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hi, I'm a librarian. mostly, I research things. sometimes, when shit gets really exciting, I send an email. [ooc: rp blog, all fictional]

[lauraharricrs]

The thing is, I am a loving person. I am super sappy when it comes to romance. But I’m not the Antonio Banderas, swashbuckling, Pierce Brosnan, smooth-talking type.

[the-whittemore-omega-blog]

[mission  2: whittemore vs. kapur]

[the-whittemore-omega-blog]

“You’re with them and you put her in danger! I don’t give a shit about me, you put her in danger!” He snarled, “You don’t just work for the fucking club. Some short pale asshole with moles all over his fucking face told me. He told me about you, about how you told him about me and - and her - and now she’s in danger because of you!” He snapped, shoving Will backwards and advancing on him. 

Jackson was beyond the point of caring. Will had put him in the line of danger, so now Will could pay for it. Jackson was sure Oswald would get revenge on the guy who beat him up, but Jackson knew he wasn’t the true source. That had to be dealt with first.

[will-the-librarian-blog]

“WHO IS THEM? Who is her?” At this point Will was starting to get an idea of what Jackson was talking about, and he was starting to get pissed. Not at Jackson, but at Stiles. He had apparently done something to burn Will’s identity, when he should know better than anyone except Allison how important his cover was. What the fuck was going on? He needed to keep this under control.

He went with it, not resisting, letting Jackson do whatever he wanted. Will wasn’t great at fighting anyway since that wasn’t his job. What he needed was for Jackson’s anger to run its course, without him thinking about it rationally. The last thing he wanted was for Jackson to realize how much money or power he could gain selling Will’s information to rival gangs. He wanted Jackson to just focus on his own personal issues and not think beyond that. “I swear, whatever happened, I didn’t betray you or do anything to you, or her, whoever she is. I wasn’t lying, I do want to help you.” He curled in and tried to protect his head and the soft parts of his stomach to the best of his ability.

[ho-stiles]

[text sent to both Stiles and Allison] update: word from bhpd is that peter hale has been murdered by a known contract killer??? that's what they believe and are out investigating.

[That was a fucking awesome surprise, but not the news Stiles was looking for.]

[Text:] Nothing about Fenrir

[will-the-librarian-blog]

[text] They did ask about him too. I said I’d never heard the name. Don’t know if they bought it but it’s technically true that I know nothing about him.

[will-the-librarian-blog]

Look, I just want to go home

[elysiumtower-ads]

I’m sorry, we’re not at liberty give details, but right now we’re treating this as a potential homicide. At this time we don’t believe anyone else is in danger, the suspect is a known contract killer and not a danger to the general public. Tell me everything that you saw tonight, anything suspicious or out of the ordinary. 

[will-the-librarian-blog]

Homicide?! Oh, good god. Contract killer sounds pretty dangerous to the general public, what with stray bullets and being in the wrong place at the wrong time and...you know, being willing to kill anyone for money. Pardon me for freaking out more than you seem to be. I was at the Songbird all night and there was no one unusual--just all the regulars, doing regular things.

[the-whittemore-omega-blog]

[mission  2: whittemore vs. kapur]

[the-whittemore-omega-blog]

Jackson got up, shoving Will with as much force as he could muster. “Don’t give me that bullshit! This is your fault! You told them, I thought you were my friend, I thought you were a decent guy, but you’re with them.” He snapped, swinging for Will. “How do you think I’m going to work with a face like this, huh? I’m going to starve and it’s your fault. What did you get out of it? Did they pay you? How much?” He snarled, landing another blow to Will’s face. 

[will-the-librarian-blog]

Will stumbled back but Jackson still looked wobbly and so he stepped forward again, reaching out to lend him a hand. He was acting really different from normal, maybe he’d hit his head? Possible concussion with confusion? “Hey, take it easy, maybe sit back down. I have no idea what you’re talking about. Do you know who I am? Do you know where you are? What day is it? How many fingers am I holding up?”

He yelped in surprise when Jackson unceremoniously punched him in the face. “What the hell was that for?! I don’t know what you’re talking about, who is them? I work for the club, they pay me my regular salary, beyond that I have no fucking clue what you’re on about.” Jackson landed another hit, and goddamn, he could hit a lot harder than he looked in his condition. Will grimaced and pressed a hand to his bloody nose. “Are you going to calm down and tell me what the fuck is going on, or are you going to keep punching me in the face?” he demanded. He had to dodge as Jackson lashed out again. Apparently the latter.

