Day, folks! It's 2:15am where I'm at and so we're gonna start off strong with some good old-fashioned h/c.

I hope y'all enjoy it, cuz this is only the beginning, lol

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“Tubbs!” Sonny’s shout alerted him only seconds before he felt the sting. It was a burning punch to the gut, and on pure instinct he shoved Harley away, stumbling backwards as the man came at him again. He tripped and fell, hitting his head on the way down and hurting his wrists as he caught himself.

There was a gunshot, and Harley fell, a scream echoing in the background with more gunfire. Years of experience had Tubbs dragging himself behind the garbage bin - likely where he'd hit his head - ducking down and hissing at the pain in his abdomen. He put a hand on it, and it came away bloody - he’d been stabbed.

The sounds of shooting had ended at some point, and Tubbs looked up when he realized that Sonny was calling his name. "Put your hand over it, Tubbs." Sonny's face was a pale ghost, flickering like a candle flame, and Tubbs looked down at the blood covering his hands. "C'mon, pal. Put your hand over it; put pressure on it." Pressure? Tubbs put his hand back over the sting, pressing down hesitantly. He hissed when the pain became worse, but Sonny spoke before he could do anything more. "That's it, just like that. Don't take your hand off."

The sting and the pain had both been so sudden, and it almost felt like he was seeing double; his vision was tunneling as a voice from farther down the alley called Harley's name. Some part of Tubbs was very annoyed, because this was one of his favorite shirts and suits, and here he was lying in a trash-strewn alleyway, bleeding all over it. A hysterical part of his mind was happy to remember that Sonny wasn’t wearing white today, at least …

Where was Sonny?

The report of a gun had Tubbs jerking back, huddling into the side of the dumpster that he was using for cover as he looked towards the source. It was his partner, of course, tucked neatly into a small alcove with his gun in hand.

Oh right. They were under attack. Harley was lying in the alleyway between them, blood pooling under his unmoving form, knife still in hand. Sonny must have shot him after he'd stabbed Tubbs, and the thought had him refocusing on his partner.

Sonny’s eyes – when he wasn’t peeking around his corner – were on Tubbs, and belatedly Rico realized that his gun was on the ground a few feet to his right. His mind felt like molasses, but he knew that if he could get it and give his partner covering fire, then they could get Ricket as well. Ricket, who had stopped yelling and shooting, for the moment.

Tubbs moved slowly, his right hand lifting from the sting in his abdomen to stretch towards his gun, grunting at the pain it caused. “Rico, keep your hand on it, buddy. Don’t worry about anything else – just keep the pressure on it.” Sonny's rough voice was pleading, and Tubbs reluctantly replaced his hand, instantly relieving the strain.

“You come out, cop, an’ I’ll blow you away!” Ricket began to shout again as Rico pushed down on the stinging pain. Sonny needed his help. But he was cold, and the sting was starting to throb.

“Your friend is dead, Ricket! It’s just you and us, and we ain’t lettin’ you go anywhere, man!” Sonny’s voice cracked a little as he shouted, and Tubbs stared down at his stomach. His right hand was over the top of the wound, but if he switched and put pressure with his left hand, then he could pick up his gun with the other one. With slow and deliberate movements, he began to do just that. “Tubbs, quit movin’!” Sonny’s hissed words were all but drowned out by Ricket's furious and desperate response.

“I know Harley got one of you pigs! You wanna go help ‘im, then let me go!”

Tubbs pushed down with his left hand, noticing that the blood seemed warmer, and the pain was getting worse. He slowly picked up his gun with his right hand, and Sonny yelled back,

“If my partner dies then you’ll be in a lot more trouble, pal!” He looked furious, his face still swimming in Tubbs' view. Tubbs kept his left hand on his abdomen as he slowly pushed his legs underneath him, forcing himself into a crouch despite the burst of pain that ensued. It brought him slightly out of his stupor, and he met Crockett’s glare with one of his own. Sonny’s mouth was opening, no doubt to tell him how stupid he was being, but Tubbs refused to hear it. He popped up from his crouch in a blaze of agony, shooting towards the other end of the alley blindly for a moment before going back down just as quickly. Ricket was spraying bullets in Tubbs' direction, and Sonny took the opportunity to peek out and take a couple of shots.

The alley fell silent.

Tubbs collapsed back down against the garbage can, almost choking as he struggled to breathe through the agony that seemed to envelop his stomach. A pattering of feet, and Sonny was there, his hand covering Tubbs’ and pushing down much, much harder than Tubbs had been. Tubbs gasped at the pain, and Sonny pulled him away from the garbage, leaning Tubbs back against his chest while removing his jacket. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” His harsh voice and words belied the gentleness with which he tucked the thin fabric around Tubbs, whose chuckle became a dry cough.

“Didn’t … see the knife.”

“Just hang tight, Rico. Ambulance is already on the way.” Sonny’s voice softened a little, and Tubbs realized that he was extremely tired.

“R- Ricket?”

“Dead.” Sonny didn’t sound nearly as apologetic as he might have, and for some reason it was funny to Tubbs. As soon as he laughed, however, he stopped with a groan.

“Harley too?”

“Yeah.” There was a long moment of silence, and then Sonny said, “You’re not fallin’ asleep on me now, are ya?”

“Shouldn’t’ve … made me so comfortable.” He breathed out, and Sonny was the one to laugh as sirens sounded in the distance, a short sound.

“Next time I’ll just leave ya lyin’ there, then.”

“Thanks.” Rico meant it.

“Anytime, pal.”

[red-hot-moon]

It's finished! :^)

[imperaptorfuriosa]

i hold such affection in my heart for those brave soldiers who write fanfic for their very niche old-man tv shows

[peaxhygirl]

𝙵𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 - RAVEN SANTANA

Raven derives from VICE (Armando Aretas fanfic)

Profession: Miami PD detective; Vice Force

Age + DOB: 26 + April 3rd, 1998

Baby what's your sign: Aries Sun, Cancer Moon, Aqua Rising

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝��𝚟𝚎

Hard hitting badass, Raven Santana is a woman in an all-boys club, but she doesn't let that detour her. If anything, it gives her that extra push to be the best, do the best, and kick ass while doing so. What someone calls an attitude, she calls ingenuity with a twist of ferocity.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗

When not on duty, Raven is still very much a fiery young woman. However, it takes a little extra to get out of her. When she doesn't have to, she really likes to take a break from having to be as tough as she does while at work. She enjoys luxury, traveling, and princess treatment tbh.

