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M: I despise being touched. the only physical contact I tolerate is the feeling of my fist colliding with my opponent's jugular.

F: The detective is literally hugging you right now.

M, hugging the detective tighter: That is COMPLETELY different--

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another one for the tags:

if your detective turns, how do they feel about holding on to human habits? i.e. do they continue to eat human food / sleep only the necessary amount or keep a sort of human schedule / anything else you can think of?

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Don’t be embarrassed at all, this was great! Such beautiful prose!

𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Book: The Wayhaven Chronicles

Pairing: Nate Sewell x Det. Alisha Bose

Word Count: 1030 words

Category: Fluff

Warning: None

Summary: Libraries are rightfully romanticised and should be romanticised for these two dorks.

Solitude.

Alisha had always embraced the company of solitude.

The gentle murmur of nothingness that came with it had enticed her for as long as she could remember

But not anymore

Now she craved company

She wanted the shattering of the silence that came with the breathing of the one keeping her company

She craved him, always him, his presence a beguiling melody in her soul.

Once long ago, in a different life time she would have killed to be left alone in a library with such vast resources and now every second spent here reminded her of how he must have gently turned the pages of all the books in there, how his eyes might have lit up on reaching somewhere interesting in a book

How he might have softly bit his lower lip deep in thought

And she can't, she has tried, she can't think of anything else

He is her escape and her salvation

Her reward and her reprimand

He's everything.

❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎

Restlessness.

Nate was riddled with a certain restlessness that seemed to never leave his side.

The Second in Command of Unit Bravo

Perpetually calm and collected in the face of fire

Nate Sewell has always been known for his dedication to his work.

A reputation, he thinks he is steadily losing with every passing day, with her taking up every inch of his entire being, with a burning, destroying need to be near her.

Detective Alisha Bose had entered his life like a burst of wind, she was the humanity he so craved, the gentle touch of belief and faith that he never knew he needed.

Every moment he spent away from her was a moment spent in recollecting her hands wound around his neck, her lips locked in a sweet, enchanting passion with his, the two of them, far above the noise of the carnival, wrapped in each other….

Every moment spent away from her was a moment remembering the look of intense concentration on her face as she wrote down clues on a case, her long hair falling on her face…..

Every moment spent away from her was a moment remembering the feel of her skin flustered at his touch, her pulse speeding, heart racing…..

Every moment away from her was still a moment consumed by her, his detective.

And as Felix so bluntly put into words, “Natey is a goner for Ali”, probably he wasn’t wrong, he noted.

❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎

It was late, Alisha noted, she should probably head home, but would it be too inconvenient if she spent the night in her room at the warehouse? She hadn’t seen Nate since he went to the Facility earlier that day.

And she was selfish, selfish to spend some time in his company, perhaps she could read a little longer? Maybe just until he came back, after all she wasn’t exactly tired.

❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎

Everything was unnaturally quiet at home, Nate observed, there was no sound of Adam and Mason sparring or Felix bursting obnoxious music in his room. Neither was there any sound of peals of laughter that indicated her presence, he noted dejectedly.

He had hoped to see her once before she left for her apartment, but he went towards the library, just in case….hope was a wretched thing.

The door was slightly ajar, when Nate arrived, pushing open the door and the sight he was greeted with drove away all fatigue, all exhaustion.

She was there, reclined on the sofa, her head tilted to a side, while a book sat abandoned on her lap, half asleep, how beautiful she looked. “Dozing off?”, his softly uttered question jolted Alisha from her sleep.

A moment’s hesitation for shrugging off the confusion of sleep.

And then she smiled.

It was like the first summer rays peeking out from behind the curtain of clouds, lighting up the world in it’s divine rays.

More beautiful than the southern lights lighting up the dark skies.

And Nate couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Have you been waiting for a long time?”, he asked.

“Yes, kind of, I found some myths that could be of use to us, I should have just left them here, but I hadn’t seen you at all today, so I thought―”, she broke off, suddenly shy.

“Sit with me?”, Nate asked, “You can tell me what you found and I wouldn’t mind spending some time with you”

“Sure, if you don’t mind me getting comfortable”, Alisha replied, the sunny smile once again back in her face.

“How could I ever?”, he asked, perhaps this was something he wouldn’t mind coming home to.

❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎❥︎

It was unlike Rebecca to forget things concerning her job, but this time she couldn’t blame herself, the rouge supernaturals, the trappers, the warning of the Ma-alused leader, weighed down on her. Plans on protecting Alisha taking up a huge chunk of her thoughts. She hurried towards the direction of the Library, there was a possibility of the documents being left behind in there. But a very known voice coming out of the room made her stop in her tracks. Wasn’t Alisha supposed to have left for her apartment by now?