[the-whittemore-omega-blog]

[mission  2: whittemore vs. kapur]

Jackson was no stranger to sleeping on park benches, and after his altercation with Stiles, he couldn’t quite make it all the way home. He’d fallen down, face bloodied, on a bench by a lake. Now the sun was starting to rise and he blinked his eyes open, standing up and looking around. He saw a blurred figure coming towards him and stood. “Keep walking. There’s nothing to see here.” He called.

[will-the-librarian-blog]

Will was on his way home after another long night at work. The sun’s first rays were just barely starting to climb over the horizon, and he was taking a shortcut home through the park. His eyes widened when he saw the bloody pile of clothes on the park bench in fact had a man inside them. When that man called out with Jackson’s voice, he broke into a run, instinctively reaching out to help steady him as he got to his feet. “Jesus christ, what happened to you? Do you need me to call an ambulance?”

[will-the-librarian-blog]

of all the gin joints in all the world || Cam/Will

[cxmeron-jxnes]

Cameron couldn’t register what happened when Will pulled out his phone and tossed it in the trash can. He heard the small thump and breathe a sigh of relief, he was ok with having to salvage it. He needed that phone, it was the only line he had to his father and in turn his mother and sister. He’d have to remember to call or text whoever back later. Now he needed to get reacquainted with his lover. He made sure to give his hair an extra hard tug at the action he did.

The British male rubs his thigh more against the other’s crotch, trying not to smirk when the other ground against it for more friction. Cameron pushes and moves against Will’s tongue, trying to get more of that addicting taste. He forgot how good it was, forgot how good it was to be around the other. He pants slightly when they break away for a breath, listening to the other rant about how he still hate him and how he was an asshole despite wanting this and not getting enough of the brit. “Well I mean I could do tha’ too if yeh really want me ta.” Cameron shrugs before giving the other a shit eating grin. He pushes his own hips upwards, pressing his erection against the other’s biting is lower lip. 

[will-the-librarian-blog]

Will’s blood jumped at Cameron’s flirtatious suggestion while on the opposite end of the spectrum of feelings, his hand itched to slap the shit-eating grin off his stupid face. “Oh my god, just shut up. You are the worst.” He unzipped Cam’s fly and stuck his hand inside, finding Cam’s cock quickly and squeezing it too hard to be comfortable, satisfied when it made Cam yelp. It didn’t make his erection wane any though, he noticed. “You want to suck me so much, maybe that’ll finally shut you up, huh?” Will barely knew what he was saying, the words so much ruder than his usual way of speaking. Nothing riled him up like Cameron.

“Come on, we can’t do this out here, it’s gross and I only have ten minutes of my break left,” Will said, quite literally leading Cam back inside by his cock. He shut the back door and shoved Cameron into the bathroom, the one behind the staff area that customers couldn’t get to. He leaned in to kiss Cam again, biting him one more time for good measure, and then he leaned back expectantly. “Go on. Ten minutes.”

[will-the-librarian-blog]

[Text:] Update

[text] The Bliss whore lives with a latina girl with blue hair, says she’s a chemist. May be a connection there. can try to sneak a phone pic of her for an ID. The data chip is…a work in progress, still. and an ex who disappeared for years just magically appeared in my life saying he works for “the government.” will explore to see if he’s of use to us.

[text] how are you doing? 

[ho-stiles]

[Text:] Good. U safe?

[Text:] Blond. Tatas?

[will-the-librarian-blog]

[text] probably

[text] yes, that one. do you know any info on her that I can’t see with my own eyes?

[will-the-librarian-blog]

of all the gin joints in all the world || Cam/Will

[cxmeron-jxnes]

Cameron looked down, he fucked up big time with Will but how could he do anything about it? He felt his personal phone vibrate in his pocket. He ignores it deciding to let it go to voicemail. It had nothing to do with his job anyways, only Peter and Scott had his number anyways. He runs a hand through his hair looking away from the other. That hand fell to his side as he continued his biting assault on his thumb. The Brit looks up at the other trying to figure out what the other was feeling. All he saw was anger, anger and a whole lot of hurt that the inventor had caused. It was heart wrenching for the British male, he almost wanted to leave with his tail between his legs and let the other go back to his life.

“Wot are yeh even tal-” Cameron didn’t get to finish his sentence before he was grabbed by his shirt and pulled into a painful kiss. Fuck it hurt a lot but it felt damned good to feel the other again that he had to let out a small moan. He grips the other’s arms making a small annoyed grunt when Will bit his tongue. A louder grunt escaped his lips when he was slammed into the brick wall. One of his hand moves into the other’s hair gripping it tightly hoping it’s cause some pain for the other. A leg presses between the other male’s as he pulls away to bite and pull on Will’s bottom lip with his teeth.

