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Hi Sam! I hope you're doing okay and the ship drabbles are not overwhelming! 95 for Brooklyn 99? She/her and guy or girl ship. I am sensitive and might take things personally. Although reserved, I am social and am friendly and warm. I care about what people think so that does cause me to be cautious and shy. I'm not really receptive to change. I find it hard to say no and feel if I'm not careful people can take advantage of my kindness or take credit for my work. 🍄

I work hard once I've committed and take responsibility seriously. I might overload myself by being too keen to help. I am meticulous to the point of perfectionism. I like connecting with people intimately and need comfortable and consistent contact to feel close with someone. I'm tiny at 5'0 and have lavender ombre hair. I have a strong imagination and often find myself daydreaming. In my spare time I like to cook or play video games. Thank you, Sam! 🍄

Characters: Reader x Amy Santiago

Warnings: —

Prompt: 95. “Did I make you jealous?”

Word Count: 498

A/N: i miss writing for b99 ajsdhasd but anyway i hope u like it!!! x

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

“It’s official, everyone!” Jake loudly announces as the two of you walk into the bullpen, handing off your handcuffed perp to an officer as they lead them into the holding cell. You can’t help but laugh as you walk up to Jake, and he raises his hand for a triumphant high-five. Pointing at you with his other hand, Jake continues, “y/n and I are the best detectives here.”

Rosa scoffs as Amy raises an eyebrow from her desk. Getting up, she folds her arms across her chest as she walks over to the two of you, protesting, “Woah, woah, woah. Since when do you two deserve that title?”

“Since we just solved our latest case in a record breaking three hours.” Jake grins as he gestures towards the holding cell, where your perp flips the both of you off. You roll your eyes at him, turning back to Amy, and you frown slightly at you can’t help but notice her expression. She almost looks upset, not even a hint of a teasing smile on her face. It’s unlike her to be upset about a solved case, even if it isn’t hers — she’s always quick to compliment or congratulate you, no matter how small the case.

“May I remind you, Peralta,” Holt’s low voice startles everyone from his office. He stands in the doorway, eyebrows raised as he continues, “That the case isn’t done until you finish your paperwork.” 

“Come on, Captain, let me have my moment.” Jake whines. “It was such a good solve! Even you have to admit that!”

“Paperwork, now.” Holt doesn’t budge, and Jake lets out a groan as he trudges towards his desk. As Jake sits down, a small smile cracks through Holt’s expression, and he adds, “But good work, Detectives.” 

Jake grins before turning his attention to his computer. You look up to see Amy walk out the bullpen, and you pause before following her into the evidence room. You notice her busying herself with some of the boxes on the shelves, and you close the door behind her as you ask, “Hey, are you mad at me?”

“What?” Amy turns around, defensively looking at you. “I’m not mad. Why would I be mad?”

“You just... seemed upset about Jake and I solving the case.” you slowly explain, noticing Amy’s jaw clench ever so slightly at Jake’s name. You pause, eyebrows furrowing, before you exclaim, “Wait, did I make you jealous?”

“No!” Amy splutters, but from her flustered expression, you know you’ve done exactly that. “I’m not- I’m not jealous—”

“Look, I’ve got to go help Jake with the paperwork before he screws it up completely,” you interrupt, reaching out to place a hand on Amy’s arm. “But this conversation isn’t over. I will say this, though — you’ve got nothing to be jealous of, Ames.”

You playfully wink at her before darting out the evidence room, and Amy swears her heart has never beaten so fast in her entire life. 

[ontheline-ff]

1 | wyd?

Whoever invented buzzers was a fucking asshole.

For the last two minutes, a non-stop staticy buzz rang through the loft that housed Venus Carter. It reverberated off of the brick walls into one long buzzing sound that wasn’t helping anything right now. It sounds too much like an alarm in the dark, blackout curtain assisted bedroom, and it makes her head spin a little as the little lines of sunshine that fight to fill more than just slices on the floor put everything into perspective for just a second.

It’s morning now. Last night, from the jibberish staring back at her as notifications on her phone as she pulled it from underneath her pillow, she was definitely more drunk than she usually allowed herself to be. The inquiries from her followers lets her know that she was definitely on one last night. She’d love to open her phone and try to figure out what was going on, but she can’t.

Not yet, anyway.

The buzzing is the only reason she’s up, really.

“Ughhhh…. Fuck, okay, I’m coming.” Venus whined pitifully as she pulled her body up from her bed, and jabbed her fingertips into her eye sockets.

