everytime i / FELL

will’s mother was called crazy.  his brother, too, a lot.  he didn’t get to see much of that time from where he was but as soon as he thought about this he almost figured he would be getting the same treatment.  another crazy byers.  but the man agrees with him.  that should make him feel better, right?  why wasn’t it making him feel any better.  why did it only worsen the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.  he nods.          ❛   great.  that’s  …  great.   ❜          he reaches for the back of his neck, as if he expected the hairs there to rise up now.  as if the mind flayer would make an appearance now.  but things stay calm.  he can be thankful for at least that and takes a deep breath.          ❛   so  …  you think there’s other stuff out there that can do this?   ❜

      veronica enjoyed being a lawyer almost as much as a private investigator. however, she didn’t realize how much extra work went into the new career. much less investigating and much more PAPERWORK. it’d finally hit her once she spent     every night     at the same bar going over notes to support her case against the defense attorney. the bartender had practically memorized her order. “ okay we get it, i drink the same thing. ” she sighed, taking a look around the bar. “ you know what asshat, ” she called the bartender, although they both knew she didn’t mean it. “ give me what they’re having !! ” @woodshorestarters​

There was no excuse for what Harry’d done. While Liv typically wouldn’t bat an eyelash at the idea of someone trying to steal some fucking pictures, this was Harry. She’d been so close to letting herself get close to him and he’d chosen to break her trust. They’d kissed, and shared a moment together that she thought was actually worth something, only for him to prove to her that what they shared clearly meant nothing to him.

“Give me the fucking photographs, Harry.” She reached out for them, utterly frustrated that she didn’t have her magic. If she did, getting the photos would have been much easier. “I’m not playing your games. Stop being a dick.” She reached out for the photos one more time before giving up and punching him in the stomach. Hard. Waiting for him to double over, she snatched the photos out of his hands before making a beeline towards the door.

Just as she made it to the door, Liv paused and whirled around to glare at him. “For the record, it wasn’t the photos that got me worked up. It was you.” She pocketed the stupid photos, closing the distance between them so she could properly glare him down. “You can’t just do shit like this and expect me to be fine with it.” She’d learned her lesson, that was for sure. There wasn’t a chance he’d be allowed alone in her room anymore, not that that had been a good idea in the first place.

          harry could take a hit, he had gotten in enough fist fights in his life to know how to bounce back, but that didn’t stop her punch from knocking the wind out of him. “fuck,” he cursed, doubled over for a moment. even though he clearly was not a reasonable person be any means, he could understand why she had done it -- they both knew he was stubborn, not about to give them back just because she asked for them, so she had to do it by force. 

most people who had to sit down with daniel for an interrogation did not have the same upbeat demeanor that the young man was currently displaying, which was offputting. given the lack of evidence produced at most crime scenes, it was easy to assume that whoever was responsible for the recent murders was not eager to caught. harry’s attitude set off red flags, but not necessarily in the direction of responsibility for this. but for something else? it was certainly a strong possibility. he wouldn’t turn it away. “ you’re aware of the recent murders here, ” he started slowly, taking a pause. “ woodshore is a small town. were you familiar with any of the victims? ”

“I know.” Allie sighed as he scolded her. “There’s a serial killer out there, y’know. They found another body.” She said softly, taking a long sip of her tea. She closed her eyes and hummed softly in contentment. The tea was good. Grizz was always good at making tea. She pulled her knees to her chest and leaned back against her headboard. 

“Well, I know why I came.” She said as she stared down into her mug. “They promised me my dead sister and I believed it. It’s fucked up.” She shook her head quickly and took another sip of tea, cradling the mug in her hands to give her some semblance of warmth. “But yeah, it’s weird. At least there’s structure here. And food, and doctors.” She said as she gazed out the window.

