#officer!terry

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Okay to Davion, Ryunosuke, Terry, and Yuji:

Out of all you guys which boyfriend makes the cutest dazed out face when getting pleasure?

@chunibyo-x-sorcerer

The gentlemen blinks hearing the question then looks to one another then away to think of their answers. "Okay, first is why you wish to know? I mean that is private between all of us even that inmate Yuji who is still in his prison cell right now.

"Though for that..it's hard to say.." Davion said but was thinking about it.

~~~~~Rust and Davion~~~~~~~

"Ahhhh ahhhh D...Davion....Davion f..fuck...fuck!!" He was seeing Rust twitching as he was drooling on the pillow taking in the dragon's cock. He was already in their fifth round but Rust was so out of it, he couldn't stop his own hips. But the look no his face was cute.

Hearing his moans were arousing to see him laying there on his back, his hands gripping the sheets. Eyes glowing red while quivering under him. He really was lost to that. That's when he forces him on his knees then slams forward hearing Rust scream out cumming and yet Davion snaps his hips forward as Rust snaps his own back meeting his thrusts.

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"He's got a point. We are not telling you this even if it is indeed private between two people." Ryunosuke said.

~~~~~~Matt & Ryunosuke~~~~~~

"Ahhhh M..Matt t..too rough! Your too r..rough you're going to b..break me!" Ryu was feeling the sharp hits while biting the sheets with his teeth. His eyes were glowing red like Matt's was taking in the cock as he was making him savor it. Though Matt loved this view of him.

"But you love me being rough..I let you do that the last time so it's my turn. Just relax and accept my desires Ryu~" he teased still pounding away as Ryu was clawing the bed now.

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"Again, you anons are getting too nosy for your own good but even so..it's something private." Terry mutters with arms crossed even if his face was flushed as well.

~~~~~~Terry & Sai (Shdwkyz)~~~~~~~~

"Y..Yesssss yes r..right there! Right there! Right there!!" he was bouncing on Terry's lap while clawing his back. The bat was seriously a beast in bed. However, Terry panted still forcing the snake's hips down as he was filling him up.

"M..My mind i..is going b..blank! Your a b..beast! Your going to b..break me!!! I'm going to break!!" he moans drooling as his snake fangs show with his serpentine eyes glowing while taking Terry who was groaning slamming up into him.

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"So...we really won't answer this." Ryu said nervous.

~~Meanwhile with Yuji~~

"Well, I know my two cuties are the best with making faces. So I know they would win." Yuji smiled while petting the two but already had some fun." He snickered knowing they made the cutest faces.

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"I..Itadori s..sama please..please spare...m..me. Please s..slow down!!" Megumi moans out drooling as he feels Yuji slamming his fingers into his hole.

"Please s..spare m..me too..please..I already c..came please...please spare mnngggnmmm!!" Kisho was shaking but he and Megumi was moaning bucking their hips against his fingers while they were seeing Yuji hard but aroused.

"But you two are cute like this...I can't spare you just yet." he teased still fingering them that he rams into their spots hearing cries of desires.

"We have a long night to play.." he teased.

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"But yeah, they are way cuter.." Yuji smiled.

[demon-blood-youths]

Wow, I had no idea Rust nd Sai were that crazy on the officers. I worry about the other officers that is watching some of your members and the others. Do you both enjoy teasing them like that?

@the-silver-peahen-residence Rust and Sai look at each other after hearing the anon's question before laughing and snickering with each other. "Is it bad if we do?" Sai smiles slyly. "Those guys were the ones teasin us first, ya know? Goin bout that they can take care of us and make sure we don't get into trouble cuz of our records." Rust grins. "I mean who wouldn't want to mess with them?" Rust laughs. Said nods, "It started out as business as usual until we decided how far we can tease them until we have them under us."

"Davion was hard to get down." Rust smiles, "I try to take him down so I can touch the pretty sensitive places. He couldn't take it so he made sure I behaved. It helps both of us be in this place. It's a good exercise if ya know what I mean.." Said the blond. ------

"Ah..ah...damn...this is a good workout!" Rust panted as the rouge knight rode the dragon non-stop. Davion is growling underneath while he is being tied up. "Come on. Don't be like that! It's fun for both of us."

