#hey guys i wanna BE brennan

[fiapartridge]

catching fire au | the underdog

jack hughes x hockey!player

summary: training camp

warning(s): cursing, jack's an asshole!!

a/n: send in some asks for the au <3 i kinda hate this, but hey im done w/ college apps and am ready to write woo

taglist (send in an ask or dm me if u wanna be on the taglist for this au!): @hockeyboysarehot

THERE’S A REASON no one takes a chance on the underdog. “She’s not fast enough, she’s not strong enough, she’ll get hurt.” But they don’t know Riley Dell. No one knew Riley Dell; of her capabilities, her strengths, her weaknesses. 

But this year, she was going to make a name of herself—no matter what, or who, stood in her way. 

SECT. I: TRAINING CAMP.

Media day was a living hell. The interviews consisted of the same tasteless questions: “How do you feel being the first female player in the NHL?” and “How are you going to measure up to the physicality of the other players in the league?” While everyone else was getting questions about their actual gameplay; how they’ll navigate their weaknesses and hone in on their strengths, Riley was getting compared to every single player imaginable.

And the pictures and videos weren’t any better. The photographers suggested that she layed off on the gloves and stick and instead held makeup—fucking makeup. Why the the fuck would she be holding a mascara wand on the ice? The entire day felt pointless. Not a single person took her seriously, and if she called them out, they would accuse her of complaining. She already got the “privilege” of being drafted, and now she wants to complain? Doesn’t look too great. 

The day after, everyone hit the ice for actual training. Finally, a time where she could prove that she deserved to be there; that she earned her spot; that Riley Dell was a force to be reckoned with.

The training camp roster was split into three groups: A, B, and C. Throughout the weekend, the groups were to scrimmage, playing each team once. Group A was the one to keep your eye on. The goaltenders consisted of Tyler Brennan and Vitek Vanecek; defenseman being Brendan Smith, Colin Miller, Luke Hughes, Cal Foote, Michael Vukojevic, Kevin Bahl, and Joe Gambardella; and forwards being Tyce Thompson, Michael McLeod, Curtis Lazar, Max Willman, Jesper Bratt, Tyler Toffoli, Flip Engras, Tomas Nosek, Jack Hughes, and Riley Dell.

“Lindy fucking hates us,” Jack groaned upon seeing Riley tying her laces on the bench as groups A and B skated around the practice facility, getting ready to battle in their first scrimmage of the training camp. “That’s why he gave us Riley, right? To get back at us for not winning in the playoffs.”

Luke skated around his older brother, watching as Jack eyes Riley. “I don’t know why you hate her so much. She hasn’t even stepped foot on the ice yet, Jacky.”

“It’s more than the ice, Luke,” Jack turned to the younger boy, annoyance laced in his voice. “Once she joins the team, the entire dynamic will be off. What will happen to the locker room, Luke, or what will happen when we celebrate our wins? Is she gonna come to the bars with us? It’s stupid, Luke.”

“It’s one girl, Jack. The locker room will be fine, and what’s wrong with her coming to the bars? If anything’s stupid, it’s you, man,” Luke scoffed. “Now come on, being an asshole isn’t gonna win us this game,” Luke said, skating towards the rest of the team.

Once Riley’s laces were tired, she jetted off towards the ice, landing in front of their star player. “Hi, I’m Riley. You must be Jack,” she smiled softly, hand out for him to shake, but when he never stuck out his, she retracted it quickly. “So, I heard you had a career-high last season. Sounds like a dream.”

“Yeah,” Jack grumbled, skating beside her. 

“Um,” Riley bit her cheek, thinking up things to say. Jack wasn’t much of a conversationalist, she thought. “Are you more of a toe-to-heel guy or heel-to-toe?”

Tired of hearing her voice, Jack spun around, stopping Riley in her tracks. “I don’t care that you got drafted to this team. Fitzgerald, and Lindy, and everyone else in this organization are going to realize they made a mistake and send you back to wherever you came from.” Venom pricked his tongue as the words smacked Riley one by one. Even the team didn’t like her. Driving his shoulder into hers, Jack watched her face turn from shock to complete anger. “Hope you didn’t unpack your bags, rookie.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Riley stood there, unmoveable. She wasn’t going to cry. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction, prove everything he assumed about her. She wasn’t going to let him win. Closing her eyes, she breathed in, out, and thought about every way she could make Jack Hughes’ life a living hell. Dramatic, but who knew there were real devils on this team?

“Nice job out there, Dell,” Nico smiled at Riley, nudging her shoulder as they bounded into the locker room. “Don’t worry about Hughesy, he’s a softie once you get to know him.”

“If he ever gives me the chance to know him,” Riley sighed. 

The game was a total train-wreck. I mean, their team won, but Riley was practically fighting for her life out there. Every single time she made it on the ice, Jack smashed her into the boards, or stole the puck from her, or never gave her the puck at all. His hate was evident and the entire team, not just team A but the entire Devils organization, could see it. How were they supposed to play an entire season together, when they could barely play one scrimmage?

“Don’t let that asshole win, Ri,” Luke stumbled into the conversation, placing his gear down by hers. Luke’s been playing with Riley for the past two years at the University of Michigan, and while they lost against Quinnipiac at the Frozen Four semifinals and Luke immediately left for the Devils after, their bond never deterred. Coming to the Devils felt like coming home (if home consisted of an egotistical jerk and a sexist media team).

Shaking her head, Riley held her practice jersey in her hands. “Promise me, that’ll be the last thing I do.”

#catching fire au #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader

[18catsreading]

Buddy: I heard that these high school parties in Solace were wild, but whew, this is really wild!

Fabian: it's a new year and it's a new era.

Buddy: so your father got this house from theft.

Fabian: mm, well ...

Adaine: he was a privateer.

Fabian: no, no we don't say that anymore. We had a big fight.

Adaine: oh

Fabian: he was a pivate. He killed and murdered lots of people. Um. But I guess this ship was his.

Buddy: well, I know in my heart that in his final moments, he must have repented and gone--

Fabian: no. No. He's in hell now

Buddy: no!

Fabian: fighting the Devil himself.

Buddy: no don't say that about your --

Fabian: no, I've visited him.

Adaine: oh he's so happy there. He would not like it in Heaven.

Fabian: yes, he actually really likes it there. he got a third arm.

Adaine: his boat is made of a dragon. It's rad.

Fabian: you should go to hell sometime. I mean, I know you don't want to, but it's fun.

Buddy: so, I'm gonna give this milk back.

Fabian: are you sure?

Buddy: yea

Fabian: well, if you choose to be a bad baby--

Adaine: I'll take it

Fabian: yes

Siobhan: I'm double fisting bad baby milk

Fabian: we got a whole year for you to decide you wanna be a bad baby

Buddy: no, if I was gonna be a baby, I would want to be a baby that walks in the light of the corn God.

Fabian: oh that's so -- you know, our friend Kristen was a big cornhead when we met. I mean I guess that's rude to say. Was a big follower of Helio when we first met her.

Buddy: she was the chosen one

Fabian: yea

Adaine: sure

Buddy: she was chosen by Helio.

Adaine: who's the chosen one now? You're the chosen one?

Fabian: are you the chosen one?

Adaine: Are you the chosen one now? [Still double fisting milk and vodka]

Brennan: here, you see he gets kinda somber and he always [as Buddy]: well that's not really how it works. When Kristen left the church we lost our chosen one.

Adaine: oh

Fabian: mm

Buddy: how's things working out with her new God, though?

Adaine: oh my God, her new God is, like, rad

Fabian: so sick

Adaine: so sick, so many people love her

Fabian: yea, I follow--

Adaine: and they get on really well

Fabian: yea they have awesome -- there's this guy that they hang out with named Craig.

Adaine: oh that guy rules

Fabian: Craig is a firecracker

Adaine: and okay, like Helio chose her, but she chose Cassandra. And like, that's--

Fabian: yes

Adaine: -- important

Ally: I'm crying

Fabian: so you know, it's awesome. It's awesome.

Adaine: yea

Buddy: well, that's lovely. Is Kristen around somewhere? I mean, other than right here? Hi, Kristen. [Gestures to Fig, who is disguised as Kristen]

Emily: oh! I forgot I was here. [As Fig pretending to be Kristen]: uh, I'm glad you said all of those true things about me.

Fabian: of course

Fig/"Kristen": I'm gonna go do another shrimp jump.

Fabian: yes, hold it down!

Ally: another shrimp jump?!

Buddy: you're gonna do another shrimp jump? It can't possibly be as good as the first.

Fabian: oh, you'll see about that

Adaine: oh we'll see about that

Buddy: it can't possibly be as good as the first!

Riz: you're right it can't possibly be as good as the first, that's true

Buddy: okay

Riz: maybe just --

Buddy: okay! Hey everybody, we're about to see another shrimp jump! Here we go!

Fabian: rack em up! Rack em up! Rack em up!

Fig: hangman, I need you to move that fiery tartar sauce to light the ramp on fire so we can't do this, okay?

Hangman: you need me to burn the ramp so that it is unusable?

Fig: yea

Hangman: very well

Brennan: you see that the hangman says "ah, I'm going to put my shrimp costume back on" and then goes around a hedge and emerges in hell hound form. And you see that Buddy goes [as Buddy]: oh my God! A servant of the devil! [As Brennan]: And you see that he says [as the Hangman]: go fuck yourself! [As Brennan]: and then rushed off and breathes fire all over the ramp and sets fire to it

*whole group exclaims dramatically* oh shit!

Gorgug: smells good

Brennan: yea all that butter

#brennan lee mulligan #dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #ep 6 party politics #siobhan thompson #lou wilson #ally beardsley #zac oyama #emily axford #brian murphy

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH SOPHOMORE YEAR!!!🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Sophomore Year"

Episode 5 "Leviathan Rock City"

Timestamp: 49:50

Video Length: 2min. & 35sec.

Brennan: I love making mysteries for you guys, because it's like "Hey, we're going to a forest. This, also a forest." 😂😂

Ally: Can I look for anything Nightmare-ADJACENT?! 😂😂

Lou: We're looking for nightmare-adjacent things 😂🤣

Ally: This could all be over soon (it's only Episode 5 😂🤣💀)

Murph: It's like trying to solve a murder by trying to solve a different murder. It's like, "You know what? A lot of people get killed in Chicago. We should go to Chicago. But they died in Seattle. But, murder"! 😂😂🤣🤣

Brennan: But think about it. Solving this Rubik's cube. Rubik's cube, colors, colors, this box of crayons.

Emily: I genuinely just wanna see some cool trees 😂😂 Can we just like watch the Clairvoyance orb like it's Netflix? 😂😂😂😂

They're SO WACK! I SWEAR!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THOUGH!!! 😂😂🤣🤣💖💖

#dimension 20 #dimension20 #blog #fantasy high #fantasy high sophmore year #Leviathan Rock City #Fantasy High Leviathan Rock City #Fantasy High Episode 5 #Fantasy High Sophomore Year Episode 5 #fantasy high scene #fantasy high sophomore year scene #dimension20 scene #brennan lee mulligan #brian murphy #murph #kristen #kristen applebees #ally beardsley #riz gukgak #fig faeth #figueroth faeth #BUT WE'RE GOING TO A SCARY FOREST AND THIS IS A SCARY FOREST! #IT ALL ADDS UP! #THIS COULD BE THE ACTUAL NIGHTMARE FOREST! #😂😂🤣🤣💀💀 #Leviathan #Alistair Ash

[halevren]

FHJY Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 9

i got a new job and I felt sick last night so. I'm watching this very late. it has been tough avoiding spoilers but I Have Done So

TTTAKING OVER TEENAGE REBELLION

hiiii one and all!!! hii intrepid heroes!!!!

i have been told stuff happens this episode. I'm so excited

"You're mad we're not doing drugs."

"I think this might be gorgug's worst day of his life."

so much happened last episode

totally healthy adult activity.

VULTURE

THE SPELL-LESS KRISTEN APPLEBEES 😭😭

THE VULTURE DIMENSION

I love the projections

DOMINATE MONSTER NO LONGER EFFECTING RIZ

THE VULTURE KING

I think Brennan is loving being the vulture king

NAT 20 FOR FABIAN

"IT'S THE VULTURE KING YOU HAVE TO KISS HIM!"

