#the unofficial office handy man

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Weird hc maybe but I like thinking that Bokuto brings you lunch at work sometimes and ends up sticking around helping someone fix their desk chair or transport some boxes to the storage room hehe ❤️ everyone loves when he brings you meals as a result

Oh my god, no this is amazing!! He so WOULD do these things! Like the first time it happened he just is walking by a coworker of mine's desk and noticed that they're struggling with their chair and just goes "Can I help ya with that?" and the rest is history.

I can hear them all now, wondering when my way-too-handsome boyfriend is gonna stop by again cause they got stuff that needs fixing and they want some eye candy too!

Nor for YOUR headcannon! Akiteru, he's just a bright and cheery man and I feel he always wants to do the best he can for his community. So, he'll do a ton of things like volunteering for food drives, packing lunches for less unfortunate kids and families, and going to the library once a week so he can tell stories for the kids there. He tries to do a lot of these on alternating weeks, that way he's not overworked, but sometimes - like around the holiday - nothing can be helped and he comes home to our exhausted but proud of himself as he buries his face in your chest hehehehe 💛

thanks for playing my darling andy

[kamipyre]

"Ah~ no, okay, so," Hyun walks on a special spectrum: the one of patience. With most people, she's always nonchalantly impatient: she can't be bothered. With the right people, she expresses the belief she actually holds: everything takes time. Everyone goes at their own pace.

Especially when faced with a teacher as bad as Hyun.

"Acting has a lot to do with voice, too," Hyun says, in lieu of not being an actor yet, proper expert right there. She taps the air in front of Suki's throat, and then her own where her Adam's apple would be if she had a different body. "And it's a lot about losing inhibitions. That's why this exercise is useful: if you get louder and louder and add different feelings into it, it's an exercise for your vocal chords but also against inhibitions. Okay?"

((Suki said 'I wanted to be an actor when I was younger' ONCE and Hyun is suddenly on a MISSION as always pls lmk/feel free to ignore if it doesn't work ;3))

the birth of the worst actor ever :'3 ( unprompted w/ @mythvoiced )

OH, SO THIS IS GOING TO BE A THING NOW? Not that Suki minds (it’s not like she’s doing much in the office these days anyways!), but for someone who she’s only met, say a few months ago, Hyun-Unnie is surprisingly very…intent on getting Suki into the acting industry. Not that the effort is unappreciated, but well, Suki doesn’t quite know what she wants to do for the rest of her life yet. Sure, there’s making sure her co-worker-turned-boss doesn’t die and the forensics work he provides her with, but after that, what’s next? Going back to the LAPD is out of the question too. And the part about acting, well, originally that was supposed to be just an aside note.

Doesn’t mean Suki can’t learn something now though. 

(It might come in handy later too…the boss doesn’t have to be the only one trespassing in the name of finding the truth. It would probably be even better though if she doesn’t get caught in the first place.)

“So like…” She looks up at the contemplation, trying to theorizing the bodily practice Hyun has explained once more. “Forgetting who you are to get into character?” Of course it would make sense to someone like Hyun– their career ( and budding new one for that matter ) very much relies on the use and sensation of the body. While forensics does require dexterity of one’s hands, it’s not the same as using the entire body. She presses her fingers where her unofficial acting coach brushed against her throat. 

“Ah.” Her throat vibrates beneath her fingers. “Ah.” Louder now. “Ah!” Even louder and now with a lower pitch. “Ahhhhh-eek!”

The flock of pigeons by them suddenly take to the air, flying past both her and Hyun. Arms loweringly when there are only feathers left of the birds’ presence, Suki gives a sheepish look.

“Guess I shouldn’t ever try becoming a singer. It’s a good thing the Pigeon Man isn’t here yet; he wouldn’t be happy if we scared them off before their meal. They should be back in like ten minutes or so.” She holds her arm out to Hyun. “Wanna get boba before the pigeons get back? I can practice some more on the way over!”