“I’m glad that you came, Grizz.” Allie said with a small smile. The nightmare she’d had that night was about him, but she wouldn’t tell him that. She was scared that when they reunited in Woodshore he wouldn’t trust her, but he did and she was forever grateful for that. Harry and Lexie had done a good job of making her the enemy. Clark, Jason, and Luke too, but it would hurt even more if Grizz was among them. “You don’t have to do this, you know. Look after me.” She appreciated it to no end, but she hated asking things of people, especially nice people like Grizz. She still hadn’t forgiven herself for what she had asked him to do to Dewey, and she wasn’t sure she ever would. She was glad it ended up being her to do it and not him.

          “exactly, and i really don’t want the next dead body to be yours.” it had grown into almost a habit, protecting allie; even if she was no longer in charge or had a target on her back for it, he still cared about her far too much to stop looking out for her now. 

          grizz stared down into his own mug as she spoke. talking about cassandra was always difficult, he never knew exactly what the right thing to say was. “it’s just fucked up that they would promise that. like they’re just trying to reopen old wounds or something, i don’t know.” his tone was musing, quiet and thoughtful. “--- but hey, i’m glad i came too, if only to hang out with you,” he smiled, lightly nudging her arm with his as he spoke. 

closed starter for @bruiisd​ / grizz visser !!

as soon as sam had made it to his room, he froze when he realized the door was already unlocked. taking a deep breath, he opened the door with one hand as he tugged his suitcase behind him with the other. and then his eyes landed on grizz and a giant smile formed on his lips. “grizz?” he signed, eyes shining as he moved closer to the other guy. “are you a burglar?” he joked, voice soft and fond as he closed the distance between him and his boyfriend. wrapping his arms around grizz, sam pulled back to lean on his toes to press a kiss against his cheek. “what are you doing here?” he asked, bringing a hand up to grizz’s cheek.

Cassandra appreciated rules. Rules kept people safe. But she needed to find her sister, and after being in Woodshore for almost an entire day, she was going crazy. And so, after searching the entire resort for Allie, she’d staked out the lobby and had waited for the staff member who had been sitting at the front desk to leave before she made her move. Running over to the desk, she immediately began searching through the roster of residents and their designated rooms, searching for Allie’s name. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of someone approaching the desk and immediately tensed. “I’m looking for my sister’s room. Can you do me a favor and keep an eye out for the staff?” Cassandra asked in a hushed voice, not lifting her eyes from the roster. She knew her request most likely wasn’t going to be honored, but all she needed was a few extra seconds to find Allie’s room. What she didn’t need was for someone to rat her out.

@woodshorestarters​

             grizz spotted her from across the room, eyes easily caught by the blonde at the front desk who looked like she clearly did not belong there. for a moment, he thought it was allie, which would have at least made more logical sense than the truth, but as he approached he was able to get a good look at her face for the first time and all logic seemed to fade away. “cassandra?” his voice was filled with disbelief; he had helped bury her himself, even if this place was strange it still made no sense that she was now standing in front of him living and breathing. 

her heart flooded with warmth at the sight of the other half of her soul, a slow smile spreading across her lips and meeting her eyes. that had become a rare smile for her in the last eight months of her life – after arthur had died, everything about her life had felt different, nothing had given her the same joy. but everything in woodshore different. “hi, luke.” it was different than how seeing steven had been for the first time – he had a difficult time believing it, understandably so. but they were twins. if something was wrong, he would know. for once, nothing was wrong. she hugged him tight. “it’s really good to see you too. i’ve been waiting. steven, too. and mom.”

will stares at the black and white image of the boy and the brutal headline above it.  dreams turned real remind him of newspaper clippings he’d seen with his own face on them and the same sort of headlines.  YOUNG BOY MURDERED.   BODY FOUND.   KILLER ON THE LOOSE.  he sets the paper aside and takes some deep breaths as he had hardly even realized that he was holding his.  he notices someone looking at him and he clears his throat, trying to wave a bit before shifting awkwardly.           ❛   do um …  do you think the killer is gonna stay here long?  or  …   i know it sounds weird but  …   do you think it’s really a person?   ❜            he had heard the rumors of something supernatural possibly being the cause.  will dreads what that could mean if it was the case.