"One answer and it's Riz."

"I'm so glad I died on that battlefield."

A crisp 500 dollar bill

I love this so much

This is so silly

THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS

"Hey, I'll kill you, you fucker." "kiss him!"

VULTURES YAY OR NAY?

"Can you bring his parents up here—" "NO."

"Feels like five"

"You wanna be in our crew?"

Kristen is really trying to get her friends to romance the vultures.

"Are you a God of some kind?" "I don't mind man."

This season is just Brennan breaking the PCs

oh good god

MAGIC ITEMS!

"Summons 1d4 vultures, they are not under your command."

no bring us back to the vulture dimension im obsessed with it

fireball

18 damage 😭😭😭

"I'm going to think about that for days."

FIRST STRIKE HITS REAL ONE

"get out of my yard."

(Brennan rolling too many dice.)

the little fireball that could!

THE ROMAN CANDLE YOU SHOT AT THE BIG BAD

THE BALL GAVE FABIAN ADVANTAGE

Concentration lost 🔥🔥🔥

is Ruben only able to give bardic

BRENNAN NAT 20

what are we making dex saves for.

ZERO DEX SAVE. KRISTEN.

"I'm dead from shame."

ADAINE DOWN? NOOOO

29!!

So many dice for Fabian

"Don't worry I got the ones out guys" Emily 😭😭😭

"I'm actually a huge fan."

so now that grix is destroyed does that mean there's no principal?

Ruben's frantically calling for Wanda

"I'm real right?"

"What happened? I was taking a shit."

"Do you have a warrant? Do you have a fucking warrant?"

Adaine is still dead on the ground

THE IDENTIFY SPELL

grix is untampered with

I miss ayda

29 investigation 🔥

GLOWING STINGERS? GROWING RED? LIKE THE SYNOD?

24 points glowing red

Rage connection!!

"Can we get some hot sauce before we leave?"

HE ATE THE VULTURE FOR NOTHING

"Found another glass of water"

Fabian finally getting his kisses in.

Nat 20 history rat check

SEXY RAT

"You know thats triggering for me!"

Rat stores

"There's not a rat world under the school."

Rat World!!!

BabyBojörn

oh god fig gave Fabian a bardic

sexuality inclusivity for cassandra!

aww..... fabian took bardic from fig earlier...

"You are. Cursed."

RIZ NAT 20!!!!

NOOO YOLANDA

Force damage...

Three hours????

ah yes another use of the identity spell!

"You could multi class into wizard!" "Yeah, add it to the fuckin' pile."

AN UNHOLY LAST RITES

NOOO YOLANDA

There's something under the tree?? glyth???

LUCY FROSTBLADE DEAD BODY

I think Fig's bad luck is genuinely effecting Emily too with all these bad rolls 😭😭😭😭

Did.... Did the rat grinders kill Lucy???????

let adaine use the diamonds. finders keepers

divine intervention........

Kristen will have to work so hard to get cassandra back

spies tongue curse???

"Call an adult?"

"You were such a good teacher, I'm sorry I just got a C..." 😭😭

THIS IS SO HEARTBREAKING!!!

LUCY AND YOLANDA'S SOULS HELD HANDS BEFORE GOING TO HEAVEN. ACTUALLY CRYING

BUD CUBBY THE REALEST EVER

FIG NAT 20

level of exhaustion :(

elmville police departments always on fire

"David..."

AGENT CLARK?!?!?!?

did he just take the dirt like a line of drugs?

one becomes a 10 which becomes a 19

*head in hands* "is it okay if I ask you about your case, mom?"

"So I'm unbelievably wealthy. And me and my friends just discovered the site of a double homicide. So....."

Group IV time, or group shock therapy.

Gorgug putting barbarian first

HE'S DOING ARTIFICER SPELLS WHILE RAGING!!!

"We need a word."

Gorgug talking to Porter is so funny

ok. wait this is actually kinda sweet between Porter and Gorgug

"I feel lucky to have you in my class." 😭😭😭😭

MCAT SIGNED!!!

The Last Stand exam?

KRISTEN MIGHT PASS FAIL?

oh god. 4 stress tokens

I wonder if the intrepid heroes are aware of the 5 stress token

"I'm in a lot of school."

Gorgug looking into building a time machine real as hell

Oh my god gorgug is still on the owlbears

"Okay I think I have to lie down."

I'm going to fight the wizard teacher

"I love my life. Everything is perfect."

"... YOU'RE WORKING?"

AELWYN LONELY ARK

10 CATS??

aelwyn and adaine bonding 😭😭

AELWYN IS WORKING FOR KIPPERLILLY COPPERHEAD???

I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE

#fhjy spoilers #fantasy high junior year spoilers #spoilers #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #d20 fantasy high #dimension 20 fantasy high #fantasy high junior year

[marlinspirkhall]

(Hey, Brennan? Wanna go shirt shopping?)

I'm gonna kill that dog

I've got plenty damage on my d10

I'm not looking for redemption

I am all the bad guys

#brennan lee mulligan #dimension 20 #Thrift Shop by Macklemore

[caffieneaddictt18]

Outta Pocket

"As you guys leave town, you see a woman in what appears to be red silks with various blades strapped to different parts of her body, holding a man above the River of Souls. A river, which you all know, is famous for killing whoever is dropped into it." Brennan describes the scene.

"I would like to roll an Insight check." Siobhan/Maiko the Kitsune Rogue spoke, holding up her d20 die.

"Ok. Go ahead and make an Insight check for me," Brennan says.

A clattering of die on table is softly heard through the dome and Siobhan's cringe is seen. "A 3?"

"Yep. Everything seems normal. This is fine. But this is the River of Souls, and scary lady is wearing a bunch of very sharp knives, so you begin to question whether this guy is okay."

"Okay. I want to slowly approach and kind of listen in."

"Alright, make a Stealth check for me."

"A 16."

"You are hidden in trees and can only be seen if someone really tries to find you. You could hear the Kings messenger on the way out of town, of course, so he is louder than before, and you can kind of hear what the stranger is saying." Brennan narrates what conditions Maiko is in.

"'PUH-PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! THE KING OF REGALIA ONLY MEAN TO SEND YOU A MESSAGE!' The messenger is going to make another charisma-saving throw..." Brennan rolls a d20 die behind his curtain, "'You know the saying: 'Don't kill the messenger!' And he begins to relax as he is then set upon solid ground by the stranger in red."

"I turn to leave and tell everyone what is going on." Siobhan as Maiko narrates what she does now.

"Great! Now, what happens next?" Brennan looks at you.

"I want to give him this false sense of security and just brush at his shoulders, kind of like superheroes do when they dangle someone over a roof and bring them back up just to do that and then dip out, but I want to say... 'I do believe in killing the messenger. You know why? Because it sends a message.' And then push him into the River of Souls." And a small pause ensues where everyone is looking at you in shock.

"Whoa..." Emily/Anabella the Human Bard says, looking at you, then Brennan, then back at you.

"THAT IS THE HARDEST SHIT I HAVE EVER HEARD." Lou/Oswaldo the Half-Elf Cleric slaps the table while everyone just looks at you in amazement.

"Okay! Hey, Y/N! Wanna introduce your character to the party?"

"Hey guys. I'm Ivy. I am a Blood Hunter Tiefling. I was originally a mercenary for hire but now I am a wandering traveler just trying to right the wrongs of society. In the most violent way possible." You introduce yourself to the group.

What a fun beginning to a DnD campaign.

______________________________________________________________

No because why have I thought to start a campaign and use this as my opening line? Any-who, I have a LOT of drafts and a load of writers' block to get over, so I may be posting quite a few times. Have a great night! Bye!

#d20 #dimension20 #dnd #brennan lee mulligan #emily axford #lou wilson #reader #xreader #x reader #nerd reader #nerd!reader #caffies

[zizzlekwum]

Stranger In A Not-So-Strange Land

Masterlist

CHAPTER THREE

You work a case with Booth and Dr. Brennan, resulting in you and Dr. Brennan getting kidnapped by the Grave Digger. The BAU has to work with Booth to save you. Follows the events of Bones Season 2 Episode 9 “Aliens In A Spaceship.”

Trigger Warnings: mentions of blood

Word Count: 6,512

Tag List: @leftoverenvy @itsmeanobody @ctrljuls @theclassicgaycousin [if you want to be added to the tag list, please comment or send me an ask]

You’re at your desk at the BAU, researching crime statistics, when your phone rings. You flip it open and put it to your ear without checking the caller ID. “Y/L/N,” you say.

“It’s me,” Booth says over the other line, causing you to sit up. “You guys have a case right now?”

You shake your head, then remember you’re talking on the phone and he can’t see you. “Nah, I’m just sitting at my desk at Quantico. Why? What’s up?”

“We have a case,” he says. “You wanna meet me and Bones at the scene?”

“Absolutely, I have nothing else going on,” you say, standing and grabbing your backpack. “Let me just let Hotch know that I’m going to be doing a case with you guys. Send me the address.”

“You got it,” Booth responds. “See you soon.”

You hang up the phone and slip it back into your pocket as you head up the stairs to Hotch’s office. The door is open, but you still stop at the threshold and knock before entering.

“Hey Hotch, Booth has a case. I’m gonna go work it with them,” you tell him.

Hotch nods. “I’ll let you know if anything comes up in the meantime.”

You thank him and back out of the office, heading to the elevator. The drive to D.C. takes a little less than an hour, and by the time you pull up to the crime scene, you see Booth’s SUV already parked. You park and exit your vehicle, walking through the bushes and ducking under the yellow crime scene tape to meet up with Booth and Dr. Brennan. They’re talking to an officer.

“…superiors say to let you look at the flying saucer,” the officer is saying.

You choke back a laugh. “I can already tell you it’s not a flying saucer.” You nod to Booth and Brennan and introduce yourself to the officer. “Agent Y/L/N.”

“It sure looks like a flying saucer,” the officer says, turning to lead you to the alleged UFO. “Local kids dirtbiking, see something shiny poking from the dirt. They dig it out, look in the window, and see aliens..

“Did you look?” Brennan asks skeptically.

The officer nods. “Yes, ma’am, then called for backup.”

“Uh, why?” Booth asks.

“On account of, well, they are aliens.”

You share a look of disbelief with Booth and Brennan as you walk up to examine the strange, halfway-buried pod in the ground. Brennan bends down to look through the window first. “You guys wanna take a look?”

“Definitely,” you say, taking her place. Peering through the dirty window, you see two partially-mummified bodies. You move aside for Booth to have a chance to see.

He bends down. “Oh… are those what I think they are?”

You snort. “They’re not aliens, Booth.”

“She’s correct,” Brennan says. “They’re two adolescent human males.”

“How long?” Booth asks, moving over so Brennan can look through the window with him.

“The amount of dehydrated tissue suggests the tank is sealed and intact,” Dr. Brennan explains, then pauses. “Years, I’d say.”

Booth shakes his head. “Man. Two kids, huh? I liked it better when they were aliens.”

They both stand, turning toward one another. “I’m going to need the bodies sent to the Jeffersonian,” Brennan tells Booth, who nods.

“Got it. I’ll meet you guys there,” you say, turning to head back to your car.

* * * * *

Less than two hours later, the two mummified remains are laid out on the examination table inside the Jeffersonian lab. Zack and Dr. Brennan begin examining them as you observe.

“One set of remains shows trauma to the legs— compound fractures,” Zack reports to Brennan, “and his pelvis is broken in three places. The other is virtually untouched.”

“Cause of death?” Brennan asks, putting her hands on her hips.

“The amount of blood suggests at least one of them bled out,” Zack says. “Probably the one with the injuries. I’ve also noticed a constellation of identical non-metric variants. Extra foramina.”

“Identical,” you repeat. “Does that mean—”

“They were twins, right?” Booth interrupts. You, Zack, and Brennan turn to see him walking up the stairs to you.

“How did you know?” Brennan asks.

Booth holds up a picture of two identical teenagers with their arms around each other, each dressed in what appears to be a green soccer jersey. “Matthew and Ryan Kent. Kidnapped October 31, 2001. No one has seen ‘em since.”

“Probably because they’ve been buried this whole time,” you say as Booth hands the picture to Dr. Brennan.

