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captainjimothycarter · 2 years ago

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okay but peggy accidentally calling phillips "dad" one day asdfhdjfjdhs

Okay, I imagined that scene from Brooklyn 99 where Jake calls Holt dad but instead, this came out from Phillip’s POV and it’s just a hot mess. I have no idea what this is, lmao.

But I absolutely love this idea, it just slips and they just run with it. This took me longer to write than it should've, but damn my sinuses.

It's on AO3 Too!

“Carter, this needs your lookover before I approve of sending your boys out lollygagging in California for two weeks.”

Lord knows he’d send Rogers and Barnes to Alaska if it get them out of his hair for two weeks. Some quiet and...well, he might miss the buggers. Carter on the other hand, she never minded time away, but he knew her focus would be on breaking down the intel that they’d so generally taken from the last raid of an underground Hydra base.

He didn’t even see Carter get up from the desk, felt the file tugged from his hands as he turned to focus on the next bunch. File after file, that’s all his job had become. Safer behind a desk where he wasn’t signing letters telling parents their poor son had died in a worthless war.

“They’re not lollygagging,” Carter told him, gently chiding him for the tenth time. “They’re pulling Stark out of whatever the hell he’s doing to get his ass back here. We’re close to finishing Project Playground.”

“The Playground,” Phillips mumbled, shaking his head. “Who comes up with these ridiculous names? Here, make sure they get this too.”

“If I remember correctly,” she hummed, snatching the black bag from his hand. “You do, Dad.”

Did she -

No, no there was no damn way that he heard that correctly. There was no way on this God Green Earth that Carter had called him dad.

It must’ve been the years he’s spent next to the artillery that caused his ears to ring, for him to lose his hearing. There was no damn way he’d heard Carter of all people call him dad. Sure, he could see one of Rogers’ posse doing this as a joke or even Barnes while laughing his tail off but not Carter.

Carter might’ve been the closest thing he had to a daughter and unfortunately, that meant came with Rogers technically being his son-in-law and whatever the hell Barnes was to either of them, but Carter knew her father. Her mother might’ve been a piece of work and Rogers’ mother had adopted her right up as a ‘daughter she never had’ but the point still stood.

Well, all logic went out the window the second that he looked over to her, after what must’ve been a mistake, a slip of the tongue, and well - the pure panic in her expression said it all. He would’ve let it go, brushed it off as a slip of the tongue, a mistake they all made but it became impossible to ignore when he heard Barnes’ terrible attempts at stifling his laughter.

To give him some credit, the man was trying to cover his mouth but the longer he tried to stop himself from laughing, the harder he started to laugh until he was doubled over, hands on his knees and the sound of his laughter echoed around them.

At least Rogers had some sense to not laugh and throw Barnes a look, not that Barnes could see either his or Carter’s look. Damn, that woman knew how to give meaning to if looks could kill. There was certainly a venomous quality to her look.

“I’m going for some fresh air,” Carter announced before promptly marching out of the room.

The silence left behind was tense, at least Barnes had caught himself and stopped giggling, clearing his throat. He looked between them and where the door Carter had just marched out of.

“I should...” He started to say, throwing a thumb towards the door, Rogers stopping him mid-sentence with a slow shake of his head.

“You two should do the job I pay you for,” Phillips grumbled at them, rising to his feet. He brushed off their concerned look, following after Carter’s mumbling.

It didn’t take long to find her pacing the hall, hearing her mumbling only growing louder as he stepped closer. He leaned into the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and watched her for a while. It was the embarrassment of the situation that got to her, amongst he knew, but as he watched her struggle to light a cigarette, thinking better of it before shoving the objects hidden underneath the false brick in the pillar, he couldn’t help but smirk.

“Y’know, I would be proud to call you my daughter,” he told her after a minute, making sure that brick wasn’t in her hand. He knew her tendency to swing when startled and her impeccable aim with any projectile in her hands.

“Sir, I didn’t-”

Phillips shook his head and smiled at her, those rare types of smiles that showed past the chiseled walls the old colonel had built around himself to protect himself. Those very walls that these three damn idiots, the ones responsible for his stress and anyeriusms, he swore, had chiseled away at overtime.

They got on his nerves, they drove him to the brink of insanity. They annoyed him. They disobeyed every damn rule he’s ever laid in place but he knew their reasoning. Beyond all the white collar, bureaucracy, and political bullshit that was their jobs, he knew at the end of the day those three would do whatever it took to do the right thing.

He knew from the very first day that he’d met Carter, she was different. She had a spark, a flame of life that no white-collar asshole could ever tame. She needed to prove herself time and time again, no matter what it took.

That's what he admired about her and, unfortunately, for him, that spark just only grew by the time she met Rogers. They both carried that damn fire.

“Peggy, listen,” Phillips said in a soft tone that asked her to just listen to him. “I’m honored that you see me like that. It was a slip of a tongue but I couldn’t be more proud to see you as my daughter. You’re everything I would’ve wanted to call my own kin.”

“You’re not getting soft on me, are you?” Peggy teased, blinking hard to fight back the tears. “I-”

She stopped and cleared her throat, trying to find the right words to say. There were none, of all the words in the English dictionary, none could be summoned to describe the feelings rising in both of them. Instead, he acted first. He pulled her into a tight hug, feeling her arms wrap around him.

“I’m proud of you, Peggy,” he told her as they pulled away, gently wiping away the stray tear from her face. “I’m proud of all that you’ve done and all that you will do. Even if you did bring those two numbnuts into my life.”

“Y’know we can hear you!” Bucky called down the hall. “You have to admit we made your life better, Chester!”

Barnes was the only damn one who was brave enough - no, stupid enough to ever call him by his first name. Yet, all he could do was laugh softly at Carter’s eyes sparkling as she laughed.

“You made my life a living hell!” He called back to Bucky.

“No,” Peggy corrected. “We made your life more interesting, Dad.”

#Jimothy's Asks #Steggy #Phillips & Peggy friendship #Dadship

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kidge-planet · 2 years ago

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dinner at the Holt's house

important !!

hey everyone !! I needed to inform you that even if I am a kidge account , that one shot doesn't contain kidge ( it has sort of a brotp kidge ) BUT ! I'll do a version of Keith's POV that will contain Kidge ! anyways ! enjoy that verse of the story !

(also , I feel like it was rushed and so , the story seem poorly written . sorry for that :(( )

The paladin's had defited Sandak and were now on earth for a few month until the Atlas was ready to launch .

Colleen had missed her family for years now , to have them all back is a chance that she thought she'd never have. If she had that luck , it was thanks to her daughter but also of the other paladins that also saved the earth and gave her the opportunity to have the ones she loves back at home.

The least she could do to thank them was to invite them all to dinner ! So this is what she did .

The paladins where heading to the Holt's house, all together (without Pidge , obviously ) in shiro's car . Shiro had brought a bottel of wine, Lance flowers for Colleen , Hunk a cake , Allura bought nice candels ,Coran founded a way to make something similar to the Altean Nunvil and Keith also brought flowers wich got Lance and Keith to argue..( Lance started the agument)

-I can't wait to be there ! Pidge told me so many things about her mother's cooking ! It juste sounds amazing ! she also told me that Colleen would be glad to share some recipies with me!

Hunk couldn't help but have a bright smile in his face has he was imagining all those good Italian dishes that were waiting for them .

-Yea , I heard a lot about Pidge's house . She told me she had a HUGE lab ! I bet it looks like the Batcave ! I mean , duh ! She has a rich family , doesn't she ?

-Lance, this is not about the house ! Im sure we'll have a nice evening !

Allura seemed very glad to go . Pidge and her had became close friends and she was happy to be invited at her house in a calm evening , far from war .

-Allura is right . Besides , I had to see the lab you are talking about ,Lance. I can asure you it doesn't look like the Batcave ...But it IS huge.

Shiro said , his eyes not quitting the road .

-At least it is huge..

-Lance , are you going ONLY for the lab ? I don't even think you'll understand the foction of any of the objects that are there.

Keith said , his head layed against the window .

-As if you did.

-Keith ! You two , stop aguing ! We are here to spend a good time together so keep your insults for later , would you ?

The both of them didn't answere .

They all kept talking in the car until they arived at the Holt's house.

In front of the house, they walked in the coldness of the evening to reach the door .

Finally ,they knocked. As soon as they did , they heard barking and sratching behind the door . It took a few seconds before it opened to let appear Colleen and Baebae behind it .

-Hey there ! Glad you could make it ! Come in !

Baebae was jumping on their legs as Colleen greets them .

-Bae' ! Sit .

The dog obeyed and sat in the entrance. She was wagging her tail and panting with her tong out.

The paladins walked in , discovering the house :

It was very clean , beautifully decorated and it smelled good food .

Matt was in the couch with Sam , the both of them got up to greet the paladin's .

After some minutes , Colleen spoke up.

-Katie is in her room . Matt , can you go get her please ?

Matt noded and walked toward the staires .

The paladin's setteled in the couch to wait their friend.

After what seemed to be an eternity, pidge got downstairs followed by Matt :

She was dressed with an oversized red sweater , she wasn't wearingher glaces and had her haires tied in a bun .

-Hey guys !

Baebae ran to Pidge's feets as pidge leaned to give a fast pat on her dog's head .

- Alright, dinner might be ready in 10 .

Colleen said as she got up and headed to the kitchen .

-Do you want some help ?

Hunk asked.

- I'd be glad to help

He finished.

Colleen agreeded and hunk helped her in the kitchen.

When they were finished , everyone got around the table .

As they started to eat , they were talking about everything and anything.

- Yeah! That reminds me the time Katie stole your make up ,mom! She had tried to put some on ! That was so bad , I couldn't help but laugh! Then she got mad and punched me so hard that I had a huge bruise on my face ..

The whole table laughed at Matt's story.

-Very funny.

Pidge was obviously annoyed.

-How old were you , pidge ?

Allura asked as she kept laughing at the idea of Pidge with an horrifying make up .

-She was like ... 6 ?

Colleen said with hesitation.

-6?! And you was strong enough to hurt Matt with a punch?

Lance asked , almost choking with the food he had in his mouth.

- I beat him at arm wrestling.

Pidge answered proudly.

-She was a case . Really ...

Sam said with a desperate look.

-Ho come onnnn... I wasn't THAT bad.

Her family just looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

-You . Were . Terrible.

Matt said , pausing between each words.

-First , we were losing you all the time. One time ,we lost you in NEW YORK . And when we found you , you were laying on the ground covered by birds.

Colleen said .

Everyone cracked a little laugh .

What were you even doing ?

Hunk asked curiously.

- Bonding with my people .

That made some in the table laugh again .

-But Matt wasn't always the nice a nice kid !

Pidge shouted to turn the conversation. she knew that if she didn't, her family would keep going with embarrassing storys of her.

-Every time I really got in trouble, it was your fault .

Matt frowned.

-Pff ,exemple ?

-I have a list .

-Well anyways , you always accepted my weird ideas . That's kinda your fault too.

-You are ALWAYS begging me to follow you in your stupidity.

-Ok you two we get it . Enough.

Sam sighed .

-You two had secret codes to talk . Every time you were starting to use them , I knew something was wrong ..You know , your hand signs..

-Ho , yea ! I taught that to Keith ! Well , actually, we made our version of it .. But it's similar to the hand signs I had with Matt .

Pidge said as Matt frowned.

-Yeah . We still need to figure out some stuffs but in general, I understand what you say even if it doesn't actually make sense.. guess I'm just good with hand talks?

Keith added to what Pidge said .

-you are not good with that. One time , I tried to hand talk with you and you didn't understand anything that I was saying to you ..

Lance said .

-Wait , pidge , you taught Keith how our secret hand talk worked ?! It was supposed to be secret!

-As I said , we made our own version of it. So , Technically not.

-Yea....... Hey ! You guys ! Did you know that pidge had been bold one time ?

Matt said to annoy her.

-HEY!!

And that definitely worked .

-Hold on .. WHAT ?! I have to see that !

-WE have to see that !

Hunk and Lance said with mischievous smiles in there faces .

-NO , YOU DON'T HAVE TO SEE THAT !

Pidge screamed .

-Well I do have the picture in the family album... Hold on , I'm going to get it ...

-NOOOOOOO NOT THE FAMILY ALBUM!

-Ho , come on pidge ! It can't be THAT bad !

Shiro putted a hand on pidge's back as she was crawling in the table , begging her mother to come and sit .

-Trust me , it is THAT bad .

She said with her voice muffled .

Colleen came back to the table with the family album and she started to show pictures to the paladind , including the pic of pidge with VERY short haires .

Every one laughed at the sight of the picture exepte pidge , of course , that was burrying her face in her hands.

-Why did she had that haircut ? she doesn't seem very happy on that picture!

Allura said in between two laugher.

-Never let her use scissors.

Sam joked.

They kept looking at the pictures , passing from cute baby pictures to a picture of younger Matt , in swim shorts trying to show his "big muscles" to katie that was burried in the sand ( she wasn't even paying attention).

The time passed and they had finished dinner . And after that funny evening , they were ready to go back at their own places .

Knowing that theire teammate used to be a special kid ..

ACTUALY , she is still a special one.

hope you liked it !! wait for the kidge vers of it !!

I got a little help for that one shot ! @kidgetrash gave me one of her headcanons for it ! :))) go follow!!

#voltron #pidge #voltron legendary defender #voltron pidge #vld #lance voltron #allura voltron #hunk voltron #keith voltron #katie holt #takashi shirogane #keith #shiro voltron

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msvox · 2 years ago

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Happy Birthday Keith!

Coincidentally, it’s also MY birthday today :)

In celebration, I’d like to finally share the absolute monster of a VLD fic that I’ve been working on for so long. I’m at almost a 100,000 words and this saga, this epic, this absolutely tower of a project is still a WIP, but y’all? I’m proud of this thing and I’d love for you to take a read.

“Why now?” I hear you say. “It is... 16 chapters in?? But it is not yet done! It is incomplete! You don’t seem to know when it will end, either. This seems really awkward.”

Friends, I’m posting this today because I’m a troglodyte who doesn’t know anything about how Tumblr works, and it’s kind of insane that I don’t know how tumblr works, so I flopped around on my keyboard to finally make the blog post go. It is awkward.

But also fuck it. It’s my birthday!

BEHOLD

VARIOUS STORMS by MsVox

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21369121/chapters/50901082

Have you been craving something that re-imagines the entire story of Voltron through a Sheith-y perspective? Do you want tons of pre-Kerberos backstory that shows how Keith and Shiro cross paths, become friends, and then save the universe? Do you want all the missing scenes that should have been in canon? Do you want to learn facts about aviation and space and stuff?

