#i'm high and rambling in these tags now i'll stop

[terrainofheartfelt]

do you think blair or serena is more anti-hero

It is both of them, but I raise you this: it is most Jenny Humphrey

I mean, the parallels!

I wake up screaming from dreaming / One day, I'll watch as you're leaving / 'Cause you got tired of my scheming and You say that now, but I'll do something to let you down, then you'll turn your back like everyone else.

and the repeated refrain of I'm the problem, it's me with No one is forcing you to be here and The only thing that needs to get back to normal here is you.

"Anti-Hero" belongs to Jenny Humphrey the most.

[cesium-sheep]

so there’s a trans girl boob sweat post going around, and op was distressed by cis men warning trans men about ball sweat in the notes because “they don’t just grow them” and like. no, they don’t just spontaneously sprout testes, but like. you know trans men can get srs too right. and the testicles are usually treated as part of the genitals from an aesthetic perspective, even if they’ll be nonfunctional. and I pointed this out to arin and she was like “huh. oh yeah.”

It Is Wild How Little Anyone Other Than Transmasc Folks Seem To Know About Being Transmasc

[phoenix-flamed]

Me, fondly remembering my playthroughs of FFVII, VIII, IX, X, X-2, and XII: I don't need more blogs I don't need more blogs I don't need more blogs I do --

Though if I did RP as anyone, it'd hands-down be Beatrix from IX.

[sashasluggo]

Gwough

[oepionie]

—VOICELINES ABOUT YOU. various

Synopsis: Yuuken interrogates some of the boys on the campus about their special someone. Hearing their loving ramblings on you was certainly not what he expected.

Tags: Self-Indulgent, Fluff, Angst if you squint really hard, Reader is not Yuu, Tweels are a bit...too mad in love, I brainrotted so hard, You're Malleus' fiancee, Malleus doesn't know how to tell a joke someone help him

Cw. Riddle's Mother, Overworking, Hospitalizations, Poor living conditions, Illness, Bullying, Allusions to violence, Marriage, Tad bit of possesive behavior, Description of stabbing

WordCount: 2k+ | 💌Masterlist

R.R | RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

About: Riddle's Rose

"Rose? I see you've met that troublesome intern at the library. That's a nickname. Their name is (Y/N) and yes, they are my partner." "A-Ah? I'm so direct? Well, you asked me a question! Though...I would prefer that this discussion end here. I prefer to keep my relationship with them private.”

Chat: Childhood Memories

“Ever since we were young, (Y/N) was quite rebellious. The complete opposite of me as a child, really. They were always sneaking off during the night and coming over to visit me. Mother...didn't approve of them and often screamed in their face. I was quite terrified she would scare them away, though that didn't stop them at all. Haha, I think they got even more persistent afterwards. I am truly glad I met them.”

Personal Story: To the Hospital

“Again...? I see. Thank you, Trey. Hmph, I'll have to schedule another visit once more."

> "Riddle? What's wrong?"

"Ah, Yuuken—It's Rose. They've gotten admitted to the hospital...again. (Y/N) is quite impulsive and tends to bite off more than they can chew. On more than occasion, like now, I would find out about their hospital admissions via Trey days or even weeks after."

>"Aren't you dating? Why aren't they telling you?"

"They claim that they withhold the information from me out of concern for my workload or out of fear of being a burden. Though that is—a sentiment I don't understand. Nothing is more important to me than their health."

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R.B | RUGGIE BUCCHI

About: The Photo In His Wallet

"Where is it?! Man, I'm so fucked if I lost it—Oh?! Oi, Yuuken! That wallet's mine! Man, thanks a lot. I really would've been screwed over if it weren't for you." "Eh? The photo? Shishishishi curious, aren't cha? Hmmm...how 'bout this? You get me a steaming hot meat bun and I'll give you a story time about them."

Chat: A Hopeful Future

"My studies? Course I take them seriously! That's what's gonna' put food on the table one day. Plus, I wanna' give (Y/N) the life they deserve—What'd I mean? Well, if I'm going to be their husband, I want 'em to live comfortably. It's not like we need anythin' luxurious, anyways. As long as we're together and there's enough food to go by, it's going to be all right."

Personal Story: In Sickness and In Health

"....that's good to hear. Please look after 'em, granny. Love ya." The call ends and Ruggie sighs. "That's the best news I've received since."

>"News?"

"Guh-?! Man! What's with you and sneaking up on me!? Yeah yeah—you heard right...news. Granny just called me to talk about (Y/N), their health is looking up. Tell ya' what, I knew that deal with Azul was worth it. I managed to snag some medicine and send it home."

>"Oh? Medicine?"

"Yeah. Ever since my first year of high school, they were sick and bedridden. (Y/N)'s parents don't have enough money for a doctor, so there's not much they can do. Of course, I'm out here doin' my best to help too."

"I really...I really wanna see them up and runnin' again. Hey, who knows—maybe we'll get to make flower crowns for the village kids again...together."

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A.A | AZUL ASHENGROTTO

About: An Interrogation

"Yuuken, you’ve met (Y/N), I hear. Well, as their partner, it's only right that I ask you about it. I assume you don't mind. So, what is your opinion of them? Nothing short of perfection, I hope."

"Hm? You think they're nice? Good then."

Chat: Busy Octoboss

"With all the deals, my maintenance of my academic ranking, and my position as Monstro Lounge's manager, my workload is quite substantial compared to most. And, I regret to say that it does get in the way of my personal life, including quality time with my lover. It tears at my heart, yet I cherish how they're so understanding and patient. Still, sometimes I can't help but think I am undeserving of them..."

Personal Story: Deep Sea Bonds

"My childhood is not something that I appreciate or want to remember. Yet, despite everything I've been through, I do think it is pleasant to look back on the days when I met them. You see, (Y/N) was bullied too. They were just like me, relentlessly bad mouthed and hurt by the kids around us. However, they never failed to greet me every day with a bright smile on their face."

>"What a sunny person."

"They'd also always have the courage and bravery to stand up for me, often taking the brunt of the bullying. I wish I could say I did the same for them...but I was far too cowardly back then..."

>"Wow. You two must be really close, then."

"Of course. They've been through a lot.Which is exactly why I won't allow anyone to speak ill of them anymore." Azul pauses, smiling slyly. "Say, Yuuken. You'll tell me if anyone casts aspersions on my Angelfish, won't you?"

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J.L | JADE LEECH

About: A Helping Hand

"Hm? What's that? Ah, you’ve met my darling pearl. I see. I do notice how you’ve been frequenting Monstro Lounge lately…Have you perhaps acquired a romantic interest towards them? No? Hehe, Alright." "Now, to answer your question, yes, that is right; (Y/N) routinely comes over to visit and aid me in my Mountain Treks. I couldn't be more grateful for their assistance."

Chat: The Pearl Ring

"Oya? I see you're curious about the ring I've been crafting. Well, it's for (Y/N). You see, in merfolk culture, we create handcrafted jewelry to serve as a courting gift. This is one of many ornaments I plan on giving them. Though, this one is...particularly unique. Ah, well...(Y/N) Leech does have a nice ring to it, does it not?"

Personal Story: A Jaded Reaction

"Oya? (Y/N) is spending the night at Ramshackle? Whatever reason for?"

>"Grim wanted to have a game night."

"Ah. I see. How...lovely. What's that? My smile is frightening you? Oho, now is it? Hehe, my deepest apologies. We eels tend to be quite...protective. I so anticipate you to take good care of them. And fret not, as long as you keep them away from any harm, no disputes shall arise."

>"Uh...and if something happened?"

"What if something happened...? Well, I'm sure you wouldn't mind being hunted down the face of the earth, tied up, and pulled down to the deepest pits of the blue ocean, where no one can hear your anguished cries for help...Would you?" 

>"..."

"Just joking. I would never do that."

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F.L | FLOYD LEECH

About: A Sea Walnut

"(Y/N)? Aha~~~ You've heard of my little sea walnut? They're so adorable and squishy, yanno!—Is there a problem? If you got a problem with 'em, I'll squeeze you." "Oh? Not scared at all, huh? Ehe~ You sure are ballsy. Tread carefully now, shrimpy~!"

About: Ocean Currents

"Whenever a strong ocean current comes, sea walnut always huddles close to me and grabs my arm. They've always been afraid of being blasted away."

"They used to do that a lot when we were kids, but it never gets old. Hehe~ Sometimes, I lead them to places where the waves are strong, jus' so they can cling onto me! It's so funny to see 'em get afraid and scramble after me when I move too far away. "

Personal Story: Shark Attack

"Hmm~? Oh, what're these bite marks? Rad, aren't they? I got them after fighting a buncha' sharks."

>"Sharks?! Why would you do that?"

"To get these. It's shark teeth. Our anniversary is comin' up, and Jade suggested that I should make some jewelry for them. It's a merfolk courting thing. Azul 'n Jade told me to get them pearls, but I thought that was boring. So, I'm making one with shark teeth instead! Isn't that cool~?"

>"I-I guess, but what happened to the sharks?"

"Ugh. None of them were a fun hunt. The entire hoard swam away so fast. Can you believe it???… I’m not the typa eel who would let my prey get away that easily, though. And it’s not like I had anything better to do. Ehehe! There were so many of those sharks swarming around, but I managed to squeeze them all! Well, it was worth it in the end cuz I got what I wanted. I'll do anythin' for my little sea walnut~"

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J.V | JAMIL VIPER

About: A Hearty Meal

“What am i doing? Well, I'm making some Roast Chicken with Sumac Flatbread. Oh? Who's (Y/N)? Ah, Kalim must have told you, huh. (Y/N) is my partner. They are truly wonderful."

"For example—Though I like to think I'm skilled at disguising my true feelings, the moment I go to see them, they already know what I'm thinking. They have a keen sense of intuition and always seem to know what I need and when I need it. Truly, I'm grateful for such a caring—Ah, I'm sorry. I was rambling again."

Chat: Snake-Eyed Envy

"I can't dispute that a lot of people back home are vying for their affection.That bothers me at times. As Kalim's babysitter-ehem, retainer, I don't have enough time to check in on them every day...However, as cheesy as it sounds, I have yet to meet someone who is as smitten with (Y/N) as I am."

Personal Story: World Left Unsaid

"I soon understood that I was more than the circumstances of my birth, all thanks to (Y/N). In fact, My bond with Kalim has become stronger and more genuine thanks to them. I...realized my hatred for Kalim was just my desire for my circumstances to be different...I didn't hate him at all. Without (Y/N), I would never have understood it."

>"They must be very important to you, Jamil."

"Absolutely. I was terrified that I might lose them after my overblot. But to my surprise, they stayed with me. Naturally, it hurt them, but they were really compassionate towards me and about how much I had to go through."

>"Do they know of what you feel?"

"I...I don't think (Y/N) realizes just how much I cherish them. I don't think now's the right time for that though. I've hurt them too much and I still have a long way to go before I fix things."

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M.D | MALLEUS DRACONIA

About: He's Engaged?!

"I am, indeed, betrothed. Heh. Why are you looking so bewildered, Child of Man? If I'm going to be a king someday, it only makes sense that I would need someone to reign alongside me, no? At first glance, (Y/N) may seem aloof, but as you get to know them more, you'll see that they are actually incredibly lovely and warm."

"You never thought I was one for romance? My, my... What a bold statement, you best learn how to hold your tongue. Have you considered that I could use lightning to smite you where you stand?...Now, now—That was a joke. You don't have to cower in fear."

Chat: Safe And Sound

"My precious treasure tells me that I tend to get protective at times. Though can you really fault a lover for wanting to protect the one who is most important to them in this cruel, ruthless world. One where others will not hesitate to turn on you?"

Personal Story: The Art Of War

"I am actually the first of my lineage to wed someone who is not a noble. You see, (Y/N) is a knight-in-training. And, as you can probably guess, they served as my retainer. To see them at work was truly a magnificent sight to witness. They command attention and radiate strength. While I had always admired them, I could not bring myself to express my true feelings to them. Until...that night."

>"That night?"

"Yes. On the evening of Silver's 16th birthday, someone had rushed at me with a dagger in hand. (Y/N) was the first to respond and took the hit for me...The sound of their screams as the knife tore through their flesh was truly...horrifying."

>"That's horrible! What happened to the guy?"

