#Seattle Singles Events

[seattle-singles]

Join Seattle Singles for a night of lights and merriment! Seattle Singles are having a December event at the Garden d’Lights - Bellevue Botanical Gardens. For the holiday they decorate with beautiful lighted designs throughout the garden. Please join us for festivities.Wednesday, December 14th Time: 6:30 to 7:30 Tickets are $8.00 (We have tickets to purchase) Parking is $5.00 per vehicle CASH only that evening Please RSVP by emailing [email protected] by 12th December.

#Seattle Singles Events #Seattle Speed Dating Events #Seattle Single Events #Singles Events Seattle

[heartsforvin]

DATING VINNIE HACKER

hcs about what i think it’d be like to date vin <3

warnings; slight mentions of sex, boner mention, mention of wanting to have kids, i think that’s all but as always, lmk if i missed anything (:

since vinnie is so well known you two decided to keep your relationship private, but not a secret. fans know he’s no longer single, they just don’t know who he’s dating.

the two of you will post pictures together, but not of faces, just like hands or the back of each others heads , kinda like if you were to soft launch the relationship without actually doing so.

the roommates LOVE you, as you with them. sometimes you love them more than vinnie.

he was so nervous to have you meet his parents and brother, but the minute you stepped in the door you were already engulfed in hugs by all three family members.

when vinnie would skate regularly, he’d take you with to skate with him / teach you how.

sometimes he’ll take you on trips, like if he has events to go to out of the country, he’ll take you with.

since it’s just the two of you in the hotel rooms, you know his horny ass will be fucking you all night.

when you can’t attend the events with him and both of you really miss each other, phone sex is suddenly your guys’ best friend.

sometimes when you’re over at his house and he’s streaming, you’ll accidentally start talking, forgetting that he’s streaming, and the chat will go crazy, asking vinnie who is in his room.

on days where neither of you are busy, the two of you will have a movie day, cuddling each other (hera joins you guys too ofc).

this man has the BIGGEST heart ever, so on holidays such as valentine’s day, he’ll go all out and plan a very cute date for the two of you, giving you the most cute gifts as well.

when you guys go back to seattle together he’ll take you around the city and show you all his favorite places he’d go to when he was in high school.

sometimes you’ll watch him and jett work on the cars in the garage and you can’t help but think of how hot your boyfriend looks while doing so.

vinnie knows you absolutely LOVE his long hair, so when he got it cut a little shorter than usual for the first time while being with you, he was so scared you wouldn’t find him attractive anymore.

“baby, you look so hot.” you’d say to him as you run your hand through his hair. the poor boy blushes so hard his cheeks are bright red.

he also knows how much you love his facial hair, sometimes he’ll shave it just to piss you off.

“vin! why’d you do that, you look so good with it!” you’d whine once you see that it’s no longer there.

when he leaves it for a few days you’ll get so excited, wondering when he’ll shave (you secretly wish it won’t be for awhile).

sometimes you’ll get him all riled up by whispering in his ear while with his friends and say, “better keep that for awhile, i love the way it feels when you’re in between my thighs.”

the poor boy will flush bright red and have to make an excuse to use the bathroom to get rid of his boner.

vinnie is for sure just a bit jealous. when out in public together you guys tend to keep the PDA to a minimum, but when he sees a guy that keeps checking you out, he’ll pull you in by the waist and kiss you, making the guy scoff and walk away.

same with you, you know girls are swooning for the boy, so when you hear a girl try to flirt with him, you’ll wrap your arms around his waist and kiss him.

one day vinnie had walked into his room and saw you cradling hera in your arms, kissing her head and the minute he saw that — instant baby fever.

“let’s make a baby.” he whispered in your ear, you just laughed.

“we’re too young for a baby right now, vin.”

“so you’re saying we can in the future?” his eyes lit up so bright you couldn’t help but smile. you told him maybe.

you would admit that he would make a great dad, he’s already an amazing cat dad to hera.

when your guys’ anniversary comes around he goes all out, getting reservations at your favorite restaurant, taking you out stargazing after, and just putting so much effort into it.

you’ll wear his tshirts so often they basically become yours, but vinnie doesn’t mind, he absolutely loves seeing you in them.

when the newest purgatory drops release, he’s sure to get you free merch for being his girl, and you love him for that.

besides all the sex jokes and him basically having a dirty mind 90% of the time, he’s the most caring and sweet boy ever, you can’t believe you get to call him yours.

he can’t believe he gets to call you his girl either, the two of you are so grateful for each other

first hc post i hope you liked it !! i got a little carried away LOL but as always, requests are open !! <3

#vhackerr #vinniehacker #vincent hacker #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker imagines #vinnie hacker smut #vinniehackerfanfic #vvhacker #vinniehacker headcanons #vinnie x y/n #vinnie x reader

[jakeperalta]

@pscentral event 13: tropes

a selection of my favourite rom-com tropes — featuring: when harry met sally..., friends with benefits, 13 going on 30, plus one, what’s love got to do with it?, love rosie, always be my maybe, how to lose a guy in 10 days, to all the boys i’ve loved before, the proposal, single all the way, serendipity, the holiday, set it up, about time, 500 days of summer, the half of it, crazy rich asians, you’ve got mail, love and other drugs, palm springs, sweet home alabama, love simon, fire island, 50 first dates, bridget jones’s diary, love actually, something from tiffany’s, sleepless in seattle, letters to juliet, hitch & notting hill — [layout insp]

#movies #filmedit #filmgifs #romancegifs #usergiu #userrobin #uservalentina #uservivaldi #userriel #userdanahscott #userraffa #tuserjen #usershreyu #userzesty #moviegifs #tvtropes #psc #creations* #my gifs #500* #1k*

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

illicit affairs

the one where Joel calls (kind of)

Summary: A week after you're back home in Seattle you get a visitor.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.649

Rating: T

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, angst, fluff, some heartbreak

A/N: Pick your own ending part one feat. Joel Miller

illicit affairs master list // Pedro Masterlist

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You tried to keep your expectations low. 

A week after you came back home to Seattle and many talks with your friends later you accepted that you couldn’t change the situation from here. 

Event though it was killing you inside.

Calling your mother and telling her everything on the phone was not what you wanted, even though it would be the easiest way because you wouldn’t be able to see how she reacted to the news. 

But you couldn’t talk to her before you had talked to Joel.

You could call Joel. 

You now had his number.

Your friend cyber stalked him and found the number of his company. 

You had made your peace with being a single mother before you even ran back into Joel. So while him, now that he knew, seemingly not wanting to be involved was hurtful, it wasn’t the worst. 

You had your friends. Your colleagues. And you had Sean. 

Sean had called you every single day, trying to keep you in the loop of life back in Austin. Though he hadn’t talked to your mother in two days. 

Today you had spent wearing your most comfortable sweater, eating nothing but Cheese (you would regret that later, but the craving was real) looking at new potential apartments in the area. You needed a bigger apartment, a room for your baby. 

On your next appointment you would learn the gender and you were beyond excited. 

You could do this by yourself. You would do this by yourself. 

Of course you had dreamed about having your own family growing up. You had dreamed about meeting your prince and getting married. Having babies and be happy forever. 

But you were five years old back then and seriously influenced by Disney movies. 

You had learned that Disney movies were not the real life by now, which frankly sucked. 

Absently you checked your phone, wondering where your order of cheese pizza you placed an hour ago was, when there was a knock on your door. 

„Finally,“ you cheered to yourself, grabbing the money for your pizza. You shuffled through your apartment in your cosy socks, one of your hands on your belly that had somehow popped in the last two days. 

You opened the door, expecting your pizza, but it was

„Joel,“ you gasped in surprise. 

Joel was sitting in your living room. 

He was here, in your apartment. 

You had fled to your kitchen, making him a coffee to gather your thoughts. You fired texts off to your best friend telling you that Joel was here and to your brother asking if he had any idea how Joel got here. 

But you couldn’t stay in the kitchen forever even if you wanted to. 

Taking a deep breath you put the mug of coffee on the carton of your pizza that had been delivered in the meantime, making you way back to the kitchen. 

The first thing you noticed was that he looked nervous. 

He had taken his shoes off, standing up when you came back into the room. His hair looked wild, like he had ran his hand though it for a lot of times. 

„Coffee black, right?“ You asked. 

He gulped. 

„Yeah. Yeah, that’s right,“ he nodded, carefully taking the mug. You sat down on the love seat across from the couch, opening the pizza. You missed the small smile gave you as you hummed in delight while inhaling the scent of the pizza.

„I would offer you some, but I didn’t expect any guests and I have been craving this the whole day,“ you say apologetic. 

„It’s okay. I’m not hungry anyway,“ he said before he sat back down. His legs were spread as he sat, his head resting on his hands, his elbows angled on his knees, his back hunched over as he looked at you. 

You took a deep breath. 

„Why are you here Joel?“ you finally asked, picking up a slice of pizza, biting into it. 

„I had a 6 am flight that Monday,“ he began and you stopped chewing. 

„I watched you sleep for at least twenty minutes, trying to decide what to do before I took the, what I thought back then, easy way out and left without saying a word,“ he confessed. 

You slowly nodded, breathing slowly. 

You would let him talk. You had been waiting a while for him to talk. 

„I don’t do shit like that. I don’t go out and fuck random women. Not that you are random. You are everything but random,“ he sighed. He set the mug of coffee down, rubbing his fingers over his forehead. 

„I knew I made a mistake as soon as I stepped out of the hotel. Which doesn’t excuse my behaviour and I want you to know that I am sorry for leaving without a word. So fucking sorry. I just… You are so much younger than me. And I got scared. I wanted to the right thing. Never thought I would catch feelings for you,“ he sighed, letting himself fall back against the couch. 

„Never thought you’d end up pregnant,“ he shook his head.

You set the slice of pizza you had just grabbed down, watching him. 

„I met your mother in the week after I came back home. I was working with her boss. And it just…. It’s not… Fuck I feel like such an asshole. I realise now that I used her to get over you. Which is not fair to either of you.“

You were pretty sure you stopped breathing. 