“Typically I don’t like to make assumptions, but considering the circumstances, I’m inclined to agree,” Brennan responds, examining the picture. “We can match their dental records to be certain.”

Soon enough, you all get the confirmation that the remains are indeed those of Matthew and Ryan Kent, so you accompany Booth and Brennan to the DC FBI office to meet with the agent assigned to their kidnapping case, Special Agent Peter Sanders. You sit next to Dr. Brennan across from Agent Sanders and Kim Kurland, the AUSA assigned to the case.

Brennan slides a picture over to Sanders. “The remains in the beer vat have been positively identified at Matthew and Ryan Kent.”

“Oh God,” Sanders says, rubbing his face as he shakes his head.

“Come on, Peter,” Kim says, “It’s better than never knowing.”

“Agent Sanders, you were assigned to the Kent kidnapping?” Brennan asks.

“Uh, Mr. Sanders,” Sanders corrects her. “I, uh… retired from the FBI to pursue a career in general contracting. Uh, when I’m sober.” You hold back a wince of sympathy, knowing first-hand how tough this job can be. “Uh, Kim here was the Assistant United States Attorney attached to the case.”

“Still attached,” Kim adds. “The file’s still open. The boys were snatched after a drinking party.”

“Was the ransom paid?” you ask, already knowing the answer. Kim glances at Mr. Sanders before looking away.

“As the duly sworn representative of the FBI, I advised Mr. Kent not to pay the ransom,” Sanders explains, looking down at his hands. “Unfortunately, the Kents listened to me and not the K&R guy, and, uh, now their sons are dead.”

“K&R?” Brennan asks.

“That’s Kidnap and Ransom experts,” Booth explains.

“The Kent boys were the Grave Digger’s third victims,” Kim says.

“Third of the six we know of,” Sanders adds. “Uh, altogether, four paid the ransom and lived.”

“And the other one that didn’t?” Brennan asks.

Kim shakes her head. “Never found him.”

“That’s why they call him the Grave Digger,” Sanders says. “He takes people and he buries them. You pay the ransom and he tells you how to dig ‘em up. You don’t, and, uh, you never see ‘em again.” He looks at Booth. “You won’t catch him.”

“With all due respect, Agent Sanders, we have the beer vat and human remains.”

“What are two dead bodies gonna tell you that four live victims couldn’t?” Kim asks skeptically.

“Dr. Brennan— she’s pretty good at, uh, making dead people tell her things.”

Sanders waves his hands. “Look, my advice— talk to the K&R guy.”

“Kidnap and Ransom expert, Thomas Vega,” Kim adds. She pulls a book out of her bag, which is resting in the chair next to her. “Former FBI. He literally wrote the book on the Grave Digger.”

Brennan takes the book and examines it as Booth leads Sanders and Kim out of the room. When he comes back, he says, “I’m gonna call this Thomas Vega and get him to come down to talk to us. You two can wait here.” You nod as Brennan opens the Grave Digger book and begins to read.

A few minutes later, Booth comes back. “He said he’ll meet us at the Jeffersonian in half an hour,” Booth announces.

You stand. “I’ll meet you there then,” you say, taking out your car keys. You exit the room after waving goodbye and head toward the elevator.

Less than fifteen minutes later, you find yourself back at the Jeffersonian. You walk to Brennan’s office and sit down on the couch, chewing your lip. When Brennan comes in a minute later, you jump up. “Dr. Brennan, here.” You hold out a phone battery.

“What is this?” she asks, taking it and examining it.

“An extra battery for your phone,” you explain. “I’m hoping you won’t have to use it, but just go slide it between the seats in your car. Make sure it’s not visible, I don’t want anyone to know where it is unless they know where to look.”

“What? Why?” she says questioningly, giving you a confused look.

You shake your head. “I’ll explain later, just trust me for now.”

She slowly nods. “Okay, fine. I’ll be right back.” She turns and walks out of the room and you sigh.

Good. At least now when the Grave Digger kidnaps her, she’ll have a way of powering her phone other than rigging it to the horn of her car for a few seconds. You bite your bottom lip in nervousness, trying to think of a way to stop her from being kidnapped but knowing that’s what eventually leads to the Grave Digger being caught. You decide to just stay by her side until the case is over and try to watch out for her, but you’re not sure it’ll work. After all, you haven’t tried to change any event as important as this before. All you can do is hope.

* * * * *

A few minutes after Dr. Brennan returns, Booth leads the K&R expert, Thomas Vega, into the room, along with a dark-haired woman. You and Brennan introduce yourselves as they sit down across from you.

“I became a Kidnap and Ransom specialist after I realized that the Bureau’s policy on nonpayment to kidnappers is antiquated and dangerous,” Vega begins to tell us.

“You’ve dealt with the Grave Digger how many times?” Booth asks from his spot beside Brennan. You sit on her other side.

“In total? Five,” the woman next to Vega responds.

“Janine is a journalist,” Vega explains. “She helped me write the book on the Grave Digger. Next to me, she’s the ranking expert on that son of a bitch.” Janine smiles from beside him.

Booth steeples his hands in front of him. “Journalist, huh?”

Janine's smile grows wider. “Oh, don’t be like that, Agent Booth,” she says. “The Grave Digger is totally consistent. No one ever sees the victim taken. The ransom demand is made using a digitally-altered voice. A time limit is given. There’s never a second call. As soon as the ransom is paid to a numbered, untraceable account in Bahrain, the Caribbean, et cetera, GPS coordinates are provided leading to the victim.”

“None of the surviving victims remember anything before being taken?” Brennan asks.

“Nothing,” Janine replies, shaking her head. “Burn marks on the back of the neck suggest the use of a stun gun or cattle prod.”

“That’ll scramble your brains pretty good,” Vega interjects. “Also, when you try to trace whatever container the boys were found in, you… well, you’ll reach a dead end. He gets everything from landfills or cash auctions.”

“No last chance to pay up?” Booth asks.

“Never,” Vega says certainly.

You sigh. “I hate to say it, but it’s smart,” you say. “Most kidnappers are caught because they start negotiating the ransom with the police.”

“The Grave Digger simply won’t play,” Janine adds.

“Really not looking to help you write another book,” Booth says. “You know, Capturing the Grave Digger.”

Vega frowns. “Agent Booth, I have seen what this guy does to families, up close.” When Booth doesn’t respond, Vega shakes his head and stands. “You know what, dislike me as much as you want. But I’m still gonna help you because I want this bastard caught.” He and Janine leave the room as Brennan gives Booth a look.

“You were kind of mean to them,” she tells him.

Booth nods. “Yeah, thanks.”

You shrug. “I mean, you were.”

“All right, I get it,” he says, waving his hand. “Don’t you guys have a body to continue examining?”

Brennan stands. “We do.” You follow her out of her office to the examination table, where Zack is still working.

“Anything new to report, Zack?” you ask as Brennan takes a bone and puts it under a microscope.

“Not particularly,” he says, not looking up. You frown.

“Zack, did you catalog this anomaly between C1 and C2 on Matthew?” Dr. Brennan asks, still using the microscope.

“Yes,” Zack says. “If you increase magnification on the atlanto-axial joint, you’ll see calcining on the articular process.”

“What does that mean?” you whisper to Brennan, who looks up from her microscope to go to the computer next to her, pulling up a magnified picture of the bone onto the screen.

“Bone burn,” she explains.

“Yes, over 300 degrees,” Zack adds.

You wince. “Ouch. Does that indicate the use of a stun gun or a cattle prod, like that journalist said?”

“It does. Does the same mark appear on Ryan?” Brennan asks.

Zack shakes his head. “No.”

“Okay,” Brennan says, turning away from her computer screen to address Zack. “Get the FBI to send you photos and medical exam results of the Grave Digger’s victims. See if he uses the same stun gun every time.”

Zack nods and walks away as a beep announces someone else stepping up to the examination area. You turn to see Hodgins. “Aluminum,” he says.

“Aluminum?” Brennan repeats.

“The Brits say ‘aluminium,’ but it sounds, well… British,” Hodgins says. You hold back a laugh. “Manganese alloy, strain-hardened and stabilized. Traces on both sets of clothing.”

“From the vat?” Brennan asks.

“No, the inside of the vat is pure copper,” Hodgins replies, shaking his head. “Both boys’ clothing was stained with a sooty residue made up of lead and carbon, benzene and aldehydes.”

“Engine exhaust,” Dr. Brennan concludes.

Hodgins nods. “Yeah, particulates from lots of engines, both gasoline and diesel.”

“A parking lot?” you suggest.

“Underground, probably,” Hodgins says. “Think that’s where the Digger grabs his victims?”

“Compare your findings with the results found on the clothing of the surviving victims,” Brennan tells him. “See if they share anything in common. And measure oxygen volume in the vat. Find out how long the twins survived.”

“I’ll get right on it,” Hodgins says before turning and walking away, past Booth, who is entering the examination area.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“We’re interviewing Mr. Kent at the office,” Booth says. “You coming?”

“Of course!” you say. “I’ll ride with you guys this time.”

* * * * *

Mr. Kent arrives shortly after you do, with Thomas Vega behind him. You all sit down around the conference table. You sit to the right of Brennan, with Booth and AUSA Kim Kurland to her left.

“Mr. Kent, I’d like to start by expressing the Justice Department’s sincere condolences for the death of your sons, Matthew and Ryan,” Kim says.

“If I’d ignored the Justice Department and listened to Mr. Vega here— paid the two million— my boys would still be alive today.” Mr. Kent says.

“Sir, I understand your feelings towards the FBI—” Booth begins diplomatically.

“I doubt that,” Mr. Kent says.

Vega sighs. “Jim, Agent Booth here is investigating your sons’ murder. Now, you know my problems with the FBI’s approach to kidnapping, but when it comes to finding killers, you want these people on your side.”

Mr. Kent sighs, looking down before meeting Booth’s eyes. “Ryan and Matty were spoiled.” He chuckles sadly. “I know. They, uh, partied. They chased girls, they, uh, they got expelled from school.” Brennan’s phone dings and she looks down before sliding the phone over to Booth while Mr. Kent continues. “But they weren’t bad kids. And there’s no way that they deserved suffocation.” He pauses. “Is it… painful?”

Brennan shakes her head. “Like falling asleep,” she says softly. She takes a breath. “Mr. Kent, the Grave Digger lied to you and the FBI.”

“That’s unlikely,” Vega says. “He doesn’t play games.”

“Mr. Kent, is there any way you could’ve put together the ransom in twelve hours?” Brennan asks.

Mr. Kent immediately shakes his head. “No way in the world.”

“Which is exactly why the Grave Digger provided Mr. Kent with 24 hours,” Vega points out.

“His sons only had enough air for twelve hours,” Booth says.

“Oh my God,” Mr. Kent says quietly.

“Even if you had ignored the FBI and listened to Mr. Vega, you still wouldn’t’ve been able to save your sons,” Booth explains.

Vega shakes his head. “You’re backstopping for the Bureau.”

“There were two of them in that vat,” you say. “Their oxygen use was doubled. The Grave Digger screwed up.”

“No, he doesn’t do that,” Vega insists.

“Then it was never his intention that these boys survive,” Brennan tells him.

“He just didn’t care, Mr. Kent,” Booth says.

“So, my decision to listen to the FBI, to not pay the ransom—” Mr. Kent starts, his voice shaking, before his voice trails off.

“If you’d paid the ransom, your sons would still have been dead by the time you got to them,” Brennan finishes.

“There was nothing you could’ve done, Mr. Kent,” Booth adds. “You are in no way responsible for the death of your sons.”

After that, there’s not much left to say, and Mr. Kent and Vega leave. You follow Booth and Brennan back to Booth’s SUV and get in the back, heading back to the Jeffersonian.

“Has it occurred to you that God is a lot like the Grave Digger?” Brennan asks Booth. You snort.

“What?” Booth says. “What? What!?”

“He lays down the rules, no way to question Him or negotiate. Then it’s almost as if He doesn’t care how it works out,” Brennan explains. “Either you do as He says— make some sacrifices and they’re delivered— or you don’t, and you end up in Hell.”

“You know what, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say things like that because I really don’t wanna get struck by lightning,” Booth says, gritting his teeth.

“I mean, I get where she’s coming from,” you point out.

“I thought you believed in God?” Booth asks, incredulous.