Get some Sheith back in your lives, y’all.

Part 17 is coming soon! More details & stuff below.

VARIOUS STORMS

Chapters: 16/?

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Adam/Shiro (Voltron), (but it's pretty secondary)

Characters: Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Adam (Voltron), Voltron: Legendary Defender Team, Voltron ensemble, Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Pretty much everybody will be in this, Shiro's Parents (Voltron), Original Characters

Additional Tags: Canon Universe, Canon-Compliant until it isn’t, Missing Scenes, Pre-Kerberos Mission, Backstory, Canon Era, S1 to S8, POV Alternating, Shiro’s pov, keith’s pov, Shiro’s Illness, this man is sick, Friendship, Pining, Unrequited, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, eventually, Demi-sexual Keith, keith is bad at feelings, trials and tribulations, difficult conversations, Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, shiro is a dork, Keith is a spitting cat, Adam is just doing his best, Descriptions of Captivity, Grief, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, Brief body horror, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary:

At sixteen, Shiro's world ends with a diagnosis.

At ten, Keith's world ends with a phone call.

This is just the beginning for both of them.

A re-telling of pretty much the whole story, from before the start to after the end.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21369121/chapters/50901082

#sheith #vld #voltron keith #keith kogane #voltron legendary defender #voltron shiro #vld fanfic #I don't know how this works #shieth

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years ago

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Ao3 prompt by Eneritac: I'd love it if you were to re-visit the Johnny & Dora episode from Amy's POV and then Jake's POV!

(this is basically some introspection set before their real kiss, just imagine there was a night inbetween, I don’t remember how much time actually passed in canon?)

She kissed Jake Peralta. Or rather, well, he kissed her once. And she kissed him. Once. Twice, if you count that cheek kiss she did first. Maybe she shouldn’t count that. It was pretty chaste. But it was a kiss. And it came from her. Before everything else. She had the idea of playing engaged to get a table. It was her. Literal hours after re-instating her ‘no cops’ date rule to Jake. After he made that face at her, the one that she always pretended not to notice. The one that could only be described as ‘longing’. The one that was back on his face after she kissed his cheek.

She’s such an idiot. A bumbling fool. An imbecile, as Holt would say.

Jake likes her. He’s been pretending not to for so long it almost seems believable, but it isn’t. He likes her, and she’s pretty sure it has long since grown out of a crush into something far more. She’s been pulling him to and fro, pushing him away every chance she gets, playing the ‘friends’ card and the ‘colleagues’ card and yet, he continues to like her. He might just be stubborn and persistent enough to keep up with her high strungness.

He makes me laugh, she thinks. At the moment, it had sounded like a rather simple, easy-going answer, nothing too revealing yet still sweet. It was so much more than that.

He made her laugh. He made her feel lighter. He knew how to take her worries, her nervousness, her panic attacks, her constant feeling of pressure and duty, and turn them into nothing with a joke and a smile. He knew how to make her forget and feel carefree again, making her giggle with silly ideas and lifting her spirits with his surprisingly heartfelt little gestures hidden behind pranks.

He likes her. He makes her laugh.

She likes him.

She likes him, she does, she never really stopped, and today she kissed him. Twice. Thrice, actually. She remembers the way his lips felt during that first kiss from him, tense and nervous for a second for their cover being blown, then immediately softening into an actual kiss. If Augustine had just walked past them then - had not talked to them - what would’ve happened? He wouldn’t have stopped, she thinks. He clearly didn’t want to stop when she kissed him in the park, oblivious to her reasoning for it - he didn’t see the suspect near the briefcase, she realises now, all he saw was her, and then nothing when she pushed him up against that tree. There was no cover to be kept in his mind at that moment. And yet he still kissed her back.

She doesn’t know what to do while she lies on her bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep despite adhering to her usual schedule. They’ve agreed to not let it change them, keep things professional. And in the moment those words left her lips, she knew they were the worst lie she’d ever told. She’s kissed Jake Peralta. Jake Peralta has kissed her. There’s no turning back from that fact, no chance to rewind and pretend like it didn’t happen, and she’s not going to go the easy route and chalk it all off as ‘professional’ and ‘necessary’ for their case anymore. Not when she doesn’t remember what Augustine’s fiancée looked like, but clearly remembers Jake’s dazed expression seconds after their kiss in the park. Not when she remembers the feel of his lips on hers and his hands on her back, and wants to feel nothing else while she’s alone at home.

There’s no going back.

So Amy decides to move forward.

-*-

Amy Santiago kissed him. Like, full-on kissed him. Twice. Well, the one time she only kissed him back, but it still counts. It was a proper kiss. Maybe she even kissed him three times. Does a kiss on the cheek count? It does. It does when it makes him feel the way it did. Like fireworks exploding in his belly. Like complete silence in the room around them, despite it being a busy restaurant. Exactly what it felt like to kiss her properly about an hour later.

He’s sure he looked like a complete idiot after that little peck to his face. He definitely felt like one. Amy Santiago had just kissed him, and he should’ve been elated, to say the least, but - it kinda hurt. Because it wasn’t real. It was Johnny and Dora. Not Jake and Amy. Not the way he wanted them to be.

Where they Jake and Amy when he pulled her in, near the kitchen? Or was that Dora sliding her hands around his nape, and sighing just the littlest bit against his lips?

Where they Jake and Amy when she pushed him against that tree, gripped his face, sent a hot line of fire down his back with her kiss?

He didn’t see the perp then, and for a split second, for the rarest moment of his life so far, he had hope. That Amy Santiago was kissing him because she wanted to, not because of some cover like before. It stopped pretty quickly once she drew her gun and shouted something about this ‘being a working situation’. Because of course it was. That’s all it was.

Was it?

Is that the way she sees it still?

There’s really no one else’s opinion I care about more than hers.

It wasn’t a lie back then, and it wasn’t some platitude either. It was a realisation he’d come to a long time ago. He couldn’t give less of a damn what anyone thought about his antics, his weird ways, his unusual habits. He would barely ever listen to criticism or outsider input, not for his cases nor for his regular life. Except from her. Her words weighed like gold against his scales. He’s lost track of the times he’s made a change after something she said, even if it was just a throw away comment. And he’s not going to keep track of it going forward, because it will happen again, and again, and again.

He likes her. She makes him want to be better. There’s really no one else’s opinion he cares about more.

Does she like him?

She used to, once. He knows that now. And god, does that knowledge hurt. The idea that he had a chance, a miniscule chance. And missed it. Would she have kissed him twice if she didn’t like him anymore, at least a little bit? It wasn’t just for show. There is no way the gentle movement of her lips, the soft grip of her hands was entirely played. Not twice in a row, not like that. But he hears her words later, about being professional and not letting this change them. Despite how much he wants to change everything he can, for her. With her. Like he always does.

He doesn’t know what to think while he buries his face in his pillow, tries to drown out the sounds of Brooklyn’s street underneath his window. Closing his eyes doesn’t help him fall asleep, because then his head just replays what he felt the last time his eyes were closed, rough treebark against his back and soft lips on his face, the scent of her perfume he knows so well in his nose. Fingertips carding into his hair. Warmth and comfort and joy wrapping all around him.

He doesn’t know what to think, doesn’t know what she thinks, keeps asking himself what to do now, what she wants him to do now, what he should do now. There’s really no point in second-guessing himself without actually doing anything, though.

So Jake decides to take a leap.

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my Q needs no more vowels #my writing #ficlet

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bosspigeon · 4 years ago

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Adam versus that most evil of foes...the office printer?

two glass houses, twenty stones

Pairing: M!Detective/Adam du Mortain Word Count: 1711 Summary: Having recently learned that he is the target of a power-hungry vampire who wants to experiment on him because of his “special blood” (oh, yeah, and vampires are real, apparently), Detective Arlo Priestley deals with the aftermath. The aftermath, of course, including one Adam du Mortain and his sparkling personality.

So... I don’t even know what to say anymore. I get completely innocuous prompts and they become something COMPLETELY different than what i had in mind. so, uh, hope you enjoy an Arlo Character Study with a side of Printer Shenanigans! This takes place in Book 1, shortly after the detective finds out about, uh, everything. I had fun playing the unreliable narrator with Arlo! And I have a fun idea for a sequel that’s Adam’s POV! Title is from Type O Negative’s “I Don’t Wanna Be Me.”

“You can, uh, sit down if you’d like,” Arlo offers, picking at the chipped polish on his thumb.

Adam hardly glances at him, keeping his attention on the window that overlooks the rest of the police department. “I am fine standing,” he says shortly. It almost seems like he’s determined to not look directly at the detective at all.

Arlo winces a bit, blowing a loose strand of hair out of his face. “Yeah, sure. That’s fine too,” he mumbles, looking down at his pile of reports. He brushes the accumulated black paint chips he’s shed in his anxious fidgeting aside. He’ll have to paint his nails again soon, they’re looking rather ragged, almost to the point he can bite them again. He’s been trying to stop, he knows it’s sort of gross, but still…

He furrows his brow and starts thumbing through reports, absently flicking through his color-coded tabs that help keep him marginally organized even when his “system” doesn’t really work for anyone but him. He calls it improvisational. Verda calls it “slapdash.”

He frowns, chewing on his lower lip and clicking his tongue when he notes his color system is out of order, and that one of the red tabs is missing. His eyes flicker up when he hears Adam shift slightly, but the vampire still isn’t looking at him, so he focuses back in, counting through reports again. He sighs and rolls his eyes, turning to his computer and pulling up his group chat with Tina and Verda.

big-depeche-mood: Tina, did you take my copy of Mrs. Holt’s police report?

big-depeche-mood: And why did you change my display name again?

BubblegumB!tch: how do u know i did it? why do u always blame me? 😥

big-depeche-mood: Because Verda has no reason to care about Mrs. Holt claiming her ex kidnapped the dog when they separated.

big-depeche-mood: And if you mean the display name, you’re the only one with admin privilege, because you made this chat.

BubblegumB!tch: i am being unfairly targeted 😭😭😭

BubblegumB!tch: im taking this to HR

DoctorDILF: HR has found no evidence to support this claim.

DoctorDILF: Really, Tina?

big-depeche-mood: Just tell me if I need to print another copy, please.

BubblegumB!tch: 👉👈

Arlo rolls his eyes and minimizes the window so he can start the task of going through his backlog to find the digital copy of the original report. Once he’s found it and sent it to the printer, he pushes himself upright, groaning as his spine pops in several places

Adam finally, finally turns to look at him. “Where are you going?” he snaps.

Arlo flinches, clenching his jaw to bite back the nasty retort burning on his tongue like acid. “To the printer,” he grits out, jerking his hand towards the window. “Literally twenty feet away. So unless you plan to go get that report for me, let’s just hope the megalomaniacal vampire that wants to use me as a lab rat doesn’t decide to snatch me from a police station in broad daylight.”

Seems he didn’t bite it back hard enough after all.

Adam recoils, like he always seems to when he realizes he's stepped directly on Arlo's nerves. He feels a little guilty for snapping, but he’s had more than enough of being treated like an unruly toddler. He wants to snidely suggest Adam see about requisitioning a bloody leash for him, but he snatches up a pen and starts furiously clicking it until he can calm himself down instead. Adam’s lip twitches, and Arlo clicks faster.

Adam turns sharply on heel and stalks out the door, slamming it behind him so hard the window rattles. Arlo is just grateful it hasn’t broken.

He sinks back into his chair and rolls his eyes skyward, dragging his hands down his face and wondering what the hell he’s done to deserve this whole situation. It’s bad enough he knows there’s some mad scientist vampire wanting to experiment with his freakish blood, but being shut in the same room as Adam for multiple hours a day when the man won’t even look at him, much less talk to him, makes nerves squirm under his skin and sets his whole body on edge. Unfortunately for the both of them, when Arlo gets nervy, it gets much harder for him to temper what comes out of his mouth.

He melts into his chair a little more, ignoring the pings from his computer that are probably Verda trying to convince Tina to change his display name back, and Tina reacting by changing it to increasingly ridiculous things. He just closes his eyes and focuses on breathing for a bit, trying to remember a single thing from his anger management classes from years ago when his brain is still buzzing with a squirming twist of irritation and guilt, a desperate need to apologize warring with the urge to snap and unload every frustration this whole thing has got knotted up inside him.

It's some sort of cosmic joke that Adam occupies so much of his attention, when Adam seems like he can't wait until he can get as far away from Arlo as possible.

He's just pretty, Arlo tells himself. Remember the last time you let someone pretty get you all stupid? Maybe remember what you learned from that.

He almost falls out of his chair when he opens his eyes to see Adam in the doorway, his shoulders so taut they're making Arlo's hurt just looking at them.

Maybe stop looking at them, idiot.

He forces his eyes up and is confronted with perhaps one of the most bewildering things he's ever seen.

Adam du Mortain, stoic, no-nonsense, terminally brooding Adam du Mortain, is standing just outside Arlo’s office, looking almost... sheepish. Arlo has to blink a few times to make sure he’s not seeing things. He’d almost say he’s imagining things, but at this point he’s so familiar with Adam’s general stone-faced demeanor that any sort of change to it is almost glaringly obvious. The scrunch of his eyebrows, the twist of his mouth, the almost painful stiffness of his posture, as if he’s pointedly trying to look as unaffected as possible and failing spectacularly. Arlo’s a detective, and while he doesn’t consider himself an expert at reading people, he’s still fairly decent at it. Adam, from time to time, can be pretty easy to read, but especially when he’s trying not to be.

Maybe Arlo’s been watching him a bit too closely.

“Uh,” he starts, already cringing internally at himself, “what’s up?”

Adam is silent for a moment, and then he exhales sharply through his nose, as if he is trying to calm himself down. Arlo’s nerves immediately ratchet up a few notches. “There is an issue with your printer,” he says.

Arlo blinks. “Oh. Um, I didn’t think you’d actually—” He bites his tongue when Adam’s brows furrow harder. “Let’s go have a look, shall we?” he offers instead, standing up. He hesitates to approach the door until Adam takes a step back to allow him through unimpeded. He lets Arlo lead the way and Arlo tugs his braid over his shoulder so he can twist it between his hands, because there is something a bit unnerving about Adam behind him, silent but radiating a tension Arlo can almost feel. It’s likely his imagination, considering his annoying awareness of the man, but still.

Arlo sees the problem almost immediately upon arriving at the little alcove that houses the station’s printer. The top cover for the document feeder seems to have been pulled off entirely. He turns to give Adam a bewildered look.