„You’re pregnant,“ he whispered. 

You nodded. 

„You’re pregnant and it’s mine,“ he whispered again. 

Your bottom lip trembled and you nodded again. 

He released a long sigh. 

„Okay,“ he said, his eyes on yours. 

„Okay?“ You asked. 

He nodded. 

„I want to be involved if you let me. We maybe wouldn’t be in this mess if I hadn’t made the decision to leave, so I have no… I have no fucking right to ask for anything. But you don’t have to do this alone,“ he said. 

„What,“ you cleared your throat, „What about my mom?“ You asked quietly. 

„I broke up with her,“ he said and you inhaled sharply. She must be heartbroken. You could see how much Joel meant to her. Tears sprang into your eyes and you pushed the pizza away from you, as tears begin to fall.

Joel’s hand reached out as if to touch you, before he stopped. He looked devastated. 

„I’m so sorry,“ you sobbed and he groaned confused. 

„She was so happy with you. And I ruined it. I ruined it,“ you shook your head, sobbing quietly. 

You jumped when you felt Joel’s hand taking yours, having missed him even gotten up from the couch and you looked at him as he knelt in front of you. 

„You didn’t ruin anything. I should have been honest from the beginning. To both of you. I am the reason this situation is so damn messy. It’s not your fault,“ he said. You took some moments to take deep breaths, calming yourself down. 

„Did you… Did you tell her? About us?“ You asked. 

„No. If you want her to know, we can do it together,“ he said and you released a shuddering breath. 

„If you want to be involved we have to tell her. I just don’t know…“ you shook your head. 

„We don’t have to figure that out right away,“ he said with a small smile.

„What about us?“ You asked. 

He shrugged. 

„What do you want?“ He asked softly. 

You knew the answer to his question. If was selfish of you. But you had wanted him from the first moment you met him you still wanted him. 

„I want you,“ you whispered and a small smile sneaked to his face as he looked at you. 

„Then we will make it work,“ he promised, kissing your hand. 

„She looks so much like Joel,“ you were smiling at your mother, as she held your new born daughter in her arms. 

„Yeah. She’s like his twin,“ you said fondly. She looked at you, eyes soft. Sean was sitting next to her grinning down at his niece. 

You had moved back to Austin. 

There had been a lot of talks, a lot of tears, a lot of heartbreak.

It hasn’t been easy, going for what you wanted, but in the end everything turned out okay. 

The conversation between you, Joel and your mother must have been the hardest thing you had ever done in your life, but she understood in the end. 

She had noticed how much you loved the father of your child before she even knew who he was. By the way you talked about him to her. And after taking some time to think about her feelings, after taking some time to heal, she was making her peace with it. 

She had told you some time ago that she wasn’t even really sure if she was in love with Joel or with the idea of being in love again.

But she definitely fell in love with Robert, her new husband to be. She already moved in with the man on his ranch just outside of Austin. And that after only two months of knowing each other. 

Not that you would ever judge her.

And Joel?

Joel had been with you whenever he could before you decided to move back to Austin. You had met his daughter and family. 

You were loved. 

You looked up when Joel walked back into the living room, his eyes meeting yours across the room, a smile sneaking to both of your faces. 

In the end, you got your Disney fairytale. 

Just…. Not in the right order. 

And without a ring on your finger. 

Not knowing that the missing ring, was already hidden in Joel’s work bench, waiting for the right moment to be put onto your finger.

#my fic #joel miller #joel miller x fem. reader #Pedro pascal #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction

[otdiaftg]

The King's Men - Chapter Twelve

Day: Friday, March 8th / 9th* Time: 10:30 PM EST

"Hello?" "Hello, Junior. Do you remember me?" Neil's heart lurches to a sick halt. It isn't his father or Riko, but he would know this voice anywhere. It is Lola Malcolm, one of his father's closest people and one of the two who'd tried teaching Neil how to wield a knife so many years ago. She'd been in and out of their house so many times Neil had thought for a while she lived there with them. She poses as Nathan's personal assistant, but her job is to get rid of the bodies Nathan's circle create. She is worth her weight in gold. Not a single one has ever turned up again. Neil tilts the phone away from his ear and takes a long, slow breath. It doesn't help. His lungs are full of shards of ice, chilling him to the bone and cutting him up from the inside out. It is an age before Neil finds his voice again and he can't keep a thick edge from it. "I didn't give you this number, Lola." "So you do remember me," she says. "Now you see, that's bad, because if you remember me, you remember who you are and where your place is." "I made my own place." "You don't have that right." She gives him a beat to respond, but Neil has nothing. "Are you listening? It is time to go. If you make this difficult for us, you will regret it for the rest of your very short life. Do you understand?" Neil wants to be sick. Lola trashed bodies; she didn't often make them. That was what the rest of Nathan's people were for. Neil remembered faces better than he remembered names, but he can guess who Lola has brought with her. Lola's business partner of choice is her brother Romero, and where Romero goes Jackson is never far behind. The three are Nathan's inner circle. They answer only to Nathan's right-hand man DiMaccio and Nathan himself. Neil could have tried outrunning one of them. He won't make it past three. For a moment he is so scared he can't breathe, but fast on the heels of fright is an irrational and wild anger. He is halfway to winning Andrew's trust, a weekend from his first vacation, and one month from semifinals. There are only four matches left in championships. Neil is so close to everything he wants and Lola is here to steal it away. "Put a hand on me and you'll regret it," Neil says. "Oh, what's this?" Lola says, entertained. "Has the baby finally inherited a spine? Your father will be glad to hear it." "My—" Neil chokes on it. "He is in Seattle. You'll never get me that far." "He is in Baltimore," she corrects him. "His parole hearing was on your birthday. They had to notify his family when his case came up. You must have missed the memo, being dead and all, so I'll fill you in. They made a final decision last week, and the feds swung it so he'd get released back to Maryland this morning. They're hoping being back in familiar territory will make him careless." Neil can hear the savage smile in her words. "Don't worry, kid. They'll never know you stopped by. I'll make sure of it." Neil blinks and see's that zero on his eyelids. He is out of time. For a moment Neil feels the weight of Andrew's mouth against his. He digs his fingers into his lower lip and tries to breathe around them.

Art used with permission by Aymmidumps. Thank you @aymmidumps!

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #tkm #the kings men #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #palmetto state university #psu foxes #andreil #on this day in aftg #otdiaftg #palmetto state foxes #otdi all for the game #nora sakavic #the foxes #on this day in all for the game #kevin day #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #coach wymack #betsy dobson #abby winfield #matt boyd #dan wilds #renee walker #allison reynolds #artists #aymmidumps

[aziraphales-library]

Heya!

I've read a LOT of GO fics in my time, but I can't remember if I've seen crossovers/AUs of the following movies with Aziraphale/Crowley, can you help please?

So my favourite rom coms of all time are the following, and I'd love GO versions (if they don't exist I may have to write them)!

French Kiss (Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline)

You've Got Mail (Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks)

When Harry Met Sally (Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal)

Runaway Bride (Julia Roberts and Richard Gere)

Never Been Kissed (Drew Barrymore)

I won't bother asking about Pretty Woman because I've read so many versions with either of them in either role lmaooo (and I have loved Every. Single. One.)

Or basically any late 80s/early 90s rom coms with Meg Ryan (except Sleepless in Seattle because I find it incredibly boring) or Julia Roberts!

Thank you so much for everything you do! You've helped me discover so many amazing fics and writers and it is much appreciated!!! 💖💖😇😎

Hello there!

Did you know there is a whole collection from the Good Omens Rom-Com Event that was run a couple years ago? You might find what you're looking for there! (Some of the fics are unfinished so keep that in mind)

We have previously recommended a bunch of You've Got Mail/She Loves Me fics HERE, so check those out.

As for the other ones you've asked about:

French Kiss AU:

A Bit of Crumpet by Fyre [E]

With a handsome, successful fiance and a respectable home in Manhattan, Aziraphale Fell thought his life was more than adequate. He never expected to be jilted in a long-distance telephone call and so he sets out for England to find out exactly what's going on and gets a lot more than he bargained for.

When Harry Met Sally AU:

it had to be you by curtaincall [M]

“What I’m saying,” said Aziraphale, looking fixedly ahead, “and please don’t take this as a personal insult in any way, is that an angel and a demon can’t be friends.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” said Aziraphale, firmly. “It’s against the order of things. You’re supposed to tempt. I’m supposed to thwart. We can’t go being friends.”

*

A canon-divergent AU inspired by When Harry Met Sally.

I don't know of any fics with your two last wishes but there is also:

Notting Hill AU:

Soho by Lurlur [E]

Aziraphale lives a quiet kind of life, running a quiet specialist bookshop in one of the liveliest districts of London. He's content with his lot, happy with his friends, tolerant of his probably-human housemate, living vicariously through the gossip pages.

One day, a chance encounter with Anthony Crowley, lead singer of wildly successful rock band The Demons, threatens to turn his whole world upside down.

Music and Lyrics AU:

pop! goes my heart by attheborder [E], WIP

When has-been musician Anthony Crowley is recruited by pop singer Anathema Device to write a song for her new record, he jumps on the chance to resuscitate his career with a hit. There's only one problem: he can't write lyrics to save his life.

But a chance meeting with a stranger by the name of Aziraphale, with a poetic streak that's a perfect fit for the song, changes everything for Crowley. Together, they'll create something beautiful, fight the forces of the music industry, and perhaps even find a way back into love...

A Music and Lyrics AU for the GO Rom Com Event, complete with all-new original songs written and recorded by the author!

Kate & Leopold AU:

Until by Nadzieja [T]

“I don’t want to go home.” Half-asleep Aziraphale murmurs into his ear and Crowley's heart clenches. His grip tightens reflexively around the warm soft body in his arms, around the smell of old books and sandalwood.

“Then don’t.” He’s trying not to sound like he's pleading, but his throat is tight and his voice hoarse.

*

Crowley lives his average life, working in a high-end advertising company at London that pays just enough to get him a room in a shared accommodation. That's just his luck that he ends up living with a literal witch. One day she brings home an even more eccentric man that has a taste for 19th century fashion, as if Crowley didn't have enough things to worry about. Little he knows that the man will turn his world upside down. Literally. And that's just the beginning of his problems.