[will-the-librarian-blog]

Will growled in annoyance when he could feel Cameron’s phone keep vibrating in his pocket. He reached inside and fished it out. He moved slow enough that Cameron had time to stop him if he wanted to, and when he didn’t he tossed it into the bin by the door. Cameron was in luck--it landed with a soft thump rather than a clang, which meant the bin was full and if he wanted to he could jump in amongst the garbage and retrieve it undamaged later. Will wouldn’t have cared either way.

He arched his back into the feeling when Cam pulled his hair, sending bright sparks of pain along his scalp. He licked into Cam’s mouth again and again, refusing to let him get the upper hand. This irritating physical pull that Cameron still had on him was unlikely to be washed out of his system with just a quick grope in the alley, but it still didn’t hurt to try. He groaned when Cam’s thigh rubbed against his crotch, and he rode it, seeking more friction. When their mouths disconnected for just a moment to breathe, Will said, “This doesn’t mean I don’t still hate you. I can’t get enough of you but I am still so, so, so mad at you. You’re an asshole and I’m just doing this for my own pleasure. Just so we’re clear. Because you suck and I hate you.” That said, his hips bucked forward again and he reached for the answering bulge in Cam’s jeans.

[will-the-librarian-blog]

[Text:] Update

[text] The Bliss whore lives with a latina girl with blue hair, says she’s a chemist. May be a connection there. can try to sneak a phone pic of her for an ID. The data chip is…a work in progress, still. and an ex who disappeared for years just magically appeared in my life saying he works for “the government.” will explore to see if he’s of use to us.

[text] how are you doing? 

[ho-stiles]

[Text:] I’ll tell her thnx

[Text:] Everything good on your end?

[will-the-librarian-blog]

[text] some personal stuff came up but nothing that should affect the job in any sense

[text] do you know anything about Erica, one of the bar girls here?

[will-the-librarian-blog]

[Text:] Update

[text] The Bliss whore lives with a latina girl with blue hair, says she’s a chemist. May be a connection there. can try to sneak a phone pic of her for an ID. The data chip is…a work in progress, still. and an ex who disappeared for years just magically appeared in my life saying he works for “the government.” will explore to see if he’s of use to us.

[text] how are you doing? 

[ho-stiles]

[Text:] Jst keep an ear out for wolf things. Not sure how it’s gonna pan out yet

[Text:] [IMG ATTACHED - the partial of Oswald with Scott cropped out] This girl?

[will-the-librarian-blog]

[text] yes, that’s her. do you know who she is?

[text] tell allison

[will-the-librarian-blog]

of all the gin joints in all the world || Cam/Will

[cxmeron-jxnes]

“I didn’ know tha’s wot I was signin’ up fer! All I knew was tha’ it was goin’ ta pay well an’ I wasn’ goin’ ta past tha’ up was i? Tha second I found out wot it was I wanted out. I still want out because as much as I enjoy wot ‘m doin’, it leaves a bad taste in me mouth.” It was starting to scare Cameron was more accurate. The fact that weapons and other devices he was making were actually used to kill people. He shudders a bit and leans against the wall of the club, lighting up his cigarette and inhaling deeply. He exhales through his nose listening to the other rant and ramble about how he chose this. How he knew about this and chose this life.

“I didn’ fockin’ know! If I knew I would’ve left, I tried a few times. Know what happened? I got me arse kicked an’ was taught a ‘lesson’! An’ I did it fer yeh! I was goin’ ta use tha money ta help yeh pay off yer damned school debt! Get yeh out o’ here an’ actually live somewhere nice! Don’ say I chose them o’er yeh because tha whole reason I left was fer yeh.” Cameron was off the wall, taking another hit off his cigarette before tossing it to the ground. “All I wanted was ta make yeh happy…Ta take off tha stress load…” Cameron bites on the skin of his thumb, a stupid habit he got when he was nervous. He looks down and away. He wanted to tell the other the truth. He needed Will, he’d missed the other so much and every moment he had been away had hurt him more than he let the other’s onto. “Please…Yeh have ta believe me love.”