[thestorycfus]

The Sweetest Apparition - Part 1

Pairing: Peggy Carter x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and historian who specializes in the life and legacy of Captain Carter. After Nick Fury uses the Tesseract to bring Peggy back, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. contacts the reader to help her navigate life in the XXI century.

Warnings and notes: This series takes place after the last scene of What If… episode one, including spoilers to that episode. This chapter is more of an introduction before Peggy shows up. 

Word count: 847

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They say you should never meet your heroes, but you would love to have the chance. It’s a shame that your hero was lost in some bizarre alien dimension since World War II. As a historian, your entire academic career was dedicated to studying the life of Captain Carter and of the people around her. Accessing all official and some unofficial sources, you knew almost everything there was to know about the Captain. Your interest in her life’s work and legacy had led you to work at S.H.I.E.L.D., the agency that Steve Rogers and Howard Stark founded in her homage, and you even got to interview Tony Stark a few of times.

Your job at S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn’t exactly action-packed, but it suited your tastes and abilities well. Your days were dedicated to historical research, sometimes working along with the scientists to find clues about how the super soldier program really came to be, or in the mission to better understand technologies of unknown origin. During that particular month, you had been tasked with revisiting the existing registers about the Tesseract. You didn’t have access to the artifact itself, of course, but that was not where your knowledge came in handy anyway. You just wished someone would tell you what this specific revising was for, so you could focus on the right information, but that was somehow classified, which probably meant someone in power wanted to play around with the shiny blue box for who knows what purposes, and they hoped you could find some relevant piece of information about how to use it.

All the pertinent files you had access to were already in your office. You spent the morning re-reading old journals and occasionally writing down your own observations. It was almost lunch time and you were ready for a break when you heard someone knocking on your door.

“It’s open. Please, come in.”

You expected it to be one of the other agents of the floor, probably calling you to go get lunch in the restaurant across the street. Instead, the door opened to reveal a less familiar face. You recognized the man as Agent Barton, though you had never met him before. He was one of the most known S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, often working with Director Fury himself. If Barton was at your office, something was probably wrong.

“Are you Agent L/N?” He sounded hesitant as he walked in, almost startled by something, and that was starting to freak you out.

“Yes, that’s me. How can I help you, Agent Barton? Is it about the Tesseract?”

“Something like that. Fury requested your assistance immediately.”

Oh, of course. The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was calling you. No big deal. Just another Tuesday. You closed the journal you were working on, grabbed your bad and stood up. Barton was already walking out, so you locked your door and followed him.

“You are our Captain Carter specialist, right?” He asked, shaking his head as if he was still trying to process something.

“I believe so. What aspect of her history does the Director need to..?” You were not sure of what to ask. If this was related to the Tesseract, it should be more connected to Rogers or Stark (either of them) than to Captain Carter, but it would be happy to help with whatever you could.

“It’s more about her adaptation than her history, I guess.” Barton got to the elevator, with you following closely. You realized you were headed to the top floor, presumably to Fury’s office.

“Oh, her adaptation to the serum? I have some great articles on that on my laptop. Should I go back to my office to get it? It will only take a minute.” You should have brought it along anyway, but you were too surprised by Barton’s visit to remember that at first.

“No, there’s no need. You see, Director Fury was experimenting with the Tesseract, and we got more than we expected. He needs you to help Captain Carter with her adaptation to the XXI century. She’s in his office now.”

Maybe it was a good thing that you left your laptop behind, because you would have dropped it along with your bag. The elevator stopped moving and you bent down to get your bag just as the doors opened. At least, the movement bought you a few more seconds before you had to reply. You weren’t so sure you would be able to speak coherently.

“You mean the actual, real Captain Margaret Elizabeth Carter? Alive?” Yes, you sounded like a fool, but it was better if you got that out of the way before you sounded like a fool in front of Fury or, even worse, in front of real life Captain Carter.

