#THE HOMICIDE COP SCENE ESPECIALLY

[darylssunshine]

currently and also perpetually thinking about season four daryl

[vampirebloodie]

Playing Dangerous | Mark Hoffman x Reader

Summary: An interrogation by Hoffman makes the two of you playing a dangerous and fiery game inside his cop car

Warning: NSFW Smut 18+, creampie, masturbation, oral sex (f on m), daddykink, unprotected sex, age gap!

You were being investigated for being suspected of being an apprentice of the serial killer Jigsaw, well, the police were right about that accusation, but anyway they didn't have enough evidence to send you behind bars. Instead they sent a detective who was on the case to talk to you, homicide detective Mark Hoffman, you didn't know him personally yet, but John had been keeping an eye on him for some time due to some mistakes he made.

You set a trap just as John had requested, but somehow something went wrong and ended up causing an explosion that quickly caught the attention of nearby authorities, you managed to escape but left behind a personal item that unfortunately was not consumed by the flames and through it they found your DNA from your marked fingers.

The police sent you to a small room to wait until he arrived, you were bored as you listened to the clock on the wall, until you heard the sound of footsteps and soon the door was opened revealing who the much talked about detective was, he was better than you imagined, he wasn't as tall, but he had strong arms, large hands and a serious expression on his face, in addition to being clearly much older than you, which made you instantly attracted.

“Y/n, im detective Mark Hoffman.”

He entered the room where there was only a table and two chairs, he sat in front of you.

“I’m Y/n, but you already know that”

"Yeah, i know."

He said as he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, showing off his toned arms and big hands, making your mouth water. He noticed you looking and twisted his neck. Was he married?

“How do you feel, y/n?”

“Well, im a little shaken but im fine, thanks for asking”

You smiled.

“Well, you know why you’re here, you know about the accusations, don’t you?”

You sighed.

“I know, i wouldn't do a thing like that. That’s for sure.”

“You were there when it all happened and at the scene of the crime.”

“It was just a coincidence, the house was already on fire, i swear, im not a liar”

“How could i believe that?”

“Everybody knows that im a good girl, officer”

“I don’t know you well enough to believe you’re a good girl.”

“I can prove to you that im a good girl, officer...”

You noticed him licking his lips and thought you could emerge victorious from the situation, but soon you heard the noise of the handcuffs holding your hands.

“Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?”

“You can ask your lawyer about that tomorrow, come on.”

He got up from the chair and pulled you out of the room, the hallways were empty, it was night and there were probably just the two of you there at the police station.

“Tell me do you always work alone so late?”

You tried to bring up a topic as you walked to a cell.

“More than you think, i have a lot of work to do. Especially with people like you.”

You ignored the offense and noticed him trying to hide his gaze at your body now that you were no longer behind that table, the police caught you in the middle of the night, you were already asleep, so you ended up wearing just a red lace nightgown, a robe and shoes, it would even be funny if it weren't tragic.

“Gosh, im a little shy staying here in my night gown, im so sorry officer”

You pouted, pretending to be sad.

“I think you should talk less and walk more.”

He opened the cell with a key and made you go in there, before he could close it and leave you called him again after noticing his hands one last time, he took a deep breath. You knew he was starting to get annoyed.

“Officer, do you have a girl? i don't see a ring on your finger”

You asked with a dirty smile on your face and he looked at his fingers before looking at you again.

“As i said, i have a lot of work, so no. You should rest, good night, Y/n”

He turned his back to leave.

“Well that's interesting, have you ever thought of dating a younger girl?”

He turned around again and you opened your silk robe, revealing your short nightgown.

“What do you want with me, girl?”

“I've been bad, i've been wrong, playing a dangerous game. But now i wanna play with you.”

He ran his hands over his face, you knew he was one step away from not resisting anymore. You walked up to him again, placing your mouth close to his ear.

“Let's get in the back of your cop car, officer. There you can ask me anything you want anything, anything”

You whispered. Before you could have any kind of reaction, he kissed you, his mouth was so soft and your sweet lipstick made everything got better, his mouth kissed your neck leaving a lot of marks, his hands pulled you out of the cell again, you walked with quick and rough steps to the police station parking lot, where Hoffman practically threw you into the police car, you groaned at the impact.

“You’re going to regret teasing me, slut.”

He threatened and you laughed, but soon let out a moan of pain when you felt his hands grab your hair tightly, pulling your head back, his hand grabbed your chin, making you face him.

“Don’t think im joking, Y/n.”

“You don’t seem to be, officer”

You pulled your head back, taking his hand off your chin, pushing him, which made him get more angry and tighten his hold on your hair, making you let out another moan of pain. You couldn't deny it, you were loving his aggressive way against you.

“You’re going to prove that you’re a good girl, hm?”

“Yes, i am, daddy”

He ran his finger across your lips and smiled sideways, he liked the way you had just called him, you licked his finger.

"Yea? So be a good girl, you know what i want.”

He made a small caress on your cheek.

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

“Yes, daddy.”

You spoke and saw his blue eyes darken with excitement. He uncuffed your hands, Hoffman sat in front of you and you started to undo his pants, you could already feel how hard he was, pulling down his underwear his member practically jumped in your face, he pulled your head down and you grabbed his dick and started making movements masturbating him, Hoffman was breathing heavily and you could already feel your insides starting to get wet. You ran your tongue along the entire length, wetting it before putting it all in your mouth and starting to suck, listening to Mark's low moans. Your saliva ran all over his cock, from the head to his balls. Luckily the vehicle was a larger size than normal, which didn't make you two so cramped and uncomfortable.

Mark grabbed your hair and started to fuck your mouth quickly and moved his hips up several times, you felt his member hitting your throat, making you feel nauseas, tears covered your face and the worn makeup stained your skin. The detective enjoyed watching his suffering while pleasuring him.

“That’s it, little bitch. Suck it properly, hm?”

When Mark felt that he was close to cumming, he removed his cock from your mouth and pulled you by your arms, placing you against the window with your back to him, you moaned when your body hit the glass, his big hands roamed your body until you reached your ass, where he pulled your nightie up and pulled down your panties, Hoffman's long, thick fingers caressed your pussy and clit before pushing themselves inside your core, you gasped when he began to move them quickly, making a wet sound due to your high natural lubricity.

“A-ah, Mark”

You moaned and screamed when you felt a hard slap on your ass, which had definitely left the mark of his hand.

“Mark no.”

“Sorry, daddy”

He rubbed the head of his cock against your wet entrance for a few seconds before sinking fully inside you, making you scream due to the burn of his huge cock opening your tight insides. His hand went to your neck, starting to squeeze and holding your breath.

“That slut can handle everything, yea? You’re daddy’s good girl, hm?”

He said as he moved roughly inside you, the sound of his balls hitting your inner thighs, his free hand squeezing your flesh, where he would probably leave bruises for the next few days. You couldn't respond due to the lack of air that was turning your face a purple shade, Mark let go of your neck giving you space to breathe, he pulled you and placed you against the bench, leaving you upright, he took your right leg and placed it on top of the backseat headrest, leaving you completely open to him.

Hoffman thrust himself into you again, pressing your head against the bench and thrusting inside you again, his fingers began to massage your clit, you were almost crying from so much excitement as you moaned against the bench, Hoffman pulled your hair back making your back hit his chest while he held your leg to keep you still open.

Your stomach contracted and you squeezed him inside you tightly, the head of his cock hit your G-spot over and over again, feeling his legs tremble and yours too, with a scream you came on Mark's cock which he hadn't finished yet and he continued pushing inside you, you felt like you could pass out at any moment, Hoffman growled before you felt his liquid filling you completely, leaving your insides hot. You both caught your breath and he pulled out of you, your legs gave way and he caught you before you fell to the floor of the car.

“Now you’re going to answer my questions, cunt.”

[judgementdaysunshine]

Cuffs

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: You end up having some fun with your co worker Rhea after a long shift

Pic credits to @romanthereigns

You're brought out of your thoughts of looking at crime scene photos of your recent case when you see someone set a cup of coffee and a chicken wrap on your desk looking up to see Rhea smiling sweetly as she walks away. She was a local cop in your precinct while you were a detective in the homicide and sex crimes unit but god no matter how hard you tried you could never keep your eyes off her especially whenever she was in her uniform that only made her more beautiful and attractive than she was on her own feeling heat churn in your gut as you sip on the warm coffee working on paperwork when you feel someone watching you looking to see her watching you at the doorway looking to see that your shift was finally over in five minutes finishing paper work before grabbing your things and walking out the door to walk to the bus stop saying goodnight to everyone and rhea but she stops you as you begin the four block walk "Let me take you home I know your car is messed up baby" the nickname makes your heart skip a beat as you get in her car. The two of you talk in between random music playing on the radio until the car stops in an abandoned parking lot feeling her hand caress your face as your face was a rosy pink and it only grows bright red as she leans closer to you "I just can't help myself anymore not only when I noticed how you react around and look at me but also today with these clothes I don't wanna hide how I feel for you" your lips meet softly before the kiss grew frantic leading to her driving to your house where things grew more heated raising a brow when she grabs her cuffs as she takes her shirt off drooling at the sight of her in a red bra and underwear before she handcuffs your hands together after stripping you down to your strapless lavender bra and matching underwear smiling sweetly before she was sucking at your collarbone whimpering as she slowly kisses down your body until she was at the end of the bed eating you out with your cuffed hands squeezing the pillow moaning as she took turns eating you out and fingering you. You see your cuffs on the nightstand grabbing them as she straddles over you quickly and somehow cuffing her hands carefully removing the cuffs off your hands since they weren't on tightly quickly returning the favor unable to control your reactions to her moans that sounded like heaven leading to hickies being sucked on each other and cuffing your hands together scissoring slowly picking up the pace leaving you whimpering and moaning in her shoulder until both of you were trembling pressed together sharing soft open mouthed kisses before uncuffing each other showering together holding each other with more tender kisses in between smiling as presses kisses along your collarbone before you were both asleep molded together waking up the next morning and meeting up for breakfast after she changes back at her place smiling when you see her in a button up and jeans while you wore a baby pink blouse with a white blazer and matching pants thankful that you both had the rest of the day off.

[sage-nebula]

I'm on the third case of AAI2 now (for the first time ever, so no spoilers thank you), and I think that -- at least so far -- I agree with the consensus I've seen that it's a better game than AAI1. Note that I still do NOT agree that AAI1 is a bad game or hard to get through; I think that people are way too harsh on it, especially when they call it the worst game in the Ace Attorney series. (That dishonor goes to SoJ, in my humble opinion, and you cannot change my mind on that.) But I think I know why the cases, at least so far, flow better in AAI2 and why they're easier to feel invested in, in comparison to AAI1. As in, not only can I say, "here is what the narrative problem is," but I think I can say, "here is why this narrative problem exists."

So, I don't know how many people in the fandom today know this, especially since people join the fandom anew all the time, but I think it was . . . fairly common knowledge? fourteen years ago when AAI1 first came out. (And good god the fact that it came out fourteen years ago . . . hello darkness my old friend . . .) The "it" I'm referring to is that when it was first conceived, Ace Attorney: Investigations was not meant to be a game starring Miles Edgeworth. Instead, Ema Skye was meant to be the primary protagonist. You were meant to play as her, investigating crime scenes with all of her forensics tools, talking to witnesses, et cetera.

However, executives at Capcom worried that the game would not sell very well, because Ema Skye wasn't seen as a very popular character. At the time, the only game she had featured in as a main character was AJAA, and before that she'd only appeared in 1-5 -- a case that was only included in the DS version of the first game (and subsequent re-releases after that). So at some point in the development process, the decision was made to scrap Ema as the main character and replace her with Edgeworth, since he was one of the most popular characters in the franchise aside from Phoenix himself, and so they felt that even if the concept alone didn't excite fans, the idea of playing as Edgeworth would.

Now, I don't know if it was ever revealed when in the development process this was made. But having just replayed AAI1 in preparation for playing AAI2 for the first time (because although I've been a fan of the series since 2007, I always held off on playing the fan translation of AAI2 and avoided spoilers in the vain hope that it would one day receive an official localization -- and look, it paid off!!), I have to say that I feel like it was after at least a good chunk of the cases were written. At the very least, when the majority of them were outlined. Because here is the thing about the cases in AAI1: You could replace Edgeworth as the main character, and almost nothing about the stories themselves would change.

Let's review the court record, shall we?

Case 1: Edgeworth goes to his office late at night to discover that a cop has been murdered there. First Gumeshoe, then Maggey is accused of having done the deed. Yes, it's Edgeworth finding the body in his office -- but it could have just as easily been Ema being called to Edgeworth's office as the investigator when he called the police because he found the body there. Instead of Edgeworth investigating the crime scene, it would have been Ema instead. If the game was set right after she failed her forensics exam (which would make sense! I can't remember if we were told when in Ema's life this would take place), then she could have been assigned as a rookie working under Gumshoe in the homicide unit. Either way, very little would have to change here.

Case 2: A murder happens on an airplane, and Edgeworth is accused of being the murderer. He has to prove his innocence. Again, this case has absolutely zero personal ties to Edgeworth. Even though Franziska shows up and she does know him due to the fact that they grew up together, that only gives us some fun interactions that we instead could have with Ema either having previously met Franziska when she was studying in Europe, or meeting her for the first time. Either way, perhaps this flight was Ema's flight back to the States from Europe (or back to Japan from the States in the Japanese version), rather than a trip back to the States from Europe for Edgeworth for his own "foreign legal system studies." You could swap Ema for Edgeworth and nothing would change.

