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xieliancore · 10 months ago
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worst cop in britain!
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schmweed · 1 year ago
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should-david-be-there · 9 months ago
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even if jak didn't get to meet actual david at least we got him with tiny david 😌
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raz-writes-the-thing · 1 year ago
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New Years (Broadchurch One-Shot)
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Alec Hardy x GN!Reader / requests are open
Summary: Neither of you have had a New Years kiss before- it's time that changed.
BROADCHURCH: @clarina04 @kaylinelizabeth4004 @yeethaw13 @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)
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New Years holidays had never really been your thing, to be completely honest. The booze, the drugs, the partying- and don’t even get you started on how horrible the fireworks were for the environment and the poor animals. 
But this year was different. Sure, yes, you still weren’t a fan of the booze, drugs and fireworks, but this year you had Alec, who had promised to do his best for you. New Years was less a holiday for cops and more like overtime. The amount of stupidity out on the streets and driving around ensured that cops didn’t get to celebrate like everyone else. He’d had to fight for it, but he’d gotten there eventually. 
But Alec had done you a solid this year and applied for the time off. It was your first year as a couple this year, and you were excited to spend it together without his phone going off to call him into the office- which was becoming increasingly common lately with the crimes stacking up in Broadchurch. 
But tonight it was a no phones policy or you’d yeet it out the window into the snow never to be seen again and Alec knew it, too. 
It was a nice evening cuddling in front of the TV and catching up on some of your shows together. You were several episodes behind on Mad Men and were desperate to see how that was going to end this season. 
As it got closer to midnight, though, you found yourself thinking that maybe you would actually like to experience a little of that New Years energy that everyone was always going on about. 
“Would you dance with me?” You asked him suddenly, interrupting his focus on the television. 
Alec stumbled over his response for a moment before settling and agreeing, standing up to move out into the clearer dining area. You grinned at him and changed the channel to the local countdown. You muted the television and put some soft music on to sway too. 
Alec took your hand and your waist, the warmth of his hand bleeding through your shirt. 
“Bit out of the blue, love,” he said, shuffling a little closer. You shrugged and held on a little tighter. 
“Yeah, I just- I’ve not really done the New Years thing before but I wanted to do something small with you. New Years kiss, some dancing, you know.” 
“Truth be told, I’ve never really done the New Years thing either,” he responded, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes, feeling such an overwhelming sensation of peace. “Never saw the appeal,” he continued, twirling you around his arm softly. “But y’ken- I’ve never had someone special as you  t’share it with like this.” 
Your cheeks blushed the lightest shade of pink and you giggled. 
“Someone special, hey?” You asked. You would have elbowed him if your hands hadn’t been in his and on his shoulder. 
“Yeah.” His voice was so soft and quiet it was a wonder you even heard it. 
A flash on the television behind you caught your eye. You looked over to see the one-minute countdown starting. You chewed on your lip. All of a sudden you were nervous- why were you nervous? 
Alec chuckled and gave you another twirl. 
“Another year ‘a this shite, eh? Who wouldn’t want t’share that wi’ y’er, darlin’?” 
You had to tamp down your smile. Forty-four seconds left. 
“Another year of this? Sign me up, my love,” you replied giddily, resisting the urge to kiss him right then and there. Thirty-two seconds left. 
“Y’might come to regret that,” he chuckled, slowly coming to a stop and cupping your chin with his hand. The way he was looking at you was so intensely affectionate it was hard to keep eye contact with him. Thirteen seconds left.
“Never,” you replied breathily as he leaned in. A statement but also a promise. Your eyes flicked to the television briefly. 
Five. 
Four. 
Three. 
Two. 
Faint cheering could be heard from the town centre, fireworks popping in the distance. Loud music only just managing to reach Alec’s place. But your brain was drowning all of that out, focussed only on his lips on yours. A first for both of you and a promise of commitment. 
A promise you both intended to keep for much longer than a meagre twelve months.
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denaliwrites · 1 year ago
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It's Been a Long, Long Time
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Alec Hardy x GN!Reader
Summary: The two of you danced around your feelings like two tango dancers... who don't know how to tango.
Soundtrack: It's Been a Long, Long Time by Harry James
Requests: Open!
Warnings: Abundant dumbassery.
You'd known Alec Hardy since he first moved to Broadchurch.
He'd stepped into the cafe where you worked on his very first day with the Broadchurch police and ordered a plain black coffee and a croissant. A bit basic, you'd thought at first, but then you'd reminded yourself that not everyone needed sugar bombs and heavy breakfasts to get going in the morning.
Given he was little more than a (rather grumpy) twig, you'd come to the conclusion that he'd probably die of a heart attack if he consumed anything more than his plain black coffee and croissant.
He came in nearly every day after that, and nearly every day it was the same order. Sometimes he picked up an extra drink for his partner, or he ordered a fruit pastry instead of his usual croissant. One time, he'd ordered tea instead of coffee. But for the most part, for the better part of a year, it was the same thing, over and over.
The first few visits, he'd refused to talk to you beyond what was strictly required -- he gave you his order and a thank you, and then he was gone. Over the months, though, he opened up more and more. He'd never needed to tell you his job -- that was easy enough to guess once the Danny Latimer case reached the public. But other details, like that he had a daughter, or that he was a cat person, or that his favorite color was green -- those came after months of only receiving "my usual, please."
Even with him opening up, though, he was hard to get to know, and even harder to fall in love with... yet you managed both. Unfortunately, Alec was an idiot.
Your boss, Alec's partner Ellie, pretty much anyone who saw the two of you interact could see that you were crushing rather hard on the detective. Anyone and everyone, except the man himself.
At first, it drove you up the wall how blind he was to your affections -- you weren't exactly making any effort to keep it concealed, and in fact thought you made it rather obvious -- too obvious, maybe, if all of Broadchurch excluding the idiot in question could tell.
But then it slowly became a game to you -- how clear could you be yet still be misunderstood? Every day you played chicken with yourself -- would today be the day? The answer was always no, even when you gave him a heart-shaped cookie on Valentine's. You'd even said "on me." Hell, before that you'd even given him a peck on the cheek under mistletoe sometime around Christmas.
You were pretty sure any chance you had at romance with him was doomed.
At least, until the Farthing Wood Club Incident.
You hadn't exactly meant to witness a crime. It just sort of happened. You were cleaning up after an event you'd catered when someone broke into the event hall and started tearing through the place.
Quietly, carefully, you ducked into a supply closet and dialed the only person you could think to call -- Alec. Of course. You heard him pick up but didn't dare answer him, even as he got louder and more annoyed, to the point where you had to mute him.
He hung up, and panic flooded your system. Desperately, you called him again, only to put him back on mute when he picked up.
You were relieved when he didn't hang up.