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴: When I write Raven I envision her with a Latto fc. HOWEVER, please feel free to imagine her as you please. Like this is y'all world, I'm just writing in it hehe!

[olderthannetfic]

Here's a kinda weird question I'm making just to see if this is something that happens to more people: do y'all also have some fandoms where you prefer to see certain kinds of fanworks over others?

Like, in some of mine there are a decent numbers of fanfics, they seem to be of decent quality, but i still am not very interested in them and prefer to see fanart/fancomics over them, but in others i'll read every fanfic that i can find, even some that are probably kinda trashy.

i think the first thing happens more in things where the source material has a really unique writing style that the fanfics don't always get very well? Or when it is more "visual" in a way, like some games that don't seem to translate very well to fics for me.

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I got into video editing because I had no idea how to process my thoughts about Miami Vice in words.

[laylawatermelon]

Now that I'm thinking about it I wanna theorize/call for action outside of buddie (don't worry i WILL return with a vengeance) but now I'm on a bit of an Eddie Diaz kind of run.

I'm reading a fanfic now of Eddie's sisters which kind of spawned me to think about his relationship with them and kind of think about his family dynamics and expectations and what's coming up for his storyline.

Now they mentioned bringing his family in, specifically his sisters, and i think this storyline ties into Marisol (noname i swear this drives me crazy when i think about it?!??! PLEASE if you want me to care/be invested gimme a last name!) and his Catholic guilt/sense of responsibility/man of the house complex.

They've introduced how his upbringing brought him a lot of guilt and a sense of duty (to serve and protect amirite? Dang religion can be a perfect line to how modern society works but lemme save that for a thesis or something this is about 911 on abc🤣)

Back on topic though, there's a really nice post talking about how he's military family and how that affected his and Shannon's relationship. (x)

Reading that helped me to appreciate the writing and details.

I also want to talk about the beautiful work being done on Twitter and Tumblr about the Miami Vice costume theory and coincidences.

(heh throwback Tuesday and takeover thursday came in clutch with finding these x )

Yes i do ship buddie, but if I look at it not just as a romantic things but as they are written as kind of parallel soulmates who run along the same line of development.

One always spurs the next to grow and change and are heavily involved in some way even if that way it's just being themselves.

Buck being open with his sexuality will trigger something in Eddie. What it is can vary.

I think if we look at it with non shipper glasses, Buck's freedom will lead to Eddie's freedom. What I mean by that is since Eddie had came to the 118 Ryan mentioned how each year he was there the more he learned about himself and other people.

I think what Eddie would be at free from the image/expectations of what a family should look like/be.

He knows what a family could look like in a queer/unconventional way. Bathena's unit, Chimney and Maddie's family (let's say cause they're not currently married with a toddler church would pass out), and HenRen's family.

The could be and should be is the important part.

Eddie grew up being told what he should be and what his life should look like. Evidently his life went none of the ways it was intended to go.

He's a widower single father from a teen/young pregnancy and veteran. Sure he's a firefighter now but he has no "complete" family.

The way they're emphasizing the mother aspect throughout his story is still fascinating.

(i also thought of something hilarious as like he probably imagined/process mothers as like the Virgin Mary or something when they brought up how he can see woman as mothers but not really women at the same time)

(also Madonna whore complex was mentioned and it's also a fascinating way to look at it as he can either desire or love.)

Shannon seems to be the only exception and even that is iffy. I would also say that when she became a mother the desire kind of left? I think the mother aspect solidified for him when she left them I would say.

Yes they did have sex but that was a (very bad, horrid) form of communication between them. They both avoided stuff at some point in some (eh it's like 20/80 her and Eddie) cases.

Every other woman he has dated has kind of been a substitute, for a lack of a better word, replacement for the role of mom.

Now he knows what moms should look like in all shapes and forms. He knows what dads should look like. He's knows what his family should look like.

Granted he did get rid of some of the flaws of his father and the way he was raised which also ties into the way he is.

Eddie was parentified at an early age. (I will say as a black/poc person that there tends to be adult responsibilities placed on our communities kids from young partially because of culture but mostly because of the inherent unevenness that we have to struggle to make balance worldwide in different facets and environments.)

Once again, this is about 911 on abc, not my thesis😭.

I just imagine him standing on a stool to cook food for his sisters or some other things like laundry. Or even worse the cannon car accident with his pregnant mom. (I love to make myself cry)

Eddie had technically been a parent since he was a kid. He literally became the man of the house or the father. So i guess that entailed taking on the emotional and sometimes physical burden of the father role.

I guess when he was actually a father and not just the role he felt the weight of responsibility again and panicked. It makes sense he has a habit of running since he never had the opportunity to do so as a kid (since he never got the chance to be one).

So after Chris it was once again role of the father but now with added responsibility of bringing money to provide the household which he didn't have to do in that role.

It was hard then so it became even more difficult.

So he gave his body to the military and returned wounded in mind and body, and with a disabled son who needed insurance and stability and a wife who just needed him.

And he needed to be a man. Again and again and again.

He broke out of the loop when he got to the 118 (bless the haven that is that building) met Buck, then Carla and Bobby who offered a safe place for his kid.

He was no longer alone and had distanced himself physical from the church but mentally still shackled in his beliefs.

After this Buck and Tommy things and he's not present we're going to focus on how a family could look for him.

Last season and recently they mentioned the fact that his aunt had been divorced and he didn't know.

There was also mention of family secrets.

There was also Marisol and Chris together which I'm guessing he wasn't to happy with her but it's either or since we haven't seen them together so it's a 50/50 chance. More like 90/10 he's annoyed or feels weird about his mom being replaced). Since we touched on him repairing his relationship with his mom and subsequently girls and women/relationships he wants to be in now that may shift his image of Marisol suddenly being more present.

Slight Buddie tangent (i gotta let the beat out for a sec raaa-) but the fact that he's still hanging out with Buck pretty consistently (well we can say he's his other parent who's sadly been in his life almost longer than his mom 🥺 lemme stop I'm crying) but it might decrease due to his and Tommy's relationship. (They're two firefighters with very busy schedules ofc he's not present they got work to do chop chop!/j)

In turn this leaves Chris with one less stable parent figure and it's forced to turn to Marisol who may be overeager to please him.

This can lead Chris to probably feeling uncomfortable with the changes because he's happy his dad's happy but he's not happy because it feels like his family's changing again too fast, and what if she leaves then his dad's not happy and a whole other sleet of teenage issues and angst.