"Worry not, he was taken care of accordingly....If there is anything I’ve learned from Lilia's many teachings, it’s that the worst calamities that befall an army arise from hesitation. To avoid further offensives, one must deal with and eliminate adversaries as soon as possible. Don't you think so?"

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[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Writeblr intro post

So yeah when I first came here I didn't know this was a thing so I've been working on this in the background. Now that it won the poll, I'm making it now!

I'm going to edit this post as I go so it has more links as I make posts about my WIPs!

About Me

Hi. Call me Kaylin. It's a pen name but I like it. (Some people are just finding out this isn't my real name and y'all should've read the bio)

I'm an education major and do writing on the side and it's a huge passion of mine (hence why I want to teach literacy)

Asexual demiromantic sapphic (she/her) currently in a relationship - (I am comfortable within reason to talk about my experiences)

Love ask games and tag games and generally interacting with others

Love reblogging mutuals' writing talking about WIPs!

21+ but my WIPs are YA - I don't usually reblog anything with a mature community label (sorry in advance for mutuals who do), but when I do I mark it 18+ and I try to label content warnings (LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED SOMETHING)

I'm an educator by heart so I love giving feedback, know a lot about kids, and of course education psychology and theory

I have minor scoliosis, early start of arthritis in my hands, and chronic headaches and migraines attacks in control with medication if anyone needs to ask me about these experiences for writing purposes. I also occasionally use a cane due to knee pain from an injury.

I have an ultimate get to know me game here if you want to check that out

My asks are always open! Feel free to stop in whenever you want!

My WIPs

The Secret Portal

See linked intro post for more detail!

YA sci-fi/fantasy

Planned to be a five book series

Quick version: A bunch of adolescents discover a portal to a dimension populated by people with powers. There's also a war. Yayyy.

The first installment is currently in the process of being read by beta readers. Apply to be one here!

Tagged as #the secret portal, #tsp, or #teaspoon if you want to give it a nickname. #tsp updates and #tsp excerpt are used as well. All characters get their own tag and #alium will be used when talking about my world building

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School of the Legends

YA urban fantasy fairy tale retelling

International school for people with gifts (born with), majicks (learn), and curses (given).

Currently in planning stage but five chapters have been written.

No intro post yet but I'm working on it!

Tagged as #school of the legends and #sotl. Also use #sotl updates and #sotl excerpt, though not as often as TSP

Ask to be added to or removed from the tag list! @illarian-rambling @katwritesshit @wyked-ao3

Other Ideas

It Was All Just a Dream - high school senior gets an entire redemption arc via vivid dream

The Emerald of Secrets - temporary title for vague fairy fantasy idea

Perspectives - we watch the same event five times in a row from different perspectives

Eternity - temporary title for a supernatural detective story

The Others - temporary title for a sci-fi apocalypse story

There are more but these are the main ones

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Updates on my writing

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Beta requests, book announcements, and intro posts to help boost!

I try to keep things positive! If I see a negative post about writing I'll usually reblog it with some positive spin. Sorry if that's annoying but it makes me sad that people aren't happy about writing.

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[kaylinelizabeth4004]

Young and Beautiful

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) x Reader

Synopsis: DS Y/N Warner uses DI Alec Hardy’s flat for some late night work

Word Count: 4890

Tags: fem!reader, fluff, smut, praise, sweet, very sweet smut, if your name is Becca look away

She didn't even bother to knock, not knowing or caring if he was in, she just slid open his sliding glass door and let herself inside. Then she plopped the case files on his sofa, pushed his coffee table to the side, and laid them all out in front of in her. He'd come round about an hour later, when all the papers lie in their own stacks across his rug, Y/N in the middle eating a slice of toast with a wild look in her eyes.

"Warner, what're you doing here?"

"There's something we're missing, there has to be, and I'm so close to it!" She said, her baby hairs frizzing wildly as her hair came loose from her ponytail. She either didn't care or didn't notice as she stood up, a paper in hand. DI Alec Hardy stood in his own doorway, flabbergasted to his DS rambling in his room at half past 4am. "I think it has to do with Aaron, it's got to be. His alibi doesn't make sense, he won't tell us where he was, and he knew Sophia well enough. At least more than some of the other persons of interest. I've tracked down the local cab company and one of the drivers says he remembers giving a bloke a ride late that night, said the lad was proper out of breath and not exactly chatty. I've already got him lined up to come in tomorrow for more information. As for the trace amounts of DNA in the victims mouth we don't have a match yet but the lab did say it wasn't as disintegrated as they'd initially thought which gives me hope! I've got -" 

"Warner!" Hardy shouted, interrupting her speech. "What the hell are you doing in my house half past 4?"

She gestured around her as though it should be obvious, "working."

"And you can't do that at your own flat?"

She giggled, and continued to ramble. When she was really tired, like proper one second away from passing out tired, like she was now, she couldn't shut up. It didn't matter if the person she was talking to didn't want to hear it or wasn't listening or couldn't hear it - having a deaf cousin worked to her favor in these instances - she would continue to prattle on about what she needed to, "no. My roommate's got her boyfriend over and they were proper loud. Could practically hear the bed rattling, and it wasn't doing me any good. You don't sleep anyway so I figured I could use the space to lay it out. I didn't think you'd not be home. Why're you dressed nice? Did you come from a date? Is that what this is? Is there some woman waiting outside?"

"No!" DI Hardy looked halfway offended at the suggestion. "I've just got back from work. Was gonna make a cuppa then keep going til you showed up."

She squealed and went for something on the floor, lifting it up then crawling to a different paper,"I take two sugars."

"I know your bloody order. Shouldn't you go and sleep?"

She waved a hand, "I'll sleep when I'm dead. What I really need is for the world to be open 24/7. If I could only call this bloke right now and half my questions could be answered. You know my order? That's sweet."

He scoffed, "it's not unique. Warner, when was the last time you slept?"

"Uhh, I slept a few hours on Tuesday. Why do you look all high and mighty? You don't sleep either, don't eat. You're practically a miserable little skeleton carting your life way through life."

"I am not -" he stopped taking. Partially because she hadn't stopped either, continuing to chatter about whatever her heart desired. And partly because he didn't know if he was going to refute the miserable part, the little part, or the skeleton part. Or if he even could refute it. He snorted, well he wasn't little. He was over 6 foot. And he could eat more, he knew that. But he often forgot about food until he had to.

"I know a fellow who took nine sugars. Can you imagine that! Nine sugars! You're drinking piss flavored juice at that point. Pardon mh French, sir. He was very strange... called himself Witchfinder as though you couldn't search on the web magic shops. Maybe we should start calling ourselves Crimefinders. Criminalfinders? That doesn't roll off the tongue, now does it?"

DI Hardy realized Y/N wasn't going to answer any of his questions in this state, so he shuffled over to the kitchen to make some tea. He took his coat off, tossing it on whatever available counter space there was with a yawn. He wanted to sleep, knew he probably had to, but he'd probably dream of something he didn't want to dream about. Lately it'd been odd mental pictures of his coworkers all hurt, Y/N choked, Ellie crying, hell even Brian made the scene with a glazed look in his eyes. He didn't know why he had these thoughts, he'd never considered himself a particularly caring individual over his coworkers. But it had haunted him off from sleep for the foreseeable future.

He made two cups of tea, disposing two sugars into Warner's as she said. Then he walked back over to his living room and sat down, elbows on his knees as he scanned her work.

"Thank you!" She said, grabbing her mug and take a large gulp of it. "What do you think of this, sir? He doesn't strike me right. Can't place it."

"The name is familiar," Hardy admitted. He went to his laptop and started typing away, trying to place the name. "Ah, he's been arrested for aggravated assault. Both charges dropped, looks like some brawls in the pubs."

"I s'pose that doesn't suggest he murdered a girl."

"Doesn't rule him out either, if he's willing to punch a stranger in a pub what would he do to someone he knows?"

She giggled and scrambled for her pencil, "I should write that down for my novel!"

"You're writing a novel?"

"Mmhmm, started it tonight. 'Adventures of Harner and Wardy.'"

Alec set his mug down, and took hers from her hand as well. "Alright, time for bed now."

"What? No! I've got more novel to write and crime to solve! We've not even started discussing the potential that Louise is lying about her husband's alibi. I mean really? She says he binged Big Bang Theory with her all night and I'm all for binging telly but of all the shows you choose that one? The laugh track is funnier than the actual show half the time - is this your bedroom?"

Hardy had helped Y/N to her feet and led her to his bedroom in the back. She was still rambling about the most irrelevant things when he guided her to sit on the edge of his bed. He didn't often make it, so he was glad to note that it was done up well. Warner hadn't slept in almost a full 48 hours and he knew that even with a brain as sharp as hers, it was dull as Katie's without sleep. He got on his knees before her, carefully untying her shoes and sliding them off her feet. He put them by the door and helped her out of her coat jacket.

"What're you doing?" She finally asked as he hung the jacket on the back of the door. "Are you hitting on me?"

"What? I -"

"Because if you are hitting on me that's totally okay, but I should warn you I'm getting sleepy so I might not be the best lay. But you are proper good looking so I wouldn't say no." She made a face, "my boss wouldn't like that would he? Noooo, can't call someone proper good looking. I'm not trying to be a knob, just communicating that you've got no problems in the looks department. None, like ever. Personality maybe but you took my shoes off for me so that gets you at least a few brownie points."

Alec felt like he was malfunctioning, his arm stuck out, frozen midair from her words. She just called him attractive. And not just good looking, but good looking enough she'd want to sleep with him! He'd never been used to such straight forward compliments and didn't quite know if he believed it. So he just worked on autopilot, helping tuck her into bed.

"Go to sleep, Warner." He flicked off the lights and closed the door. What the hell. What the hell. Alec blinked rapidly like that would make any of what just happened make any sense at all.

He stood awkwardly outside the door of the bedroom. Should he - is he- what's the proper procedure with this? He should know, he was married once, had enough sex to have a child! But it seemed all that knowledge left the moment Claire stole back the pendant, fizzling his marriage, his life, his career. Now he was left taking uneven breaths as the sun crept up, an employee who's attracted to him sleeping in his bed after 40+ hours of not sleeping.

He found himself back at his laptop, slowly typing out what to do when someone admits to fancying you. But the results were not his thing, videos of very forward men and women moving very quickly into other actions. Alec was not opposed to the action, sex. But he couldn't fathom how to get there. So he sat in his kitchen drinking old tea, and staring at his door.

An hour later he crept in to grab a different tie for work, and saw Y/N completely passed out. She was curled in a ball, cradling his pillow and lightly snoring. She looked content. It made him smile against his better judgment. He left her in there, scribbling a note on a piece of paper he taped to the bedroom door before he left for the station.

Y/N Warner woke up nearly 12 hours later. It was practically dark when she opened her eyes. She blinked away the sleep that threatened to creep in around the corners of her eyes, and propped herself up on her elbows to survey the scene around her. She didn't recognize the room she was in, blank walls and bland sheets. There was no personality to it. For a moment, she wondered if she'd gotten a hotel room and just had no memory of it.

Then she smelt a familiar, faint scent. She couldn't place it or really describe it other than she liked it, it was warm. Stupidly, she let her face fall into the pillow to inhale the scent. Oh my god.

She shot up quickly, realizing where she was. The memories of last night flooded her mind.

"Shit, shit, shit." A hand flew to her brow as she tried to process. She'd come here to work because her roommate was fucking her boyfriend into the oblivion. DI Hardy came back, made her a cuppa. She wouldn't shut up, kept rambling about the Big Bang Theory (why?) and Witchfinders (how?) before he guided her here. Then she - "no." She said audibly, she did not make a pass at DI Hardy in his bed, late at night and practically drunk on exhaustion. Her eyes flit around the room before landing on the one piece of decoration, a framed photo of Hardy and Daisy, his daughter. "No." She said again, as though it could stop her ramblings.

Y/N rushed out of the bed, scrambling to find her shoes before she saw them neatly lying next to the door. She was usually very professional, if not a little eccentric. But no one could fault you for being a lot when you were good at your job and solved cases. She brought justice to people, she knew she did. And she might have risked it all because she worked herself too far and hit on her boss. Regardless of how stupid attractive he was, that was still work place harassment.

She shoved her shoes on, forced her arms into the holes of her suit jacket and ambled out into his living space. There were papers everywhere. They covered the floor like a new rug, slouched over the chairs and clung to the walls by hall dead pieces of tape. She looked for her mobile, patting her pockets. Shit, she must have left it in the bedroom. When she turned she spotted a note on the door.