She pressed her fingers there for only a second, but it’s enough to see dots of color when she pulled back. Small feet with black and blue glittery toes stuffed into Nike slides and her hands reflexively snatched down a purple and black ombre robe as she walked the long walk to the front door, all while cursing the fact that this loft had floor to ceiling windows that wouldn’t dare allow her to miss out on the sunlight.

Usually, she wouldn’t complain, but right now, it just needed to be dark. The darker, the better, actually. She felt like shit. She felt horrible, and promised herself that she would never fucking drink liquor again.

It was eleven AM in Brooklyn, and Venus had a hangover. Like, a bad ass hangover, one that not even a Postmates delivery of Gatorade and Chinese that she was still drunk when she yelled for Alexa to arrange could help with. She still shuffled across the floor and sighed softly as she finally opened the door, and winced at the sight of the sunlight that was determined to break in through the front door.

The guy standing in front of the door pulled his finger away from the buzzer and stared at her.

“Here’s your hangover cure.” She was still wincing as the bag was thrust into her hands without much else being said.

She silently thanks him for his patience. There was a look of understanding that passed, and a nod from the driver as he walked back to the sidewalk. He looked like he knew her, or understood her struggle. Most likely both, from the way it lingered. She just shrugged it off and served him her back.

Venus cursed softly as she closed the door behind her, shutting out the bright sunlight, and going back into the inescapable brightness of her living room. She slumped down on her couch and groaned before opening her bag, and pulling out a carton of chicken fried rice and a bag of egg rolls.

The grease probably wasn’t going to help her general overall feel, really. She would try to convince herself that it would, though. After a few minutes in cherished silence, she was killing her carton of rice with the occasional chew of the still hot egg roll without a care in the world. Everything was going good until she realized she hadn’t touched her phone since she got up.

She still had to put two and two together, still needed to recount how the fuck she ended up so drunk to where she was suffering from a massive hangover. Her phone buzzed across the living room table as she stared at it, and caught it before it fell.

215-667-8890: Wyd?

Her nostrils flared in annoyance as she glimpsed at the message on the lock screen, which came from an unsaved number with a 215 area code. Who did she know from Philly?

Her tongue rolled around her lips as she pulled herself up to sit up straight, and pressed her lips together as she unlocked the phone. It wasn't unlikely for someone to text her out of the blue; she’d had the same number since she was thirteen years old. But, she couldn’t recall giving anyone from Philly her number, or giving her number out at all, really.

She tried to think - was it work related? An internet friend, maybe? Someone from Plenty Of Fish, even though she’d deleted that app months ago? Did Juju give her number out again to some nigga she didn’t want to talk to? Curiosity was getting the best of her as no person in particular seemed to jump out at her. She decided to text back anyway.

Just woke up. Fighting a Hangover. Who is this?

The phone hiccuped as the message was sent, and the bubble was blue, which made her eyebrows raise. If she didn’t get an answer within the next couple of texts, she was definitely going to accidentally facetime the number to see who answered.

Venus wet her lips as she leaned over to the side of the couch and grabbed the forgotten, room temperature bottle of Glacier Cherry Gatorade and drank from it as if she had been lost in the desert. She nearly choked when the phone pinged back with a response.

215-667-8890: Nobody told you to do a waterfall of Don Julio like you're a big dog, V.

Oh, so this person knew her name? That made her head tilt a little as she switched away from the Messages app, and went straight to Snapchat. She immediately opened up the snapchat thread between her and her cousin, her best friend, and sent several eye emojis before she started to snap.

Vdotcarter: Juanita, who in the fuck did you give my number to?

“Fuck did I do last night?” She questioned the empty room as she looked around and tried to get any reminder of how last night went.

It was just as clean as she recalled working hard to pull off, with no trash around the room, no mess littering the table, or even her clothes or shoes lingering in the doorway, where she’d usually strip as soon as she got in the house. Juanita’s message of “GO HARD, OR TAKE YOUR ASS HOME!” from like three weekends ago was still up there on her dry erase board, and there hadn’t been any new pictures pinned up to the corkboard square of memories that stuck out to her either, so what the fuck did she do last night?

Her honey brown eyes scanned the room again as she wedged her tongue in her cheek, almost annoyed by her lack of memories. It had been that way after drinking since that night in Vegas, but, it never took this long to flood back into her head. If Juanita knew what had gone down, she definitely wasn’t fuckin’ helping, not telling her what was up.

She scanned the room again, past title momementos, old UFC promotions, newspaper clippings, and still, there was nothing that jumped out to her. She might have gotten drunk, but as she looked down at her fingers and hands, she knew she didn’t beat anyone’s ass, so, maybe that was a good thing.