So what I predict their storyline to be going it's that Eddie tries to find his own freedom from the church and maybe even the expectations of his home community would have on him.

Buck will be radiant in himself at the wedding, so will Hen and Karen, and Marie and Chimney, and Bobby and Athena.

He'll look around and look inward.

He'll stop focusing on what his life should look like and focus on what it could.

And that life could be just as radiant as the family he's apart of now.

(and that's all i could ask for 🥹)

[wanderingblindly]

WanderingBlindly Fanfic Masterlist:

Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel

'Till the End of the Line (3.2k words, oneshot)

A tear slides down, somehow cold by the time it reaches his chin. It hangs precariously before it drops, an inevitability, splattering against his hand in his lap. They say nothing: a man who promised to listen, a man who never knows what to say, and the blackness outside the window. Or: An ambient reflection on the passage of time.

Changes, Beginnings (22.1k words, 5/5 chapters)

Images of Greek and Roman marble, paintings of ethereal wonder, muses of supernatural awe flashed in Sebastian’s mind as he looked ahead. He was beautiful in a way that struck the word “mundane” from Sebastian’s lexicon, his hair fluffy and cheeks wind chafed, London-pale skin contrasting so wonderfully against his coloring – all underlined with a great... sadness in his downcast eyes. It hit Sebastian like a knife to the heart, looking upon such sorrow at such an unremarkable time on a non-descript day. Or: In which S. Vettel is an awarded literary fiction author, Sebastian is a man with a penchant for people watching and aimless wandering, and Charles is a masters student on the tube. A strangers to friends to lovers story taking place over the course of a year.

The Sum of Our Parts (7.3k words, 2/2 chapters)

Did Charles want to talk? He wanted to scream. He wanted to yell and cry and push against Seb’s chest and ask if he had any idea what it was like to be alone and abandoned and rejected over and over and over again. Charles wanted to talk, but he didn’t even know what to say. To: Sebastian Vettel << I’ve missed you [deleted] << Are you happy? [deleted] << Did you ever think about me? [deleted] <<; I never stopped thinking about you [deleted] << I’m sorry too, Seb Or: Sebastian and Charles reconnect after the painful events of Miami, their relationship slowly developing and healing. Charles remembers what racing means to him outside Ferrari, and Sebastian discovers that a legacy is more than your presence on the track.

Origins of Want (4.2k words, oneshot)

The words are caught in Charles’s throat, years of suppression, of hatred, of fear blocking his lungs like cement. Suddenly he’s a scared teenager again, asking God what he did in a past life to deserve such an ugly monster within him – begging to be released from the vice grip of grief and envy. He continues to look up slightly at Sebastian, feeling the tears slide back, they catch in Sebastian’s fingers. 

[polarisbibliotheque]

About the time a guy was being creepy to me on a professional setting and my gut feeling told me "GET OUT NOW"

Ok, so hi! This post has to do with a reblog recently here in my blog, on one of my fics regarding Dante and Vergil with an s/o suffering from being hit on without their consent. I write Devil May Cry fanfiction and that was my way of coping with a CREEP being, well, a creep.

Who would've known, fanfic is therapeutical

My answer got so big, I decided to make a separate post about it - and I'm talking like this because, if this gets out the DMC sphere and other people read it, they'll understand the fandom talk a little bit. This is not just for the fandom, but everyone out there.

Including men. All of us are prone to being targets of creeps - even if I'll be telling about my experience as a woman, take this advice to your heart NO MATTER your gender.

When this episode happened in my life, I was 27 y/o, I think...? I got pushed into such a stupid corner by this guy who kept messaging me with "work related" stuff... And my family wasn't validating my "this is weird" feeling.

So... What happened?

(TW: I mention the words "rape" and "sexual abuse" but none of that has happened. It was a red flag and I want to talk about avoiding it like the plague and how people might dismiss your gut feeling when something is wrong. I write with brutal honesty, curse words and don't censor anything, because I'm here to tell people how it is not curating content to go viral on clean ~family friendly~ social media. This is honest advice I'd give someone else, so it's just a heads up. I'm a little jaded with all the censoring of "forbidden words" when you have to discuss serious subjects like this nowadays hahahaha)

First context, I'm a Lawyer. Hi. I know it doesn't sound like it Second context, I'm from Latin America. Hi again!

Well, in my country, we have to vote every couple of years for the National Lawyer Association President and Vice-President (for my USA people, it's like the BAR association for Lawyers - meaning only lawyers who have passed the BAR and are, indeed, full-fledged to the association and with a lawyer permit can vote). I hate it, but it is what it is, I have to vote every time for one of those posh speaking clowns or else.

This much older guy stopped me at the entrance to the voting building to do some political propaganda of one of the candidates. Expected. They weren't the ones I was gonna vote 'cause their agenda didn't fit what I wanted for the Association - nevertheless, I smiled and was polite. Guy wouldn't shut up, but that's a lawyer thing. Kept being polite, dismissed him kindly and went inside to vote.

As I came back, guy is there and stops me. I had called my mom to give me a ride home - by that time, I had been broke and without a job for 2 years up until that point, trying to get back into the ~lawyer business~ and recover from a very bad burnout, so paying a ride back home was a big no. I had my phone on my hand and kept chatting because, you know, networking. You never know.

Now, mind you. I'm about to celebrate my 30th birthday this year, but people seriously think I'm underage wherever I go. I have to literally show them my credentials and ID so they can believe a single word I say. This guy, must've been around his 50s or something - and I look like a teen or, at best, 20 years old. I graduated when I was 22, so that's the most he could've imagined I was.

As we're talking, dude is flexing his career so hard I start to do the same. He says he has known the President and influential people in politics (back then, far-right government, so red flag already waving in the horizon), he has an office both here and in New York and Miami, he has worked with the FBI (we're in Latin America, the USA stuff is a flex for far-right people). I say I have worked as the Labor Lawyer in a huge worldwide known multinational company, coordinated with people in the USA and UK, had around 100 cases to manage monthly and keep the company in order when the directors were not around.

Guy is impressed and asks for my contact on LinkedIn. I'm down for it, I'm looking for a job and he could be one hell of a way to get back on business. Dude mentions he's in digital law and, heck, I wanted so bad to get into digital law! It was like he was put in my way by the angels to help me get back on my feet!