@woodshorestarters​

“oh, ”  one simple sound represents both relief that he was alive and surprise that he was aware enough to ask.   “  no, i was checking to see if you were alright. ––––––  are you alright ? ”  strawberry blonde locks fell over her shoulders as she looked down towards him. as far as she could tell, he didn’t look hurt –– but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. bruises could be disgustingly easy to hide.   “you know there’s a killer in woodshore and you’re just laying in the grass … ? ”

closed starter for @bruiisd​ / harry hook !!

“Fucking douchebag.” Liv growled under her breath as she finished running up the last flight of stairs between Harry’s room and her own. As soon as she’d noticed the photos missing from her room, she’d ran up the stairs as fast as she possibly could. He was the only person who knew those photos even existed. And of course, it was her fault. Because she’d been the idiot who left him alone in her room. She couldn’t trust him. God, she’d been so stupid to want to trust him. To want to be closer to him. Of course, just when things started to look good, like maybe he was worth her trust, he’d go behind her back and stab her with his metaphorical hook.

She wouldn’t admit it, but hot tears burned her eyes as she swiftly stalked her way down the hallway towards his room. Her breath quickened as she finally stopped in front of room 743. Without waiting, she knocked once on the door, hard, before flinging it open and barging inside.

“Where the fuck are they?” She didn’t wait for an answer, stepping over the piles of clothes on the floor as she made her way to the dresser. Opening the drawers haphazardly, she began sifting through clothes as she searched for the only belonging that actually mattered to her. “Don’t ask what I’m looking for. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” She practically spat out, heart frantically smashing against her rib cage as she whirled around to glare at the pirate laying on his bed. The moment her eyes landed on him, with those photos in his hands, her gaze grew cold, as did her voice. ”Give those to me now so I can walk out of this room and never have to deal with you again.”

A single tear slipped from her cheek and Liv hastily wiped at it, refusing to acknowledge the fact that she was crying–that he had made her cry. Not because of the photos, but because she’d given him her trust and he’d chosen to break it. It was quite ironic, really–the one time she actually gave into her feelings for someone was the exact moment he disregards her boundaries and breaks her trust.

           perhaps harry’s curiosity had gotten the better of him. although he wouldn’t admit to it out loud, he could admit to himself that it might not have been the best idea to steal from someone he actually really liked, and who he wanted to like him in return. at the same time, however, in his mind, petty theft was never all that serious; it was something people might get angry over for a day, but that they would either forget about or get over in a relatively short amount of time. that’s why he was honestly ill prepared for the white-hot anger that liv came storming into his room with.

          swiping the photos was easy, an action done without much thought behind it at all, especially considering she had allowed him in her room completely unattended. and as he lay on his bed absentmindedly looking through them, it made him jump slightly to see his door suddenly fly open. “oh, shit.” he knew he was in trouble, but he wasn’t even able to get another word out in his defense before she began frantically searching around the room.

JULIET WAS HEADING BACK TO THE RESORT, WHEN SHE NOTICED THE YOUNG MAN. she was heading back to grab a change of work clothes and grab some lunch, before going back to the hospital. the blonde walked up on the sidewalk and moved a little closer to the grass, where she could see the younger boy a little better. ❝ oh, no. i was just making sure you were okay. you don’t see many people laying on the grass out here. ❞

with a third body official found, woodshore now had a serial killer by definition. the police force had been working overtime and incorporating unusual outlets of help with the eclectic collection of residents in town, but daniel had remained focused and centered throughout the progression of the investigation. he was seated at his desk calmly, his most recent suspect to question in a folding chair beside it. “i hope you understand the gravity of the situation that you’re in, mr. hook.”   // @bruiisd​

Allie didn’t sleep much. She would hesitate to even say she fell asleep most nights; usually her body wouldn’t let her slip deep enough, instead resting in short, spontaneous episodes throughout the night. As soon as even the smallest sliver of sunlight shone through her blinds, she was up. She’d watch the sunrise and get lost in her thoughts before she either shut herself in her room all day or met up with Grizz.