Case 3: Edgeworth agrees to help Mr Amano rescue his kidnapped son, gets taken hostage himself and then realizes that someone got murdered. Edgeworth's reason for wanting to help Mr Amano is that Mr Amano helped him get in with foreign governments to study their legal systems, which . . . never made a lot of sense to me, to be honest. How does he do that if not through criminal means? But you know what would make sense? If Mr Amano bankrolled Ema's education in Europe after Lana went to prison, because all the Skye sisters had was each other and perhaps they didn't have very much money, but Amano was hoping that he could use funding Ema's education as a way to blackmail Lana when she got out of prison, and Ema -- not realizing that's why he was doing it -- took him up on the offer, and thus felt gratitude to him and wanted to help him find his kidnapped son. Badabing badaboom, we still get the same case, with just slightly changed backstory reasons because Edgeworth's "personal stakes" in this case really weren't that personal.

Case 4: This is the only case in AAI1 that seemed like it was written for Edgeworth personally, what with the appearance of Manfred von Karma, little Franziska, and the origin of why Gumshoe is so loyal to Edgeworth. This one clearly had the most work done on it to make sure that it fit in an Edgeworth game, and it's probably why most (including myself) regard it as the best case in the game. But I still feel that most of the changes are superficial. Because when you get down to it, the case still isn't about Edgeworth, even though it was his first attempt at prosecuting a case. The case was about Kay, Calisto, Byrne, and Badd. Edgeworth and Franziska were simply there to provide flavor text and investigate. It could have just as easily been a case where you played as Lana Skye with baby Ema as the assistant, perhaps shortly after Lana switched to being a prosecutor (if that worked with the timeline; maybe Lana would have still been a detective, I'd have to go back and look at it). Instead of Gumshoe, it could have been Neil or Jake Marshall under fire, or even Angel Starr. It could have been Damon Gant instead of Manfred von Karma, so on and so forth. Yes, it was Edgeworth's "attempted first case," but not in a way that really mattered for him. Not in a way that couldn't have been very easily written for someone else.

Case 5: Edgeworth goes to the embassy with Kay to see if Calisto Yew will show up; she does, a guy gets murdered, and they bring down the smuggling ring with the help of some others. Once again and for great emphasis, Edgeworth could have easily been replaced with Ema in this case and nothing would have changed, because there were no personal emotional stakes for Edgeworth in this story. And that could very well possibly be because it wasn't originally written to be his case, but Ema's case. But then they had to change it, and they changed it just enough to make it "his" case, but not enough to make it really his case.

Now, to be clear: there's nothing wrong with having the main plot of an Ace Attorney game not revolve around the lead attorney. The original trilogy of games really isn't about Phoenix. The only game in the trilogy that could arguably be about him in any way is the first one, and even then, it's only really about him in the sense that it's about him fighting to save Edgeworth. Otherwise, the original trilogy is very much about the Fey clan, and that actually does start in the main trilogy, where we meet Mia and Maya, and learn about Misty Fey's disappearance during the DL-6 incident. (Cue music and picture of That Damned Elevator.) Phoenix is there so that we can experience that story as a result of his relationships with Mia, Maya, and Pearl. Yeah, it's his name on the game box, but it ain't about him.

But the problem with the cases in AAI1 is that they were clearly written with a different protagonist in mind at some point -- namely, Ema -- and then they had to be changed. And they were changed only just enough so that they end up feeling generic, "you could slot anyone in here and it wouldn't make much of a difference." As I showed above, you could put the originally conceived protagonist in AAI1 and nothing of any significance would change. The only one that would have to change to any degree is the fourth case, and even then, the main plot would stay the same. As a result, there's a certain feeling of disconnect between the protagonist and the cases, and we as the player feel a degree of disconnect ourselves.

(Of course, this could have been fixed had they allowed AAI1 to properly be Kay's story, as arguably should have been, instead of restricting her appearances so heavily as they did -- but that's a discussion for another day.)

So all in all, while I know that there are some who blame the change in lead writer for why AAI1 has narrative struggles, I think that this is the real reason: it wasn't supposed to be a game focused on Miles Edgeworth, yet was forced to be partway through development, and the hasty switch led to a game that wasn't quite sure what it was supposed to be. There's a narrative disconnect as a result, and it's a problem that -- at least as far as I've played -- doesn't exist at all in AAI2.

Again, I am only on Case 3. But so far in AAI2, it is impossible to see this as anything but a Miles Edgeworth focused game. To be fair, the first case is not as personally tied to him; it does take place on Gourd Lake, and there is flavor text about the boat shop if you examine the sign; but missable flavor text does not a deep personal connection make. The first case, tutorial that it is, doesn't feel like it was written for him, and thus could have the same disconnect as the cases in the first game.

But the second case flips that all on its head. We meet an associate from the law firm that Edgeworth's father owned, Eddie Fender. We start to learn more about Edgeworth's childhood, about his father, and he's extended an offer to quit being a prosecutor and to instead go back to work at the practice that his father started -- the one that still bears his own name above the door. (And I'll be honest, it hurts that it's a foregone conclusion that he won't do it; part of me wants so badly for him to.) Then in the third case, which I've only just begun, we play as his father investigating his very last case -- the case where he got Manfred von Karma the penalty that von Karma murdered him for, and then took Miles so that he could turn him into the Demon Prosecutor.

Cases 2 and 3 couldn't have been written for another protagonist. And it makes sense, doesn't it? Because going into AAI2, they knew from the get-go that this was going to be a game featuring Miles Edgeworth as the protagonist. As such, all of the cases could be tailored to him. They could incorporate his backstory and history in much deeper, more meaningful ways. They didn't have to make what were essentially, for him, a game full of third cases that were interesting, but didn't do anything too deep for him. Again, that doesn't excuse how Kay was treated, since AAI1's story should have been about her in the same way that the original trilogy was really about the Fey clan instead of Phoenix -- but it does still explain why AAI1's cases felt like such filler, whereas AAI2's cases don't. It explains why AAI2's cases feel like they have so much more weight, so much more to lose your mind over in terms of lore and foreshadowing for things that you know are to come after the flashback case concludes. Because unlike with AAI1, they had a clear idea of what they were doing from the start, with no need to change protagonists partway through production.

Anyway, I'm not finished with AAI2 yet, so who knows; maybe it will do something that will massively disappoint and infuriate me and my entire opinion will change. But these are my thoughts right now. Once again, please do not spoil me on ANYTHING regarding Investigations 2, because I have never played it before and avoided all spoilers for all these years because I was just that dedicated to my fantasy of an official localization, thank you.

[hexenfer]

I have this maybe crazy theory about Ton Kla.

So in this scene Ton Kla is mourning his cat. I don't know why, but since the first time I watched this scene, I thought that either Ton Kla or his little brother had killed the cat. Now I'm leaning more over Ton Kla, since he's the hooded figure imo. Maybe he passed from animals to people, as some serial killers do... It's also peculiar how he mourns/feels sadness. Only in one scene we see him cry. He's at the morgue and he has just identified his brother's corpse. It might be a stretch, but he is in a semipublic space and maybe he feels he has to put up scene (similarly to what might have happened while he was burying the cat). Especially in all the other scenes where he was displaying some degree of sadness, it didn't look like he was actually feeling it. For example, he didn't seem that touched from his cat's passing. He didn't talk much about his relationship with the cat, but from the few things he said he seemed to care about it, or to care enough not to bury it at home. With that I don't mean that he has to cry for every single misfortune, but in that scene he seemed to focus more on the fact that Korn was talking to him than anything else. In 3/4 of his scenes my boy was having fun either with Korn or Win. Apart from the first scene with Korn, in all others and especially in those with the cop he was going through a rough time (his brother's homicide and Korn's absence). I'm a nobody to judge, but going at it doesn't truly sounds like the healthiest way to cope with grief or abandonment ('cause that's what Korn has done). I understand that pleasure = endorphins = happiness, still it isn't really the first thing that comes to mind... It's also true that everyone deals with this kind of emotions differently, so perhaps it's just my perception.

[marcusrobertobaq]

List your Gavin headcanons, I am now curious

I suck at headcanons but these are the cop headcanons I was talking about:

Gavin joined the force around 10yrs before when we meet him in the game

Back in patrol he used to be rough with suspects even if he knew they were innocent, y'know the ego, never admitting he's wrong and shit. The use of force is a bit over the limit too, throwing people on the ground when ain't that necessary, pinning on the wall, car hood and shit. Your average police brutality metaphor.

Always an escalating prick: if he can make the environment kinda tense he will, with authoritative and sometimes sarcastic tones. He also tends to joke about the suspect behind 'em back, calling 'em idiot and shit like this.

On scene he used to make questionable jokes with his pals (that were like him) when with a suspect detained or arrested especially if related to DUI.

His superior on Patrol Unit used to be "corrupt" too so he was always kinda backed up cuz although he was an asshole he got things done and u know what cops think about some types of suspect, especially the hostile ones

If he can go for his gun he gonna go for his gun and gonna point it in your face.

Although Gavin could be considered a corrupt cop for having power trips dude knows the laws, the thing is he does what he thinks that needed to be done to make the wheels turn. I'd say he got his own laws.

When going to clubs or bars things almost always ended up in conflicts or fighting and i'd say even if he took a beat mf gave it back doesn't matter if the mf is a 2m bodybuilder. Ofc mf drop the "cop card" to put people in 'em place. This habit continues to this day

For some reason I believe Reed been a detective for at least 4 years when we meet him. He thought about trying SWAT before or even K9 (mf love dogs, hunter dogs) but found himself in financial related crimes division, later in major crimes like homicide. He liked the detective even tho was a hell of work and u couldn't have peace. But it's a popular area to try building a career.

Dude's kinda interested in firearms.

He's still got the habit of joking even on the most gruesome crime scenes. It's like things don't impact him that much to the point if he discovered something he didn't like about the victim he would joke about 'em death

He got a damn of a dirty mouth esp when not inside the station and he can be disrespectful in some moments

He's known ass Det. Asshole in his division. Dude's always sarcastic and arrogant, and wanting mfs to laugh or agree with him. Some actually pretend being in the circle but still think dude's an asshole and invasive sometimes, especially the women.

He'll often make homophobic and transphobic jokes especially if he wanna piss someone off - mostly about men, if fruity or too feminine or trans women that looks "kinda masculine". Nothing personal, tho.

If the person is fucking an android or is an android "lover" he'll also shit on this, usually saying things like "you can't fuck a real person so you need a piece of plastic as replacement". It's basically like asking for him to look down on mfs. He also bully his co-workers about it, especially if the coworker dislike androids too. It's like an offense.

He got very peculiar opinions on Tracis, especially the fem ones. By peculiar I mean quite negative and I got the impression he would do some bad things to 'em. I'm talking about destroying 'em, ofc.

He also ain't got respect for "the bitches" - u just gotta look and/or act like one, btw. Well... He'll joke about it and be quite disrespectful. Men can be bitches too, according to him. "Pussies".

On the contrary of what most of the fandom think doesn't matter if he kinda see an android like an individual he'll still see 'em as inferior beings that should kneel to him and kiss his feet and he'll carry this mentality for a good time. The rebellion actually makes him "hate" android more cuz now androids are giving "orders" and making demands.

He sometimes bully the android cops too. He just likes making fun of 'em, bumping into 'em on purpose sometimes even making 'em fall to the ground and saying "oops! Sorry" in sarcastic tone. Ofc when things are more empty at the station and nobody gonna complain about it

He'll be an ass about androids while they're passive, and he expects 'em to always bow down in the end. Even if the android did something absurd he gonna joke about it or force 'em to bow. The moment the android becomes visibly unstable dude gonna shit on his pants and gonna order somebody to deal with the shit - which was the case in The Interrogation with Ortiz's android. But I assume most human characters are like this as they're not used to unstable androids or see 'em as just defective machines comparable to your printer going wild in the office

He like telling stories about his cases and experiences to anyone next to him in the moment. Even if it's some fucked up shit mf is always with his sense of humor on point.

This fucked up and sarcastic sense of humor happen to be one of his manipulation methods in interrogations, where he constructs a bridge with the criminal so they feel like in a friendly chit-chat and confess. But his favorite method is roughing up suspects, if he can get physical, punch mfs he will so if mfs don't tell him what he want he kinda doesn't mind that much, if u know what i mean.

Bro is aiming for supervisor ranks for the name but he actually sucks in being in a team. Dude always wanna order everybody and do everything himself, not obeying orders that goes against what he think is right. He hates some people are in the way of him achieving it.

If the "lead" detective on scene he doesn't wanna anyone fucking around, even if the person is a witness. He tends to escalate things or even get the witness "roughly" detained if they piss him off.

Some co-workers try avoiding him, fear him but some are just assholes like him. Not the majority, tho. Sometimes mf can be an asshole but dislikes Reed

Although he's a complicated person he has been more cautious in not having his shit being discovered by superiors not cuz he think it's wrong but cuz he doesn't wanna mfs screaming in his ear and fucking with his stairway to success. Shit going public also wouldn't be a good deal.

Bro just wanna get the job done to add to his list of accomplishments, to show how although he got an asshole reputation mfs can't say he's a bad detective. And it's even the reason some superiors are actually cool in pretending they didn't see shit - we're dealing with criminals, after all. They're less than animals.