“The paper jammed,” Adam says stiffly.

“Yeah,” Arlo replies, “it does that sometimes.” He lifts the cover and turns it over in his hands, to see that, yes, the little plastic hinges that attach the feeder to the tray are entirely broken off. He frowns a little. Adam is so tense next to him, so still, Arlo wonders if he’s even breathing. “I can just ask Verda if I can send it to his, then see about calling someone for repairs.” He snags a sharpie from Tina’s desk and pops open one of the other trays to pull out a blank sheet of paper so he can write a quick “Out of Order” sign and slap it on top.

Adam still hasn’t moved, staring at the printer as if it has somehow personally offended him.

“It’s fine, Adam,” Arlo insists quietly, stepping a bit closer with his hands raised, though he doesn’t dare to touch. “Really. It’s a shitty old printer. I bet the second I let Tina know, she’ll go pester Doug until he calls his dad about it. We’ll have a shiny new one in no time.” He offers a wry little smile. “Say what you like about nepotism, but it has its perks.”

That doesn’t seem to help in the way Arlo hoped it would, because Adam raises an eyebrow and gives him a sharp look that has him shrinking back. “I am surprised you have that attitude, Detective.” He doesn’t have to say he’s disappointed, Arlo can hear it loud and clear and hates that it bothers him so much.

He steps back and turns away so Adam doesn’t see the look on his face before he can smooth it over. “Well, it’s the reason I’m here, isn’t it?” he can’t help but snark. “And it’s the only reason you’re here too. Explains a lot about your attitude, I suppose.” No wonder Adam’s been so bloody sour about all this. Must be a pain to have to babysit your boss’s kid because she said so. His silence on the subject speaks more than he could hope to.

More than anything Arlo wishes Rebecca could just go back to ignoring him. Things were a lot less complicated then.

Shoulders tight enough to rival Adam’s, Arlo heads towards the stairs to the basement. “I’m going to get that report,” he tosses over his shoulder, trying and failing to sound casual as Adam’s eerily quiet footsteps begin to follow him. “I’ll try not to get kidnapped on the way,” he adds under his breath.

The way Adam’s footsteps falter tell him he wasn’t quiet enough.

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ink-on-dead-trees-simp · 3 years ago

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Heart Questing-pt 2

The second part of my new fic series. Set after ROW with spoiler for the entire Grishaverse.

Thank you to @emmaannaelisabeth for helping.

Word Count: 1215

TW: Angst

Nina’s POV

The bustling streets below us reminded me of the nights spent chasing around for Brekker. And the nights spent spying with Matthias. Even though I love Hanne with all of my being, I sometimes think my heart has not truly moved on. Or that it ever will. The thought of seeing Jesper and Wylan again made me happy. I could feel a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. I let it come. My smiles have felt forced over the last year but after Hanne came into my life, it has all felt a little more genuine. Yet I am still overcome with waves of unbreakable sadness from time to time.

“We’re landing soon.”

“Thanks ‘Nej.”

“Are you excited to see the boys again?”

“That’s one way to describe it. I’m more worried to see what they’ve been getting up to.”

“Jes wrote me some letters and it seems like they’ve been doing well.” It seemed like she was going to say something more but was rudely interrupted by the Ex-King (I have taken to calling him that, it annoys him in ways you cannot possibly imagine.

“Please prepare for a rough landing, there isn’t much airspace here so it could take a while.” I could tell Kaz wasn’t pleased about the delay. His lips curled in a way Matthias used to hate. He would lean over me, the feel of his stubble rubbing on my neck and say, “The demjin is scheming again, and he isn’t happy. Should we be worried?” His breath would hit just below my earlobe and I would grin up at him saying, “Definitely.” I never knew how much I would miss those moments.

The landing was indeed a rough one. After that, it was about a 10 minute walk into the city. Once we arrived, we made straight for the merchant district. On the way, I smelt fresh waffles coming from a shop that Matthias and I had planned to go to. I tried to brush the thought from my mind. I was happy with Hanne and there was no point in lingering in the past. And anyway, I was going to see Wylan and Jesper, nothing should be able to damper my spirits.

The neighborhood they live in is extremely clean, with beautiful window boxes. The windows themselves are clear glass, some stained glass. The Van Eck house had been painted since the last time I had seen it. It is a beautiful sage green with white window frames. The door opened and out bounded Jesper. His clothes were in the usual vibrant colours and I was struck by how unlike the outside of the house he was. Wylan followed him, dressed like an academic at the university. His outfit matched perfectly with the house behind him. I presumed Jesper would fit in more with the interior. And when we crossed the threshold, I was proven correct. The house was a chaotic mix of academia and Jesper. That is the only way I can describe it. It was an interior designer's nightmare. But it was homely. Wylan gestured us to the living room and our mis-matched bunch spread out on the furniture. I sat on a sofa and Hanne squished in next to me. Nikolai and Zoya sat with a noticeable (and presumably intended) gap between them. Inej sat on a bright orange armchair and Kaz lurked behind her. Our hosts sat on an armchair, Wylan on the seat and Jesper on the arm, legs crossed.

“What business Kaz?” Wylan asked.

“You would be better asking my employers.” He said, waving toward Zoya and Nikolai.

“Well, what business?”

“I presume you have heard of the Darkling?” Zoya opened with. Both of them nodded.

“Well,” Nikolai began, “he is currently impaled on a tree in the mountains. And our dear Saint, Alina, says we should free him.”

“Hopefully to kill him.” Inputted Zoya.

“Yes. But the only way to do that is to find the heart of Sankt Feliks and replace him with it.”

“That would take a genius to find.” Objected Jesper.

“Why do you think they called me?” Responded Kaz.

“Moral support?”

“Oh I have missed your humor Jes.” I replied, dryly.

“So, why do you need us?” Wylan said, holting our banter.

“I was wondering the same thing.” Nikolai said. “No offence.” He added quickly.

“None taken.” Jesper reassured.

“Well, I have located the heart. I require you two to assist me in getting it.” Kaz explained.

“And how will we add to your rag-tag bunch of royalty?” Jesper wondered aloud.

“I currently have one Heartrender, one Grisha with a power over death, one Squaller, one privateer, one pirate-spider and myself. I could do with a Fabrikator to collect the whole Grisha set and a demo guy would come in useful.”

“What’s in it for us?”

“For Ghezen’s sake Jes, you can’t seriously be considering this?!” Wylan seemed extremely scandalised at the prospect of working for Kaz again.

“Well, if we were working for Kaz, I would be more hesitant. But, we are working for royalty here! I can’t turn them down!” With this, he looked pointedly at Zoya and repeated the question. “What’s in it for us?”

I suddenly remembered the time Matthias had said how he wanted to get out of Kaz’s schemes forever. It had been just after the ambush on the bridge and we had been sitting at black veil. I had a small but painful cut on my face and he had been cleaning it for me. After I winced for the 10th time, Matthias had looked at me and said, “I can’t believe Kaz let you do this. You’re so weak and he put you in the front line of defence. When he gets back, I’m going to tell him that we aren’t going to play a part in these schemes again.” I turned to face him properly and noticed his hair was growing more. As I leaned in, it brushed my cheek. I placed my lips over his to let him know all the things words couldn’t convey. I then pulled back and slapped him across the face. His expression was priceless.

“Nina! What was that for?”

“Whilst I appreciate the sentiment, I am not weak. And I will happily take part in any of Kaz’s schemes if it means we get a result like this one. We have Inej back. Don’t you dare tell me it wasn’t worth it.”

“I never did!” His face pulled into an indignant expression that I found annoying at the time but now find extremely cute. It is hard to think that I will never see it again. In the moment, I was sure going along with Kaz’s schemes was for the best. Looking back, I wonder if it was. Perhaps, if I had let Matthias tell Kaz we wouldn’t participate anymore, he would still be here. But then I wouldn’t necessarily have met Hanne. And I certainly wouldn’t be married to her. I am happy with her but being back in Ketterdam made me remember the raw pain I felt when he died. My ribs had been broken apart and her heart ripped out, stolen from me by the hands of death, never to be returned. I was left to bleed.

#grishaverse fic #Grishaverse #six of crows #crooked kingdom #six of crows fic #shadow and bone #siege and storm #ruin and rising #shadow and bone fic #nina zenik #matthias helvar #Kaz Brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #hanne brum

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fanfic-corner · 4 years ago

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Bed Sharing

I created this list probably about a month or so ago, and I remember being so hopeful for the finale. I never dreamt we would get semi-canon Destiel, but I also never imagined the finale would be that disappointing. I will be posting a list of 15x20 fics, but for now, take this fluff and ignore your problems for a while.

Lock and Key by tricia_16 on AO3. (144,500 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Bookstore Owner Castiel, Musician Dean Winchester, Friends to Lovers, Keeping Secrets, Mutual Pining, Flirting, Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, Smut, Virgin Castiel, Angry Sex, Dubious Content, Recreational Drug Use, Fluff, Dating, Song Lyrics, Sharing a Bed, Happy Ending.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: In a world where people get songs stuck in their heads whenever their soulmate is singing out loud, Castiel discovers that being soulmates with an aspiring singer/songwriter can be taxing, to say the least. Finding said soulmate, learning that he's the most attractive human being on the face of the earth, and then not being able to tell him he’s meant for you? It turns out that's even worse. Not having a soulmate is just the icing on the cake on an already crappy life, if you ask Dean. He wants to sell his songs, but he's terrified of singing them himself. He wants to be a mechanic, but he's stuck selling parts, instead. He wants to kiss the ever loving fuck out of Sam's girlfriend's boss, too, but the guy's holding out for his soulmate, which of course means Dean doesn't even have a shot....right?

Notes: The pure terror that struck me at the end of chapter one nearly made me dip out of this, but I stuck through it, and was 100% rewarded with the ending (I screamed. I think everyone is worried about me now).

Stand By Me by whelvenwings on AO3. (31,252 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Slow Dancing, Smut, First Kiss, Canon-Typical Violence, Touch-Starved Dean, Love Confessions.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester has been alone for a long, long time. When he and Castiel happen to find each other - a couple of survivors in a world that’s been all but wiped clean - Dean’s looking for his brother; Castiel is looking for something to look for. They stick together, because neither of them much wants to be alone. They hate each other at first, of course. Dean hates Castiel for being weird and quiet and ironic and antagonistic and proud. Castiel hates Dean for being blunt and reckless and coarse, for drinking, for refusing to talk about how he feels and just pretending everything is fine. Most of all, they hate themselves and each other just for being alive. What right do they have to be alive? No one else seems to be. But against his own will, Dean starts to notice things about Castiel that he likes. Starts to hope that Castiel might like him, too. And together, they start to fight for a world where they're both alive - and that's a good thing.

Notes: I know I have recced this multiple times before but it is one of my all time favourite fics so I won’t apologise! It is so cute, and it has everything you could ask for in a fic.

Partnered by K_K_TiBal on AO3. (28,112 words).

Tags: Minor Donna/Jody, Minor Eileen/Sam, Detective Dean Winchester, Lieutenant Castiel, Undercover as Married, Suburbia, Drug Use, Sharing a Bed, Pining, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Falling in Love, Love Confessions, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Demisexual Castiel, Demiromantic Dean Winchester.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean didn't think that his life as a detective could get much worse after Castiel was promoted to lieutenant. Castiel was a stickler for the rules, had no sense of humour, and never seemed to give Dean a break, even though they used to be partners. But then, despite all of their questionable history, the two are asked to go undercover on a case in the wealthy suburbs of California. . . as a married couple.

Notes: I am screaming, that was so f*cking cute! And the artwork was gorgeous, too. Also, now I ship Jody and Donna. Cas gave off such Holt vibes in this, I was convinced I accidentally started reading a Brooklyn Nine-Nine fic (do those exist?)

the cost of a thing by quiettewandering on AO3. (74,198 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fake Marriage, Human Castiel, Protective Dean Winchester, Touch-Starved Castiel, Mutual Pining, Jealous Dean Winchester, Slow Burn, Depressed Castiel, Fake/ Pretend Relationship, Sharing a Bed.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: 16 months ago, Cas became human. 12 months ago, Cas left the bunker and a broken-hearted Dean behind. Now they must work a case together, where married couples are dying mysterious deaths and the only way to earn the neighbors' trust is by pretending to be married. Slowly, Dean finds that he loves being in a relationship with Cas, fake or not, and Cas finds his loneliness retreating, despite the harsh reality looming right around the corner. As Dean and Cas navigate this fake, but all too real, relationship, can they find the monster that is on a mysteriously motivated killing spree before it’s too late?

Notes: So cute! My favourite trope! And, as an added bonus, the sharing of a bed.

flowers in the backyard by justkeeponwriting on AO3. (34,710 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Homeless Castiel, Domestic Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Minor Character Death, References to Depression, Angst with a Happy Ending, Smut.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: After Uncle Bobby’s death, Dean goes to check up on the cabin that he’s inherited. Dean hasn’t been at the cabin for years, but he knows Bobby hasn’t renovated it in ages, so he isn’t very thrilled to be saddled with it. Upon arrival, he notices that unlike he expected, it’s not unoccupied, nor falling apart – instead, a stranger called Castiel has made it into his home.

Notes: This was such a relaxing and gentle read, I nearly fell asleep after I finished it! Cas & Dean’s tentative relationship was written absolutely beautifully, too.

What Happened In Vegas by Ltleflrt on AO3. (18,447 words).

Tags: Sam/Eileen, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, Teacher Dean, Photographer Castiel, Las Vegas Wedding, Secret Relationship, Sharing a Bed, Switch Dean, Switch Castiel, Fluff.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Long time friends Dean and Castiel are road tripping from Chicago to San Diego for Sam and Eileen’s wedding, and a pitstop in Las Vegas turns into drunken love confessions and a surprise marriage. Turns out the pining has been mutual this whole time, but now they’re finally together and on cloud-fucking-nine. Until they remember that this trip isn’t supposed to be about them. To avoid undermining Sam and Eileen’s important weekend, they decide to keep their new relationship status a secret. They’ll keep the heart eyes toned down and their hands to themselves, but the struggle is real.

Notes: Oh my lord, this was absolutely hilarious (especially that last piece of art - I totally lost it) and adorable. I can totally imagine Dean and Cas getting a cheesy Vegas wedding, and we can all dig Elvis (sorry).

Stories Are Made of Mistakes by wildhoneypie on AO3. (4,942 words).

