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[cameronhcwes]

HOMICIDE: LIFE ON THE STREET (1993-1999) 2.01 — See No Evil

[inwantofamuse]

Tim Bayliss listens to and absorbs *everything* Frank Pembleton says. The two eps were first season/forth season. In season six he repeats a conversation they had three years before. It is both sweet, and kind of heartbreaking.

“Can I quote you on that?”

[illumistarrr]

tumblr gets a preview of a john munch edit im working on :) !!

[valerie4ever]

this diva!!!!!

[willowmosby]

Hlots as textpost part 16 of ?

[emraldye]

He so pretty it hurts. I want to screeeeeeam

[poisonsage808]

Valentine’s Crash Out

♡ to all my john munch lovers, this one’s for you ♡

“What the hell is this? ‘Roses are red, violets are blue, candy is sweet and so are you’?”

Your eyes barely flash over to the red card held in front of your face, the same one you’d earlier taped onto a small carton of Milk Duds, his current favorite. You knew Munch wouldn’t be wholly appreciative or even have the most positive reaction but you didn’t think he’d be downright pissed over compliments and candy.

“That would be your Valentine’s gift.”

“I can read, thanks, I mean what the hell were you thinking springing this on me! You know I hate Valentines!”

“You don’t celebrate Chritsmas and I don’t celebrate Hunnukah. What’s the big deal?” Struggling not to roll your eyes, you held your palm out as if he’d drop a coherent reply in it.

He scoffs, shaking his head like you’d asked him what the meaning of life is, “The big d—!? The big deal!? We have an anti holiday gift exchange, ok, it’s an arrangement, doll. I get you something for Christmas! This is different. This zealous ‘holiday’ it’s a disease! A scam! Corporate companies preying on the lonely and vulnerable; putting unnecessary pressures on–” John takes a breath to cut himself off and pauses solemnly. His gaze fell to the card before travelling back to you with guilt that almost had you worried, “I didn’t get you anything.”

The admission has you pulling your feet off your desk to sit up but he’s still too distant so you curl your finger to hook him down to your level. Your amusement makes him antsy, his hands jump from his pockets to fuss with his coat as he studies you, trying to figure out what you’re going to say before you can. Smiling, you tap his chin which returns his comforting glare.

“I know you hate Valentine’s, but I don’t. I wanted to get you something, so I did.”

Your honesty turned you into a suspect, he was investigating you intensely like your effortless words didn’t line up with an alibi.

“It can’t be that simple, nothing is. This is a trick isn’t it?” Only beneath the conjecture, John is desperate to believe you. His lips purse to break his wry smile before it can turn genuine. “You’re not gonna hold this over my head the next time we fight? ‘Remember when you didn’t get me anything for Valentine’s Day’?”

You pat his cheek, “Keep it up, we can have that fight right now.”

John snickers and rises to his full height but his step away stutters and he lingers by your desk. You tilted your head, waiting for him to speak his mind like he usually would by now. His brows are pulled together in confusion and the source was still the red card in his hand.

“John?” You prod.

“I, uh,” he wrinkles his nose, rolling his shoulders like he’s trying to shrug off his disbelief, “I never had a Valentine before.”

Four marriages, a long string of ex lovers, a lifetime of adventure and years to go but you got a first out of John Munch after all. Flicking harmlessly at the card, your cocky grin widens.

“Got one now.”

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[jukeboxjunk]

ANDRE BRAUGHER as FRANK PEMBLETON in Homicide: Life on the Street 3x03 “Extreme Unction”

[alikaheroes]

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Wholesome content!

The Homicide detectives having fun in the snow!

Homicide: Life on the Street

Season 3, Episode 8 - December 16, 1994

All Through the House

[stellaraewrites]

Ivy

John Munch x GN!Reader

‘ I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me ’

John grunted as he pulled you out of the car and kicked the door shut with his foot , holding you up by the arm. You had claimed you could handle your liquor, that you were a big girl and didn’t need a babysitter , and he took your word for it. But by your 5th shot you were up on the table doing a hula dance; he was never letting you live that one down.

“I-i can walk!”You shout, slurring your words. He lets go and you drunkenly take a step , but your legs give out and you almost come face to face with the hard sidewalk. John catches you in his arms , rolling his eyes.

“Ouu Munchkin , you’re so strong.”You giggle , ruffling his hair.

“Come on.”He huffs, guiding you up the steps to your apartment and into your home. He pulls your coat and shoes off and carries you bridal style to your bedroom, laying you down on your bed gently.

He heads to the kitchen , grabbing a glass of water that that you’re definitely going to need and sets it down on your nightstand.

He turns to leave when you reach out and grab his hand, the sudden contact makes him flinch.

“Please, lay with me Johnny.”You mumble , eyes still closed. He hesitates , his heart thudding so hard in his chest he fears its might fall out onto the floor . He couldn’t be in such an intimate position with you, he might go mad.

John knew he was hopelessly, irrevocably , wholeheartedly in love with you. He knew it the day he met you, and every day you spent together only reassured that fact. Your laugh , your smile , the way you cared for victims and their families, you could do no wrong.

He hasn’t even seen it coming, and by the time he’d even realized he was in love with you , it was far too late to do anything about it.

He had contemplated telling you, you had a flirty but professional relationship and every now and then you’d say something that would make him think , but he couldn’t tell if you felt the same way about him. He had been hurt so many times he wasn’t sure he could handle another rejection, or the idea of losing your friendship. You were his everything , even if you didn’t know it.

As long as he was quiet about it, he was safe. It didn’t matter if his feelings went unnoticed, as long as he had you. He was beginning to accept the situation for what it was , and this would ruin it. He doesn’t realize he’s been silent for so long until you begin to stir on the bed, whining softly.

Your eyes open slighty , and you look up at him . “Please.” Fuck, you would be the death of him.

He sighs and obliges , kicking his shoes and shedding his own coat before climbing in behind you, but keeping a safe distance. You’re having none of that , you turn and snuggle into his chest. He wraps his arms around you , gently stroking you hair so you’d go back to sleep and he could get up and leave with the last of his restraint.

“John.”you whisper, scooting closer to him and rubbing your head against his chest.

“Yes?” He whispers back , voice cracking.

“I just wanted you to know I love you.” He doesn’t speak for a moment , his breath caught in his throat. For a second he doesn’t even think he’s breathing. Had you actually said it? Was he dreaming? Was it because you were drunk?

Soft snores emerge from your now sleeping body. He looks down and pushes the hair out of your face, kissing your forehead softly. It didnt matter why you said it anymore.

“I love you too.”

✧༺♥༻∞

Ahhh I loved writing this , I was living to Ivy by Frank Ocean and got inspired <3

[detectivebayliss]

hlots fans is this anything

[alikaheroes]

This is when Frank realized Tim’s worthy. I love this so much

requested by @balder12

[illumistarrr]

another mini munchkin edit :3

hes soooo lana del rey

[hlotss]

[nowherelaney]

He looks so pretty even though he also looks miserable

[willowmosby]

H;lots as textposts part 8 of ?