~Mod N

#good omens #ineffable husbands #rom com #human au #canon divergent au #adult omens #mod n

[angryandanonymous]

Doodle of Steve and Tony getting together when Steve turns up at Tony’s Seattle flat to see/surprise him during @cherryblossomsmist “The Single Biggest Problem with Communication” . A fic I am happy to draw all day long (I’m also happy to draw Tony’s thighs all day long) This interaction is just so sweet, and there are so many delicious angsty layers of misunderstanding and miscommunication that still can’t hide the love that these two dorks have for each other.

The scene from the fic;

‘‘[Steve] pulled Tony into him. Tony might be heavier, but Steve was still strong enough to move him, even to get his hands under him and lift him, and that was exactly what he did, pulling him into his lap so his knees landed on either side of Steve’s hips. He could probably have done it even with Tony in the armor; in fact, he was sure he could (and wasn’t that a thought?).

“Hey,” Tony said, breathlessly.

Steve reached up, framed Tony’s face with his hands, running his fingers back into his hair. He smiled at him. “Yes?” he asked, grinning.

“Manhandling me?” Tony said, starting to grin a little back.

“Sure, a little,” Steve said, moving his fingers gently in Tony’s hair. It was soft against his fingers, tangled already. Tony’s erection was very hot and very present, pressed into his stomach, now. “You got a problem with that?”

“Not really,” Tony said. “You were pretty thorough about it the other day. When we were sparring, I mean.”

“Not as thorough as I could be,” Steve said, smirking.

Tony’s skin darkened a little, and Steve could feel it heat against his hands. Tony had flushed at that. Steve grinned with delight.

“I’m sure that’s true,” Tony muttered. He shifted his hips a little, up into Steve. “Plan to demonstrate, or are you just teasing?”

“Maybe a little of both,” Steve informed him.

Tony smirked, now. “I guess that’s acceptable,” he said, dropping his gaze to look at Steve from under his eyelashes, which apparently went straight both to somewhere in Steve’s chest to make it tighten a little and to his cock, making it jerk with a heated rush of desire. Steve pulled Tony closer, tilted their foreheads together, and Tony bit his lip as it pressed their groins tighter up against each other.

It felt good, but Steve wasn’t that interested in rushing to the main event, not yet. Instead he waited until Tony cast his eyes up toward him again, raising one eyebrow, then tilted Tony’s head with the grip he had on him and brought their lips together. Tony sucked in his breath and opened his mouth, and Steve set about kissing him thoroughly, running his fingers back through his hair in slow circles as he did. Tony made a low noise and curled his hands back around Steve’s neck, and his cock grew even hotter, slick and hard and needfully wet with precome as they kissed; Steve could feel it sliding hot against his stomach, so hard he half-wondered how far he could bring Tony toward climax just by kissing him with tongue.’’

Written work is all @cherryblossomsmist work, only the drawing and the description before the fic extract are mine .

#angryandanonymous #fanart #my artwork #616 tony stark #616 stony #iron man #stony art #tony stark art #616 steve rogers #616 tony #stony fanart #fanart of fanfiction #smut

[dnvrsmedia]

Looking Towards A Better Tomorrow

Ellie Williams x Reader

Summary: aftermath of Seattle & Santa Barbra

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

an: if you’ve seen this before it’s because i’m reposting from my ao3 do not be alarmed!

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The sun beamed onto your skin as the world seemed to turn slowly. An off feeling encapsulating you, sucking you in like quicksand. Tumultuous waters never let up, drowning you in a flurry of conflicting emotions. Stuck in a state of emotional limbo, your far off stare didn’t go unnoticed by all. The auburn haired girl furrowed her eyebrows. Your catatonic like state sending a pang of worry in her gut.

It’s been months since the tragic events of Seattle occurred. Months since the three of you made it back to Jackson by the skin of your teeth. Yet, Ellie wonders if a part of you stayed all those miles away. Your bright and bubbly exterior dimmed almost completely all those months ago. Neither of you ever managed to get a full night's rest without the other waking up in a cold sweat, screaming in terror. Walking on eggshells around each other didn’t help either. Her refusal to think about the events combined with your selective mutism caused conflicts to arise.

You didn’t speak for a month straight following the events. Maria begged the two of you to join Jackson’s weekly counseling sessions. She mentioned something about the importance of working through trauma. That day was the first time you laughed in weeks. Not because there was anything funny, but in frustration. Words cannot explain what Seattle was like for you. How could anyone understand the awful things that happened? How terrified you were at not only yourself and the world around you, but at the person your lover was becoming. The sweet, snarky, and sharp little girl was no longer there. Revenge flowed through her veins, constricting all rational thought—leaving behind a tunnel visioned killer.

There is no doubt that the two of you have changed—arguably for the worse. The innocence ripped from your chests made it hard for you to stay in Jackson. The memories flooding your mind as you walk past Jesse’s old place leaves a sinking feeling in your gut. Suddenly you’re feeling the burning sensation of an arrow piercing through your skin as you drop to the ground. The scent of the red metallic substance pooling out of your body and onto the wood floor takes over. Your breath constricts as the feeling of a bicep as big as your thigh cradles your neck in its deviously tight restraint. The whales of Ellie pleading to spare your life start to drown out as the thumbing of your heartbeat overtakes.

“Hey, Hey! It’s alright, you’re home.” A familiar voice breaks through your flashback. Your eyes blink one then twice, adjusting to your surroundings. When did you get on all fours? Your body is heaved over as your hands grip the soil fueled by terrifying strength. A freckled hand moves to cup your jaw. The back and forth motion of her thumb sends a soothing vibration across your body. Words of affirmation spew from your lover’s lips as your breathing slows. Your canonic like state continues on until the move is made.

The farmhouse was a blessing in disguise. Not only for your sanity, but for the growth of your relationship with Ellie.

As the days pass and as the night goes, glimpses of your personalities before come back in pieces. Substituting the painful reminders with tending to the farm allowed you the space to slowly heal not just emotionally, but heal your relationship with Ellie. You wouldn’t want to admit this out loud, but you held resentment against your freckled faced lover. You asked yourself day in and day out why you weren’t enough. Revenge overtook her life and swept her up in the flurry of it all, leaving you behind—broken and battered. Rebuilding your life from ground up once again. You cursed her name in a silent prayer; eyes burning holes in her body, wishing that there wasn’t a single part of you that belonged to her. Yet, you stayed. Through all the times your anger almost moved you led with blind rage, you stepped away. No matter how

much you lost, you will never succumb to hate. Rage ruined your life, took away your freedom, your friends, your smile, your light…her light. Rage took your girl away from you.

“We need to talk.” A solemn face adorned your features—this seemingly permanent look etched into your skin since Seattle.

Ellie— currently tucked in the chicken coop, tending to Bertha, the ginger feathered Golden Comet. A grunt in acknowledgment is given as she finishes laying the feed inside of the coop, walking out to you at the door.

She goes to fidget with her two fingers and is met with the top of her palm. A familiar sinking feeling lands in her gut at the memory. The physical reminder of all that she has lost. Ellie takes a short breath and shoves her three-fingered hand into her back pocket. Ellie’s eyes fail to reach yours—she knows what your face looks like. The upturned brows with a sad smile. She knows you worry. She also knows she’s hurt you the most.

“You know I love you, Ellie Williams.” Your jaw clenches—‘you will not cry before you finish’ repeats in your head like a mantra.

Ellie’s eyes finally meet yours as she tentatively nods her head, scared to see where this is going.

“My love for you is what has made me stay. No matter how much you have broken my heart, Ellie, I stayed. I stayed with you even though I had no idea why I'd do that to myself,” Your eyes gaze up at the setting sky as Ellie trails your face, taking in your words.

“I have been so fucking good to you!” You huff with a sad smile.

“I stayed and I killed for you Ellie. I’ve done things that I can never undo. I’ve done and seen things that have changed me forever. I mean I can’t close my eyes without seeing death. I can’t sleep without hearing Seattle.” Tears frustratingly slide down the rounds of your cheeks, once overused by the smile that seemed to never leave your face oh so long ago.

Tears well up in your lover's eyes as she frustratingly wipes her eyes, hating the vulnerability.

“I spent so long asking what I did wrong after you left. If I was ever enough for you, and it broke me. It broke me so fucking bad, Ellie.” You sobbed, unable to keep your tears at bay.

The sound of your cries sends a knife through the auburn haired girl's heart. Ellie pulls you into her chest, encapsulating you in her arms—your home.

“I know, babe, I’m so fucking sorry.” Ellie whines as her tears flow more freely. You breathe in her scent, calming you down.

“But I stayed, okay? I’m always here. We went through hell back there and I know that we are just barely surviving with our heads above water, but i’m fucking here okay? You don’t walk out on me ever again you hear me?” You pull your body from the crook of her neck and speak, holding her eye contact intensely.

“And you talk to me, you hear me? None of that holding it in. You talk to me, Williams. We have no one left and I refuse to lose you too. You may not care about your life but I. Fucking. Do.”

With those words, Ellie breaks down in sobs. You haven’t seen her cry for months. Ellie is a protector, she puts everything on the line to protect those she loves, even if it means sparing her own feelings. Or at least, what she believes to be her feelings. Ellie had never been in a position where she felt safe enough to express or engage in her feelings. If she did, there would be consequences immediately causing her to never open up again. She also views this as a preservation of your life. Everyone she has ever opened up to has died because of her one way or another. Why have the gift and the curse of being immune if all she caused was death all around her?

Heavy heaves and blubbers of ‘I’m sorry’ leave her mouth as she clings onto you for dear life. The decades of guilt and trauma being released from her body as she crumples in your touch. These tears aren’t only for the pain she’s inflicted upon you, her light, but for everything. For never meeting her mother to losing her first love, to Joel. All of these events shaped her to be who she is today. How cruel? To have a life full of loss but a gift so precious. When those who love her dearly die, those who she believes deserve life more than her. What a cyclical fate to be bestowed upon an ordinary girl. Having to know so much yet never knowing herself.

