DpxDc AU: Soulmates only meet in the afterlife...And Danny is dead half of the time. 

It was the general consensus that Soulmates did indeed exist, and that there were a couple of hints to know if your soulmate was, but you wouldn’t know for certain until you died. This was often devastating for widows of non-soulmates but... Widows could hear the voices of and feel the phantom touches of their Soulmates. That after their loved one passed away, they didn’t truly leave them. 

Soulmates always traveled to the infinite realms together in a pair, unwilling to pass on without the other. This leads to the ghosts that seemingly never moved on and gave Danny so much grief, they needed to pass the time until their loved one died some how. 

Danny dies and feels himself talking to himself more often while transformed into Phantom, kicking butt and taking names aside. Just small things to reassure himself, nothing more than an instinct to process the situation he was in with this insane life he was living. 

I’m going to be okay, I’m going to get out of this.

I swear to all the ancients that Casper High better make a statue in my honor. 

Mom and Dad don’t mean it. 

The fundraiser to rebuild Poltergeist Avenue is going to be ridiculous.

Mom and Dad wouldn’t mean it if they really knew. 

Nasty burger really should rebrand but my goodness is this the best shit ever. 

It takes a few years to think about the fact that he might have a soulmate who could hear him- how unlikely would that be though? It’s not like he was haunting the person, so it probably wasn’t any big issue. Was there a proximity thing involved? Clockwork sighs and gives him no true answers. 

...

Tim has been hearing the voice of his Soulmate for years. Not...All the time though. He’d mapped out the time frame by which he did hear the additional male voice, accumulated enough data to determine a general profile and geotagged a few of the landmarks mentioned to find the most likely town. Restaurants, street names, highschools, and notable names all help Tim to find what he’s looking for. The concerning amount of comments on his soulmates parents make Tim’s blood boil and motivate him all the more. 

Thing is...Amity Park is under a complete media blackout. The challenge nearly makes him swoon, as if his dead soulmate were leading him towards his favorite hobby (taking down corrupt groups of assholes with too much power, cult or government, was his ideal pass time). He just wants to know who his soulmate was. He wants to know who is waiting for him. 

Arriving undercover and unannounced as a random tourist, Tim cannot find his soulmates grave. Can’t find anything about the person who died all those years ago and had spoken in his ear ever since. He’s about to storm the Mayor’s office, his plans for the GIW already in motion, when a ghost attack begins. 

Phantom arrives and suddenly Tim understands who exactly he’s been looking for. Getting into the crosshairs of the fight, Tim pulls a few RR moves and Phantom cautiously approaches him after capturing the assailant ghost. 

“I’m here because you’re my soulmate, and it’s very interesting that you only talk to me during non-business hours. Care to explain what you’re doing between 9 am and 3 pm, Monday through Friday?” 

“Uh... High school mostly. Wait you can hear me? You’re my soulmate?” 

Cue Danny de-transformation, explanation of his death and ability to die on command, and Tim’s very softball interrogation with his presentation on how he found Danny through the small conversational phrases.

They kiss as the GIW headquarters explode in the background.

Maybe pt. 1

Pairing: Norm MacLean X Female Reader or OC (3rd person perspective because I dislike writing in 2nd )

Former friends to a relationship?

Life is pretty easy in Vault 33 until you're trying to rekindle a former friendship and raiders attack. Now, our main characters are trying to navigate newfound feelings all while undercovering the mysteries of Vault 33. Stay tuned. Follows the main storyline of season 1; some events may be reordered for plot.

I was feeling the lack of Fallout series fics and decided to contribute. Enjoy :)

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Part 4 Here Part 9 Here

Part 5 Here Part 10 Here

Part 6 Here Part 11 Here

Another day, another performance review. And this one was going as well as the others; his dad will be pleased when he hears about this one. 

Norm shifted uncomfortably in his chair as the proceeding council reviewed their notes. Betty Pearson. Woody Thomas. Reg McPhee. These people would decide if he stayed on this current “career” track of information maintenance or if he was to be demoted once again. Not that it mattered. He didn’t mind working; on the contrary, it gave it him something to do with his day, but every job was the same. Janitorial. Kitchen duty. All lacking purpose, significance, meaning. Yes, these daily tasks kept the Vault Dwellers in 33 alive, but they were anything but fulfilling. Was this all to life in the Vault?

Woody looks up from his paperwork and begins to speak, breaking Norm’s existential train of thought. 

“Are you aware that, at every job you’ve been assigned to, your performance review has been “lacks enthusiasm?” 

Norm smirks. “No, but that sounds accurate.” 

Woody seems taken aback by the retort. They always are; no matter how many witty jabs Norm throws their way, it’s always a surprise for them. He guesses because no one else in the vault interacts this way. It’s out of the norm, unexpected, and breaks the conventions for how conversations are “supposed” to go in the vault. You’re supposed to follow the script, but that’s tedious and exhausting. Breaking it is much more entertaining. 

The former Overseer, Betty Pearson, spoke up next. “We’re trying to work with you, Norm. Find your best fit, make you the best version of yourself. You’ve currently been working with Computers and Information maintenance. How do you like that?” 

Another smirk. “I lack enthusiasm.” 

Now, it’s Betty’s turn to react. Her neutral smile drops to a frown, and her eyes shift off Norm as she breathes out an “uh-huh.”She has to have realized it by now, right? She’s not a dumb woman, but she has to know these motivation tactics won’t work. Norm decides he’s going to have to spell it out. 

“It’s a predicament, isn’t it? How do you demote someone who equally dislikes every job he’s ever worked?” 

“I suppose it is.” 

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He’s not entirely sure if the council let him off easy or if an additional chance at his performance review next week was their attempt at an act of torture. Either way, it doesn’t change anything; it just delays the inevitable. That thought carried him through his lunch break and distracted him from his to-do list for the morning. Another piece of evidence for that performance review, he thinks. Norm sighs and stretches his arms before he stands to make his way through the expanse of corridors down to the main cafeteria, where he gets into the lunch line. The vault dwellers move forward one by one, slow and orderly, until he’s at the front of a stack of metal trays. He picks up a tray that is cool to the touch and reaches up to the counter to grab the plate from the cafeteria staff. He doesn’t even have to look down to know what’s on his plate; he already knows. Every Monday the same. A helping of overly processed cram, alongside the assorted corn and vegetables grown in the vault and a table all to himself.

Norm grabs his usual seat and digs in, oblivious to the fact that someone has been awaiting his arrival. Distracted from thoughts of this morning, he doesn’t even hear her approach the opposite side of his table. Lost in thought, he doesn’t look up until he hears her clear her throat and ask if she can join him. When he finally does, he is surprised to see the face staring back at him. (Y/FN, LN). Their eyes meet, and she poses the question again. 