Everything seemed the same, really. It didn’t smell any different, and there was nothing that really stuck out to her, until she took a look over at the ottoman she had arranged on the other side of the living room set up. There was a white, long sleeved thermal, with a little rip in the neck area. She tilted her head at it, and stood up, walking over to it. She picked it up and inhaled it, but knew it didn’t belong to her, yet smelled too familiar for her to admit as to who it did.

“Motherfucker…” She looked around, now looking for things that didn’t belong to her.

Masculine things. Little things. Like the sparring gloves hanging next to hers, bigger, red. Not her color. An extra water bottle, with an obnoxious, star spangled meshing around it. There was also a diamond link chain that hung almost ominously over one of the taller cat statues that rested over her TV that she knew didn’t belong to her.

“Fuck.” She sucked her teeth, not wanting it to be him, but knowing it was.

Now, it was just a matter of confirmation.

Her phone was still idle in her hand, and she tapped at the screen and glanced back down at her snapchat feed, and flicked through the stories. Instead of trying to tap on anything that stuck out to her, Venus opted back to her own story, and watched through slightly drawn eyes as she relived her entire night.

In the span of a few minutes, she saw herself going through the motions of locking up at the gym, or at least, the departure from her building to her car in the parking lot. There wasn’t much there, but she remembered the sparring session. She remembered kicking ass, and talking shit the entire time. She didn’t need that to be recorded to know that.

Then, she was driving, debating if she wanted to go out, ‘cause she hadn’t in a while, and then, she was home, pregaming with shots of tequila and doing lip-sync karaoke to songs from the early ‘00s. She was cursing out Juanita for not wanting to come out with her, and the rest of the snaps went like a quick, but familiar blur.

The phone buzzes again, and she doesn’t hesitate to switch screens to get back to her inbox.

215-667-8890: why didn’t you save my number?

Her response is immediate.

Because I don’t know who this is??

If she was being honest with herself, it was literally only two people. Maybe it was Tony, who came with Adonis when he made the move from Philly to Brooklyn. But, Adonis had been claimed, fucked her cousin on the regular before they broke up, and spent the majority of the time acting like he didn’t miss his shot, shooting for the wrong cousin. Tony was just there for the ride, interested in the girl who could fight, even determined enough to ensure that she still could after almost losing everything a year back.

Thinking emojis follow, and seconds later, a video pops up in response. She doesn’t hesitate to play it. Her eyebrows raised as she watched herself do exactly what she had been accused of earlier.

A large triangular bottle of Don Julio that she knew went for about $150 was being poured into her mouth with reckless abandon, and her eyes narrowed as she watched herself drink until she needed to pull away. After she threw her head back from the tequila stream, the phone shook with hoots and hollering, and the camera rotated to a smiling face, complete with bottom and top golds that made her curse softly.

She knew Adonis when she saw him, and she knew that this? Was no good.

“Oh Venus, you dumb bitch.” She cursed softly as she covered her mouth with her hands, tenting her hands as she groaned into them, but she couldn’t stifle the sound.

She went back to her snapstory with determination to figure something out. There was an appearance by Tony, who she sang loudly to, and took some shots with, and then later, Donnie was there, pipin’ it up for a second before slinging his arm around her, and pulling her into him. When the bottle of Don Julio was brought over by the bottle girl, V knew it went downhill after that shit.

Venus remembered some of this; she remembered getting dressed and leaving in an uber, heading to a club. She remembered saying, “fuck it,” and getting ready to go have some fun. After Donnie made that ignorant ass purchase though, shit got blurry after that. There was a lot of shots taken, captions that were incoherent, and a bunch of black screen requests, until they just stopped. She shook her head.

The phone hiccuped again. More video came from the unsaved number, this time, explicit at that. There was her hair wrapped around a fist, and her mouth was way too filled to do anything else than take what was being fed to her. She felt a familiar tug on her scalp and hissed. Shit.

Shit.

Donnie loved doing that shit, trying to get a rise out of her. He always had, since they first met, and he asked if it was real, ‘cause it was long, and stupid for her to have long hair, when all bitches knew how to do in a fight was go right for it. They flirted like that. For years.

But, all of that skirting around? It was a waste of time. She knew eventually they would stop bullshitting, but she wanted to fucking remember all of it. She sat her phone down and threw her head back against the couch cushions as she cursed again, in partial disbelief as to what she saw.

215-667-8890: We’re not going to fuck around with details just yet. It’ll come back to you.

215-667-8890: It might not jump right out to you, but, it will. Save my number, Venus.

She had no idea how she was going to explain how she slept with her cousin’s ex-boyfriend, but she knew she needed to figure something out. She flattened her body against the couch and cursed softly as the need for chinese and gatorade turned into a long desire to curl up, and sleep it off.