He knows Hank covers criminals and it makes him pissed how Jeffrey backs him up just cuz he's his friend, not cuz Hank is doing a good work. It's all about the old times. Gavin looks down on the type of criminals Hank cover, even tho he kinda pits 'em. But there's one reason: androids. As I said before Gavin jokes about mfs addicted to drugs, he looks down on 'em most of the time - alcohol and red ice being the common ones. Control the shit, don't let it control ya is the deal.

Some mfs already tried bribery with Gavin cuz they were "relevant" or something so minuscule there's was "but why?" in the air but mf throw it back at 'em and kinda laughs. If he gotta investigate what end up to be a fellow police officer he'll do it and be pleasured in fucking mf's life, unless mf is really friends with him. The issue is when some commands come from above him, it's another reason he's aiming for higher ranks. He doesn't care if he would act kinda corrupt as long as he gets what he wants done.

He knows about the overall police reputation and how he can be seen as one of the rotten apples and i don't think he cares about cleaning the org's name, just about getting his work done.

During the "Android Crime Unit" episode he was the only one that thought this whole thing was sus af. But it was out of his hands, had superiors involved on this so he just let it go even if he hated it. Although he can be impulsive he got good eyes and ears to detect fuckery going on.

He ain't a fan of CyberLife at all not only cuz of android but cuz he dislike megacorporations like this who got 'em hands on everybody like this, replacing everybody like they're nothing. If he got the opportunity of shitting on 'em he will. Being replaced by one of 'em shitty products is a damn offense, almost a threat.

He dislikes the gov but when the deviant crisis happens his opinion on androids doesn't change. He actually wants 'em to be set on fire, gunned down, destroyed, even if it means it's helping CyberLife. He's there to serve his city, after all. LE gotta show who's the boss in this mf. Curiously this a sentiment most of cops share even after a successful revolution.

He got this "badass motherfucker alive" sentiment. Back when he was in uniform he used to take pictures of him with hand on holster or gun in hands, "like a boss" poses and shit. Y'know, those cops who like some aviator glasses and badge always on sight. It still kinda a thing now with plain clothes. He just thinks he's the best mf ever esp at work - always trynna prove being superior

There's a very good way of shutting him up, tho: letting him talking to the walls or being too polite in counter-argumenting him at work. He'll get angry fr. He doesn't like when mfs think they're better than him or more "successful" than him at his job.

In the end he's just a high-nose bastard. Everybody facepalms and sigh deeply when they know Det. Reed is in the area.

Some stuff may contradict another but I guess I really don't give a fuck now? I'll have a proper list with a proper english in my docs some day, maybe February 31st.

[gothcsz]

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒆 / Chapter III.

gif credit @azerytrobaz

PAIRING: Javier Peña x Original Female Character

SUMMARY: Things are always going to get worse before they get better.

WORD COUNT: ~6k

RATING: 18+ Mature topics such as sex, drugs, murder, the occult, religion, cannibalism and other triggering matters will be explored in this body of work. Minors DNI.

CHAPTER SPECIFIC TAGS: Mention of suicide, some grief and mourning, talks of religion, Javi going full on detective mode, homicide cop talk, a really hot wet dream, he's literally in his deputy sheriff uniform and i'm obsessed, dbf!Javier again because I have no self control, some other things that I'm probably forgetting.

DISCLAIMER/WARNINGS: The Javier Peña referenced in this body of work is solely based off of the character that appears in Netflix’s Narcos and not the actual person. Very canon divergent and I will tweak things as I see fit to compliment the narrative of this story. While efforts have been made to be accurate in terms of canon timeline, a lot of details will be fictionalized.

A/N: While efforts have been made to be accurate in terms of canon timeline, a lot of details will be fictionalized! There are mentions of suicide and murder in this chapter so reader discretion is advised. not arguing w a man that has big brown eyes. whatever u say beautiful !!!! i hope y'all enjoyed this chapter… especially that scene in the beginning bc hot damn was i fanning myself while writing it …. i need him so bad it's concerning !! anyways feel free to drop any type of feedback/support here or on ao3 where this fic is cross-posted!

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“Oh Javi...” Paloma moans out in pure bliss, head canting back and exposing the column of her throat to which he hungrily begins to attack with his lips. Kissing, licking, biting; his cock twitches as she clenches around him.

Her orgasm is quickly building to its peak. She’s wanted this for so long and it’s about to be over. Wishes to prolong it for as long as she can, but that’s nearly impossible since he’s making her feel so damn good and alive.

“That’s right, hermosa, taking it so good…” He mutters softly in her ear through clenched teeth, tip of his nose brushing against her jaw, hips still drilling against hers at a brutal pace.

Paloma knows she’s going to be feeling him for the next few days, the soreness from his length stretching her out and fucking her deliciously a reminder of their time together.

Her sundress is scrunched up at her waist, tits spilling out from the top that’s been lowered as Javier kisses down to her chest and his lips wrap around one of her stiffened nipples. This only encourages her to be more vocal, sounding sweeter yet filthier than any pornstar he’s ever heard or prostitute he’s ever fucked.

One of his hands moves from her waist up to her neck, holding her firmly as he shifts her thighs higher around his waist, fucking her at a new angle that has her seeing stars. Her eyelids fall close at the overwhelming euphoria coursing through her.

“No, princesa, open your eyes. Want you to look at me while you come all over this dick.” Her eyes snap open at his dirty talk, usual brown eyes now drowned in lust as he squeezes his grip around her throat.

Paloma’s never had sex like this, never been talked to in this manner either. It’s exhilarating.

“Atta girl, so obedient, aren’t you? Desperate to come all over me. You make the prettiest faces while I’m fucking you, cariño.” He continues to coax her and she lets him do as he pleases, his words only pushing her closer to her release.

“Oh god.. Javi I-I’m so closeeee….” She mewls out, her hands clawing at his wrist as she begins to feel overwhelmed by the intensity of her approaching orgasm. 

He places wet kisses against her jaw before messily slanting his lips against hers; his tongue licking the inside of her mouth and swallowing her moans as her walls flutter around his cock while she comes.

Paloma’s eyes open slowly, groaning at the sunlight that hits her face directly and the annoying sound of her morning alarm.

She feels the wetness between her thighs, reminding her of the very intense dream she had been pulled out from.

Javier giving her the best lay of her life. God, she wishes she could fall back asleep to finish it. If the dream version of him is that good; she can only imagine what the real thing must be like. 

She reaches over to shut the alarm off, then rolls onto her back to stare up the ceiling. It felt so real, the way he was holding and kissing her. She bites down on her lower lip.

She wants him so bad.

One of her hands slowly begins to slither down to the elastic band of her sleep shorts. She’s too hot and needy to not finish herself off.

Slipping her fingers beneath her shorts, she teases herself by softly dragging her manicured nails along the skin of her inner thighs, trying to pick back up where she’d left off in her dream. Javier filling her up to the hilt, his cock pressed up against that one spot that made her cry out like a bitch in heat.

After she’s teased herself enough, her fingers slowly trace her wet seam which has a soft moan pushing past her lips. She repeats the action a few more times before she spreads herself open, drenching her fingers in her own arousal then softly pushing two inside. 

She sighs shakily, slowly working them in and out of her; imagining it to be Javier’s more thicker and undoubtedly rougher touch.

“No, princesa, open your eyes. Want you to look at me while you come all over this dick.” 

Dream Javi’s words overtake her and her mouth falls open at how good she’s currently pleasuring herself. He’s all up in her mind, making her feel so good even when he isn’t here.

Her free hand is now under her shirt, pinching and twisting at her nipple to aid her in reaching her orgasm.

Paloma’s cunt clenches around her fingers, thumb rubbing the pearl of her clit. She’s so close to releasing; all while thinking of a man she’s just met.

“Paloma, are you awake?” Feverous movements immediately come to a halt as she hears her father’s voice then his knocking against her bedroom door; the doorknob shaking once he begins to turn it.

She scrambles to collect herself, pissed off that she had not only woken up from a magnificent wet dream, but also interrupted as she was trying to get herself off because of it.

“Wait, I’m naked!” Is the first thing she can think of to exclaim, pulling the blanket up to her chin despite having on sleepwear.

He halts and she lets out a relieved sigh as he doesn’t enter.

“Get dressed. I need to speak with you…” She hears the pinched expression in his statement and her brows furrow. Something’s wrong and she feels an uncomfortable stir in her stomach, no longer aroused.

“Okay… I’ll be down in a second.” There’s a brief moment of silence before she hears his footsteps descend down the hallway then the stairs.

Kicking the sheets off of her, she swings her legs over the edge of the bed and rubs at her eyes with the back of her hand. 

So much for starting the day off on a pleasurable note. She can still feel her wetness coating her thighs so she decides to wipe them clean in the bathroom before meeting her father downstairs.

After brushing her teeth and freshening up, she enters the kitchen to find Romeo staring out the large bay window that overlooks their backyard.

“Good mornin’... everythin’ alright?” She can’t help but nervously ask, chewing the inside of her cheek and leaning against the doorframe.

He doesn’t respond right away, instead taking a deep breath and dropping his gaze to his boots.

“Another girl was murdered.”

Paloma sucks in a breath and that uncomfortable stir in her stomach from earlier returns at the news.

“Body was found right here in town. She was one of us.”

“Who—”

“Nina Thorton.”

Now she feels like the wind has been knocked out of her entirely. She’s known Nina since they were kids; having gone to the same preschool and then graduating from high school together. She saw her at church every Sunday, Nina often frequented her shows and the two engaged in pleasant small talk when running into each other in town. 

It’s almost too surreal for Paloma to try and process, despite being aware of the recent crimes in the surrounding areas. It was only a matter of time before it happened directly here in Seminary. Now that it has, and so close to home at that, she’s terrified.

“Oh my god… no… that can’t be— I just saw her at the bank a few days ago.” She stumbles over her words, her father finally turns to face her and sees how upset his daughter is. He crosses the room to envelop her in a comforting hug.

She rests her forehead against his chest, falling limp in his arms. He rubs soothing circles against her back and that helps her feel a little better. Some wetness from her cheek transfers to the front of his work shirt and Paloma just now realizes that she’s actually crying.

“Shhh, it’s okay sweetheart. I know this is a lot and I contemplated even tellin’ you but… it’s for the best that you know… ‘specially comin’ from me.” He pulls back, cupping her cheeks in his hands and wiping away her tears with his thumb.

She nods, taking some deep breaths to help calm her down. Another girl is gone and they’re nowhere near close to finding out who did it or why.

Hopefully they figure it out before he or she hurts someone again… but Paloma isn’t an idiot— she knows things of this severity take time.

“The funeral will be on Saturday and there’s a vigil Friday night. I’m about to head down to the station to get on top of things. Javier should be back from D.C. tomorrow. I probably won’t make it home for dinner.” Paloma’s heart sinks at the fact that she’s going to be all alone navigating through this grief she didn’t even know she could have.

“Are you going to be okay? ‘Cause I can work from home if—”

“No, daddy, you never bring your work home and you’re not gonna start now. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. You have a job to do.” She urges him softly, placing her hands over his that are still on her cheeks and flashing him the most genuine smile she can muster.

Romeo just looks at her, studying her face and she sees the way his tired eyes turn gentle.

“You remind me so much of her. Especially now that you’re all grown up.” There’s a tenderness to his words that has Paloma’s chest tightening as he compares her to her mother.

“I miss her too.” Is how she responds, knowing that it was the underlying message in his statement. They don’t usually talk about Abilene Leighton. When they do, it’s when her father gets drunk enough to dote on his dead wife. He’s told her many stories from when they were young; how they met and what life was like before they found out she was pregnant with Paloma. So endearing to hear how her father talks about his wife, but she knows that he still holds resentment towards her from the way that she left this world. His world.

– suicide mention tw

Abilene had taken her life in their bathtub when Paloma was thirteen. Romeo had been the one to find her and he did everything in his power to make sure that his daughter did not see her mother in that state. Thankfully, his efforts succeeded and Paloma was left locked out of her parent’s bathroom while her father called for help and attempted to keep pressure on his wife’s wounds.

His efforts on that end, however, were useless since she had been dead long before he found her.

She lightly removes his hands from her cheeks and she leans in to hug him again, wrapping her arms around his torso and staying there for a few moments before peeling herself away.

“Go on now, daddy. I’ll be fine; I promise.”

Javier steps out of the small airplane that had flown him from Houston to Seminary. He grunts as his back muscles spasm when he stretches in attempts to ease some of the uncomfortableness from the trip. He wouldn’t consider his current age to be old but with all he had endured back in Colombia; he’s sure that shit aged him tenth fold. 

His meeting in D.C. had completely blindsided him. Javi was fully prepared to have his crimes be presented to him in great detail by the board and then rightfully suffer from the consequences of his actions.

Instead, he’d been approached by operations and asked about his knowledge of the Cali cartel. Apparently that was more valuable to them than his involvement with Los Pepes. He was reluctant to speak on it at first, knowing how the system works, but eventually he revealed every detail he could spare. Javier wanted to make sure that any and all information was relayed somehow, tired of keeping secrets.

Now whether said intel landed in the right hands or not was none of his concern.

The meeting concluded with Javier declining a DEA attaché position they offered in hopes of convincing him to help bring down the new cartel empire. Again, there was some hesitance at first, part of him yearning to be thrown back into the vicious land that was Colombia. 

Except this time, things wouldn’t go south like they had with Escobar.

He’d have the chance to do things right. By the book. See it all the way through.