Any thoughts you may have had about why were lost as footsteps approached the closet. They got so close that you could hear the man breathing and, instinctively, you stopped. Several moments passed before he moved on, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to keep yourself from gasping for breath.
He passed by again a few minutes later, then again a few minutes after that.
This repeated a number of times, to the point that you were starting to get dizzy from keeping your breath held in so many random intervals.
"Oi! Anyone in here?" you heard Alec's voice call from somewhere in the building, just as the man who'd broken in passed the closet. You heard Alec call your name, and it filled you with dread as you realized that now the intruder probably knew someone else was here.
You could almost hear the man's head turn towards the closet, but before he could open the door and find you, Alec's footsteps echoed closer -- and the intruder's footsteps made the sound of a hasty retreat.
You didn't allow yourself to breathe until the voice of Alec calling your name got close -- practically right outside the door. Then, with no hesitance or shame, you threw yourself out of the closet and into Alec's arms.
Without thinking, and with nothing in your veins but pure, unfiltered adrenaline, you pulled him into a relieved kiss.
He was pretty predictably shocked at first, especially as mid-kiss your body started shaking with sobs, but rather than push you away or even break the kiss, he simply... held you. Let you ride out the emotions in the way you seemed to need.
Finally, you pulled away, wiping at your tears and panting as everything came crashing down. "G-God, I'm so -- I'm so sorry," you whimpered, looking anywhere but at him. "I don't know why I did that. I just..."
"Hey," he started, pulling your attention back to him. He looked so... calm, so reassuring. "Everyone deals with situations like this differently. Believe it or not, that's not even the strangest thing someone's done t'me in a moment of high stress."
You managed to chuckle a little, but it came out somewhat hollow. "Really? You're gonna try to tell me someone's done worse than kiss you unexpectedly?"
"It wasn't entirely unexpected."
You blanched. "What do you mean?"
"Well, like I said, I've gotten weirder reactions."
Oh. That was... a lot less anxiety-inducing than you were expecting.
"Yeah, well. This wasn't really the way I pictured our first kiss going," you admitted with a sigh.
"Oh? You were picturing us havin' a first kiss?"
Fuck.
And the way he sounded so pleasantly surprised, it threw you off but filled you immediately with delight.
"Well, yeah, I've only been crushing on you since the day we met."
"Oh, why didn't you say somethin'?" he asked.
That brought out a barking laugh. "Alec, I've been dropping hints for months. Some of them were... I dunno, nuclear level obvious."
"Oh... well," he said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. "Y'ken, sometimes ye just gotta say it outright for us to get it."
"Yeah, I learned that early on. I guess I just hoped I was wrong or something, maybe."
"It does explain a few things," he said thoughtfully.
You thought it explained most things involving the relationship between you two, but you wondered what he was thinking of in particular. "Oh yeah?"
"Well, there was that mistletoe just before Christmas... and again on New Year... and the heart cookie..."
Leave it to Alec to miss all but the most obvious of clues. Of course.
"Oh, Alec," you sighed. "What am I gonna do with you?"
"Dunno. Grab dinner, maybe? After I file a report for this, of course."
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nipuni · 11 months ago
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Some various lighthearted life updates 🏃‍♀️
It's been a very busy last few months! in a good way mostly. We had a friend visiting us from overseas so we showed him around the city and took him to all our favourite places. We also met new people and were invited to a bunch of events so it's been very fun! We are all out of social battery tho so now we are slowing down a bit and getting back to work. Nicolas is on a short work trip to Berlin and I'm back to painting. We also started running! aaand we are also back to watching a bunch of shows and to me talking about it here to like five people 😌
Under the cut cause it's a lot as usual!
We finished watching S13 of Doctor Who! (we still have the specials to go but after that we are all caught up!) I haven't updated in ages so here are lot of opinions!
We really did not enjoy S11 😞 I was aware it wasn't very popular but we were hoping it was for all the wrong reasons, sadly we found many to be valid. Some of the episodes were baffling, Rosa? Kerblam?! the writing of the whole season in general felt like a rushed school assignment. The first part of Spyfall was a strong start for the next season but that ending in the second part was really not it. We did love Sacha Dhawan's Master tho!! and we really love Jodie too, 13th is adorable and reminded us of Ten at times! Jodie is such a fantastic actress that it makes the quality of the writing and everything else around her even more frustrating 😫 S12 was an improvement in general. In the last few episodes It felt like the writing team suddenly remembered the companions could have a personality and agency lmao. Highlights for us were Spyfall one, Fugitive of the Judoon and Haunting of villa Diodati, tho we did also enjoy most other episodes of the season despite their issues.
The timeless child plot reveal felt a bit underwhelming? The idea on itself has potential but it felt mishandled (and it had a bit of a Moffat flavour to it? and not in a good way). I think it was meant to add more depth to the Doctor's lore but in a way it ends up having the opposite effect. Then the flux was just a complete mess. It read like a Marvel sort of plot, very comic book like which is alright I suppose if that is something you enjoy but it felt out of place. But mostly it was just way too much, it got out of hand. Anyway we still have the specials to watch! and I think the Master is in them so we are looking forward to it 🥰
We also watched Broadchurch!! and we LOVED it. We ended up binging all three seasons. Chibnall's writing on this is surprisingly great and Jodie's acting is spectacular she really shines here. Olivia and David are always brilliant!! honestly everyone's acting was amazing. This series had us both tearing up every five scenes. The direction and the music are outstanding. I could watch Hardy and Miller solve crimes forever I really love their chemistry and dynamic. We went into it expecting the usual detective fiction but it ended up being a whole study on grief with such a focus on family and community and trauma and a ton of touching interconnected character arcs, just really really good!!
Then we also watched Taking over the Asylum!! MAN we were not expecting to have our hearts wrung out like laundry by this!! We thought it was a lighthearted show!! GOD we are still not over it, what the fuck!! It was so good we loved it!! but we were not prepared lmao what do you mean 'the end'?? we'll be thinking of this for months, I was expecting an extra scene after the credits or something. Excellent characters, refreshing depictions of mental illness and trauma and so crushingly realistic. Every character is so loveable I really wish this was longer 😭
And our quest to watch everything with David Tennant on it continues. We watched Decoy Bride on Valentines day too and it was terrible but such a hilarious fever dream kind of bad that it was fun, it has David on it and he never disappoints. I feel so lucky that Nicolas and I are both in love with him, get yourself a man who shares your celebrity crushes lmao it's so fun!! We feel like teens again chatting about him and drawing little hearts next to his pictures haha 🥰 We watched the BAFTAs just for him and speaking of the baftas!! I was not expecting that last drawing of his outfits to get that much attention oh my god 😭 thank you!! you are all insane and I appreciate it so much!! and thank you for all the support in general, about my art and photos and just everything. I feel very lucky and grateful 😭 anyway I'll end this before I get sappy, that is all for now! I hope this week is kind to you all, I'll be sharing some more art soon 😊
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robiniswriting · 1 year ago
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I’m still amazed that the BBC let Chris “wrote the Cyberwoman episode of Torchwood” Chibnall anywhere near Jodie’s run, never mind putting him in charge of it
gonna be brutally honest here anon I have never seen torchwood so I cannot comment on that specifically, BUT!