“Mind if I join you?” 

“Uhh, no. Not at all. Go ahead.” Norm gestures to the open seat. When was the last time he and (Y/N) shared lunch? It was so long ago. It had to be while they were still in school, before graduation. When they would enjoy their short period of freedom between history and math lessons together, maybe it's been longer. Those moments before adulthood felt like a different lifetime ago. 

While Norm was ruminating on the past (Y/N) pops the tab on her can of purified drinking water and takes a short sip before saying, “I heard about your performance review.”

“Word travels quickly around here. I suppose you’re here to scold me?” Norm offers with a playful smile. The exchange feels familiar, even though it’s not one they’ve had in a while. Some part of him wishes that wasn’t the case, but it's easier this way. 

“The opposite, actually.” 

Now, he’s the one confused—what a rarity. His smile drops, and Norm is sure his confusion is written all over his face. 

(Y/N) continues, not meeting his gaze. “I just wanted to say that, well, Norm, your defiance streak lately was kind of a wake-up call about how I’ve been feeling for so long, but I couldn’t place. I’m so tired of playing a character I’m not; life’s too short for that.” She looks up and laughs slightly, trying to lighten the mood. “ Look, I don’t want this to be that deep, but I wanted you to know that someone else feels the same way and has your back if you need it. We don’t have to suffer the toxic positivity of Vault 33 alone.” She doesn’t give him time to respond. Satisfied (Y/N) gathers her belongings and rises from the table, stopping before she turns away to shoot Norm a raised fist, a symbolic gesture of their supposed defiant solidarity, and a “See you around, okay?”  

“Yeah, definitely.” He manages back as she walks away. Well, there goes any chance of completing today’s to-do list, Norm thinks as he lets his forehead fall to the table. 

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“Okay, let’s run through my application remarks one more time. I only have a couple more days to prepare,” Lucy says, shuffling her notecards at the family dinner table, in between bites of her Salisbury steak. “Alright, give it to us again. Norm and I will get our notes ready,” Hank responds, winking toward Norm.

Norm is only half listening; he’s heard Lucy’s marriage appeal for the Triennial Trade a half-dozen times. And her remarks don’t matter anyway. One, she’s the Overseer’s daughter, and the council would be nuts to deny her application request, and even if that weren’t the case; two, she’s basically the poster child for being raised in Vault 33. Checks every box. Everyone knows this except for Lucy. It’s a trait he admires in his sister: her humility. But he’s genuinely happy for his sister. At least someone is getting the life they want. 

While Norm was lost in thought for what felt like the millionth time today, Lucy and Hank had apparently finished their conversation regarding her remarks and since moved on to a different topic of dinner-time conversation. “So, I heard Norm had lunch with a girl today,” Lucy said playfully, emphasizing the word girl. Gaining Norm’s full attention as he shot daggers Lucy’s way. “There we go, Norm! Anyone I know?” Hank directed at Norm in a dad-joke-style attempt at humor. He’s the Overseer; of course, he knows her. 

“Uh, yeah. It was (Y/N).” 

“(Y/N). Lovely girl. Wasn’t she at the top of your class, Norm? Now, that would be a good match, especially since you two used to hang out so much as kids.” 

“It’s not like that; we were just talking about work.” 

“Uh-huh, “work.” Yeah, I get it,” Hank offers with another wink and a thumbs up. Earning an eye-roll from Norm and a chuckle from Lucy. “You forget that before I met your mother, I was quite an eligible bachelor in Vault 31.” “Please don’t,” Norm begged. “Fine, fine,” Hank resigned with his hands up, “but seriously, Norm, I haven’t seen that girl without a book in front of her face in a long time, and now, she’s chatting with you at lunch. That could be something.”

“Or it could be nothing; let’s drop this, please.” 

Once Hank’s attention shifted from his children to the remainder of his meal, Norm leaned in slowly towards Lucy and whispered, “Oh, by the way, I will be getting you back for that.” Lucy turned her body towards him and simply stuck out her tongue. Battle flags were raised, pistols at dawn.

ok i love dealer remus but i am jamie’s girl all the way so what about reader being dealer!james’ fave customer and he always takes extra care w them and goes above and beyond for them🫶🏼

(ps i absolutely adore everything you write and i hope you are having a wonderful day/night and you deserve the world)

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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"That's a lot of weed." You raise your eyebrows, glancing down at the canvas tote bag that James brings to the door.

He laughs, long and deep in his chest, "No, lovely, 's not all weed. It's in there, 'promise. I just had some other stuff I was looking to pawn."

Digging in the bag rewards you with a glittery pink lighter, something you guarantee James didn't just have on hand, and a tupperware of blueberry muffins.

"I didn't order these," You eye him cautiously, "You oversaturate them, Potter, they're too strong."

"No! No, they're not- uh, they're not edibles," He runs a hand through his curls, "They're just muffins."

"You just had 9 muffins lying around?" You cock your hip out, and James's eyes follow your shift in movement.

"Christ, can't a man have muffins in his own home without getting interrogated?" He huffs, "If you're an undercover cop, tell me now, so I can take back the weed."

"James," You glance down at the final item in the bag, "Why is your sweater in here?"

"'Cause it's yours," He leans against the doorframe, "Remember? You left it at my place last movie night."

"This isn't mine," You laugh, you lent it to me so I gave it back."

"Yeah, but I told you to keep it," He pushes your hand away where you're trying to hand it back to him, "Just- promise me you'll wear it when you smoke?"

Your brows furrow, "Why?"

Because James wants you to associate his smell with the feeling of being high. He wants to trigger that weightless, blissful feeling of weed whenever he brushes up against your side, or tilts his freshly-shampooed head towards you with a bounce of his curls. He supposes he's conditioning you into loving him, because he's not sure it'll naturally occur.

"No reason," He cocks his head to the side, sending you a sweet grin, "Enjoy the muffins, darling."