Your heart breaks as you hold onto the fragile frame of the girl you love. Steady steps are taken to make way back inside. Hoping this is a turning point, you sit her in the bathroom and heat up some water. Ellie’s tears have calmed as she watches you gather the buckets of heated water. You fill up the tub before turning to reach her eyes with a saddened smile.

“Arms up.” You tugged at the bottom of her now off-white vest. A small yet grateful nod is given by your lover before she lifts her arms above her head.

This was a routine you have done many times with Ellie after tough patrols. Whenever her body ached too much or her thoughts ran too deep, you would bathe her. The memories of these flood back to her as you help her undress fully. Ellie plants a kiss to your temple before you usher her to lay back in the tub.

You unwrap your favorite package of soap you had been given by Dina on your last trip back to Jackson. The beautiful lavender was your signature scent Ellie grew to love just as much as you. Ellie reached for your hand tentatively— gauging for your reaction. She takes it as a sign to further her touch when you intertwine your fingers. Her chapped lips press kisses to your palm and hand, showing her gratitude.

“M’ gonna have to let go so I can help, El.” You laugh.

Ellie’s eyes snap up to yours at the nickname she missed hearing so badly. She never realized how much she could miss someone she stayed under the same roof with. Fearing that this intimacy would flutter away, Ellie grips your hand tighter. Fear showed in her eyes as she pleaded for you to stay.

“Don’t…please, just,” She huffs as she feels herself becoming emotional. Learning that your emotions are natural will be a learning curve; proving its difficulty right now. “Could you…come in with me?” Ellie closes her eyes to calm herself down.

The skilled killer no longer made a home in your partner's body. All that was left of her was the fragile soul of a girl who’s been hurt too many times. The girl who wanted to be protected, loved, and happy for once.

“Okay, baby girl. I’m here, alright? Just gotta let go for a bit so I can get undressed but I'm right here.” You kiss her palm once before slowly letting go of her fingers. The tense grip on your hand loosens as she watches you move towards the tub.

You slide your body behind your lover gently before picking up her designated shower rag and your favorite soap. Your hands gently work through the auburn haired girls' taught muscles. Nimble fingers taking away all tension she has been carrying on her shoulders while scrubbing her clean—leaving a new start. A start full of love and light for the both of you. Of mourning your past lives, but embracing the good yet to come. Embracing the healing.

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Missing pronouns and double-entendres

Historians have traced the roots of country music at least to the 17th century, but the “big bang” moment for the industry didn’t happen until the 1920s.

In 1927, record producer Ralph Peer traveled from New York City to Bristol, Tennessee to hold recording sessions with “hillbilly” artists from the surrounding areas. The Bristol Sessions, as they came to be known, introduced the world to artists like Jimmie Rodgers and The Carter Family, foundational figures in what we now call country music.

That same year, in New York, an artist named Ewen Hail recorded “Lavender Cowboy,” a story-song about a boyish figure “with only two hairs on his chest” who takes on a group of outlaws and dies a hero’s death. Adapted from a 1923 poem by pulp writer Harold Hersey, “Lavender Cowboy” appeared in the 1930 film Oklahoma Cyclone and has since been covered many times, most notably by Vernon Dalhart in 1939. 

A couple years later, the Prairie Ramblers recorded “I Love My Fruit,” a Western swing-style novelty song so ripe with double-entendres that the group recorded it using a pseudonym. Attributed to the Sweet Violet Boys, “I Love My Fruit” is gloriously homoerotic, with lyrics that extol the virtues of (among other things) chewing on banana skin.

The 1960s saw the emergence of Wilma Burgess, a mainstream star who wasn’t able to be out but also never hid her identity. A protege of prolific producer Owen Bradley — who saw her as a potential successor to Patsy Cline — Burgess insisted on recording songs where the love interest was not referred to by gendered pronouns. When she did occasionally record songs addressed to male lovers, she did so under the agreement with Bradley that her next recording would be a song of her choice. Her songs “Baby” and “Misty Blue” both cracked the top 10, and she still holds the record for the most charted singles by a gay country artist.'

Burgess left the country music industry in the late 70s, but she remained active in Nashville’s queer scene, opening one of the city’s first lesbian bars in the early 80s. 

Queer country music’s “lost pioneer”

No queer country history would be complete without the story of Patrick Haggerty, the man responsible for what’s widely considered the first openly gay country album, Lavender Country. 

Haggerty grew up on a dairy farm in rural Washington, the sixth of ten children born to hard-working parents. Despite growing up in the repressive climate of the 50s, Haggerty has said his father was accepting of his sexuality, which was evident from a young age.

After getting kicked out of the Peace Corps for being gay in 1966, Haggerty decided to devote his life to activism, becoming involved with the Gay Liberation Front. His anger over the injustices of the era became the basis for Lavender Country, the 1973 album that would define his legacy.

The album, which Haggerty recorded with his band of the same name, is scathing and often funny, featuring would-be classics like “Back in the Closet Again” and “Cryin’ These C**ksucking Tears” delivered in a loose, folky style. 

With the support of the Gay Community Services of Seattle, 1000 copies of Lavender Country were created, advertised in gay periodicals, and sold at gay bookstores. Despite the limited number of copies, the album attracted a fair amount of attention in the gay underground. “Lavender Country” played at Seattle Pride and other gay events in the region.

The band disbanded in 1976, and Haggerty thought his music career was behind him. A self-described “screaming Marxist b***h,” he became further involved in activist circles, later co-founding the Seattle chapter of ACT UP and running for Seattle City Council and the state House of Representatives as an independent. 

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[mistresskayla-blog1]

Exploring the Barrens

Lyn's Writing Event Day 5

Characters: Ray Levine x Fem reader

Fandom: Richard Armitage - Ray Levine - Stay Close

May 5th: Week 1: Jersey Devil  (flying goat man)     

Characters: Ray Levine x fem reader

Fandom: Richard Armitage – “Ray Levine” – Stay Close

(The character “Ray Levine” was created by Harlan Coben and adapted for television by Danny Brocklehurst)

Location: Pine Barrens, NJ

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: angst, mutual attraction, photography, deep woods, Halloween, full moon, myths, lore, fluff, romance

All Hallow’s Eve; You and Ray take a drive up to the Pine Barrens near dusk to take some photographs of flora and landscape and catch a sighting of the jersey devil.

The coastal water and the pine forests are not that far apart. Stretching a few miles west of the coastline. The Pine Barrens is a large span of National Forest in southern New Jersey that runs about 25 miles end to end. And 35 miles north to south. It is there that the story begins.

              It was a relatively warm afternoon for late October. Ray drove his beat-up ford Mustang along the pine trails highway, miles and miles of expansive forests surrounding them. The sun was peaking across the barrens as it prepared to set to their left. The way the sun caught the greying green of the forest was mesmerizing. You sat your face glued to the window, as Ray’s hand strayed onto your thigh squeezing it gently, “You ok?” he asked. You turned towards him and grinned, “Yeah, yeah, of course. Its just so beautiful here”. Ray smiled, “Wait until I show you my favorite spots” his eyebrows quirked up and you giggled. Ray drove a few more miles before a break in the woods led to a parking area for hiking. He parked and got out, walking around to your side, and opening the door for you, that stuck a little until you pulled up the metal lock button.  Ray stood with his hand out to you, you rose from the seat clad in hiking boots, jeans and a wooly sweatshirt. Your Nikon camera hanging from your neck ready for some shooting. Ray had his already slung across his chest, as you stood. He looked at you a moment, you thought he was going to say something, and then he just looked out to the woods, and back at you. You heart kind of fluttered in your chest. You had made up your mind to tell him how you felt today. Regardless of the outcome.

              Sure, you and Ray had been hanging out a lot since you both joined a photographer’s group for “singles”, just the thought made you roll your eyes, but you needed to make new friends after you had moved from Seattle, so you made the best of it. Coming across the country like this was intense. The people, the scenery, even the ocean felt different. Some things were still the same, and that was the woods. You loved the woods, the smell of it, the sounds of it, the feeling of safety in it. When you were a little girl you used to hide in the woods behind your house, the subdivision was small then, and you could play for hours in the woods without a soul to bug you. Your best friend Lisa came too when she was there, but Lisa had died shortly after her 9th birthday of Leukemia and looking out to the barrens of pines you sighed remembering her. Ray looked back at you, “You sure, your alright?” he said in that eastern accent you had begun to develop a crush on.

              “Yeah” looking at him, “just thinking about people I used to know” Ray came closer to you then, leaning in, “demons from the woods, it is all hallows eve you know”. His breath so near your face made you hold your breath a second. You smiled as he stood back up to his full height. “Not like that Ray,” you laughed, “But thanks for the reminder. I’ll make sure and spook you on this trek”. You sort of childishly punched him in the shoulder and he put his arm around your shoulder in a friendly manner, leading you down the trail ahead of you.

You both trudged through the crunching leaves and underbrush, looking up at the canopy of pines. You snapped a few shots as Ray stepped off the trail head and knelt down to a take a close up of some moss? You couldn’t actually tell what he was doing. You stopped and asked him, “What did you find?” Ray looked up over his shoulder, “Oh just some really textured moss, I’m working on this texture landscape project”. You smiled, “I like texture, are you staying color or doing black and whites” Ray stood up, still looking down at this subject, “Actually probably both, I’m not sure yet. But maybe you can help me afters” He smiled, kind of flirtatiously. You had known him for about a month or so and still couldn’t figure out his, well tells. It was Atlantic City right; do we see people in forms of gamblers on this journey? You weren’t sure. You both continued back on to the trailhead as the sun got lower and lower to the horizon. It spread further out in the sky causing a dark orange red hue to fill the forest underbrush. The cool tones of the night starting in as well. You had packed your night lens in your pocket and were hoping to catch some moon light.

Ray stopped again in a clearing and laid down, looking up with his camera towards the canopy. You followed suit and laid down beside him. He chuckled looking through his lens, “We should meet like this more often,” he said, again teasingly you thought. I mean, was he actually flirting?