“…..some myths from around the world indicates the presence of half human and half animal beings, mostly portrayed as guardians of important places, there’s the Egyptian Sphinx, Greek Minotaur and Indian…..”

Intrigued, Rebecca turned around the corner, only to be greeted by the sight of her daughter, with her head on Agent Sewell's lap, eyes focused on the book she’s reading, while Nate’s hands played with her hair, equally focused on her words. Both lost in a world of their own, oblivious to the presence of anything or anyone outside their bubble.

She quickly stepped away from the library unbeknownst to Alisha and Nate, paperwork can wait for another day, her daughter’s happiness couldn’t. Perhaps one day Agent Sewell would be the glue that mends her daughter’s broken self, a feat that she as a mother could not complete. Perhaps one day she would complete her journey to the happiness Rebecca so wished to give her.

But for now their little bubble in the library would do.

A/N: If you have read this far, thank you from the bottom of my heart. This was my first time writing for TWC and I am completely, utterly embarrassed and will now vanish from the face of the world tumblr.

Do tell me if you want to be tagged if I write any fics for TWC again.

―Dri💕💕

Tagging: @silma-words @lem-20 @jamespotterthefirst @terrm9 @starrystarrytrouble @sophxwithers

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There are sometimes when the pure talent of this community astounds me. This is definitely one of those times! This is just... perfect! That‘s the only word for it. Please keep up the good work!

deep end

✦ pairing | mason x f!detective (aimee lin)

✦ wc | 2.4k

✦ summary | mason has a nightmare and aimee tries her best (warnings for minor mentions of violence)

✦ an | umm i haven’t written in so long and wanted to do something a lil sad, so. here we are!!! if you prefer, you can read it on ao3! and, soz for any spelling errors bjkfdgm

With fever is how he wakes.

Hot pulses over skin, a wild beating that can’t be pinpointed, body in dire emergency, using every ounce of adrenaline to violently yank away sleep.

It’s not even sleep, just pure unconsciousness. Raw, unbridled loneliness. Stuck in never-ending depths you are unable to save yourself from alone.

Fuck is the only thought he can manifest, not again, not now.

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moon moth fairy Rayla

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And if the angel says: Do you know life?/Then I must say: it devours.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, 1914.

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Why is this so goooooooooood? Dude, this is AMAZING! Captures your detective’s relationship with Morgan perfectly!

and I was set alight

pairing: morgan x eva navarro word count: 1.7k rating: T

read on ao3

today i bring you two emotionally unintelligent idiots sort-of realizing things… this is a fun way to play the M route, let me tell you.

Eva is quiet. Uncharacteristically so, all things considered: she has never been loud, not exactly, but her presence is never one to go ignored.

And yet when Adam praises her for her instrumental role in the successful mission, she acknowledges it with a nod and a half-smile—and she really is appreciative of the team leader’s recognition, by this point she has nothing but the utmost respect for his opinion—but she manages little else. Even after the debrief with Rebecca, after they return to the Warehouse, she remains silent. Keeps grasping at a thought she can’t quite reach, one that has her frowning and keeps her from focusing on what happens around her.

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Behind every fanfic update, there is a writer being turned into THIS as they await your reactions

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Words Left Unsaid

So I wasn’t happy with how my third person fics were working out, so I decided to try out first person. This is kind of a rewrite of my very first fic, with Lucas attempting to deal with the bakery scene. I was really excited to try to write a letter fic, so I hope you enjoy! Fic is beneath the cut.

Title: Words Left Unsaid

Word Count: 552

Pairings: Morgan x Lucas Langford

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30647996

Dear Morgan,

So… it’s been a crazy week, huh?

 Kidnappers, a giant bounty on my head, unexpected softness and cruelty from someone I care about. Yeah, it’s been a lot. Look, I know you probably hate this kind of stuff, but I just needed to put down what I had to say.

I really like you. A lot. Too much. I would blame you for being so fucking charming, but… you had told me from the beginning what this was. What we were. So, I’m sorry for that. It’s kind of weird to say sorry for liking someone, but hey, in our line of work anything can happen, right? 

Like I said, it’s been stressful these past few days. So, I don’t entirely blame you for what happened at Haley’s. But, did you have to say it out loud, in front of my friends? The whole town was there, Morgan. And yeah, I get it, you don’t like people, your hypersenses were probably going through the roof. But… I don’t know why I’m doing this. You and I had clearly different ideas about our relationship, and I took things too far. So, the only thing I can do is say I’m sorry.

No, screw that.

You don’t just kiss someone like that and then throw them away! I don’t care if you were tense, I don’t care if Haley’s floral arrangements were freaking you out, you don’t do that to people. I don’t even think you know you’re sending these hot and cold signals towards people. Pick a damn lane! 

Shit, what am I doing? I know I’m not going to be able to give this to you. Do I honestly think I can look you in the eyes after letting you read this? I can barely talk to you now.