Tags: Human Castiel, Diners, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bisexual Dean, Sharing a Bed, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Case Fic, Domestic, Didn’t Know They Were Dating.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: In which Cas is human and doesn't understand basic concepts like: clothing, Mythbusters, moisturizer, and Greek food. Dean is...Dean and doesn't understand basic concepts like: boyfriends, language, how to tell your friend that he's a walking miracle, and when not to quip.

Notes: This was so cute and I live for human Cas. I also love the recurring ‘no fucking quipping’ joke in this, although the idea of Cas swearing broke me a bit!

Sharing the Rain Dog by almaasi on AO3. (19,837 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternative Universe - Historical (1999), Fluff, Romance, No Angst, Accidental Dating, First Dates, Rain, Dogs, Pets, FBI Agent Castiel, Musician Dean, Singer Dean, Flustered Dean, Domestic Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Moving In Together, Living Together, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling, Smut.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: When some asshole hits a dog with his car and drives off, the first two people on the scene are Dean and Castiel. Castiel's an FBI agent with a plane to catch, and he doesn't have time to take the dog to the vet. Dean's a musician, and he doesn't have the money. An agreement is reached: Dean goes, Castiel pays, and they'll exchange details and meet again to work things out. But who gets the dog? Sooner or later they're going to realise that having shared custody of one pitbull isn't ideal. She needs one home, not two. One stable, loving home...

Notes: Rain Dog was so cute, and so was flustered Dean! The hitting a dog joke is starting to get out of hand, though.

This Game We Play by destieldrabblesdaily on AO3. (1,195 words).

Tags: High School AU, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Bed Sharing.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Dean and Castiel have been best friends since they were little, and sleepovers are a common event. They've always loved playing the game where they draw out letters on each others backs and try to guess what the other is writing. Even though sixteen seems to be a bit too old to still play the game, Castiel uses it as a chance to silently confess something that he's been wanting to share with Dean for a long time.

Notes: This was adorable. I am 100% here for Cas and Dean being childhood friends.

Minty Fresh Kisses by almaasi on AO3. (7,905 words).

Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Motel Rooms, Teeth, Dean in Love, Human Castiel, First Kiss, Pancakes, Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Dean POV, One Shot.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Dean teaches a newly-human Castiel how to brush his teeth properly. Things don't go according to plan – but for once, the unexpected development actually presents a more promising outcome.

Notes: This was so sweet, and Cas was so cute as a human! Also, I love fics where Sam is just done with the constant sexual tension, it always makes me laugh.

Wee Little Love Child by almaasi on AO3. (10,649 words).

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Kid Fic, Team Free Will, De-Aged Sam Winchester, Cursed Sam Winchester, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Sam Winchester ships Dean/Cas, Matchmaker Rowena, Parent Castiel, Parent Dean, Affectionate Dean, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, First Time, Friends to Lovers, Domestic Fluff.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: After being magically de-aged, little Sammy is under the impression that Dean and Cas are his parents. He wants to know if they're in love, but they can't (or won't) give a consistent answer. The thing is, they have to grant Sam's greatest wish in order to reverse the curse, but they can only do that as a pair. What does Sam want most? For Dean and Cas to express their true feelings. Aloud. To each other.

Notes: Aw, I love Rowena, and I am 100% here for her cursing Sam just to get Dean and Cas to stop being idiots and actually get together.

I’ve said it before and I will say it again: the fans are in control now. We control the Supernatural content we are getting, so please create the ending you would want to see. And, if anyone wants to talk or rant or suggest a fic, I am always here.

#bed sharing #destiel #spnfamily #supernatural #fanfiction #ficrec

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bluedemon1995 · 4 years ago

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Most recent update!

Chapter 14

Pidge POV

Shiro takes a deep breath in and says, “When I first saw you, you looked familiar like I saw you before. But, hey, I see a lot of people in my line of work so I didn’t really think anything of it. Not going to lie, with the people you were hanging around with I just figured I’d seen you on some database of criminals. Plus the first time I saw you I was more concerned about Keith’s reaction to you than your per se. So I was pretty slow on the uptake. But between things Keith told me and what I put together on my own, well, seeing you in person in regular light…I think you need to meet our own personal tech genius, or the man in the chair.”

He opens the door and an actual guy in a wheelchair rolls in. I look into eyes that are startling like mine. I can’t think any more, rational thought is beyond me at this point, and I think I’m just staring. This…guy. He. Me. Shit. I think I must make some kind of sound, maybe even words, but I don’t even know what. It’s like I’m in a tunnel. All I can see is this guy and blackness surrounding me. I think I’m losing it but that when that I feel Keith holding tight and grabbing my hand. He pulls me close and whisper, “Katie, babe, stay with me.”

I instinctively hold on. What the hell?! He looks, a lot, like me. Scarily so.

It’s only as I register Keith’s hand that I notice the guys eyes are filled with tears as well. He’s staring at me and the room is deathly quiet. Finally, he whispers, “My God, Pidgey is that really you?”

I don’t answer. I can’t. That name, that voice, make me choke up. He looks like a younger cooler version of what I think is my… dad? Or a older, male, version of … myself. That makes. No sense. Because I’m alone, an orphan. They said I had no relatives. I blink but he’s still there. I must squeeze Keith’s hand even tighter-that he must take that as an indication that I want him to answer for me.

“Yes?” Keith queries for me.

God he’s a man of few words. I let out a huff of breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. Eyes closing I focus on his hand on mine. He’s not going to give any more information that he has to. He really does have my back. I can feel his muscles tense, ready to react to anything. And I know he’d protect me. Without a second thought. I also can see his mom at the ready too. Silent and deadly.

Unfortunately, Keith’s friends are NOT like him.

Lance yelps. “Aye Dios mio!!!! Why do you look like her??? Doesn’t he look like her?! You look like Keith’s girlfriend!! Were you adopted too? What the hell Shiro? EXPLAIN!!!”

Hunk moans, “Lance! Shut up! Um, Shiro, I hope you know what you are doing. Cuz, um Pidge here is an orphan. And um, who is this? What is going on??! I’m starting to get worried. And I’m feeling the need to make a cake. I’m feeling very stressed.”

The man in the chair gasps, “Shit, Shiro. I’m going to kill that mother fucking asshole. You can arrest me when I’m done. I don’t care!” He moves his chair forward, closer to me. OMG. What should I do. I freeze and lean away.

Shiro closes his eyes, “Well before you commit any crimes, ANY of you, how about you explain what you think you know. I think we all need to compare stories first. Okay, everyone, this is MATT, or the Rebel, the police force’s secret weapon. He can hack into anything and is a genius at engineering just about anything folks in the field could need. I met him when we were in high school. He helped me graduate and we both joined up with the police force after a stint in the Garrison. We stayed close and well, um, Matt? Can you continue?”

“Oh, um, yeah, sure. So I was in a really bad accident when I was a kid. So bad that I was told my entire family died…I was the only, sole, survivor. After I got out of the hospital, I went to a home for boys, and eventually they registered me at the local high school. I was a natural at science and computers, and it was there I met Shiro. The Garrison is basically a military type of organization that is let’s say off the books. But I made some great connections and got some needed experience. And eventually when we wanted out it wasn’t a problem. I, I never thought anyone lied to me. Because why? Why hide my family? Why say I was an orphan? I don’t understand how you are here but God dammit, you have got to be my baby sister-Pidge-Katie Holt!”

He rolled his chair even closer, looking deep into her eyes and she could see the unmistakable truth. But it was heart breaking. All she could think of was years, YEARS she missed out. On his life and visa versa. But to what end? She bit her lip and tried to control the tears that were threatening her. Family? Brother? Is it true?

Hesitatingly he reached out for her arm and she just sobbed. “Mattie, really?!?”

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, practically picking her up and onto his lap. And as he held her she felt a little part of her soul regain its hope, love, and trust. This couldn’t be bad, she just got her big brother back! Mattie?>! No this was good, she found her other half, her love and it just hit her, it had to be fate. It was meant to be.

And inadvertently, it was all due to Keith…

Keith’s POV

Keith’s mind is racing. Fuck if this is her brother, then there was a whole conspiracy to have people believe Katie was dead AND for her to think she was the sole survivor! And why?! To what end? That means that asshole being her friend, or whatever he made himself as-savior, boyfriend, fiancé, was not a coincidence nor an accident. They used her. From..the… fucking… beginning. Who does that? To a fucking kid?!

Who kills someone’s parents, their brother… and then replaces them with themselves. A child. They manipulated her and hurt her. That… no… good… dirty… bastard. He feels his hands clench and he wants to find Lotor and his father and teach them a lesson. Slowly. It’s then that his head is smacked and he looks up into his mother’s eyes.

With one head shake, she reorients him back to the present. Shit there will be time for that later. Right now he needs to support Katie. This isn’t about him. It’s about Katie and what she must be feeling. Crap he can’t even imagine.

Refocused on his girl, he waits for her to indicate she needs him or what she needs of him. He doesn’t want to pull her from her brother but at the same time wants to be ready just in case she needs him. And after a few minutes she leans back from Matt and frantically turns, breathing fast and uneven. He makes sure to move into her line of vision. Trying to reassure her, he initiates contact by grabbing her shoulder but she launches herself at him. He quickly adjusts her weight in his arms and pulls her closer. Keeping her close. His girl. His. Everything.

“You’re okay, you’re okay. I got you.” He holds her close and even with all his friends and her brother around, he kisses her. Softly, trying to get her to focus just on him. Once he feels her muscles relax, he adjusts her even closer.

Finally, she slumps against him and he finally looks up straight over to Matt. “Can you fill in some of the details. Because I know Shiro and you didn’t just guess. You both did some intensive research in a very quick turnaround of time. Dude, I know you.”

Shiro nods, “Yeah, we did. Or well Matt did. He was in the hospital when the funerals happened and he just took what they said as truth. His family was gone. But not just in death, Katie was just gone but strangely no body.”

Matt interjects, “After a while, I felt a need to know everything about everything. And the information wasn’t easily accessible which was not a big problem for me. But, oddly, nothing really made sense. So I dug. And I dug. This has been a project since, well, high school.”

Katie finally interjects, “ I didn’t go to the funerals either but I have visited your.. grave. Graves. Shit, have I ever really been where they were buried? Oh my, what the hell? What about-!”

“No! Sorry mom and dad, they are gone. But dad was working on a case, a big one. I remember him being even more absentminded and more distracted. But we were just kids and well back then I didn’t realize.”

Keith figures this was expected but not welcomed. He murmurs, “Hey it’s okay, you got brother, just focus on that! Plus you got me and mine. Your ours now, no question.”

It was then Lance, in all his exuberance, interjects, “Yes, you are ours, nuestra familia!”

Keith looks down at Katie, “You compressed? You are mine. So, what do you need?”

She stares, at him, then looks to Matt, “I…dunno. This is a lot to take in. Keith?”

He holds her, “I know, but we have TWO geniuses here, we can figure something out. Right?”

With a watery smile, she nods. “Ok, yeah, let’s come up with a plan.”

Keith smiles, “A kick ass plan.”

Matt watery grins, “A grand, kick ass, Holt plan. Honestly nothing stands a chance.”

#katie holt #keith kogane #kidge #alternate realities

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procrastinatingsapphictrash · 4 years ago

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Friday Nights (6)

Full series: 1 2 3 4 5 (more coming soon)

Word count: 1480

Genre: Honestly idk, maybe a little angst but mostly fluff?

Pairing: Jake x Amy (with platonic others in the squad)

Warnings: Minor swearing (let me know if I need to add more)

Summary: After Amy’s breakup with her boyfriend, Jake and Amy establish a weekly binge watching night and both avoid their feelings for each other.

A/N: Chapter six!

**Please note that the warnings, pairing and genre are for the whole series so it varies chapter to chapter.

Jake POV

I'm super pumped that it is Friday again. When I walked into the precinct this morning I was smiling so much that even Scully and Hitchcock noticed and asked me what was up. Luckily Amy wasn't around at that point otherwise she would find out how much I care about her. My mood was only slightly dampened by the fact that I had to go do door duty which is the absolute worst. Apparently because I was super late for work this morning (does forty five minutes count as super late???), Charles had already gone to the apartments to start talking to some of the neighbours.

Not wanting to have Charles be mad at me I rushed straight over, stopping on the way to buy some of the gross octopus balls that he loves so much for some weird reason.

"Hey, what's up?" I greet as I get there. He doesn't reply because he seems a bit peeved at me, which I have to admit is for good reason. I decide to try again.

"Look, I'm really sorry. I got you some octopus balls to make up for it." I say holding out the bag to him.

"Scrumptious, thank you Jakey, you know I can't stay mad at you." He responds very enthusiastically.

"You know buddy, you may not want to say that all the time."

"Say what?" He asks me. "Do you mean scrumptious? Why shouldn't I say scrumptious Jake? scrumptious is an amazing word, in fact you could even say the word itself is scrumptious."

"Ok" I say in a slightly high pitched voice while faking a smile trying to get him to shut up. He doesn't take the hint and keeps muttering. I mostly tune it out until it becomes a problem.

"So what's the deal with the case, did you find out anythi-" I am cut off by his yells.

"Scrumptious, scrumptious, scrumptious!" I stare at him shaking my head for a moment. He is my best friend but sometimes he can be so weird. A quiet "excuse me" brings me out of my thoughts about Boyle. I spin around to find a gorgeous woman (not as gorgeous as Amy) who looks to be around my age smiling hesitantly at me.

"How may I help you?" I ask her.

"I am one of the residents in this building and when I got home from work just now the cops over there told me I needed to come talk to you." She tells me smiling in a very cute way.

"Ok I'm just going to need to ask you some questions, this is just standard procedure, no need to stress." I explain. Tilting my head to the side, I see that Charles is giving me two big thumbs up and his signature grin that he always does when he thinks I'm in love. I roll my eyes at him when the pretty neighbour isn't looking but secretly I'm glad. Him doing this means he truly thinks that I'm not into Amy anymore which is a total lie but it is definitely best if he believes it. If he knew how much I was into Amy or even worse about our weekly Friday watching Friends tradition he would go crazy. A small cough breaks me out of my musings and I turn to the woman sheepishly because it is the second time in a matter of minutes that I have zoned out. Luckily from their expressions both Boyle and the woman seem to assume I was just staring at her which is kind of embarrassing but fine. In order to slightly preserve my dignity I push all thoughts about Amy to the side (or at least I attempt to) and start taking the statement.

Amy POV

When I arrive at the precinct this morning I'm the first there as usual. I decide to get a head start on some paperwork for a case I'm working on so I head over to my desk. Although I try to concentrate fully on the forms I'm filling out it can't fully distract me from my traitorous thoughts. If a few months ago someone had told me that I would fall in love with Jake Peralta I would have asked if they were insane. Now however I can't stop thinking about him. I'm so distracted that I don't even notice that Captain Holt is here until he is standing in front of my desk.