[will-the-librarian-blog]

“Well that was a stupid fucking choice you made then, wasn’t it? Maybe you shouldn’t have jumped in headfirst without finding out exactly what you were getting into first.” Will was too mad to give Cameron any points for the things that he said. Will knew he was willing to say anything in order to win him back, and he wanted to close his heart to what Cameron was saying because he knew that if he didn’t, he’d just get sucked in to the charming whirlwind that was Cameron Jones once again, and he already knew that that would end nowhere good. If only he didn’t still look so completely fucking irresistible, with that oral fixation he always had when he got nervous.

“Just for the record, I still fucking hate you, I don’t have to believe you or do anything you ask, and I am not. happy. with any of this.” Will clarified before grabbing Cameron by the lapels and dragging him forward, crushing their mouths together in a bruising kiss that was so angry, it was practically a punishment. He bit into Cameron’s tongue when it started to feel like he was enjoying it too much. Their teeth clicked together, clashing, and Will slammed Cameron back against the brick wall behind them. He hoped it hurt.

[will-the-librarian-blog]

[Text:] Update

[text] The Bliss whore lives with a latina girl with blue hair, says she’s a chemist. May be a connection there. can try to sneak a phone pic of her for an ID. The data chip is…a work in progress, still. and an ex who disappeared for years just magically appeared in my life saying he works for “the government.” will explore to see if he’s of use to us.

[text] how are you doing? 

[ho-stiles]

[Text:] Dog days r over yo

[will-the-librarian-blog]

[text] sorry if I was unclear: “elaborate” means be LESS cryptic

[will-the-librarian-blog]

Look, I just want to go home

[elysiumtower-ads]

We’re not at liberty to say, sir. Does the name Fenrir mean anything to you?

[will-the-librarian-blog]

Right, of course. Can you at least tell me if he’s okay? Or if anyone’s still in danger? No, I can’t say I know that name--are they a suspect?

[will-the-librarian-blog]

Look, I just want to go home

[oswxld-rxmirez]

“We just recently got together. I’m trying to help him kick his bliss habit. Job doesn’t help but he is stubborn about it. Can’t help who we love huh? I’m the one he comes home to so I don’t stress too hard. It’s when he’s blissed out that i worry.” Oswald gives him a small smile and a tilt of her head. “Thank you so much that’s nice of you. I have a rabbit at home but you can only talk to them so much. I’m not a prostitute no, I work at a chemical lab at the university. Pulled me out of my sophomore year to work for them.”

[will-the-librarian-blog]

Right. Sure. I worry too, but I’ve heard that this Bliss drug is apparently crazy hard to kick. And he claims that the high doesn’t start to get weaker with the same dose, like it does with every other drug. Hey, you’re a chemist--can you explain to me how that’s even possible? It sounds extremely unlikely, but Jackson seemed pretty sure about it. 

[blueeyedreyes-blog]

By the throat|| Will

[blueeyedreyes-blog]

He had got to be shitting her. Erica couldn’t hide her knife away quick enough but it didn’t stop her from moving closer to them. She put a smile on and tugged at her targets ear. “ Not much, but he promised me a drink, and I’m officially off the clock.” She easily lied. With her boobs out up to her ears there weren’t many people to deny it as if it were never their idea. 

Erica was trying to rack her brain as to why Will would have any interest in any majorly twitchy nervous guy. She chewed the inside of her lip. Erica was missing something but her hands were moving, making the sweaty dude feel important and sexy. Was Will after the usb? But if he wasn’t then her cover was destroyed. 

[will-the-librarian-blog]

Will narrowed his eyes. Highly suspicious. What did Erica want with the mark? It was definitely not a coincidence that she wanted to get close to him on this exact night that he was supposed to be handing over sensitive data. Was she with the feds? Undercover cop? Something else? She’d never showed any signs of being anything other than what she was the whole time she’d worked here, but that didn’t mean anything--neither had Will.

“A drink, huh?” He was reluctant to move away from them, but he was the bartender after all. “And what does the lady want?” He listened to her order, then reached across the counter to grab some bottles and a tumblr, mixing it for her right there on top of the counter instead of moving back. A bit unorthodox, but he was going to stay glued to this guy just to prevent Erica from knifing him, or whatever the hell it was that she was planning to do tonight.

[will-the-librarian-blog]

[Text:] Update

[text] The Bliss whore lives with a latina girl with blue hair, says she’s a chemist. May be a connection there. can try to sneak a phone pic of her for an ID. The data chip is…a work in progress, still. and an ex who disappeared for years just magically appeared in my life saying he works for “the government.” will explore to see if he’s of use to us.

[text] how are you doing? 

[ho-stiles]

[Text:] High profile  hiits?

[will-the-librarian-blog]

[text] elaborate?????? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