It was tempting to accept, it really was, but ultimately; Javier is worn down and ready to close that chapter of his life. The drug war is never ending, when one kingpin falls others rise up. How many times would he have to go through the ringer until he finally decided that enough was enough?

Was he going to have to die on the job in order to separate from it?

He’s dedicated too many years to the treacherous field and now he supposes his only priority is to live the rest of his life content in being… him.

What ‘him’ looks like is a fucking mystery at the moment which is why he believes staying in Texas is his best option for the time being. For his peace. His sanity. It’s the least he could do, even if he doesn’t believe in being kind to himself.

Plus, there’s a certain singing brunette that may have persuaded him in his decision to stay.

The ride back into town is quiet; he turned down the radio to sit in his thoughts a little longer before arriving at the station. The first thing he notices when he pulls into the lot is how many vehicles are there: a contrast to how barren it usually is.

His brows pull into a frown as he parks, making sure he doesn’t look as exhausted as he feels before exiting his truck and walking into the building.

It’s not packed, per se, but it is a crowd that he’s not accustomed to seeing. Lorraine, who is usually reading a book or gossip magazine, is currently in a deep phone conversation at her desk so he can’t even ask her what the fuck is going on.

He spots the sheriff speaking with one of the deputies on the other side of the room, so Javier crosses it to make his presence known.

Once Romeo spots him, Javier sees the man let out a heavy sigh right before dismissing the officer and beckoning Javi to follow him into his office.

“What the hell did I miss?” He inquires, shutting the door behind him as Romeo rounds his desk and hands him a file.

“There was another murder. This time, local. Nina Thorton, twenty-six years old from Seminary. One of the guys found her body dumped by the swinging bridge.” Well shit, that didn’t take long. As unfortunate as it is— at least they have new facts and evidence to comb over to, hopefully, get a step closer to finding out who is responsible.

“This our person? Same M.O.?” Though his question is quickly answered as he reads the coroner’s report, then sees the official crime scene photos.

Multiple lacerations to her chest, blood covering the entirety of her torso and lower half of her face. He notes the environmental damage her body went through by the holes in her skin that had maggots and other grossly creatures inhabiting them. Not much different from the others, except this time…

“They took her fucking leg?” Javier can’t help how the words tumble past his lips, slowly sitting down in the chair across from Romeo’s desk as he continues to study the file in front of him. The photos are gruesome and disturbing. It takes a certain kind of evil to be able to pull this off.

He would know. Spent too much of his life chasing after evil.

“Did it postmortem. What got her was the puncture through the heart, just like the others.” That being the cause of death for all the victims has Javier thinking it’s intentional instead of it being a product of the stabbing frenzy this killer likes to indulge in.

“It’s a clean cut. Doubt they used the same weapon they stabbed her with to do it. Says here she wasn’t killed on site which means he or she could have a secondary location where the actual crime is committed. They’re evolving. But why take the leg?” He continues on, pulling out the pen and pocket sized memo book he carries around with him in case he has to jot down important information.

Romeo, however, stays silent; staring at the framed picture of Paloma that he keeps on his desk.

“Goin’ to tell the Thortons about their daughter was hell. Shoulda seen how devastated her mother was. Husband could barely pick her up due to his own shock. It was even worse when they had to come down here and identify the body. Imagine not bein’ able to explain why their daughter’s leg was sawed off.” His attention doesn’t waver from the photo on his desk and he exhales heavily.

Javier keeps quiet, still writing things down and not wanting to interrupt. This specific victim seems to be hitting the sheriff harder than the others.

“I keep thinkin’, what if it was Paloma instead of Nina? What would I do if it had been my daughter who was savagely murdered then dumped carelessly on the side of the road?” Romeo’s fingers flex into a fist before he releases, reaching over to tap out two cigarettes from the pack. One for him and Javier.

Javier leans over to accept it, letting the man light it for him. He swallows thickly at the mental image of Paloma in the state that Nina was found. He takes a deep and long drag of the cigarette, allowing the gray smoke to cloud that thought from his memory.

“Keep thinkin’ that way and you’re never gonna get shit done.” Javier puts it plainly with a gruff which Romeo appreciates, and that’s when his gaze meets Javi’s.

“Look, I know you’re here to help with the cases amongst other sheriff deputy duties but…” Javier feels a request about to be made, closing the file as he awaits to hear what the sheriff wants from him.

“I need someone to look after her. Things are only goin’ to get worse before they get better. I’m goin’ to get wrapped up here more than before... honestly I’d stick one of the guys on her but she’s made it very clear that she hates that, and between me and you… I don’t trust ‘em enough to look after her. Not how I trust you.”

They’ve only known each other for what, a month, Javi thinks, and this man is already entrusting him with his daughter’s life?

“You’ve got the experience. A decorated field agent. Trained up in Quantico. I’d feel a lot less worried if I knew you were the one keepin’ an eye on her. You’re free to tell me to fuck off and that babysittin’ a twenty-six your old ain’t part of your job but man, I would appreciate it more than you know.”

Javier leans to ash the cig, thinking over his words. His mind wanders to Helena and how he’d promised to keep her safe then she ended up being traumatized in the worst way imaginable.

Too many innocent people have died or been hurt on his watch, and that has him reluctant to agree to the request.

However, this could be the opportunity to right his wrongs and turn over that new leaf he keeps reminding himself of. Plus, they weren’t in the warzone that was Colombia under Escobar’s influence.

They were in the middle of Texas. Granted, dealing with their own shit but just as how his father had put it: it was shit that is much more manageable than the alternative. 

So Javier nods, agreeing to look after Paloma for the sake of her father. Or at least, that’s what he tells himself.

“I’ll handle it.”

The funeral arrives with a swiftness that catches Paloma off guard, leaving her little time to gather herself for the somber occasion. Outside, the sky hangs heavy with clouds, casting a pall over the day as if nature itself mourns alongside her. In Seminary, where rain is a rare occurrence, the dreary, ominous atmosphere adds an extra layer of melancholy. She can almost taste the impending rain in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the tears that will soon fall from the heavens.

Gazing into the mirror, she takes in her reflection, the calf-length, solid black dress she retrieved from the back of her closet clinging to her form beautifully, yet somehow it feels stifling. Her choice of classic Mary Janes graces her feet, and she opts for minimal accessories. As she stands there staring at her reflection, memories of the last funeral she attended— the one for her mother— come flooding back, casting a shadow over her already somber mood.

The vigil held the night prior was painful. She hasn’t felt this much sadness amongst the community in a long, long time. 

Swallowing the lump in her throat and returning to the present, she finishes getting ready, but it’s a sluggish process. She can’t even bring herself to skip out on the event, that’d only make her feel worse. 

She makes her way downstairs to where her father is waiting at the foyer of their home. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, and it’s probably because he hasn’t. Ever since breaking the news to her about Nina, he’s been at the station nonstop. She’d only seen him last night at the vigil and then heard him come home in the early dawn.

The car ride to the church is quiet and tense, neither member of the Leighton family knowing what to say.

“Go find us a seat, I’ll be right in…” Her father mutters, handing her the bouquet of white lilies they had purchased at the grocery store on the way here. She nods and he places a kiss to the top of her head then walks away to converse with Javier.

Her eyes follow him the whole way, gaze lingering on Javier. They shared a brief conversation at the vigil last night, and while it was just a fleeting moment it had relieved a tinge of her sadness.

“Were you two close?” Javier murmurs softly, the delicate paper lantern dangling from his hand swaying gently as he draws nearer, his concern evident in his tender expression.

Paloma can’t help but also lean in, shrugging her shoulders and she brushes against him slightly. “Not really… she was always around though. Now she’s not.” She admits, her voice tinged with sorrow as she gazes down at her lantern, her heart heavy.

“M’sorry, sweetheart.” His voice filled with empathy as he reaches out to gently touch her arm, offering a comforting gesture amidst the poignant moment.

Paloma turns on her heel to enter the building when she catches a glimpse of a familiar man rounding the corner towards the back of the church.

It was one of the guys who had been with Sloane that day they met in the library months ago. For some reason, she’s tempted to call out after him but she bites her tongue to keep from doing so… because why on earth would she do that? Shaking her head, she exhales in exasperation and instead goes inside to find her and her father their seats.

Javier doesn’t do funerals. It’s one thing he’s been adamant about for as long as he can remember. They made him feel uncomfortable and not because his own mortality is put into question; but because of those that attend. 

The prolonged expression of grief is too much for him to bear. It ferociously digs at a vulnerable spot deep within his chest, surely a result of the post traumatic stress he suffers from. He hadn’t attended a single one back in Colombia; not even Carrillo’s. Despite that being the death that shook him the most due to his friendship with the Colonel, Javier quite literally could not stomach the idea of going. 

He couldn’t do that here, not when his presence is pretty much required. The church is stuffy and smells like incense. He’s tugging at his collar to keep himself from asphyxiating. The mahogany pews are glossy with varnish, sunless light from outside softly peeking through the large glass stained windows. It has been far too long since he’s been inside one of these— he’s surprised he didn’t combust into flames the second he stepped in.

Javier finds a spot at the back of the room, letting the people mourn in their own way and avoiding making eye contact. There’s soft murmurs that echo throughout the space, he can’t quite hear the conversations nearby but he’s more so focused on the body language of those in attendance; trying to spot any questionable reactions as he knows that a lot of murderers like to insert themselves into the events of their victims lives.

It’s why some even inject themselves directly into investigations, others going back to the murder or dump site. Anything to feel a slither of that high from committing their crime. Maybe the person they’re after now is similar in that regard, so Javier stays vigilant throughout the ceremony and continues to hang back as everyone files out to walk over to the cemetery where the burial will occur.

He spots Romeo and Paloma in the crowd, jaw tensing once he sees her tear stained face.

This is why he doesn’t do funerals.

Javi is on his way to follow behind the crowd after gathering nothing from the service, when he sees a guy around the same age as Nina lingering by the enlarged photo of her that is at the altar. He doesn’t make his presence known, instead watching the younger guy with careful eyes.

He doesn’t do much, just stares at the photo for a good, long minute before he turns to exit through one of the side doors.

Huh… could that have been a boyfriend? Family member? Friend? Javi jots down a brief description of the man and his first initial questions before joining the others at the cemetery.

This part is as wearying as the service, but he plays his part diligently. He stays out of the way and observes all the others as Nina’s casket is lowered into the ground. The rain that’s been brewing all day begins to fall softly and he reaches for his umbrella (for once being proactive enough to have brought it along with him) opening it and shielding himself from the weather.

A few more words are said, Nina’s mother a complete wreck as her husband struggles to hold her in his arms.

Javier lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, looking away and his fingers itch to have a cigarette between them but he doesn’t indulge in the vice just yet, wanting to show some respect to the family.

The crowd begins to thin out as the rain comes down heavier and he’s all but ready to head home and work himself into a migraine that he’ll nurse with coffee and cigarettes.

However, his intention to leave dissolves once he sees a lone figure standing in front of Nina’s grave.

It’s Paloma and she’s getting absolutely soaked by the heavy rain but it doesn’t seem to be bothering her.

His feet carry him over to her without him thinking about it, hovering his umbrella over the two of them as he walks up behind her.

“You’re getting rained on, querida.” His voice is soft, softer than it has been in a while but she doesn’t budge. Her stare is pointed at the hole in the ground that hasn’t been filled yet. Nina’s casket on full display.

“C’mon, let me get you back to your dad.”

“It’s just so sad.” Her own voice cracks and it sounds so meek; a complete contrast to how she usually is. “And… and that psycho took her leg...” She winces as she says this, wrapping her arms around her middle.

Javier feels like a fucking idiot, not knowing how to talk to her. It’s the same feeling he got when he saw her at the park where the vigil was held. “I’m sorry, cariño. I know it fuckin’ sucks…” He curses himself beneath his breath. That was worse than saying nothing at all.

This, somehow, gets a small laugh out of Paloma and it makes his heart swell.

“It does fuckin’ suck. We weren’t even close friends but… but she was still a person. She didn’t deserve to die… not like this.” She keeps her back turned to him, and Javier makes no effort to step out from behind her. He’s well aware that the instant he meets her gaze, those sorrowful yet enchanting brown eyes, he’ll find himself utterly undone.

“A girl’s dead… a family has been torn apart and here I am… being selfish and missin’ my momma.” The confession is another jab at that sore spot in his chest, the same spot that reminds him why he’s so apprehensive about funerals. A terrible thing to put someone who doesn’t know how to console around people who need to be consoled.

All Javier does is reach out and rest his free hand against her shoulder, feeling the wet material of her dress beneath his touch. Not a second later, she’s draping her own hand over his. A wordless exchange that seems to comfort the both of them.

Paloma shelves some of the returned books into their original spots, humming to herself lightly as she pushes the cart down the aisle she’s currently in. It’s a peaceful afternoon, three weeks since Nina’s funeral and she feels like she can breathe again.

She’s grateful to be working inside a building with air conditioning now that summer is in full swing. Sure, it does have the tendency to go out every now and again but for the most part— she’s kept cool. 

Paloma stops in her tracks once she’s at the front of the building, the book cart nearly empty but that isn’t much of a feat considering she’s got multiple stacks waiting for her back at the circulation desk.

Her eyes sweep across the expansive, sunlit expanse of the library’s main area, observing the scattered presence of a handful of patrons. Eventually, her attention is drawn to Javier, who’s doing a piss poor job of keeping his distance.