'At the office. Feel free to not come in.'

Oh she was dead. She'd lost her job forever, she would never work again. This stupid blasted career she'd worked so hard on gone.

She ran back and found her mobile among the sheets, shoved it into her pocket and ran to leave the home. Then DI Hardy stood awkwardly at the front door, bags of Chinese hanging from his hands and a weird not grimace not smile expression. He didn't look pleased to see her, but he didn't want to kill her. Good news, right?

"Sir, I am so sorry about last night-"

"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand, coming in to set the food on the counter. He got a lot of it.

"No, I can't not worry about it. I came into your home, made a mess, took your bed and propositioned you-"

"Warner, we've arrested a man for the murder of Sophia Garcia. It was Aaron Baker, his dad's golf clubs, just like you'd said."

Her mouth fell open, "shit, really?"

Alec gestured to the mess of papers while he spoke, "you'd mentioned something about the cabbie last night. When I went in I gave them a ring, and while there was a driver who picked up a grumpy lad it wasn't Aaron. Sounds like a Christie book but it was his twin. Aaron was cross town cleaning up the scene."

"Not good enough," Y/N said softly.

Alec nodded, "not good enough."

"I'm sorry, sir." She said again, her voice still quiet and meek.

He didn't answer her, just stared for a beat before gesturing to the food, "I didn't know what you liked so I bought two of everything."

"All this is for me?"

"You solved the case, Warner."

She shook her head, "I ... you let me sleep in your bed? I ransacked your house, I propositioned you, and you let me sleep and brought me food?"

Alec scratched the back of his neck. He did not like how often Y/N asked questions. It stressed him out, like he had to have an immediate answer to every single one when he figured his actions spoke. But she looked so confused. He just gestured to the food and went to grab plates.

She sat down in surprise, blinking quickly as she watched him come over. "Just a, uh, an egg roll and cho mein please."

He nodded and shoved two of both onto her plate before giving it to her. He didn't put anything on his plate. Y/N sighed and scraped off half of hers onto his.

"Eat, sir. Please."

He blinked, "wot?"

"I've known you for years and never seen you eat. Just eat the egg roll."

He stared at the greasy food. He can't eat that, he thought and was about to say as much when she shot him a dirty look. Tentatively, Alec took a bite of it. He cringed, he didn't quite love the taste but Y/N seemed pleased he was eating so he finished it off just for her.

When they both finished he cleaned up, and she stayed seated. Then he moved past her to the bedroom, undoing his tie and tossing it, along with his jacket, onto a chair in the corner. He started to roll his sleeves up round his elbows when Y/N waited by the door.

"Thank you, sir."

"No need-"

"Let me. Thank you, sir. For the food and the sleep and, uh, well thank you for everything."

"Of course, Warner. I take care of my people." Not typically this much care, but he didn't want to make her feel bad. He focused on sliding off his shoes, shoving them out of his sight.

Alec jumped - well, Alec never really jumped just blinked harshly and cocked the one eyebrow - in surprise. Y/N was now closer to him, her chest heaving as she stared up at him. She was shorter than he remembered.

"I-If I may, sir?" She asked, lifting a hand.

He had a feeling he knew what she was asking, but didn't know for certain. But all the same he nodded. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned in, going onto her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He hadn't been kissed in a long time, and the surprise of her initiating it made him stand there and accept her soft lips against his. When she broke, he could see the fear in her eyes as though she had done something wrong. Alec hadn't kissed in a while, and he felt the anxiety creep in that he didn't remember how. But the look in her eyes made it worth the fear.

He plunged forward, grabbing the back of her neck gently while his other hand came to cradle her jaw. Her skin was soft under his touch, melting as he held her. Y/N's hands came up to hold his jaw, scruffy and itchy in the most delightful way. Her mouth melded with his as his tongue licked along her bottom lip.

She cherished the way his jaw scratched against hers slightly, sighing when he broke to trail soft kisses down her jaw and the length of her neck. The scratch was enough to make her giggle like a schoolgirl, holding his shoulders. He shot back up, hair slightly wild but nothing compared to his eyes as he looked into hers deeply. He needed to be absolutely certain. There was no time for messing about and hurting anyone.

She smiled. He was so handsome to her, but in an understated way. She took the moment to run a finger on his sculpted jawline, along his freckled cheeks and down his crooked nose. No, not everyone might look at those features and call it handsome. But to her, he was everything. Smart, kind, and good-looking as sin. Her finger fell upon his lips, slightly open and let out harsh breaths as he searched her eyes desperately. Alec always wished he could read expressions better, he was terrified he'd make the wrong decision somewhere down the line.

But Y/N smiled, and nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his nose before taking a step back. Then she toed off her own shoes, shucked off her own jacket, and began to undress.

He followed her lead, removing his shirt and pants. Eventually, they both stood in front of one another naked. Y/N felt that pang of anxiety in her chest at being bare in front of a man. She'd made it very clear to Alec that she found him to be hotter than hell, but did he feel that way about her? She wasn't ugly, she knew that, but she wasn't a showstopper.

And yes, she could see the surprisingly length of him hardening before him. But didn't every man get hard when sex was on the table?

Alec came forward and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her forward as his eyes took in every inch of her. He ran a hand along her stomach - an insecure area for her - and up between her breasts, before settling it on the base of her neck. The simple action left her breathless.

His eyes were still on her body before he brought them up to hers. She was struck by how deep his were, how warm and brown, they seemed to go on forever.

"Look at you," he said hoarsely, his accent suddenly get thicker. "You're gorgeous."

"You think so?" She felt stupid asking it. She should be confident, she should pose seductively and tell him to strap in the way girls do on the telly. But this felt real and raw, and raw didn't shy away from the insecurities. Insecurities laced with cellulite and hair, parts that feel too pudgy there and too concave there. Never quite where it needs to be, never "ugly" enough for the world to tell you you have a right to complain.

"'Course. 'Course, look at you. You think I'm g-good too?" He asked back.

Y/N smiled, "thank you for saying that, most men don't."

"Don't they?" Alec asked in surprise, figuring that was just a part of the experience.

She shook her head and let her gaze trace along his body as well. He was lean and tall, with thin legs and arms wrapped in gentle muscle. His stomach was slightly pouchy and soft, beneath it his length was already hard at the sight of her. She ran a hand up from his stomach to his chest, mimicking his actions, and let it stay on his heart. Beneath her touch it thumped violently. Then she looked up to see his face, her favorite feature. His eyes were warm and gentle even when they didn't mean to be. "All of you is handsome to me, all of you."

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, "you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. And if it isn't too crass to say, I'd fuck every inch of you."

It was too crass to say, and even a little cheesy, but it made her blossom with a smile. She threw her arms around his neck and let herself fall into one of his all encompassing kisses she was starting to like the taste of too much. Alec's lips were firm but not overpowering as they engulfed her, setting a tingle from her toes all the way up to her head in a heady giggle. His hands held onto her waist, grasping the flesh there with a sweet intensity. His lips parted with a deep groan.

She walked backwards to the bed, leading Alec until he was over her. His arms were poised by her head, his neck brought down as he peppered open mouth kisses along her neck. She laughed lightly at his scruffy beard, moaning when his lips found the spot between her neck and shoulder that shot straight through her. Y/N writhed under his touch, heat searing her skin. His hands were everywhere, branding her, skating up her waist to grab a handful of her breast, down her back to cup her bum, and feather like fingers traveling over the top of her thighs to the place in between. She gasped as he ran a finger down her slit.

"So wet..." he murmured, not expecting her to be so aroused by him. He'd barely done anything for her, hadn't touched down there at all. Yet she was slick to the touch, heat and arousal. Alec loved the way her chest flushed, her eyes closed tightly as she savored his touch on her skin.

He ran his fingers down, keeping his touch light as he experimentally nudged around. When he found her clit she gasped, her whole body tensing and focusing on the nerves right there against his finger.

"So responsive," he murmured, starting to work gently against her clit as she took shaking, uneven breaths. Alec went to speak again, then stopped. Tess never liked when he spoke in bed, said it distracted her from her climax. So he'd learned to stay silent and focus on his partner's body, her mouth as she fought her body's reaction to grind violently against his fingers. He kissed her sternum, biting at the flesh gingerly. Despite himself, Alec growled into her as she bucked her hips to meet his ministrations.

"Keep talking," she said in a hoarse voice.

"Wot?" Alec asked, taken aback.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes heady with need, "your voice is hot. If it's okay to ask, please keep talking, sir."

Alec grinned his charming, crooked smile. He bent down to kiss along her stomach as he quickened his pace on his clit, driving her faster to a climax then she was used to. That deep Scottish voice rang our praises, some loud enough that she could hear them and clench her thighs, others murmurs against her flesh that made her head feel light and airy. She giggled at the thought of all the beard rash she'd have along her body from him. All the same he told her how well she was doing, how beautiful she was, how lovely she looked squirming underneath him.

Then, as her back began to arch and she could feel the orgasm just a hair's breadth away, he stilled. Y/N whined. Actually felt herself whine in protest. He chuckled, clearly meaning to edge her, using his large hands to keep her legs wide open.

"A-are you ready?" Alec asked, his usual confidence lost to the arousal he was trying to keep at bay for her. His hands were large and warm, holding onto the space between her hips and thighs with a firm yet gentle touch.

Y/N's eyes gazed down to his cock, hard and ready. It looked about ready to burst, but Alec squeezed her thighs to look up into his eyes. They were warm and kind. Asking for consent even in a position like this. It made her all the more sure of her answer.

She reached up for his face, grabbing his jaw and planting a warm kiss on his mouth as he started to guide himself inside of her. He was slow, letting her gasp and adjust to the length inch by inch until he was fully inside of her. Alec paused. She could feel her heartbeat everywhere, pulsing desperately for friction.

She nodded, kissing Alec again. She'd never had a kiss like that, so strong and comforting. Kisses were never her thing, she hadn't understood the fuss over them. Just two sets of lips pressed against one another, the taste of the day infecting it. But with Alec it was more than the cho mein or egg rolls, and it was more than chapped lips pressed against one another. It was full of desire, trying to communicate all that words couldn't. She drank it in fully, gasping against him as he started to move inside of her.

Alec was bigger than she expected and bigger than he was used to, and she wiggled her hips to the feeling of being stretched so full like that. He cherished the feeling of her gasps and moans, dipping to kiss every inch of skin near him.

"So beautiful, so gorgeous..." he thrusted in quickly this time and saw her body tense from surprise. "You're taking me beautifully, Angel."

Y/N could listen to his voice all day. Even before she realized he was far from an ugly bloke, she fancied the way his voice poured over her in sexy waves. Deep, guttural, it was honest and raw. He didn't lie, he didn't cover it with some pretense to be sexy. Even when his voice would break, small gasps from the sensations breaking up his sentences, she found it all the better.

Alec leaned back, not wanting to stop kissing her not wanting to miss the view. He'd pulled her hips down to the edge of the bed, him standing and her legs spread wide and resting on the small of his back. With a gentle pace that started to grow more desperate he thrust into her, watching her body flush and squirm beneath him. Y/N threw her arms up, arching her back to take him deeper. Alec was enamored with the way her breasts bounced with each thrust.

"So fucking beautiful," he grumbled, snaking a hand down to stroke her clit. He could feel that he wasn't going to last as long as he would have liked, but by the way Y/N let out little moans by his feather light touch, he figured she didn't mind all that much.

Y/N was in her own world, feeling his voice slide off her skin like oil as she chased her high. His denial of her orgasm earlier made this one all the more powerful. It seemed to slam into her, causing her to gasp wildly as Alec kept firm ministrations on her clit. Then he too reached his climax, grunting in a low voice before pouring out in a shocking spurt.

Then he pulled out, falling beside her as they both gasped for breath. Y/N quickly ambled out of the bed and used the restroom before she came back in, feeling like her limbs were absolute jelly. Alec brought her back to the bed, laying next to her. His hand held hers, thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.

"That was incredible," he finally said.

"You could say that again."

"That was incredible." They both paused, turning to look at one another, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

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Donna, Human, Yes

Fic Descript: During an argument, Donna discovers that the doctor has a rather human weakness. When he insists he's not ticklish, she has to prove him wrong.