6x10 "In A Flash" Synopsis (from official press release w/ more info and guest cast)

A dry thunderstorm rolls over LA, bringing in a series of lightning strike emergencies for the 118 and leaves a first responder's life hanging in the balance. Athena and May go undercover at the rehab facility to help Bobby with his investigation into his sponsor's mysterious death. Maddie dreads her parents visit to her and Chimney's new and unfinished house, while Chimney get a surprise of his own from a visiting Albert in the all-new "In A Flash" winter premiere episode of 9-1-1 airing Monday, March 6 (8:00-9:01 PM ET/PT) on FOX. (NIN-610) (TV-14 L, V)

Cast: Angela Bassett as Athena Grant; Peter Krause as Bobby Nash; Jennifer Love Hewitt as Maddie Buckley; Oliver Stark as Evan "Buck" Buckley; Kenneth Choi as Howie "Chimney" Han; Aisha Hinds as Henrietta "Hen" Wilson; Ryan Guzman as Eddie Diaz; Corinne Massiah as May Grant; Gavin McHugh as Christopher Diaz

Guest cast: John Harlan Kim as Albert; Gregory Harrison as Phillip Buckley; Dee Wallace as Margaret Buckley; David Young Lee as Sang; Jennie Baek as Myung; Declan Pratt as Denny; Bryan Safi as Josh Russo

(Sang is also known as Chimney's dad)

9-1-1 6x10 "In A Flash" Promo - A dry thunderstorm rolls over LA, bringing in a series of lightning strike emergencies for the 118 and leaves a first responder's life hanging in the balance. Athena and May go undercover at the rehab facility to help Bobby with his investigation into his sponsor's mysterious death. Maddie dreads her parents visit to her and Chimney's new and unfinished house, while Chimney get a surprise of his own from a visiting Albert in the all-new “In A Flash” winter premiere episode of 9-1-1 airing Monday, March 6th on FOX.

Hey can I request for your follower celebration:

No 19 from hand holding, no 20 from hugging, no9+6 from kisses please

And congratulations on this milestone you deserve ur completely!!!

Thank you so so much!! <3

These prompts are: Hand-holding 19: playing with each other’s fingers / Hugs 20: cuddling / Kisses 6: slow kisses / Kisses 9: first kisses

Mondays suck, so I hope this makes anyone who needs it smile :)

-x-

Reflecting Light

The first time they kiss, it’s an accident. 

aka: The one where Aaron Hotchner and Emily Prentiss go on their first date.

Words: 2k

Warnings: Rated T, some suggestive themes

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

The first time they kiss, it’s an accident. 

Later they’d argue about who leant in first, who took the step they’d both been avoiding for years, but ultimately it doesn’t matter. What they both remember is the desperation they felt for each other. How their teeth clashed because of it, how he tore her shirt open because he wanted to touch her. Remnants of their night together left on each other's skin in the form of fingerprint bruises on her thighs, and red tracks left by her nails on his back. 

It was only afterwards, both of them still heaving in breaths that didn’t quite fill their lungs, their sweaty skin making them stick to each other, that he asks her on a date.

Any fear Emily may have had that it was a mistake, that this would ruin things between them, disappear as Aaron seemingly blurts out the invitation against her collarbone without thinking about it. She’d pulled back to look at him, the slightly nervous look on his face endearing, as if she’d say no. Her response had been to kiss him, tasting the relief on his tongue as he correctly takes it as a yes. 

It takes almost two weeks for them to arrange their date, and Emily thinks it's the longest two weeks of her life. He turns into the gentleman she’d always known him to be, refusing to go any further than kissing her in the interim between their night together and their date, as if he hadn’t fucked her on her kitchen counter. Her skin tingles whenever he’s near, the memory of his touch, how he’d taken her apart so expertly, enough to make her lose concentration at the most inconvenient of times. More than once someone else on the team had caught her drifting off at work, her mind blank of anything except him. 

The only comfort she found in it was that he was just as affected as she was. That she’d somehow got under his skin, making a man who was usually so reserved slightly on edge, as if the memories of their night together were also on a loop in his head. Doomed to play on repeat until they could be together again. 

She smiles at her reflection in the mirror, pleased with what she sees. The black dress was similar to the one she’d worn to go undercover with the Viper, a fleeting memory of how Aaron had looked at her that day flashing across her mind as she chose what to wear. Her heels are black too, the red sole matching the new underwear she’d bought specifically for the evening, well hidden under her dress. She adjusts her hair, letting it lay naturally over her shoulders, and hears a knock on her front door. 

She makes quick work of walking across her apartment, opening the door without delay, and smiling widely at him as he comes into view. 

“Hi,” she says, her eyes meeting his, her stomach flipping as he smiles too, handing her a bunch of carnations, expertly organised in a bouquet she knew would have set him back a fair amount. 

“Hi,” Aaron replies, leaning in to kiss her cheek, her heels making them almost the same height.

“Thank you for the flowers. Come in,” she says, taking a step back and letting him pass her into her apartment, “I’ll put these in water before we go.” 

Aaron nods, closing her door behind him, and it isn’t lost on him that the last time he was here was when everything changed between them. He swallows thickly, suddenly feeling unsure about everything. His outfit, the flowers. Insecurity he wasn’t used to washing over him like a wave. 

“Sorry if the flowers are too much of a cliche,” he says, watching as she pulls out a vase and puts water in it, turning to look at him with a curious look on her face, “It’s been a long time since I went on a date and I forgot what the protocol is,” he explains, and she simply smiles at him, placing the flowers in the vase, “And I know you like lilies, but I read somewhere they were poisonous to cats, and I didn’t want to start this off by killing Sergio.” 

As if he knew he was being talked about Sergio meows from the couch, popping his head up so he was in view before he settles back down. 

“Aaron,” Emily says, drawing his attention back to her, now much closer than she had been when he’d been distracted by the cat, her hand on his chest, “I love the flowers, thank you.” 

She smiles as he nods, his nervousness still obvious, and she finds it endearing. It was something she never could have predicted he’d be like when they first met. She knew enough to understand the last time he’d asked someone out had been when he’d asked out Haley, and he’d been a teenager then. Young and full of confidence that life slowly draws out of you, the answer to the question ‘what could go wrong’ one they both knew a little too well. 

She grabs the lapel of his jacket and pulls him closer, pressing her lips firmly to his, smiling when he responds immediately, his hand finding its place on her lower back. The dip there as if it was made for him. When she pulls back her eyes meet his and she bites her lip, a failed attempt to contain her smile.

“Usually when someone is nervous I tell them to imagine the other person naked,” she says, her smile transforming into a smirk, “But you don’t have to really imagine me naked.” 

He chokes out a laugh, the tension in his shoulders lessening slightly, “Em.”

“It’s true,” she shrugs, stamping her lips against his again, her face becoming serious as she pulls back, “You have nothing to be nervous about, ok? We both want this.” 

Aaron doesn’t understand the power she has over him. How she’s so easily placated the concerns he’d been secretly harbouring since he asked her out, endorphins still flooding through his system as she lay naked against him. He doesn’t understand it but he’s grateful for it, pleased that for the first time in a long time, someone cares enough to notice. 

“Ok.” 

Emily smiles and he leans in to kiss her, pulling her slightly closer. 

“We should get going,” she whispers against his lips, “You promised me dinner.” 

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They’d been to dinner countless times before. Their friendship built into something new after she returned from Paris, his level of understanding of what she’d survived the closest anyone could get. 