"Ah..fuck...Rust..." Davion groaned, closing his eyes as he felt Rust bouncing onto his cock. He feels so great. "I might get tired so let me drink some of your blood. As payback, I can offer some of mine." Rust tells the dragon before he goes to speed up the pace. "After this, you can have me however you like." "Shit...when I do. I make sure you behave, Knight." Davion growls as his eyes glow. Rust grins with a lustful look in his glowing crimson eyes, "I can't wait..." ------- Sai nods, "Same thing with Officer McGinnis, I enjoy his company very much. We started off as light first before further down the rabbit hole. I had him in a lock before biting my fangs into him." Said Sai, revealing snake fangs. "I made him super aroused to where I have him. It was fun. ------ "That's it! Right there, bat!" Sai moans as he makes sure to keep the bat close inside of him while wrapping his legs over his waist as the bat is under his spell, pounding into him non-stop. He made sure to have Terry close to his neck so he could bite him or whatever. Sai moans when Terry bites into him, feeling those fangs. Sai bucks his hips back. Sai is enjoying the pleasure now between them. His cell is a good place for them to release their urges. "Fuck...there! Don't stop! I make sure to give you some of that in return." "Fuck..Sai...you...snake..." "Yeah..I know. But I like you love this, don't you?~" Sai's words are like the temptation to Terry. He couldn't help himself to chase that pleasure as he kept thrusting into that warm tight hole of the snake. "We can go...ah....many rounds if you like. We got all night, my lovely bat~" ----- "That's how we spend our time with them." Sai smiles. Now he thinks about it, he hums, "I also heard that Ink got six officers looking after her. It seems like Mr. Henderson looks like he needs serious help." Sai smirked. Rust nods before blinking, "Oh yeah! Did you hear? Itadori and Fushiguro got assigned to that guy named uh...guy with the red streak in his hair. You know. That guy? Officer...Hash..moto or something?"

"Him? I pity the poor soul. He is about to get eaten up by those two. Those two are what I consider tops. Officer Hashimoto is a...hmmm..what do you call it?" "A sub?" Rust goes to drink some water. "If you present someone that looks ready to eat, no doubt that those two want you. I bet you that they're having fun with him and making him come back to them over and over. Knowing Itadori, he makes sure that his partners feel good. Ask Fushiguro." "Indeed. Fushiguro told me that they use toys to keep the game going." He said. "But anyway...we aren't worried. You see...Ink and Oblivion are good when it comes to officers." Rust grins, "Yeah. I mean...after all..most of the inmates run the join. The officers are like our....um...people we love to hang out with or pass the time in here. Fun times." He grins. "Now you know, anon. That said...we should find the bat and the dragon. I'm up for another round." Said. "Same here!" Rust grins.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

"Spinning The Block" Masterlist

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Officer Jessica "Jess" Sims

Warning(s): 18+, Dual POV, Smut, Romance, Angst, Violence, Plus-Sized Heroine, Semi-Slow Burn, Black Cajun Culture

Summary: What happens when the man you once arrested returns to your troubled town seeking you out for closure after the death of his cousin? That's where Officer Jessica "Jess" Sims finds herself after her past tumultuous run-in with Terry Richmond catches up to her.

Word count: Book Length

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

[dimity-lawn]

[carrtoonfreak]

I love chaos in a boring office setting

[heartsia]

merry christmas ♡ feliz natal!

[pratchettquotes]

There was the sound of shuffling and the click-click of a walking stick, and a bent, elderly figure appeared in the gray, dead, dusty air.

"Groat, sir," it wheezed. "Junior Postman Groat, sir. At your service, sir. One word from you, sir, and I will leap, sir, leap into action, sir." The figure stopped to cough long and hard, making a noise like a wall being hit repeatedly with a bag of rocks. Moist saw that it had a beard of the short, bristled type, which suggested that its owner had been interrupted halfway through eating a hedgehog.

Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

[llumimoon]

Hehehe this was a great way to draw some characters I don’t draw as often! <3

[its-your-girl-geekerella]

Here's a simple math problem:

Psych + The Office = ?