“I’m still trying to figure that out myself, but yeah. The actual, real, alive one. Right behind that door.” Without giving you any time to prepare, Barton walked to that door, opening it like it was no big deal. You took a deep breath and followed his lead, entering Director Fury’s office for the first time.

[iamvegorott]

Written by Shadowkitten:

Here’s my notes for my old Wild West au feel free to comb through it for ideas

outlaw au: Wild West au with dark the Sheriff of a small town and anti the outlaw head of an outlaw gang.

Town

Dark - sheriff

Wilford - deputy

Jackie- rookie who wants to be a law man

Jj - bartender at saloon

Google - runs the bank

Marvin- saloon performer/owner

Yan - works as a waitress in saloon

Bing and bim work at the general store

Edward - town doctor

Host- mayor/ runs an inn

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Anti- leader of the outlaws

[ anti is the leader of the outlaws, he grew up in outlaw life, orphaned at a young age anti grew up in a traveling band of bandits and swindlers, at 16 a heist went wrong and he got injured with his slashed throat. His old gang left him to die, he was found by chase and a young henrick who saved his life after he heals he stays with henrick and chase whom he finds out are on the run as well. In the years leading up to the story antis gang takes on other members, other runaways and swindlers even some kids. they tried living peaceful for the first few years but after being attacked multiple times by bounty hunters and rival bandits they earned a rather bloody reputation. Anti has killed before he prefers his knives over gunfights, he is skilled in knife throwing. Anti rides a grey and black mustang Named Altair, a wild bratty horse who bucks riders he doesn’t like, he likes anti the best a Robbie second best, he dislikes henrick and disapproves of dark at first.]

Phantom and mare - twin circus runaways who have a flare for the dramatic [ phantom and mare were con artist from the get go, they lived with a traveling circus for the first half of their lives, using the fact of being twins to their advantage phantom and mare would perform sideshow acts as well as main stage shows, the shows would consist of superstitious ‘twinsie’ acts (finishing each other’s thoughts, tricks, appearing to swap items etc) the twins also pickpocketed while they preformed, while one twin kept the crowd entertained, the other worked his way through the crowd snatching coin purses and jewelry. Unfortunately the greedy ringleader demanded most the profit from the performers so the twins were always strapped for cash. One night after earning(and stealing) a small fortune for themselves phantom and mare decided to disobey the ringmaster, almost instantly their money was taken and they were kicked out of the circus with nothing but the clothes on their backs. Angered about the treatment they’d been on the receiving end for the better half of their lives phantom and mare plotted revenge. The twins followed the circus to its next location and waited til nightfall, once they were sure the cost was clear, phantom and mare split up, phantom looted and stole almost all the money the ringmaster had as well as recovered their stolen property while mare poisoned the ringmaster in his sleep. The two then road off on two circus trained horses named ruby and cyclone. They became two notorious outlaws, robbing stagecoaches and bank cars, they had a code to never rob or kill the poor or innocent, but railroads tycoon were neither of those so they were often the twins target. One day they found themselves in a lot of hot water, wounded and running from a bounty hunter, they took a wrong turn and found themselves starring at a dead end below a tall cliff. As the hunter got closer they braced them selves for the end when a shot rang out. Opening their eyes they watched as the bounty hunter dropped dead in front of them. Looking above at the top of the cliff was anti, his pistol drawn and smoking. Soon the twins found themselves surrounded by antis posey, their wounds being tended to by henrick. After hearing their story anti offered them a spot in his band of runaway misfits and they excepted. ]

Phantom is a skilled illusionist and handy with throwing knives, he and anti often trade tricks and have contests between them. Phantom is a smooth talker and a well seasoned trickster he is an expert poker player even tho he cheats every once and a while. Phantoms strongest when mare is by his side

(Phantom rides a redish brown mare named ruby, a cocky horse with circus training, she is one of the fastest of the outlaw horses and the most nimble)

Mare is a gifted gunslinger and trick rider, he’s a fast agile acrobatic person with a gifted singing voice, mare often preformed music for the circus and now sings the best campfire songs. Mare is slightly stronger than phantom often doing more of the dirty work in their partnership but he is no less clever than his twin. He’s hard to catch and crafty in a fight.