~A/N  - I RETURN FROM THE DEADDDDDDDDDD

Yes writers blocked kicked my ASS last year (aside from squealing santa, i feel like i did ok with that one hehe) but I'm back with this lil fic.

I watched the Doctor Who specials FINALLY and I cried so many times omfg it was so good to see David Tennant and Catherine Tate back together again being lil chaotic besties through all of time and space, so of course I had to write something for it !!!!

And you are bearing witness to the magic of my adhd meds in action !!! I've been so productive in the last hour it's great !!! (EDIT: didn't write this in an hour, just to be clear. took me a little while but ADHD MEDS WORKED FOR BOTH TIMES YAY)

Just something cute and fluffy af ^^ love you all <3

- Enoy! ~

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The bond between Donna and The Doctor was certainly one for the ages.

Human words couldn't do justice to the type of bond they had, at least that's what The Doctor claimed in his newer, more openly emotional regeneration. Their love was too strong for just the term of friendship, too close for anything romantically implied, too adoring to be siblings. Even the term soulmates had a particularly selective connotation to it that left a bad taste in The Doctor's mouth.

Nevertheless, it was clear they could hardly live without the other. There was enough love between them to power galaxies, and knowing their history neither would be surprised if it had.

And it was this closeness, this fierce tenderness, that led to discussions such as this. Displays of deep affection half-heartedly disguised behind harsh tones and disgruntled gestures.

"You may be a high and mighty Time Lord, but you're still an idiot." Donna huffed, as the TARDIS finally settled after takeoff.

The Doctor scoffed. "I'll try not to take that to heart, and I thought that escape went quite well!"

"YOU THOUGHT-" Donna stopped herself, breathing deeply to try and contain her shit that was threatening to lose itself. "The only reason we even STARTED to escape was because I PUSHED YOU TO THE EXIT!"

"Well yeahhhh..." The Doctor rolled his head, letting his eyes drift away from his companion's. "But-."

"But NOTHING." Donna interjected. "It's the same thing every time! You start running your mouth and saving the day, and that's wonderful, but you don't know when to stop!"

"Donna I-"

"Let me finish." She snapped, raising a pointed finger towards him and stepping closer.

The Doctor held his hands up in front of him with a gentle nod of the head.

"You drag yourself through hell, running and ranting and... and sonic-ing!"

A small snicker escaped The Doctor, but he straightened his face almost instantly after when her angry look didn't waver.

"You can't control yourself!"

He didn't dare argue.

"I always have to pull. your. arse. out.!" She accentuated each of the last words with a corresponding poke to The Doctor's torso.

And while she expected the pokes to help get her point across, she definitely was not expecting the almost childish giggle that spilled out of his mouth. Or the awkward jerk his body made to cover the ribs she had prodded.

But Donna wasn't stupid. She didn't waste any time in a state of surprise, no she jumped straight to (correct) conclusions.

"Oh no way." She grinned, creeping closer to the now incredibly flustered Time Lord.

"Now Donna," The Doctor began, his mouth twitching upwards in a nervous smile of self-betrayal. "You don't know what this is."

Donna gave a singular breathy chuckle. "Nice try sunshine, but you're not yapping your way out of this one."

"There are countless reasons why... why I would... flinch away from you like that!" He continued rambling.

"I know ticklish when I see it sweetheart." She smiled sweetly, though there was nothing sweet about the predatory glint in her eyes.

"What?!" The Doctor tensed, almost frozen in place at the mention of the word. Though quickly forced himself back into talking his way out of the situation in a faux-calm tone. "Uh, Doctor, Time Lord, no."

She smirked, stepping closer to him.

"Donna," she paused, reveling in just how much she was getting to him. "Human," she paused again, less than a few feet away from him. "Yes."

And then she lunged.

Her hands met his sides and The Doctor curled inwards, his arms tangling themselves in a fruitless effort to push her away.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sounds of Donna's fingertips clawing against the fabric of The Doctor's shirt, before he finally cracked.

Bubbly giggles spluttered out of The Doctor's chest as he folded forwards, allowing Donna to slip behind him and trap him in a bear hug. His knees slowly buckled, and (with no chance at keeping someone his height upright by herself), Donna followed his squirming body to the floor.

"Dohohohonnahaha!" He squeaked between bouts of helpless laughter, but her name was barely comprehensible amongst the childish noises she tickled out of him. "Ihihihi-!... wahahai-!... stahahaha-!..."

She chuckled, rolling her eyes as her hands climbed up into his armpits. "What was that?"

He couldn't reply with anything other than a squeal, writhing for a few seconds before his body finally submitted to the playful torture. He tried to splutter a few words out, but nothing could make its way through the torrent of giggles currently occupying his voice box. THe man had gone practically limp, aside from his hands which were still seized up like a tyrannosaurus rex.

"I never thought I'd see the day..." Donna shook her head in amusement as she skittered her fingernails around his collarbones. "That anyone would render you speechless."

"DOHOHOHON-! WAHAHAI-! IHIHIHI-!"

She laughed again. "Keep trying space man."

"IHIHIHI-! CAHAHAHA-!" He chortled, his hands suddenly free enough to slap themselves to his cheeks to cover his embarrassment.

"Whaaaat~?" She teased, rapidly poking him in one side while squeezing the other.

"IT TIHIHICKLES!" He somehow blurted out, before breaking into cackles as Donna transitioned to dual-hand squeezing. "DONNA PLEHEHEASE!"

It was Donna's turn to cackle, though hers was much shorter and much more controlled of course. "It tickles, does it? I had no idea."

Aside from the odd jolt when Donna hit a particularly sensitive spot, The Doctor had gone practically limp. All that laughter had fully sapped his energy, and he was leaning his back against Donna's chest to keep himself upright.

Taking her chance, Donna once again decided to change her position to further destroy the man. Sliding back from under him (taking care he wouldn't fall back and whack his head on the TARDIS floor - she wasn't that cruel), Donna pulled his arms from covering his face and stretched them above his head.

In his state of ticklish delirium, The Doctor didn't quite notice what was happening. Assuming she had finally taken pity on him, he focused on catching his breath with a stupid grin still stuck to his face.

That was until the moment her shins pinned his arms to the floor.

He locked eyes with her, now fully aware of just how screwed he was. With Donna kneeling above him, she had full access to the armpits she had assaulted with ticklish claws just moments ago.

"Nononono Donna you can't!" He begged, legs kicking wildly with every word. "You'll kill me!"

She shrugged, "You'll regenerate." before putting her typing skills to good use and pitter-pattering her fingertips against his underarms.

The Doctor clamped his mouth closed, thrashing his head to one side with his eyes screwed shut in a soon-to-be vain attempt to not react to the unbearable sensations radiating through his body. But even a mighty Time Lord could only hold out for so long.

After less than ten seconds (which The Doctor would later argue was a rather impressive length of time), he crumbled. The childish, high-pitched giggles returned and he was once again a mess beneath Donna's touch.

"Oh!" Donna gasped, slowing her fingers in response to the Doctor's slightly wheezy breathing. "And if you do regenerate, I'll be the first person ever to tickle two Time Lords!"

Aside from the occasional titter, The Doctor could finally gain control over himself again. He gulped mouthfuls of air as Donna climbed off his arms, and slowly sat up next to her.

"Not-" He panted, still more than a little out of breath.

Donna chuckled. "Take your time."

"Not tw-" His huffing interrupted again. "Not two."

She gave him a quizzical look.

"Even if I-... regenerate... I'm still the same... singular Time Lord." He corrected. "You've only tickled the one, and to be honest it happened a lot back on Gallifrey so you're not particularly sp-"

She barked a singular laugh, cutting him off. "God, you really don't know when to shut up."

His confusion turned to giggly panic when Donna pushed him back to the floor again and sat on top of his hips. "Nononono Donna not agAIN-!"

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Listen, I also am not a fan of vivziepop, but Angel's SA is almost exactly like mine. So honestly seeing a lot of you guys say it isn't realistic is kinda... Unsettling. There's lots of things that make it bad but-- and I'm not saying you're saying this I'm just saying a LOT of hh critical people are-- calling anyone who falls for it stupid or fake is really hurtful. I'm stupid for a lot of reasons, but being an SA victim isn't one of them. I'm blocking the tags now so I'll stop seeing these arguments on my dash but... Keep in mind that there are real people who unfortunately were dumb enough to have been in those situations, so using them as a gotcha isn't exactly helpful?

I’m not saying it’s unrealistic — I don’t know where you’re getting this from.

I have friends who find comfort in the episode and see themselves in Angel, and I support them. I’ve never said anything about SA victims being stupid.

There are many different SA victims, and while I’m not one myself, I have seen and understand both sides. Some think the episode is a great representation, others don’t.

What I care about is how Vivziepop handled the episode as a whole and how she treats real SA victims.

She claims Valentino, Angel’s abuser and rapist, is a dangerous, threatening, no-nonsense monster, while also liking posts comparing him to Bubbles from Powerpuff Girls, high-school bullies, AND saying the Vee’s aren’t supposed to be taken seriously. The very first scene of him in the show proper is Val throwing a tantrum like a child.

Viv also lied that Raph, the storyboard artist for the episode was an SA victim, and Raph said he wasn’t.

I’m sorry, I’m rambling, but this is the stuff that bothers me. You can’t have a character that fluctuates his personality (and accents) so intensely like that, especially when said character is someone we foolishly thought was going to be taken seriously as a rapist and abuser.

If SA victims liked the episode and found it relatable, cool. If SA victims didn’t like the episode and found it non-relatable, also cool.

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Big and Chunky | Eddie Munson x Plus Sized! Reader

Hawkins was an unfortunately small town. A small town that was allegedly cursed with tragedies happening at least once a year at this point. If it weren't for you trying to make it by in school you'd make the effort to investigate what the hell was actually going on in this damn town. Alas, you were constantly distracted by the constant stacks of homework and the other tribulations that came with your young adult life. This year's tragedy had involved your crush, Eddie 'the Dungeon Master' Munson and how he somehow was some sort of serial killer. That's when you had enough of a push to do your own investigation about how the hell this was happening. You knew Eddie wasn't capable of murder. Sure he was a lot of things but he wasn't a killer. You had no idea where to start. So you figured you'd start at the police department.

You baked some cookies and decided to take it to the police as some sort of peace offering. As soon as you got the station you saw some cops coming in and out of the building. You grabbed the plate from your passenger seat and got out of your car. You put on your best fake smile and went inside the station.

"Ms. L/N what brings you here in the middle of the night?" It was the newly appointed chief Powell. "Are those cookies?" A lot of the movement in the building sort of stopped out of curiosity. "They are. Look, I know you officers are hard at work trying to get to the bottom of this investigation and I also know the town seems to be against you. So I decided to bake you guys these cookies as a reminder that you still have someone routing for you." You smiled. "Well that's real sweet of you Ms. L/n. I can't speak for everyone but I'm sure it will be well appreciated." He went to grab the plate. You kind of pulled back. "Uh actually Mister...I mean Chief Powell, while I'm here I was wondering is there anything I can do to help?" You asked.

Meanwhile you took the opportunity to skim the desks near by to see if there was anything laying around that could help you. "I can't say that there is." He stated and went to grab the cookies again. "Are you sure? You see I'll be honest, I do admire the work that you guys put in. In fact, I've considered joining the force after school. Perhaps you can give me some pointers or let me tag along wi-" You began to ramble a bit as your eyes were still searching for some sort of clue. "Uh actually Ms. L/N, as nice as it is to see someone as young as you interested in this line of work right now isn't exactly the best time t-"

"I disagree completely, I'd say this is the best time. More hands on opportunities. This kind of stuff just doesn't happen all the time." You tried to argue. Your eyes finally landed on the bulletin board you saw in the background. It was as if the police were trying to find a link between the victims but it looks like they are stagnant. "Ms. L/N, I truly appreciate your enthusiasm but you're still in school and-" You finally looked him in the eye. "Actually its fine, you're right. It could be dangerous. I wouldn't want to be the next victim anyways. Thanks anyways." You smiled and handed him the plate. He seemed confused but you just walked away and left.

You went and got into your car. You had to sit and think. What was the possible connection between the popular sweetheart Chrissy Cunningham, The nerdy boy from Journalism Fred Benson, and most recently basketball player Patrick McKinney? You would understand Chrissy and Patrick. The connection is that they were both relatively popular and represented Hawkins High as model students. But Fred? He didn't fit in that equation. Sure he was a sweet guy but he wasn't as noteworthy as the other two students. So why him?