“I do!” you insist. “I mean, I was raised Catholic. I don’t know if I’m still Catholic, per se, because like, they’re kinda hateful for people whose savior tells them to love thy neighbor— no offense, I’m not talking about you,” you add, for Booth’s sake. “But anyway, yeah, I still believe in God.”

“Then why would you say you understand her point?” Booth says.

“I didn’t say I agree with it,” you point out, “just that I can see why she’d say that.”

“Do you go to church every Sunday?” Brennan asks.

“I haven’t been to church since my own universe,” you tell her.

“I do,” Booth says.

“Can I come with you?” Brennan asks.

“No, you can’t,” Booth says immediately.

“Why not?” Brennan frowns. “It might help me to understand.”

Booth shakes his head. “I am not gonna help you disrespect God in His own house, okay? If you wanna do some kind of, you know, anthropological study, turn on the religious channel.”

Brennan shrugs, turning her attention back to the road. In a few minutes, you’re back at the Jeffersonian, where AUSA Kim Kurland is there with evidence from the Grave Digger’s other victims.

“Each of these containers contained one of the Grave Digger’s victims,” she explains as Booth hesitantly lifts open the door to a dirty, rusty old refrigerator.

“Cozy,” Booth comments, brushing his hands off.

“We also provided your people with the clothes each victim was wearing,” Kim continues.

“Regarding the clothing, every one of them shows traces of aluminum and sooty residue,” Hodgins tells Brennan.

“We know each victim was taken from an underground garage, beyond the reach of security cameras,” Brennan says.

“The typical kidnap-for-ransom profile is middle-aged,” Kim explains.

“Working a job he thinks is beneath him,” you continue. “Smart, but an underachiever who enjoys having control over other people.”

“There’s just one problem,” Booth says.

“What’s that?” Kim asks.

“See, there’s nothing typical about this guy,” Booth elaborates. “Don’t expect him to fit the profile.”

“As someone who also works alongside some of the world’s most elite profilers, I agree with Booth,” you say. “This guy seems to defy everything we usually rely on to catch them.”

“Guys!” Angela’s voice comes from behind us. You turn around to see her waving you to her office. “I reconstructed the scene.”

You, Booth, and Brennan walk over to Angela, who leads you into her office. The lights are off in order to better see the projection of the vat she has set up in front of her. “Okay, the dimensions of the vat— six feet wide by eight feet tall— make it impossible for Matthew Kent to have fractured his brother’s pelvis,” Angela explains.

“Even if Matthew knocked Ryan down and, you know, stomped on him?” Booth asks, walking around to examine the projection from the other side.

Brennan shakes her head. “Cam and I agree the fracture was the result of one hard blow.” Angela presses a button and the projection changes to show a simulation of the broken pelvis. “A break like that would require a lot more force than Matthew could have generated.”

“All right,” Booth says. “So you’re saying that Ryan was injured before he went into that vat.”

“Yes,” Brennan confirms. “But the amount of blood on the floor can’t be explained by his injuries alone.” Booth gives her a look. “What?” she asks, tilting her head.

“It was a mistake,” Booth says.

“What was?” Angela asks.

“Taking them both,” you explain, quickly following Booth’s line of thinking.

“Look, he intended to take one boy, but he ended up with two,” Booth continues.

Brennan sighs. “That’s why they died twelve hours ahead of schedule!”

“If he intended to take two boys, he would’ve put ‘em in a container twice as big, all right?” Booth says. “Y/L/N was right— the Grave Digger screwed up. He snuck up on Matthew, knocked him unconscious, whatever, and Ryan was there. He shows up, and he fought the guy.”

Brennan shakes her head. “No, Booth, not fight.”

Angela nods. “The leg damage, the fractured pelvis—”

“These injuries are classic human versus car,” Brennan explains.

“Ryan interrupts the kidnapping of his brother,” Booth says.

“And the Grave Digger runs him down,” you finish.

Booth nods. “It was a mistake. The Grave Digger is not God, Bones, because God does not make mistakes.”

Angela shakes her head. “Mm, I don’t know. Putting testicles on the outside doesn’t seem like such a good idea.”

You laugh as Booth sighs. “Well, I’m going to go home, get some sleep,” he says. “I’ll see you all in the morning.”

“I’m gonna go see if Zack was able to figure out what type of stun gun was used,” you say, walking out of Angela’s office and over to what you unofficially call the Experiment Area.

“Any luck with the stun guns?” you ask Zack.

“No, not at all,” he says. “Commercial stun gun, 625,000 volts— still not enough.”

“Well, it sounds like a lot of volts,” Angela says from behind you.

“Actually, it’s the amperage that does the real damage,” Zack explains. “But still, I’ve checked every commercial stun gun I can find, and none of them generate the right amount of power to make those distinctive marks on the bone.”

“Well, what about a cattle prod?” Angela asks.

“Stun guns generate a lot more power than cattle prods,” Zack tells her.

“You haven’t figured out the stun gun?” Hodgins says, walking into the room. “Then I am this week’s King of the Lab, because I found something huge.”

Angela sighs and Hodgins freezes. “You compete to be King of the Lab?” she asks. You chuckle.

“Uh, no,” Hodgins scoffs. “Uh, hey, Angela, I didn’t know that you were….” He pauses and looks away, clearing his throat. “Well, this sucks. I’m gonna go catch Brennan, then bolt for the night.”

“She just left,” Angela says.

You curse. “Hodgins, stay here, I’ll get her,” you yell over your shoulder, running out of the room. You hear him question you but you don’t stop to answer, running out the doors and toward the parking garage. “Shit shit shit shit shit,” you mutter, hoping you’re not too late. When you get to Brennan’s car, you breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God. Dr. Brennan!” you call, going to cross the lane to her car. Suddenly, you hear a squeal of tires and have just enough time to turn around before everything goes black.

* * * * *

The first thing you’re aware of is the pain in your legs. You attempt to move them and immediately regret the decision as a wave of pain travels up your body. You let out a groan, wincing.

“Y/L/N?”

You force your eyes open. It takes you a second to get your bearings; you’re laying across the backseat of what appears to be a car. Dr. Brennan is in the front seat, turned around to look at you, her face illuminated by the dim overhead light. You look down at your legs and see a mangled, bloody mess through the newly-ripped holes in your jeans. You groan again.

“Y/L/N, are you all right?” Brennan asks, climbing over the center console to the back seat. “Can you talk?”

You let out a moan and swallow harshly, your mouth dry. “Hurts,” you manage, squeezing your eyes shut.

She looks down at your legs. “Oh God, your legs. What happened to your legs?”

You force your eyes open. “Wh-where the hell are we?”

“We’re buried alive,” she says quietly. “He must’ve got us.”

“Huh?” you ask, your mind fuzzy.

“The Grave Digger,” she says solemnly.

You groan again. “Shit.”

“I was on my way to karate class, so we have lots of bottled water,” Brennan says.

“Well, that’s good, at least.” You pause. “Is… are we in your car?”

“Yeah,” she says. “The last thing I remember is being at the lab.”

“Why are my legs….” You pause. “Like that?”

“You were probably hit by the Grave Digger’s car,” she explains. She pulls the hair away from her neck. “I have a burn.”

“That’s right,” you say slowly. “Zack was trying to figure out what kind of stun gun.”

“It has to be the Grave Digger,” Brennan says. “He must’ve pumped you full of drugs to ruin your short-term memory, same as Ryan Kent.”

“How… how long have we been down here?” you ask, closing your eyes as a stab of pain runs through your head.

Brennan checks her watch. “Um, maybe two hours, I think.”

“How much time do you think we have?” you ask.

“The Grave Digger is very consistent,” she says. “If we started with twelve hours of air, we’ll be unconscious in ten. After that, if… if no one pays the ransom….”

“We’re dead,” you finish. You curse again.

“Okay, let’s take stock of what we have,” Brennan says, climbing back into the front seat. You force yourself to sit up, grimacing when you jostle your legs. “We have water, towels, a mini-kit, ibuprofen, two cell phones with no batteries—”

“Wait,” you interrupt. “Didn’t— ugh, why can’t I think of words?!— didn’t I give you an extra battery?”

“That’s right!” Brennan exclaims, digging into the seat under you and retrieving the battery you gave her. “You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?”

You shrug apologetically. “I couldn’t think of a way to stop it, so I just tried to think of ways to make it easier to find you. I didn’t really expect to be in here with you, though.”

Brennan slips the battery into the back of her cell phone. The screen lights up and she laughs. “Y/L/N, you’re a genius!”

“Call… call Garcia,” you say. “She can… she can trace the call.”

“I’m going to call Booth,” she says, already dialing.

You nod, wincing at the motion. “That works too.”

She puts the phone on speaker and you both impatiently listen as it rings.

“Bones?!” comes Booth’s shocked voice. “Are you okay? Is Y/L/N with you?”

“I’m here,” you say.

“Booth, the Grave Digger kidnapped us,” Brennan explains.

“Yeah, we know,” he says. “I got a call about an hour ago.”

“Call the BAU,” I tell him. “Garcia can trace this call.”

“They’re already on their way,” Booth says. “How are you even able to make this call, anyway? The Grave Digger never leaves his victims with their phones working.”

“Y/L/N made me hide a spare battery in my car,” Brennan explains.

“Wait wait wait, so Y/L/N, you knew this was going to happen?” Booth accuses. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

You groan. “My brain hurts. Can I explain everything later?”

“She was most likely drugged,” Brennan tells Booth.

“Anyway,” you say, “what matters now is getting us out of here because my legs are currently mangled and I’m in a lot of pain and we only have a few hours and—”

There’s a commotion on the other end of the line. “What’s going on?” Brennan asks.

“Y/L/N’s team is here,” Booth explains. “I’m going to put you on speaker phone.”

“Y/N, my love, are you okay?” you hear Garcia ask, panicking.

“I will be once you trace this call and get us the hell out of here,” you tell her.

“I’m already on it,” she says.

“Y/L/N, what do you remember?” Hotch asks.

“We don’t remember anything about the kidnapping,” Brennan answers for you. “I was attacked with a stun gun and Y/L/N was hit by the Grave Digger’s car and pumped full of drugs to ruin her short-term memory.”

JJ’s voice comes next. “Oh my God, Y/N, you were hit by a car?”

“My legs are… not doing all that great,” you confess, groaning.

“I’ve got it, I’ve got their location!” Garcia announces excitedly.

“You hear that, Bones?” Booth says. “We’re coming to get you. Just hang in there.”

“We’re about an hour away,” Hotch adds.

You groan again. “My leg,” you gasp. “The pain is getting worse.”

“Here,” Brennan says, setting the cell phone down and handing you the ibuprofen and a bottle of water. “This should help.”

You quickly swallow two pills, then a third after half a second of deliberation. You chug down half of the water before capping the bottle. You lay your head back down on the seat and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out the pain.

“I’m worried you might have compartment syndrome,” Brennan says slowly after a minute.

“What’s that?” comes Booth’s worried voice.

You curse, opening one of your eyes to look at her. “I’ve watched enough medical shows to know that’s not good.”

“No, it’s not.” She shakes her head. “And it’s gonna get painful.”

“How bad?” you ask, already dreading the answer. “Worse than this?”

She nods. “Yeah.” She pauses. “Slip-into-shock-and-die painful.”

You hear Booth curse. “Will she be fine until we get there?”

Brennan hums her assent. “She should be, as long as you don’t take too long. But she’ll need immediate medical attention.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that, Bones,” Booth says. “I’ve already called in the cavalry.”

The next few minutes go by in flashes as the pain slowly gets worse. Booth keeps the two of you updated on his movements until he finally says, “We’re here. It’s just a big, empty coal quarry.” You hear muffled voices around him before they suddenly become clearer, telling you that Booth put you on speaker phone again.

“We don’t see any indication of where you are at the moment,” comes Hotch’s voice. “Sit tight while we figure something out.”

You moan, causing Brennan to look over at you in concern. “How long will that take?” she asks.

No one answers for a few seconds. “There’s a lot of ground to cover,” Booth says finally.

“She might not have that long,” Brennan says as you moan again. She bites at her bottom lip. “I may have a solution.”

“What?” Booth asks.

“The explosives from the airbags,” she says. “If we’re less than four feet beneath the surface, it’ll blow us to freedom.”