chris chibnall isn’t as awful of a writer as people think. in my opinion, he was hindered by his love of classic who. he was writing for a completely different show in a completely different time, and a lot of his plot and lore decisions make more sense when you consider the classic show. not to mention his politics, many of which were stuck in the 1960s-1980s.
as a result, fans of new who didn’t like it — certain key elements of it didn’t really gel with the current show and upset their understanding of the doctor as a character.
chibnall also made the mistake of listening to fans during his first season: everyone was saying they wanted new monsters and a break from daleks and cybermen, so he had a season of totally brand-new monsters. people hated it, said the show was unrecognizable. when he wrote a few new episodes with daleks and cybermen and weeping angels, people wrote it off because they’d already made up their mind about it.
I’ll always be grateful to chibnall for pushing forward and having the first female doctor. the pushback he received for that at the time gets largely forgotten. it would have been easy to give in to the massive pressure and recast — nothing of the seasons had been filmed when jodie was initially announced — but he refused to budge and backed jodie all the way. for that, I’ll always respect him. he’s put up with a lot of shit from the fans.
that having been said, disliking chibnall’s era is so valid. even though I really enjoy thirteen’s run (she is my wife I love her dearly) I can like that era of the show and also have enough critical thinking skills to see the problems with it. I’m pretty sure i’ve said it before but the politics of the chibnall era are atrocious (see: the woman who fell to earth, rosa, arachnids in the uk, kerblam!, spyfall pt. 2, the vanquishers — feel free to ask me to elaborate on any of these) and sometimes he falls into the trap many writers do when writing women, which is to water them down a bit. thirteen is Not as weak as many people make her out to be, but there are a few moments that irk me (see: needing jack harkness to break her out of prison. I’d have been okay with it if maybe she’d managed to stall the judoon long enough to send him a distress signal or something? maybe use the sonic to get his attention? just give her a bit of agency).
anyway, long story short, chibnall’s era has issues. but nowhere near the number that people attribute to it. as for why the BBC handed the show over to him, he was extremely successful as showrunner on broadchurch, had written well-liked episodes of doctor who and been head writer at torchwood in the past, was a massive fan of the show, and vocally wanted to being some changes and mystery to the show, something fans had been clamoring for for ages. my guess is he applied for the job, interviewed like anybody else, and they decided he was the best possible candidate.
no writer is going to have no misses, especially not on a show with such demanding deadlines as doctor who, and every new showrunner is a risk the BBC have to take. at the time, it looked like he was the man for the job. sometimes, it’s all just business.
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leupagus · 1 year ago
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I'm making kirazi take the blame for this
because she said "what if you wrote a slowburn casefic for Broadchurch" and the entire plot fell into my lap.
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"I mean yeah," Miller says, waving her chopsticks about, "I definitely would have killed Joe if he hadn't left, but I would have marched right over to that shitty little shack you used to lurk in—"
"It wasn't a shack and I lived there, Miller--"
"And said, 'Oi, sir, just killed my husband, here you go, I brought my own handcuffs.' I was never afraid of going to prison for that. If I'd killed him, you'd've been the first to know."
Hardy stares at her, busily digging through her container of bamee khai. "You'd have called me 'sir' when you were confessing to murder?"
"Ooh, plus, this skeleton's got all his teeth. Joe's got at least two crowns and got his wisdom teeth removed. So, there you go."
"There you go," Hardy agrees. He picks at his food but it's like grass between his teeth, too much work. He tosses it onto his desk and swears at himself when the dressing splatters onto a file, but Miller's already balling up some napkins to throw at him. "I did think for a while that you had killed him," he says, dabbing carefully at the picture of half-rotted shovel.
There's a choking sound; he looks up and Miller's coughing, using some more napkins to press against her mouth. "You what?"
"When you said it'd been handled, right as I was leaving," he explains. "I thought, ach, well, she's a professional, and I thought I'd leave you to it before you decided I needed handling too." He meant it as a joke, but she stares at him, stricken. "I didn't mean—"
"That's not why you left," she says, still staring at him. Staring through him, her eyes unfocused the way they are when she's got hold of some thread on a case and is chasing it down in her mind. "You left because if Joe's body ever did turn up, you'd have to investigate. And you thought if I'd done it that you'd catch me." She blinks, then glares at him. "I'm not sure whether to be touched at your consideration, or outraged at your assumption that you'd catch me if I had done it. Or offended that you didn't think I'd confess right off."
He gapes for a minute, trying to follow her logic, such as it is. "Are you angry with me for—"
"I'd be a great murderer," she insists, stomping to her feet and snatching away his salad and the napkins still held loosely in his hand. "You shouldn't be eating near the crime scene photos," she sniffs, and stomps out.
"What the hell?" he calls after her, scrabbling for some more napkins or tissues or something to get rid of the last speckles of lemon dressing.
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freddie-221b · 6 months ago
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That Scene From Broadchurch
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The bench was damp through Hardy’s suit trousers, reminding him again of why he hated this bloody town. Water, everywhere. He couldn’t escape it here, everything, even the case, led back to the sea. There, under the shelter on the pier, the noise of the crashing waves was inescapable, the whistling of the wind through the sails of the boats docked in the harbour eerie, even to the D.I.
“You’re the last person I expected a phone call from,” said Dr. Baxter, a dark chuckle shadowing his voice.
Hardy’s tone of voice very much implied that he was the last person he expected to be calling. “You’re the first friendly face I’ve seen in months,” he said, accent thickening unconsciously in the presence of a fellow Scot. Finally a break from the relentless Dorset accents he seemed to be surrounded with.
“If I’m the friendly face, God knows what the rest of them are like.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” Hardy responded, briefly turning his head to look at Dr. Baxter, before returning his gaze to the sea and the cliffs ahead of him. “It is another world.”
There was a pause during which Hardy fought the urge to brush his fringe out of his eyes as the wind tousled it. 
“It's a bit…cloak n’ dagger, Alec,” the doctor said, a questioning edge to the statement. Hardy never liked the hidden emotion in people’s voices. It bugged him. “Meeting me out here? What’s wrong with the office?”
Hardy grimaced and looked away, off towards where the station sat on the waterfront. “Small town, everyone’s eyes on ya.” He swallowed thickly, shaking his head. “Don’t like it.”