You pulled out of the parking lot and drove off in frustration trying to figure it out. You were drawing a complete blank. You weren't even sure where you were driving to but you didn't stop. You decided to go to one of the Hellfire member's house. You knew that was where Eddie and his band would practice in the garage. You pulled up to the drive way. You saw the boys fixing their equipment. You got out from your car and shut the door gaining the attention from the group of outcasts. "What the hell are you doing here L/N?" Gareth said.

You walked a few steps forward then leaned on the hood of your car. "Come on there's no need to be an ass Gareth." You stated. He rolled his eyes. "Sorry, do you mind sharing with us the reason for you to be gracing us with your presence, Y/N?" He asked. You stood up straight. "Better. I could have done without the sarcasm, but better." You stated. The boys were starting to look a little annoyed at you and the lack of getting answers. “Where’s Eddie? Better yet, do you anything that could prove his innocence?” You asked. They looked surprised at you. “You want to help him?” Jeff asked. You nodded. “Of course I do. There’s no way Eddie would kill anyone. At least not on purpose if anything.”

The boys looked at each other. “Look, even if wanted to help our buddy out we’ve got nothing. Jason and his gang of assholes came by earlier today asking about Eddie. Messed with our shit to get us to talk. I’ll tell you the same thing I told them, that kid Dustin Henderson called us a few days ago asking about where Eddie might be staying. Seems like Eddie was staying at reefer Rick’s. If they haven’t caught him yet, he’s definitely not there anymore. Besides, I’m sure there are cops crawling all around Lover’s Lake.” Gareth explained. You nodded in understanding. Jeff scoffed. “Hell you’d have a better chance checking his trailer.” He said almost in a sarcastic tone. You beamed brightly. “Jeff my boy, you are a pure genius.” He seemed confused. “I am?” He asked. 

“Of course! The cops are probably all searching Lover’s Lake and most likely aren’t at the trailer park anymore.” You stated enthusiastically. You got back into your car and sped off to the trailer park. It was so incredibly dark but as soon as you arrived to his trailer you saw a few bikes outside. You had gotten out of your car and ran up to the door. You swung the door open causing the kids inside to shriek which in turn made you shriek as well. You heard some muffled sounds coming from the ceiling. You saw a very strange dark vain like hole and what appeared to be bedsheets going into it.

“Who the hell are you?” The curly haired boy asked. You knew him to be Dustin. “Uh...Y/N L/N. We’ve met before actually. You asked me to join your campaign the other day but I couldn’t make it.” You explained. You heard some more muffling coming from the ceiling. “W-What is that?” You asked. They all looked at each other. “It’s a portal.” The young girl said. “I’m Erica by the way. Lucas’ unfortunately younger sister.” She introduced herself. Lucas turned to her looking very upset. She just flicked him off. “A portal to what?” You asked. Dustin pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s a portal to a world just like ours but its pretty much lifeless and upside down.” He explained. He then grabbed a mattress and set it on the ground underneath the hole. You heard some more muffling from the ceiling. “What’s going on?” 

“Well, you kind of came in to the middle of everything so out of context it definitely doesn’t make sense.” Lucas stated. “Nancy, Steve, Robin, and Eddie are all stuck in the other world and we are trying to get them safely out.” Max the red headed girl explained. All of a sudden you saw Robin drop from the ceiling and onto the mattress. “Hey that was kind of fun.”She said as she got helped getting off the mattress. "Y/N, I didn't realize you were here too." Robin stated. You nodded. "Uh...yeah. Just kind of joined the party I guess." Next thing you knew Eddie was next to drop onto the mattress. He sat up. "That.was.fun." Eddie got helped up as well and got off of the mattress. “L/N, what are you doing here?” He said surprised to see you. “I actually came to find you. To see if I could help prove your innocence.” You explained. “You came all this way for little ol’ me?” He asked placing a hand on his chest seeming to be very touched. “Uh yeah...didn’t realize I was getting myself involved into some freaky shit.” You stated. Eddie grabbed your hand. “Here lets talk outside.” He pulled you out of the trailer. He took a deep breath. “Shit I missed fresh air.” He said.

You giggled a bit but was generally concerned about what he had probably just experienced. “What the hell happened?” You asked. “Too much shit. Too much for me to process. Hell I can hardly process you being here right now.” He explained. “Well I knew you weren’t capable of murder so I wanted to see what I could do. I’m a little late on the case though.” He shrugged. “Well better late then never sweetheart. I appreciate it.” He said. “How’d you figure out where I was?” He asked in turn. “I paid a visit to the Hellfire club.” He nodded. “How are they holding up?” You shook your head a bit in contemplation. “I mean they’re alright but they don’t look the same without you.” The door of his trailer slammed open. It was Max. "He's got Nancy."

Eddie began to rush inside with you right behind him. "Who's got Nancy?" You asked. Nobody answered. Everyone was rummaging around Eddie's things. Robin had a handful of...god knows what in her hands. "Seriously what is all this shit?!"Robin questioned in panic. Eddie began to panic too. "I mean I don't even know what you're looking for!" He yelled. "Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles, music! We need music!" She shouted. He grabbed whatever was in her hand "THIS. IS. MUSIC!" He shouted back at her. "Okay yelling at each other isn't helping." You tried to reason and were now getting frantic yourself.

"We need to find something or Vecna is gonna kill Nancy!" Max exclaimed. You began to look around to not entirely sure if you were helping. "What kind of music are we looking for?" You asked. "Anything Nancy would listen to." Robin said as she continued to search. "It has to be her favorite song." She explained. "Does anyone know what the hell her favorite song is? For all I know she could like Pat Benatar or Metallica." You stated. You heard some voices from the ceiling. Then Nancy dropped on the mattress seemingly unharmed. Robin helped her up. Steve followed behind her and landed on the mattress. Dustin helped him up and off the mattress. Nancy was extremely quiet. She looked frightened.

Morning had come and she sat everyone down and explained what she saw in the vision that Vecna showed her. It sounded horrible. You didn't know who this guy was but he sounded awful. It seemed like he was the true monster behind the murders and that he needed to be taken down. That's when the group formulated a plan for them to get weapons in what sounded like an illegal hick store and yet it allegedly was pretty legal. To get there you all needed a vehicle and to make sure Eddie wasn't spotted. Max ran to her house and came back with her Michael Myers mask I'm assuming she had from Halloween.

"You can't be serious." You stated. "Its all I had." Max explained. Eddie shrugged. "Guess its better then showing my pretty little face for all to see." He said and put it on. You all snuck around the trailer park following Eddie. He led you guys to an RV that was parked. The owners lounging right outside. Eddie went to the window in the back and slid it open. He jumped up and shimmied his way inside. "Are we actually doing this?" You asked not sure if this was a good idea. Was this considered grand theft auto if its technically a home too? This has to be worst though. "Shh." Erica shushed you. Everyone began to climb in the RV and you were at a loss because you were sure you 1) Couldn't pull yourself up there. And 2) Couldn't fit through the damn window. "Y/N. Come on." Nancy whisper shouted as she waved for you to hurry up. You did sort of a running start and jumped up to the window. You definitely struggled to pull yourself up. The group grabbed onto you to pull you in but your hips got stuck. "Damn these hips." You muttered as you heard Eddie hot wiring the vehicle.

"Eddie! I'm not in yet!" Then Steve hopped in the driver's seat and started the getaway. Your legs flailed in the air. "Hello! My ass is out the damn window!" You exclaimed. The kids were doing their best to pull you in and honestly you were pretty embarrassed at this point. Eddie came over to your aid and tried to help pull you in. "I'm going to get ripped in half here!" Eddie made his way right in front of you and was grabbing your torso while the kids continued to pull your arms. Soon Steve made a sharp turn causing everyone to fall back and the rest of you to launch right through the window for you to land right on top of Eddie on the couch.

You looked into his eyes and your cheeks were burning. Partial from the embarrassment and then partial for the fact that you were on top of Eddie freaking Munson. "Well that's one way to make a landing." Eddie remarked. You quickly made an effort to get off of him. "I'm so sorry." You stated. "Nah. Don't be." He sat up and reached behind you to shut the window. His eyes never left yours as he did so. He was a mere inches away from your face. You could've died right on the spot. The two of you got off the couch and you made your way to one of the seats by the table. Eddie sat across from you.

"I appreciate you wanting to come with us even though we're breaking several laws." He said. You let out a single laugh. "Yeah who would've thought. I mean I guess I knew I was going to breaking some laws by aiding and abetting a fugitive but this takes the cake." You stated. "You didn't have t-" Eddie began. "I wanted to come." You cut him off. "You're badass L/N, I'll give you that." Eddie said a smile plastered his face. You scoffed. "I hardly would call getting stuck in an RV window and needing a group of freshmans and you to help me, badass." You replied. "But of course. I've unfortunately got my mother's hips." You laid your head down and sighed out loud. "I think you've got some pretty nice hips." He stated. You shot your head up. "You do?" You asked. He nodded. "Not that I stare at your hips or anything, I just think they're um...they're uh...pretty...rad?" You furrowed your eyebrows together. "Rad?" You repeated. "So you must've really believed in me for you to risk coming to find me." Eddie stated changing the subject entirely.

You nodded. "You're a lot of things Eddie, but you're no killer. To hell to everyone who thinks otherwise." You stated. He smirked. "So I uh...remember you mentioned Metallica earlier, when we were looking for something for Nancy. You know them?" He asked. You nodded. "Hell yeah, I know Metallica. I don't live under a rock." You answered. "I hadn't realized you were a medal head." He stated. "Yeah well...you can't judge a book by its cover or some shit,right?" You responded. He laughed. "Yeah that's true.

You had continued to talk to Eddie until you arrived to the store. Everyone got out except Eddie since he obviously couldn't be seen and you decided to stay back and keep him company. "So how have you been?" You asked. "I know its a bit of a stupid question since you're obviously being hunted down, but I just thought I'd ask anyways." He smiled at you. "Well my life took a major shit rather quickly. '86 was supposed to be my year. At least I have you guys looking out for me. I honestly don't know what I'd do if you guys didn't believe me." He explained. You nodded and reached out for his hand. You grasped it. Eddie looked down at both of your hands together and he looked back up to you. You offered a comforting smile. "You can still make it your year. We can get you through this."

"Even if you do, people are still going to believe I'm a satan worshipper who killed Chrissy." He reminded you. You sighed and nodded. "What was she doing in your trailer anyways? That night." You could not help but to ask. "Buying drugs, like anyone else." He stated. "Seemed like she was pretty paranoid and wanted to calm herself down so I was looking for something in my trailer that could work." He explained. You were surprised. "Chrissy doing drugs? I'd sooner believe she'd cheat on that stiff Carver with you, then that." He laughed a bit. "Yeah I was surprised to when she asked me." He sat back and crossed his arms. "And that whole Chrissy and me thing? Wouldn't have happened." He said. "Oh really? Why because she was out of your league?" He grabbed his chest and faked getting wounded. "Ouch L/N. You're breaking my heart here." You started laughing. "But no, she just wasn't my type. Too..." He trailed off. "Preppy?" You asked. He shook his head. He then motioned his hands close together right before they could touch as if he was signifying something small. "Tiny." He said. You were lost and didn't quite understand where he was getting at. "So what is your type?" You asked him. He slowly eyed you up and down. A sly smirk grew on his face. "I like em' Big and Chunky."He stated.

[chemistryread]

a 'what's next' for scorch and jake preview

a/n: there could be changes to this.

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The sun is kinder at this hour, gently warming the side of your face as you remove your helmet. You can feel Pete's eyes on you from the other side of his aircraft, climbig out of its cockpit.

When he reaches you, the well-meaning furrow of his brows encourages you to pick up a pace, forcing the older man to look at the back of your head instead of your eyes.

"I'd say we're getting good at this whole flying thing, Captain."

You can imagine the small smirk on his lips.

"Think someone up at the high floors might notice us?"

That makes you laugh out loud. "Don't know if they have time for little guys like you and I, but we can dream. Anyway, we've got a prosperous, trouble-free career ahead of us and plenty of time to suck up to Admirals who will definitely like us very much. Right?"

"Hey, you're the one who wrapped your baby arms around my leg. I tried warning you."