She saved the number with her tongue wedged in her cheek, and her eyes darting back across the room, trying to figure out all of the hows and whys, and if there was more video that didn’t make Snapchat...

Adonis: Since you’re acting like you don’t remember things, I promised you breakfast in the morning, and it’s not too late for french toast. Meet me at LB’s in twenty. Let’s talk about this.

[teachingoutsidethebinary]

Lonely

Summary: Loki spends his time hiding in New York City, the one place he knows the Avengers will never think to look for him. One day, he meets a teenager who causes him to question his very motives for trying to take over the world.

Characters: Loki, OFC teenage boy (unnamed for now)

Warnings: angst, cursing

A/N: So I might do a part 2 to this story if there’s interest. Let me know what you think, and as always, thanks for reading!

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Loki considered himself to be many things: smart, handsome, powerful...all qualities of a suitable ruler. The Battle of New York was merely a setback to his ultimate plan of control and glory. After escaping from Asgard, he hid in the one place the Avengers would never think to look.

New York City.

The city he once tried to destroy now became his temporary home as he bided time to build up power and resources for his next big plan. He laid low during the day and went to work at night scheming away. He would always end the night just before sunrise at the Brooklyn Bridge. He liked to watch the water change from a glassy black to an ombre of yellow, pink, and orange. It calmed him, and it almost reminded him of the Bifrost Bridge from home. Not that he was sentimental about home or family. He had no time for such trivial concerns.

He always thought he spent these early mornings on the bridge alone…

...But he was wrong.

Today was a particularly chilly morning, and Loki pulled his sweater up higher on his neck. The changing of the season was near, and he could feel it with every drop of dew in the air and every speck of green peeking out of the decaying trees.

He stared out at the East River and prepared for another sunrise. A shuffling noise drew his attention away from the glassy water. He looked behind but saw no one. Shrugging it off as a small animal, he turned back to his view.

Only this time he wasn’t alone.

A teenage boy stood directly to his left side. He wore a black beanie pulled low over his ears and a heavy metal t-shirt. His jeans were ripped at both knees, and his sneakers looked as if they had seen better days. Loki balked and tripped away from the boy, quickly changing his appearance into an innocuous city goer.

“Dude,” the boy said, barely glancing over, “did you really just try and shape shift? I already saw you.”

Loki’s eyes widened as the effect of his glamor dropped off. In his true form, he cautiously walked back over to the boy.

“You clearly know who I am,” Loki said. “But I do not know of you.”

“M’ not important,” the boy replied with a shrug.

Loki quirked an eyebrow. “No,” he scoffed.”Not at all.”  The boy’s lips turned up in a small smile as he continued to invade Loki’s space. “Do you not fear me?” Loki asked, holding out his arms in a grandiose gesture.

The boy merely shrugged again. “You already tried to destroy the city once. If you wanted to kill me, I’m pretty sure you would have done it by now.”

The boy was right. Despite his weakened form, Loki could have easily taken him out with a snap of his fingers. But instead he was...intrigued. He was used to mortals fearing him, or at least being intimidated by him. However, here was a boy who stood not even three feet away, and yet, he was not afraid.

“Do you plan on destroying the city any time soon?” the boy asked.

Loki let out a sharp laugh. “I would not reveal my plans to a child,” he sneered.

The boy scoffed. “Sixteen is hardly a “child”,” he replied using air quotes. “And if you do plan on causing mayhem, can you do it in about three weeks? I really don’t wanna take my chemistry final.”

“My timetable is none of your concern,” Loki retorted.

They stood in silence for a few minutes and watched as the moon sunk further and further under the horizon. Life seemed to appear before their very eyes as the sun began to peek through the darkness.

“Why do you do it?” the boy asked, finally breaking the silence. “Why do you hurt people?”

Loki barely needed time to think of a response. “Power. And glory. The fear that emanates off mortals when they feel they’ve lost all hope is…” He took a deep breath and smiled, showing all his teeth. “...addicting.”

“I don’t believe you,” the boy grumbled.

Oh really?

In a flash, Loki had the boy by the collar of his shirt. He shoved him up onto the railing of the bridge so he was practically hanging off the edge. The boy’s eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed as he tried to breathe over Loki’s wrist crushing his windpipe. His left arm swung wildly in the air, trying to get some traction, while his right clung desperately to Loki’s hand. His eyes darted from the bottom of the bridge to Loki’s maniacal gaze.