And, to be honest, that’s the worst part.

I thought I could talk to you. I thought that deep down somewhere you gave a crap about me, about whether or not I was ok, about what I was saying. And, believe it or not, I liked talking to you. You’re funny, and it’s clear that even though you put on this tough exterior you still care about the Unit. Guess I thought that included me too. But, I was wrong. Wouldn’t be the first time.

So, I guess we’re “broken up” now? Can I even call it then really? Technically, this isn’t a relationship. Well, whatever this is,well, was I still want you to be happy. You deserve that. We both do.

-Lucas

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Inside the Detective’s Warehouse Bedroom

I put down the pen on the paper, taking a deep breath. Folding the paper in half, I stand up ready to deliver this important message to Morgan. Suddenly, a bout of dizziness forces me to sit back down.

I can’t do this.

Grumbling,  I crumple up the letter, throwing it into the trash. 

Well, there goes letter number six. Seventh time’s the charm, as they always say.

So, I sit down, readying my pen to pour my heart out for a message I know I can never send.

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woke up thinking about F this morning and how underappreciated and undervalued they are. I pity anyone who has not experienced the serotonin benefits that comes from the F route.

I’d like to do something for the F-mancers out there (not sure what yet)

so if you have played the F route, please tell me in the tags:

- who’s your F-mancing detective/oc (do they overlap with other routes) - do you romance felix or farah - whether the F route is your main - whether you choose the carousel or sideshow (or both, but then you missed the fortune telling scene) - if sideshow, whether you gave F the necklace - whether you started a relationship in book 2 - whether you kept it a secret (and when, if applicable, you revealed the relationship) - whether you rescued F or Sanja

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stuff that feels rewarding as a fanfic author:

when your work inspires fanart/comics

when people point out a scene/particular line(s) that tugged at their heartstrings

when people ask for your meta of your work that they enjoyed so much

when someone comments on a fic you wrote 982783113502 years ago

getting recc’d

just the small happiness in knowing you made someone out there smile on their way to work/home or at school, in knowing you warmed someone’s heart somehow

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REBLOG IF YOU ARE A WRITER ON TUMBLR

IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT KIND OF WRITER YOU ARE YOU CAN BE WRITING: POEMS, FANFICS, IDK NORMAL FICS, NOVELS, SHORT STORIES, IDK ANYTHING!! JUST REBLOG!!!

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So, are you guys season 2 people or season 3 people? 

On first watch I preferred season 3, due to the climax of so many emotional arcs, Rayllum, and the absolutely gorgeous environments. (TDP has made me appreciate 3D animation in a way no other show has.) Yet, on rewatch, I do feel I have to give season 2 the win. It’s the season that really made me fall in love with the show, and definitely benefits from the fact that the writers knew they had another season. Doesn’t mean I don’t love season 3, but I think it definitely suffered from the need to tie up everything in the plot. Feel free to explain which season you prefer and why in the comments.

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So excited! Please take as long as you need, whatever it takes to make the product you want.

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

Thank you for tagging me @kat-tia801! Here is a snippet of the final part of my TWC fic, Trust Once Lost. I'm really excited for the part of the story, and it's been an eternal wait for anyone who still think it is worth reading - but I'm going to finish it goddamit.

“Can we talk inside?” he asked, his voice low and tremulous. Soo-ha replied with a quick nod of her head, and led him back to her front door.

A feeling of comfort and familiarity washed over him as stepped into her apartment, Soo-ha’s own aroma mingling with the crisp scent of the plants she had growing on the windowsill and the amber scented candle she liked to burn when she took a bath overwhelming in the most pleasant way.

He stepped over to the kitchen table and placed the bag on the table with a clunk. Mason peeked inside the bag and saw two bottles of wine and a bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos. He stifled a small smile, her purchase strangely endearing.

I am working on this AS WE SPEAK so I will have some good stuff to post maybe tonight. Hopefully tonight.

-Eleanor

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idk man, i just wanna write a fic that someone reads obsessively at 3am. a fic that someone loses sleep to finish because just one more chapter and tries to give multiple kudos. a fic that people will leave a comment on every chapter. i want to write a fic that people will recommend to others, that they think nails the characterization and relationship dynamic. i want to write someone’s comfort fic, someone’s favorite fic, or someone’s fic they read when they want to re-read something. i want to be that fic writer. i want to write that fic.

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there’s something about the way f pays such close attention, follows the fluttering of their heart without hesitation, that just... GETS me man.

the fact they have had their heart broken by people who didn’t truly care for them! but instead of being afraid of love they welcome it with open arms!

behind the hilarious quips and sarcasm- that hope in their heart, soft and warm, that their detective will choose them.

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made more charm designs w suggestions from my friends and family :)