She still thinks of the kiss she’d left on his cheek all those nights ago after her show and the small moment they shared at the funeral. Paloma still thinks he’s hot, she still masturbates to him on occasion and she’s still pissed that he’s been ordered to watch her. 

How many times is she going to have to bitch to her father about how much she hates having his lap dogs follow her around? Even the hot ones?

Annoyance flickers across her features, evident in the subtle roll of her eyes as she maneuvers the cart down the carpeted ramp and toward the table where he sits. “So he reads too…” she murmurs, her tone laced with frustration. “Officer Peña, this is getting absurd. I’m tryin’ to work, for heaven’s sake,” she whispers once she’s within close proximity, mindful not to disturb the others nearby.

Since the funeral, Javier has been shadowing her every move around town. Whether she’s at work, enjoying a meal at the diner, or simply catching up at the bar to discuss her return to the stage; she can’t shake his presence. Through the window, she often spots him sitting in his cruiser across the street like a silent observer. And even when she steps outside, there he is, conveniently waiting with a cigarette in hand, ready to offer her a ride home.

Despite his dreamy appearance, Paloma consistently rebuffs his advances. However, that doesn’t deter him from lingering, seemingly undeterred by her refusals.

All that to say that wherever she turns: he’s there. 

Javier lowers the book he’s holding, peering at her over its edge with a smug grin, his eyes the only visible feature. “Y’know I’m just doin’ my job, miss.” He nonchalantly closes the book and places it on the table, casually shrugging and crossing his arms as he leans back in the chair. “You can keep workin’.” Javier adds, his tone dripping with self-assurance.

Paloma fucking hates the way her eyes drop down to his arms as he crosses them, the short sleeved, tight work shirt he wears is hugging him snug in all the right places. He looks divine in his casual clothing, that’s a no brainer, but something about him in uniform has her cunt clenching around nothing and that just irks her further.

Her hands rest on her hips, eyes narrowing. “No, I can’t just ‘keep workin’’. Not when I’m under surveillance like a fuckin’ criminal.” Accent is as thick as ever though she keeps her voice down to avoid other patrons hearing her cuss, “Can’t you just… drive ‘round the block or somethin’? I promise you I’m just fine. Daddy’s just paranoid.” While she understands that the murders are a big deal, especially in a town like Seminary, Paloma is more than capable of handling herself.

After all, her father had overseen all her self defense lessons growing up and she was a real good shot with whatever gun was put in the palm of her hand.

“Miss Leighton,” he begins with a patronizing tone, running his tongue over his teeth as he rakes his gaze up and down her body. His cut jaw works the gum in his mouth and each time it flexes, she can feel a pulse at her clit.

It’s clear that her stance brings him some amusement since she’s trying to appear intimidating but failing miserably. The smug look on his face says it all. “Maybe you should tell your daddy he’s paranoid.” He suggests with a mild shrug of his broad shoulders, “I’d rather sit here in the cool air than drive around wastin’ gas.”

Paloma snorts, running her fingers through her hair, “Won’t do a damn thing if I tell him. All my complaints fall on deaf ears.” She can’t help but complain and it’s true, her father is too prideful and hardheaded to change his mind about anything. Let alone anything that involves her.

“Mmm, pobrecita. How unfortunate.” He reaches for his book again, no intention of arguing with her any further, but Paloma stops him by placing her manicured hand on top of it, leaning in close enough to where she can smell the mint of his gum.

“Y’know what I think, Officer?” She tilts her head to the side, staring down at him. She notices the way his eyes begin to darken, emboldening her to press on, “I reckon you fancy tailin’ me ‘round town. It’s the highlight of an old man’s day, ain’t it? Keepin’ tabs on a pretty girl like me, day in, day out. I see why you’re so eager to be a yes-man to my father.” Now it’s her turn to patronize him, pursing her bottom lip out into a pout.

His gaze falls onto her pout then back up to meet hers before he speaks.

“I told you, princesa, my job is to keep beautiful girls like you safe. You might not like the methods but there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. So, I’d suggest you get back to doing your job and leaving me to do mine.” His large palm wraps around the wrist of the hand that’s on his book, moving it away and giving him access to pick it up again.

She’s left almost in shock by the swift action, and suddenly she’s thinking of how his hands would feel wrapped around both her wrists while he pins them over her head and fucks into her. 

A blush creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks, but she doesn’t say anything else. Instead, Paloma snatches her hand back and returns to her book cart, turning away to leave the smirking asshole to read his book.

[13tinysocks]

A nonexhaustive list of creepypasta x reader ideas ive had over the years and will never write. Please feel free to steal them and write them.

Red Eye

Coffee shop + slender mansion au. Yn is a lone night shift barista. The creepypasta(s) of your choice comes in every night for a red eye right before closing. Gotta fuel up before chasing down idiots who wandered in the woods. 

 Anyone whos worked customer service has felt a little homicidal before. After weeks of dealing with a shitty customer who management has done nothing about, yn takes matters into their own hands. By smashing their head in with a stovetop expresso maker. The creepypasta sees this though yn is unaware. Expecting them to be like any other human, the pasta thinks the next time the shop’s open yn wont be there. They’ll probably turn themselves in. Whatever.

But there’s no break in business for investigation and yns working there the next night. Upon realizing yn cleaned up the scene and is going on like nothing happened, the pasta’s interest is thoroughly peaked. Especially when another shithead customer gets brained a few weeks later. Realizing there’s a new serial killer in town, the pasta is more than interested but infatuated. 

Dead by Daylight

Slender mansion au + Splendorman

Slenderman had proxies that hunted and killed but what about Splendorman? Had always been the opposite of his stuffy older brother. When visiting after his domain collapses, he brings along his proxies. To which slender’s housemates/proxies were unaware existed. 

Splendor’s proxies are different. They don’t kill to feed him. They survive to feed him. Splendor puts them in near constant mortal peril for his own entertainment and sustenance. Be it randomly spawning them in the wilderness, sending random attackers after them, or straight up slicing off limbs. Most of his proxies don’t last a week. But yn has for years. Grizzled and exhausted, yn is a ruthless survivalist. They to keep the others alive but those stupid assholes never listen. There’s maybe one or two other proxies but they’re just this weeks cannon fodder. 

Splendor convinces Slender to let their proxies play. AKA “Hey! Your proxies should hunt mine down and try to kill them! Who ever has the best proxies wins this (slenders domain). Wouldn’t that be funny!” Except the game is contained to be only inside the vast slender mansion. 

Fun dynamics ensue. Cat and mouse. Splendor has a time out twice a day for a few minutes. Which really makes things awkward when a pasta is about to kill yn and they have to let them go because breaking the rules on their end means death. Ensue awkwardly eating lunch in the same room after trying to kill eachother. Okay, time outs over. Yns already gone. 

A rivalry esc romance blossoms from there. They def hatefuck. 

Meat Is Me

EJ x reader

Life hadn’t gone the way you wanted. Now you were working as a mortuary assistant. Work was gruesome but not that bad. Until money gets tight at work and you’re alone, finishing cleaning up after the boss went home. Strange people come into the mortuary, family, with fists full of cash to spend just another hour with their loved one alone.

Afterward, you don’t think that was a family member but you’ve made one month’s rent in a single night. He keeps coming back. He tells other freaks. They come in the night when you’re alone. You have to hide the things they do to the bodies from your boss. Sometimes they take pieces. But at least your pockets are well lined. It was almost worth it until he came in.

He hid his face. You thought he was more shameful than the other necro-freaks. When you go to check on the body after he’s had his time with it. Fuck. He’d re-opened the chest cavity you so skillfully sewn shut post-autopsy. Everything was fucking gone. Worst of all? He skipped on paying you.

You manage to hide it from the boss. But he keeps coming back. He keeps taking more and more. You can’t go to the cops about him skimping your cash, you weren’t doing the most legal shit either. But you were too pussy to do anything about it. Especially after you walked in on one of his sessions and found a gray-fleshed monster eating strings of tendon from the body. 

How the hell are you going to get out of this one? 

The Archive

Just a magnus archive au where yn is John and the creepypastas are the fears. Think about it ok.

[aviculor]

She Came From The Woods, a recent release. I was expecting this to be a parody of Summer Camp Slashers like Friday the 13th, The Burning, and Sleepaway Camp, especially given how it's set in 1987, but so far it's been completely sincere. I'm going to be honest, I'm not big on the whole "spurned incel turning homicidal" trope. The guy seemed perfectly normal at first too, at that point you've lost the nuance and you're just demonizing being a socially awkward guy with a crush. I'm hoping the plot goes somewhere else considering I don't know who the "she" in the title is supposed to be and the killer got- and I quote- stuck like a pig. There is still an hour left here, after all.

Some sources called it a horror-comedy, but I disagree. It didn't even try to be funny until the last minute. It didn't do a very good job of explaining what was even happening until the climax, there was little to no foreshadowing for certain reveals, the "possessed" kids weren't even in makeup, there were several loose threads like the officer who commandeered the pizza guy's car and the pizza guy himself, and either Agatha was fucking with the electronics very arbitrarily or the cop car died and the phone exploded just because of diabolus ex machina. You're also telling me that Ben escaped being tied up and left for dead, then fixed the phone and called for help...all completely offscreen? Basically, the film wasn't that great. It was okay at best. It didn't impress me except for one particular death scene. It definitely failed to capture the magic of 80's slashers which seems to be what it was going for.

[collectingtruths]

Part 1: All Work and No Play

“It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.” ― Bret Easton Ellis

[She looked down at the file on her desk and sighed as she signed her name on the bottom of the report. She closed it and picked it up and walked over to the cabinet in the corner of her office. Rosanna Cambry had made the 500th homicide victim in Philadelphia in 2022 and she was glad that her analysis had let to the capture of perpetrator. 2022 had been another record year for homicide and it rivaled 2021, but it was not the kind of record breaking she had been hoping for. The last time the city had this much crime had been during the nineties and the crack epidemic. The youngest homicide victim in Philly in 2022 had been just nine years old and the oldest had been seventy-eight. Thirty of the five hundred had been juveniles and seven of those thirty had been under the age of fourteen and those weren't statistics she was happy to know. Doing what she did had shown

her the cruelty people were capable of and every single case that she put into her closed drawer meant another criminal off the streets. The problem was that it was bit like the Hydra for every offender they took off the streets, two more would spring up, each getting progressively worse. More violent, the crime more egregious.

She was one of the youngest Crime Analysts employed by the Philadelphia Police Department with one of the highest success rates. Her focus was on criminal investigations and her job was to analyze and profile criminals, look for patterns in behavior, murders, and crime scenes and to help law enforcement identify the perpetrator. She had started in the intelligence analyst area, which looked for patterns in drug trafficking, prostitution, fraud, and gangs. She reviewed data, surveillance completed by law enforcement, wiretaps, reports from informants, and work completed by undercover cops. But she had transferred earlier in her career. Now that her last case had been finalized, she decided to call it a night. Securing her files, computer and drives, she grabbed her coat off the rack and and slipped it on. She hated this time of year in Philly. The weather was up and down, but usually by the time she left the office, he was getting darker and colder and she still needed to stop for dinner. After grabbing her bag and keys, she locked her office door behind her and made her way out of the building toward her parked car.

Those statistics playing over in her head again. It was hard to feel as though your best just wasn't good enough. In the short time it took for her to walk to her vehicle, she knew someone or several some ones around the city were being robbed, several cases of neglect and abuse were occurring and a handful of domestic violence crimes were being committed and it felt strange to be thinking about what she would enjoy for dinner. Especially knowing that at some point in her lifetime, she could become one of those statistics.

The drive to the Reading Terminal Market wasn't a long one. In fact, it took her longer to find a parking space then it did to get to the market, but once she was parked, she grabbed her bag and keys and made her way in. It was easily one of her favorite places to grab groceries or dinner and even lunch. She had eaten at nearly every spot in there having gone there ever since she was a kid.

She made her way through the crowd of people, which was pretty typical for this time of day, but she knew where she wa going. Straight for Spataros. She wasn't coming for the cheesesteak tonight and while she could've been shot in Philly alone for saying she didn't like Pat's and Geno's...she didn't care. She would die on that hill that Spataros had the best cheesesteaks in Philly.

She ordered her Italian hoagie with banana peppers and a few shakes of oregano, just like she always did and after she watched him make it, she looked over at row of tables were people were eating. She noticed the body language of the man who was sitting there. He wasn't eating what was in front of him, he wasn't looking at his phone or anything like that, but he was staring at a man across the floor who was sitting at another table.

"Vance, you gonna get your hoagie or what?" She looked away from the man and reached her hand out to take the paper wrapped sandwich.] Keep the change, Gil. [She started to walk away, but her eyes found that man again. She just didn't know how to turn it off sometimes, but she was off the clock and she needed to let it go. At least for the next twelve hours.

Her place was an eleven minute drive from the market and she was only too happy to have gotten there in nine. She pulled into the garage, swiped her card and then made her way toward her parking space.

She took the elevator up to her place and once she was in her front door, she set her food down, took her jacket off, hung up her bag and stepped out of her heels. She walked into her living room and picked up the remote to turn on the television. The program that was on was "I Survived a Serial Killer" and she just fine letting it play in the background. She removed her blazer and left it over the chair before walking back into her bedroom. She switched on the light to her vanity and opened her closet to pull out a nice clean pair of soft pajamas. She planned on soaking in her tub, then watching her TV show, having her dinner and likely falling asleep on the couch. Something she desperately needed since the last case she worked had taken weeks of grueling hours without any days off.