Do you have an answer? Ok, here goes:

Brooklyn 99

[itsbrucey]

Was thinking more about my monster au and if it would have substance or just be " the dads are monsters" and I realized it would be funny if they were monsters from the forgotten realms and got sucked into the normal world to find their sons. Their sons haven't fully hit " monster puberty" or some dumb shit yet so they blend in easier and the dads have to find them in mundane and safe places where they stick out.

Also it would be funny to find out that Henry wasn't always a Harpy but got adopted by harpies as a baby and he kinda. Got magicked into one. Even funnier if Jodie is a demon upon showing up but finds out he's human and has a magical girl transformation to be normal,,,

Also I'm still not over Selkie Ron like Lark cooked so hard with that. My little seal fella,,,, he winds up in an aquarium and had to pretend to be so incredibly normal but ends up stealing a herring bucket.

DIGS NAILS INTO ARMREST. Also Werewolf Darryl transforming by accident bc of emotion..... Naga Glenn trying to hide with dresses and coats ( it does NOT work).

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Hey officer Ryu, Davion, and Terry is that true:

Do most of the inmates you are guarding that bad? I mean, they can't be that bad...can they?

@demon-blood-youths

Terry, Davion, and Ryu looks to see the anon ask this question but the three were silent. They were doing night duty right now but was hesitant to answer.

"What makes you say that?" Davion asked.

"To first say, they inmates here are bad but they do learn to listen if spoken to or ordered to follow orders. They can try anything they want..but they won't win." he said even if he was ignoring the dirty thoughts in his head.

"He's correct. We are guarding our charges for a reason and because Mr. Henderson gave us the mission to do so. We would be sure they are following the rules when needed..even during check up." Terry adds in but he was being quiet looking away.

"......" However, Ryu had no words that made the other two look at him.

"Ryu? You good-"

"I'm fine...though that leaves one question. Didn't you two check on Kisho today? Is he alright? He looked a little feverish."

"..He said he was fine..but I don't know. Do you think those two charges are doing something to him but he can't tell us?" Terry asked.

"I don't know..maybe. But that's what we were warned about; these inmates are dangerous..and we shouldn't fall for anything they will try. For now, we just gotta keep on our guard...and not fall to them." Davion said seeing the other two agree. Though, it was hard when the one inmate keeps teasing, flirting, and doing naughty things for them to hear the sounds they make. The two knew that feeling but Ryu only remains silent not saying a single word.

He didn't know but something about Matt was dangerous but tempting in a way. Like he was asking for him to do something and he seems like the dom type. Was he also a switch too? Shaking his head, he wouldn't think too hard on it. Even if their cheeks were flushed.

[aspiring-creative-person]

Ok just finished monstrous regiment today. I’m gonna dump some of my thoughts, will post fanart sometime this week.

First of all, I’m a little surprised people are shipping Polly and Maladict? Like in my mind there is a significant age gap lol but if you read them closer in age I guess I see it

Ok I know Maladict is canonically a woman but I still read him as a man. Like He/They maybe because who really knows about vampires you know?

Jackrum being a trans man makes sense to me. Literally said “I am your dad now” in more ways than one 😂

Honestly I read Polly as gender fluid? I haven’t seen many people talking about this. Like, there are moments, at least two, where she feels like she’s dressing *up* as a woman, not just dressing *as* a woman, and I guess the end where she tells the girls they can choose might indicate this but also I guess was more there for plot reasons but still.

Ok, also I absolutely love Otto the Vampire?? What a character entrance 😂😂

I haven’t actually read many other discworld books. I wasn’t aware until after I finished this book that some of the side characters in here are major discworld characters, and I’m excited to keep reading it!!

Oh more about Maladict. I also didn’t reread the physical description until the end, and I view him as very short and not actually really skinny like it describes him oops. But it’s too late I already have my image of him. Anyway I love how in discworld the vampires are like, middle aged men, rather than sexy Twilight high schoolers forever 😂😂

Also Igorina is so cute??? I’ll never get over characters who are like aliens or something, enjoying something that tastes bad to other people. It’s always so wholesome 😂

Also Blouse!!! Super fun! I love him. He’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit. And also he is actually really smart! And he sticks up for them when it matters :) Good for him.