He’s grateful that this doesn’t feel any different. That the conversation between them flows just like it usually does, the air between them light and free from awkwardness. The only differences are how close they sit to each other. Emily slowly got closer throughout the night, scooting in the booth towards him. He places his hand over hers on the table, linking their fingers together as they finish their wine. 

She’s on him as soon as they get into her apartment, the embargo he’d placed on anything more affectionate than making out lifted the moment they pay the bill at the restaurant. They make it to her bed this time, a trail of their clothes left throughout her apartment, Sergio watching them with a mix of confusion and judgement as they close the bedroom door, leaving him in the living room. 

Their first time had been fuelled by passion. A spark turning into a flame, a fire engulfing them both as they gave into the feelings they’d both pretended weren’t there for years. 

This time it’s different. 

It’s slow, pleasure creeping up on them both as they explore each other again. Slow and steady like a tide making its way up a beach. Love they wouldn’t name washing each other as they curl together under her sheets, spent and breathless. 

Emily cuddles up to his side and places her head on his shoulder, smiling into his chest when he wraps his arms tightly around her.

“Worth the wait?” He asks, kissing the top of her head, and she chuckles, not able to find it in herself quite yet to even try to take him down a peg or two. 

She hums in response, reaching out for his hand and linking their fingers together, “Just don’t make me wait another two weeks next time.” 

She plays with his fingers, marvelling at the strength he held in his hands as she runs her thumb up and down his skin. He touched her like she was made of something precious, revering her in a way she didn’t remember experiencing before. It was strange to think what she’d seen him do with them over the years. How a gun would look like nothing more than a toy in his hands. 

How he’d once beaten a man to death with them, the scars on his knuckles still there now, rough beneath her fingertips. 

She enjoyed the duality of him. How he was hard and soft at the same time. His rough edges different to hers, and she liked to think that's what made them fit together so well. 

“So there’s definitely a next time?” 

She stops her study of his hands and looks up at him, her palm pressed into his chest so she can sit up a little straighter. She frowns at him, but any annoyance she might have felt is gone before it can catch light, the same nervousness she’d seen in her kitchen when he gave her the flowers visible on his face. 

“Of course, there’s a next time,” she says, sitting up and encouraging him to do the same. She throws her leg over his lap, making sure they are chest to chest, and she loops her arms around his neck. Aaron’s arms wrap around her, his hands finding her back automatically as if magnetised to her. She leans forward and kisses him slowly, her hands moving up into his hair, holding him in place as he pulls her impossibly closer. She pulls back and smiles at him, “Why wouldn’t there be?” 

He doesn’t know how to put it into words, how to explain to her that he felt inadequate. That everything about her made him wonder what she saw in him. He wasn’t sure how she could see past his baggage, all of his scars both mental and physical when he couldn’t do that himself. 

“Don’t you think you could do better than me?” 

It surprises her, and makes her pull back just enough so she can see his entire face to see if he was joking. When she sees he’s serious she frowns, her hand leaving the back of his neck to push the hair from his forehead, messing it up even more than she had earlier. 

“There isn’t anyone better than you,” she replies, and he laughs humourlessly, making her frown deepen, “I mean it, Aaron,” she says, firmer this time, “You’re handsome and funny and kind. And really fucking good in bed,” she smiles when he laughs, the vibration of it passing from his chest to hers, “And you got me flowers. You’re…” she pauses, briefly worried she’s about to say too much, but she carries on, “You’re everything,” she cups his cheek, “And you’re not the only one with a past.” 

Aaron leans forward slightly, shaking his head at himself because of course she’d figured it out. She was incredibly good at her job. At reading him. He lifts his head again and looks at her, shifting her closer again.

He kisses her this time, holding her in place as he presses his lips against hers. He takes his time, imprinting this, her, into his memory. Well aware that this was the start of something special. The start of them. 

She pulls back when she’s breathless and leans her forehead against hers briefly before she looks at him. She didn’t need to say the words, and he didn’t need to hear them. Affection and love neither of them would confess to yet reflecting in her eyes. 

He knew she could the same reflecting back at her.

-x-

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My Crazy Life- Part 1

Summary: Y/n is an undercover detective working for Lestrade. When she finally returns back to her normal work, things take a turn for the stranger and she finds herself wrapped up in Sherlock. She comes to adore him but things take a turn when her past comes to test her.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, crazy ex

Word Count: 2,363

A/N: I’ve had this fic buried in my wips for almost a year. Enjoy :)

You were in a rush that day. MONDAY. Your 2 hour work break became a 30 minute break so you were waiting impatiently for your favorite soup to be done at the coffee shop. Granted, it was only 9:40 in the morning but damn you needed their chicken pot pie soup. Little did you know, a certain John Watson was waiting for the same thing. He shuffled in place, checking his watch for the second time in as many minutes. He clears his throat which causes you to turn around to check out the noise. Your eyebrows went up in surprise at seeing the famous detective’s best friend. 

John caught your eye contact and smiled nervously, “Uh… Hi.” 

“Hi.” you grinned. 

“Y/N!” THe barista shouted.

Turning back to the counter you nodded a thanks to the girl and took the bag out of her hand. As you’re walking to the door you turn your head around slightly for one last look. John held his hand up to say goodbye and you smiled, giving a slight wave back. This definitely made your day better. And back to work you went. You dreaded seeing your coworker but knew a shift with her couldn’t be that bad. 

~8 HoUrS lAtEr~ 

The end of the day came. You were wrong. It could be that bad. The fire department ended up having to come out. How could it be that someone much older than me needs supervision? Ridiculous. It was nearing 6 o’clock now and you were supposed to be off at 5:30. You shook your head and sighed. Stepping outside you felt the cool air and the rain sprinkling. You were so glad you walked to work that day, cloudy rainy London was your favorite weather. You popped open your umbrella and started walking, allowing your mind to reminisce on the morning events. You wondered if you would ever meet the great detective himself. Finally you arrive home and shut the apartment door slowly with a sigh. After violently kicking your shoes off you plop down into your arm chair. Ring ring ring. You groaned and tossed your head back. You leaned over and picked up the phone. 

“Hello?” You said tired.

“Good news, Y/n.”

“Hmm?”

“You don’t have to be undercover at the store anymore. One of the delivery boys confessed and the whole operation is down.”

“Oh thank fuckin god.” You palmed your forehead. 

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry Inspector Lestrade,” you say hurriedly trying to regain your composure, “I meant thank you sir.”

“Much better. You’ll be paired up with Anderson again tomorrow morning. Rest well.” 

With that, he hung up and you slammed the receiver down, collapsing with a groan at the thought of working with Anderson. The most annoying twat of a man to exist.