“But if you’re more than four feet below the surface, it could kill you,” comes Reid’s voice. He sounds stressed.

“Y/L/N could die anyway,” Brennan points out. “It may be her only shot.”

“Bones, are you sure about this?” Booth asks.

Brennan looks to you, and you give her a nod. “Yes,” she says simply, moving to dismantle the airbags. A few minutes later, and she turns back to you. “We should get as far away from the explosion as possible.”

You force yourself to sit up. “Um, Dr. Brennan, I already am.” You pat the spot next to you and she clambers over the center console and sits. You hold out your hand and she takes it.

“Guys?” you say hesitantly. “You still there?”

“We’re still here,” Hotch confirms.

“Just in case this, uh, you know— doesn’t work,” you say, “I want you to know that it’s been awesome getting to know you. I… I love you all.”

“You’re gonna be okay,” Booth insists.

“We’re gonna be okay,” Brennan repeats, squeezing your hand. “Don’t you know that?”

You nod. “Yeah, but… just in case.” You look at Dr. Brennan. “Ready?”

She nods. “Let’s do this.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as she touches the wires together.

Suddenly, you can’t breathe. You’re covered in dirt and you can’t move. You hold tightly to Brennan’s hand, hoping and praying that your team could see the explosion and can dig you out before you suffocate.

You’re beginning to get light-headed when Brennan’s hand leaves yours, and you experience a moment of pure panic before someone else grabs your arm and pulls, and your head breaks the surface of the dirt. You gasp in a breath, shaking, and rub the dirt from your eyes before opening them.

You’re surrounded by everyone important to you. Prentiss wraps her arms around your torso and pulls, dragging the rest of your body from the dirt as Booth does the same to Brennan. Hodgins, Angela, Cam, and Zack are there, as are Hotch, JJ, Morgan, Reid, Garcia, and Gideon. Garcia is crying. Hodgins and Angela are holding hands. Reid is inspecting your legs, and you groan as you’re reminded of the pain.

You hear a siren wailing in the distance, growing louder as each second passes, and through the pain you vaguely recognize an ambulance pulling up behind you. The rest is a blur of motion as you’re loaded onto a stretcher. Garcia rides with you to the hospital, where you’re finally given adequate meds that make you drowsy. Within minutes, you’re out cold.

* * * * *

You wake to a vague throbbing sensation in your leg. You bolt upright as everything comes rushing back to you.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Morgan says, gently easing you back down. “You’re all right.”

“Is— is Brennan okay?” you ask quickly, eyes wide.

Morgan nods. “She’s already home. She wanted to stay, but Agent Booth insisted. The rest of the team is in the waiting room, along with Angela and Dr. Hodgins. We’ve been taking turns waiting for you to wake up.”

You can’t keep the smile off your face. “How long has it been?”

Morgan glances at his watch. “A few hours. You’ve been out of surgery for about two now. I’m gonna go tell the doctor that you’re awake.”

He leaves the room, and a minute later, a man in a white lab coat walks in, introducing himself as your doctor. After examining you, he tells you that you shouldn’t have any permanent damage, though you will need to be on crutches for a little while as your leg heals. You’ll also need to do some physical therapy as your leg is healing, but he assures you that most of it can be done at home. He finishes by asking if you’re ready for visitors. You tell him to please send them in.

“Oh, thank God!” Garcia exclaims as everyone walks through the door, rushing forward to give you a gentle hug. “Don’t you ever do that to me again!”

You laugh. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

“How are you feeling?” JJ asks.

“The painkillers are doing their job quite nicely,” you assure her.

“I gotta say, this is a new one for me,” Prentiss says. “Never had a colleague be buried alive.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “It’s a bit strange, even for us.”

“Don’t make a habit out of surprising us,” Hotch says with a small smile.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Angela tells you.

“Hey, back at the lab,” Hodgins says slowly, “when you told me to stay there, that you would get Dr. Brennan—”

“I knew,” you confirm. “I didn’t want him to get you too.”

Hodgins sets his jaw. “Thank you,” he says quietly. You give him a small smile.

“Why didn’t you just tell us?” Reid asks. “We could’ve helped prevent it.”

You sigh. “I figured the Grave Digger was gonna kidnap Dr. Brennan either way,” you explain. “At least this way I knew she would be okay.”

“You took a big risk,” Gideon says.

“I had faith,” you say, shrugging. “Besides, I already knew the outcome, how much of a risk was it really?”

You all chat for a few more minutes before it occurs to you that they’ve all probably been up all night. “You guys need to go home and get some rest,” you tell them. Garcia and Reid begin to protest, but you shush them. “I’ll be fine here, really. The painkillers are making me tired, anyway. I’ll probably just sleep until I’m allowed to go home.”

“We’re not leaving you here alone,” Morgan argues.

“Fine, one of you can stay,” you allow. “But whoever stays is going to park themselves in the chair next to me and sleep. And the rest of you can go home.” They begin to discuss who is staying with you. “Not Hotch,” you add. “You go home to Jack and Haley.” He gives you an appreciative nod.

In the end, Garcia convinces everyone to let her stay, with the promise that someone can come relieve her in a few hours. You say your goodbyes as everyone slowly files out of the room and Garcia settles into the chair next to you.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” she asks after everyone has left the room.

You shake your head, smiling at her. “Nah, I’m good. Just get some rest. That’s what I’m gonna do.”

She smiles at you. “I’m really glad you’re okay,” she says softly.

You close your eyes and pull the blanket up to your chin. “Yeah, me too.”

NOTE: This is one of those angst reasons I was talking about, but not the only one.

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[callsign-rogueone]

Hey sweetheart, how are you doing lately? I remembered something from fourth wing and I just wanna share cuz I thought it was a cute and funny moment. Maybe it'll make u happy. During the presentation chapter Violet and rihannion share stories about venin and its violets story that gave my heart a fuzzy feeling 🤭. She explains she once thought her mom was venin and that as a result of that her fables book got taken away for a month. But she also explains that she hid behind Brennan while he was laughing. Why does that seem so peak older sibling. I literally see it, little Violet hiding behind her older brother from their mother. And Brennan just laughing at the whole thing, tjeir mother probably furious. kind of the same with the squash story in Iron flame that Brennan brings up, I thinks it's so cute getting this little stories from their youth. I hope we get more of those. Anyway I hope you have a lovely day and I I'm spamming your ask box just tell me 😅 ♡

hi lovely! I’m doing okay, just a little sick (again) lol. how are you?

I loved those moments too. I just love the sibling trio so much. I also hope we get more little pieces from them about their childhoods (maybe they’ll sit and talk about it together, now that their mom passed 🥺)

I’m a younger sister myself, with an older brother who is no longer a part of my life (not dead, just not on speaking terms anymore). for 18 years he was so important to me, and did so much for me, but now we don’t talk at all. so Violet reuniting with Brennan was healing for me. even if I won’t get that same moment with my own brother, she did ❤️‍🩹

and you aren’t spamming at all! I love getting messages from you guys, it always makes me so happy. I’m working on your request btw!! I want to post it this week 🥰

#answered #liz.txt

[lycheesuwa]

Sunrise Part 3: Inarizaki Intruder

Listen to: Cruel Summer (Taylor Swift: LOVER album) | I'm not Her (Julia Brennan)

Osamu x Reader x Suna [Fluff/ Angst] (angst, suggestions of nsfw)

Summary: You meet a certain restaurant owner...

This story is heavy Suna in the beginning (Osamu does not appear until chapter 3)

Featuring: Watanabe Natsuki, her brother Watanabe Tenji, and another girl~ (all OCs of mine)

link to part 2 | link to part 4

(2494 words)

You sleep with Suna several more times. For almost the rest of the month you'll go over to his place once or twice a week, or he'll go to yours. Natsuki hates it, and you know it, but she doesn't say anything. She asks you to go to bars with her and meet new people and takes you to a club once even though she hates dancing, because she wants you to get over Suna, even though she's made a point to never meet him. 

“I have two tickets to see the EJP Raijin game against MSBY Black Jackal this weekend,” Natsuki places two tickets onto the table in the middle of your apartment. “If you want… we can go.”

“You got tickets? I thought they were sold out,” You recall something Suna mentioned at the bar before taking you home two nights before. The purple-blue hickey on your collar is still visible, although more faint, and your concealer is running thin. It’s only been three months, but his libido is high, and you’re more than happy to reciprocate his advances. Afterall, you’re going to make Suna real, and not an enigma. It doesn't matter if he told you he's not looking for a relationship, you know how these things turn out in movies and books. 

“Yeah… Um, my brother is on EJP Raijin,” Natsuki sighs. “We have court-side seats.”

Your eyes widen. You knew that her brother played in high school; but to be a Japanese national athlete too? “Why didn't you tell me?!” you exclaim. “Natsuki, that's so cool! Your brother must be insanely good!”

“He's alright,” Natsuki blushes. “So will you join me?”

You and Natsuki wear yellow to show you're supporting EJP Raijin, and not whatever the other random team is. And you're stuck in a jersey that has the number 3 on it because she was too embarrassed to. Apparently it's her brother’s jersey and number. You'd rather it have a 9, but you're here to support her brother. Mostly.

On the side of the court you can see how tall the players are. They tower over you as you take your seat and jump even higher. And somehow, next to all of them, Suna looks on the shorter side. Even MSBY looks huge, their middle blockers several more centimeters taller than Suna. But he's strong, and they play hard, and Natsuki keeps screaming “Go Ji-nii-san!” until her words break because her voice is shot.

And they win in the end, and Natsuki pulls you aside to wait for the end of the game and when the team comes from the locker rooms she throws herself at the tallest guy and wraps her arms around his neck and he hugs her back.

“Hey, thanks for making it out here today, Imouto.”

So that's her brother. He's tall, and he's attractive in a model-worthy way; square jaw, strong brow, intense crystal blue eyes. And he's walking towards you and says in a voice that's almost too deep and seeps into your bones and rattles them just a little when he speaks, “thank ya fertaking care a’ ma sister. I heard so much about ‘cha, (Y/n).”

Not even your last name— your first. 

“N- nice to meet you!” You somehow stutter out.

Your gaze falls on a certain brunette behind him, watching you with careful golden-green eyes. He turns his head slowly away, although his orbs track your line of sight as you nod to Tenji.

“Natsuki, we're going out fer drinks with tha’ old Inarizaki guys since Miya Atsumu is here,” Tenji says to his sister. “(Y/n) and ya should join us.”

You turn to your long time roommate, and friend. Natsuki wrinkles her nose. “I don't wanna drink with your team.”

“It's not the team, it's Inarizaki. C'mon, I'll be there and make sure nothing happens ta ya,” Tenji coaxes.

Natsuki turns to you. “D’ya wanna go?” she asks. She only spent like a minute talking to her brother and her Kansai dialect is back, even if only faintly.

“Sure,” you nod.

Tenji puts his arm around her shoulder before he turns to his team and waves at Suna to join the rest of you. He's standing with a guy with light chestnut colored hair, and the two walk over.

“Komori-kun is gonna join us,” Suna says. “He's gonna try and convince Kiyoomi-kun to join too.”

“Sweet. This is my kid sister, Natsuki, and her friend from uni, (Y/n)-san,” Tenji introduces you.

Suna smirks as he lifts his right hand in a peace sign. “Yo, (Y/n)-chan,” he stresses your first name like a taunt.

Your breath catches when he throws in a wink at the end. Curse his beautiful face for making you lose composure for a second. “M-my name is (Y/l/n), (Y/n),” you correct, bowing.

Tenji’s face flickers in annoyance at his sister introducing you by your first name. “C'mon, ya can meet ’Tsumu and his brother. Omi-kun too.” He leads you over to some of the members of MSBY who are exiting their own locker room.

At the front is a man with platinum blonde hair, and behind him a guy with wavy black hair and a face mask. The platinum haired guy looks to be in much brighter spirits with his hand in the air and a small smile on his face, although you can tell it’s forced. “Hey, Sunarin, Ten-ten,” he greets Suna and Tenji. “Good game ya played out there.”

“Thanks, ’Tsumu,” Suna says. You’re introduced to the guy with the mask but your attention is on the brunette behind you, trying to figure out what they’re talking about, but the ’Tsumu guy’s accent is too strong after talking to Tenji, and he’s speaking too fast, and he’s just a bit too far away to hear properly.