She had left her clothing on a pile on her bedroom floor and as the tub filled up, she lit a few candles and then pinned her hair up. She dropped a bath bomb into the water and watched as it started to fizz. She grinned as she put her hand on the wall and then stepped one foot and then the other into the hot water and just as she was about to sink down, she heard the sound she did /not/ want to her. It was the sound of her cell phone ringing. And it wasn't her personal cell.

That would've been too easy. No, it was her work phone and she knew she couldn't ignore it. Stepping back out of the water she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her as she rushed out to grab her phone, but she had missed the call. When she pulled it out of her bag she knew the number and she knew what the call was for. Within a few seconds the little voicemail icon popped up and she sighed. She could ignore it. She heard the woman's voice on the TV. "I had to be a voice for the women who didn't make it." She wet her lips and hit the button and then tapped the speaker icon as well. "Thal...we've got another one. And it's pretty bad. We need you back down here. Mother of three was killed. Kid's father is missing along with their three two year old triplets out on West Oak Lane. Sorry." The call ended. In the short time it took her to put on a clean pair of sweats, the city had darkened. It was selfish of her to want that time to herself and she knew that. There were too many

people that needed help. Too many people that deserved justice. The tub had been drained, the candles extinguished and the TV turned off and with her keys, purse and hoagie in hand, she walked right back out her front door.]

#TDATD #Mortal

[castle-dominion]

c3x1 a deadly affair

I need to check to see if there is a comparison/compilation of the intros. I like how the intro changes season to season.

I initially thought this was a dream. Especially after he went through the door, I thought that maybe the outside wasn’t connected to the inside. Or even better, it would lead to his apartment. & then when they shot at each other I thought this is DEFINITELY a dream

But then *three days earlier* & I’m like “oh no what’s going on? was there someone standing behind beckett?”

jkhkjhdfsald the egg. You surprised him! He dropped the egg : ( Now he needs to clean it up. He looks devastated & she looks lowkey mad. My question is why was he doing it on the VERY EDGE OF HIS DESK WAIT HE JUST PICKS UP ANOTHER EGG? (lmao humpty dumpty crime scene) (Also he’s legit wearing jeans with his suit? I mean I guess when you’re a homicide detective you don’t have work unless there’s a homicide... Castle probably did it with an egg that he boiled on an induction with a magnet at the bottom to get the yolk centred. It’s a gimmick. Though I love a good bit of folklore/urban legend & Esposito whacks him upside the head when Ryan mentions castle  Bro it’s the equinox, officially it is the FIRST DAY of fall. Chill Everyone looking apprehensively (non in a sus way tho) at the phone call, like girl, speak of the devil & he shall appear but speak of castle & who knows? UNLESS EVERY TIME THEY MENTION CASTLE HE REALLY DOES APPEAR IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. They both look so angry that it’s not castle

& then speak of the castle he shall appear: “Hey! It’s Castle!” (cardboard cutout placed in window) KR: I guess he did finish that book... (why isn’t he back yet?) LP: Nice of him to send us a copy (Meet the author ad placed in window) KR, angrily: Looks like he’s back in town. (Why hasn’t he called yet?) JE, angrily: Nice of him to call. KB: Alright guys, you can stop pining for your girlfriend KR & JE: *look to each other in mild confusion & insult* WHY IS CASTLE’S CARDBOARD CUTOUT FOLLOWING HER DFJHJKSDHF She passes by & suddenly looks confused. Camera goes to Castle’s Cardboard Cutout & his eyes are following us. Ryan passes by: ... He really is ruggedly handsome. *shaking head* Mm.

Why did they bring Evan to the crime scene? Not the station? Uh seeing the crime scene probably isn’t good, murdoch blackboard moments!

I noticed it in her hand ^-^ (on the second watch thru tho) 

It’s open & the placed where the doorjambs are look odd. Worn away by time or broken open or smth, I can’t tell Why r they going in quiet instead of yelling “nypd”? I love hand signals, everyone should learn a bit of their local sign language WHOA WHO SHOT THE SHOT Rewatching that slower so I can actually see what’s going on! Ryan was p far away, how did he get that much closer? Ryan turned his gun to the side when he shot I think. ? They all looked so shocked to see that it was castle & Then Castle Looks Equally Shocked RC: I, uh... *turns toward the body while holding the gun* All of them: DOWN DOWN, PUT IT DOWN, GUN, DROP THE GUN, HOLD IT, STOP, DROP THE GUN STUPID, NOW, PUT IT DOWN, DROP IT SLIME BAG Just insulting him, possibly more than usual bc he’s being stupid & he hasn’t called (what a slime bag) She’s so happy she gets to arrest him

So cheeky “did you remodel?” as if it’s her house. But I noticed it too, I like the nice dark blue I like him. “You look good,” he says with a soft smile. KB: You look good too, (she says while smiling) RC: Really? KB: For Murder.

RC, awkwardly: I was going to call you, but then you showed up before I could. (I thought maybe he wanted to see if he could solve the murder on his own.)

Why does she specify “relationships with women” hmm?

RC: Maya knew I had a relationship with you-- ooh *cringe* with the nypd. Bud you DO have those fake cop credentials. You know it’s totally valid to have picked up the gun to defend yourself when you think the killers are coming back. Except who left the gun? RC: That’s when you, Esposito, & Annie Oakley came through the door. (Gestures to the glass, assuming Ryan is there) RM: Annie Oakley? JE: *looks pointedly at ryan* KR: I kind of almost shot castle RM: ???? KR: What? He had a gun. JE: I should have let you shoot him. It would have served him right for not calling. Man it really is like they’re all in a romance.

RM: Beckett. A word? RC: Hey captain! How’s it going? RM: *Looks At Castle Angrily with that Eyebrow* (imo it is NOT because castle is there for murder but because castle didn’t call)

Ok I mentioned the gun earlier, it indeed belonged to the victim. RM: I’m happy to hold him if you like (to get back at him? lmao I love it. Or bc he’s a witness ig.)

Castle: gayly forgets his jacket

She is revealing her hand, she IS mad at him. (we already knew that but she’s letting castle know

RC: turns around JE & KR: watching him angrily like beckett’s buff body guards or older brothers That reminds me, one time my dad was at his friend’s house. Dad & his friend were both six foot, the friend’s dad was even taller & an adult. (this was back when they were teens.) The sister’s boyfriend shows up to pick her up & then there are three huge men standing there with their arms crossed. He was scared dickensless. Never disrespected his gal.

Why is the penguin video edited...??? Very 2010.

Well at least alexis explains: he wasn’t going back until after the book tour. (He could have called to explain that)

Parallels. AC: “He said we’d talk when he got back from europe which he already did” RC: Why don’t you call him? Girl... You Should Have Called.  MR: Have I taught you nothing about relationships? RC: You’re a shining example /s. RC: How big of a deal is this...? AC: Idk if I want to see him anymore RC: *oh hecc I’m in trouble*

Yeah so beckett’s hair doesn’t look as bad as it did on the cover. It isn’t as emo anymore but it also doesn’t look quite so normal white woman.

JE: *rolls back in his chair* If you ask me you should have locked him up just out of spite. (Esposito is my vengeful tendencies come to fruition. He is the catharsis I need to be able to be a normal & respectful person IRL.) KB: No that would be unethical. Making the ppl down in holding deal with him> JE: True. KR: *also rolls back in his chair But Way OverShoots* Hey JE: Catches him & pulls him back* KR: Oua-! JE: *Shakes head, ryan doesn’t even say thanks* (They talk about the case) (They both smile at her, tbh it’s kind of awkward) (Talk about the case) KB: run phones & financials, see if anything pops. KR: *taps her desk* On it *smiles* *scoots away in his chair????????* JE: *just watching him, shakes head slightly with his mouth open* (Holy crap. I thought that rysposito shippers just saw caskett & figured the other two mains needed to be in a relationship. Like you know, you can’t see a piece of media without shipping two men, that phenomenon. But tbh I can see where they are coming from.) (As soon as beckett leaves) JE: RYAN!

RC: Hey L.T.! LT: Hey castle, back on the beat? [...] RC: Mind if I take a look around? *lifts the coffee & snacks* LT: *signals him in & takes the bribe.* It isn’t really bribery, this guy has been here before, we know him,,, right? At least castle wears gloves

LP: Hey! I heard you made an interesting arrest today. Wanna talk about it? KB: ... No. LP: Pk, keep holdingthat stuff in you’re gonna get an ulcer. Her hair is long & straight.

Ooh nice tattoos! My bday is coming up I’d like to get one.

edit: I didn’t get one, sad

(bust into mccutchin’s apartment) JE: LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS! RC: *turns around slowly* Oh, Hi. (chuckles) Castle found standing over two dead bodies! She just backs him up all the way into a vending machine lol RC: I was following up on leads, same as you! KB: Oh so you went into the victim’s phone records & looked for commonalities? RC: No, not exactly KB: Then what?? RC: *doesn’t want to share* KB: *grabs his ear* RC: aaHAHaAAAhAH OK I *69ed I star-six-nine-ed! But how would that work if tech pulled the card? How did castle get the phone? I’m impressed by Castle’s detecting skills! KB: You went to an active crime scene w/o authorization? RC: Well, I wore gloves...

RC: You don’t want to let the universe down, do you?

Apparently when an actor messes up their lines around Molly Quinn (Alexis Castle) & swears about it, they give her a dollar. She’s a teenager, probably swears more than you. Regardless, I think it’s cute.

That’s a strong bet! Holy! I don’t know if that is a good stake. RC: What if they figure it out first? (camera pans to ryan & esposito, both staring at them obviously RC+KB: Nah The boys come over & ask: So what are you two talking about. KB: Castle was just apologizing for not calling The boys: *stare at him with arms crossed.* (explain what they found) RC: The bowrey? KR: Yeah >:( >:( (by which he means: shut it castle we’re still mad at you.) It really is how brothers act when their sister gets scorned.

JE: Maybe the co-signed the loan XD XD girl it was an abnormal loan, not  a bank loan. Altho IG he was joking... Castle: *suggests smth* JE+KR: *slowly turn to look at him, remain silent before answering*

My mom, a good catholic: Knights of Colombus British Colombia?

KR: Hey! *sits down on the same table as castle, pushing him way to the side* KB: *can’t hold back a smile*

Ooh! I could dance to this! You know, even as a trans person I would love to try burlesque. I love performance, I love performing, I bet they have aerial performers too, lyra, silk, hoops, hammock; walking on glass, they obv have jugglers, servers probably wear stilts... this is so cool. Castle is right, the circus with alcohol, how have I not been here?

“the incident”

He doesn’t look a /lot/ like the sculture...

Ew the spinning, it is giving me motion sickness

RC: Just like that cable show Time for six degrees of the Angelina Jolie effect. (Find a show these two worked together on, find a show those two worked together on, oh look it’s the actor who is playing the guy in our show.) (Basically it is a universe where XYZ actor doesn’t exist or looks immensely different)

Hoo! Lanie! I don’t typically look at people’s butts but Lanie!

A sculptor, a vending machine salesman, & a chemistry teacher walk into a burlesque bar.

she used that phrasing on purpose

Love the music. Bon Appetite type drums so close, they in love

Bro money is heavy. It’s like carrying a textbook.

Costume design for Ryan? Top tier. I’ve been loving his patterned collared shirts.

Captions were wrong I think. “move move move” was from tf2 was esposito, “let’s go” might have been ryan, but “come on” was esposito. It might have all been esposito tbh.

I hate usa gun laws but yk for the sake of the show castle should get his license to carry. Then beckett wouldn’t have to illegally give him her gun. (which she has two of?) (btw I watched this before s1 so I didn’t know castle was actually a good shot)

Ah yes, three days later. I love the mirror maze, I love the disembodied voices. The captions are struggling with whose voice is whose tho. Yk I’ve always thought about how they filmed mirror mazes. How did the door open nobody was there? Mirrors showing the door would show whoever is opening it He’d better have the safety of that gun on, running like that. Or if the safety is off then he’d better have his finger beside the trigger not on it. Castle, getting on the ground is probably a good thing. Gives you more stability when you’re shooting the guy. That little “ok?” hand symbol.

Girl you could have said that one of the other detectives was shooting over your shoulder & castle was chasing down a suspect with the other detective. Esposito & Beckett were facing off while Ryan & Castle were running after suspects, esposito shot the fellow behind beckett, not castle, castle never had a gun. That’s the lie you should have told. (Or yk tell the truth & lose your job for breaking the rules idk)

I can’t believe esposito & ryan didn’t bet on whether she would take him back but I do like how esposito was watching in the background & then accuses her: How long before castle did you know this was about counterfetting? 

I love the who/whom, beckett used it earlier this episode I think but I didn’t write it. Or maybe it was yesterday. “He called him” “who called whom”

There were moments in this episode that really made my headcanon that especkett had a thing once solid. He still loves her, no matter what WAY he loves he

GOT ALL THE CLIPS I NEEDED YAY

[thefirsthogokage]

I have resorted to watching the three-way Law & Order Crossover Event out of boredom. Wish me luck because I have already gotten to the "Ukraine, 2022” part (aka the first second) and I am kind of sickened they are involving that.

So, anywho, if you want to read below: a) there will be spoilers. B) keep in mind I HATE the current state of Law & Order and I think if they won't bring back Criminal Intent, the whole lot of the bad ones on now should be fucking gone. You have been warned.