The way that everybody knew everybody made him almost miss working in a city, where the only people who knew you were the ones who knew you. He liked anonymity, anonymity was safe. Well, until everyone knew him, that was.
Baxter hesitated before saying his next words, fiddling absently with the zip of his windbreaker. Hardy still couldn’t fathom how this town somehow managed to be both swelteringly hot and near icy cold all in the same day. Bloody sea air, he thought grumpily. “I, er…went through all the results you sent me.”
“So?”
Dr. Baxter turned to him, face grim. “It’s not good, Alec.”
“No,” he sighed, shifting in his seat, leaning forwards slightly to rest his forearms on his thighs, not looking at him.
“You’ve got to change all of this! No stress, no pressure, nothing that’ll cause unnecessary exertion,” Baxter listed, for what Hardy was sure was the five hundredth time in the last year.
“I can’t,” he said bluntly, shaking his head again.
“You have teh!” He felt the doctor’s eyes on him as he stared at the cliffs. “If you don’t… you’ll end up dead.”
Hardy bared his teeth as he growled distastefully at his words. “Ah, you bloody doctors!” he said, drawing out the word ‘doctors’ mockingly as he glared at Baxter. “Always ‘do as I say or you’ll end up dead.’”
“I’m serious! Look,” Baxter pressed, and Hardy knew what was coming next. “I’ll make sure all the paperwork gets filled in, you can be invalided out.”
He flicked his eyes over to the station again. He knew Baxter was right. “Not ‘till I’m done here,” he argued flatly.
“You like it that much?” Dr. Baxter asked in disbelief.
Shooting him a glance and shaking his head, he gritted out: “No, I hate it! I hate the air, I hate the sand!” This place had genuinely been his worst nightmare to live in. Too much water, too much surveillance, too much…everything. It reminded him much more than he liked of his childhood, that visit to the seaside as a kid when his parents fought incessantly the whole time. “I hate the stupid people, I hate their bloody smiley bloody faces,” he spat, glaring up at the sky, pink and blue in the sunset. “I hate the ne’er ending sky…”
“Well…why be here at all?”
Hardy thought for a moment, rubbing his palms over his legs. He stared up at the sky, remembering the state he left the Sandbrook family in before coming here, the little girl whose photograph he kept in his wallet to remind him. He thought of poor Danny Latimer, lying on a slab in the Broadchurch morgue, his parents whose marriage was being torn apart by this investigation, things that would have been left happily undiscovered dragged out for the world to see. He thought of his wife and daughter, far away from him and his cursed life.
“It’s penance.” 
@princeloww
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thealogie · 3 months ago
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Been following you forever for mash takes, but last month your other content has worn me down and I watched good omens (1). I know not the best time, what with the gaiman evilness, but it was time for me I guess. I liked it all right and was charmed by the two leads, though I was already pretty familiar with them thanks to you (and watched Broadchurch, Hamlet and a bit of Masters of Sex before).
What actually surprised me and continues to surprise is that while I was gradually exploring their fandom in various places I never saw any rivalry between the fans of the actors, which is something I always find in the fandoms of shows with duos, whether romantic or not. It never seems to matter if the actors are friends irl or not, the who's better discourse always starts and gets pretty bitter. But here I often see twitter or tumblr accounts who are obviously more fans of one or the other, yet no jealousy or even a hint of bitterness ever implied, which is amazing tbh. I see no entrenching whatsoever even though the fandom for the show is pretty old, 5 years, and by this time everyone is usually pretty entrenched with who is a fan of whom, who's more talented, who's a victim of the producers favoritism and so on, it's not nice, usually you can barely find takes that don't favor one over the other or imply something nasty, but in this fandom I don't see any takes like that at all. I hear you got some tinhatters as well, but they seem to work in another direction, not against the other actor. Wonder why is that so different.
First of all, hi remember how we all used to go to mash together? I miss that and cannot wait for my brain to hyperfixate on it again as I know it will. Nothing will top the Feeling When Mash.
Second of all, thank you for indulging in my interests much in the same way I watch cartoons with mild interest to bond with my little nieces.
I do think actors are usually either secretly killing each other with their minds or they are friends for the duration of the shoot/press tour (like they genuinely love each other but they don’t have time to be friends outside of work). In this case, if you’re a fan of one of them, you’re like “well my fave would hate me if I insulted his bestie that he lives next door to and spends holidays with.” It also helps that they’re equally good - having watched an unfortunate amount of both of their work I can say for each performance where you think one of them was better the other one has something that makes you go “oh well no…I guess he’s just as good in this…”
So yeah it’s rare. Being sexist to the women your favorite little guys are with though? Unfortunately that one is universal to every fandom I’ve ever seen ♥️
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somethinglikethatyeah83 · 2 years ago
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HE GOT AWAY: Alec Hardy
Pairing: Alec Hardy x Reader
Warnings: Threatening, mentions of death, knifes and you get stabbed. Broadchurch stuff, I guess? Set during the Danny Latimer case so massive spoilers for season 1
Summary: You know who Danny's killer is, but only because he comes to have a word with you...
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Alec wasn’t home, still in the office. I’m still off after having Violet but Alec had wanted to get back to work as soon as possible for the Danny Latimer case. 
Which I think I’d just solved.
Joe Miller stood in my kitchen, a place I felt as a sanctuary, holding an eight inch knife pointing in my direction. I didn’t know if I would be able to step in this room again after tonight, if I got out alive. Joe, though, was nervous. Completely and utterly unstable as he shook in front of him. His interrogation against me was evidently unplanned, as I recognised the handle from my kitchen drawer. But his stance was wary, which meant I had a chance of getting out alive.
My gun was in the living room, on the highest bookshelf so Violet couldn’t get to it, but still in reach of me, just in case anything happened. I couldn’t get to it at the moment, though. The last time I used it must have been a good 6 months ago, and I couldn’t even remember if it had any bullets in it, but maybe that was for the best. A scared still hormonal mother with a gun? Never a good idea. And maybe just the notion of getting shot would be enough to get Joe to cave. If I could get a hold of it. 
“Joe-”
“Shut up!” He shouted, shaking the knife at me. He had tears in his eyes and that fearful look that scared me. He could do anything and I wouldn’t be able to stop him.
“Don’t make this mistake.” I warned, holding my hand out in front of me, a good distance. “You’re unstable and scared- I don’t blame you-”
“Scared and holding a knife, do you really want to take that risk?” He threatened, feet glued to the wooden floor, but staring at me with an intensity that only a murderer could have.
“Put the knife down, Joe.”
“Why should I?”
“Remember I’m with the police. I’m married to the detective inspector and best friends with the DS, your wife. You kill me, here, tonight, everybody is going to know. Alec will leave no stone unturned until he finds my killer and when he finds you, which you know he will, he won’t be merciful.” I tell him, watching as his face dropped and it clicked in his head what he was doing. Clicked that what he was doing made no sense at all. “You already have Danny’s life on your conscious, do you really want mine?”