You looked through your own lens, and peripherally caught him looking at you, “Yeah, we should” you said. Ray put his camera on his chest and looked at you, sighing heavily. “Look, (fem reader), I really like you. This is fun, but if I’m overstepping or offending you, please tell me”. You looked at him, seriousness in your eyes, “No. its fine. I am glad to know its flirting. I just thought you were, well friendly, which I haven’t heard is the norm out east”. Ray smiled with his eyes sparkling in response to your acceptance, then huffed out looking back up through his lens, “Yeah we get that a lot. Not sure who started it, but its not going to end anytime soon”. You laugh, “well it has a certain charm I’m sure”. Ray smiled, “Yeah in the city for sure, but here in AC its not, well cute. Its just annoying”. You put down your camera again, “Sorry if I offended you then” Ray winked, “Nah, its fine. No worries”. He sat up first and then offered to help you up. Pleasantries were exchanged. And now the darkness was seeping into the woods. You walked further and further into the Barrens, making it harder and harder to see. You couldn’t hear anything from the lone highway, or any other woodland creature.

Ray stopped to change his lens and so did you, realizing that this low light was going to mean longer shutter times. “So where is this ‘spot’ you wanted to show me?” you asked, inquisitive. You could still make out his red flannel jacket and carved jawline in the dusk light. Ray eyes flashed just then, and your stomach flopped up to your chest. “Its this way, come on,” and he grabbed your sleeve and pulled you through the shorter shrubs and underbrush. “It’s a ruin up a head. I found it last spring”. His grip on your sleeve slackened, as he stopped short of his mark. A clicking sound of a pen light and he cast a hazy glow around an old, abandoned shack in the woods. It stood about 12 feet high, with a caved in roof, and lots of lichen. Ray giggled under his breath, “Here it is”, he said excitedly. “Nice, you want to invite me in?” Ray looked down at you, you weren’t short persay, but anyone was shorter than Ray, he was 6’3” of gorgeous, chiseled features and broad shoulders and an ass that made jeans a necessity in his wardrobe. “yeah, of course,” Ray spread his arm wide in a Disney like welcome and you snorted a laugh. The door was rusting off its hinges, but Ray still managed to open it, and when you peaked in it was a playful embodiment of cobwebs and plant growth. Mushrooms dusted the now earthen floorboards. You stepped inside a little unsure of what you would disturb. Ray was right behind you, his breath on the back of your neck.

“Maybe we shouldn’t disturb it” you said, trying to step back and bumping into him further. His arm caught your waist, and you gasped a second, and dropped your camera to the ground. Ray spun you around to face him, “You scared of some cobwebs?” His hand moved to your chin, as he tilted it up, and moved in for a kiss. You did everything you could not to move, you’d wanted to kiss him since the first day you met. He’s so scruffy and honest and earnest, a little haunted, but not more than most over 35. Your lips met softly, and fire burned in your belly, sending pulses shooting in all directions, all the way down to your feet. Your knees buckled, and Ray caught you steady on your feet. He smiled in the kiss, and your arms made it around his shoulders. Ray moved you carefully through the doorway of the shack and stood tall again, you cradled against him. The kiss broke off, and he let go of you. You blushed and turned back to the shack, looking for your camera on the ground. Ray eyes were heady in the low light as he looked at you. “Can I borrow your light, I can’t see my camera now” Ray pulled the pen light from his pocket and handed it to you. A click illuminated the shadows in the shack and you yelped as you saw a large spider living a web very near where you entered, it twitched in its web. Ray chuckled under his breath. “You spook easily, I didn’t think that about you” You picked up the camera, keeping your eye and the light on the large spider, “Yeah, well there wasn’t a check box for that at the speed dating thing. “Are you afraid of spiders?” he asked pointedly. “I guess, I mean, that one is huge,” you swept the light back over for him to see. Ray came close and bent down, “yeah she is a nice specimen”, smiled. “I’m not like phobia afraid of them, but I don’t go getting into trouble with them either”.  Ray looked at you again, “Fair, enough, guess I shouldn’t tell you about the Jersey Devil then, huh?”

You looked up at Ray again, still lingering through thoughts from that kiss, “The Jersey Devil?”

Ray looked back over his shoulder as a screech from an owl disturbed the blissful nightfall. “Yeah,” he started to trudge again back towards the trail, “Rumor has it he haunts these barrens. There are sightings of some ungodly creature with like goat feet and head, bat wings and a forked tail”. You kind of laugh as you look around the surrounding darkness, “Are you serious?” Ray looked back at you, “You think I would make that up, your not a tourist, (fem reader)”. You chagrinned, “I suppose not. Have you read about it?” Ray stopped, “Well actually I did a bit of digging about the original story, and it turns out the original family, the Leeds’ their home was not too far from here” Ray pulled out his phone and it showed some pins on a map, “I’ve been looking for it, well,” he smirked, “Sort of. It would be fun to find, you know?” You nodded, “Sure I could see that paying better than the other stuff” Ray put his phone away, “I know, I know, its just kind of bugging me, I’ve been coming out to this woods for years, and I’ve never spotted him, not once, so” he blew out a breath. “So its kind of like your mission then, ya?” you asked.

Ray, looked at you, “Nah, more of a hobby. A fascination, but I can think of other ways to fascinate myself” Ray moved towards you again, this time, your hands met his chin, and though you both were wearing cameras around your necks you still managed to kiss again, just as earnestly as the first time. Ray shifted his camera around behind him, and then shifted yours with his hands, keeping the kiss locked. He held you close to him, your arms swept up and crushed against his frame. Eyes closed you both reveled in the sensation of your lips meeting again and the driving heat that resonated between you both in the darkness. Ray started to kiss your cheek, and down your neck slackening his hold on you. A nearby tree became his friend, as he directed you toward it, leaning in more, deepening the kiss. Your heart thumped wildly and your feet tingled at his kisses. You pulled him in closer as well in returning passion. He moaned into your mouth, as his tongue slid along your lower lip.

A high pitched and sharp sound cut through the night from far off. The sound so sharp it broke you both from the kiss, “What in the fuck was that?” you blurted out. Ray was a bit disoriented, and snapped back immediately as the screech came again, “An owl?” You shook your head, “that’s far too loud even for a screech owl”. Ray kept you close, “Whatever it is, I don’t think its coming this way”. The screech was heard again, and an eerie fog started to descend upon the grove. “Ray?”  Ray stood strong, “Yeah?” “I think it is getting closer”. Ray grinned and rubbed your shoulders, “Its ok. I got you”. You looked up at him, as the moon started to shine across the eerie scene, breaking from the clouds, “Ray, its Halloween and were in the woods with a weird creature. Maybe we should just go”. Ray caressed your face, “Still spooked huh?” he rubbed your back, “Alright, we can go. Want to go grab a bite?” You nodded, though in the low light it was all assumed. Ray took your hand and led you back towards the trail again, following what he could of the markers with his pen light and his memory.

You were aware though that each step was moving in the direction of that terrifying sound. What would you encounter on the way back to the car?

The sound screeched again, this time closer, and even Ray paused, “Ok, that was closer”. His hand on your hand squeezed tighter reassuring you of your safety, “Come on, were almost back to the car”. You paused feeling something blow past you, “Ray?” Ray spun around as a large amalgamation of an animal resembling a goat, too tall for its frame, wings tucked back, and clawed hands grunted and bit sharply towards you. You flipped your flash on and hit the click on your camera several times trying to disorient it. It shook off the brightness and Ray pulled you back, “(fem reader) get back!”  You forced yourself to take a shot and kept clicking while Ray and this creature tussled in the brush. “Ray! Don’t!” you called out, but Ray already had it by its scruffy neck and was punching it profusely. It gurgled and screeched again before loosing consciousness. Ray swept his hair off his eyes and wiped the spit from the creature off his face with his sleeve. He let go of its neck and dropped it to the forest floor. Ray turned to you, “Are you alright, (fem reader)?”  You nodded, “Yes, yeah. Are you?” Ray rolled his shoulder, “Yeah, you can’t mess with me, in these woods” He laughed, he saw your look of fright and came to you, “Come here”, his bear arms came around you in a welcoming hug and you felt safe, so so safe in his arms. He kissed the top of your head and you sighed into his chest, as he rubbed your back.

“Well time for a drink I think, yeah? We’ve had quite a day of it”, He kissed your head again and kept his arms on your shoulder as you both walked back to the car, “Ray?”  “Yeah?”  “Do you think that was the Jersey Devil?” “I don’t know, it looked like a deranged goat, but either way, were safe”.  He smiled. He placed you in the passenger seat and climbed into the driver’s side. Ray fired up the engine, the Mustang rumbled as he eased out to the highway and headed back to the shore.