Reactions/Commentary For The Full Event Below The Cut

Law & Order: Organized Crime

Season 3, Episode 1: Gimme Shelter, Part 1

Cosgrove, you are a dipshit. And Jeff Donovan doesn't deserve this crap.

God this is so odd, Cosgrove's dialogue.

WHAT A GODDAMN DUMBASS, SHE TOLD YOU SHE WAS BEING CHASED!

Oh god, and of course this is OC where they do all the killing of women, Geezus Kryst.

God the bad writing makes Jeff look like such a bad actor. Or maybe he's not great (in addition to the bad writing) and he just fit on burn notice.

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I will say, I like Jeff using his hands to describe what happens. So, not bad actor, but bad writing.

Mehcad Brooks also deserves better. He's done great acting in these first few seconds.

Wait, how long was Cosgrove's daughter there without hime? Fucking Kryst. He didn't even call her? Lovely writing, great job, team!

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Pretty sure a detective being on scene as the first officer there would NOT be allowed to investigate. Especially out of his jurisdiction, from his jurisdiction.

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Oh they aren't covering up Mechad's hand tat? Like, that might have been good in narcotics, but as a plain clothes detective? No way, he'd have to cover that up in a city like NY, I'm sure of it.

Nice to know the ME's place looks the same.

Also I do like this "showing around the new Homicide guy" bit. That's one point, but this is still in the negatives.

They're actually watching the autopsy? The fuck? Those take a while too. Geezus. Full on Organized Crime way of telling this story.

A John/Pimp was chasing her himself? Seriously? GFK (Geezus fucking Kryst).

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Love Shaw trying to be like "the legal path is easy at this stage and it will keep bad shit from happening later." But unfortunately, time for Cosgrove's bullshit. But they had a fun little back and forth at the end. They actually have decent... chemistry? That doesn't feel like the right word.

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God Mehcad makes Jeff looks so small 😂😂

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Oh here we go, here's Liv!

Back and forth flows nicely.

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They are elongating some shots at the end of the scene longer than necessary. Like, filming too much. Not the way these shows usually were cut.

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And that's the way you do that, Cosgrove. Nice job Shaw.

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Nice job Cosgrove, that totally wasn't complaint worthy *eye roll*.

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Oh look, a wild Stabler appears. (23 minutes into his own show. And Benson was in it first 😂😂)

"You don't reach out" did...did he know OC was investigating him???

Mildly amusing that Jeff and Meloni look a little alike. I mean, all blue-eyed people have the same ancestor, right.

Wait, if Jeff and Chris are the same high, why did Jeff look taller....?

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I like Elliot being on the other side of the hotheadedness and seeing what the fuck that's like to deal with.

Oh come on Elliot, you'll get him eventually. Fucking Kryst. "Good cop" shut the fuck up Frank.

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I am absolutely not fond of all this "sun in the eyes angle".

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Fucking hell this is stupid. I like this CI too. He's probably dead. Or not, but he's done with that, he's never going to gain the guy's trust.

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Goddamn, I HATE the SVU Squad room, like, what the fuck. Do they have any excuse for it changing over the years? Genuinely curious.

They found her way too quick. UGH. Gross. Just all this is so gross.

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Law & Order: Special Victims Unit

Season 24, Episode 1: Gimme Shelter, Part 2

Ugh, I regret all of this so much. On with the crap.

Their squad room set shit is so grossly cold. Like the one the the revived L&O had is that the squad room isn't the worst. This one? This one is just fuckery on the eyes. At least OC is visually followable too. And this lighting. How does anyone stand this?

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Holding that phone like that in interrogation???

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"what's an old man to her" a very valid question about a 14 year old calling someone old.

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No, not recording sex. Recording rape. Geezus. Bad wording.

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This young actress is good.

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I hate this show, but I still hate Kelli is gone because she very much seemed to love working there. I hate they booted to POC to (pay less) for one white guy.

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"don't come in here!" Liv yells to officers who do not stop in their tracks.

I was just going to be the terrorist case they always wanted to do with the original three shows?

Ugh. I hate that Criminal Intent wasn't around for this. I really would have loved to see with those three shows would have been like in that crossover during a lot better writing in the Law and Order universe. Makes absolutely no sense that they didn't try to do another crossover like after the first season of Criminal Intent. Well I guess unless they considered it would have been too difficult given shit going on with D'Onofrio at the time. Seems like the only way they can think of doing crossovers like this is with cases that end up being a terrorism case, which just isn't true.

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Evacuate? The fuck? How when the city is that big? How would that not get people killed in a panic? Kryst I miss peak Law and Order.

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Well Vince is going to die. Damn shame of a talented character actor.

Fuck. Hate this. They were so slow on this. The cops, they moved in way too slow. Gross. They keep killing people on this show related to OC. Absolutely fucking hate it. Usually it's women, but ffs, it's always super disgusting. What's the fucking point of it?

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As dumb as it is for Elliot to have tried to go after the guy, I liked that little bit.

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God I hate this shit.

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Oh good, Shaw speaks Spanish.

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Why didn't you start with the amount of time on that bomb, dude?

Bad explosion graphics.

Also, why do they want to blow up NATO shit? Also how the fuck can they hear?

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SVU, so Rollins finds her. Ok.

Oh, Rollins and Stabler cornering him. Nice.

Cosgrove took Liv's orders without question, interesting.

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One thing they definitely get with Jeff Donovan is someone who knows not only how to hold a gun, but who has a good stance while holding it.

Nice fucking judo throw by Meloni, fuck.

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Interesting how Cosgrove stops him, when he was angry as he was. But I guess "good cop" doesn't involve killer, even though he likes to get rough. Might have made more sense with Shaw though.

"Thanks for the" exchange was nice.

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Law & Order

Season 22, Episode 1: Gimme Shelter, Part 3

Ugh, not looking forward to this. I mean, I'm looking forward to it being done.

"shut this city down now" which they didn't.

Probably one of the few L&O episodes to start like this. Heavy on the Order.

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Yeah, we haven't figured out motive yet. And God does Hugh sound like a Brit speaking with an American accent is the best way I can describe it. He didn't need to even be from the US. It would have been interesting if his character was just as English as he is.

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Oh this is how the current Law & Order opening theme is? Ew.

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These law sets are great. Bright. Lively, so much better than the other two shows.

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Was, they didn't have Carisi at all, did they?

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God Mehcad is so big.

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The video quality is pretty clear, what the fuck?

Well, people are saying the legal stuff is going to shit on this show. Used to be much better.

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Damn, Rollins was a good shot.

Oh, that was the shot that got the write out started. UGH. I hate Dick Wolf so much.

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Once again I'm just like "the lack of Criminal Intent content is unacceptable." That fandom needs to be so, so many times larger than it is. It would be so much more popular at this time. It's like no one knows it exists. Like it was just written out of existence. Like someone tried to erase it. So fucking gross.

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Oh Carisi. There he is.

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Oh ffs, Liv.

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Dismiss terrorism charges? Insane, given the target.

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This is probably the first original plot the revival has done.

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Oh good, Mccoy making sense.

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Oh I knew it. This guy that always plays Russians is of course playing a Russian.

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Oh they let this episode be 45 minutes. That's never a thing in TV anymore.

Oh, Hugh's character tried to help him a little late, but he did.

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God what a nothing burger of an ending. That didn't feel satisfying in anyway. Like, the guy going off to inform on Putin would have been fine. Him dying a quick death? That's a waste.

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In Conclusion:

So, as much as I hated this, I have sadly seen them do disgustingly worse.

[fnf-amateur-writing]

Hey! It’s Fox again! How are you doing? I just started school back up today, so I’ve been busy Xp.

Think you would be cool with writing some Pico with an s/o who is a writer, and tends to ask him about things like “hey, how long does it take someone to bleed out” or other things like that?

I understand if you don’t feel like it, and I hope you’re having fun 😊

🦊

Hello again Fox, I'm doing quite well rn. I'm cool with your prompt, especially since I need more writing material anyways.

Took me a while, because I didn't want to do a hc, but rather come up with a oneshot with a little twist to the style. Well, hope it works well.

Good luck with school, mate!

TW: Mentions of violence, swearing, slight sexual reference, and crime.

Pico with a writer S/O who asks him strange questions

Prologue:

On a chilly autumn morning, you were sitting out on your patio with a laptop and a mug of your favourite beverage next to you. Whenever you looked up, you could see the warm coloured leaves fall as the breeze accompanied you. The whole scene was an aesthetic.

When your boyfriend, Pico, came outside to see this, he knew that the nice environment you surrounded yourself with meant one thing. "You're back in your writing space already. Heh, with that bestseller you published, I thought you were comfy taking a break." You simply smiled and said, "can't waste the inspiration rush I got right now."

Pico had a good point though, with your rising popularity as an author, you were near set to retire before turning fourty. But you wish you weren't given all of the credit, since your boyfriend's stories of his dodgy job has occasionally sparked some ideas for your stories. However the books you wrote in the past were usually meant for the young adult and had few mature themes. This time, you thought maybe it's time to garner extra inspiration from those stories.

You were met with some disappointment when you realised that your mug was empty, only a drop entering your mouth. "Here, babe, I'll ya some more," Pico said, taking your mug and walking inside. "Quick question," you stopped him. "Yeah?"

"What would be the best place for a murder cemetery?"

"... What?"

Chapter 1:

"So you're doing some story about the police hunting down a mass murderer?"

"Pretty much."

"And to think you were gonna write Pixar's next script. Aight' I respect that." Pico takes a seat next to you with a refill of your drink placed next to your favourite writing laptop. "Thanks, Pico. But yeah, I want to branch out to something edgier, and I think you can help too."

"Let me show you what I've got so far." You showed him some of your notes in a little notepad document, detailing the story thus far and your current plans for this chapter. "Oh, that's it? Just looks like boring police preparation mainly," Pico commented. "Yeah, it's not much right now. But it'll get juicy later." "And bloody?" "And bloody."

"Welp, I'm gonna head back in," Pico got up, "let me know if you need anything." He head back inside, closing the door, but then opened it almost immediately afterwards. Pico stuck his head out, "by the way, the guy should use some strong alcohol or something to throw off those sniffer dogs."

Chapter 2:

"And then, because they used a silencer, the police don't immediately notice the--"

"Nope! I'm calling bullshit (Y/N)!" Pico had suddenly interrupted your explanation of the scene you were currently working on. "Silencers can help prevent some hearing loss, sure, but they're not magic."

"Alright," you reply, "no silencer, but the killer still has to kill in a way to not get blood on them, so I thought shooting and killing them from a distance would work." "Well, they're alone. Instead, have the guy get shanked in the neck or something, and have the killer use a plastic bag as a glove. It saved my ass one time."

"Woah!" you exclaimed with a giggle, "you used a knife once? What happened to my trigger happy boyfriend, huh? That's pretty sus."

"I forgot to reload the Uzis, alright?"

"What an impostor would say."

Chapter 3:

"What would be the best way to muffle the scream of someone you kidnapped?"

You two were sitting on the couch together watching a show. You didn't have your laptop on you, so Pico didn't expect you to still be thinking about that book. "I can't say from experience, really," he said as he paused the show. "However, shove a rag in their mouth and duct tape it in, and you should be good."

"Thanks Pico, also one more thing." "Yeah?" "What if our killer also wanted to..." God, this one was gonna be awkward, but you had to say it or else no help. "You know, cut off this victim's willy. How would you do that?"

"Wai-wha-uh-ga," Pico started fumbling his words like never before. He stopped, then took a deep breath. "YO, WHAT THE FUCK?!" "It'll make sense in the story later, I promise!" You watch Pico begin to lose it, breaking into laughter. "Ladies, gentlemen, and others," Pico dramatically stood up, pulling a little Showcaster impression and directing his arms towards you, "my famous 'young' adult novelist partner!"

Chapter 4:

It was in the dead of night, but you awoke to Pico on his phone. His vpn was on and Tor was up. As per usual, he was checking up on his little hitman service, where others could request for a certain someone's guts to fly if they paid him a hefty sum first. Though tired, you ound this to be the best time to ask him some more questions.

"Pico, how do those sites work?"

"Oh, you're awake," Pico blankly stated, sleepy too. But he still answered you. "Basically, some anonymous rich guys in the area give me money and a target, then I just do the thing and send a mission accomplished email." "Do they pay you in person?" "Nah, we use always use Bitcoin. It's a lot harder to trace than real money."

"Thanks Pico. Goodnight," you wish him, yawning and going back to sleep. "You too... So this guy is a hit man too?" "Hush. Tomorrow." "Okay." Pico puts his phone away, leaving it on a nightstand. You then spoon the night away, peacefully thinking of murder as you drifted off.

Chapter 5:

On a morning similar to before, you two sat on the patio with your drinks and laptop at the ready. Pico watched rather awkwardly as you typed away, wondering why you haven't entertained him with another question yet.

"You gonna ask anything else?" "What? Oh, nah," you plainly state. Inevitable, sure, but he was kind of saddened. He liked being able to share his messed up wisdom. "So, you're done?" "Almost." You turn to look at him, "want the spoilers?" Pico smiled, "sure thing."

In the novella you and Pico crafted together, the main character is a cop who hunts down a killer. They eventually notice that there would be two murders at a time for unknown reasons. Well, it was unknown until one victim had left up a dark web hit man for hire site. They that the hit man not only kills the target, but the client as a hidden price for the service.

And any request will be fulfilled, according to the hit man's site.