He was so close to caving. To handing the knife in and letting me take him down to the station. But then the phone rang, my mobile sat on the counter, lit up with Alec’s number.
Joe’s face hardened. “Answer it, put it on speaker. Act normal.”
I reached down and answered it, hearing the chatter of the office, Alec’s voice calming me even though he had no clue that a murderer was in our kitchen, threatening to kill me.
“Darlin’, was there anything you wanted me to pick up from the shops on the way home?” He asked, from over the phone, in a moderately perky mood compared to how he would be if he knew. 
I stuttered, stumbling over my words and the nerves took a hold. Joe’s stare for worse. “We need tomatoes for dinner.” I told him, saying the first thing that came into my head because there was a murderer in my kitchen. 
There was silence over the phone, but only for a second. It would probably be the last thing I said to him. I probably wouldn’t make it out here alive and he would have no clue. I’d die here tonight and leave Violet without a mother, Alec without the love of his life, the one person he can tell everything and anything. 
What would Ellie think?
I hadn’t even thought of her. Her husband was a murderer, and she had no idea. Her husband, the father of her children, Tom and Fred, was a murderer. None of them had any clue. And if I didn’t get out here alive tonight, no one would ever know until Alec found out. Joe would walk free.
“You alrigh’, love?” Alec asked from the other side, his voice high and laced with worry. He knew something was wrong, and Joe would make me pay the consequences for that.
I swallowed, steadying my voice, my eyes still staring at Joe to make sure he didn’t move. “Yeah, perfect. Violet’s already asleep upstairs so we’ve got the evening to ourselves.”
“Lovely. I’ll text you when I’m on my way. Love you.” 
“Love you too, Alec, so much.” I tell him, and I could almost hear the smile on his face as he says goodbye again, and ending the call. 
I flip my phone over quickly, turning to Joe again who still has the knife pointed in my direction. He’s still scared but he’s managed to mask some of it. Definitely still unstable, though, and I still might have a chance to let him cave.
“You’re really going to kill me?”
“Why shouldn't I?” He negotiates, taking a step closer to me, which now has my back against the door. I want to stay as far from him as possible, but if he steps closer there’s nowhere else I can go. “You know what I’ve done. You’ll get me arrested. If I get you out the way, Tom and Fred will still have a father. Do you really want them to lose me?”
“Do you want Violet to lose her mother?”
“She isn’t my kid!” He shouts, making me flinch. He can’t control his anger, the tears of frustration falling from it but also a higher chance of another murder here tonight. 
I took a deep breath. “How would you feel if you lost Ellie, huh? It’s the same situation, Joe. How is she going to react to you killing Danny and me?”
“She’ll never find out.”
“You know she will.” I shook my head, swallowing and watching as he got closer. Closer to giving in. “You can’t just refuse it. You can either spend your life riddled with guilt for Danny and I, or you can go with grace and get better. Settle your mind.”
“No.”
“All you have to do is come with me. I’ll take you down to the station. You can confess and serve the time you deserve.” I negotiate, knowing I was helping. Knowing I was so, so close to getting him to cave. I had a chance to get a murderer off the streets tonight and I was as sure as hell going to do my best. “You killed a child, Joe, there’s no escaping that. You can at least go with some dignity, instead of making it worse.”
“No!” He shouts, his whole body shaking with fear, and confusion, and I know he knows I’m right, but he’s fighting it out of fear. He doesn’t want to go, and I don’t blame him, but he deserves it. 
He shakes his head, slowly taking small steps towards me. Each step has my heart rate speeding up. This was it. I was going to die tonight and there was nothing I could do about it. Alec and Violet would be left alone, without a mother and a wife.
“Joe, don't do this.
“You can’t stop me!” 
“She can’t.” Alec’s voice came from behind me. I hadn't even heard the door. “But I can.”
But it wasn’t quite enough. Everything happened too quickly after that for me to keep track. Joe grabbed my wrist and spun me around so I was facing Alec, and the cold metal of the knife was held up against the sensitive skin of my neck. Alec had his gun pointing at Joe, who I could no longer see, but feel his hand on my wrist.
“Joe, don’t do this.” Alec warned, eyes darting between Joe and I. “Killing a police officer is worse than murdering a child, the time you’ll spend in prison will almost double.”
“That’s all I’ve been hearing from her, ain’t it? For the past half an hour.” He sounds disgusted when he refers to me, looking at Alec. 
“Put the knife down.”
Joe didn’t say anything. The tension was too thick, the air was warm and the anger that spilled from Alec was worse than I’d ever seen it before. This could go either way, one would end up with me dead, or a murderer in prison. I knew which one it would be immediately.
And there it was.
An excruciating pain in my abdomen, blood in my ears and dripping onto the floor. There was muffled shouting, a deep Scottish shout and some smashing that resembled that of glass, I wasn’t paying attention. But it didn’t matter. All the chaos didn’t matter, not anymore. Because a murderer was getting away because I’d let him. Joe was getting away.
“He’s getting away…” I murmur, reaching my hand out to the window. It all felt so far away now.
Alec was above me, though, I knew that much. I could just about feel his hand in mine. “You’re going to be fine. Bob’s called an ambulance, we’re going to get you to a hospital.”
He was getting blurry, though, and slowly further and further away from my reach.  I knew I was about to black out but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Joe was getting away and I was about to die. Alec and Violet would be left alone.
“He’s getting away…”
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I could hear the heart monitor, and when I tried to move, a dull ache still throbbed in my abdomen. The smell of sheet vinyl and cheap PPE plastic overwhelmed me, but at least it told me where I was; a hospital. 
At least I was alive.
Part of me knew that wouldn’t let me die in our kitchen that night, but most of me knew that chances were I wouldn’t. Joe probably only just missed a vital organ, and I still could have died from blood loss.
But I didn’t. I was alive. I was alright. Alec and Violet still had a wife and a mother.
And there they were, sitting right next to me in the hospital bed. 
He sat bolt upright when he saw my eyes open, Violet cradled in his arms, sleeping softly. It was obvious the second I looked at him that he hadn’t had a wink of sleep for however long I had been out. 
“You’re awake.”
“I’m alive.” I told him. “That’s more important.” 
Alec nodded, shuffling closer to me in the hospital chair he’d been given. I reached out for him to pass my Violet but he shook his head.
“They’ve said you’re not allowed to hold her until the wound has fully healed. And no pressure on it at all, so when you sit down you have to sit up straight. And no work until it’s fully healed, too.” He lectured, evidently worried for what my reaction would be.
No work and no daughter? Now that was just cruel.
“Shit, seriously?”