Tenji offers to drive you to the bar where he rents a private room and a boy and girl from Inarizaki who came to watch the EJP vs. MSBY game join you. The boy is a spitting image of the platinum blonde, except his hair is a natural shade of brown. 

The girl is adorable. She’s the perfect height for her to wrap her arms around Suna’s neck so he has to pick her up, but her body is clearly that of an adult. Her hair is long and pulled back into a half rose bun, the rest of it curled in soft waves that fall down her back, although at the moment they’re streaming behind her as Suna spins her around in their embrace. She’s beautiful, and she keeps her arms around Suna’s neck as she congratulates him, finally landing a kiss on his cheek once he sets her down. If there’s anyone who radiates warmth and the sun more than her, you’re not sure you know them. Even her auburn-colored hair is streaked with natural highlights, reminding you of sunlight on japanese-maple leaves.

Suna’s face is bright red, and he stands to his full height as the girl finally lets go, and your attention is brought back to Natsuki and her brother. Tenji’s asking what you want to drink and you wave your hand towards the makeshift bar where ’Tsumu is rummaging through the bottles to pour people their desired poison of the night, a careless, “whatever you have.”

Whatever you have to distract me from Suna… Suna, who has his arm around that girl’s shoulders, so she’s forced to sit next to him on the farthest couch from you. Suna who gives her sly smiles and makes sure she’s not drinking too much as the night goes on, even after Natsuki and ’Tsumu leave to go to the bathroom, Natsuki to throw up, and ’Tsumu to do the same, most likely.

You’re sitting at the edge of your couch wondering how many times Suna’s gone to her place instead of yours. How many times he’s whispered the same filthy words into her hair as he takes her from behind, or how many times he’s filled her up with his cum. How many times he’s shown up to practice with scratch marks down his back from her, and you hate how long her legs are, and how nice her ass is, even while wearing modest pantsuit. How perfect she looks tucked up against Suna as she pulls her legs onto the long couch to lean into his side, and his arm goes from the back of the couch to wrap around her so his hand is draped languidly across her waist.

“Hey, ya went ta Kobe University? I went there too,” a voice snaps you out of your daze.

You’re staring at ’Tsumu’s brother, his hair a dark brown color, locks beginning to settle on his head normally than when they were plastered to his forehead from being stuffed under a hat that read ‘Miya’ on the front. “Um… yeah,” you say, “I went there. I just graduated, with her,” you nudge Natsuki’s arm where she's leaning against you.

“I did too. Big school— I was in business management,” he says.

You raise your eyebrows, and glance from him to Suna again. Suna's lips are in the girl’s hair, whispering, and she’s holding his free hand, fingers playing with the steel ring across his right index finger.

“Ma names Osamu, but ya should just call meh ’Samu,” Osamu offers, forcing you to look into his eyes again. They're a shade of blue that's so dark they almost look black. “S’easier than sayin’ ma full name.” His dialect is strong. If you didn’t have practice talking to Natsuki you would have gotten lost because he speaks quickly too.

“I’m (Y/n),” you say, distracted as Suna stands up and pulls the girl to her feet.

Osamu finally turns to Suna and the girl since it looks like they’re leaving.

Together.

Osamu stands and goes to clap Suna on the shoulder, pulls the girl in for a hug which she only sort of returns, and he says something stern to her. She nods, eyes almost shut, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. She shakes her head and then a sleepy smile falls on her face as she turns to Suna.

“Let’s go home, Rin,” she says. 

Something starts to sink in your chest. She called him ‘Rin’ and there was no reaction. No warning slap, not a bat of their eyes, and even Osamu and ’Tsumu seem to take this like it’s a fact. Like she calls him that all of the time. Maybe it’s normal for her, but that’s something else that puts her apart from you. The girl pulls Suna forwards by the hand, and waves goodbye to the circle of people.

’Tsumu catches her at the door though, places his hands on her shoulders, and begins sobbing as he falls into her much smaller frame. “Don’t leave me, chiibi-chan,” he whines through his tears.

She pats his back and says, “Atsumu, let me go home. Rin’s driving me to the airport in the morning so we have to go now.”

“I’ll drive ya,” Atsumu protests. “Let me go with ya.”

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen the others here,” she says. “Just enjoy the night with Tenji-san and ’Samu. We’re going to dinner on Tuesday, anyway.”

“But I wanna spend tha’ night with you, Shiibi-chan.” His words are slurring as he collapses against her and Suna finally steps in to pull the faux-blonde off of the girl.

“You see her more since you live in Tokyo,” Suna rolls his eyes. “Give me the one night I get with her in the season.”

Your jaw locks as the sinking feeling falls through your stomach. It’s like quicksand pulling all of your guts lower and lower somehow, slowly through this pit in your stomach. Maybe this girl is even more than just another hook up. She’s something that Suna had to share at least, which makes her even more precious since she isn’t always there for him.

You’ve contemplated leaving Suna. Telling him to either commit to you, or give it up entirely, but that would reveal that you’d gone into the agreement with feelings, and that would make you a liar through the whole ordeal. There is also the chance that he just cuts you off, since he understood that you were just friends with benefits, and when said benefits got to be too much for you, he’d cut off the friendship.

Suna succeeds in dumping Atsumu onto the couch next to Osamu, and pulls the girl in by the waist, until she’s nestled under his arm with her hand on his chest. He nods at you briefly before lifting his hand towards Tenji. “See you tomorrow, captain,” he waves.

Tenji lets out a small smile, even though he’s not the captain. “See ya, Sunarin.”

Your hope leaves with Suna as his arm tightens around her waist and the door shuts.

The vodka in your glass burns more that night, but you welcome the sting in your throat as you talk to Osamu. Osamu who started his own business and only recently got an actual restaurant located in downtown Kobe. With an agreement to stop by some time when you can make the trip down to Hyōgo, you exchange numbers although it seems like he’s doing it out of kindness. Atsumu passes out on the couch next to him, and finally Osamu bites.

“Ya like Sunarin, dont’cha?”

You know there’s no point in denying it. But not wanting to admit it quite yet, you take a look around the room. Tenji’s talking to the guy with the mask, and their other friend is also snoozing but on the floor since the mask guy has his own little bubble around him. When your gaze falls on the stranger-now-friend before you, you nod. “I’ve known Suna-kun my whole life… I— I guess he’s my first love,” you admit.

Osamu chuckles. “Must be tough seeing ‘im with someone else, hmm?” he muses. “They’ve been close friends throughout highschool. Best friends, yanno? Never dated though, fer some reason.”

“Do you think they will?” you dare to ask.

Osamu shakes his head in a slow manner, but it seems genuine. “Nah,” he says reflectively. “Coz’f Sunarin wanted her that bad, he’d have at least kissed her by now. Hell, even I’ve kissed her, and who knows how far ma idiot brother’s pushed the boundaries.” His gaze falls to the sleeping blonde next to him. “But… Sunarin ain’t physical with ‘er like that. We all worry about ‘er, but he’s more protective. More like… A brother or somethin.”Is he… trying to cheer you up? Throw down a net into that hole and fish out the remaining pieces of your pining for Suna Rintarou? Regardless of why Osamu is comforting you, you smile at him, feeling light for the first time that night. “I appreciate hearing that,” you tell him.

part 4

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[bitchylandtyphoon]

Type - Pt.1

Oliver Wells x shyish reader

You silently watched Angela press the icons on her tablet and demonstrate each one’s purpose. It’s been a few hours, and you’ve learned so much. She was a good teacher. “Ok, so if you want to upload a sketch and compare it to the international database,” she points her manicured finger to the screen. “Choose this option, but if you want a certain country's database, pick this option and scroll through the list.” She looks at you to see if you understand, and you simply nod.

“Ok, great. I think that's enough for today. Do you wanna grab lunch with me? Brennan’s with Booth, and Hodgin’s still working.” She asks as she puts her coat on.

“Yeah, that’d be great.” You reply as you grab your belongings. Dr. Saroyan has recently hired you to be the assistant face reconstructor and tech helper since she cut Angela’s hours. Working on the small cases when she was off. You were also new to the city and had to make new friends, adapting to the new area. You were really glad Angela was such a nice person, she was the first person your introverted self really got to know. 

“SO,” Angela exclaimed. “Have you met anyone?” She asked with a cheeky grin and teasing tone. You shy away “ Oh, please. Do you know how hard it was to talk to Finn, If I can’t talk to him, how am I going to talk to others, let alone other guys.” You slung your bookbag over your shoulder as you both exited her office. “Come on, you’re literally the hottest chick here, there is no way you couldn’t at least get some guy's attention.” 

“I-, well thank you but guys like confident and hot girls like you, not when they're shy as a preschooler.” “So step out of your bubble, what can go wrong?” Angela stops and looks at you desperately.

You stop to look at her. “I’ll make a fool of myself.” Looking down, you continued walking until you felt your shoulder bashed. “Oh, I’m sorry-” “Can’t you look where you walk?” He says with an irritated tone, looking back at you with a scowl. You took in his features in the quick second you had; untamed brown wavy hair, brown eyes, lean physique. For a rude dude, he was pretty attractive.  

“Hey, it was just an accident. Don’t need to be a douche.” Angela steps in, and you mentally note to thank her later, knowing you would've walked away as usual. 

“Yes, it’s my fault that they had their head down, and chose to walk instead of paying attention to others.” He proceeded to walk away.

“I can’t believe men like him are allowed to exist,” Angela rolled her eyes and peered at you. “Are you okay, though?” She asks as her hand touches your upper arm.

“No, I’m okay.” You gave her a small smile, you both walked towards the exit.

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It’s been a couple of days since the encounter with the douche, but you couldn’t forget about him. Something was alluring about him, and you didn’t know if it was your bad taste in men or his pretty brown eyes and harsh persona. 

You are currently sitting in Angela’s office, finishing up a sketch of the current victim. She was believed to have been murdered over 30 years ago, a simple librarian. You analyzed the skull and sketched faint lines and the arch of the victim's cheekbones. Even though you had the identity down, you wanted to practice.

“Hey” “Angela? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be preparing for Brenann’s wedding?” You inquired, hearing loud noises from the platform. “Listen, I need you to do me a favour and quickly get this done, especially before Brenann’s wedding,” She replied

Yeah, of course, what is it?” “Basically, Brennan is getting worried, and she’s not gonna have a calm wedding without this case being done. And I need you because I need someone to help the interns recreate a scenario. Would you be able to do that?” Oh my gosh, that's what all the noise is. You peered through the glass and saw all the interns, including the douche. You internally groaned, you were only familiar with the team, and getting used to the new interns is a whole ‘nother level. “Listen, I really need it, and I know you’re not comfortable with them, but they really aren't that bad. Just imagine them as a pack of smart and horny virgins, except for Wendell and Clark, the virgin part.” “How do you even know- oh right, you and Wendell.” You looked down at your sketch. You know it would be awkward at first, but it’d be a great way to meet them all. Plus, you're as good as Angela with her program. It’d be fine. You exhaled, you knew you were going to regret it.

You looked at Angela, she had her desperate look on; eyebrows scrunched, slightly hunched, head tilted. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“OMG, thank you so much. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” She quickly dashes out of her room, and you watch through the glass as she talks to the interns. 

You hoped you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of the smart dorks, it’s already embarrassing in front of the douche. You quickly gathered yourself and continued drawing the victim's face.

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“That's quite an impressive drawing.” You jumped as you felt someone's breath hit your shoulder. “Ha, thank you-” You turned around to meet the eyes of the douche from before, groaning internally.

“The zygomatic arch is too high, though, and the eyes are too close.” He rambled on while you took the criticism. You didn’t mind, you knew he was just trying to help or simply belittle you.

“Right, thanks…” You proceeded to take a picture of the drawing to compare it to the actual victim's face.

“I’ll be taking the skull now.” He grabs the tray with the skull on it, walking away quickly. He didn’t even ask you, you rolled your eyes. 

“Hi there, you must be the new mini Angela. I’m Fisher, one of the better-looking interns.” He introduced himself, a flirty smile appearing. 

“Oh, hi. It’s Y/N and yeah, I guess I am.” You laughed a little, liking his manners.