"Do they catch 'em?" Pico asked. "Well, ANY request is granted. So, if our hero were to... hire him to kill himself..."

"No way!"

"He did. They find both of their bodies in his bedroom."

Pico was a bit impressed with the ending you came up with, but then he remembered something. "Why did that guy get his thing cut off?" "Lol, I forgot," you giggled. "He sent a message to the hit man, saying he wishes the target would choke on his dick."

"That's my favourite part."

Epilogue:

After everything was finished up, you sent the book off to your editor. After the initial joy of knowing how the story ended, you saw that Pico was still in thought. "What's up with you?" "Oh nothing, well it's just... I'm probably just biased, being that I'm a bit of a hitman myself, but it's kind of sad to see the guy go."

"Then I should spoil the epilogue I came up with." Rather than being excited, Pico nervously asked, "what's an epilogue?" He didn't get an answer, only you staring at him. "Sorry, school held too many bad memories for me to pay attention."

"Anyways," you continue, "the rest of the police gang did some background checks, and find that our killer was a normal guy with no criminal history."

"Penilian?"

"No. But I did decide to take a more supernatural approach here. Somewhere across the country, another string of double homicides occur and that site is active once more. And the story kind of repeats itself."

"Penilian."

"You joker," you give him a playful little kiss on the cheek, one that definitely caught him off guard. "So is it canon?" Pico smirked. "Nah, just thanking you for being my cute little co-author." "Oh," Pico started, "so we're flirtin' now, huh. Come here babe!" He tackled you onto the ground, giving you several kisses in exchange.

"Actually, I think we call that 'making out'," you chuckle out, flustered. "But that doesn't mean I said stop'!" You pull him in for more, accidentally bonking your heads together rather painfully. "Nice double kill there, (Y/N)."

[mindyourownbiscuitss]

I’ve got a bridge to sell people if they honestly believe there’s more evidence that Damien, Jason, and Jesse committed the murders than say a certain stepfather.

The “evidence” on the three:

1) the confessions?! You’re kidding me, right? The first time Jesse supposedly “confessed” and it was taken to a judge to get the arrest warrants the cops were laughed out of the courtroom, figuratively speaking. Then the murders happened at noon when the boys were in school? They were sexually assaulted and raped? No, no, and no. Even the totally incompetent medical examiner got that part right. Side note: the cops actually thought it might have been animal predation before they went off on their wacky satanism theory. I’ll have to see if I can find the article and/or note on Callahan about that. I’ll post the link in the comment section if anyone reads this post.

2) the fiber evidence!? Haaaaa! Fiber evidence is now considered junk science. Some of this fiber was proven in 2012 to not match anyway. All of that information is in the Bode section on Callahan. Besides, they didn’t search the victims’ homes to see if they could find clothing etc to “match” the fibers. That automatically makes this “evidence” useless. Goodbye.

3) the blue candle wax?! Ooooh this is a fun one. It was never proven to be candle wax in the first place. And that blue candle? In Damien’s then girlfriends’ place. Hey! Maybe it was Damien and Domini that actually committed the murders and the crazy Hollingsworth family was right in their sighting 🙄 imo, that supposed blue candle wax was either a melted crayon or some type of candy. Stuff that an eight year old would probably have at any given moment. Especially after a school day. Anyhoo.

4) the lake knife!? Let’s please not even get into the stupidity of a knife being used when there were no stab wounds or even deep slashes. A murderer is not going to merely scratch the surface of their victim in a brutal triple homicide, ffs. Besides, Jason’s mom threw that knife in the lake probably a year earlier. Why do you think they found the god damned thing so quick? THEY KNEW WHERE TO LOOK!

5) lack of alibis!? Three teenagers in the 90s not having an alibi when there were no cellphones and on a day that was normal for them? NOT EVIDENCE. Besides, once again, I’m pretty sure Damien and Jesse had alibis. Maybe not the best but proving it in the 90s? Eh. Having teenagers tripped up on the cross examination is not a hard thing for a prosecutor to do, too. And I’m pretty sure Jessie even alibis himself in the Bible Confession. The kids went missing around 6:30 (or they were last seen around that time) and Jesse was at his trailer park when the police responded to an incident there. Others saw him there (it’s no surprise the cop(s) on the scene conveniently missed him though) and stated as much. Also, funny how he can describe that exact incident with no help or stumbling unlike the crime people say he committed. Funny funny that.

That’s not evidence folks. Not even circumstantial evidence. At least not in this day and age.

[marcusrobertobaq]

Hank may be a drunk bastard that doesn't know shit bout technology and ain't an exemplar cop anymore, especially as supervisor and falling into "corrupt" kinda stuff

But mf got years being a detective, and a good one. He still got these skills enough to guess stuff correctly or in the right direction.

The thing is: he ain't a detective anymore. He's there to supervise detectives (a team), also when needed on scene - which is the case in Ortiz's case, and also cuz Connor needed a supervisor so he could access the crime scene, after all...the crime is "unusual". Not the homicide part but the deviancy part.

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Home For The Weekend

Gif not mine, found on Pinterest

Summary: after finally closing the case he’s been working on for weeks, Walter comes home to his equally exhausted wife. They decide to spend the weekend on the couch, cuddled up together and eating takeout.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x teacher! Reader

Warning: nothing really, fluff, tiiiny bit of angst if you squint maybe, implied nudity? (Walter takes a shower), also worth a warning that i’ve been pretty writer-blocked the last few months and am still not completely rid of it... also not beta’d all typos are mine, aaalso this is my first time writing for Walter and this is completely based on the very few soft moments we saw of him, especially his last scene

Not your thing? Don’t read it.

A/N: this is me committing to that one idea I had with Walter  trying to prove his wife’s innocence on a crime she’s wrongly accused of

Word count: 1750

Title: Home For The Weekend

You know the drill... Like, comment and reblog if you liked it❤️ Writers live off validation💕 Enjoy💗

Ugh, finally home, you think to yourself as you close the door behind you, slumping against it while you toe off your shoes and drop your purse. Shrugging off your coat, you walk over to the couch, eyeing it longingly before tossing your coat over the backrest and shuffling over to the kitchen, getting yourself a glass of water, eagerly gulping it down to wash away the stale taste of coffee from the school’s old machine. After setting the glass back down on the counter, you slowly make your way to the bedroom, finally allowing yourself to sit down and pause.

Two minutes, then you get up and look for some comfortable clothes you’d wear the entire weekend. But you don’t look in your closet. Oh no, you open the door to Walter’s and pull out a random sweater, tossing it onto the bed along with your yoga pants you carelessly discarded of yesterday. Yawning, you quickly change and just when you’re ready to fall onto your bed again, you hear your phone ringing… from inside your purse, still by the front door.

Groaning, you rush to answer it, but your mood brightens immediately when you see the caller ID.

“Hey, babe,” you squeal, plopping down on the couch.

You’re met with a chuckle on the other end of the line. “Hi, baby. Are you home already?”

“Uh-huh, just got here few minutes ago. What’s up? What’s so important that it couldn’t wait until you come home tonight?” you ask teasingly.

“Well, I’m on my way home right now,” Walter chuckles. Someone’s in a good mood, apparently. “Hey, did you, uh, have any plans for dinner today?”

“Nope, and I’m not going to cook. Work was a lot today, all I wanna do is curl up on the couch.”

“So take out it is?” you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Definitely. And now get off the phone, Detective Marshall, before I call the cops on you.”

“Good thing you’re already talking to the cops, Mrs. Marshall. I’ll see you at home, baby. Love you.”

“Love you too. Hurry up.”

With that, the line goes dead, leaving you to listen out for the deep rumble of his truck. The drive home from the station should take him about 15 minutes, if traffic allowed it. So you’d have to wait a bit. During that time, you had to force yourself not to go wandering around the house looking for food or falling asleep on the couch, exhaustion from the day paired with near to no time to eat while trying to discipline a bunch of seven-graders begging you to do both things at once. So, you preoccupy yourself with grading the last few remaining essays your students kept you from looking over in class.

The moment you hear Walter’s truck pull up in the driveway, you practically skip to the door with excitement, leaving your work spread out on the coffee table. All that matters right now is that your husband is home, and that not just for sleeping a couple hours before going back to the station. You rip the door open and throw your arms around his neck, holding him tightly until he hugs back. Still, he grumbles. As a homicide detective’s wife you should know better than opening the door without checking who’s there!

“This was dangerous. I could have been whoever. How many times do I have to te-?”

“I missed you, baby,” you mumble against his neck, cutting him off and pulling back to quickly peck his lips, stopping him from saying anything further. “Now come on, it’s cold.”

With you still in his arms, he takes step after step inside, making you walk backwards with him, until he can kick the door shut with his heel. Only then, he lets go of you to take off his jacket and shoes. You watch him, leaning against the wall.

“So…” you draw out the word, “This is more than just a few hours stay?”

“I’m done with the case,” Walter smiles at you, handing his heavy jacket to the rack, “You’ll have me for the whole weekend. C’mon.”

He takes your hand and goes into the living room. At one point, you let go to take a short trip over to the kitchen, getting your tired husband a glass of water as he slumps down on the couch.

“Thanks, baby,” he hums when you hand it to him. You just nod and sit next to him, squishing into his side.

“If I remember correctly you said something about takeout?” you smile, pulling out your phone.

“I did? I don’t remember,” Walter chuckles, setting down the glass in midst all your papers.

“You sure did. So, what will it be? Pizza? Burger? Tacos? Or maybe Chinese?”

“I don’t care, really, baby. You pick, I’ll go have a shower,” Walter groans, standing, lightly squeezing your knee as he gets up.

“Okay, Chinese it is,” you grin, turning on the couch to watch your husband rid of his gear. You’ve seen him do it many many times before, but something about him putting his gun, badge and handcuffs onto the kitchen counter always amazes you. But it’s the same every time: before you can figure out what exactly it is that makes you love that little ordinary thing he does, the moment is gone and Walter is already on his way to the bathroom.

Deciding not to dwell, your rumbling stomach making itself known, you open the site of your favorite Chinese place. You add your usual to the cart and then stare at the menu, your mind blank.

“Babe, what do you want?” you call over the running water when you peek your head into the bathroom.

“Where’re you ordering?” Walter calls back.

“Usual.”

“Alright. Uh… the broccoli beef, fried rice.”

“Mhmhh,” you hum, adding his order, “Anything else? Spring rolls or soup? Or both?”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

“Okay,” you call, adding some mini spring rolls and spicy chicken noodle soup to the cart.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you finish up your order and then go into the bedroom, getting out some comfy clothes for Walter to wear once he’s done showering. Settling on a tee and some sweatpants, you leave them on the toilet and throw his old clothes into the hamper. After that, you go to clean off the coffee table, sorting your papers and putting them back into the folder – to be corrected another time – and start laying the table. A little bit later, Walter comes out of the bathroom, fully dressed; his curls still damp, leaving little droplets on his tee. He joins you on the couch, pulling you onto his lap.

“I missed you, baby,” he mumbles into your neck before softly kissing the skin, his beard tickling, making you squirm in his arms and turn a little to face him.

“I missed you, too,” you breathe back and lean in to kiss him properly for the first time in days. The two of you practically melt into each other as your lips and tongues dance, time seeming to fall away.

The more you get lost, the more the doorbell startles you, indicating your food has arrived. Gently, Walter pushes you off his lap and gets up. While he’s busy paying and taking the food, you go over to the kitchen and pour each of you a glass of wine. As soon as the two of you are back on the couch, the feasting begins. You chat about your day, well, mostly you telling Walter about your day while he smiles and nods at everything you say. You chat about your plans for the weekend and come to the conclusion you’ll spend it holed up on the couch, watching TV. While you’re immersed telling Walter about how a colleague dumped all the organization for an upcoming field trip on you, your husband takes his chance to steal a spring roll off your plate. You stop mid-sentence.

“What?” you laugh and reach your chopsticks to steal a piece of broccoli of Walter’s plate, but he catches your wrist, giving you a playful smirk. “Hey! Not fair,” you huff.

“Is it?” Walter lets go of your wrist, picks up the chunk of broccoli you had been out for and brings it to your face. Rolling your eyes, you open your mouth, allowing him to drop it on your tongue. You continue eating, stealing or feeding each other bits of food here and there. When you’re done, you load everything in the dishwasher while Walter takes out the trash. After that you settle back on the couch, cuddled together, wrapped in a blanket, each of you equipped with a filled up glass of wine.

Walter turns on the TV and picks out a movie, holding you a little tighter , making you snuggle closer to his side. You rest your head on his shoulder and within the first 20 minutes of the movie, you’re fast asleep. Walter chuckles quietly at you, turns off the TV and carries you over into bed. He lies you down and climbs in behind you, holding you close with his nose buried in your hair.

Oh, how he had missed your scent that past week. He swears to himself he’d try to work regular hours, so he could spend more time with you. As he always does on Friday night. And every week again he’s faced with the reality that it just doesn’t work out. But this time he’d do it. For you. Even if it was just to watch you grade papers. Even if it was just to hear you chuckle at some mistake one of your students made. He’d try to be there for you. No, he will be there for you. Because you do the same for him, doing most work at school so you could spend the little time you had together completely focused on each other.

With one of his arms beneath your head, the other wrapped tightly around your middle, he pulls you close against his chest, and soon falls asleep to the feel of your small, warm body in his arms, the even rise and fall of your chest and the quiet sighs that leave your lips, letting him know you’re dreaming.