Ok I think that’s it for tonight oof

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Spinning the Block Part 1

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Officer Jessica "Jess" Sims

Warning(s): 18+, Angst, Mentions of Racial Tension.

Summary: Jess Sims attempts to pay her respects.

Word count: 3.2K

"Turned into an inconvenience

You only want me when convenient

I know that I could probably block you

But for some reason, I wanna see you

And you know I give a damn about you

You got me sittin' here thinkin' about you

And how your name triggers all my emotions

Into my eyes, into an ocean"

Normani – "Insomnia"

Jessica Sims knew in her heart she had no right to be at Michael Simmons' mother's house.

She'd driven an hour from Shelby Springs into Greenwood carrying a homemade lemon pound cake in the passenger side of her slate gray Dodge Durango. Her mother's recipe had her SUV smelling like fresh butter, sugar, and citrus.

The closer she got to the neighboring town, the tighter her fingers gripped the steering wheel, worrying if she'd see Terry Richmond again. He'd been on her mind for weeks…haunting her. She lost sleep and her nerves were so bad she had to get a prescription for sleeping pills just to function daily. Jess tried every home remedy from chamomile tea to a glass of warm milk before bed to fight insomnia.

Nothing worked.

Each night she crawled between cool sheets and stared at her bedroom ceiling, wishing things were different. Wishing she'd done things differently. Terry's smoldering sea-green eyes always came into focus, taunting her, preventing much needed rest.

When he walked into her police station to file a robbery complaint, she'd believed her department ran a tight ship. Her training had taught her to be fair but firm in following the law by the books. Chief Sandy Burnne had been her mentor, the one who recruited her straight from the police academy. She planned her law enforcement career while in college, joining the police academy a year after graduation. Her family wasn't too keen on the idea, preferring she use the hard-earned sociology degree to get a regular job and start a family like her older brothers. Jess had other plans. She wanted to be the first Black female police chief in Shelby Springs.

Wielding a badge and a gun allowed her to protect her own community. She had a certain charmed way of speaking to people that let them know not to test her, but that she'd hear them out with their problems whether they were in the wrong or right. Her excellent reputation around those parts gave her access to places that would unnerve the average person. She grew up a tomboy running around hunting with her father and brothers, physically fighting anyone who crossed her. She abhorred a bully, and that caused her problems with some of her colleagues that used their badge to sling their dicks around. Jess didn't go along to get along, but she picked her battles carefully to achieve her long-term goal: to run the department herself one day.

Men tested her all the time, and she did her job ignoring the micro and macro aggressions. Chief Burnne always had her back despite the cracker ways he tried to keep under wraps. He came from an era of uneducated Cajun rednecks filling up the department. Nowadays, there were more cops coming onto the force with education, melanin, and sometimes a vagina. A lot of old-school men didn't like that. Chief Burnne didn't either, but he accepted her and showed Jess respect when she did her job well. She impressed him, and he took her under his wing. She never revealed her goals to have his job in the future. Staying quiet, observant, and efficient worked to her advantage. Chief Burnne opened up more that way, spilling his tips on how to handle the job and people his way.

That is…until Terry Richmond showed up.

Jess misread his intentions from the start.

The second he strode into the office, she sensed a cockiness in him that smoldered beneath the surface. Most Black men in Shelby Springs were older and paunchy from a sedentary lifestyle and good Country Cookin', or lean youngsters with hustler's dreams of getting away from small town life. Terry was built strong and muscular, like a brick shithouse. He carried himself different. Spoke with controlled diction. He was a country boy for sure, but one that didn't work around Shelby Springs. She would've noticed his striking looks at the bars or cookouts broadcasting that he was living mighty fine. Employment was good with the new petrochemical plant ten miles away, and the Black community she lived in thrived with folks making good money, something that hadn't happened in over thirty years. Black folks, especially the men, being flush with cash and a pride about themselves irritated the white community. Negroes were acting a little too uppity lately. Buying new cars and scooping up property. Getting their homes built from scratch. Purchasing big fishing boats to use on Lake Tremblay. Sending their kids to college.