“I’m sorry. As soon as you’re allowed, I’m sure she’ll be clinging to you.”
I shrug, looking over at her in Alec’s arms. She was so cute, asleep. Not knowing that her mother had nearly been murdered. By someone that had held her, someone that knew her. I hadn’t even thought about it.
“Joe. It was Joe.” 
“Aye, I know.”
I looked up at Alec who had a nervous look in those gorgeous eyes of his. “How could we have missed it? How could it be someone we know so well?”
Alec shrugged. “I don’t know.”
It was time to ask the question I’d been avoiding. “Have you told Ellie?”
“No.” He shook his head. “She wasn’t in the right frame of mind after she heard what happened to you and I wouldn’t want to make it worse. She had to be told in a civil place, where she can’t do anything to harm anyone or herself.”
“I can’t believe he got away.” I started unconsciously tapping against the hospital blanket I was shrouded in. I couldn’t believe that I had let him get away. I thought I’d either die in the room or a murderer would be off the streets, it hadn’t occurred to me that he could have ran away.
And what would Ellie think? She would find out soon enough and I really don’t think she would be able to handle anything like this at the moment. Tom and Fred would lose their father and Ellie would lose the man she thought she could trust the most.
“Don’t blame yourself.” Alec murmured, holding Violet with one arm and taking my hand in his spare one. “There wasn’t anything you could have done.”
I leant back against the pillow. “I know, I just- he was right there. If I’d had cuffs on me I could have arrested him there and then but I wasn’t at work. I don’t even think the gun has bullets in it.”
“If it hadn’t been for you, if you hadn’t kept him busy we wouldn’t know it was him. Now we know who to look for. We’ll find him soon.” Alec assured, squeezing my hand.
I looked up at him and smiled. He sent a soft smile back as my thoughts started spiraling again. “How did you know I was in trouble?”
Alec laughed slightly, a fond smile on his face. “You told me we needed tomatoes. You hate tomatoes. I knew you only would have said that as the first thing that came into your mind. I knew you were in danger.”
“Thank goodness you know me so well.” I smile. “I love you.”
Alec grinned down at me, nodding. “Love you too. And we’ll catch him, promise.”
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creelkobblelaufeyson69 · 1 year ago
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Warnings: Panic attacks/ mentions of kidnapping
Y/n sits on the sand as they stare into the water. They had come down to the beach to feel calm, but it didn’t seem to help. Their kid had gone missing, and some would argue it wasn’t their kid since they adopted the kid. But to them it was, and to the kid named Charlie. The two visited the beach a lot together that it was hard not to think about him
Their body begins to shake. Their whole body felt like the waves they were seeing before them. Each thought was crashing into them. Y/n tries to calm themselves down by deep breathing, but couldn’t since they remembered they taught Charlie how to help them during panic attacks
‘Oh how he knew how to help me during a time like this…’ they thought as the panic takes over them. They’re sweating profusely as they find themselves not being able to breathe anymore. ‘Where is my baby boy?!’ They thought as they shook so violently against the sand
Tears left their eyes now too, and they could feel every part of them becoming numb now. ‘Why couldn’t I see the trouble you were in to begin with? I’m an awful parent… they could take him back because of what I’ve done…’ the negative thoughts consumed them as they started to sob as they shook
Alec Hardy ends up seeing this, and instantly rushes over towards them. He had pure panic on his face as he worried for them. He hadn’t cared about his reputation at that moment when someone he cared about was on the verge of passing out because of their panic attack
Once he sat next to them, they looked at him. He hugs them, not caring about the sand beneath him that he hates so much. “I’m a terrible parent Alec” they start as he starts to rub their back. “No you’re not. This isn’t your fault Y/n. You’re an excellent parent!” He says truthfully
“No I’m not” they add as they find themselves finding comfort in his hug. “Yes you are. You’re the best parent in BroadChurch!” He says with a small smile forming on his face. This made them start to feel better. The man they’ve been crushing on for so long comforting them during one of their panic attacks
He knew they had panic attacks at times, but never saw one of them until today. “Thanks. Alec I have to tell you something important” he stops rubbing their back, and stops hugging them now as he looks at them now. “As long as it’s something positive” he says, which makes them smile and nod their head as they wiped their tears away
“I like you” they said without hesitation as they continued to smile. His smile brightens up now at the news. He kisses them on their lips, which they gladly returned. Once the two pulled apart, he continues to smile. “I love you Y/n” he admits as Ellie was walking up to the two
Ellie had Charlie by her side who was nervous to see his parent again because he believes they would think it was his fault. Before Y/n could respond, they could see Charlie in the corner of their eye next to Ellie. Y/n quickly got up, and rushes over to him with tears leaving their eyes again
Ellie starts to happy tear up as well once Y/n was in front of the two. They didn’t hug Ellie first, but they hugged their son first. He was tearing up too. “I’m so glad you’re back my baby boy” they said as Alec stood behind them. “You’re not mad at me Mapa?” They stopped hugging him, and looked at him
“Of course not sweetheart. It wasn’t your fault” they said, which makes him hug them. “I’m sorry if I made you think you’d be in trouble. But the one who’s definitely in trouble is the one who took you” they said, which makes him smile a bit. He sees Alec, and stops hugging them and goes over to him
Y/n stands up straight as they looked at the two. “I’ve missed you little buddy” Alec says, which makes Ellie surprised. “Wow, he does have a soft spot” she says as Alec bents down to Charlie’s level to give him a hug. Y/n’s tears left faster as the two hugged each other
“Well I now know who Alec has a soft spot for” Ellie says, which makes them look at her. “He has for a while to be honest” they said as they looked back at the two. The two still hugged each other, which made Y/n a little jealous. Alec could tell, and told them to join in on the longest hug on earth
Y/n smiles, and then finds themselves in the hug as well. Ellie leaves the family to be, and smiles at the sight she saw today
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flashnthunder · 1 year ago
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it's me, bel ep6bastogne, on my knees BEGGING for a crumb, a sliver, of webgott small town coastal mystery. i'm imagining broadchurch-style lieb a la grizzled DI hardy with web doing his best impression of intrepid local girl sidekick DS miller!!!
@ep6bastogne ahh okay what i had written for this wip is a little bit of a different vibe but i am now lowkey obsessed with that concept of a broadcurch-y lieb omg maybe i'll see if it goes in that direction
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The pier stinks of fish. Gulls walk the far edge of the weathered wood, digging between the joints of crab shells and fighting over fish guts. There had been a time when Joe had hated them in the way everyone hates a pest that follows them. They were there from the moment he woke in the morning, following him out to his boat and never leaving as he worked until he went home in the evening. They followed boats out into the ocean when they stayed in sight of the coast. There was no point in trying to chase them off. He had long since learned to live with the noise and flap of wings, the extra stench they brought in with them.