He asks for my resumé and my cellphone number, so he can have me in his office to have a cup of coffee. I am soaring by now. "That's it!!" I think "That's my ticket back to being a lawyer, to having my own money, to breaking the cycle of unemployment and having my career back!" - so I do it! I give him my number!

hello, workaholic aunt here speaking, my career was everything to me, I'd do everything for it

After I got back home, told my mom everything, and everyone was so happy. That's when he started sending me messages - asking for my address so he could send me some lawyer magazines and such... Even though he had asked when we were talking before and I changed the subject. I didn't give him of course, but instead sent him my resumé.

So, next day he asks me about that coffee and I said we can make it happen... Even if he got my name wrong. I have a pretty exotic name in whatever country I go, so it's a common mistake, known to happen, no one can pronounce my name right if I don't teach them how to, so yeah. I'm willing to gloss over that.

I'm assuming he read my resumé, saw how smart, capable and hardworking I am, and wants to talk business. Wants to offer me a job. I'm super ready. I'm taking my business clothes out of the closet, I'm cleaning my high heel black boots, I'm checking my references and vocabulary so I don't screw up. Guy sends a message saying he wants to take me out for lunch.

Red flag. My instincts flare up and I'm just staring at the screen. I start reviewing everything. I mean... Business lunches are ok, right? I had lunches with my manager and director plenty of times back in the day and it never got weird. So... Why was I feeling weird now...?

Guy says we can go out for lunch and then back at his office so he can show me around. I was like "hmmm... ok? shouldn't be weird. this is normal." but nevertheless I went to check with my mom and my sister.

Both said it was fine. I was feeling weird because it's a guy and me and I shouldn't be feeling uneasy - it's my social anxiety/workplace trauma talking. It's the opportunity of a lifetime. I shouldn't screw up.

I keep talking to him. I ask where we should meet up for this lunch and he tells me to give him my address, so he could pick me up and we can go to "a nice place to have lunch" (his words, not mine).

Red flags are dancing around my head. I keep thinking "have I lead him on something????" and going mad. What was I wearing? Only work clothes, that's all - suit pants, black high heel boots, dark silk shirt and only a nude lipstick so my lips wouldn't get chapped. My shirt didn't even show cleavage.

It's ridiculous how I feel this is a thing I should add 'cause heaven forbid the cleavage

What about what I've said? Did I accidentally flirt?? 'Cause that's been known to happen - I'm a clueless ace who can't for the life of me notice when people are flirting or not or notice when people think I'm flirting with them. And usually when they are not flirting or being attractive, that's when the magic happens for me! So... What gives?! Did I do something wrong, that sent the wrong message?

I mean, I was nice, yes. But you're supposed to be nice to people. I'm not gonna be rude just because most guys can't keep it in their pants.

I go over the messages. I didn't do anything strictly not business like. I'm very good at that. I have only worked responding to men as bosses in my life, had four male bosses before him, all different ages, marital status, star signs, backgrounds, lives. The best colleagues and co-workers I used to spend hours having coffee and laughing with were men. So I know how to keep professional and not mixing things up. It wasn't a slip up from my side.

Well, then there's always the chance I was going crazy and overreacting, soooo... I go over to my mom and sister. They think it's weird, yes, but they do think that's exactly what's going on: I'm overreacting and my social anxiety/workplace trauma is blocking me from pursuing this opportunity that can help my career - and make me have a salary again so I can help at home.

Ok. I though up and go back to talking to him. I tell him fine but I'll go to the place myself, so he can tell me where he's thinking about having lunch. Guy tells me nothing and keeps insisting I give him my address and he will give me a ride so we can "get to know each other better".

My GODS I've never felt so uncomfortable. Not even when I had to stay ONLY with my boss working until 1 am, only the two of us in the company building, every light out except the one in the room we were in, him being around 15 years older than me and very confident, with the two of us having one of the best work chemistry I had in my LIFE.

He could've done ANYTHING to me, but we only talked strictly work. We were tired, he waited for my mom to pick me up at 1 am outside so nothing bad would happen to me, both of us under an umbrella, he apologized to my mom for having me stay at work so late and then went back home to his wife and kid. I NEVER, at ANY moment felt unsafe around him. He was my mentor, he was my boss, he was a good colleague and even somewhat of a friend.

So why on EARTH was I feeling SO UNCOMFORTABLE with this guy I had only met ONCE face to face in my life?

I start to voice my concerns. My mom and my sister think I'm only saying that because I don't want to go back to work. That I want to throw my career away because I can't control my anxiety and my feelings. We fight a couple of times and a couple of days. My mom tells my aunt about it. My aunt goes full FBI and does a background check on this dude.

That's when she told my mom some things weren't adding up. His LinkedIn profile was a little too weird and he had no ties whatsoever with the elected President of the Lawyer Association - was he really someone in their team for propaganda? Nevertheless, he did have an office and did work with digital law, both here and in the USA. I shouldn't let this opportunity slip.

I got so mad. SO MAD. To the point my sister decided to ask her boyfriend for his opinion on all of it and he was like "hey... your sister is kinda right. guy wouldn't offer to take ME to a nice restaurant to have lunch and go to his office later for a coffee, would he...? I mean, this never happened to me" - and sis' boyfriend is on the business meetings and negotiations/selling part of the spectrum. He knows what he's talking about.

So now I finally have a man validating my concerns.

I take the decision to shut the whole thing down. I go "very well, I will NOT meet him, I will NOT maintain contact with him, he's treating me like a whore he picked up on the street". At this point, I am FUCKING FUMING. But still, my sister and mom gave him the benefit of the doubt and made me feel like I was doing something wrong.

So I decided to marinate him for a while.

I should note that all his messages were sent close or around midnight, not at working hours. And I only answered at working hours. Since I was taking a while to respond, my dude just goes like, and I kid you not, "ooooh she's not answering, she's ignoring me, I don't like that *sad emoji*" LIKE A FUCKING 13 YEAR OLD (no offense, 13 y/o peoples, but this dude is a FULL GROWN ASS MAN).

I am offended, I am flabbergasted and I wish I could suplex him to oblivion.

I show my mom the message. She just stares at me in awe. She FINALLY is like "yeah, ok, this isn't very professional". ALL THIS TIME, I never really told her what I was thinking and what was really worrying me. And then I break her the news that, what I'm really afraid of, is that this guy is going to rape me in his car. Or he's going to drive me somewhere I can't fight or scream and then he'll rape me. Whatever the scenario, it ended up with me being raped and I was scared. SO. FUCKING. SCARED.