"Detective Santiago, I'm going to need for you to go bag some evidence at the scene of the drug bust." He says with a unreadable expression on his face.

"Of course sir, I'll be on it right away." I respond trying to seem as professional as possible and not like I was just thinking unprofessional thoughts about my co-worker.

"Good" He replies and walks off into his office. I decide to get started on his task right away. Hopefully it will take my mind off of Jake and put it back into work like how it should be. Plus there is the added benefit of not having to see Jake right away because it would only inflate his ego if he knew how excited I get about our show watching sessions, not to mention it would be extremely embarrassing. Right now nobody in the squad knows what we both do on Friday nights. It's not like we set out to hide it, we just didn't tell anybody because if they found out they would make a huge deal out of it and think it was a date or something like that which it is not, no matter how much I wish it could be.

Evidence bagging did not take my mind off of Jake at all. In fact I'm so desperate that I kept imagining what jokes he would make about the criminals. Luckily I still have more time to try to get my mind off of him before seeing him because I need to label and put away the evidence in the evidence room. I don't even say hello to anyone as I enter to precinct, just go straight to the evidence room. I'm kneeling down near the back of the room to put something away when I hear footsteps and then the door. The voices turn out to be Charles and Jake and even thought my mind is screaming at me to stand up and reveal myself to them apparently all my common sense flew out the window because I stay hunched over to try to hear what they are talking about. Jake's voice reaches me first.

"So why did you drag me in here Bud?" He asks.

"Because you've been super happy all day." Boyle responds. Just for a moment I allow myself to believe that it could be for the same reason I'm so happy but I quickly dismiss it. He probably just had a cool case or something, it's not like it's a crime to be happy.

"So?" Jake's voice echoes my thoughts. "It's not a crime to be happy." I smile at the fact that we both thought the same thing before I cover it up, realizing what a dork I'm being.

"No, but you're different happy today." There's a long pause and I can't quite read what it means but I think it's because Charles is thinking. I start to wonder if they left because the silence stretched on but then I hear a long gasp.

"You hooked up with someone didn't you!" He accuses.

"Sort of." Jake responds. I hurts a little bit hearing him say that. He's been on plenty of dates but every time he dates someone new it hurts just a little bit more. I listen carefully wanting to hear about whoever has caught his attention.

"Do you remember that really pretty woman that was neighbours with the victim?" He says. Charles doesn't say anything so I assume he nodded. "Well she gave me her phone number and I called and we are going on a date tonight."

"Ok Jakey." Boyle says clapping Jake on the back. I hear the door open and their footsteps fading away but I still don't get up. Jake is going on a date tonight which means that we can't watch Friends together. A single tear drips down my face but I wipe it away and remind myself that I am at work and I need to pull myself together. I shouldn't be sad about the Jake thing because it's not like anything was ever going to happen between us. Thinking about it logically doesn't stop the pain but I do manage to hide my feelings and get work done for the rest of the day. The only difference is instead of working late like I usually do I go straight home after my shift to wallow in self pity.

#brooklyn 99 #b99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #jake x amy #peraltiago

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nnnbells · 4 years ago

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some nero pov about - surprise surprise - li, set in the aot dimension. not publishing it on the void bc i have pledged never to write anything from nero’s pov.

wrote this probably last year? kasi it was last edited on feb 2020

Nero wakes with a jolt, sweat damp on his forehead. His heart is hammering in his chest, and when he closes his eyes against the sunlight blasting in through his window, he remembers just a glimpse of sharp eyes and dark, unruly hair, before the image disappears. Nero grinds his teeth together in frustration.

That dream – that boy – again.

Most times, the dream would be dark; bleak. Nero would struggle to peer past heavy rainfall, and not too far from him would stand the boy. He stood proud, like nothing could ever cowe him, and when Nero would call his name, he would turn; fix intense eyes on him.

The ginger hates that dream. He could taste it; taste the boy's name on his tongue, but when morning came – and it always did, and would – it would be ash in his mouth. He would spend long moments laying still, trying to force the boy's name from his mouth as if muscle alone would remember a boy he's never seen before.

Sometimes, the dream would be loud. Loud, like the world ending, like fear seizing Nero's heart. The boy, with teeth bared, alone and desperate. In those dreams, Nero would be running – or soaring; he could never really remember – quick, but never quick enough to reach the boy before he would wake with a shout and a hand outstretched. Sometimes, the dream would be a nightmare.

Less often, the dream would be still; peaceful like Nero's never felt before. The boy, on his back, eyes closed in slumber. It almost feels voyeuristic, the way Nero knows intimately how many seconds pass in between each of the boy's breaths by the rise and fall of his chest, but the knowledge that he is trusted with this information calms Nero.

Rarely, the dream would be bright. Too bright; in an intensity Nero's never before experienced. The boy would have his face turned toward the sky, like he could never have enough. Something akin to hope in his eyes. The wind that would whip at Nero's face in those bright dreams would taste like stolen freedom; a frenzied rush.

Those dreams had Nero waking with his heart threatening to beat out of his chest; had him waking like he would never wake again. Nero knows where he would chase that dream; chase the free winds and bright sky and hopeful eyes.

Nero will join the Survey Corps.

Years pass; quicker than Nero ever would have imagined.

It's not long before Nero becomes an integral part of the Corps. He climbs his way up to the vanguard; is revered as one of humanity's best. Is lauded for surviving as long as he has.

Years pass, and he meets people; people who stand by him and fight alongside him and die before him. Nero never follows. He watches people die; watches them scream and cry before disappearing from the world altogether, but he does not follow. He has someone to find.

The boy in his dreams is younger than Nero remembers when Nero finally finds him. Finally, because he never doubted, not once, that he would find him; the boy with dark hair and even darker eyes.

But when he does, when Nero does find him, the boy stands prouder than ever, the set of his shoulders determined and eyes just as sharp as Nero remembers from his dreams. When Nero does find him, the boy does not find him back.

He stands, stares with blank eyes; the valedictorian candidate of batch 103rd of the southern training regiment, at Nero; a senior soldier of the Survey Corps.

He is a boy.

Still, he is found.

Still, Nero remembers.

So, he takes him under his wing; the moment the boy dedicates his life, his heart, to their cause – or to the commander's lofty words, Nero is not sure – Nero knows in his heart the boy belongs to him. So, Nero comes to him, talks to him, trains him, like any good senior officer would do.

But the boy – Li, he says his name is. Nero doesn't find it unusual like the rest of them, this foreign name; it feels like he's been speaking the name for the entirety of his life and all of his past ones.

The boy doesn't need much training. No, he takes to the sky like a bird of prey. He rides the wind like he was born to fly, and Nero watches him soar, rise higher than all the rest of them; watches him learn what it's like to be free.

Watches the hope begin to colour those obsidian eyes of his.

The boy's first expedition goes awry.

They place him near the formation's centre, because no matter how much mastery he possesses over the manoeuvre gear he is still green, so they place him near the centre, much too far from Nero's place in the vanguard.

They place him in the centre, so when an aberrant suddenly comes barreling through the village they'd been passing through; when it stomps right through the left vanguard and leaves most of them unmounted or dead, the boy jumps to action to prevent it from getting to the right vanguard.

And Nero watches, from his place in the rightmost of the vanguard, he watches Li weave through buildings and zoom past flailing limbs, alone. He watches his boy, his newly recruited, inexperienced boy, take on an aberrant by himself.

Nero doesn't think his horse has ever run faster in its entire career in the Survey Corps. He pulls a hard left, breaking formation and ignoring shouts and warnings from the rest; he can't hear anything besides the indignant sounds coming from the titan's mouth as it swings and swipes at the air, trying to catch Li like a particularly pesky fly —

And it does catch him, it finally does catch Nero's boy, grabbing him in its filthy hand, something like joy in its expressionless eyes. “Li!”

The longest seconds of Nero's life come as he races toward them, him, and he watches the titan wrench its hand tighter around his boy, watches the sheer outrage on his boy's face, and for one terrifying moment Nero thinks, I won't make it; he's going to die, Li is going to die; I can't save him —

And then a figure zooms past him; then two, then the aberrant is tumbling down, Li still snug in its grasp, and finally Nero is close enough; he jumps off his horse without even assessing the environment, frantically grappling at the nearest building, hurtling fast toward the titan's fist before Li gets accidentally slammed into the nearest roof.

Nero's blades break as he chops off most of the titan's fingers in a spin so quick he thinks he might have broken his wrist, but that's nothing compared to the sheer relief that he feels when he sees, from the corner of his eye, his boy grunting in pain as he falls out of the titan's grip and catches himself on a window ledge.

Nero swings off the house he's landed on, stumbling over to the too-tiny window ledge gracelessly in his haste to reach Li, never stopping to even think as he gathers the younger up in his arms like he'll never let go again, the thrum of the boy's heartbeat loud and quick against Nero's own chest. No, Nero doesn't even register the way the boy goes rigid; all the veteran can think is he's safe I'm here I won't leave him he's alive — “I can't lose you.”

Distantly, Nero hears the familiar sound of twin blades slicing through flesh, a heavy inhuman thump following, but in his ears, the words whispered but somehow loud and clear: “Who are you?” His boy – Li, his Li – is stock-still in his arms, and the cadence of his voice is something Nero's never heard from him before; unsure and anxious, maybe even scared.

I'm yours. I've been looking for you; please find me — “I don't know.” He's been living without any sort of real purpose besides finding his dream; no knowledge of why he's even here, and now that he's found him, found the boy of obsidian, the thought of losing him again scares Nero. It's selfish; childish.

“Nero! Hey, are you alright?”

Above them, on the roof, lands Hamilton Holt, and the momentary distraction snaps Li into action, wrenching his own arms free of Nero's grasp and pushing him away so hard he would've fallen off the ledge had his reflexes failed him. His wrist screams in pain, and Nero is vacantly reminded of the injury he must have sustained when attacking the aberrant, but the look the boy – his boy – gives him is nothing if not alarmed and – and fearful. More so than when he had first faced down a titan.

Nero reaches a hand out; Li doesn't deserve to be anything but happy, and if Nero had his way nothing impure would ever touch him.

“Stay away from me;” comes the boy's growled words before he jumps off the window ledge and flies back toward the formation.

There's another thump, then a pair of boots lands in front of Nero, and when he cranes his head upward it's the Holt boy, looking down at him with a mix of confusion and pity in his face. He reaches a hand out. “Let's go.”

When Nero doesn't move the hulking blond hauls him up forcibly, turning him around and pushing him off the ledge, and it's only reflex that gets Nero safely on the ground, next to his horse that whinnies softly as if telling him it's time to go.

He's numb and silent as he clambers back on top of his horse, and when he takes his place back in the formation, he trots past the young noble Kabra, who's looking at him with an odd, almost comtemplative look in his eyes before he forges on ahead tailed by the Holt boy.

When the Kabra boy becomes squad leader mere weeks later, he handpicks Nero, Li, and of course his two dogs, the giant blond and the brown puppy, as his squad members.

Nero's new squad leader handcrafts team exercises especially for them; drills and practices that have the team weaving together in the sky, slashing down imaginary opponents with beautifully choreographed manoeuvres that wow the rest of the Corps and leave them wishing they'd been picked for the Kabra squad instead.

By the end of each day Nero feels more and more exhausted, sharper, and faster. With his new squad, he thinks out on the field, he could be invincible.

In his new squad, he thinks he's just glad Li is part of it too. The Kabra boy won't let anything happen to the Underground prodigy, he knows.

Under their new squad leader, Nero watches Li grow. His skills reach a height soldiers can only dream of, and Nero knows if he had the same years of experience, Li could equal the prowess of Lance Corporal Levi, humanity's strongest.

Under their new squad leader, Nero watches Li grow into the perfect soldier, shaped by the scheming Kabra through harsh training and subtle manipulations only Nero is keen enough to notice.

No, only Nero cares enough to notice. He supposes it must be the constant eye he has on Li that brought him notice to the mind games the Kabra plays on the boy. It alarms him, knowing that the Kabra – the Commander prodigy – is trying to create another loyal dog, another flawless soldier so finely attuned to his words. It terrifies him to think of the Kabra completely winning the boy over.

Nevertheless, Li grows – exponentially – under the Kabra's watchful eye in skill, psyche, and body. The boy from a year ago, the valedictorian of the 103rd Training Corps, had become a steadfast soldier of the Survey Corps, wearing proudly on his back the Wings of Freedom, shoulders broader and eyes sharper, fully a man in every way, and farther from Nero than when he'd first met him.

The next expedition comes only four months after the last one; the 103rd batch recruits' second foray into titan territory.

The Kabra boy volunteers his squad to be part of the vanguard.

Nero's more than accustomed to being beyond the walls, but he can't deny the palpable tension he feels from the entire regiment, a sort of ironic mix of both nervousness and excitement from the rest of the soldiers.

He knows why; although not listed officially as one of this mission's objectives, today will be a test run of the meticulously groomed Kabra squad, a bearer of hope for the Survey Corps, long under construction, now ready to be unleashed.

The Kabra boy – ever ingenious, they say – had suggested a new approach on establishing supply points inside Wall Maria: the carriages, carrying supplies, flanked and fronted by small teams of only the best; a high density of humans tended to attract an even higher number of titans, so a stealthier approach could account for less deaths.

It's a high risk, high reward situation; but the Commander is not known for being cautious, nor is he known for being sentimental.

He gives the go signal to the little noble's proposal, and places the Kabra squad – fresh recruits and all – in the front vanguard, to lead the first supply cart alongside the Command Centre.

Nero can practically smell the fear from the puppy behind him. No, it's not fear – the boy trusts their squad leader too much to truly be afraid – it's unease.

Placed at the front of the formation – made up of a single long line of teams spaced far in between – there is nothing to bar titans from reaching their squad with a few meagre steps. No, in fact they are the barrier, the only thing keeping the supply carts and their drivers from certain doom.

In between their ranks, just slightly behind the young noble who is leading the entire formation, is the Commander of the Survey Corps, flanked by his own men; a meagre number of two soldiers.

The Kabra squad is the only thing that stands in between death and a failed mission, and the Commander.

Nero understands the brown boy's unease. Sort of.

A quick glance to the right shows Nero the way Li grips his horse's reins tightly, an eye keen on the horizon for any incoming danger. He's alert and focused on the objective, just as their young squad leader taught them to be, but the tight set of his eyebrows tell Nero he's also just as nervous as he should be; an inexperienced recruit with less than a year of formal Survey Corps training, tossed into an elite mission for veterans by a madman of a Commander and a scheming witch of a squad leader.