Leaning against the old shed built onto the pier, he smokes until until the sun sags near the horizon. Eventually, even the birds will leave to roost for the night. Water licks up the sides of the posts that hold up the pier, salt spray coating the old wood. Joe can feel it down in his bones, the dry and cracking salt that permeates everything.
The only disturbance in the squawking of the galls is a footfall at the top of the ramp leading down from the shore. A man is standing at the top, looking down at the pier. He almost looks familiar, but Joe can’t quite place his face. Joe squints up at him, the dying daylight casting flickering shadows that warp off the water. He’s wearing a sweater, too clean to have just come off a boat. No one else has come in since Joe had moored his own boat half an hour before. He hasn’t heard any cars running up on the road either. The wind skims off the water and blows through his hair.
There are times when Joe can feel the air change. Not in a way he could ever explain to anyone, but the feeling of standing on a boat out in the unbridled wind and knowing it was pulling something along behind it. It was looking at low waves and knowing the next few swells would grow. It’s never a calm before the storm on the ocean, never perfect stillness like there is standing on land. It’s a change in the rhythm that is the tell instead. For some reason, he can feel it now like he’s looking out on the gray ocean with no land in sight. Something is wrong. The wind is screaming the warning at him, and his whole body prickles with it.
The man shifts but doesn’t move. He looks just as surprised as Joe is to see another living soul out. Slowly, Joe puts his cigarette out on the side of the shed that has more stripped wood than paint left. He flicks the butt into a bucket near his feet. He doesn’t know why, but something tells him to start walking back up. It’s the same thing that tells him when there’s a storm building and when to watch for the next surging wave to break into whitewater.
As if in a mirror image, the man starts walking too. The creaking boards under his feet sound louder with two pairs of boots on them. They stop near the middle and Joe can see his face now, easier to recognize with the distance closed. He’s seen him in town, or maybe outside of the little church that stands perched within walking distance of the old lighthouse. The kind of person who hasn’t stopped to give Joe the time of day, even if he had been in the mood to talk when they’ve crossed paths before. He's still striking enough to remember, and Joe can think of even fewer reasons for him to be at the pier this late. There is still a good ten feet between them where they've stopped.
There’s blood staining the collar of his sweater. Not that much, just a few drops bleeding into an off-white fabric that draws his eye. Joe notices that before he notices his split lip, still fresh enough to be welling up with more blood. There’s a bag tightly clenched in his right hand, fingers curled so hard into the fabric that his knuckles are white.
The gulls have quieted. All he can hear now is the waves lapping against the land.
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unforgottenrobot · 3 months ago
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Broadchurch: The Next Chapter
A sequel to Broadchurch: New Beginnings, over on fanfiction.net.
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Prologue
Alec Hardy sat at his dining table sipping a cup of tea as the distant roar of the Broadchurch coastline filled the air. A case file lay open on the table in front of him, but his mind was elsewhere. As he took another sip of tea, he thought of Anna.
Between his work, the never-ending investigations, and her own long hours with work and her always-packed social life, finding time for each other was never easy. But somehow, they made it work. The quiet dinners, the walks on the beach, and the way she made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he could leave his troubled past behind—these were the moments that kept him going.
For the first time in years, Alec felt a spark of hope. A sense of optimism. A future with her? He could imagine it now— someone to come home to each day, someone to face life’s challenges with, someone who could accept him, flaws and all. Was he deserving of that? Would she want that too?
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes wandering to the view outside his window, to the town of Broadchurch below. While he didn’t have all the answers just yet, for once he wasn’t afraid of the unknown. Anna had brought a light into his life, and he was ready for the next chapter to begin.
Chapter One - The Office
Alec and Ellie Miller sat in Alec’s office, papers and case files scattered around them. The tension in the air was palpable, and it was clear that they were once again at odds over the best approach for the case they were working on.
Ellie, sitting across from Alec, who was sat behind his desk, leaned back in her chair. She crossed her arms and glared at Alec. "You're being too rigid. We need to go at this from a different angle. If we just hammer them with more interviews, we’re going to spook the witness."
Alec, ever the stubborn one, didn’t even glance up from the file in front of him. "The witness is already holding back information. Pressing them is the only way we’ll get what we need.
Ellie groaned, throwing her hands up in frustration. "That’s exactly why we shouldn't push harder! You scare people off with your... well, your Hardy-ness.”Alec finally looked up, narrowing his eyes at her. "My what?”
"Your brooding, intense, 'I’m-going-to-bury-you-with-my-stare' thing. It's not working here,” Ellie shot back. “We need to be more subtle, not bulldoze through it."
Alec exhaled sharply, clearly growing more annoyed. "Subtle doesn’t get results, Miller. You know that."
“Subtle also doesn’t get you slapped with a witness complaint!” Ellie retorted. “Look, I get it, you want to wrap this up, but we need finesse here, not brute force.”
There was a brief pause as Alec took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his patience. “This isn’t about brute force. It’s about finding the truth.”
Ellie softened, just for a moment. “I know. But we’re not getting anywhere by scaring the hell out of everyone. You think I don’t want to solve this just as much as you do?”
Alec sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I know you do. But we can’t afford to miss anything. Every moment we let them hide the truth it’s another moment we lose control of the case.”
Ellie shook her head, leaning forward and softening her tone. “I get that. But you’ve got to trust me on this.”
They stared at each other for a moment, the silence stretching between them. Alec’s jaw tightened, and for a second, it seemed like he might launch into another argument. But then, he exhaled, nodding slightly.
“Fine,” he muttered. “We’ll try it your way. But if this doesn’t work—”
Ellie cut him off with a smirk. “If it doesn’t work, you can say ‘I told you so’ and we’ll go back to your bull-at-a-gate method.”
Alec gave her a reluctant nod, his expression still brooding but with a hint of grudging respect. “Fine.”
They both returned to the files in front of them, though the tension had lifted slightly. Alec, still grumbling under his breath, started making notes. Ellie couldn’t help but smile a little at the small victory, knowing that as much as Alec resisted, he trusted her instincts.
“Good,” Ellie said lightly. “Now, let’s get this bloody witness to open up before you scare them off with that terrifying face of yours.”
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That night the scent of roasting garlic and herbs filled Alec’s small kitchen as he stood at the counter, chopping up vegetables while Anna stirred a pot on the stove. The sounds of Daisy’s clumsy guitar strumming from the living room added to the warm, relaxed atmosphere. It was a rare evening—no crime scenes, no deadlines, no other plans, just the three of them, in a comfortable rhythm that Alec had started to appreciate more than he ever thought he would.
He glanced over at Anna. She moved easily around his kitchen, her hair tied up in a loose bun, completely at ease as though she had been part of his life for much longer than a few months. Her laughter mingled with Daisy's music, and Alec couldn’t help but smile.