He is even stronger with phantom by his side

( mare rides a blue roan mustang named cyclone, a brawny horse with circus training he is an athletic horse known for his jumping tricks and aloof attitude)

Henrick - is the unofficial doctor of the outlaws, [ loosing his parents at a young age henrick was sent to live with his alcoholic uncle, to escape the abuse henrick apprenticed at the local physician’s Office, there he found that he loved to heal people and decided to study medicine, his uncle however made it painfully clear he disapproved and often took his anger out on henrick, one day a man by the name of chase rides into town and gets a job cleaning the barbershop/doctors office, henrick befreinds chase over the corse of a month or so until one day he hears a a rumor that chase is actually a criminal, henrick goes to confront chase but finds him getting ready to leave town, he learns the truth about how chase was falsely accused by his awful ex wife and decides to leave his cruel uncle and continue studding medicine with chase. Henrick rides a white and grey pinto mare named nightingale

She is a fast motherly horse, she can be a great judge of character and very stubborn if she knows something is wrong ]

Mad- a inventor who travels with the outlaws

Chase- looks after the group and the two kids second in command [chase was a rancher who ranched horses and cattle, he had a wife and two kids. His ranch was located is a small western town called dry gulch, thanks to a drought and cattle Rustlers his ranch was going to be reclaimed by the greedy banker of the town and his wife was having an affair with the corrupt sherif, one day while he was tending the cattle his son was injured by one of the bulls and died from his wounds, chase was devastated. Stacy (his wife) blamed him for the sons death, she claimed he was a murder who sent the bull after their son (she wanted to get out of her marriage to him so she could marry the Sheriff) the corrupt Sheriff agreed with her and said for chase to leave by sundown or be arrested for murder. Chase packed his bags and hitched his horse up then road out of town for good, even though he did exactly as the sheriff said the corrupt sheriff put up wanted posters for his arrest. After leaving chase started to hop from town to town taking on what ever work he could find and leaving the moment any news would spread about him would surface. In one of the towns he worked at a barber shop/ local doctors where he met a young henrick who was apprenticing in the medical field and his abusive alcoholic uncle. Chase befriended henrick , helping him with patients and making sure he was safe from the uncles drunken episodes. One day just like the other towns rumors about chase started to spread so he got packed up, right before he left henrick confronted him about the rumors, learned the truth about chase and decided to leave with him to pursue his knowledge and one day become a real doctor.

Chase rides a chestnut appaloosa mustang named whiskey, whiskey is a gentle horse he lets just about anyone ride him but loves chase the most, chase raised whiskey from a colt back on his old ranch.]

Blank and Robbie, two kids they adopted into the group to get them away from a hard life

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Dark runs a small town in the western frontier, it’s just a place to pass through but everyone who stays finds it home. Darks reputation as a heartless bounty hunter and Wilford gunfight if skills keeps most the trouble out of town

[desiraypark]

Boiling Point (Pt. I)

So, on another platform, @yourpaterson​, @leather-and-embers​, and I started a little something. It got angsty. It got love triangle-y. Hate-sex was involved. A lil’ jealousy. I’ve decided to expand upon this potential love triangle with a backstory for “Desiray”. Characters: Desiray (as a character) x Kylo Ren x Paterson (not yet mentioned)

Disclaimer: This backstory is fiction. None of it is a reflection of my personal life, my childhood, or even my personality. // Content Warning: Abuse (memories of); engrained misogyny; broken home; broken mother/daughter relationship; broken (non-existent) father/daughter relationship; child abuse; burns; abortion mention (as punishment/in an abusive tone). Mentions of supernatural abilities. 

When did Desiray know she was “alone”? When she was 15 years old.