~The Next Day~

You shuddered involuntarily. You had seen a lot over the years but this was new. The man lay flat on his back, his eyes open in a dead stare at the ceiling. He was covered in blood and bruises. The part that gave you chills was the large hockey puck stuck halfway in the corpses mouth, distorting his face into a ghoulish grin. 

“I need everyone out for 2 minutes.” A cool voice stated. 

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows and turned in your crouch looking for the person who just spoke. You gave a shocked expression when you saw him. The great Sherlock Holmes. Anderson and Donovan always complained about him but you found him utterly fascinating. “Uhhhh…”

“I need room to think.”

“Hey- you’re that girl from the coffee shop- uh. Y/n right?” John asked.

“Uh yeah.”

“How come we’ve never seen you before?” John questioned.

“I’ve been undercover for a while.”

“Hmm…” Sherlock cocked an eyebrow and studied you for a moment, “You can stay.”

Anderson started, “But what about-”

“NO.” Sherlock raised his voice, sending a grumbling Anderson away to close the door hard on his whiny exit.

“Time of death, Watson?” John checked the corpses eyes.

“Approximately eight hours ago.”

Sherlock muttered, “So about 2 am?” Using a pen, Sherlock lifted its upper lip, “Broken teeth. He wasn’t as careful this time like he was with the other one. He was in a rush.” Sherlock tilted his head and started to walk around like a vulture. 

“Other?” You questioned - immediately regretting it. The men paused and stared at you.

“You don’t know?” John asked. 

Sherlock answered for you, “Of course she doesn’t. She’s been undercover and with a coworker like Anderson, I’m sure she needs to be caught up still.” 

Your face flushed and you silently cursed Anderson. He was going to be getting an earful from you later.

“Interesting…” Sherlock pulled a strand of hair from the dead man’s hand. 

“Inspector Lestrade!” 

Lestrade strode in, “Yes, Sherlock? What did you find?”

Sherlock placed the hair in an evidence bag. “Run DNA tests on this, whoever it belongs to is the one who killed this man.”

With that, Sherlock walked out the door, John in tow. 

“Have a good day.” He turned to you and slightly smiled. You grinned like a fool watching the pair walk away. You knew a great many adventures lie ahead with Mr. Holmes.

Going down the stairs, Sherlock remarked coolly. “You should ask her out.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You should ask y/n out on a date. You got flustered seeing her.”

“Alright,” John nodded, “I will. Wait for me?”

Sherlock absent mindedly nodded, standing still on the sidewalk by John. John thought you looked like an angel the way you descended the staircase. You gave a big smile, seeing Sherlock and John outside the apartment. 

“Did you guys wait for me?” 

“Yeah- I was wondering if you would like to go out and get fish and chips with me tomorrow? At lunch?” John spoke fast.

“Sure.” You smiled back, eyes darting to Sherlock’s face. 

Sherlock tilted his head, a quizzical look in his eyes at the way you glanced to him. 

~ Months Later ~

Was it wrong that you felt excited when a new murder popped up? Granted you weren’t excited about people dying but you knew there was a chance that Sherlock would  be there. Over the past couple months you had grown increasingly fond of the Detective. One would dare say you were even crushing on him. You swore you would take that secret to your grave. Unfortunately, you still felt the need to squeal, like some school girl. You let it slip one day to Donovan and she barked a laugh. 

“Seriously? Of all the guys in the world and you’re into the freak?”

“He’s not a freak.” You defended, cheeks burning. 

Donovan huffed teasingly, “Whatever. You were always a little weird anyway.” 

Your phone buzzed in unison with hers and you both looked down to check to find a text from Lestrade on another case. You were so close to being done with your shift. Gear was almost all packed away. 

Donovan huffed again in irritation, “Our job is never really done, is it?”

You shook your head with a bitter laugh and followed her out the door. 

~At The Scene~

When you arrived, the scene had already been taped off. One of the EMT’s was outside puking. It seemed like it was going to be chalked up to a messy break in gone wrong when one of the techs yelled. One of the bookshelves looked out of place so when the tech moved the shelf to see what was behind, he saw the wall. Lestrade called another tech to help move the shelf. There on the line green wallpaper, dripping in blood was a symbol. You stepped into the room to see symbol and your blood turned cold. You had seen that symbol before. 

Anderson passed by you with a smirk, “What’s wrong miss pale face? Never seen writing in blood before?” 

Your hand flew up to Anderson’s forearm in an attempt to steady yourself. 

“N- n- nuh- “ your eyes rolled back and you collapsed, Anderson lurching forward with the sudden increase of dead weight pulling on his arm. 

“Medic!” He shouted. 

You started to come to as they were loading you in the ambulance. One of the paramedics leaned over you, 

“Hey, can you tell me what your name is?”

“Y/n.” You muttered weakly.

“Awesome. Do you remember what happened y/n?”

You shook your head no.

“You fainted, and we’re taking you to the hospital to check your head just in case, okay?”

“Ok.” You closed your eyes again, the lights were practically blinding you, the smell of the sanitary ambulance flooded you as you somewhat enjoyed the great grumbling feeling the ambulance gave off as it started to move. You gave a little giggle. It was like being in a dragon. Oh yeah... I am definitely concussed.

~At the Hospital~

“Heard you fainted.” The detective tsked. “Bit unprofessional in your occupation.”

“Haha,” You rolled your eyes sarcastically.

“My question is why?” 

You shrugged your shoulders, too tired to fabricate a good excuse at the moment. Sherlock didn’t seem to want an actual answer as he continued,

“It’s that symbol. You’ve seen it before, haven’t you? Of course you have.” Sherlock leaned forward in the hospital chair, his hands clasped and his fingers pointed upward where he rested his chin. 

“Are you deducing me?” You felt yourself blush as the heart monitor started beeping faster. You wondered how many times Sherlock had deduced  you. Secretly you always loved the idea and wondered if he ever figured out much you liked him. No. If so he would have said something.

“The symbol means something to you and whoever drew it knew you were going to see it. An enemy?”

John now stood in the doorway. Your eyes darted to him and Sherlock turned to look at him.

Then John spoke, “or something more powerful- like love? Ex-lover with a grudge to bear?” 

John pursed his lips and looked to Sherlock. Sherlock nodded solemnly and looked from John to you.

“Love does make them do crazy things.” 

Your face became grim and you snapped,“You could always just ask me you know.” 

John grimaced and Sherlock leaned back, “So tell. What does this symbol mean to you?” 

You took a deep breath and sat yourself more upright in the hospital bed.

“You were partially right. It’s a symbol me and my ex-boyfriend shared.I designed it.” 

Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows and John crossed his arms and said, “like m and h forever kind of thing?” 