During the nights she got closest to sleep, she had nightmares. Bad ones. Nightmares about Cassandra or Dewey, or even nightmares where Grizz didn’t trust Allie anymore. He was sort of her best friend, which didn’t say much because few people liked her. She trusted him, though, like a brother. That morning had been particularly tough for her, and as she heard the knock at the door she rushed to wipe the tears from her eyes. “Yeah, I’m awake. You can come in, it’s open.” He’d probably scold her for that. As he walked in, she smiled and crossed her legs so there was more room on her bed for him to sit. “Chamomile?” She asked as she reached for the mug, already knowing the answer. “You didn’t have to do that.”

           hearing that she was, in fact, awake brought a small smile to grizz’s face, though the actual answer she gave made him shake his head disapprovingly as he walked into the room. “you know, you should really keep your door locked.” he didn’t trust the strangers here -- how could he? especially after finding out he could barely trust some of the people he had known for years. not allie, though. he knew she was always trustworthy, always trying her best to do the right thing. and it was hard on her, he also knew that, which is why he always tried his best to help in any way he could. 

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡-𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐧.            he didn’t realize what he was getting himself into when he arrived in woodshore.    he was just a trainee,  he wasn’t geared up to be in a city that had    an active case    on their hands.       nonetheless,  he lived up to the hotchner name.       he went about his duty   &   performed with    high excellence    when possible.    he didn’t let anything show that he was uneasy.    the first thing he noticed when he walked outside was a male laying in the grass,  still.    suspicion   &   intrigue washed over him as jack walked over.    he peered down at the individual,  eyebrows slightly knitted together.                    ❝   just checking to make sure that you’re alive.    now that i’ve confirmation that you are,  why are you laying on the ground ?    you okay there ?   ❞                    he asked,     half tempted    to sit down next to him.    maybe laying down would help calm his stomach.

           the voice that responded to his question was shockingly familiar, causing grizz to sit up rather quickly, squinting his eyes to try to better see the other boy’s face past the bright midday sunlight. and sure enough, just as he suspected, it was in fact a face he recognized from home. the surprise did not out outweigh grizz’s logic, however -- he had never known harry bingham to go out of his way to care about anyone’s well-being besides his own. that, plus the way he was looking at grizz like he was nothing more than a stranger lead him to the conclusion that this had to be someone else, or at least that was how he would choose to treat him. 

          after a moment of stunned silence and staring, grizz came back to his senses, “--sorry. yeah, no, i’m fine. i was just enjoying the nice weather.” pausing a moment, he once again looked at the other’s face with a perceptive eye. “do you maybe want to sit down for a minute? you kind of look like you might be sick at any second.”

                ever since their reunion in woodshore, grizz had been finding it difficult to not want to talk to her almost constantly. sure, there were other people he could talk to, but she was the only one who knew about new ham, their old lives, and everything that happened. 

Martin tended to pay fairly close attention to his surroundings; he wasn’t a head-lost-in-the-clouds kind of person. So as he was leaving the resort, he did happen to notice the young man laid out on the ground in the grass. He’d seen stranger things– many of them from just this week– but as a worrier at heart, he still couldn’t shake the innate concern he felt at the sight. Inching over until the shadow of his body fell over the figure on the ground, he tried to see if the person was even alive– but when a voice spoke up, Martin supposed that answered that. “No, I don’t– I don’t need anything,” he replied hesitantly. “I just wanted to make sure you were, uh, alright?” 

       the worry in the other’s voice was the first thing grizz took notice of, causing his own brow to knit together in concern. “oh, yeah, i’m fine. thank you,” he replied evenly. taking a moment to sit up and allow his eyes to adjust to the light, he observed what he could of the stranger. “are you alright, though? you seem... kind of shaken.” perhaps it was just grizz’s mellow personality in comparison making it seem that way, but he still did want to make sure he didn’t actually frighten him too much.