My mom goes into Sphinx mode - that's when she doesn't answer and doesn't even look at me and just ~thinks~. It's a brutal reality she doesn't like and I don't like it either, I mean, it's my safety we're talking about here.

I shut down the guy completely. I tell him there's a family emergency and I couldn't continue to give him any attention nor I could go out for that lunch and I couldn't talk anymore. He SUDDENLY goes cold and "I am sorry if any of my messages seemed inconvenient. Do answer when you have the time so we can make an appointment." And that's it. No more messages. He's done in my book.

My mom tells my aunt. Aunt goes Sherlock Holmes mode this time and, lo and behold, they find an website of this guy's office. My mom is shocked at how 90's internet it looks for a guy who works with digital law. She then recognizes the address of the office but the doesn't remember of any office building in that street - so she Googles it.

His "office" is actually a residential building - meaning, it was his home address. She shows it to me and I want to cry - out of rage, shame, fear, sadness. I go like "yeah, this is the place he wanted me to go, to his home. What was he going to do to me there, huh?" - and I think the answer is pretty obvious.

Later, speaking to my sister, she's like "I dunno why you're so mad" and I'm like "WELL MISS I just got PICKED UP LIKE A WHORE outside of an OFFICIAL EVENT for the NATIONAL LAWYER ASSOCIATION while I was DRESSED UP PROFESSIONALLY and looking for PROFESSIONAL opportunities and I COULD HAVE BEEN RAPED. I think I have all the right in the FUCKING WORLD to be FUMING."

That's when we diverged some more. She just said like "hey that's how the world works: women are treated like whores - you weren't the first one to have this happen to you and you won't be the last. What are you gonna do about it? Get over it."

Oh. Boy. I looked at my sister's eyes. I saw her just staring at me weirdly. A storm was approaching. The skies darkened. Bury the Light started playing in the background. Vergil's doppelgänger was standing behind me like an angel of death. (All DMC references for my non-DMC peoples)

"Well. I wanna have power. So much fucking power in this world that no one ever even thinks about treating me like that again. So much power they will fear standing in front of me and saying those words - they will look into my eyes and shut up. So much power I will never be afraid to walk on my own again and I will never have to doubt my feelings when I'm feeling unsafe because some lowlife pitiful little shit decided I should be a whore to satisfy him. I want to have power so I will never be this helpless again."

Cue in my sister just sitting there with butter in the slice of bread in her hand, staring at me like "wtf man... do you need a hug...?" and me doing a dramatic exit back to my room to, well... Write the fanfic in question.

(For my DMC creatures: I never even thought of Vergil when I said all of this, I just noted that thought later in my diary and reading it a couple of days later I was like "omg I have become my worst enemy, fuck you Verge" because I kid you not, I used to hate this man with all the fibers of my being - hence where my longfic Nemesis came from. I realized I lived long enough to become my worst enemy - and maybe I hated him because Vergil made me look at the part of myself I didn't like and didn't want to admit existed *I'm laughing while writing this, I do find it weirdly amusing*)

DMC things aside, this WHOLE episode made me feel so frustrated. I never had anyone to validate me, only people doubting me or asking me if I lead him on, or what was I wearing, or if I smiled too much, if I was being too nice, if I said something inappropriate, and so on. I had to get it all off my chest and I thought maybe, juuuust maybe, Dante and Vergil would've been more supportive regarding that.

Because, you know, they know trauma and they are protective as fuck. They can have all the red flags and mental issues in this world, but I don't think they would EVER dismiss their partner - especially a woman - feeling unsafe and fearing being abused or raped. In order to trust, you have to give the person and opportunity and room to open up to you without judgements - and I do think they aren't very judgy people.

I mean, they are demons, for fuck's sake. They can't judge anything especially Vergil

Also, I don't blame my mom nor my sister (even if I got really mad at her). In the end, both of them wanted what was best for me, they thought it was an opportunity and wanted me to get my career back. Truth is, no woman knows how to act when this happens. And they didn't know how to act as well. They didn't want to think of the worst: just like I was doubting myself and my own feelings, they were doubting theirs as well. We ALL had to be validated by a man to admit something was wrong and we weren't hysterical.

Ok, ok, storytime over. But I felt like sharing this because people, you are ALWAYS valid in your concerns - and there's no clothing, no smile, no attitude, no NOTHING that JUSTIFIES abuse. If you're abused or feeling like someone wants to take advantage of you, especially sexually, YOUR FEELINGS AND FEARS ARE VALID. Don't shrug it off or water it down just because people are saying you're overreacting - if I had listened to everyone around me instead of my gut feeling that something was REALLY wrong, only the gods know what would've happened. But I'll tell ya, it probably wouldn't have been good for me.

At best, I'd be mad this guy would want to pick me up like a whore and I'd have to turn him down and take a ride home. At worst, he would've raped me - in his car, at the "restaurant", at his "office". We don't know, but I didn't want to "give luck to bad luck" as we say where I live.

I didn't have support, so I wrote a story to feel supported by the fictional characters I look up to - I wished SO bad I was dating someone, especially a man, who'd tell me he'd go through hell and back to keep me safe and wouldn't allow anyone to hurt me and validate my feelings. Someone who would make me feel safe and I wouldn't have to only rely on myself.

cue in V saying he too wanted to be loved and protected, I tell you, all this time I thought I hated Vergil when I had only found my nemesis in a mirror

So, don't ever doubt yourselves. Don't ever doubt your gut feelings. We might want validation and someone to keep us safe, but sometimes we don't have that and have to rely on our survival mode. It sucks, but there's a reason why that thing is called "survival": it keeps you alive. It keeps you going.

And no one, NO ONE has the right to say you're overreacting, you're being hysterical, you're reading too much into it, you're just trying to find the easy way out, you just don't want an opportunity because you're lazy, you're crazy and deranged, etc, etc.

If your gut is flapping red flags all around, then overreact. Be hysterical. Read too much into it, find the easy way out, be lazy, be crazy and deranged. Be the villain. Be the bad person. You're not perfect. You're not a princess. Be comfortable with people telling you you're bad - but never NEVER let go of your gut feeling when your safety is on the line.

That fucking thing WILL save your life. Being too nice, though, might not. Listen to yourself, be TRUE to yourself, and, again, don't be afraid to be bad.

Someday you might just find your half-demon man who will support you, protect you and treat you as an equal powerhouse, but until that day, keep on conquering your self-esteem and unwavering will.