“Mmhmm. We would sign letters with it and…” your voice faded off. You almost felt embarrassed sharing this, like some child. 

“What. Is. His. Name.”

You shuddered involuntarily, goosebumps appearing on your skin. Your stomach started to churn, the memories between you and Jim had been suppressed in your mind. You weren’t ready for a psychotic break in opening Pandora’s abusive box of emotions. Your hands came up to your head pulling at your hair and you pulled your knees in. You hadn’t had an anxiety attack in almost a year but you were close.

“I want to be alone now.” You muttered

“Y/n,” John started. 

“Get. Out.” 

“No. You need to tell us who he is. He’s out there killing and there will be another dead body soon if you don’t cooperate.” Sherlock stated coldly.

You had never seen Sherlock use this cold side of his personality with you and it was pissing you off.

“I said GET OUT!” You threw a cup against the window, causing a nurse to run in at the commotion.

“Gentlemen, you need to leave now.” The nurse said firmly.

“Fine.”

Sherlock bent down to retrieve the cup and put it back up on your side table. You could feel your mind going 100 miles per hour at that point. The nurse closed the door again with a heavy thud and turned to you. 

“Honey I need you to calm your breathing down, okay?” 

You nodded shakily.

“That’s it- just deep breaths in and out.” 

Inhale. He’s coming. Exhale. He’s coming. 

“I’ll get you some more water, okay? Is there anything else you need?”

“Some crackers maybe…” you whispered, laying down on your side to hug a pillow tightly. 

You could hear the heavy thud of the door as she left. A lot of time must have passed with you staring at the wall but it felt like she was right back. 

“I’ve got your discharge papers hon, just need a couple signatures. And here’s your water and crackers.” 

You took the clipboard and hastily signed both pages. 

“Your clothes are on the bench.”

“Thanks.” You smiled, giving her a nod. 

The nurse left and as soon as the door closed you practically threw yourself out of the bed. You scrambled to get dressed. You had a lot to do and little time to do it before the brewing psychotic storm hit. Sticking a cracker in your mouth you almost missed the little business card Sherlock must have sneaked onto the tray when you weren’t looking. Shaking your head you shoved the card in your pocket and rushed out of the hospital. 

“Cab!” You yelled, waving one down.

The  cab couldn’t get to your apartment fast enough. You took a breath of relief when the deadbolt slid into place. You nearly had a heart attack when you turned and looked at the counter. A present. Wrapped in a box like a birthday gift for a child with a giant bow on top. With a trembling hand you lifted the tag to read. 

Hope you have a happy birthday darling. Miss me? I miss you. Let’s chat soon. -love JM 

Hesitantly you opened the present. The sound of ripping paper filled the room and then a gasp. Inside the box was the most beautiful jewel necklace you had ever seen. It lay majestically on the red velvet and you wondered how many people he had to kill to get his hands on this prize. You choked back a sob, your relationship with the crime lord was over and whatever he wanted could only mean trouble. 

While the NCIS franchise may have said goodbye to one of its shows (Los Angeles), two are still on the schedule for fall 2023 (the original and the newest spinoff, Hawai’i). And both left at least one member from each team in interesting places.

NCIS ended with more of a straightforward cliffhanger, as Torres (Wilmer Valderrama) confronted a man from his past and teased quite the potential dark turn. Meanwhile, over on Hawai’i, Tennant’s (Vanessa Lachey) actions in the two-part finale may mean trouble for her in the future. Plus, just one day after the NCIS: LA finale aired, LL Cool J made a cameo on Hawai’i and was announced to be recurring in its third season.

Scroll down as we take a look at the burning questions we need answered when our favorite dramas return.

NCIS, Season 21, Fall 2023, Mondays, 9/8c, CBS

NCIS: Will Torres shoot that man from his past?

While in prison undercover, Torres took an interest in a young inmate and, specifically, his mother’s boyfriend (Al Sapienza) visiting him. Later, Torres left his sister a voicemail to tell her, “I found him. … The bastard’s still alive, and he’s still doing it.” The finale ended with Torres waiting for him in his home, wanting “what I always wanted … to watch you die,” the agent said, picking up his gun. But Torres wouldn’t really kill — or even shoot — him, right?

NCIS: Will Palmer and Knight take any significant steps in their relationship?

It was the penultimate episode of the season that saw Palmer (Brian Dietzen) blurt out “I love you” to Knight (Katrina Law) on his way out of the office; she returned the sentiment in front of the team later. Theirs is the first relationship featuring two series regulars we’re actually seeing play out onscreen (versus something happening only when one person is leaving), so what’s next for them? Moving in together?

NCIS: Will Season 21 be its last?

Given that we’re now over 20 years into the series, and it has lasted beyond Mark Harmon’s exit (something we initially didn’t think would happen), it is hard to imagine it ending. But the reality is that shows can’t last forever. Two NCIS spinoffs have already ended: New Orleans in 2021 and Los Angeles in May 2023. We’re closer to the end of NCIS than we are to the beginning, and it’s only a question of when, not if, we see the final season.

NCIS: Hawai'i: Will Tennant face any serious consequences for her actions?

Tennant made a calculated move in the finale to take a really bad guy out of commission, and as a result, her mentor who turned out to be a spy, Maggie (Julie White), who was in custody is now free. John (Henry Ian Cusick) from the Office of Special Projects (OSP) told someone over the phone that the events of this case “seem like an exception” but that, presumably, Tennant could be hiding other secrets, and it “couldn’t hurt to plus up the team.” We know that Sam’s recurring next season, and on NCIS: LA, Kilbride (Gerald McRaney) was looking at him to fill the operations manager spot near the end of the series. (That was never resolved.) Could his time on the island have some sort of impact on the role Tennant has with the team in an official capacity? (Unofficially, we don’t think it would.)

NCIS: Hawai'i: What will bring (and keep) Sam around for a while?

Sam stepped in to help Tennant and Kate (Tori Anderson) while they were in Caracas (and he was in Morocco, as part of the Rescue Hetty mission teased at the end of the LA series finale). And while no details have been released about what brings Sam to the island for multiple episodes, we would think that it would be related to something in his life and what’s going on with the Hawai’i team. And how much will we hear about what’s next for the OSP team while he’s around?

Will there be another NCIS-Hawai'i crossover?

In addition to the three-show crossover that brought NCIS, LA, and Hawai’i together for an event in January 2023, there have been a couple featuring the two remaining shows in the franchise as well. Will that happen again, whether it’s only on one show with a character (or more) visiting or a two-hour event across both?

Will anyone else from NCIS: LA appear on either show?

Since the aforementioned major crossover introduced the agents of the three teams to each other, the door is open for another LA cast member besides LL Cool J to appear on either NCIS or Hawai’i, even for a single case since that series ended with everyone still working at OSP.