Tensions erupted in bars, public gatherings, and even football games at the local high school whenever white and Black people mingled in the same spaces. That's where Jess worked her magic. If she caught word of trouble brewing, she'd make a phone call to family and friends, giving a warning about police sweeps and rednecks making a commotion. The community grapevine activated and her people acted accordingly to stay far from trouble.

When it was her time to do patrols, Jess stayed visible in the white areas a lot. Her paternal great-granddaddy Adelore Seraphin was a fiery white Cajun who never married her great-grandmother, so she never gave their only child, Jess's granddaddy, his surname. The Sims family were proud Black Cajuns who turned their nose up at white trash. Adelore was considered trash because he wouldn't divorce his wife to marry Zema Sims. There was something about her Paw Paw's wife not giving him a divorce on account of them being Catholic. Granny Zema was an African Methodist and didn't give a damn about what Catholics thought about divorce. Paw Paw left that white lady and built Granny Zema a house to show that he was for real about building a life and family with her. So that's what they did. The white wife kept the marriage title, but Granny Zema kept the man.

It was a scandal, and as far as her Paw Paw was concerned, his only issue was that he didn't want that other woman to get part of his pension. She never did because she died before him, a bitter alcoholic, still screaming about the Black bitch that stole her husband. Technically, Granny Zema didn't steal him. She had him first, but back in their time, they couldn't get married because of miscegenation laws. So they broke up and Paw Paw married the white woman…and lived miserably. He started tipping out and one thing led to another. Jess's granddaddy, Hebert Sims, was born.

Jess's connection to Adelore Seraphin meant she had white Cajun relatives all up and down Shelby Springs. The kin on that side, who knew the family tree had an extra dark branch, tolerated Jess when she made patrols or answered calls of domestic disturbances in that section of town. Nothing on her screamed Seraphin except for her eyes. She had Paw Paw's discerning eyes. So did her daddy. She moved in the world like a Sims, but them pale kinfolk recognized her as the great-granddaughter of that trouble-making Seraphin behind her back. That gave Jess intimate knowledge of how outsiders perceived the proud, flourishing Black community. Trouble.

So when Terry Richmond rode his fine ass into Shelby Springs, he was already a problem before Lann clipped him with the police cruiser.

When he sat down in front of her while she typed in his descriptions of who robbed him, his tone was confident. His demeanor crafty. She was shocked that he recorded their conversation, equally shocked by Chief Burnne's sudden aggression toward him. Lann was an asshole to everyone, overcompensating for some deep-rooted male insecurity. Her first thought was that the Chief might've known something about Terry that she didn't, and she expected to be filled in on the matter. Drug couriers were a thing within small towns, and it wasn't above suspicion that drug runners would use a decoy disguise to pretend they were regular citizens going about their day. She went back and forth in her mind about Terry's reason for carrying so much cash in a backpack on a bike. It looked and sounded suspicious, especially with the drug busts they'd done a few months previously on the bridge during a police chase. She had picked up her own distant white kin at his house, the run-down place full of meth and illegal fentanyl. Opioid use was up. Drug dealers were racking up millions transporting that cash economy and product moving across state lines in Louisiana grew. Chief Burnne's own nephew had died of a drug overdose ten years ago, so anything that had a whiff of drug activity got his hackles up.

That was the hard line story they fed Jess for five years as she accepted civil forfeitures as a necessary part of police work. Portions of white and Black men from Shelby Springs and other bordering towns thrived in the drug trade. Sex trafficking, too. Her department prided itself on breaking the supply chain.

It had all been a lie.

Chief Burnne's lie. His department…his rules.

Jess had been inadvertently complicit.

A rule follower, and a staunch believer in the church of right and wrong, she turned a blind eye to activity that should've raised suspicions. Instead, she quietly looked out for her people on the domestic front, dousing potential flames of racist attacks, especially with all the MAGA crowd flaunting their bigotry and jealousy. Jess was more worried about racist attacks happening. Red necks were openly riding around in trucks carrying lynching ropes with right-wing slogans for bumper stickers. The south was always going to be the south, and America was always going to be America…the United Racists of America.