I'm just saying all of this now because:

1 - I was too scared to talk about this for a looong time afraid the guy in question would find this, know it's me and my safety would be on the line again

2 - Just now I'm getting comfortable with the concept of being "seen as the villain" and being "seen as bad". My whole life I have been dancing around this because people always said I had a "difficult" personality. I watched Cruella recently and it hit home so hard. We do have things to learn from villainous characters and maybe this is just who I am. People are going to see me as bad so, who cares. Even if I'm not, it would do me good getting used to that idea - I can be more assertive to my boundaries and not allow any of this to happen again. So, there you go. It's an exercise everyone should do. Are you comfortable defending your ideas, your boundaries and your integrity even if people are mad you're not being a pushover/perfectly polite?

It's something I think all of us should think about ;)

Also

thanks for coming to my TED Talk :')

[doesnotloveyou]

want to better understand my '80s blorbo who is a vietnam vet...

do research on vietnam war, on the intense backlash from american citizens, on the horrors of being a soldier, learn of the aggressive drafting tactics to get teenage americans to the other side of the world, of the pointless reasons for being there in the first place, of the entire generation of men who were mentally physically and emotionally debilitated, and realize that my level of rage and disgust at this clusterfuck of mass human torture is nothing compared to the emotions of the young protesters, loved ones, and other conscious american citizens who watched on their TV sets as visceral hell was brought down on Vietnamese citizens

The US gov just grabbed teenage boys and men off the street and threw them into a meat grinder for no reason. the draft board was referred to as a "death lottery." turning 18 as a boy was probably equivalent to having to line up for the Hunger Games. equal gender rights were shot down over fear of women and girls being drafted too. if you were a girl you knew your male friend, brother, boyfriend, classmate, crush, neighbor could just be gone one day.

my blorbo was a star college football player, had a major career ahead of him, so famous a man from another part of the country was a fan of his 15yrs later. the war forced him through the meat grinder, permanently injured & traumatized him, and voila his future is gone. his skills and ambitions and potential for a good life are gone. no apologies, no sympathy, no one even acknowledging that this isn't his fault. just "oh well. man up. figure it out. no one cares." like no wonder he's messed up? no wonder the boomers and gen x are messed up??????

[mitochondriaandbunnies]

Today in "things that have an exceptionally tiny target audience," I wrote a post-canon Miami Vice/Wiseguy crossover fic, because I wanted to watch Vinnie and Sonny point at each other like Spidermans and not know why they automatically hated one another (spoiler alert it's because they remind each other of themselves womp womp)

If you haven't watched one of Miami Vice or Wiseguy but are a fan of the other one, I strongly recommend you rectify that immediately and consume both

They are two delicious tastes that taste great together, please enjoy

[alverrann]

My last post for Miami Vice Day will be a self-indulgent AU from a monster (me) who wanted more h/c and angst from the Burnett arc.

What if instead of recognizing (somewhat) and chasing Tubbs from the lighthouse at the beginning of Redemption in Blood Part 2, Burnett says Tubbs' name and then handcuffs him to the stair railing? What if Burnett plans on coming back later after getting rid of his men, to find out just who Tubbs is and why he remembers him?

Here's a bit of that angst:

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Okay, Cooper." Sonny tossed the key to the handcuffs. "Get up, we're goin' for a walk."

Cooper caught it in his free hand, expression unreadable. He looked from Sonny to the gun pointed at him, seeming to understand that he wasn't going to escape. To some extent, Burnett admired the cool calm with which the man unchained himself from the stair railing, rubbing his wrist as he stood. 

"All right. Walk." Burnett kept his distance, taking no chances. 

Handcuffs in one hand and key in the other, the cop walked. Sonny stayed behind him, following till they were out of the lighthouse. Cooper paused after exiting, turning to look back with a slightly furrowed brow. "You came alone." 

"I didn't need to bring anyone else." Burnett said. "Get on the ground - face down. Drop the key." 

Cooper knelt slowly, setting the key down beside him, "Did you come to kill me?" 

"On the ground." Sonny repeated. "Hands behind your back." 

"This isn't typical dealer behavior, ya'know?" Cooper said as he complied. "You gonna execute me? Throw me into the ocean? Or do you remember?" 

Sonny didn't respond verbally, but dug his knee into the other man's back when he used the handcuffs to restrain him, pocketing the key again.

Now he stood up and back, gun pointing again. "You and I are gonna have a chat, cop. Get up." Cooper - with some difficulty - pushed himself to his knees, then stood up. Burnett strapped his gun away, putting a hand on Cooper's back to shove him towards the car. 

"What are we gonna chat about?" Cooper asked, sounding almost confrontational, or even accusing. "The explosion? The killings? The fact that you've been missing for six months?" 

Burnett opened the passenger door, shoving the cop in before leaning down - inches from his face. "I'm gonna be askin' the questions, pal." He closed the door, cutting off whatever response the man might have given. 

When he opened the driver's side to get in, Cooper's expression had changed, looking melancholic rather than belligerent. "You really don't remember me." 

"Just your real name, Ricardo Tubbs." Sonny started the car. "But you're gonna tell me what I'm missin'. You're gonna tell me who you are." 

There was a long silence as he pulled out, driving away from the lighthouse, but not towards home. Finally, Cooper said, "Rico." 

"What?" Sonny glanced over, but the man was looking forward, face expressionless again. 

"You always called me Rico." 

Burnett wasn't sure he wanted to respond to that, but he had questions that he needed answered. Questions whose answers might change his whole life. "Were we close?" 

"Yeah." Cooper breathed. "You could say that." 

"I was a cop." He hadn't said it out loud since the memories had started stirring, and the words tasted like acid on his tongue.

"And what are you now?" Cooper asked. 

The question cut straight to the heart of Sonny's problem, and he pulled the car to an abrupt stop, looking straight at the other man. This man who haunted his dreams along with a dozen other phantoms from his past - nameless and forgotten.

But this man was no phantom. Not anymore. 

"I'm not here to play games, Cooper." The words came out in a rushed growl, but Cooper didn't flinch. Cliff might have flinched. Celeste would have flinched. Burnett almost never lost his temper - not like this - so what was it about this man that made him so angry?

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And there's you go! I hope you all had a fantastic Miami Vice Day, and now I'll be done spamming posts, lol.

It's 11:54pm here, and I'm cuttin' it close. So that's all, folks!