Nero faces back forward before the boy inevitably catches him looking. There's no need to be scared. He will protect Li; fight tooth and nail for the boy to live, humanity's objectives be damned.

They run into their first titan not two hours into the journey.

Around 5 metres; nothing to worry about, but the 12 metre titan that comes lumbering after it is definitely something to think about.

The Holt boy spots them first, of course, and when he reports it aloud – both to their squad leader, front and centre, and to the Commander – the man on the Commander's right pulls out a flare gun, loads it with a green round.

Their squad leader pulls back, just enough to ride parallel to the Commander, and Nero watches the young noble exchange words with the other before raising his voice in the unmistakable cadence of an order: “Kabra squad, engage! No rotations.” The Commander's man puts away his flare gun.

Nero had been expecting it, of course; for the Commander prodigy to show off his well-trained squad like prize horses at the first opportunity. So, as rehearsed, he pulls forward alongside the rest of the Kabra squad, spurring their horses so they can reach the titans long before the rest of the Corps does, the Holt boy calling dibs on the larger one.

And of course, also as rehearsed and because their rigorous training has allowed them to know intimately the measure of each other's strengths, the boy behind Nero calls out a, “Assisting Nero-san with the 5 metre titan!”

That's settled, then.

He watches Li pull forward, fearless as ever, inevitably gaining the attention of both titans, before he spurs his horse to come up just behind him. There are little to no trees nearby, so he's going to have to get as close as possible before switching to 3D space.

Li veers a hard right to circle around the smaller titan, and as it turns to look at him Nero takes the opportunity to jump off his horse and shoot a hook somewhere to the titan's side, swinging up and in front to distract it from the younger boy, and in Nero's peripheral he sees Li take to the skies to avoid getting stomped by the bigger titan, its attention appropriately caught now. The Holt boy rides by on his horse, hook catching somewhere at the titan's ankle, and at that point Nero returns his attention to the task at hand.

Below him, the puppy recruit rides in between the titan's feet, his unease seemingly forgotten in the face of duty – or loyalty to their squad leader, who knows – and he jumps off his horse and does a beautifully elegant turn midair (the boy is a quick learner; he'd picked the manoeuvre up after watching Nero do it a couple of times) before grappling at the distracted titan's shoulder.

The next few moments come quick and are finalised by two dull thuds, steam blocking Nero's vision, but when he lands safely back on the ground and whistles for his horse his first course of action is to ride out of the fog and swing his head around frantically, looking for the boy in his dreams.

“Wonderful manoeuvre out there, Li.”

Their squad leader's thick accent filters in through the haze, and Nero snaps his head toward the approaching party. Li is calmly trotting his horse back toward the formation, welcomed by the young noble's proud smile and flanked by the remaining two members of their squad.

Nero wills his heart rate to calm down. He knows, rationally, of course, that the boy from the Underground is stronger than probably majority of the Survey Corps; can probably take down a titan all by himself if he wanted. But every second the boy is not within Nero's field of vision is an agonising moment, the irrational fear of losing him to a miscalculation or a distraction too much for Nero to bear. It drives him insane.

It used to be better; back when he'd practically called dibs on the boy, he would demand the younger follow him everywhere under the guise of ‘learning from his mentor.’ He liked to think it was less lonely for the boy, too. He came with a handful of others, the graduates of the 103rd Training Corps who were delusional enough to join the Survey Corps, but the only other recruit he seemed to tolerate was the Kabra's brown puppy.

Nero learned much from the meagre months they spent glued to each other's hip before the boy's first expedition, and he was confident enough to think that Li trusted him. But he never did explain the reason behind his protectiveness – to the boy or to the other seniors of the Survey Corps – and he supposed it must have seemed strange to an outsider.

But Nero's breakdown after the boy's near-death encounter during his first expedition had scared him off; now that they were no longer on speaking terms – much less a-metre-near-the-other terms – it's now much harder for Nero to tamp down his possessiveness. Watching the boy's ears turn red with embarrassment from their squad leader's compliment just screams wrong, wrong, wrong, but Nero knows there's nothing he can do about it; nothing he will do about it, because all he ever wants is to see Li safe, and safe is how he is right now, in the Kabra squad.

Nero doesn't need to intervene.

They return from the expedition the next morning with an astounding 80% of the party still remaining; the highest recorded survival rate in a Survey Corps expedition. Of course, it helps that only the veterans had been enlisted for this one.

Naturally, a party is in order.

The Commander is invited by some rich asshole in Sina to celebrate, and he brings the Kabra boy with him to properly credit the mind behind the new formation (and, Nero supposes, to endorse the future Commander of the Survey Corps in the event that Erwin Smith kicks the bucket prematurely. The Commander likes to think ahead).

Before their squad leader leaves, Nero watches him place five gold coins in his blond dog's palm, smiling; leaving some instruction, no doubt. And that same evening, said dog comes into the mess hall, puts his fist in the air, and shouts, “Drinks on Ian tonight!”

The resulting cheer is deafening.

Nero is wasted, probably. He can't see much past his own nose, and each step he takes he swears he feels the ground shaking.

So, yes: he's probably wasted.

He can't remember how much he's had to drink, but he does remember chugging down each frothing mug they place in his hand. So, yes: he's probably drunk too much.

He steps outside the tavern for a little air – it's much too loud, now; and a congregation of drunk soldiers is always a headache – and peers at a familiar figure sitting on the porch steps, facing the empty midnight street. He smiles a little giddily when he realises who it is.

He plops down rather gracelessly next to Li, almost tipping over in his drunkenness, but the man – boy, who cares? – doesn't even flinch.

The stars above them remind him faintly of something, but now he can't remember. Nero can't remember much of anything. He wants to go to bed.

“I first met you in a dream I had when I was young.”

Nero doesn't even notice he's talking until he realises it's his own voice he's hearing. He makes no effort to stop; it doesn't matter anyway, does it?

“You were frightened. Afraid of something I couldn't see. And that made me afraid too. When I woke up I wondered to myself: what's happened to that boy?”

He hears Li shift, and a quick glance to the right reveals the younger man had turned his body slightly in his direction. The Underground prodigy had never been one to hide his motives; now Nero supposes he's curious.

“When I woke up, I said to myself; I'm going to make sure that boy is safe. No matter what.”

A loud bark of laughter surprises himself more than it surprises Li, but when he shifts to look Li in the face, he finds that the younger man is already looking at him, something akin to wonder in his eyes. It's been a while since Nero's been able to look at those obsidian eyes. He hates that he can somehow see his reflection in them.

“But you don't need saving, do you? I finally find you, and you're the strongest soldier in your entire generation, probably even the next ten. Figures.”

Nero finds his eyes fluttering shut. He's so sleepy. And when in hell did it get so cold?

“I don't know why I'm here. I don't even know why I'm still alive; dozens of expeditions and not one lucky titan manages to off me. I just know…”

He closes his eyes, leans his head against the handrail beside him. Li has gone so silent. Nero wonders if he's still here, or just up and left sometime during his drunken rambling.

“I just know that I'm glad you're finally safe. That's enough.”

Nero lingers between a pleasant unconsciousness and bleary awareness as he feels his back hit a particularly unpleasant mattress.

There's some murmuring about, and Nero's too sleepy to properly wake up and tell everyone to shut up, but he's about to try anyway, propping himself up on an elbow before his eyes even open, until he hears a harsh, “Quiet!” in a voice that's unmistakable.

The muttering stops, and then an even more unmistakable hand pushes him back down on his back, a momentary pause before pushing ginger strands off his sweaty forehead. Nero keeps his eyes closed; memorises the feeling of calloused fingers almost tenderly wiping the sweat off his brow.

He feels the warmth of a blanket cover him, and he lets himself drift back off to sleep, a smile threatening to overtake his features.

Morning finds Nero vomiting on a recruit's bed.

There's another recruit sitting across from him, watching him with a mix of a grimace and dutiful respect on his face, and Nero manages to weakly smile back, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. “Sorry 'bout that.”

He's in the newest recruits' barracks, the 103rd kids, and most of them are gone. The boy across from him, sitting on another bed, is not in uniform. It's probably a day off.

The boy eyes the puddle of mashed up dinner on Nero's blanket with barely concealed disgust. “Li will kill you for that. Uh, sir.”

Nero looks up so quick his head feels like it's flying straight off his shoulders. “This Li's bed?” The recruit nods.

Nero nods back, slowly this time to avoid dislodging his head – it may not contain much but he's still rather fond of it – and moves to get up, narrowly missing hitting his forehead on the ceiling of the bunk bed on top of his – or Li's – squeezing his eyes shut when he's finally upright to give the nausea time to fuck off.

When he feels he can walk properly without tripping on air he gives a tight smile and short nod to the young boy. “Best you clean it up then; wouldn't want Li to be on your ass about it, hm?”

He leaves just quick enough to avoid seeing the boy's hasty salute.

“You couldn't have thrown up on another person's bed?”

Nero looks up from where he's tinkering with his gear, setting it down and narrowing his eyes at Li. The boy is in his uniform polo; he probably still hasn't bought any personal garments for himself yet (he'd discarded of the two shirts he'd owned in the Underground when he came here; had said they reeked of blood and grime).

“You couldn't have put me on my own bed?”

Li shrugs, “Your bunkmates were noisy.” Nero wonders why now, Li cannot even look at his face, when all this time that Nero had stayed away from him he'd looked upon the ginger with such disdain in his eyes.

Nero goes back to cleaning his gear.

“You weren't drunk.”

It's not a question, but nevertheless Nero hears Li asking for affirmation. He snorts. “I think I had like a barrel worth of booze. I'm not a lightweight, but I'm not exactly Hamilton Holt either. So, yes: I was drunk.”

“Is that the excuse you're going with?”

Nero puts down his gear with a decisive clunk, and faces Li, who finally seems to have found the courage to look him in the eye. He looks... defiant, but in a way, hopeful. Nero wonders what he's hoping for. “What do you want?”

The blunt question seems to off-balance Li. He blinks, steels his glare; “I want — ” He cuts himself off, shifts on his feet. “I – I want…” Nero has never seen the Underground prodigy so nervous. He supposes he's never seen a lot of things.

Nevertheless, he somehow finds it in himself to pity the poor boy, and softens a bit. “Take a seat if you want.” The workshop is empty; they are two of the few unlucky soldiers without family or lovers to come home to.

Li shakes his head, resolute, and hesitates again. “I… was it – was it true?”

Nero stops. Blinks, and returns his gaze to Li. “You think I'd lie to you?” He may have been drunk enough not to find his way back to his own barracks, but he certainly wasn't drunk enough not to remember all he'd said.

The younger man looks to the floor, mutters a soft yet sure, “No.”

A soldier comes flying into Nero's path, and it's only years of experience and extreme skill that propel him to abort his own flight and swing himself the opposite direction of where he was originally going, the speed and force of the manoeuvre so sudden that Nero's ribs hurt in protest.

Distantly, he listens to the pained grunt of a soldier as he slams against a nearby tree. He lands gracefully next to said soldier, who kneels against said tree, clutching his stomach.

“I could hear you coming ten miles away, you know.” He tells Li, not bothering to offer a hand up because he wouldn't take it anyway.

Li huffs out an almost sarcastic “Did you?” (almost sarcastic, because Li is physically incapable of ever expressing any emotion other than disdain or anger) before getting up, still grimacing. He turns to Nero, and the older man almost laughs at the sight of Li physically forcing a more neutral expression on his face (almost laughs, because if he had he has no doubt he would have a fist to his jaw within a second). “Tell me how to be better, then.”

Nero blinks. “Huh?”

Li's facade falls, and he looks shy suddenly. Nero remembers the day at the workshop. “You're my mentor after all, aren't you?”

Nero must catch flies from how long he stands there with his mouth hanging open, but when he finally rights himself, he sees pink slowly tinging the younger man's ears, although he adamantly stares at Nero, waiting for his reply. Nero smiles.

He is found.

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rynhaswritersblock · 4 years ago

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tiktok famous (hc) - part four | p.p.

summary: episode four of tiktoks with y/n and peter ayooooo

warnings: cussing. what's new LOL

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- BACK AGAIN

- these are the imagines that i can pretty much just pump out because the plot line is like already layed out for me

- in conclusion i like writing these lol

- okay SO

THESE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE WHO GAVE IDEAS::: spideybparker starbabez mrose12623 elliedevotee lilcassipuff buckybigbutt

THANK U! <3

^^ if you've changed your username i'm so sorry whenever i get requests i write down the username and it's lowkey difficult to track who is who and if they've changed it ahhhhh

- aight

- lets get into it

- yuhhhhhh get into itttttttttt

- i'm gonna be saying yuh get into it so much in this imagine i apologize in advance

- like it's kinda bad

- oops

- so y'all know those audios that are like the fake calls

- it's like that man's voice he's like "hey whassup shorty your man around?"

- THAT ONE

- so naturally

- y'all know where this is going

- you and pete are just chilling (this is how all of them start. i feel like a broken record. help)

- you're like FUCK IT LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS

- you start recording

hey whassup shorty

- peter goes into FIGHT OR FLIGHT MODE

- he's just playing video games (fortnite aye) but the S E C O N D HE HEARS THAT RANDOM MAN'S VOICE

- fuckin RIPS OFF THE HEADSET

- EYEBROWS FURROWED AS HE LOOKS AT YOU HE'S LIKE

- huh wHAT NOW

- ????!!!!!!!!!!

- you fail at keeping a straight face cause the fucking AUDIO

your man around?

- a wheeze FLIES out of you mouth as peter SHOOTS UP FROM HIS CHAIR

- big "FUCK NO!" energy

- mans practically jumps on top of you

- he's like angry and confused at first but then he sees how hard you're laughing and just gets even more confused

"what was that?"

- his voice is all high cause it does that in tense situations

- puppy face is loud n clear!

- babey

- meanwhile you can't catch your breath for SHIT

- so you show him the video as you continue to literally die

- as soon as he realizes he just melts

- he's like laying on top of you and buries his face in the crook of your neck before bursting out into laughter and holding you tighter

"you can't do that!"