“I have complete control over you right now,” Loki bragged, shoving the boy a little further out over the bridge. The boy whimpered in response. “With one simple push I can end your life. I can watch you fall, completely helpless, the light in your eyes going out before you even touch the water.” Loki leaned in closer until he was whispering in the boy’s ear. “I can smell your fear, your despair. It calls to me like nothing else on this godforsaken planet. You. Are. Mine.”

With a harsh shove, Loki pulled the boy off the railing and pushed him to the ground. The boy gasped for air as he shivered. It took him almost two minutes before he was able to stand on wavering legs. Loki, meanwhile, had gone back to simply staring at the sunrise.

Instead of running, however, the boy spoke. “B-b-bull-bullshit,” he stuttered.

Loki pursed his lips and turned around. “I beg your pardon?” he asked threateningly.

The boy still shook, but he stood up a little bit straighter. “I c-ca-call bullshit,” he repeated. “Those things you just t-talked about, that’s not about power. That’s about b-be-being noticed.”

“Are they not one in the same?” Loki asked.

The boy shook his head, gaining more confidence. “You had the entire world watching you, fearing you even. They saw you. For once, someone saw you.” Loki’s face lost its pale pallor, but the boy didn’t stop. “You just want someone to see you. I think you’re lonely.” He paused and shook his head. “And that’s just sad.”

Loki gritted his teeth and stalked closer to the boy. He flinched as Loki stood nose-to-nose with him. “Unless you want to find your heart ripped out of your feeble chest and in my crushing grip, I suggest you leave.” All light left Loki’s eyes, and his voice was laced with venom. The boy swallowed and knew it was time to call it quits.

“Fine,” he replied as he backed away. “But you’re not going to solve any of your problems with destruction and fear. And when you realize that, come find me.” He paused and stared Loki down. “Because I see you.”

Without another word, the boy turned and began to jog down the bridge. His gait did not suggest he was afraid, just finished with the morning’s adventures.

Loki scrunched his nose and slammed his palms against the hard, metal railing. His breathing turned ragged as he fought for control over his own emotions. The boy was stupid and had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

“Lonely?” Loki asked the empty air. “I am not…” His voice trailed off as drops of water created dark patches on the railing. He looked up at the sky expecting to see rain, but there was none. He lightly touched his fingertips to his cheeks, and when he pulled them away, he discovered they were wet. His heart sunk as the morning sun finally broke through, casting a brilliant glow across the entire city.

He was lonely.

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[procrastinatingwithsurveys]

Besides your bedroom, what’s your favourite room in your house? i guess the living room If you could have any animal as a pet, what would you choose? a lion that won’t eat people Call or text? it depends What was the last picture message you sent? probably a meme lol Describe your favorite pair of jeans: they’re light blue mom jeans

What was the first concert you went to? i think avril lavigne Were you happier 5 years ago or now? now for sure What school subject do you find most difficult? economics If you could only wear one makeup item, what would it be? something for my eyebrows Would you rather babysit or mow lawns? maybe the lawns Favorite breakfast food? basically all breakfast food On days you sleep in, what time do you usually wake up? 9am What color looks best on you? lots *flips hair* Which are you better at: dancing or singing? dancing Cake or cupcakes? cake How often do you work out? never atm but hopefully that changes If you could change your name, would you? nope What’s your favourite thing to do in the snow? never seen real snow so What color are the walls in the room you’re in right now? white Describe your family in 3 words: ridiculous, interesting, stubborn Would you rather see a movie at home or in theaters? i like both but it definitely depends What’s the last thing you lost? i thought i lost my public transport card during the weekend Are you wearing socks right now? yup What’s your favorite number? 12 What does your backyard look like? grass, plants, etc. Did you eat Lunchables when you were a kid? what that How long until your birthday? just over a month Go out or stay home? home What restaurant has the best fries? burgerfuel Would you rather go to to the dentist or doctor? either If you could redecorate your room, what would it look like? a bougee as penthouse lol Where would you most like to live? i’m good here for now Play sports or watch sports? play Favorite cartoon? idk Cloud watching, bird watching, or people watching? people or clouds Most fun school project you’ve ever done? can’t remember TV show you never miss an episode of: brooklyn 99 and modern family atm Last book you read? can’t remember the last book i finished oops Favorite vacation you’ve taken? rotorua

Road trip or travel by plane? hmm i get motion sick in both of those vehicles unfortunately What’s the last goal you accomplished? probably some lame work goal Flip flops or sneakers? are we talking nike slides What hair color do you like best? oh idk i liked my fun-coloured ombre hair but i just can’t be bothered with the effort/time now Which of your friends do you admire/respect most? it really does vary It’s 4am & you’re in trouble. Who do you call? i guess my token dad/friend haha but i’d feel so bad