[red-hot-moon]

Five Fics

@ifishouldvanish tagged me to do some shameless self-promotion for five of my stories! Here goes:

In the darkness on the edge of town - Back to the Future, (young) Biff Tannen x Marty McFly, in progress - I started this to get out of my own perfectionism that stopped me from posting stuff and the response to it has been amazing. It grew from a James Dean film-inspired drabble to 4 chapters to 8 with a possible sequel... and it got me into a wonderful BttF fan community that is so inspiring and making me want to write so much more for these two! I sometimes feel like all I ever do is write angst and pining but the thing is, I'm good at it lol. And writing about time travel throws up such interesting situations and conundrums that I'm quite obsessed with it now!

Fishing in the dark - Miami Vice, Sonny Crockett x Larry Zito, complete - This was one that wouldn't let me go during my Miami Vice Summer last year. It's too bad the Miami Vice fandom isn't very active and that this is such a rare pairing, meaning it doesn't get much traction, but I loved writing this and especially Larry and Sonny's chemistry, which we see so little of on screen. Again, lots of angst and pining.

Green light - The D-Train, Dan x Oliver, complete - this was a strange drabble kind of thing that I wrote after seeing the movie which really captivated me. I was impressed with how this came together and I really like the metaphor of the colour green running through it. It seems only a few people have heard of the film so this is definitely the smallest fandom I've ever written for, but the responses to my fic have been ever so nice!

Stop all the clocks - The Pacific, Eugene Sledge x Sid Philips, complete - Sometimes I reread my own fics and this is one that even years later on I love to return to. The HBO War fandom for a long while was really comforting to me in how it portrayed young people who had been through something traumatic and were struggling to pick up the pieces afterwards. I really enjoyed the narrative device of exploring one scene from different viewpoints and I had so much fun writing Mary essentially as an OC.

The company of wolves- Sicario, Kate Macer x Alejandro Gillick, in progress - This is kind of cheating since it's a series, but part four of this has been in the works for about five years. Since I've been having health and mental health issues it has sadly taken a backseat because it was hard for me to write about something so serious while dealing with my own stuff (hence my pivot to BttF lol) but I'm fully intent on completing it. I still get lovely comments on it every month or so and that makes me so happy! These stories really pushed me as a writer and continue to do so, and I'm just really happy with what I've created.

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No pressure tag: @mitochondriaandbunnies, @retro-hussy, @doesnotloveyou, @bg-sparrow, @jouissants, or any other (fanfic) writers who want to do this 😘

[heywriters]

Get To Know Me!

Tagged by @justafoxhound

• Do you play an instrument?

Musical, no (I trained in singing though). The only "instrument" I regularly play is a game controller, lol

• Favourite book characters?

I love books as a whole so individual characters rarely stand out much for me. I related to the main character in Barbara Kingsolver's Bean Trees, and love the characters in Bleak House and many Jane Austen novels. The main characters in The Southern Reach Trilogy are iconic to me, and the characters in We Have Always Lived in the Castle spoke for me in many ways.

Book characters often feel like they are me, so having a favorite book character would be like having a favorite limb or internal organ. I love all of me, so I love all those characters. The only times where I've had "favorites" is when the books get adapted to TV/film and feel separate from me.

Got real deep there, but best way I could explain it.

• Favourite colour schemes?

Currently I'm a sucker (and i mean sucker) for that iridescent, anodized titanium look. I bought these in 2022 and I LOVE them:

This color scheme mixes well with the Miami Vice colors I am into atm. I'm also easily drawn in by the trendy emerald/black/gold look:

I have many opinions on interior design...

(PREV MENTIONED COCONUT ICE OMG I LOVE COCONUT ICE but i haven't had it since i was a kid and never knew what it was called and omg thank you i can finally make it or buy it myself with this knowledge *kisses you on both cheeks*)

• Naps or long sleep?

Long sleep! I am at peak performance in the 8–9hr range, but any excuse to sleep in longer is lovely. Naps rarely refresh me, and I miss parts of my day. To really know me in this respect is to know I am an irresponsible night owl who will stay up all night if I have no morning obligations.

• What languages do you speak?

English and paltry Spanish. I practiced Spanish more at my old job than I ever did for school or with Spanish-speaking family, but still am not fluent.

• Dreams/aspirations?

Move somewhere beautiful with someone wonderful and do good work there, but have a vacation home in another climate. Funny how dreams/aspirations change depending on your age/situation.

• Long hair or Short Hair?

Short, please. I've had long, heavy hair all my life and it gets into everything. I like having flippy hair though, so shoulder-length probably better describes my preference.

• Tea or coffee?

COFFEE. Have finally achieved "cup a joe in the morning" status because it's helpful for me.

• Bring a book character to life or go into a fictional world?

Go into a fictional world. Just to study it so I can portray it accurately in fanfic ;)

Tagging: okay, i forget who I follow for writing and who I follow for fandom, so this isn't easy to tag but I will at least tag @insanitysilver @jfictitional @kirarahu and @evelynmlewis

Literally anyone who wants to do this, you are officially tagged by me.

[logankisseswade]

Logan and Wade AU Fanfic(My fanfiction)08-09-2024

1989, Miami, Florida

Logan is a Slayer/Hunter, killer of all things evil, Wade is a rookie cop for the Miami Police Department, 2 months on the job, the two of them will bump into each other

Rating: PG-13

+ Chapter One: What Happens In Miami, Stays In Miami +

Friday Night, 11pm, Miami, Florida, the streets are already filled with criminals and low lives and troubled souls, a cute off duty cop for the Miami PD is walking around listening to his walkman, he's listening to Cutting Crew's "I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight", there used to be a wedding ring on his finger, now it's just naked and waiting for another lover to claim it for their own, Wade Wilson, 2 months on the job, he took the job in hopes of being like Sonny Crocket, he used to be a waiter but hated how cheaply he was paid and he also hated how rude the customers got to be, he hates living here in Miami, being a Vice Cop gives him an excuse to stay in town, this way he can tell people what to do and it makes him feel like he's in control, he hears a weird fluttering behind him, he stops his walkman, slowly takes his ear phones out, he sees people walking around him like usual but he senses something weird, he puts his walkman away and can feel something, a slight change in the air, he tries to ignore it and then continues to walk away*

*a night club called The Neon Angel, Wade goes into it, he goes to this place to distract himself from time to time, especially on Friday and Saturday nights, "Every Breath You Take" by The Police plays in the club, Wade finds a table and sits down, even something feels off about the club tonight, it's almost like he's trying to energetically guess what's going on, a very attractive and flashy woman joins Wade at the table, Wade notices*

mysterious woman: hey there handsome, you alone?