This wasn’t something he’d ever imagined for himself again. He had grown so used to the walls around him that he'd never thought they'd come down. But somehow, with Anna and Daisy here, things just felt… right.
“Can you pass me the salt?” Anna asked, flashing him a smile over her shoulder. He handed it to her, their fingers brushing briefly, and he felt the now-familiar warmth of her touch. Alec watched her as she turned back to the stove, focusing on the sauce. It was moments like these, the simple everyday things, that made him realize how much had changed. He liked how easy it was with her now. There was no rush, no pressure. Just them, figuring things out one day at a time.
From the living room, Daisy stopped playing and appeared in the kitchen, guitar slung over her shoulder. “I’m getting better, you know,” she said, looking at Anna with a grin.
Anna laughed, her eyes lighting up. “You’re doing really well, Daisy. Keep practicing those chord changes and strumming patterns. Eventually it’ll feel really natural and you’ll get quicker.”
“Will do. I’m sure I’ll be performing in front of crowds one day if I keep it up.” She replied playfully.
“Crowds?” Alec interjected, raising an eyebrow in mock disbelief. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
Daisy rolled her eyes at him, but her smile showed she was happy, more relaxed than Alec had seen her in a long time.
Anna had taken to teaching Daisy the guitar weeks ago and Alec had seen the two of them bonding in ways he hadn’t expected. He liked that they had this connection, something outside of him. Daisy needed someone like Anna - a steady presence, someone who wasn’t trying to be her mother but was there for her in a genuine way.
“I’m just saying,” Daisy teased, “maybe one day.”
“Just as long as you don’t make me sit through anymore Taylor bloody Swift songs,” Alec quipped, though the smile on his face betrayed how proud he actually was of her.
A while later, Anna turned off the stove, wiping her hands on a tea towel. “Dinner’s ready. Daisy, want to help me set the table?”
Alec watched them as they worked together, the conversation flowing easily. He liked the way Anna fit into their lives—how naturally she and Daisy had built this friendship. It wasn’t forced, and it wasn’t complicated. It just was.
As they sat down to eat, Alec couldn’t help but feel a quiet contentment settle over him. For once, everything felt easy, and for the first time in a long while, he wasn’t waiting for something to go wrong.
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raz-writes-the-thing · 1 year ago
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Mortified (Broadchurch)
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Alec Hardy x GN!Reader (fem anatomy) 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged
Summary: Being in the office so late usually meant that you had complete privacy- though that doesn't account for people leaving things behind, does it?
CW: semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, getting caught in the act
Broadchurch tag list: @clarina04 @kaylinelizabeth4004 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)
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There was one benefit to Alec’s odd working hours- and that was that there was barely anyone at his office late in the evening. The other less workaholic-inclined employees trailed off to a trickle around eight in the evening, and by ten it was usually just Alec. Past that- well, the office was pretty much a definite ghost town. 
You didn’t come over to the station every night. That would be far too tiring and you had your own job to get to in the mornings. But some nights when all you wanted to was to spend time with Alec- just to see him. On those nights you made the sacrifice to your sleep to go and see him. 
He always grumbled at first, complaining about how he just had too much work to do and how you shouldn’t be there because it was a risk to whatever investigations he was working on- blah, blah, blah. He always gave in though when you brought him an extra strong espresso and a kiss hello. Yes. An extra strong espresso at ten plus in the evening. You were aware of how ridiculous it was.
Tonight, you’d managed to convince Alec to hoist you up onto his desk and finger fuck you to within an inch of your cunts life. He was standing between your pushed-open legs, tie loose around his neck and sleeves rolled halfway up his arms. The fabric of your skirt was stretching and you were almost worried that it was going to rip up the seams. Though you were pretty sure Alec would get a real kick out of that. 
The man in question currently had his tongue in your mouth and three fingers flexing and pumping mercilessly into your pussy. You were pretty sure there was slick dripping down onto his desk and coating his mouse pad. He’d have to get a new one at this rate.
“God, look at you,” he says, forcing himself to pull away from your mouth and dropping his head onto your shoulder. His fingers didn’t stop pumping for even a second, even though you were absolutely sure his whole arm was aching from wrist to shoulder blade. Oh well, at least you could say with confidence that he never skipped arm day. “So fuckin’ tight for me, darlin’.” 
You whined and did your best to grind yourself onto his fingers.
“Holy- Sir- fuck, sorry!” 
You froze, cunt clenching around Alec’s fingers half in fear and half in desperation as he came to a complete stop. You were panting, looking over his shoulder at the back wall of his office but you’d recognise that voice anywhere. 
“Miller,” Alec said somewhat awkwardly. “What’re you doin’ here so late?” 
Alec’s fingers started to retreat, pulling out of you. You did your best to contain the whimper of complaint threatening to spill from your lips. 
“Oh- I- needed- I, fuck- don’t worry about it,” she said quickly. “See you tomorrow!” 
You heard rapidly departing footsteps back into the office and down the stairs towards the doors. You groaned, head dropping back. Alec’s face was flushed such a deep red that it might have looked as though he had a rash if you didn’t know better. 
“Well, that was…” you trailed off, looking for the right words. 
“Mm,” Alec agreed, looking positively mortified. 
You broke off into a fit of horrified giggles, and you were pleased when Alec at the very least broke out into a smile. 
“Ellie’s never going to look at you or me or this desk the same way ever again,” you giggled, pressing kisses to Alec’s cheeks. 
“Probably not,” he agreed. “Now, where were we, eh?” 
You gasped as his fingers started moving again, his thumb coming to rub against your clit. 
“Where indeed?” You asked breathily, wrapping your arms around his neck. 
Alec chuckled darkly as you keened under his touch. 
“There y’are. So good for me.”
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Last Movie: I watched Inside Out 2 the other day. It was meh.
Last TV Show: That I paid attention to? 48 Hours. That was on in my home for background noise and I actually registered what was going on? Girl Meets Farm.
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Depends on the food and my mood. I do love dessert but I'm not a super huge fan of sweet stuff in general, if I'm honest.
Relationship Status: What is this a personal attack? I've never even held hands in a romantic way. No one has ever expressed any level of interest in me, physically or romantically. Cloistered nuns get more action than I ever have. I just hope whoever buys my house when I die alone and forgotten appreciates all my collectibles and artwork and doesn't just trash everything to flip the property quickly.
Last Thing I Googled: "scotch egg broadchurch"
Current Obsession: Anything that's going to help me procrastinate from the project I have due on the 27th that my job actually does legitimately depend on.
Looking Forward To: Witcher 4, they better put it on the Switch right away or I might actually combust.
Apparently I'm supposed to tag 10 people and that's not gonna happen. @msmynx
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