"I was young and impressionable." Reaching the end of the tarmac, you turn to him with a faux wistful expression. That classic Maverick combo of a timid smirk and squinting eyes watches you, amused but perpetually curious. "Yes, Captain Mitchell?"

"I don't want you to overwork yourself. You're doing good. Don't get in your own head about it."

The specific sequence of words does not sound strange to you. Are your protective layers shedding with age? It's the only explanation you can find for how targeted your friends' remarks have been able to sound for a while now.

Your feet readjust on the spot, hands clasped in front of your body with uncharacteristic formality for the both of you.

"Is this because I asked if we could stay up there a little longer to see the sunset? A bit on the emotional side, I know, but- Consider it your first wedding gift."

His eyes take your stance with a cocked brow, earnestly stepping forward, an apprehensive inhale filled with interest.

"Are you nervous about that? You know it's a small cerimony, we're just happy you said you'd do it, it doesn't have to be a big-"

"I'm not." It's curt, raising your hand to stop his rambling. "Let's make sure I keep you away from failing engines, birds, my own bad judgement- Out of harm's way entirely first, get you to your bride in one piece, and then I'll feel performance anxiety over the speech. Sound good?"

It's not hard to pick up concern in Maverick's full, green irises. It's always there, anyway. And he's definitely not scared to bring it up. A preamptive sigh escapes your lips.

"I trust you."

Overflowing with confidence and care, melting your cold-natured shell with a simple shrug of his shoulders and a nod.

"I know, Mav."

Your tone is on the annoyed side, his stubborn eyes making you squirm, but you can't find it in you to walk away yet. Expecting to hear one more promise.

"It'll work." Not quite what you needed. Huffing, you look away, throat singing a muffled note of disagreement, which makes him impatient. "What?"

"'Lot of risks."

"Usually not something Scorcher-deterrent."

"I don't usually get to wingman." A sharp, shooting pain in your chest. A feeling of impotence. "My job is to guarantee that you'll be fine."

There he goes again, looking up at you with certainty he simply expects you to share.

"Which is exactly how I know I will be fi-"

"That kind of talk is for friends and family, Mitchell. For me, it's counterproductive. I have to think about it. I have to consider it, worry. Or do you want me to believe you favored me for this mission because you're biased and not because you know I've got that same strain of unease you do about watching someone else's back? There's something sacrificial in you, and it's in me too, isn't it?” You seem to forfeit breathing, eyes stinging, canine showing. Don’t cry. “And the Navy may not openly encourage it, but it sure comes in handy, and you know that very well. That's why you chose me. So let me do my job."

Chest rising, you think about your backseater and her family asking why you didn't try harder. You think about Rooster's father, seeing it in Pete's eyes that he's doing that too. You think about Jake. And you finally get the urge to leave, hide.

"Is this really about flying?"

Maverick's good intentions. You hate them, you're so grateful for them. You'd never take them for granted.

"It's about everything. But it's fine, comes with the, uhm- You know. I got it."

"Have you talked to him?"

Scoffing, you look around the hangar, almost apprehensive someone will reprimand both of you for gossiping at work.

"Of course not." You turn back to Maverick with folded arms and a dismissive head shake. "But this isn't about that."

You can see it in your friend's face. It's about everything but him?

Lying to Maverick causes an involuntary physical reaction, as if you’re going to fall apart in pieces, clearing your throat to cover for it.

"It was always going to be like that. I prepared for it, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember. But what you two did, you don’t not talk about it." He copies your standoffish posture. It's mocking, grinning up before he frowns again when you don’t react. He inhales sharply, trying not to sigh. "He RSVP'd for this weekend with a plus one. Not a problem, then?"

"Not a problem, Captain." You enphasize the title, straightening your posture as you watch some younger pilots walk by. "Thanks for letting me know."

Maverick raises his eyebrows, licking his teeth. Assessing. "Penny was concerned."

That makes your blood boil. Such a personal situation bleeding into so many lives when you didn't even allow that.

But you bite on your tongue, giving the couple a free pass for the weekend.

"It is pretty." You chuckle at Maverick's puzzled head tilt, pointing behind him. "The sunset."

"Right," He turns around to squint at the softening orange light, but his gaze slips back to you quickly. "See you at dinner?"

Your shoulders tense up thinking about what kind of traps they could set for you, turning to face the short man with a glare.

"Yes, Captain." When he smiles, you know to brace for some bullshit. He punches your shoulder as light as he can, which is still too much, and you cry out embarrassingly. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Standing there massaging your sore muscles, you let the the afternoon hue slowly take you to him. The sun reminds you of his hair. The clear sky reminds you of his sarcastic, obnoxious laughter when you were flying. The warmth reminds you of everything.

--- FLASHBACK ---

5:39 AM

The gym's floor is cold. Awake since two, working out from four to five. Maverick told you to meet him fifteen minutes before the usual start. You had showered and returned to the gym, not knowing where else to wait.

5:41 AM

Your eyes don't leave the pointers, nails digging into your thighs. Two days where you couldn't quite control your breathing. You should've gone with Coyote.

5:42 AM

It's just the machines, and the freezing sterile air, the colorless skin of someone who isn't recovering…

An attempt to inhale turns into a gasp, the butt of your hand massaging your sternum to soothe the tightening.

5:43 AM

A light turning on in the hallway forces you to stand up, jumping to your feet and hoping the captain doesn't get too upset over your lateness.

Your eyes are trained on the floor as you step out into the hallway, deep in thought praying Mav isn't pulling you aside for a heart-to-heart. That's more than your sleep-deprived brain can handle right now.

With a full exhale your gaze lifts right into a figure walking towards you.

His right shoulder sags to the side with the weight of the bag. Quickly scanning the rest of his body, he seems alright otherwise.

"Jake-"

As your eyes land on his face, his seemed to have been watching you the entire time.

He walked slowly, your feet springing back to life and cautiously bringing you closer. No smiles or other cues to assure you things were okay.

When you both stop, your mouth goes dry and the room feels drained of oxygen. Eager to unravel in apologies, you'll never understand why it's so much harder to say sorry when you mean it.

"I wanted to visit you at the hospital."

The rest dies inside your chest. Are you supposed to tell the person who went through an ejection that it was too hard for you?

It feels like ages since you've seen any warmth in the green of his eyes.

His eyebrows raise with an air of irony.

"What is it they say, the good die young, right? Doesn’t sound like me."

Despite the wink he throws you, his voice is weak and doesn't have even half of the attitude commonly attributed to Hangman. Playful tone now replaced by a short breath pushing you away.

He doesn't see the deep frown twisting your features down your face, walking past you with ease.

"Your shoulder, do you want-"

A dismissive hand gesture is all he gives you.

You should get rid of the lump in your throat before you meet Maverick's stumbling good intentions.

The bag slips from his shoulder to his fingers before he gets to his dorm, stopping to catch his breath, hand flexing as if invisible strings try to pull him back, in the direction you went. To you.

Of course his first encounter back at base would be with your somber face.

It seems he could only try and fail to not favor his romantic side. Jake had imagined a whole scene of waking up to your teary eyes and lopsided smile next to his hospital bed, a confession after he (kind of) nearly died. You had walked back on your words before, he could dream.

But you didn't show. And now the petty devil on his shoulder screams at him to fight back.

So he fantasized a different scenario, promising himself he would stick his chin out and breeze past you the next time he saw you. It's comical he has to talk himself up like this but if you wanted nothing to do with him, he would show you he has never had a problem moving on.

Then he noticed the bags under your eyes and the uneven buttons of your shirt, a visible distress unbecoming of you.

He knows you're not the most expressive person. He knows you've lost someone to an ejection before. Despite your stubborness, he knows you struggle. He knows you.

God, you could string him along, on and off, for several eternities if you wanted to - if only you wanted to.

When he steps through the threshold, Coyote has a quip at the ready and he greets him with a forced grin.

"Just in time to pack your bag and leave this dry desert, huh? Smart bastard." Javy zips his bag, and he chuckles. "Had time to think about how you're spending the next few months?"

Jake can feel the muscles in his face morph into a mix of mischief and self-satisfaction.

"Back to old me."

[terrainofheartfelt]

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5??? well I guess I must give you 5 songs!!!!!

You're just a copycat, but no one's buying that / Up on the discount rack, right at the back of TJ Maxx -- "Honey" by Kesha

I could cut a thousand roses / Show you that I'm all torn up inside -- "Go Find Yourself or Whatever" by Carly Rae Jepsen

You're a winter bitch but summer's in your blood / You can't help but become the sun -- "True Blue" by boygenius

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th? / Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life? -- "High Infidelity" by tswift

I miss it high / How it dulled the error and the beauty / And now I see everything in startling intensity -- "Faith Healer" by Julien Baker

put a "∞" in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up.

[river-muse]

That WIP ask game is seriously an underrated concept tbh, authors should be able to air out their works and ideas if they want to, even if those are unfinished.

Since I've been bugging you a little about MH I think I have to ask about the Monster Hunter Derelict WIP. MH Is an interesting setting for sure, but it's also hard to think of something to write in it, except maybe a dnd-like hunter party? Anyway, I'm rambling, definitely interested what you had going on There.

Also, I'm a filthy cheater and a sucker for time-themed fiction, so I definitely have to ask about Whatever Time May Bring. Feel free to ignore my filthy cheater double request tho

I agree! Being able to show off stuff we're working on without perfection being expected is super fun because I can pick out highlights and hold it up without needing to go "is this polished enough to be read?"

Since one is sort of a mini-fic that's an AU me and one of my close friends are messing around with for the funnies I'll answer both of your requests! I'm giggling and rubbing my hands together.

Monster Hunter Dereliction is the working title of a DMC MonHun AU that centers around a small Guild outpost in the Old World that pretty much has its shit figured out due to there not being many settlements in the area that need to be protected. My friend and I went "fuck it minimal family loss trauma in this department" so a lot of the cast is Around(tm) except for Sparda(we haven't decided what happened to him yet if anything).

There's sort of a plot figured out, though most of it's up in the air because we haven't had too much of a chance to talk more thoroughly about it and are just in the brainstorming department. We really just wanted to come up with our own biomes and monster designs for fun. It would involve a clash between two Elders breaking open a crevice in the earth that reveals an underground cavern system- and unknowingly awakening an Elder that has almost cosmic horror-esque traits to it. There's a sketch but it's not mine so I'd have to ask my friend later if he'd be cool with me sharing it.

For a little insight into some character placements, since I'm a bit obsessive about how lore in MonHun goes xD I won't go into what everyone is doing but I will share a handful.

I don't have much in way of writing, since I just got a few key ideas down- but have at it!

I think we decided Dante was the master in that area? He's mostly chilling around the outpost unless something super dangerous comes up that he's needed for.

Vergil is a high-ranking hunter who tends to do tasks for the Scholars that takes him into dangerous areas for the challenge and potential to explore old ruins. He's in and out of the outpost a lot on a whim so unless he's requested specifically good luck finding him.

Nero is an established hunter who tends to get a little babied by the others, which leads to him being more adamant about pushing his limits to prove himself and get them to stop worrying.

Eva regularly travels, recording locales and monsters in general peace.

Kyrie acts as the guild sweetheart for the location, handling quest assignments and making sure the hunters are properly prepared.

Credo is one of the residing guild knights, which is a rank in the guild that handles upholding guild regulation and deciding on punishment for anyone caught illegally poaching monsters.

Nell is the residential smithy! She's been training Nico for a long time now to take over in the future.

For now Nico tends to tag along behind Nero on a lot of hunts to observe them, swipe some new materials for herself, and experiment with equipment that diverts away from standard expectations.

Patty is a guild sweetheart in training, if I remember right? I only wrote her name in all caps in this post-it note and nothing else fdsgfbsdxjkgbj

-

Dante’s late to leave his room today, not expecting too many requests to come in if any. It’s been quiet since they’d sorted out the sudden influx of larger wyverns that had migrated South from their own territories. Which isn’t a good sign. It could mean something bigger is on the way soon. However nothing’s turned up. So to him the problem’s been solved. The peace lasts about as long as expected though, because the door pushes open without so much as a knock from the incoming visitor. It’s Lady. Not even in her armor yet but scowling as if she’d just gotten tossed around by a Diablos. “Where’s your fucking brother?” “Not even a good morning?” Dante yawns. “Passed morning a few hours ago.” Lady crosses her arms and leans against the doorframe “Now about Vergil-“ “Do I look like my brother’s keeper?” When It’s obvious Lady isn’t accepting that as an answer he groans and rests his feet on his desk “Out. On an expedition. That’s why one of the aptonoth aren’t in the stable. He’s North, checking out whatever caused that Wyvern displacement. Should be back in a few days.”