- god me thinking about that happening irl is giving me BUTTERFLIES

- sexc

- okay this one is another fake phone call

- just gonna jump into it it's pretty much the same situation

- in this one you two are over 18 btw

- for ~legal reasons~

- the audio starts playing with the ringtone and peter just glances over

- he's too busy watching b99

- naturally

hey this is dr. alvarez! we received your pregnancy test results

- WHAT

- peter has never jumped so hard in his LIFE

- tv is PAUSED even captain holt has the shocked expression (who am i kidding it's holt his facial expression is as dead as a brick)

- 🅱eter literally yells

"WHAT"

- audio keeps going

is there a time next week you could come in and talk?

"y/n what"

- he runs over to you and you bust out laughing as he looks at your phone and realizes it's a tiktok

- an annoyed smile pulls at his lips and he groans and wraps his arms around you

"you had me there for a second"

- let's just say peter parker had family on his mind a LOT more since then

- wink wink

- k SO

- queso

- haha

- anyways

- y'all know that one sound

pussy so good i could save that shit for later

- welcome to straight tiktok!

- so y'all just chillin on his bed as best friends do

- on ur phones and shit

- and peter parker is a basic bitch so he has the led lights

- which i want SO BAD btw ugh my room would be such a vibe

- update i'm editing this and i just ordered some ayooooo

- anyways they're currently blue so like

- innocent

- chill

- but THEN

- the audio starts playing from peter's phone

pussy so good-

- you gAsp as the lights turn red

- ur like

- holy shit i didn't know parker could do that

- next thing you know peter's hand is on your chin/jaw (just about ur neck OOPS)

- his mouth is practically ON your ear

- you see him holding his arm out in front of you recording and you can't help but laugh

- but DAMN

his jawline is out and everything and he's fucking SMIRKINGGGG as he whispers the lyrics into your ear

- BUTTAFLIESSSSSSSSSSSSS

- big mattia vibes (btw that man is NOT attractive i'm sorry)

- moving on

- i know i've written one of the ones where you kiss your best friend

- but time to turn the tables

- oh how the turn tables

- time for y/n to be a bad bitch cause WE MAKING THE FIRST MOVE!!

- hell yea!

- so it's late right

- like late late

- at least midnight (sleep schedule is MESSED from quarantine though so honestly late rn is like 2 or 3 in the morning yikes)

- and ur hella bored

- on tiktok

- the fuck else do you expect?

- and you start doing the thing where you start thinking about getting up and doing something and you think about it so much that you physically can NOT sit there any longer and must Move or Die

- i KNOW i am not the only one

- so that happens

- and you're like FUCK IT

- so you walk out of your room and into peter's next door

- oh to live at avengers headquarters and live next to peter parker

- you just fucking stroll in

- peter's fat ass just goes "hey thanks for knocking"

- meanwhile you can't even stand to look at him because you're afraid that if you do all of your confidence will VANISH

- so you set up the camera and start recording

- at this point peter's sitting up and just watching you cause he's so confused

- and

- (HERE WE GO)

- it takes everything in you not to RUN OUT

- but you walk over to him

- wrap a hand around his neck

- tilt your head and lean down

- when peter realizes what's going on he's like OH MY GOD

- fight or flight response HITS except its JUST FLIGHT

- HIS BODY CHOSE FLIGHT

- he fucking REELS back

- can't even process that his best friend and crush since EVER just tried to kiss him

- sdfjksdkfjsdfg

- DKJFNHSKDFNSLA

- you're like fuck! so you turn to start r u n n i n g a w a y

- but then his hands wrap around your waist

- you FLY backwards and laugh as the two of you flop into the bed

- and he kisses you

- mwah ha ha haaaaaa

- don't ask why the evil laugh just accept it

- i am tired yes it is only 8:43pm i am still tired

- NEXTTTTTTT

- so y'all know those povs where it's like you find out your soulmate's first words on your bday

- well

- ha

- you and peter are bored because ~ q u a r a n t i n e ~

- chilling at headquarters

- bored in da house and i'm in da house bored

- and peter's like "imma make a pov!"

- okay!

- so i'm just gonna lay it out for you HERE WE GO

- he has the generic countdown thing (text boxes saying 3...2..1! you know the deal) and then he looks at his wrist and it says "hey spider-boy!" and he gets so flustered - next clip it's him running into "you" (obviously you're not actually in it but he does the text box thingy) - you're asking about what it says and try to get a peek but he pulls away - next clip it's right before your bday - and then you find out your quote and it says "it's spider-MAN! cause i'm a man!" - and peter is just looking anxiously/happily at the camera

- PERIOD

- i hope that was a good visual idk i tried

- and uhhhh yeah that one stays in the drafts bc he doesn't wanna expose himself

- moving right along by the way it's raining rn and i'm listening to my kind of woman by mac demarco and UGH this song makes me so...... jkdfhsdk

- OKAY THIS IS ANOTHER STRAIGHT TIKTOK ONE

- but it's cute so

- fuck it

- y'all know it

i wanna put you in seven positions for seventy minutes babe

- mischievous as ✨hell✨

- oh my god i got another idea okay i'm writing that after this one

- anyways!

- you and peter are chilling

- note: i yell at myself every time i write that because the AMOUNT OF THESE THAT START THIS WAY GOD

- he's watching netflix or something idk

- fyi outer banks is overrated sorry not sorry

- yell at me if u want but

- it's riverdale for vsco girls

- you set up the camera and start recording

- audio starts playing and you climb into his lap and he's like WOAH

- you like put your hands on his cheeks/jaws lol and you start mouthing the lyrics

- but the THING IS (pt 1)

- homeboy catches on pretty quick

- and

- fuck

- he starts MOUTHING THE LYRICS BACK

- you deadass have to take a second and reel back to catch your breathe

- but the THING IS (pt 2)

- HE'S GOTTEN ALL INTO IT

- SO HE PULLS YOU BACK IN

- UR FUCKIN FOREHEADS ARE TOUCHING AND YOU BOTH JUST START REALLY AGGRESSIVELY MOUTHING THE LYRICS

- kinda hot doe

- something for u to think about at night

- hey bitch this is a reminder to write about the fairy comments

- thanks past me

- SO

- hmm lemme think

- okay

- so

- okay yes

- so peter-man posts a tiktok of him doing flips n stuff

- like very generic white boy look at me doing things

- and it's very impressive

- but

- you decide to just GO AT IT IN THE COMMENTS

- LIKE TOTALLY ANNIHILATE HIM

- i'm just gonna write some examples

- fuck me for writing this on a computer finding all these emojis on here is very difficult

- oh well

- here we go:

- oh my god a squirrel just climbed up the tree in my front yard and it caught me so off guard my heart skipped a beat

- wait okay irrelevant

- for real this time here we go:

you ate that 💕🧚‍♀️⚡🌟next time make it me instead 💖🧚‍♀️✨ omg peter you came on my fyp 🧚‍♀️💖✨but make it on me next 🧚‍♀️💕✨🦋 a necklace 💕✨🧚‍♀️⚡but make it your hands ✨💖🦋😌

- and so on

- lets just say when peter saw those

- his face got SO RED

- TOOK HIM AT LEAST TEN MINUTES TO COMPOSE HIMSELF

- AND THEN HE RAN INTO YOUR ROOM

"y/n what is this"

"uh fairy comments"

"but they're so-"

- you just stare at him and like

- shrug

- but knowingly

- HAHA OKAY NEXT ONE

- okay i took a break to go sit in the rain and eat hawaiian rolls 10/10 experience def go do that next time it rains

- i think i wrote one like this but with the supalonely dance

- so this time

- we doing the savage dance

- first of all that song is a BANGER

- second, the dance is SO FUN

- so it's the same thing as last time

- you set up the camera but have it face peter instead of u sneaky sneaky

- and then u start doing the dance of course

- and obv peter is like yuhhhhhhhhh get into itttttttttt

- clapping along and smiling and whooping

- supportive bby

- but THEN

- YOU THROW IT BACK

- HOMEBOY DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT COMING

- HALF OF HIM IS LIKE OH FUCK I SHOULD'VE STOPPED HER

- OTHER HALF IS SAYING holy shit !

- once you finish you look at peter and he's just like 👁👄👁

- lol

- anyways

- you watch that video MULTIPLE TIMES afterwards

- okay in this one you and pete are 18+ because

- we like being legal 😌✋

- but it's one of those where you walk out in front of your boyfriend naked

- so peter just got home from patrol and climbs in through the window of y'alls shared apartment

- oh to live in an nyc apartment with peter parker UGH

"y/n? i'm home babe"

- the camera is shaking because you're laughing so hard and kinda nervy

- but you walk out of y'alls room and peter just turns to you

- nearly drops his fucking mask

- he's shocked for a second before he gets such a big smile on his face and throws you over his shoulder

- hehe

- okay last one i love this one sm this tiktok came up on my fyp and i immediately though THIS IS Y/N AND PETER

here it be::

https://www.tiktok.com/@wizqueifa_/video/6826567570116611333

god i hope that works and y'all can watch it lmk if u can't like if the link doesn't work or anything

- okay basically it's that tiktok but u and peter

- like that video EXACTLY everything about it is perfect

- that's it lol

- and i recommend watching her other tiktoks with her boyfriend bc their relationship is adorable and it's totally y/n and peter

- okay i think (hope to god) i've written all the ones that y'all requested

- i think i might only do just one more part of these???? idk i feel like if i just keep going on with them (cause obv trends keep coming) half this book would just be the tiktoks lol

- ANYWAYS

- peace out homies i love each and every one of you

- be kind to urself and try to be productive

- i'm gonna go try and write some more so

- yes

- MWAH <3

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hi i hope you guys are doing well

ily

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

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The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

Masterlist

Previously on The Pen Pal Project...

Warnings: Cute gif of Chris Evans ahead.

Word Count: Uhhhhh

Chapter 3

Letter #3

October 31th, 2019

Chris’s POV

Chris woke up, doing his usual routine when he was home. Which consisted of him working out and things that kind of included Dodger in the mix. But it was Halloween, Chris seemed to be rushing his usual routine in order to get to his sisters' house to see his young Niece’s and Nephews.

It wasn’t until he was at his sister's house that he had received a phone call, excusing himself to the other room he quickly answered the call, knowing the number all too well.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Evans?” A soft voice said in the other line, “this is Dr. Holts receptionists, I’m assuming you know why I am calling.”

Chris chuckled, “yeah, I do, I can pick up the letter in an hour if that’s alright?”

“Perfectly fine, see you then, Mr. Evans,” with that the girl hung up the phone.

“What was that all about?” He heard his sister ask from behind him, he quickly turned around and smiled at his older sister, Carly.

“Just my therapist, wanting me to pick up a letter.” She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “she asked me to be a part of this project of hers, in which I get a letter from a stranger and we communicate that way.”

“Sounds interesting,” she said as she sat on the couch, “tell me more.”

“Well, she wants to know if this would make some people feel better, maybe the effect of writing down their problems to a stranger and sending it out only to wait a couple days for a reply would help a person deal with things emotionally. Maybe it’ll help them to wait things out if things turn for the worse,” Chris hoped his sister knew what he was implying. It wasn’t something that had crossed Chris’s mind but he knew that many people out there have thought of it. It saddened him at the thought. At the thought that many fans of his had ever dealt with it.

If he could help prevent that in any way, Chris wouldn’t hesitate to do it.

“Well, what do you know about this person?”

“Well, from what I know, her name is Julie and she’s a waitress in California.... so far that’s it. Also, she loves Star Wars and dogs.”

“sounds like your kind of girl,” Carly mumbled but she didn’t mumble low enough because Chris heard her, easily giving her a small glare.

“No, Carly,” he sighed, “probably isn’t the best idea.”

“Well, you never know!”

“She’s twenty-three anyways, you know how people are with age-gaps.”

“Yeah, and let me tell you that age doesn’t really matter. Well, it does in some cases but not in this one!” Chris sighed, not wanting to hear this from his sister, he already hated the thought of almost being forty and alone. No wife or kids. It felt like if anything were to happen with someone it’d be rushed, “Look, I’m just saying, don’t say no just yet. Just... Just let things happen if it were to happen.”

Chris rolled her eyes, “it’s just a pen pal, Carly, nothing else. Alright?”

Carly sighed, “alright.”

“Look I should get going, I’ll be back later to help the kids with their costumes,” Chris said as gave his sister a kiss on the cheek before leaving the house.

Chris began his drive to his therapist's office. The talk he had with his sister Carly not once leaving his mind. “just a pen pal,” he reminded himself as he focused on the road, “nothing is going to happen, we’ll probably only send each other a handful of letters before one of us gets tired of the other.” Chris didn’t want to think that way if anything he wanted this project to work. He wanted to find sources for people to seek help.

But Chris couldn’t help but think of how much this girl, Julie, made him laugh. The way she wrote her letters, he couldn’t help but wonder if she were the same way in real life. Did the words, the comebacks, slip out of her tongue the way they so easily come into a sentence on a piece of paper? did she write that letter with ease or did she sit down for hours contemplating on what to say?

Chris didn’t know. But he knew that there was some sort of connection.

Chris finally arrived at his therapist's office, he greeted the receptionist as she gave him his letter, “they sure do arrive quickly,” he commented.

“Priority mail,” she said with a small smile. He said his goodbyes and then walked over to his car. He couldn’t wait to get home, so he opened the letter right there in his car, in front of his therapist's office.

Dear Chris,

I feel that after a while, we will stop using ‘Dear’ and end up using ‘wassup, Chris.’ I dunno, just a random thought. But you are right, it is a ‘my bad’ that I did not give you my last name. Although I have to say, I like the mystery of it. No last name, just first names. Keeps us guessing. Like your last name can be Smith. Chris Smith. Nah, now that I wrote it, it doesn’t sound as great as it did in my head. Plus, it’s such a basic last name for such a basic first name. Did I just roast you? Wow.

I guess that just means that you are officially my friend. Congrats. Don’t expect me to lend you any money.

And to answer your question as to if I like waitressing… it’s in between yes and no. There are rude customers and the very nice customers that make me love my job. And career-wise? No clue. I guess I started waitressing while I thought about it what I wanted to do career-wise, but now, I don’t know. I thought it would be photography but now I’m not sure. I thought I was so good at photography, but things happened with family and I just... stopped. It was a dream of mine.

Anyways, these letters are way different than texting and although I do prefer texting, this is nice. Different. I feel like I’m in the fifties, with some Etta James playing in the background, writing to some long-lost relative and wondering when my husband will come back from the war.

Chris chuckled, “sounds something like what Steve would do, or maybe even Peggy?” He shook his head and kept reading.

Thirty-seven? Wow, I imagine you like some old guy that probably is a secret ax murderer. Are you an ax murderer? An ax murderer wouldn’t tell me that. Unless he did just so I wouldn’t believe him, so he’d be off the hook, you know? I say, ‘you know’ a lot.