Wade: I am...but maybe I like it this way...

mysterious woman: what's wrong handsome? never had a lady hit on you before?

Wade: oh no I've been hit on by ladies hundreds of times...

mysterious woman: you wanna get out of here?

Wade: I'm not interested...please go away

mysterious woman: what's wrong handsome?

Wade: *feels slightly triggered, reminded of his bitch of an ex wife* get lost lady, if you keep it up, I will charge and arrest you with harassing a police officer

mysterious woman: oh God are you undercover?

Wade: I'm only gonna say this one more time, go fuck yourself lady because nobody else will

mysterious woman: you jerk! *the bitch walks away*

Wade: *talking to himself out loud* she's not even that hot

*time passes, Wade's still sitting at the table by himself, he decides to get up and go to the bathroom, when he heads over there, 8 guys are doing all kinds of drugs in the mens' room*

Wade: *gasps* oh my God, perfect timing, finally some excitement

man: what the fuck?

Wade: *takes his badge and gun out* you see these right here boys? I own all your asses! come on, we're going downtown, right now

*one of the big guys puts Wade into a headlock*

Wade: oh fuck

*the bathroom door busts open, Wade screams like a girl, a very hunky man shows up(it's Logan lol), he beats the shit out of all 8 bozos in the bathroom, Wade screams*

Logan: I'm here to help you Wade, stay back!

Wade: what the...what the fuck?!

*one of the bozo's gets up, his eyes are glowing red, huge fangs, Wade screams, all 8 bozos are vampires, really ugly vampires, Logan takes out what looks like a shotgun, he starts blasting at all of them, the bullets contain holy water and explode when they're fired, Wade's in shock and just watches Logan kick ass, one of the vampires fights back and tackles Logan to the bathroom floor, the bitch tries to bite Logan, Wade points his gun at the vampire's head and shoots, the vampire's head explodes, Wade screams, his gun hits the floor, to Wade it feels like time has stopped, he just shot an ugly vampire's head off and it exploded, Logan gets up and grabs Wade to check on him*

Wade: *gasps lightly*

Logan: Wade, are you alright?

Wade: how...how do you know my name?

Logan: it's a long story bub...come on, we need to get out of here

Wade: aren't you gonna ask me to come with you if I want to live? *giggles* .....*clears throat* that was a Terminator reference...Kyle Reese said it to Sarah Connor

Logan: *smirks* I knew what you were referencing

Wade: oh good, so you do have a sense of humor

Logan: it's not safe here Wade...you need to come with me right now

Wade: oh God...so Miami's filled with vampires now?

Logan: vampires, demons, the whole nine yards

Wade: *stares at the dead ugly vampires* oh God that's disgusting

how do you deal with this?

Logan: I kill demons for a living

Wade: I arrest criminals for a living *giggles lightly* so uh...you got a name, Mr Mel Gibson 2.0?

Logan: *smirks* it's Logan...

Wade: Wade...but you somehow already knew that didn't you?

Logan: come on, we gotta go

*Wade follows Logan out of the club, Logan grabs Wade's arm*

Logan: right here

Wade: whoa...nice wheels

Logan: get in

*Wade and Logan go inside of the black convertible, Logan drives away*

Wade: ...so bullets can kill vampires?

Logan: a straight shot to the head can kill anything

Wade: I'll keep that in mind then for future reference...oh God...some poor bastard is gonna find those bodies-

Logan: that's not important, your safety is

Wade: you're not a Terminator are you?

Logan: *giggles lightly* not as far as I know

Wade: so you're human? and you're not from the future?

Logan: I'm like you Wade...a Mutant...but I am from the future...

Wade: whoa...whoa...whoa...so you're actually from the future? like Kyle Reese in The Terminator?

Logan: it's very similar actually

Wade: oh God...oh fucking fuck...look, Mad Max, I'm just a cop for the Miami police...and did you just call me a Mutant?

Logan: you and I are both Mutants Wade...

Wade: ....look, don't get me wrong, you're like a total bad-ass...but, seriously, me?...the future? how far back did you travel from Logan?...tell me, please....

Logan: 44 years from now...2033

Wade: holy shit are you serious?

Logan: I'm always serious

Wade: yeah, I can see that...so what happens to me, 44 years from now?

Logan: you died tonight and everything went to hell, the fact that I'm here means you'll stay alive and God knows we all need you to stay alive...

Wade: ....what? ...and who are you to protect me? who sent you?

Logan: a good friend of ours named Charles

Wade: stop, stop the car, please, you need to explain everything to me, don't leave any detail out, Logan, please stop the car

*Logan stops the car, he and Wade stare at each other*

Wade: *sniffles* is this all tied to the weird dreams I've been having? the nightmares?

Logan: tonight isn't the only night you died Wade...several timelines have been broken, several demons have been sent to kill you through time

Wade: oh God...why am I stuck in some Terminator like nightmare? I was normal before...what happened?

Logan: you were never normal Wade...you and I never were

Wade: who are you to me in the future Logan? my partner in fighting demons?

Logan: I'm your husband...

Wade...my husband?...you? you're my husband?

Logan: ....the future is in our hands Wade...*sighs deeply, sniffles* I lost you several times in the past and future Wade...I can't lose you again...

Wade: *sniffles* gay marriage is legal in the future? *giggles slightly*

Logan: it is...

Wade: oh God...so you're my husband from the future? and we do what? kill demons together? and we're mutants?

Logan: yeah...

Wade: *smiles* I have a husband? *giggles* you're my husband?

Logan: in the future you and I are head over heels in love

Wade: oh wow...

*a loud rustling noise, Logan notices, sniffs*

Logan: wait here Wade...don't get out of the car, please?

Wade: okay...

*Logan gets out of the car, Wade just stares at him, Logan looks around trying to identify the source, it's all quiet, then abruptly a jump scare, Victor/Sabertooth jumps from out of nowhere and tackles Logan, Wade screams, Logan and Victor are fighting each other in the middle of the street*

Wade: oh my God...what the fuck is that thing?!

*Logan's Claws come out and he stabs Victor, Wade gasps and covers his mouth, Logan gets back into the car, his claws go back into his hands*

Wade: what the fuck?!

Logan: I need to find us a hotel

Wade: oh my God this is such a trope

*Logan drives away*

+ to be continued in chapter 2 +