Well, Y/N, here are the inputs for the Angelatron. If you need anything, and I mean anything. I’m your guy.” He winks as he hands you a file. Well, thank you, I’ll take that into consideration.” You grabbed the file and watched as he walked away, taking a quick glance as he exited the office. Well, that was weird.” You chuckled to yourself, tucking your hair behind your ear. Your face feels hot. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

You finished creating the scenario in about half an hour, driven by the relief you’ll feel after finishing the case. You had concluded the victim fell downstairs and even found the building that matched the injuries. Now that you have completed your work, you have to consult with the interns. You walked to the door and inhaled. Gosh, why couldn’t this be easy? You slowly walked towards the platform, already feeling the sweat form in your palms. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP. The alarm went off as you climbed the platform, startling the interns and causing them to look at you. You were frozen and felt the heat rushing to your face. “Hah, don’t worry, I got you.” You watched as a young, pale man with blue eyes, blonde hair, and a strong build jogged toward you and swiped his card to stop the ringing. “It’s okay, it happens to everyone.” He sheepishly smiles, his eyes giving you comfort.

You continue to walk the stairs. “Thank you, uh.” “The name’s Wendell, nice to meet you.” He holds out his palm. “Fisher told us about you.” You shake his hand, feeling the calloused palm but a strong grip. You hoped he didn’t feel your sweaty palms. You watch as Wendell receives a glare and “dude” from Fisher. You shyly laugh, glancing at the rest of the interns; they do seem friendly-, not that one. The douche doesn’t even glance at you, ignoring him, you gave your attention to the rest of the interns.

“I just finished the scenario with the given inputs, just wanted to check if it was right.” You patted yourself on the back for correctly saying what you rehearsed. “I also got the set of stairs the victim fell down.”

The interns all looked at each other, You didn’t mess up, did you? Ugh, good job, Y/N; you just wasted their time. They talked with each other, using terminology you sort of understood. 

“How did you know it was a flight of stairs?” A handsome and tall brown-skinned man asked.

“I knew it was stairs, you guys, you didn't give me a chance to talk” A petite white woman squeaked.

“Daisy, all you ever do is talk,” Fisher stated, making the other interns snicker.

“It was the computer, really.” To avoid attention and the need to talk, you said. You walked back to the office, hearing their voices behind you. You picked up the tablet and played the scenario. “It’s the right scenario.” You nervously looked at the intern who spoke, it was the douche. But you couldn’t lie, approval from him was keeping you calm.

“What is the point of us if a machine figured out what six interns couldn't?” Dr.Clark exclaimed, and you giggled at his point.  

Well, thank you very much for consulting us,” Fisher said in a flirty tone. “Would you care for a cup of coffee later?” Your eyes widened as his tall complexion hovered over you. “Oh, um, well-” You nervously bit your lip as you felt the interns stare at you both.

“Come on, man, she just helped us. Do you want her to despise us next?” You watched as Arastoo pulled Fisher toward the door.

Ugh, come on, I haven’t been with a hot chick in a while; give me a break!” Fisher shouted as his voice began to break. You blushed at his compliment.

The interns began to leave, and with each one gone, you felt the relief you were looking forward to. 

“You lied.” 

You turned towards the rude intern, surprised to know he acknowledge your work. You crossed your arms and demanded proof. 

“The Angelatron cannot create solutions; it can only display the imputed information. You had to conclude that the victim fell down the stairs. Why didn’t you say that?” He demanded.

“I just didn’t think it was relevant, plus I didn't want to boast in front of a bunch of geniuses.” You turned off the Angelatron and started packing your things. 

“Boasting isn’t bad to do once in a while.” 

Well, that’s coming from a guy who doesn’t do anything but boasts,” You said as you walked past him, giving him a glare.

He grabs your arm. Unlike Wendell’s, his hands were soft and cold, giving you chills going down your back and butterflies in your stomach. You looked back at the sudden contact.

“Listen, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for what happened the other day. I will try to be better.” He tried to give you a smile but ended up looking like he was constipated. You just knew Angela was up to this.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” You gave him a proper smile.

“Seriously Wells? I was starting to like you.” You both turn your heads to see Fisher, looking at Wells’ hand holding your arm. You took your arm back, trying to conceal the blush on your face. As you were about to reply to Fisher, he got stolen by Arastoo again. You giggled, knowing these two would be good company. You began to walk away.

“Would you go on a date with-” You hoped he said himself  “Fisher?”

You stopped. “No,” you say, turning your face to glance at Wells, “he’s not my type.” He watched as you disappeared from his view, exhaling the breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He smiled to himself as he felt his heart beating out of excitement. Could he be your type?

#Bones #bones fanfiction #intern imagines #oliver wells #Oliver wells x reader #Bones x reader #Oliver x reader #oliver wells x reader #bones intern x reader #Brian Klugman #Brian Klugman x reader

[unsleepingtales]

Ravening! War! Reactions!

Aw yea baby we’re doing these again!

Aabria’s character. Shapeshifter? Or caster class who shifts a lot kind of like Fig?

Brennan is just in his element huh. Just playing a weird old guy.

Brennan and Aabria <3 they are FRIENDS

Oh Karna has secrets. I love her.

I am having thoughts about how when Brennan was starting acoc they tossed around the idea of having an in-party traitor but decided not to. Hmm. Would be interesting if that. Happened.

He’s gonna take a lil nap!

Delissandro was meant to be the hot guy of the season and I feel so bad that Colin Provolone is coming for him with a steel chair.

COLIN HERE HE COMES

#1 soaking wet (but not really he’s got a coat) grimy boy

You know what I take back my earlier statement. Delissandro and Colin fill very different niches. They don’t deserve to be pit against one another.

We’ll workshop it!

There’s a reason the first episode of a season is usually my favorite. Getting to learn about the characters that I get to spend the next couple months with and the relationships between them! So fun and cool!

AAA THE DOME

I really enjoy Matt’s narration style, his voice is kinda soothing

Karna casting Eldritch Blast?????? Right off the bat in public?????? Holy shit. Ok. Karna warlock confirmed (I think?? Lmk if other classes can cast it but last I checked only warlocks could cast Eldritch Blast.)

You know what you’re right. Something about the city does just make you wanna open up a coffee shop.

Brennan has so much fun playing religious characters. It’s great.

My man’s got visions?? Sick.

Cream filled blueberries? Cannot tell if that’s a great idea or not.

It makes you want to make licentious noises 😃

HEY EVERYBODY.

The bishop and colin I need more of this duo

Colin Provolone my love and my light

Ohohohoho we got the Bishop’s stats

Look at him taking one level of rogue <3 also Brennan playing a college of eloquence bard just feels right.

Ah the overwhelming horniness of fructera

Hey! House Rocks! Nice!

Matt why

Ooh family lore!

You look… conscious. [<- me talking to all of my friends during finals week]

Colin!

Just colin and the chieftess eating charcuterie in the corner, talking shit. Love that for them.

Epic highs and lows of Aabria rolls

“There is no light more welcome than that which first pierces the darkness” SHUT UP I loved him already ok

Come on, Provolone!

WHAT

WHAT

I love how much multiclassing we’ve got this season!

Colin Provolone 6 charisma my fucking beloved

Brennan and Lou’s little dance

So many rogues damn

He’s so little and he’s so weak 😔

So small

God what they’re doing with the dome is so cool

They’re so cool

All of them are so neat

Vinegar cream puff blueberries? Horrifying

Karna & Deli friendship?? Please???

Months passing???? Okay. Sure!

YEARS passing???

Looking forward to the next episode!

#verbal component #ravening war #colin #karna #deli #The Bishop #aabria #woe queue be upon ye #reac #reactions

[18catsreading]

Fabian: hi

Rat: hi there

Fabian: how are you?

Rat: I'm okay. You gonna come here and step on me?

Fabian: no, actually, we wanted to know more about the steppers.

Rat: well, all right

Fabian: what can you tell us?

Rat: there's a bunch of people who come here and step in us, and they attack us with swords, and they shoot spells.

Fabian: okay, great. Hey, okay --

Emily/Fig: can I Minor illusion Lucy Frostblade? Ask the last time it saw this girl.

Fabian: okay, do you see this person? When's the last time you saw them?

Emily/Fig: I do like a nice photo shoot, like a prom queen photo shoot.

Brennan: I just hit a nat 20 on this rat's history check.

Lou: okay!

Ally: this rat was best friends with Lucy before she died!

Brennan: you see the rat looks and he says [as Rat]: aw jeepers, she was always really nice.

Fig: did she have tension with the other ones?

Rat: well, you know, we didn't like her at first because she used to come here and kill us all the time. But some time last year or something like that she started to bring us back from the dead after her friends left.

Fabian: oh

Siobhan/Adaine: oh, that's nice

Fabian: that's so sweet

Siobhan/Adaine: that is nice

Emily/Fig: oh my goodness

Fabian: wait, is there a place that they hung out in the woods, or particularly liked? Did you guys ever have a --

Kristen: what's their zone

Fabian: -- a lair, or their nest?

Rat: they sorta hung out all over, but there's a place where I go sometimes because it was the last place I -- uh, I'm not supposed to say nothin'.

Fabian: No, no, no

Kristen: hey that's okay.

Fabian: You can talk to us.

Gorgug: what's it saying, Fabian?

Fabian: it's having kind of an emotional moment.

Fig: I know how to handle this! I'll minor illusion a sexy rat

Fabian: no, come on! Come on, dude! Dude!

Ally/Kristen: I step on the sexy rat

Rat: Aaaahhhhh!

Fabian: sorry, no! We're not those guys

Brennan: aaahhh! Aaahhh!

Kristen: sorry, sorry, that was fake! That was fake! She was so sexy

Brennan: aaahhhh!

Fabian: you know that's triggering for me!

Kristen: can you get a little rat stuffed animal out of your coat?

Fabian: you know that's triggering for me!!

Adaine: oh yes, a little rat

Ally/Kristen: we get a little rat stuffed animal out of the coat. It's extra tiny and it can hold it while it's --

Rat: it's like a Mannequin, like they have in rat stores.

Fabian: I'm sorry? I'm sorry? Wait, hold on, what'd you just say?

Rat: what?

Adaine: you have rat stores?

Rat: what?

Fabian: what'd you say? Rat store?

Rat: there's not a rat world under the school.

Adaine: what

Rat: what

Gorgug: I don't know what he's saying

Fabian: he's talking about rat stores under the school.

Gorgug: got it

Fabian: where you can get rat mannequins

Riz: steer it back! Steer it back, Fabian! All we hear is squeaking, steer him back!

Fabian: I'm sorry it's just interesting you know? Did you guys know about rat world? Now we do!

Gorgug: just keep going!

Riz: where was Lucy Frostblade?

Fabian: all right, nobody else wanted to eat the fucking tongue or the organs

Adaine: you volunteered!

Riz: you volunteered so hard!

Fabian: it made it better!

Ally/Kristen: I'm petting the rat, I'm trying to keep it kinda calm.

Brennan's rat's sort of crying a little bit

Kristen: aw, it looks sad

Fabian: I know it would be hard for you, but it would mean a great deal to us - and that person - if you could show us that place.

Rat: all right. I could take you. It takes about two days to get there.

Adaine: we can carry you!

Fig: oh that's two days for you

Riz: two days Rat Time

Kristen: tell him we could carry him

Fabian: we can carry you

Rat: okay

Fabian: we move faster than the wind

Fig: do you wanna ride -- ask him if he wants to ride the skateboard

Fabian: do you want to ride in a skateboard? Do they have those in your rat world?

Rat: a skateboard?

Kristen: make the battle sheet into a Baby Björn for the rat

Fabian: okay. We're gonna wrap you up and put you on the skateboard

Rat: Lucy used to call me Spot

Fabian: Spot?

Spot: mmhmm

Fig: tell him that we are to help Lucy and so if he can help us we can help Lucy

Fabian: we're trying to help Lucy, so if you can help us --

Brennan: go ahead and give me persuasion with advantage

Ally: yess

Emily/Fig: do you want a bardic?

Lou/Fabian: yea, can I get one? D8?

Emily/Fig: yea

Murph/Riz: be so careful

Lou: okay I got a 19 plus 8 so that's 27 [goes to Rolla. D8]

Murph: maybe you don't need it

Ally: you don't need it, then, you don't need it.