Jess literally couldn't be bothered if suspicious men passing through town carrying ridiculous amounts of cash got hemmed up. She damn well wouldn't coddle grown ass Black men if they got busted for doing crimes. Her daddy instilled in her a strong bullshit detector for her dealings with that.

"Sweetheart, Black men have to decide for themselves if they want to do right in the world. Black women can't keep the cape on forever, or come running with mops and brooms to clean up their messes. If Black women can get up every day and build up their community in the same terrible conditions as us, then they gotta stop babying these men who tear it down. There's no excuse for a Black man not wanting better for himself or his people. We done come too damn far to be the new terrorists against our own women and children."

Jess listened well. Applied it to Terry.

Something in her gut knew something wasn't right, but she didn't want to put herself out for some stranger who might've been tearing people's lives apart transporting thirty-six thousand dollars in cash. Black people always suffered the most with drug addiction and drug crime because of generational poverty and the predators who took advantage of that. Terry could've been lying to cover his ass for a drug cartel. She didn't know him, didn't know who his people were. He came into her life that day and turned it upside down. The only silver lining she clung to in the end was that she saved his life twice. Once when Officer McGill almost blasted him with a rifle when Terry dragged Marston behind a cruiser to safety. Jess slammed her hand on the weapon. McGill looked shell-shocked by the turn of events. She felt the same. Her boss had shot a fellow officer and made a speech to them all about how he would cover it up. If Chief Burnne harmed a white man that easily, he wouldn't blink twice before taking her out. The second time was when she carried out a PIT maneuver and knocked Burnne away from Terry, providing his last escape. The death of his cousin and the treatment he received in Shelby Springs were irredeemable. All she hoped for was peace in her own mind that she acted on the right side of judgement.

Jess followed her SUV's navigation system and pulled onto a street full of cars parked everywhere. She passed by Rosa Simmons' single family brick house with a large manicured lawn. Mourners milled about the front and the entrance door was wide open. After all the legal and medical inquiries, along with the criminal investigation, it took the Simmons' family three weeks to get Mike's body returned for burial.

She parked two blocks away and smoothed out her most subdued black sheath dress. It was plain and appropriate for the occasion. She carried the pound cake in a round Tupperware container and listened to her kitten heels click-clack on the narrow sidewalk. Her stomach churned, nearing the home.

"Hi..hello…hiya doin'?" she said, passing people she didn't know on the walkway to the house.

Heads nodded at her with sorrowful eyes and stooped body postures. The atmosphere inside the modest home was thick with heartache. Jess contemplated doing a pivot right back outside, but an older woman in her fifties with short-clipped hair sitting on a recliner noticed her.

Mike's mother, Rosa.

"My condolences, Mrs. Simmons," Jess whispered.

She didn't want to bring attention to herself and stepped forward, past a throng of people carrying plates of sliced ham, potato salad, and baked beans.

"Thank you for coming…oh you brought something, how thoughtful."

Rosa stood up.

"I can take that," Rosa said.

"Ma'am, I can put it with the other food."

"Mm-hmm, yes, the dining room table is right back there. Did you go to school with my Michael?"

"No, ma'am. I knew him from somewhere else. I'll put this away."

"Okay, baby. Fix yourself a plate while you're in there."

"Thank you."

Jess's eyes darted away and took in the other mourners. Her heart thumped a triple rhythm. It was best to put the cake on a table and leave. The stress of feeling like a traitor to her own wore on her nerves.

Delicious odors of soul food guided her nose to the dining room. The dining table could've buckled under the weight of so much food. Folks old and young helped themselves to fried chicken, crawfish, turnip greens, gooey macaroni and cheese, and a pot filled with smoked chiltlins.

She pushed a crock pot of brown gravy aside to make room for her cake next to a half-eaten sweet potato pie.

"Who let this woman in here?!"

A light brown woman with soft, shoulder-length curls glared at Jess, her lips curled into an angry snarl. Everyone looked at Jess curiously, wondering what was going on.

"Mama! Who let this dirty cop into our house?"

Rosa rushed into the dining room. Jess held out her hands.