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last song: Mrs. Potter’s Lullaby by the Counting Crows 

last movie: the George Clooney bat-nipples Batman movie from 1997, because I am currently fixating on Chris O’Donnell and look, it’s not good, but that’s what makes that movie fucking GREAT. I was entertained the ENTIRE TIME, just like I was when I was seven. AND I figured out by watching it that a certain movie quote that’s been stuck in my head for LITERAL YEARS was from that movie so...mystery solved!

last show: NCIS: Los Angeles, which is what kicked off the Chris O’Donnell hyperfixation. And look, like, his character is ridiculous. He didn’t have furniture in the house his boss-slash-surrogate mother bought him (that he also lived in with another family when he was in foster care), until his girlfriend bought him a dining room set right before they broke up. And TWO SEASONS LATER we find out said ex-girlfriend was a CIA agent the whole time and what does Callen do about it? Have a not-so-internalized freakout about all the lies (which, she didn’t know he was an undercover agent when they were starting out until she got involved in a case and he had to tell her so...pot-kettle) and...takes a fucking power saw to the dining room set to use as fireplace kindling and gets rid of all the REST of his furniture. You know, as one does.

currently watching: North Carolina’s basketball team is about to beat Florida State, because there are only so many college basketball games on on a Monday and not all of them are good.

currently reading: The third book in Bob Mayer’s Area 51 series, which I read when I was in high school and recently rediscovered.

current obsession: G. Callen and Nell Jones from NCIS: Los Angeles. I’m writing fic again. These two idiots have taken over my brain AND of course they’re a very tiny non-canon ship on the show, so the fandom is like...a tiny ass canoe at this point.

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Friday 10 November 1837

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dull rainy morning F48° at 9 ¼ and breakfast in about ½ hour then stood reading last Quarterly Review ¼ hour till Hinton came in a/c Northgate drains – gave him check for £30. not yet paid in full – longish about Mawson – (mentioned his leaving the Stump X Inn) – Hinton said Nelson found M- so difficult in knowledge of plans and sections when in the Rail office (at Manchester I think it was) that N- declined being in partnership with him  M- has .:. connected himself with a mason, Bray,  of Bradford who, H- is sure has not brains for the job – a clever but moneyless man (Binns) has taken 4 lenghts (a length seems to be 2 mile) near Darlington – had taken what George Mawson has now got but obliged to give it up because could not get a bandsman – Nelson going to join Binns; and N- sure of his bond – E.C. Lister gives bond for Nelson – H- says M- will have Leadbeater and Nelson to contend with and Leadebater is determined to be the taker (near Wakefield or Rotherham) or will leave a bare job – H- going off to Leadbeater for job under him – has before worked under him 7 years, or 7 years ago – 1 or other – M- seems to have little chance – H- would not have given notice about the Inn till after Monday next when the job is to be let – Messrs. Bates and Pollett waited for me some minutes before H- went away – came to say their estimate for shafting and gearing too high by it seemed about £50 now that the pumps were taken away and the spin wheel left – said I should do nothing more about the worsted mill (the corn mill quite given up) till I had a good tenant in views – it would not answer to lay out £1500 more to the £2000+ for less than £400 a year – things worse now, they said , than last year but hopes of trade again in the spring – 7 good years of trade without a backening considered  as much as could be expected – owned mills would not pay under 10 p.c. – had best not cover over the wheel – keep the water out of the wheel race and the wheel well painted and turned round occasionally if not lying dry – for the part in the water would become a heavy side and spoil the motion of the wheel afterwards – (I never thought of this) – get the pipes undercover from rain as soon as possible – asked what I should take for them mentioned an offer per cwt. (did not tell name a price) – could not get at an answer, till I said if I could guess at the weight I could calculate for myself – I thought I ought to have ¼ of the cost – yes! certainly – it afterwards turned out I ought to have £40 for them – I said the man who offered the  price said he had made a good offer but I did not like to be bound as to who should do the shafting and gearing

I said each pipe = about 3cwt.

my 80 yards of pipe = 32 pipes x 3 = 96cwt.

at 10/. per cwt. (Engine Holts’ offer) = £43

it seems .:. that P- calculated I ought to have 10/. per cwt. but by no means could I have elicited this directly I said if I did not build a mill I thought of advertising the wheel for sale – B- mentioned the Leeds paper – mercury I suppose he meant –