              THE END 

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[emily-prentits]

what are your currents wips!? <3

hi anon! mostly i'm writing for meddison right now, so i'll give you those wips. edit: this got very long so my wips are under the cut <3

lately she's undressing for revenge. i currently have 3 parts out of this fic! the basic premise is addison walks into meredith's life and suddenly her relationship is ruined because her boyfriend didn't bother to tell her that he had a wife. so meredith drops him in a turmoil of feelings and seduces addison to get back at him. and, well, if they happen to fall in love... isn't that the ultimate fuck you?

neighbor au. this one doesn't have a title yet, and it's BARELY a wip with how much time i've had to work on it lately, but it's really kind of an au where one tiny thing is changed in canon and the butterfly effect of what happens because of it- namely derek divorces addison before he runs to seattle in season 1, so when addison shows up in seattle (with henry) in season 18 and moves into the house next to meredith's, they have no idea about the connection between them. slightly crack-y events ensue as well as some very fun, very sexy milf action because really. this is me we're talking about. (it's partially based on my therapist told me by xana if you wanna check that out!!)

sad christmas fic. this is from the mentioned christmas part in chapter 3 of revenge. that's all i'm gonna say about that.

bloomington au. this is based on the sapphic professor/student movie bloomington! the main characters SCREAMED meddison to me as i was watching it so i took notes and somehow it devolved into a whole au. whoops.

elevate me songfic. so um. fun fact about me i hate nick marsh? especially with meredith? so in very me fashion i decided to take the song that played over their first sex scene and make it into a season 18 meddison au. because honestly the whole nick storyline SCREAMS meddison the second time around. the meeting again after a long period of time, the instant rekindling of infatuation, the way they would drop anything for one another, etc. you get it. this one is probably a two parter but i'm excited for it especially since i was just talking about it with @walshies earlier. it's going to be very self indulgent and everything we wished was true about meddison the second time around <3

an addison-centric fic about her early life > relationship with derek > relationship with mark > relationship with meredith <3 i haven't decided whether or not i want to include the events from private practice into this fic yet but i suppose we will see what happens when i have more time lol.

carol au. planned this one out with @thenightmaredrowns! it's based on the movie carol (as was a bit obvious) we have it mostly figured out we just have to... actually write it. in our spare time.

bonus random assorted fics i haven't thought about in a bit:

series rewrite but meddison is cheating on derek through the entire show

a fic set to enchanted by taylor swift. set before in the heat of your electric touch (i want to need you forever)

season 6 au, meddison adopts zola

a fic set to maroon by taylor swift

friends with benefits meddison

a fic set to shivers by ed sheeran (this one has no plot. it's a single scene lol)

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[liminalpebble]

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Sex and Death (Masterlist)

A Wallander fanfic (Magnus Martinsson x Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Detective Magnus Martinsson and Noura Harik (a forensic linguist) are racing to find an enigmatic serial killer before he sets his sights on one of their own, but when Harik reaches a breaking point with the temperamental Inspector Wallander, everything changes.  

A/N: Magnus Martinsson x OFC, slow burn to smut, murder and violence (from the killer, not our protagonists), Minors DNI

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Violet (Masterlist)

 Will Ransome (The Essex Serpent) x Original Female Character  

Summary: The solitary Reverend Ransome leaves the empty nest of his home in Essex, beginning his life as a professor in London. His expectation of a contemplative religious life as a pious widower is complicated by an odd and alluring foreign student, Violetta Vespero. How can the conflicted vicar keep his gaze and worship skyward with such delicious temptations before him on Earth?

CW: Sacrilege all over the place, slow Burn to smut, angst, multi-parter, probably pretty historically inaccurate. Minors DNI

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The Refugee (Masterlist)

AU Loki x Original Female Character (COMPLETE)

Summary: In a timeline where Loki, the prodigal prince of Asgard, struck out to establish his vast and powerful Laufeyson Empire, he stumbles upon Lenora, a refugee scarred by his bloodshed. One of the few surviving Morhari, she is captured and forced to use her considerable intelligence in service to the fearful warlord who destroyed her nation and her life. Will the peasant turned captive asset find her way to freedom and her own power, and will the cruel and scheming god of mischief discover that he can be more than a villain?

CW: Non/dubious consent. slow burn to eventual smut. violence and torture. Loki is very unambiguously bad, morally complex but bad, and does bad things.18+ readers only.  

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Eddie's Education (Masterlist)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Original Female Character

Summary: 15 years after the events in the upside-down and Eddie's unlikely survival, he's still left with scars and an uneventful life working at his uncle's garage and as a part-time bartender. Although he planned to get out of Hawkins like a bat out of hell, he's still there and feeling stuck. At Uncle Wayne's suggestion, Eddie goes to night school to finally get his GED. Little does Eddie know that his life is about to get a lot more interesting when he meets his tutor, Leia, and realizes staying in Hawkins might not be so bad after all.

A/N: Eddie Munson x OFC, slow burn to eventual smut, multi-parter. Cannon divergent. morbid subjects discussed. Eddie's a sweetheart, Eddie Lives! Minors DNI

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Stray (A Lokitty Tale)

(Complete!)

A/N: Hi all. This began as a prompt suggestion by @mischief2sarawr and has since grown three heads and answers to no one. It's now a multipart, very fluffy, story about Lokitty. I have no idea where I'm going with this except definitely to the comfort district of fluff town...maybe driving through a little traffic jam of angst on the way there.

Synopsis: It's 1971 and you're a single shop girl living in the tumultuous, often damp, city of Seattle, feeling lost and alone. Meanwhile, Loki (under the guise of D.B. Cooper) is on the run from Thor the moment he jumped out of that plane. After crash landing in a dumpster and disguising himself as a stray cat to lay low, he becomes your beloved feline room mate and an unusual friendship begins to grow.

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One Shots, Requests, and Drabbles (coming soon)

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Love Letters From... (coming soon)

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Memes What I Made (coming soon)

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And finally, a special appearance of SAS mascot Mew Mew the Mango. 💚

#loki fanfic #essex serpent fanfic #wallander fanfic #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The Bezzle excerpt (Part III)

I'm on tour with my new novel The Bezzle! Catch me TOMORROW in SALT LAKE CITY (Feb 21, Weller Book Works) and then SAN DIEGO (Feb 22, Mysterious Galaxy). After that, it's LA, Seattle, Portland, Phoenix and more!

This week, I'm serializing part of chapter 14 from my new novel The Bezzle, which is out in stores TODAY (!!!):

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865878/thebezzle

The Bezzle is a Martin Hench novel, the followup to last year's Red Team Blues – though each book in the series is designed to be read in any order, and to stand alone (RTB just came out in paperback):

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865854/redteamblues

Hench is a two-fisted, high-tech forensic accountant whose career spans 40 years of busting high-tech scams, from the earliest days of the PC to the white-hot center of the cryptocurrency bubble. Each book revolves around a single, central scam (in The Bezzle, it's the unbelievably slimy prison-tech industry):

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/14/minnesota-nice/#shitty-technology-adoption-curve

But each book also features lots of subplots that unpick different kinds of fraud. In this serialized excerpt, we get to watch Marty unwind a music royalty theft scheme, the kind of thing that Rebecca Giblin and I pulled apart in our 2022 book, Chokepoint Capitalism (also now in paperback!):

https://chokepointcapitalism.com/

Today's installment gets into one of the major tactics of any semi-respectable scam – simply ignoring the victim in the hope that they'll get tired and go away. Any of us who've been ripped off by a big company can surely relate.

I'm leaving on my tour for this one tomorrow, starting with a gig in Salt Lake City at Weller Bookworks (Feb 21) at 630PM:

https://www.wellerbookworks.com/event/store-cory-doctorow-feb-21-630-pm

From there, it's on to LA (with Adam Conover), Seattle (with Neal Stephenson) and many, many more cities – maybe one near you!

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/16/narrative-capitalism/#bezzle-tour

Here's part one of the serial:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/17/the-steve-soul-caper/#lead-singer-disease

And part two:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/19/crad-kilodney-was-an-outlier/#copyright-termination

And now, onto part three!

Stefon cooked Jamal another dinner and Jamal wrote another letter, this one more forceful, and addressed to Gounder by name. Two weeks later, Jamal wrote another letter without needing dinner because “that motherfucker went to Harvard fucking law”—­Jamal had looked him up in the ALA directory—­“and he knows you can’t make legal problems go away just by ignoring them. Time for that piece of shit to put on his big-­boy pants and be a goddamned lawyer.”

The one thing Jamal wouldn’t do was file a lawsuit. “You need a lawyer for that,” he said. “I mean, I can help you with the paperwork, but a paralegal can’t file the suit. And you shouldn’t file your own suit, either. Those guys’ll just hire some blow-dried asshole from a big law firm and they’ll crush you like a cockroach.”

“Well, shit,” Stefon said. But it all made sense. Anyone doing business with Chuy Flores would do business like Chuy Flores—­that is, crooked as hell.

“What you need is a contingency lawyer,” Jamal said. “Someone who’ll take the job for a piece of the action.” Which is how Stefon ended up being represented by Benny Caetani II, son of Benedetto Caetani, who graduated at the top of his Yale class, won a string of spectacular class-­action suits, then got disbarred after someone leaked calls where he admitted moving money from one client trust account into another to cover a shortfall. No one seriously thought that Benedetto was stealing anyone’s money—­he’d had receivables due within a week that let him make the trust account whole—­but he was also clearly guilty.

Equally, no one seriously believed that the high-­powered surveillance that led to Benedetto’s downfall was random. Benedetto had transferred more than a hundred million dollars from the balance sheets of America’s largest, dirtiest corporations—­ poison-­peddling pharma giants, toxic-­waste-­dumping chemical companies, a global chain of botox parlors with some very loose syringes indeed—­and they were gunning for him.

Officially, Benedetto was out of the lawyer game. Unofficially, he was the brains behind Benny, and the two of them ran a squeaky-­clean shop, making sure that everything that an actual lawyer had to do, Benny did—­while Benedetto did ­everything else. Father and son got along well and they were a hell of a team. When Benedetto called me in to audit Inglewood Jams’ books, I jumped at the opportunity. They were a delight to work for.

“They played tough,” Benedetto said, as his minions arranged the bankers’ boxes on the steel kitchen shelves he’d had installed on the long walls of the storefront he’d rented for me to work out of for the month. “At first. Told me they didn’t owe Stefon a dime, and that they’d rather bankrupt themselves in court than pay some broken-­down, washed-­up disco king anything. Told me his problem was with Chuy, not Inglewood Jams.”

“Well, to be fair, that Chuy guy sounds like a class-­A piece of shit.”

“A broke piece of shit. Guy’s got a million-­dollar nose and an empty bank account.”

“So you had to go after Inglewood Jams.”

Benedetto twirled around in his Aeron chair. He’d sent over a pair of them, asking if I needed more, because he had a storage locker full of them that he’d gotten as part of a settlement with a broke Santa Monica crowdsourcing company that stiffed its workers when it folded.

“I did. I went after them. That Gounder lawyer tried to bluff, then when that didn’t work, he tried to dodge service. Which was such a kindergarten move. Plus he was no good at it. Caught him outside the rub-­and-­tug parlor he went to every Friday after work. Handed him the papers. Wore a bodycam. Didn’t mention his wife. Didn’t have to.”

“You think he settled because he didn’t want his wife to find out he was getting hand jobs at a massage parlor?”