"I just wanted to give my condolences—"

"You're the reason my brother is dead! Who let her in? Who?!" Mike's sister screamed.

The anguish in her voice brought tears to Jess's eyes.

"I'm sorry…everyone, I'm sorry…Mrs. Simmons…"

In her peripheral, Jess noticed Terry coming from a back room wearing a dark suit. She ran away as fast as her kitten heels could carry her. She knocked into people and brushed past other family members on her way out the door.

"Jess!"

Terry's deep baritone called to her, and she pumped her legs faster. Reaching the car, she fumbled for her key fob and unlocked the SUV. She jumped in and Terry banged on her window.

"I'm sorry I came. I didn't mean to upset your family," she said, starting her vehicle.

"Roll down your window."

His commanding eyes stared right through her. She rolled her window down partially. Wiping tears away from her cheeks, she faced her front window, unable to look at him.

"I know it wasn't easy for you to come here."

She shook her head, and a violent sob choked her throat.

"Listen…give me your number. I'd like to speak with you about all of this… at a better time—"

"No…this was a mistake…I'm sorry…I have to go—"

"Fucking bitch!"

Mike's sister threw Jess's cake on the car. The Tupperware container burst open and the pound cake crumbled all over the hood.

"Livia! Stop!"

Terry walked toward his cousin, and she ran from him toward the sidewalk. Other family members had followed them to watch the scene. Jess's stomach sank to the floor of her car.

"You did this to Mike! You goddamn greedy cops sent my brother to die and I fucking hate you! Get outta here, you murdering bitch!"

Livia picked up a heavy rock and threw it at the passenger side window, fracturing the tempered glass. Terry lifted his cousin up by the waist and carried her away. Jess drove off quickly. Cake crumbs fell away from her hood and she screeched her tires with a hasty exit.

She didn't hold back on crying, allowing her tears to wash away the shame and embarrassment.

Back in Shelby Springs, she paced the floors inside her house, drinking whiskey, and pondering her fate. Mike's burial was only the start of her troubles. Next came a lawsuit Terry filed against her department. It would probably finally bankrupt them like the last legal settlement they paid almost did. With the dashcam evidence, plus her, Summer, and Marston's testimony, Terry was sure to win a large payout. Her career was in jeopardy, and their department possibly disbanded.

She downed a half glass of Uncle Nearest whiskey and looked at her black dress. The audacity of her showing up in Greenwood thinking she could dip in and out without consequences.

Jess had to face her part in Terry's life being traumatized forever. Losing her job was a small price to pay for his lifetime of pain.

She leaned her head against her living room window in the dark and watched a swarm of fireflies do a light dance outside. Her grandfather used to say seeing fireflies brought good luck. Jess desperately needed that to be true.

Crawling into bed with her dress still on, Jess stared at her ceiling again, semi-drunk and all cried out. She thought about Terry calling out her name and running after her. He didn't sound mean or angry when he spoke to her briefly. Asking for her number surprised Jess, because…why? What could they talk about that would fix the wide valley between them? Maybe he wanted to yell at her too, get his justified anger off his chest. She deserved it.

Jess curled into the fetal position and thought of Terry. Even in mourning, he looked handsome in his suit. For the first time in weeks, she fell into a deep sleep without having to use medication.

Part 2 HERE.

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[dimity-lawn]

[elbowstuff]

Sorry for neglecting you my Tumblr folks… have a big Scott dump

[bruciemilf]

I think the best secret alliance Terry could make isn't with the OG Commissioner Gordon but with Martinez.

Nobody needed to be the world's greatest detective to know how a Britney Spears playlist made its way into Terry's spotify. Also, Martinez tells the best stories.

Martinez: Wanna hear about the time the commish punched the bat in the face?

Terry: Spill.

Martinez and Bruce's dynamic is so underrated, throw Terry in there and it's the perfect storm.

Martinez: One time he stepped on a bug while we were on patrol and cried for two hours

Terry: That's nothing, I found him having a funeral for a roadkill that wasn't even his. He had a priest and everything

Martinez: thought he was Jewish

Terry: he is, he wasn't sure if the raccoon was