And what does ‘career in the arts’ mean? Do you make porn? Is that what that means? Is it a fancy way of saying that you a porn artist? Because if it is, I’m cool with it and I have lots of follow up questions. One for example, do you ever get recognized in the streets? Or in the sheets, if you know what I mean? ; )

I’ve been dealing with my anxiety since I could remember. Different triggers now that I am older, though. We will always need help, I guess.

Alright, you are immediately one of my favorite humans. And that’s saying a lot because there isn’t many. Dogs are EVERYTHING. I have one, Boo. Don’t judge on the name. I had him since I was five. He’s my baby and my everything. The poor little guy is on his last days, though. Sad to see him that way, you know? He’s helped me through so much, my anxiety, depression, my parent's divorce. He lives with my dad, my apartment complex doesn’t accept dogs. Rude right? How old is Dodger? And why the name Dodger?

Question: Do you have any siblings?

Thought I should add that since we are getting to know each other we must keep this huge conversation going, you know?

Later Vader.

P.S. If you like ‘Toodles’ then why didn’t you use it? I think you should use it. I better see ‘Toodles’ in my next letter. It’s a good thing you do like Star Wars. Lit? I think so. I’m not sure. I’m no longer up to date with the things kids say nowadays. I’m pretty sure Lit is still cool, though. I’ll have to ask my nephews when I see them.

Chris sat there in his car, rereading the letter over and over, he looked at his therapist's office, noticing they were still open. He got out of his car, quickly making his way over to the office, “Do you have a pen and paper? maybe even an envelope?” The receptionist looked at him confused but handed him the materials he needed, he thanked her and began scribbling some things on the paper, “are you writing back already?” She asked as she watched as he wrote fairly quickly.

he chuckled, “just couldn’t wait... you said you guys send this through priority mail, correct?” She gave him a nod. “Great!”

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laallomri · 6 years ago

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adashi fic recs

there’s only four on this list rip but it’s at least something. the tone of the first two is heavy in some places but don’t worry, they all have happy endings

1. dogfish by iphigenias (7k words)

summary:

“I would leave the universe defenceless and the Galra undefeated if it meant saving Takashi from everything he’s gone through—if it meant keeping him here, keeping him off the Kerberos mission, even if that meant that he would never speak to me again because of it—because he’d be safe. And he might not be happy, but he’d be here.” Adam takes a deep, shuddering breath and then lets it out all at once. He looks back at Sam. “Does that make me a bad person?”

“Nothing could make you a bad person, Adam,” Sam replies, holding his gaze. “It just makes you human.”

Or, the season 7 rewrite in which Adam survives, among other improvements.

--this is my favorite adashi fic. it’s an au of s7 and split into three parts/povs, sam holt then adam then shiro. it’s well-written and fixes a lot of the problems with s7. the adashi reunion is wonderful and the shiro vs sendak fight is way cooler than it was in the show

more fics under the cut

2. wait for something better (this is your life) by hecque (3800 words)

summary:

Shiro loves him so much that it hurts in the places where the disease doesn’t dare touch, where his heart beats and his pulse quickens and his cheeks flush.

Shiro loves him so much that he considers taking the heavy ring out and proposing right then and there, disease be damned.

Shiro loves him so much that he wants to spend the rest of his life with him, however short that may be, because he can’t imagine a life without Adam’s crooked glasses and Adam’s scars and Adam’s smiles.

Or, Shiro learns how to fly while falling in love, and everything is perfect, until it isn't.

--beautifully written, with a lot of rain imagery and introspection. it goes from when shiro and adam first meet all the way up to their reunion after voltron returns to earth.

3. you make it easier (when life gets hard) by loulolas (1400 words)

summary:

In which two Garrison pilots get engaged and promise to love each other forever

feat. Keith, Shiro's funky gay sidekick and pseudo little brother

--absolute fluff. total cheese. adam goes shopping for an engagement ring and he brings keith along for Opinions. it’s very funny and sweet and the proposal scene is 10/10.

4. Invincible by AceOfSpeight (2900 words)

summary:

Takashi had been known to pull a stunt or two back home—his Aunt Nanase had to give him an earful at least once a month for going out passed curfew and doing something stupid—but stealing from an officer was a pretty step into hooliganism Takashi hadn’t been sure he was willing to take.

He was on scholarship for the Garrison, and so he really couldn’t risk his position, not if he wanted to make it, not unless he wanted Aunt Nanase to finally blow out his eardrums for throwing away his future.

But something in his 16-year-old heart needed to impress Adam or he would die. He would just die.

--teenage shiro getting into shenanigans to impress adam......amazing wonderful showstopping incredible. ft. adashi first kiss, hilarious shiro pov, and adam rickrolling their teacher.

#voltron #adashi #fics #my post #long post #100

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bushybeardedbear · 6 years ago

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Reflections... 2

A sorta-semi-set of sequels to This Post and the Fics Therein

Bamf!

Cosmo A Good Boy!

Can I have a word...?

Matthew Holt Seeks Answers

Bamf!

Hunger. Scent of food. Not best food. Good food. Cosmo gets best food from Large Nervous-Happy of the Keith-Pack. Alpha Female of Keith-Pack also made good food. On the biggest smell ever, long time away, Cosmo and Keith both fed by Alpha Female. Alpha Female gave good pats and tickles. Gave Love. Called Cosmo Good Boy. Large Nervous-Happy still make best food. Let Cosmo take food. Trust Cosmo. Large Nervous-Happy nice. Large Nervous-Happy busy with not-food. Large Nervous-Happy extra happy. Cosmo sniffs. Yes. Large Nervous-Happy is busy with mate, Grey And Smiles Soft Pats. Staring at sky, tickle-pat-rub-parts together, Large Nervous Happy and Grey And Smiles Soft Pats smell happiest together. They share food. Mouth and mouth close.

BAMF! Cosmo goes somewhere else.

One Eye Head Pat sits and noises with other long talls. One Eyed Head Pat looks away from food. Cosmo lips licked. One Eye Head Pat friendly to Cosmo. Cosmo looks. Checks. Cosmo takes the hot meat. Smells good. Tastes better! Cosmo’s hot meat now! One Eye Head Pat makes the happy HA! Noises.

BAMF! Cosmo goes somewhere else.

High place. Air smell good. Cosmo eat the hot meat, tearing. Someone comes closer. Cosmo looks. Smells friend. Orange Face Fuzz of Keith-Pack, reaches and pats. Tickle-rubs head. Makes noises. “Mmamamamamaa Cosmo! amamAMAmmma!” Happy smelling Orange Face Fuzz. Bad smell too. Sad smell. “Mmememeeaa...” Soft noises, sad noises, “Mmmmmnnm, mnmman...” Looking to Love Smell Small One of Keith Pack. Love Smell Small One likes Cosmo. Gives many cuddles. Lets lick. Good pack mate. Still Love Smell, but sad smell too. Orange Face Fuzz goes. Cosmo snaps down hot meat. Cosmo sniffs. Bad Smell. Smell Sad. Cosmo Sad. Cosmo go closer, nuzzles Love Smell Small One. Love Smell Small One so sad. Whining Cosmo nuzzles. Cosmo give soft licks.

“Mmllmm Cosmo...” Love Smell Small One eyes leak. Cosmo licks away. “Maml! Mmmp!! Cosmo!!” Smell Happy! Smell sad again... Cosmo stop. “Mmmm... Nnn mmmnlll...” Love Smell Small One breathes out hard, “Mmmnnll llll... Hhh... love mmmn... Hhh love mmmn...”

Cosmo think. Sad. Love. Need closest pack? Need closest pack. Nuzzles Love Smell Small One, sniffs. Sniffs harder.

BAMF! Cosmo goes somewhere else. Cosmo sniffs. Same litter near. Long Scruffy Tall One, not Keith-Pack, same litter Love Smell Small One. Looks, goes back and away with high noise. “Cosmo!! Nmmnlll!! Nammmall...” Cosmo nuzzle, push to tickle-pat-rub-parts. Long Scruffy Tall One tickles ears. Nice Long Scruffy Tall One!

BAMF! Cosmo and Long Scruffy Tall One go somewhere else. Long Scruffy Tall One smell afraid. Love Smell Small One eyes still leaking. “MmmmllmM...?” Long Scruffy Tall One sits, smell sad now. Love Smell Small One cuddles. Sad. Both sad... Cosmo sad... Cosmo bad... Love Smell Small One looks. Sunshine coloured eyes. Still sad, “Good Boy, Cosmo...” Curly mouth thing, not a growl. Small happy smell. Long Scruffy Tall One makes noises, “Good Boy, Cosmo...” Cosmo happy. Pats and tickles. Tail swooshes. Cosmo stay. Cosmo cuddle Love Smell Small One. Love Smell Small One, Long Scruffy Tall One make many noises. Cosmo cuddles. Cosmo sleepy.

Cosmo good boy.

[Writing from a Non-Human POV whilst still keeping it understandable from a human POV isn’t easy...]

Can I Have a Word...?

Last night was a kick in the teeth, that much was for sure. Suddenly finding yourself teleported, yeah that was strange. Also something he and Dad and Katie would have to study in great detail at some point. Not just the fact it was possible but possible as an innate ability of a creature!? His mind was already struggling with the implications...or... Or it would have been. The real problem was finding his sister, curled up into herself in the cold night air. Tear streaked face clutching at his heart. The Universe was in such a mess since they’d disappeared, it only made sense it would get to her. But, that was only part of it he soon learned. The other part, seemingly more potent and frustrating than she’d let it get before, all fell at the feet of a single paladin. Maybe two, strictly speaking.

Though, given everything Katie had explained it made no sense. The three year gap was an effect of time dilation. On the journey home, which proved far shorter than anyone had predicted, they seemed distant from one another. At least, that’s how it looked from the outside looking in. Maybe there was something going on secretly she had no clue about...? That was her theory. She had a lot of theories about it. When she had explained the shared dream, a game show hosted by an all powerful being... Called Bob of all things... It sounded like the edge of insanity. He knew her better than she realised. He paid attention. And that was eye opening. He had risked his life to defend her. When the seating arrangements for the lions had been arranged, he gave her the longest time alone and in peace... She had even heard him explaining his Bayard’s higher functions, the ones she had explained to him. Their game nights. Their shared moments of home sickness and mutual comfort... It all seemed, impossibly, to be coming to that point she had dreamed of... And that was when Matt realised as she’d explained between growls of frustration and desperate tears... Katie was desperately in love with an idiot. He asked as much and she confirmed, “Yeah...” She’d whispered, almost shamefully, “I love him...”

She had seen something though. Something that perhaps had happened more than she was willing to admit. More than she’d been willing to see. A moment between them that perhaps should have been private. Come back safe... They had both said. It was unmistakable. Even Veronica could see it, that it was mutual. That it was, in short, love... So the McClain sister had said. Loudly. Repeatedly. Yet always out of earshot of The Princess and her Admirer.

He couldn’t speak for Allura and couldn’t presume to know how she was feeling or thinking. All he did know was that at one point, by his own observation, Allura had not been remotely interested in Lance romantically. Lance had been jealous, protective...almost viciously so, just when he and Allura had first met. Sure, that Matt back then had been super extra about meeting a pretty princess and he’d grown since then... But Lance’s reaction of naked hatred... That wasn’t healthy...

According to Katie, Allura and Emperor Lotor were practically picking out the wedding cake... Or at least, figuring out the political viability of such an alliance... So, from their perspective, a few weeks, a month or two at most had passed... He couldn’t imagine moving on from the love of your life to your not-so-secret persistent admirer in such a short space of time. That was before factoring in the additional trauma of turns out he was feeding on the souls of Altean Children. How could someone get over that...? Especially so soon...? Maybe it was an Altean thing...? Allura was an unknown variable...

But Katie wasn’t stupid. She wasn’t prone to misreading a situation. If she was thinking, hoping, noticing something growing between her and Lance... Then it wasn’t for nothing. It wasn’t based on nothing. She would have painfully analysed, observed, collated data. She would have found ways to account for her own bias and the observer effect. Her mind was incredible even by Holt standards. The only way she could be getting this impression was if Lance was making her think it was legitimate.

So, Matt was resolved. He wasn’t about to intervene and change the idiot’s mind. He’d been persistent, nice and supportive at all the right times and it seems it had paid off. Maybe the two of them would be happy, maybe not. Honestly he didn’t care one way or the other. What he cared about was Katie. Katie, incredible and strong willed Katie, who only wanted time to move on... She couldn’t and shouldn’t be forced to deal with any more confusion. The elder Holt sibling laid a heavy hand upon the young man’s shoulder, pulling him away firmly from the repairs he had been conducting on a Garrison Land Vehicle. Matt was frankly surprised he knew what he was doing. Lance met his eyes with confusion at first then a small smile. Matt responded with a command, phrased as a question. “Can I have a word...?” His tone tomb cold. “Sure!” The oblivious kid smirked back, carelessly hurling a tool back into a box, “What’s up? You and your Dad and Pidge giving the Lions an upgrade? You founf a way we can combine with the Atlas...?”

“No Lance. That’s not exactly as high a priority as saving the rest of the population...” Matt sighed, walking the two of them further from prying eyes and curious ears. “I only want to say this once. Don’t hurt my sister.”

Lance’s expression was one of utter confusion, “Say wha...?” He frowned, “Hurt Pidge...? She’s like my best friend, there’s no way I’d hurt her...”

“Best friend, right...?” Matt’s grip on Lance’s shoulder tightened, “And you’ve never...implied she might be anything else to you...?” Realisation flared in the young man’s eyes, “Woah! Woah! I’ve never flirted with Pidge dude, that’d be weird! Didn’t I just say? My best friend!” Lance pulled away from Matt’s grasp, “I’m not about to risk that by flirting with her! I mean, c’mon, she’s Pidge! She’s smart and awesome and unstoppable and she deserves way better than this goofball... So no, you can relax... I don’t want to lose my best friend by being me... Honestly Matt, I’d sooner hurt myself than see her hurt... So there’s no way I’d want to hurt her...” His gaze feel away from Matt’s, “Can I... Can I get back to what I was doing...?”

Matt nodded silently as Lance, bewildered and seemingly hurt, wandered away. Guess it wasn’t going to be so simple after all. “That idiot...” Matt seethed, “He doesn’t even realise does he...?” Kicking the dust of the desert hard against armoured boot, Matt rolled his eyes, “He doesn’t even realise he loves her...”

#plance #voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron season 7 spoilers #vld lance #vld cosmo #vld matt holt

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