-

Vergil lingers by the ledge of the massive crevice, peering into the darkness to see faint shimmers of light that waver as if moving. It’s odd. With most of the trees decimated there should be plenty of sunlight shining down to show whatever’s down there. The darkness opens its eyes. Swirling colors and glowing light as faint pupils shrink to paper-thin slits when they focus on him. From the positioning of them Vergil isn’t sure if he’s looking face-to-face with a creature or with multiple. He doesn’t recognize any visible traits and stumbles away from the ledge. There’s a snapping noise and Vergil looks back to see the aptonoth has broken her binds in her attempt to flee, taking all of Vergil’s gear with her as she disappears into the treeline. A rattling, warbling noise that resembles a broken horn echoes loud enough that it hurts Vergil’s ears. He covers them with his hands and regrets not bringing earplugs. Something cold enough to leech the temperature through his armor wraps around his ankle, and drags him into the crevice. He grasps at the rock. His gloves dig in and he struggles to grab his blade. It slips from his hands and he falls with it. Darkness engulfs his vision made to feel darker by the eyes that fill his peripheral. One more eye, larger than all the others, opens up in front of him to blot out his last view of the sun.

-

Nero’s the first to volunteer and the first to be ready to depart. He shuffles about, fretting over what equipment to take and how long of a trip it will be. “Don’t you dare authorize that mission.” Credo objects, smacking his hand on the table “There’s no telling how long he’ll be gone, and if there is a wyvern strong enough out there to take Vergil down then I don’t feel comfortable sending him out.” “He’s qualified. Just as capable as the rest of us.” Dante insists “You need to stop babying him or he’ll never get his feet under him.” “How dare you accuse me of coddling one of our hunters?” “You’re not really beating the allegations. Especially since he’s got a crush on your sister.” “Do not-“ Nero objects. Dante stares, raises an eyebrow, and Nero clicks his tongue. Nero looks away while his cheeks flush red.

---

NOW onto-

Whatever Time May Bring. You have sniffed out the ONE NASNAH part that I think you're going to love the most, because it takes place when Nero's 15 and a certain 8 year old girl finds her way into Dante's life. It skims through the anime timeline and a bit beyond, since for reasons not yet revealed in the plot Dante decides to keep Vergil and Nero out of most of the details of his demon hunting work. It's a scene compilation like how "In Leaps and Bounds" was for little Nero. It's also finally the time where Nero starts questioning his family's behavior and secrets more than before.

-

Vergil watches the ensuing exchange with all of his attention he can muster. There’s something comedic about a young child pushing Dante to wits’ end when Nero at that age earned nothing but Dante’s adoration. He then notices Nero’s uncharacteristic silence. It takes just one glance to see Nero’s eyes are wide, watching Patty with an expression that he hasn’t seen before. “Nero?” Nero startles out of his thoughts, straightening up. “Uh, hi.” Nero says. He picks up his coat from the floor and dusts it off. “A little slow on the uptake. Did you overheat trying to wear that over here?” Dante asks. “No just-“ Nero looks away and seems to get his bearings “-wasn’t expecting to see you taking care of a kid. He’s being nice to you, right?” Nero looks at Patty with his question. “He’s horrible! He doesn’t clean, never explains anything until after it happens, and won’t eat anything but pizza and strawberry sundaes. I’m surprised he even knows what tomato juice is let alone drinks it.” Patty pouts and motions at Dante with a pointed finger.

-

Patty is- energetic. She’s outspoken and from how she speaks her mind is sharper than she leads others to believe. Yet she’s very much a child in how she behaves. Much like how Dante had been at her age to an extent. It had been obnoxious to deal with when younger, but Vergil can rationalize it as normal behavior for children in hindsight. Nero’s odd phase of having become quiet and calm as a child must have been a special case. “Would you advise I rescue Nero now, or later?” Vergil questions. “I think they’ll get along just fine without us hovering.” Dante pushes up from his chair and nudges a box of stuffed animals to the side with his foot. He tilts his head to the hallway door “Let’s leave them to it.” “And what will we be doing, instead?” “If you don’t want to know the weird details of the job, then I guess we can stay here and listen to Patty go on all day about that stupid show.” “Hey! I heard that.” Patty speaks up, looking over from the couch. “I wasn’t talking to you.” “But you were talking about me, so that’s pretty much the same thing.” Patty sticks her tongue out.

-

“What happened to my mom? Who was she?” Vergil’s gaze flicks away. Guilt passes over his face and he keeps cleaning without giving an answer. “Hey, you can’t just ignore me. I asked you a question-” Nero objects. “I can, and I will.” Vergil holds out the sauce pan “That is a topic for another time, Nero.” “Another time? Seriously?” Nero scowls as he uses a bit more force than needed to dry the pan “You’re gonna dare say that to me after years of this? I don’t even know what her name was.” Vergil pauses washing the dishes, resting his hands on the edges of the sink.

-

Thank you for letting me go insane and giving me a chance to share with you some Patty Propaganda! I had to seriously dig around and be careful with what I show since there's quite a few parts between the fic I'm currently uploading and this one, but I would be damned if I didn't give you something to look forward to. <3

[ghostforwhat]

post it post it post it or i'll take all your controller batteries

malcom....think of the children (stardew farm animals) also i guess if i'm doing this @petrowriting hiii i scraped the rest of what i was rambling abt together but it's still rough

The thunder crackles and booms, chasing after Will as he hurries to the stoop of Hannibal’s office. 

It’s been a hell of a day. 

He woke up before dawn, shivering, standing in his living room with the front door behind him open and off its latch, his legs caked in mud. He had felt the beginnings of panic before he realized the only reason he came back to the waking world was his phone wailing on the nightstand. 

It was Jack, of course, no one else would call before the sun rises, even though today, it never did. He had driven through the morning dark and arrived at the crime scene just as the clouds split open and drenched everything. Not ideal for a display placed in some remote forest preserve, the investigators had groaned and hurried, snatching what physical evidence they could before it was compromised. 

Will had jumped when Jack asked, not bothering to question how high, imparting what he could divine but there were gaps. Not enough intention to point in any solid direction and he had been stuck there until Zellar protested that the weather would affect the body. 

He had tried to jump, again, that time off the ship, but Beverly had asked him to tag along back to the lab to help collect and catalog the larva that had hatched in the disemboweled corpse. Will couldn’t think of any excuse fast enough and grumbled assent. 

After all that, he had just needed a little release. A quick stop at a gas station on the way here had easily produced what he was searching for; a soft pack of cigarettes now bulging in his shirt pocket, hidden from the downpour as he ducks under the small awning over the office door. 

Will’s early, a good fifteen minutes before his appointment. He could have smoked in his car but then the smell would linger and he knows it would irritate him later, a reminder of momentary weakness and a siren call to indulge again.  

There’s a slight problem with this plan, there’s no real shelter offered here, the rain being directed harshly against the building by the howling autumn wind but he can shield it enough to light up.

The filter fuses readily into Will’s lips and he draws his shoulders up, cupping the cigarette and lighter until the red orange glow catches and holds.

The first drawn breath makes his body thud back against the door, exhausted but eased into a slight moment of relaxation. He lets the hand holding the cigarette fall limply and brings his other up to wipe tiredly over his face as he breathes out the smoke. 

It never once occurred to him to cancel this session, seeing Hannibal every other week has buoyed him through the worst of his increasingly erratic tendencies. There’s slight shame at how willing he is to use the man as a crutch and at Will’s growing interest in him. 

There’s an odd sort of shadow that clings to Hannibal as though Will’s only ever seeing him through a fog, it clashes with Will’s empathy, forcing him to draw blanks or bouncing off entirely in a harmonious echo. It makes Will want to hold him still and try to peel back the politeness, find what lurks beneath.

He straightens, moving over slightly to lean against the brick wall instead of the door, taking another puff and sighing, the smoke weaving in and out of the sheet of rain. 

He brings the cigarette up again and freezes when the door suddenly creaks open. 

Hannibal watches him from the foyer, his gaze quickly flicking up and down before settling on the cigarette hanging out of Will’s mouth.

He steps out onto the stoop with Will, closing the door behind him and seemingly uncaring of the rain as he turns to face Will, slipping his hands into his pockets and propping himself sideways against the door. 

Hannibal tilts his head, the ghost of a smile flitting over his face, “I was wondering who could be haunting my doorway, although, you’ll forgive me if I don’t express any surprise.”

The smell of wet pavement and leaf decay melds easily with the charring scent of tobacco. There’s a half second where Will almost puts out the cigarette in a panic, as if he’s eighteen again and sneaking smokes in the backyard before his dad gets home. There’s a familiar little nervous pitch in his throat that signifies juvenile guilt but he can only stare wide-eyed at Hannibal with the cigarette clamped between his teeth.

Hannibal sees his slight panic, Will knows he does, but Hannibal lifts off the door and takes a step closer. He ventures another when Will continues staring at him like a deer caught in headlights and then the damn man plucks the cigarette delicately out of Will’s mouth and brings it to his own. 

Before Will can protest, he flicks a tongue out to wet his lips and slots the cigarette between them, a carefully drawn suck before exhaling the plume of smoke between them. His lips lift in something that might be smirk as he asks, “Long day, then, Will?”

Will’s mouth is still open, the missing unhealthy coping mechanism lost to his psychiatrist, and he can’t find the muscles to snap it shut because it’s one thing for Will to indulge in bad habits but Doctor Lecter? The man who sources his own ingredients, the man whose office is spotless and smells always of cedarwood and vanilla, the retired surgeon? The sight is making puzzle pieces pop out and twist shape, it’s throwing Will off more so than the earlier crime scene, and beyond that, it’s sinfully attractive.

Hannibal’s sculpted lips purse around the cigarette to take another drag, his cheeks hollowing, while his heavy stare stays half obscured by secondhand haze. There’s a practiced ease in the motions and Hannibal’s shoulders have laxed minutely. 

Will’s stomach lurches hungrily.

Hannibal looks so oddly decadent and while he always has the faint air of hedonism around him, this is significantly more pronounced. A vision of excess, debauchery poured neatly into a plaid suit and paisley tie.   

“You could say that,” Will finally answers, swallowing roughly as he looks to the side and wonders if he could get away with adjusting himself in the shadows of the dripping alcove.

Hannibal smiles pleasantly, offering the cigarette back, caught in the gap of his long fingers.

Will’s hand threatens to shake as he takes it back and fails him entirely when it’s passed over, the cylindrical stick falling to the damp cement.   

The smoldering cherry of the cigarette winks out immediately when it hits the wet steps and Will can’t help the slight pout down at it but then Hannibal’s hand is reaching out, brushing along Will’s chest and Will locks up again. 

Hannibal is unbothered by his stiffness, simply sliding out the pack of smokes from his shirt pocket and opening them. He draws out another and sticks it loose against his mouth, his lips barely kissing around it to hold it in place as his warm hand comes back to Will’s chest and fishes out the lighter. 

Will raises an eyebrow at the soft rasping sound of the metal clicking a flame to life but Hannibal’s movements stay unhurried as he lights it, another calculated inhale before he demands gently, “Open your mouth.”

Will blinks rapidly, feeling his jaw unhinge without his permission. 

Hannibal rewards the action immediately, leaning in at an angle as he pulls the cigarette away from his mouth. Will’s heartbeat rabbits, tilting his head in answer, his body moving before he can think it through, his hand reaching out to clamp around Hannibal’s arm as their noses almost brush. 

The stream of smoke that unfurls from Hannibal’s plush lips barely makes it into the chilled air, Will gasping it into his lungs with an almost frantic need.

He’s never seen Hannibal’s eyes this closely before. They look like wine in a glass, spilled blood on hardwood floor; burnished and bright. They crease around the edges and Hannibal leans away to offer the new cigarette, his voice a teasing rumble, “Try not to drop this one.”

Hannibal goes to pull away after Will takes the cigarette, successfully this time, but Will tightens his hand around his arm.