“No, he held out awhile after that. But I could see it preying on him, every time I was face-­to-­face with him. Eventually, he musta told his bosses that they were gonna lose, and so they offered a settlement. It was trash. I laughed in his face. He tossed out some better offers, but none of them even in the ballpark of what we would get in court. Finally, I told him to get serious or send his court suit out to the dry cleaner’s. That’s when he offered to make Stefon whole and pay me a little for my trouble on top of things.”

I suppressed a snort. I was sure that a little on top amounted to some real folding money.

“Even then he tried to pull a fast one, told me he’d calculate Stefon’s royalties and send a check the next week. I was like, ‘Hold up, there is no way you’re going to be able to make an honest accounting for Stefon’s royalties in a week. The dude’s samples are in hundreds of songs. The mere fact that you claimed that you could come up with a fair amount in a week tells me you were planning to pull a lowball number out of your ass and pass it off as the audited total, so tell you what, I’m gonna get the best forensic accountant in the state of California to come down here to LA and crawl all over your papers, and you are going to send him everything he needs to do it, or we’re going to court, motherfucker.”

“And he agreed?”

“Hell no. He refused. We went to a preliminary hearing. Judge turned out to be a classic soul fan. It didn’t go well for Gounder or Inglewood. The next day, he was back in my office, and now, well, here we are.”

ETA: Here's part four!

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/20/fore/#lawyer-up

#pluralistic #the bezzle #martin hench #marty hench #red team blues #fiction #crime fiction #crime thrillers #thrillers #technothrillers #novels #books #royalties #wage theft #creative labor

[livelist]

We as Queer People have a duty to understand Pink-Washing. We must see through our identities being used to perpetutate violence.

This incredible documentary by a trans Law Professor details how this works. 7 years ago, in Seattle, they successfully worked with other activists to shut down a single pink-washed event. The backlash from the Israeli state is something we all can learn from.

#Education #educational material #israel #palestine #pinkwashing #queer #dean spade #trans #gay #freepalestine #free palestine #documentary #video #Youtube

[medicaldoctordana]

Doing Science 1/3

Rated T

W/C: 3.5k+

Seattle, Washington, 2000

“Over there! That’s her!”

The ecstatic voice drifted over the crowds, over the chatter of hundreds of people crowded in the event space. A group of five pushed past the booths lining the pathway to the spotted individual at the registration table. They stopped in a little alcove, watching the tiny redhead and the tall man beside her get their lanyards and move through the crowd to chat up the stand attendant a couple of booths down.

“Are you sure?”  “Where?” “I can’t see!” Three of the five refuted the first’s claim of a sighting.

“At the registration table, I told you she would be here and I swear it’s her! I did my research!”

“Oh yeah, like you did your research on that Fish Guy.” The last of the five quipped. They were the shortest one in the group and their friends knew them as “Vee”.

“How was I supposed to know trimethylaminuria was a thing? It’s not like I’m a medical doctor.”

“Are you certain it’s her?” The voice came out sounding meek, although she was known for being the most reserved of the five individuals who had all met in an online chatroom almost a decade ago. All of them were meeting up for the third time in person and Nora had been the one to suggest the repeat meetup in the first place.

“Yes I’m sure, I have clippings of all her newspaper articles in a binder back in my room. I know it’s her because she’s always pictured by that six-foot-tall partner of hers. And he’s standing right there.”

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go talk to her!” Handsome and stout described the person speaking. He often held up the back of the line, yet was usually the first to rush forward into something.

The somebody who originally spotted her held his arm out to stop the group aiming to proceed.

“Wait, what are we going to say? ‘Hi we’re your biggest fans, will you please relate to us all your stories about the unbelievable scientific inquiries and discoveries over the past seven or more years?’ No! We can’t do that!”

“Oh! We can ask if she’s the mysterious headliner the conference hasn’t revealed yet!” Bert said, always the one to make room for the good ideas by supplying the bad ones.

“If she is, she’s probably under contract not to say anything, doofus.” The voice was ungodly angelic, even with the unearned name-calling.

“You’re right. Let’s ask her if she’s single!” Bert, once again, throwing out a bad idea.

“Are you kidding me? She’s seeing fellow online phenomenon M.F. Luder.”  Jones slapped his friend squarely on the chest, spurred by the outlandish request.

“No, I think she’s secretly dating her partner at the F.B.I. Mulder.” The tall angelic-sounding woman sneered, filled with jealousy, unsure directed at whom, though. Daphne was the bold and flirtatious one in the group. She looked and sounded like an angel but often acted like a devil.

“Really? I heard she was with some guy named George Hale Kaplan. I’ve read his theories online and they’re very astute though a little pretentious if you ask me,” Vee revealed.

“I think they’re the same person.” Nora chimed in, sometimes her wisdom was taken for granted even though it was praised in the online forums.

“You guys, they’re all the same person. I have the receipts to prove it back in my hotel room. Honestly. Marty and Fox Mantle would be proud of the level of investigation I’ve done.” Jones boasted.

“That’s just another one of your conspiracy theories, Jonesy.” Daphne was always at his throat.

“Well, either way, I’m going to go talk to her. I have so many questions about her approach to closing that case with the invisible elephant. I don’t think we ever got an explanation for that one. I’d love to know what it was like doing an autopsy on a pregnant elephant.” Vee’s scientific interest outran their friends by miles, despite that interest being the thing that brought them all together.

“You mean, necropsy,” Nora corrected.

“Right,” Vee blushed, having been wrong about something in their wheelhouse.

“I’m gonna ask about their episode of Cops. Man, that was a good one.” Bert said, redirecting the excitement.

“Don’t– I think it’s a sore subject for them,” Nora warned. “Oh, really? How would you know?” Bert cajoled.

“Because the way she said, and I quote, ‘The F.B.I. has nothing to hide.’ They definitely had something to hide and she did not seem happy about the camera crew following them around.”

They all hummed in agreement. What were they hiding?

“I wanna know about the invisible man! That was her most recent find!” Jones exclaimed in excitement.

“Yeah, I’ve got questions about her experiences with spontaneous human combustion! I can’t believe she was the one to suggest it. She’s a total skeptic!” Back in the game, Daphne zeroed in on her favorite of the two, having followed both her and her partner’s work the most out of all of them.

“Okay, gang, let’s regroup at 5 with a plan,” Jones suggested.

“But she’s here now! What if we miss our chance!” Bert worried.

“I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem, Mulder’s wearing the 3-day V.I.P. all-access pass lanyard. I’m almost certain we’ll have time.” Vee pointed out. “OMG, I’ve got it! Let’s stake out their rooms! It’ll be like our very own X-File! We’ll be like one of them!” Daphne bounced in place, hitting all her friends in excitement.

“Oh, I like the way you think, Daph. Let’s go!” Jones pushed them out of the alcove to stealthily follow the pair around the corner of the event space.

 A few hours earlier

“Mulder, care to tell me why you happened to find a bum case in this city the exact same weekend as the biggest unexplained phenomenon symposium the U.S. has ever seen? I’m getting flashbacks to that time you dragged me to Minneapolis just for that football game.”

“Come on, Scully. Do you really think I’d make you pack a bag and hop on a plane last minute just to induce subterfuge onto you by misleading you into attending a scientific research conference in the great state of Washington? Not to be confused with our Washington?” “Yes, Mulder. That’s exactly what I think you’d do.” “I hear they have great apples here.”

“Mulder,” she was taking that tone with him again. The one that said she disapproved of his methods but secretly enjoyed the results.

“It will be fun, Scully. There’s a presentation on the true turn of the millennium that I think you’ll enjoy. It’s part of their mathematical theory track– you go to that one while I attend the talk on Fibonacci sequences evident in space.” “You’re not leaving me alone in there, Mulder.” “So you’ll go?”

“We’re already here,” she sighed, “I saw the sign when we passed by the space needle. We’re on Seventh and Pike, we might as well stop by before we head back to the airport.”

“Oh come, on, Scully. It’s a beautiful weekend, the sun’s supposed to be out– which is apparently rare as opposed to the usual overcast– and the flight home is six hours. Do you really want to spend all day in a cramped little airplane? Let’s stay and make a quick little vacation out of it.”

“Mulder,” There was that tone again. “You know that’s not my idea of a vacation.”

They drove under the arches of the convention center and into the parking garage.

“Please? I’ll book the hotel on my own personal dime, I’ll even make sure they have a nice soaker tub for you.” Scully eyed her partner from the passenger seat of their rented Ford Taurus. “You already booked the hotel didn’t you?”

They got out of the car and met at the trunk to lock up their F.B.I.-issued weapons and badges.

Mulder rolled his eyes coquettishly, he didn’t want to use his last bit of ammo unless he had to. It seemed like he had to. “I’m– I’m booked as a guest speaker on Sunday.” It was Friday morning. He rubbed the back of his neck and hung his head in shame. Albeit it was a boyish ‘I’m not sorry I manipulated you’ shame.

“Mulder!” Scully took on a defensive posture, hands on her hips and stopping her little feet.

“Scully! They reached out to me! How could I say no?”

“What on earth could you possibly be presenting on?”

“Our work, the X-Files, documented cases of inexplicable phenomenon acted out here in the states.”

“Mulder, our work is classified. You can’t share those documents.” “Not all of it, Scully. Plus I ran it by Skinner and he gave me the go-ahead to share certain details of certain cases.” “Skinner knew about this!? Mulder! I’m going to shoot you! Then him! And maybe you again!”

“Come on, Scully. It will be fun, I promise.” Mulder pulled on the blazer at her elbow, after all they’d been through, he wanted to see her let loose just once. The gunmen had related that time they’d tricked her to Vegas and he was sorely upset he missed out on those shenanigans.

“I swear, Mulder…” Scully left the threat empty as they made it to the entrance of the convention center.

She regretted giving in the second they walked through the door.

“Mulder, is that–?”

“Someone dressed in cosplay as Flukeman? Yeah, it appears so.”

They stood in silence as they watched a fairly accurate rendition of the sewer creature walk by and high-five a young teen dressed as what could only be assumed to be Mothman.