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some talk about steam engines – they thought I should not like the smoke – no! I should drive it into the hill as Mr. Akroyde is doing- B- and P- staid about an hour – asked for a chance if I should build the mill in which case they would reconsider their estimate – have just put up a 30 horse power engine for Mr. Bray (A-s’ late tenant at Water mill) at Lilly mill – Mr. Crossley has 2 rooms there – P- mentioned an improvement in their manner of putting up the iron pillars with a cap and plinth so as to take off all weight from the timbers and entirely support themselves – he mentioned also another improvement 2 moveable square brasses that slip up and down so to keep the shaft at its proper height for the machinery – a little while with A- after B- and P- went – sat with her at luncheon till about 1 – then till 3 10 (in spite of the rain rough day she rode off to Cliff hill about after? 2) writing out memoranda in rough book and wrote the whole of today – Mr. James Bentley about the Landmere stone waited for me 20 minutes – went down to him at 3 ¼ - stood talking till A- came back about 4 – then she and I had him in the little dining room not able to get rid of him till near 5 – I having sent A- off as soon as the material part had been arranged – satisfied to begin at the low corner and be roaded out into the old road under Aspinalls’ new house – Debtor and creditor account to be kept and weekly examined by SW- He seemed to think £5 not enough for his trouble if he did not get (agree for) the stone; so settled that (Captain and Mrs. S- approving) he should have nothing for his trouble if he got the stone and £10 if he did not – he would be glad to buy and pay for immediately £400 or £500 worth of sone – and would be glad to give Mrs. Carter something to quit the farm but we said he should 1st be sure what rent he would have to pay as if the farm belonged to A- and me we should not relet it at the present rent – out at 5 when I left B- still not out of the room – poor fellow! he knew not how to get away – in outbuildings – apparently little done – Edward had doing the blacksmiths’ shop and flagging and beginning the fireplace – 2 or 3 flagging the laundry – Robert Mann and co. not here this afternoon so Robert Sharpe the mason in the cow house stable – to be called farm stable – levelling up ready for paving – Note from Thomas Greenwood to ask if I would see him and Mrs. Crossley at 7 tonight about the Northgate hotel – he had just shewn her over all the buildings and thought her a proper person for the hotel – just tore off a bit of the note and wrote back in pencil ‘Mrs. Lister will be happy to see Mrs. Crossley this evening at half past seven – Friday 10 November 1837’ directed to ‘Mr. Greenwood’ – did not know till A- read the note that G- was coming himself – came upstairs at 6 5 and wrote the last 19 lines – dressed – dinner at 6 ¾ - Mr. TG. and Mrs. Crossley arrived at 7 55 and staid till 9 ¾ - Mrs. C- seems a good sort of managing 2nd rate person, the tenant of necessity? her husband had taken medicine was afraid of taking cold and had staid home but she (she said) had all the talk! G- praised her and she praised herself – to judge from what I heard and sat I should suppose Mrs. C- cook and housekeeper, her husband bar-man and waiter, and the nephew head ostler – but G- said they were all very fit for the hotel and Mr. Adam said they were the only people in H-x fit for it – From her talk, I should think they would indeed creep, as Mr. Parker observed in making the hotel what it ought to be, P- adding to Mr. Harper that Carr would make it at once – Mrs. Crossley proposed having the hotel for 7 years – the 2 first for nothing the 5 last for £300 a year! answer I should not give a lease for more than 5 years nor let the place rent free for more than one year, even if, on consideration, I consented to this – G- thought this very fair – on my part – I then adverted to the end of the 5 years what was I to expect? Mrs. C- thought the hotel might bear a small advance – I said I should be sorry for them to think then that they had made the house and I had taken undue advantage and raised the rent too much – after considerable talk (helped by G-) she agreed that rent would be nothing if there was a good trade – that the Inn might be advanced a hundred a year – I said then at the end of 5 years this capital hotel would just be worth what Mr. Carr pays for his inconvenient promises at present! hinted that I should have C-, had he applied to me, as much now, as he paid at present – and said I should think of raising the rent at the 5 years’ end to £500 a year but should wish to be guided by the value of the hotel – Mrs. C- at last made no objection to this – I had said I could let the tap – it was worth £100 a year –no! she said not so much and added they only paid £70 per annum for their present house (the Golden lion George street) – she would keep the tap – and would rather not make any offer to Mr. Carr – but if he made any to her (the poor husband Crossley always invalided and unreferred to) she would do the best she could for him – she let slip that she had by and by see what they should want – meaning what they should occupy and what let off – I took no apparent notice of this, but thought this system of parts and parcels not very promising – I inquired if the casino would need being so painted as I had thought of – (it would be throwing pearls etc. etc. ?) yes! on that she seemed to have set her heart – she had lived with a Mr. Allett near Doncaster – her husband not butler but valet (the t pronounced) but tho’ they had a full establishment (8 servants) yet when they had company Mr. C- went into the cellar with his master, and took care of the wine – the poor womans’ speech and manner and self-praise (‘tho she should not say it’) all betokened the 2nd rate or 3rd that no idea but that of a pot-house and suggested it to my mind – and I afterwards told A- it would be ‘the Pot-house hotel’ – G- mentioned the 3 yards breadth of ground the town wanted to widen the street – and talked of a guinea a year – I said I thought it ought to be worth as much as the ground town bought of G- in Northgate – G- seemed not at all of my opinion and I merely said things had best remain as they were – the street was wide enough for the present – G- mentioned their getting an act for cattle market and Green grocery ditto – I merely answered I thought had best get an act for the new road from Keighley – it was settled that I should think about the terms (1 year rent free and 4 at £300 per annum) and give an answer in a fortnight – tea at 10 in the north parlour and A- and I sat talking till after one till 1 5 – Rainy windy rough day  

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LOTS - MOVING - TRUCKS - AND -

DISNEY - FORMER -

K.C. UNDERCOVER

TEEN SPY - 5'10 FT

DEAD SENIORS - WRAPPED -

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HOUSES - 2 - BURN BODIES -

THINGS - 2 - THROW AWAY -

INHERITANCE - ITEMS - SO -

HISPANIC - MANAGER - HAPPY -

POWER - I'M - SLEEPT - WALK'G -

2 - STORAGE - (5:35A) - USING -

3rd AVE PARTIAL CONSTRUCTION

VERY - EARLY - SO COOD - 2 SEE

UK Independent: Episode 262 is now here on Mixcloud

This episode is featuring

1. Velatine - Whisper Park

2. Attic Theory - Narrow Lines

3. Ziv Aizenman - Ma Le Thula

4. Eden Elf - IDC

5. Fior - Undercover Lover

6. damnthewolves - Damn the Wolves

7. Patti Dixon Music - I Can't Fight It

8. Mara Sol - The Road

9. The Background World - Why

10. Persephone's Revenge - Alive

11. Chasing Deer - Always Been You

12. Fatal Vision - Haven't We Been Here Before

13. The Bad Day - You

14. Fleur bleu·e - Les Etoiles

15. Mark Howard - Pick Me Up

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"It's a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver." - An Atomic Blonde Playlist

Atomic Blonde is one of my favourite films and I wanted to share my Atomic Blonde playlist for the film's 5th anniversary (UK release date 9 August). Charlize Theron provides an excellent performance as covert operative Lorraine Broughton in Berlin on the eve of the fall of the Berlin Wall. She's sent there undercover to investigate the murder of a fellow MI6 agent and recover a missing list of double agents, using all the skills in her arsenal. It's a film that has beautiful cinematography (particularly its neon lightning), awesome fight scenes, great acting, and a synth-pop new wave fuelled soundtrack that I just love - it's the kind of music that I love to listen to.

Included in my playlist are the songs featured in the film, along with songs I have added, mostly 80s and 70s songs that fit the film. Some highlights include:

Blue Monday - New Order // 99 Luftballoons - Nena // Sweet Dreams (are made of this) - Eurythmics // Cities in Dust - Siouxsie & the Banshees // Voices Carry - 'Til Tuesday // Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode // Killer Queen - Queen // Atomic - Blondie

Check it out and give it a listen if you're interested!

Undercover Lover

Sent to the goddamn Bronx. An intelligence assignment on a cop-killer, they said. Bureau suspected notorious street car gang, The Demons—and Los Angeles Agent Novak had been placed deep undercover to find if there was any truth to the notion.

Civilian clothing and an eight o'clock shadow later, it was time.

He drove up 79th in the pound acquired '57 Chevy, slowing and pulling in near the greased up boys loitering outside Singers Mechanics. 

Then, Novak saw him.

He'd known this gig would be trouble. And it was, he found soon after. Big trouble, spelled:

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1950s FBI Agent Castiel Novak and Teddy Badboy without a cause Dean Winchester AU, anyone? Written and arted for @helianthus21 @bend-me-shape-me and @pray4jensen's SPNSTAYATHOME challenge; Monday 9: UNDERCOVER

CLICK HERE TO NOW SEE BOTH DEAN AND CAS 50′s AU ARTWORK...

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