Will knows he’s treading a thin line, there’s a boundary they should be maintaining, he’s here for a therapy appointment. But another part of him is more focused on the attraction that’s been festering between them, untouched and pushed aside in favor of what? Professionalism? Like that’s ever gotten Will anything he wants. Would it really be so bad to forget about it? Just this once?

He flicks his gaze over Hannibal’s face, searching and finding something there. Confirmation, maybe, or perhaps he’s projecting but he still tips his head down, eyes peering out through raincoated lashes as he asks quietly, barely above a whisper, “Let me?”

Hannibal pauses, glancing at the cigarette in question before he gives a slight nod.

Will keeps his grip firm around Hannibal’s arm, resisting the urge to squeeze as he lifts the cigarette to his own lips. The wet paper of the filter sticks and pulls when he places it there, the inhale he takes is a dizzying rush, nicotine filling his lungs and burning when Will doesn’t breathe it back out.

He leans back in, closer than Hannibal had ventured, trailing the hand holding him in place up to grasp Hannibal’s chin. Will gently depressing his thumb against Hannibal’s bottom lip, prying open his mouth for Will to access. 

Will moves his lips to hover over Hannibal’s, his hand still holding Hannibal’s jaw, and when he exhales the plume, it’s more of a content sigh shared between lovers. Hannibal’s draws in the gifted smoke, his pupils blow wide in the dark and his top lip catches the barest of hints of Will’s bottom lip. 

Will’s other hand surges up, cupping underneath Hannibal’s ear, the cigarette carefully pointed away with his first two fingers while the other two tangle in Hannibal’s hair and his thumb smoothes along the start of Hannibal’s jaw. 

Hannibal has gone unnatural still in his hold, watching Will with gleaming predatory eyes. Another beat goes by before he murmurs, “Will.” 

Will swallows, again, his throat clicking loudly, and his words coming out breathy, “Can I?” 

Hannibal doesn’t bother answering, lunging forward and claiming Will’s mouth with fervor, crushing their lips together with a soft moan. His tongue licks the taste of smoke from Will’s lips, asking for entrance as his hands find a bruising purchase around Will’s waist. 

Will opens for him immediately, his own groan spilling into Hannibal’s mouth as their tongues stroke against the other, it’s good, it’s better than good. It feels like the rain pelting them has doused him with heat instead of chill and he suddenly wants nothing more than to map out Hannibal’s mouth, to memorize every molar and lick across sharp incisors and he can, he realizes, so he does.   

The kiss is rough, the scrape of Hannibal’s shaved chin rubbing raw against Will’s stubble causing delicious stings from the spit slick friction. 

Will rears back, not far, just enough to take another drag and share it, before diving back in after Hannibal releases it to fade into the night. 

Will feels a quick stab of amusement, his smile curling against Hannibal��s mouth and threatening to interrupt them. Shotgunning cigarette smoke between hungry kisses with his psychiatrist is not how he thought this day would end but he’s a bit enamored with the outcome. 

They stay out in the rain far past Will’s session start time, the kiss growing syrupy slow as it prolongs. The urgency is still present but dim in the newfound curiosity, more eager to linger with each other. Hannibal’s hands take to roving up Will’s sides and back, slipping underneath Will’s coat to press his fingertips against Will’s shirt as if he could merge right through it to get to the skin underneath. 

Will drops the long since dead cigarette, cradling Hannibal’s head in his palms and tenderly threading his fingers through Hannibal’s hair, caressing until it falls from the swept back style and yielding to Will’s exploratory brushes. He scratches his nails against Hannibal’s scalp and grins into his teeth when Hannibal keens in answer.   

When Will finally pulls back, he sees Hannibal’s hair all mussed from the rain and Will’s hands, he sees parted lips that shine red from all their kisses, sees the distant unfamiliar shock on Hannibal’s face. He sees all this and feels such an overwhelming rush of affection. He’s just messed up the perfect picture that Hannibal Lecter presents to the world and Hannibal had let him. 

Will hadn’t realized how huge this thing inside him had been growing, every call of his name another bud of interest, every reassurance given unprompted making petals unfurl until his stomach felt fit to burst with vivid thorny blooms. He knows this isn’t something that will fade, if he thought he could only let himself have a taste then he’s more delirious than he originally thought.  

Hannibal clears his throat, another uncharacteristic thing for a man so usually well put together, and his voice is notably deeper when he rasps out, “Is that all?”

Will’s chuckles low before he hauls him back into smiling biting kisses, “I can think of a few more things.”

Hannibal nips him, hard, and leans away again. 

Will lets him, suddenly unsure, and goes to step back but Hannibal’s hands lock him in place. 

There’s a strained silence where Hannibal’s face is pensive before worry bleeds across it and his hand comes up to press against Will’s forehead. 

Will frowns and Hannibal returns it, his hand carding back through Will’s hair as he whispers, “You’re burning up.”

Will opens his mouth to reply but Hannibal shakes his head, extricating himself from Will’s hold and requesting, “Let me get my keys, I want to get you checked out.” 

Will freezes for the last time that night, his mind coming back online fast to replay the calculated gaze from moments ago. It had looked an awful lot like Hannibal had come to a decision.

There’s more there, strands connecting and overlapping, an epiphany trying to claw to the forefront.

Will cocks his head, licking his lips, before he nods, “Alright.”  

He does, after all, want to know what is behind the veil.

[archaiclumina]

⤹˚˖♬୭ Character Theme(s) - Oli ୭♬˖˚⤹

I got tagged in this meme the other day by the awesome ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ @aethericfist ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ (whose indecision I find very relatable! c': ) tsym for tagging me, I love to share tunes! c:

As a result, please enjoy a small selection of Oli vibes with a little explanation behind each! (I tried to pick tunes I haven't mentioned in other memes already!)

Vitriol - Bluejuice Maybe it's my Australian showing but Bluejuice slap. Also this song is peak Oli advice tbh. You can put yourself to use is a very Oliviede sentiment. So is fuck the world and what everybody's saying c':

Black Market Blood - Placebo If you've ever (kindly) listened to me ramble about the blorbettes a little bit, you'll already know that I've stamped out past lives for the two of them throughout Hydaelyn's history and Etheirys pre-sundering. If not, hey, now you know! Anyway, this song makes me thing very specifically of who Oliviede was during her previous life in the time of Amdapor, (her name was Lorea back then.) This song could almost be like a brief synopsis of how things went for her in those days. (Spoiler: they did not go well c': )

Bury Me Low - 8 Graves Behind all that staunch morality, Oliviede is actually quite cynical. Her "such is life" attitude verges toward total nihilism on quite a lot of topics. Mostly the only thing that keeps her from crossing the border is people can be nice, and it doesn't really matter if that's meaningless in the grand scheme of the universe, it's meaningful enough if it means something to her. But still, if you ask Oli, life is just a series of happy and unhappy accidents we don't actually have any control over. We just experience them as they come until eventually, for one reason or another, we stop experiencing. Oli thinks about that fact on the reg, and her reaction to that fundamental truth informs all of her decisions has been very formative in shaping her character.

I Need A Forest Fire - James Blake ft Bon Iver Another track that reminds me of Oliviede's past life as Lorea in Amdapor. I could ramble a bit about Lorea and her bad end and how that impacts Oliviede's personality in the current time line. But I won't because I'm shy, instead I'll just say the pleading nature and somewhat haunting melody of this song encapsulate Lorea very well. c':

Bloodflood - ∆ Alt J Truly this song has maximum Oli vibes for lots of reasons. Sure, it's true, every time a song mentions blood I low key go 'oh yay an Oli song' but also, in this specific case, I feel the way it conveys the out of body experience of high adrenaline and impending fisticuffs fits her very well seeing as she does sometimes suffer from a case of 'punch first and think later'.

I think it's really fun watching these tag memes evolve a little bit as they roll around the community!

Tagging my wonderful husband ㅤᵕ̈♡☁︎⋆｡˚ @reconditerune as well as all of these beans: @angelinecarax, @aislingsurrow, @chadhunkler, @eris-vito (for either of your blorbaes!), @luck-and-larceny and @hydaelyns-bitch ㅤᵕ̈♡☁︎⋆｡˚

Plus, tagging anyone else who wants to join in! ♡ Give me all the OC soundtracks plz! ♡

[dickytwister]

WIP DAY

tagged by: @nuclearstorms tagging: @stars-of-the-heart @perseus-veil @stacispratt @paralytic-states @shellibisshe @strafethesesinners @judasofsuburbia @hopecountyisforlovers @wewillryesagain and whoever wants to do it!!! in an unprecedented turn of event, i will finally post a wip on wip day,,,,,,, i have fallen deep inside the psych rabbit hole and i am now writing shassie fics so this is what you're getting god bless and amen 🙏🏼🙏🏼 i'll try to post oc writing next time i'm posting a wip teehee!!! and thanks for tagging me bones mwah mwah and mwah

It all happened incredibly fast, and yet Lassiter could still see the last ten minutes play out behind his eyelids like detached scenes from a movie.

Shawn had called him at an ungodly hour of the night, rambling like a madman about a psychic vision so strong it had woken him up—Lassiter highly doubted that, just as he did the mere fact of Shawn being a psychic in the first place. He’d given him a location and had nearly begged him to come as fast as possible.

The Riviera Parlour was the kind of high-end restaurant that Lassiter had only ever dreamt of setting foot into. With a waiting list the length of his arm and a menu that averaged his bi-weekly salary, dining there had simply been out of the question. He’d only considered the idea once, a few months after his separation, hoping that Victoria would have seen in this gesture just how devoted he could be, if given another chance.

Shawn, with his green Henley shirt unbuttoned at the neck and pale blue jeans, had seemed out of place in front of the gold ornaments that decorated the facade of the restaurant. What’s more, the torrential rain had soaked him from head to toe, his hair matted to his forehead and clothes sticking to his body like a second skin. He’d looked all the part of a mutt left to sleep in the doghouse, and Lassiter had had half a mind to scold him for taking his bike in such weather. He’d instead held his tongue, had stared expectantly at the other man with a pinched grimace.

The door had been unlocked—Lassiter had glanced at Shawn with a raised eyebrow only for the latter to shrug and squeeze past him into the restaurant. The glow of their flashlights had casted eery shadows on the walls as they’d wandered, Lassiter forcing Shawn to stay behind him even as the faux-psychic had held his fingers to his temples and guided him deeper into the restaurant and into the kitchen.

He’d ‘divined’ that the evidence they’d needed to tie their suspect to the murders was in the walk-in freezer. How he’d come to that conclusion, Lassiter had no idea, and he hadn’t bothered to ask. Cautiously, gun held tightly in his fist, Lassiter had pushed the freezer’s door open and walked in. Shawn had stayed behind to hold the door, peaking curiously with his head tilted sideways, eyes darting across the room with barely concealed interest.

And then, just as Lassiter had been about to complain about the flagrant lack of evidence, Shawn had yelped and stumbled forward, holding the back of his head with one hand as the door had banged shut.

A deafening silence had hovered over the room for two, three full seconds before Lassiter had launched himself at the door. He’d pulled and pushed at the handle, banged his fist on the cold metal and the thick glass of the window, yelled himself raw, to no avail; the door had remained firmly shut, and their suspect had fled, taking with him their only chance of getting out anytime soon.

Leaning against the door with two fingers pinched against the bridge of his nose, Lassiter forced himself to remain calm, even as Shawn’s rambling, which had been going on since Lassiter’s attempts to open the door had failed, went on and on with no sign of stopping.

“Think anyone’ll get mad if I eat some of these frozen raviolis? I didn’t eat before I left and I’m getting a tummy ache, which is seriously messing with my psychic abilities–”

“If you’re not going to help me find a way out of here, kindly shut the hell up,” Lassiter snapped, glaring intently at Shawn as the latter examined the contents of the shelves. There was no mistaking the tremor in his shoulders, previously soaked clothes now frozen solid on his body.

“Don’t worry, I already have a plan,” Shawn assured confidently, though that didn’t mean much when his voice trembled with every word he spoke. “We turn into icicles and, in ten years, they bring us back to life Michael Beck style.”

“Can you be serious for one second? It’s your fault we’re in this mess.” Then, with a frustrated huff, “And who the hell is ‘they’?”

Shawn shrugged with a vague wave of his hand, and Lassiter had to physically stop himself from reaching for his gun.

“Did you tell anyone else about your hunch?”

“You mean my vision.”

“No, I mean your hunch. Answer the goddamn question, Spencer.”