“Mulder.” Scully fumed.

“I know, I know. You’re going to shoot me. Good thing you didn’t pack that extra clip, I have a feeling you’re going to want it.” Mulder placed his hand on her back and pushed her through the main lobby. 

“How do they even know what the Flukeman looks like? Mulder, we never got photos.”

“There was a quite creative artist rendering in that year’s edition of The Informer– that’s probably also why that guy there looks just like–” “Eddie Van Blundht– Mulder,” Scully took that tone once again.

“Can we cool it with the death threats? The conference is three days Scully. Okay? I get it. You’ll kill me, this is unforgivable, I’ll never see the light of day again.”

They walked by a couple’s costume of Nessie; like the front and back halves of a Halloween store’s cow. She was speechless.

It was a good thing he was leading her through the throng of people because all she could do was stare at the crazy people in costumes and ufo-related paraphernalia, itching to backpedal and get out of there as fast as the laws of physics would allow. There were so many tin foil hats.

“Mulder! That bigfoot has breasts! Huge, massive, breasts!!”

“Yeah? So? And there’s the Jersey Devil. They look just like those drawings I showed you back in ‘93.”

“How– How do they know so much about our cases, Mulder?”

“Oh, I think Mr. George Hale Kaplan might have had a thing or two do to about it.”

Scully stopped him short, looking at him for what felt like the first time since they arrived in her own personal hell. “Are you saying you leaked our files online, Mulder?”

“Is it really leaking if you’re making a statement about the absurdity of the government’s control of information that the public needs to be aware of? You remember how Watergate turned out for Nixon. You know how much I support the Freedom of Information Act, Scully. This shouldn’t be news to you.”

“And here I thought your relationship with Karin Berquist was unethical.”

“Oh, that reminds me, they’re doing a tribute to her at the lycanthrope panel at 2 today. I want to stop by if we have time. Let’s get registered and scope out the booths before we get checked into our room upstairs.”

“Mulder, I’m–”

“Going to kill you,” they said in unison.

~

“Okay, I’ve got it all mapped out,” Vee addressed their huddled group just before the final event of the night. “They’re checked into room 402–”

“Both of them?” Jones clarified.

“Yes,” Vee confirmed before being interrupted by Daphne.

“See! I told you they were sleeping together!”

“Yeah, yeah, big deal.”

“Hey, good thing we’re booked for rooms 401 and 403. It’s like it’s fate or something.” Bert said spaced out from the doobie he and Nora had smoked earlier– for their anxiety.

“Totally, Bert. So I bribed the registration attendant and got a copy of their itinerary. We can go to all the same panels they do and gather some info before the big event on Sunday where we can ask our questions. We’ll take the next day to come up with what we want to ask then vet them tomorrow night to pick the best ones.”

“You’re so smart, Vee.” Nora looked at her friend dreamily, she was deliriously happy they all entered that fateful Skeptics and Believers forum chat all those years ago. Truly, the entire forum was dedicated to the work of those two F.B.I. agents. She remembered the turmoil and fear that permeated through the community when their office burned and the unit was shut down. It never made the news, but it was evident from the emotion in Luder’s depressed soliloquies posted on the S&B forum.

“I can’t wait to meet the enigmatic Doctor, Dana Scully,” Daphne gushed, “And Mulder sounds so dreamy from the way he writes his posts.”

“He seems like a big dork to me,” Jones said, “honestly her too. The way he describes her knowledge of certain topics… They both kind of seem a little freaky-deaky to me.” Jones didn’t get the attraction to the people that Daphne, Bert, and Nora seemed to bond over. Like Vee, he was more interested in the science and nature of it all.

“Yeah, but dorks are sexy as hell, Jonesy,” Daphne retorted,  “I mean, that’s why we’re all together, isn’t it?”

“Cool it, you two. We’re not here to fight about that right now. We can all agree, they’re both hot, but it’s their minds that we’re after right now.”

“You’re right, Vee. ‘Nothing happens in contradiction to nature, only in contradiction to what we know if it’” Nora was known to quote those two– how she got some of those quotes, they weren’t sure, but they assumed it had something to do with her Uncle that worked at F.B.I. headquarters with them.

“That– That’s not relevant, Nora.” Vee grabbed their friend’s hand, knowing she was still a little out of it.

“I know, I just think it’s a beautiful sentiment.” Nora smiled at her friend then snuggled up to Daphne’s side.

“I think they’re heading up to their room! Let’s go!” Jones jumped out of his seat and pulled Bert along with him.

The five of them raced up the stairs, hoping to see them depart from the elevator to their floor.

They made it just in time for the doors to open and for Scully to walk out talking to her partner.

“I can’t believe you made me sit through that entire presentation on Lightning Boy. Mulder, I was there.”

“Yeah, but wasn’t it interesting how they connected the effects of electrostatic energy to dark matter and spontaneous human combustion?”

“Mulder, you know very well there are so few documented cases of spontaneous human combustion.” “Yeah, Scully, I do know. You documented one of those cases.”

“Ugh, I wish I didn’t! I’m still doubting whether it was or not! There were plenty of avenues we left unexplored that could have very well explained what happened. And I still believe the case in Mississippi was due to weather. You know, actual, real, natural lighting.”

“Or, it was spontaneous human combustion caused by a drastic increase of electrostatic energy conducted through a person–”

“It’s entirely implausible that a man– a human man had the ability to snap fire from his fingertips, Mulder!”

The overheard conversation cut off as they walked through their room together. His hand was low on her back and the gang desperately wished they had the rooms next to the agents rather than across from them.

Inside the room, however, the conversation dwindled off as Scully pulled her travel silk pajama set from her bag.

“You’re bringing me coffee and continental breakfast in bed tomorrow, Mulder. And don’t wake me before seven.”

“Wanna curl up like little baby cats tonight?” Mulder asked as he stripped down to his boxers.

A pillow was thrown at him and a scowl graced his partner’s usually stoic features. She was so cute when she was angry.

“You’re lucky I’m letting you sleep in the bed at all, Mulder.”

“Come, on Scully. Let me make it up to you?”

“Oh, you have a Titan Krios hidden in your pants?”

“No, but I have something else you can put under your scope.”

Scully laughed, her anger not serious at being dragged unwillingly to what was practically a UFO convention.

“Mulder, I don’t need a microscope to see what’s in your pants.”

“No, thankfully macroscope will do.” Mulder crawled on the bed to his partner. This thing between them was new, the sexual part anyway. Sharing beds had become his best comfort, and sharing her bed had become his best pleasure.

~

“Why did you drag me down here, Mulder? Our first session doesn’t start for another 45 minutes and I was really enjoying the king-sized bed all to myself.” “There’s a meeting group I wanted to bring you to. Come on, it’s just down the hall here.” The sign outside the room said “Skeptics & Believers Online In-Person Meet-up”

Scully mocked the oxymoron in the ad.

“How is it both online and in-person? Why are we here?”

Mulder pushed her through the door encouragingly.

“The online forum is where I post some of our best work– under a pseudonym of course. This is the in-person meetup for those active in the forum, Scully. There’s no need to feign dense. I know how smart you are, and let me tell you. These people will appreciate it too.”

Mulder had scoped out the space before bringing up her breakfast that morning. With an orange juice in hand, he had chatted up QueenAnne1939 whose name was indeed not Anne at all but rather referenced the same British cruiseliner that Mulder was rescued from in 1998.

He had chatted up BigBadGoatSucker, TheGreatMutato42, VampireSherriff, and a few other users he was in contact with and promised he’d bring his partner down to meet a few of them.

To his surprise, everyone in the room had asked about her. He had no idea Dana Scully had such notoriety in a forum she had no idea even existed. Maybe he had gushed a little too much in his recounts of their kookiest cases. It seemed like they were a thousand times more interested in her than him, and it took a big hit to his ego. But no matter how he felt, he wanted Dana Scully to feel special. So he brought her into a room full of other Scully fanatics.

When Scully walked in, everyone began to whisper in hushed tones.

“Mulder?” Scully questioned her partner. “Why are they looking at me like I’m a little grey man?”

“Thank you for referring to the proper color of reptilian skin,” a person with a round face and glasses said as they approached the pair.

“Uh,” Scully stood at a loss for words.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Dr. Scully. I’m Carter Bowman, the creator of the online forum, Skeptics & Believers. I began the forum in 1993 with the goal of uniting scientists and phenomena trackers to discuss the implications of unnatural occurrences and their very plausible explanations. Many of our users rely heavily on the work of you and your partner on The X-Files and we commend your dedication to finding the truth behind the often inexplicable events. Your paper on hallucinogenic mushroom organisms and the powerful effects of psychedelics on the mind is laminated in my office at the NIH.”

“Um, thank you?” Scully hesitantly took the hand outstretched to her to shake. “I’m sorry,” she shook her head, “You work for the NIH?”

Carter nodded their head, “Yes, indeed, many of us here hold highly esteemed positions at prestigious universities and organizations. Kim over there heads the international health research division at the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation,” Carter pointed to a scruffy-looking woman in the corner of the room. “She’s speaking to Morgan, who’s come all the way from Wiltshire and works on the Stonehedge preservation project. There are a few professors in attendance from top universities in the U.S. as well as Canada. Honestly, we have quite the crowd here.”

“I can see that, I- I had no idea. I have no idea what to say. Ah, thank you.”

“It’s a lot to take in,” Mulder finally chimed in, “She’s new to the whole internet stardom thing. I’m sure she’ll return to her chatty self after the presentations today.”

“So we’ll see you at the mixer tonight, then? It’s at 9 in the bar across the street.”

“Oh we’ll be there,” Scully said, perked up at the thought of alcohol. She was going to need lots and lots of alcohol to forget all about this. And she might have a good opportunity to kill Mulder then too.

He escorted his stunned partner out of the room and onto their first presentation of the day.

Intersections of Necromancy and Religion; Examples of Raising the Dead in Connection to Various Sects of Faith – Special Showing of Clips from New Movie: "The Lazurus Bowl" Featuring Interviews with the Director and Cast!

Yeah, lots and lots and lots of alcohol.

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