Murph: you could save it, right?

Ally: it could kill the rat, honestly. Imagine the Rat getting bonked in the head by a a fucking skateboard wheel.

Lou/Fabian: it's my bardic, so I think I would be the one.

Zac/Gorgug: it's up to you

Fabian: I mean, what do you guys ...? Eh. *Rolls the dice* 3! 30

Brennan: you see Spot goes [as Spot]: yea, absolutely! You can come with me right now. I'll show you where it is.

Fabian: fantastic

#brennan lee mulligan #dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #ep 9 vulture clash #siobhan thompson #lou wilson #ally beardsley #zac oyama #emily axford #brian murphy #smart Murph calling for a short rest #i fucking love Spot #the screaming whej Sexy Rat got stomped made me crack up

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 7🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 7 "Stress Tested"

Timestamp: 1:01:58

Video Length: 5min.

Fig talks to Zara about continuing Warlock classes + Impromptu Field Trip to the Bottomless Pit (‣Pt. 1 | Pt. 2)

Brennan: "I think if you wanted to talk to any of the teachers, you feel cool to talk-"

Emily: "I definitely wanna go to the Warlock."

Brennan: "Cool. I think, like, that night after the Twilight Ceremony is when Warlock class is anyway. So like 30 minutes later you're skateboarding into school and Zara says,"

Zara: "Ah, Miss Faeth, it is good to see you."

Fig: "Hi."

Zara: "Listen, I think I checked the roster. There's some paperwork that needs to go through. What- and I don't want to harsh your vibe."

Fig: "Right, right."

Zara: "What class on paper are you in?"

Fig: "I'm just sort of an off paper kinda person." 😂🤣💀

Zara: "Right, so you're trespassing?"

Fig: "Yeah." 😂😂

Zara: "Okay." 💀💀

Fig: "Okay, here's the deal. I think I like your class, and so I would like to keep coming."

Zara: "All right."

Fig: "So if there's a matter of paperwork, I'm willing to dot some i's and cross some t's."

Zara: "Perfect, I think this is a very wise decision. You are in Bard classes, I believe. But as long as you get permission from your Bard teacher."

Brennan: "You see she produces a contract, and a little thing of flame and it's an MCAT. She signs her name allowing you to multiclass into her class. She hands it to you and says,"

Zara: "The power of the Warlock is the power of the agreement, which is the power of the relationship. Where do you wish to draw your power from? And where do you feel that you are drawing it from now?"

Fig: "I am an archdevil of rebellion 'cause my dad was an archdevil of rebellion. Now he actually coaches-"

Zara: "Your dad is Gorthalax?"

Fig: "Yeah, Gorthalax is my dad."

Zara: "All right. Students, impromptu field trip!"

Brennan: *screaming* "And a burning sigil appears on the ground and you see a portal opens up, and you are looking at the Bottomless Pit. And you see Baby goes,"

Baby: "Oh, Mistress!"

Fig: "Hey, Wretchrot. Can we have a field trip?"

Baby: "Ah, yes! Everyone has to lick me!" 😂😂

Fig: "Well, he's the boss!"

Zara: "Is he the boss?"

Fig: "He is the boss I work for."

Zara: "Demon, no- Er, Devil" *hand motions* *magical surge* *abjures Wretchrot*

Baby: "Ah! She's killing me!" *flies away*

Brennan: "And all these Warlock students sort of, like, gingerly step through this flaming portal and you see yourself back in the Bottomless Pit. You see there's a bunch of harried-looking little spine devils and barbed devils going like,"

Devil: *grunting* "Mistress." *rubbing hands together*

Fig: "I had this actually other crazy idea. Sorry, I'm so all over the place. I was thinking we could set up a recording studio."

Devil: "A recording studio."

Fig: "Are you guys good sound technicians?"

Devil: "Hold on one second."

Brennan: "They open a pair of double doors. It is a sort of grand cathedral-esque waiting room with almost like city hall style pews. It is crammed with souls. It is just crammed with damned souls being like,"

Damned soul: "Oh, thank God."

Brennan: "And you see they come in and all the devils go,"

The devils: "We've been waiting to hear from you for some time. We're not sure how to process these. These are all edge cases and, sort of, we need a ruling on a lot of them."

Fig: "Ruling. Okay, blanket ruling: I condemn you all to rock!"

One guy way in the back: "Nooooo!"

Brennan: "And a bunch of other people start looking around and talking. And you see this one guy who's got like-"

Fig: "If you're here it's 'cause something ****** up happened in your life. Work it out in a ******* guitar, process through some nasty distorted amp. I want you to blow out the ******* electricity in here!"

Baby: *re-manifests* "Ha ha, you heard mistress. You must turn this room into the bangingest sound studio that the Nine Hells have ever seeeeen. And then lick meeee!" 😂😂

Fig: "You guys actually don't have to do that last part. Yeah."

The one guy way in the back: "Nooooo!"

Fig: "You can. You can."

Brennan: "And you see that all of these damned souls begin to toil in the burning heat. Then sort of start constructing, like, booths. So you see that one of the barbed devils goes- with a nasty cat of nine tails is like,"

Barbed devil: "Get foam!" *whip cracking*

Fig: "No, no, no. We can't do that."

Emily: "Can I take his little nine of cat tails and give him a guitar?"

Barbed devil: *starts playing a guitar*

Ally: "He's a noodler! Oh no, he's a noodler!"

Barbed devil: *weeping* "The music feels so good!" *keeps playing guitar*

Fig: "Okay. Yeah."

#dimension 20 #dimension20 #blog #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #stress tested #fantasy high stress tested #fantasy high junior year episode 7 #fhjy ep 7 #fantasy high scene #fantasy high junior year scene #dimension20 scene #queue #zara sool #brennan lee mulligan #baby #wretchrot #fig #figueroth faeth #fig faeth #emily axford #the bottomless pit

[nochiquinn]

exandria unlimited: calamity: episode 3: Within Ten Feet Of Me

I skipped the live airing for reasons of Being Real Fucked Up, I've got notepad up for watching the vod but idk how much actual liveblogging will take place (for reasons of Still Being Kinda Fucked Up)

(edit from the future: I AM NOW FUCKED UP FOR NEW, DIFFERENT REASONS)

"they were makin chicken noises"

"am I a snitch or am I a reporter to the people?"

lmao the sticky note over luis' macbook

MAP

"don't invoke artax"

MINIS

GRIFFON

"that's a big ol' brumestone!"

he goes ON THE GRIFFON

necromancy is so tacky

"so he has back problems"

"electives courses is important!"

"talk about the dragon, I gotta go get a dragon"

"heard you was talkin shit"

"miles' friend sucks"

attel spack

miles come get your friend

I didn't ask how big the room is

the fringe on marisha's shirt confuses me

oh I know that vertebra

"you have approximately one hour before you can't move"

"tight clump, the ideal d&d formation"

everybody just piling on to protect loquatius

"I just lay down and cry in the street"

rogues are whatever

loquatius is whatever

omnislash

muscle wizard casts fist

"KNEEL TRAITOR" "I kneel"

excuse

"they're gonna eat me"

"NO ONE'S EVER LIKED FIREWORKS"

"YOU THINK THIS IS THE TIME TO DO BITS?!"

"I made the wrong choices! D:"

fucking flayed men motherfuckers

reverse what now

"there's no ceiling" "YEAH"

"Sam Riegel Hurt My Feelings"

"it makes ground 👆 that way"

piratical dexterity

cast stab

stab a BUNCH

hasted paladin HASTED PALADIN

aabria's face rn

"I mean if you INSIST...."

RING OF FACES

"you're my best fucking friend"

oshkoshbgosh

I probably missed a bit bc twitch lost my place when I restarted my computer >:[

(honestly it's on me, I should have left a timestamp for myself)

"can [cerrit] see windows or"

por'co's impenetrable bubble

POP POP

circle of WHAT

necromantic dutch oven

Mutiny Has Only One Punishment

wesley snipes??

I have been informed the second half of this episode is A Lot

"I just beat them with Faerie Fire, guys"

"we're at a table. I can reach you."

this feels like when you have to go around the classroom and say something about yourself

double twenties means all the batteries are safe

"let it fix marisha!!"

"I'll excuse myself"

"you look really nice today" lays in the floor

lays in the floor about the whole conversation but that was the emotional damage capstone

"short the tithe" that feels unwise

"insight and deception into yourself"

"I wanna unpack THAT"

"there's one story of a faerie who stumbled into this world and fell in love"

"why are you like this"

"I'm actively dying"

"you asked to not remember" fuck the what

hwat

patia what did you DO

"I hold that title very dear and sacred - but I hold that title"

patia

"are you guys having like a cute divorce moment?" "shut UP"

cerrit: now is the time travis: I want the TEA

"none of this matters, and he does" hello 911 aabria iyengar and sam riegel are fuckiNG MURDERING ME

zerxus: zone of truth laerryn and loquatius: absolutely fucking not

hello 911 brennan lee mulligan is fucking murdering me

hey what the fuck

HEY LAERRYN

HEY LAERRYN WHAT THE F U C K

Generic Tablet Device

"she doesn't trade in gold, but rather her grandfather's name" WOW

"I'm glad I killed you"

"your eminence...what the fuck"

25??

it's gonna be weird going back to the low-level chaos gremlins and not getting all these big numbers

"I leave." and I walk away

only, y'know. furious.

"I'm gonna go take care of mine now"

"you guys are very good at playing D&D!!"

by your powers combined

Time to Tree

"the biggest mistake I ever made was not trusting you" lays in the floor

"you already saved me once, maybe I can return the favor"

quay is gonna die bc he is a sam riegel character and I am going to cry

"the tree is ruining my cool magic"

aabria going from muttering death threats at the tree to "YOU SPEAK PRIMORDIAL?!?!" is very funny to me

"Iiiiii chose dwarvish"

hey laerryn

hey laerryn whatcha doin

that's a trick question I know what you're doing please stop

initiative??

against laerryn???

hey what the fuck??

hey what the f u c k??

big You Activated My Trap Card energy

"choose wisely. but choose."

patia: fuck y'all, I got shit to do

it's always fucking bears

sam riegel, forever drunk on Love My Wife juice

up to and including if the wife is fictional

(or yeza)

laerryn got LAIR ACTIONS

lou going under the fucking table

"do I get advantage if I roll from down here?"

Is He Within Ten Feet Of Me

"I need you to make this decision, I can't because I'll cheat" you know what A+ self-awareness

brennan that's so many dice

"go find my die!"

"what are we even doing now?" EXCELLENT QUESTION

"never trust a motherfucker with a cause"

there's only 20 minutes left in this episode and I Am Experiencing Fear

oh shit it's his mom

brennan how are you doing that with your voice

oh the LITERAL big bang, okay

the frantic note taking

"not fear at what I'm seeing, fear at what you're doing"

and it WORKS kdjfslk I'm going to die

EXCUSE ME

would that also blight them?!?!?

oh no

travis I will FIGHT YOU

I'm suing travis willingham for emotional damages

brennan's going in the suit

oh what in the fullmetal alchemist

I'm going to die

but that's bullshit tho! if they were gonna take advantage of it they would whether they knew what it was for or not!

HISTORY IS IMPORTANT

#critical role #exandria unlimited #spoilers #liveblog #reaction post #crititag #exutag

[blu3b3rry-bl4st]

Totally not the answer your expecting hey. But that's the thing. If you never give.ke the benefit of being able to explain myself cause you wanna go gossip to family (which I know y'all do, how are you gonna talk to me being like "don't tell this person I tell you this", and then expect me too believe you haven't done the same.tbung too me. Y'all be giving yourselves away too just by how in sync y'all are and aware of my every move), then how am I really supposed to ever stick up for myself and tell you what's good. I know Brennan did crack. I'm not Brennan alright. And I've had my fill. I am incapable of being treated like something I'm not just cause someone else in the family went through it. And I hate to make Brennan the example. But he's aware he's made.mistakes.too so. So you guys need to figure your shit out. I'm not putting up with it anymore and I will just start removing you guys from my life. Got too much shit going on and too many goals to get caught up because my family wants.to.talk shit behind my back.

[criticalrolo]

if anyone wanted to know what I aspire to be in every possible fukcing way

#brennan lee mulligan #game changer #hey guys i wanna BE brennan