“Watch the pot on the stove for me, will you?” Mama requested. Desi nodded. Her sister sat across the table from her, doing her homework. Desi was doing the same. Mama left the pot of boiling noodles when she went to use the restroom. 

Bubbling, bubbling--not quite ready.

No one knew it, but Desiray was at a breaking point. Her first boyfriend--well, who she thought was her boyfriend--he’d denied her in front of his friends to raucous laughter.  “I’m not trying to be your boyfriend, I was just trying to fuck,” he’d said once the laughter subsided. 

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Even when she was an embryo, Desi had learned that no matter how often and how much people hurt you--especially men--you must remain dignified. Ladylike. Take verbal and physical assault in stride. Your patience would be rewarded, someday.

“I should have made you get an abortion,” Desi heard her father say when she was floating in her mother’s belly. Yes. 

"Who...who told you that?” Mom asked when Desi brought it up.

“You should have gotten an abortion like dad said.” That’s exactly what Desi told her mother in an argument.

“Who...who told you that?”

“I heard him say it.” _____________________

Dad was in the living room watching television with a drink in one hand and an appetizer of a sandwich in the other. Because he was the only one in the home deserving of an escape from his family. And of course, when his mental vacation was over, he decided to bring hell to his wife.

Bubbling, bubbling...one more minute.

Voices raised. Desi rubbed the weariness away from her forehead--hoping that her ability to hear might be temporarily erased with the rub. Dawn, her sister, shrunk in her chair. Mama came into the kitchen. Sigh. That usually resulted in Desi and Dawn being caught in the crossfire. 

Bubbling, bubbling...turn the burner off. Move the pot. 

Mama wouldn’t finish dinner tonight.

To this day, Desi still can’t quite remember what they were arguing about. But she remembered the important things. 

Her own angry scream. 

“Leave her alone!” a declaration of independence. 

Her father’s screams--his dampened and steaming back. The penne noodles on the floor. 

The most painful memory: her mother screaming “Desi! What is wrong with you?!” Her father never hit her, her mother, or her sister ever again. Instead, he found lovers to impose the violence of his fist or mere presence upon. Dad came home when he wanted. And Mom became Desi’s silent aggressor--resentful that her daughter had disrupted her normal. 

That year, Desiray learned that she was alone. But she refused to be helpless. 

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Years Later

The First Order base was interesting, to say the least. A Galaxy History major, Desiray responded to a holonet posting for a ‘Historical Transcriber’ with the base. The main part of her job was to transcribe the data and recordings of old (or aging) droids and other receptacles of archival information. The “second” part of her job came later--when she quickly grew tired of hauling droids to the repair department when one failed her. Soon, she learned how to repair them herself, and became an unofficial repairwoman of all droids.

It was her second day on the job when she sat down in the cafeteria. After two bites into her sandwich, she felt someone staring at her. Whatever kind of Spidey senses or intuition she was "gifted” at birth, she considered it more of a curse than a blessing. Sometimes it came in handy, being “wise” or “empathetic”, as she’d been described. But other times, she just wanted to eat a porg breast sandwich without ~feeling something~. 

Her eyes scanned the room--slowly and inconspicuously--until they landed on a tall figure dressed in black, talking to an officer. But he was looking at her. She knew he was.

She’d seen this guy on her first day and noticed that people moved hastily out of his way. If you asked her, she’d seen scarier. She placed her focus back onto her sandwich.

“Grown ass man walkin’ around in a Party City costume,” she thought to herself. 

Desiray glanced up again and the man was gone. 

Kylo Ren. 

She’d heard that “Kylo” was his title and not even his first name. A “mysterious” type. Whatever.

One day, she’d happen to have been walking past the control room when he was throwing one of his infamous tantrums. She just shook her head. 

“What a fucking brat.”

Suddenly, Desiray felt her arm being yanked and her body being pulled into the control room. Ren towered over her and pushed her against a wall. 

“Do you have something you’d like to say to me...” His head tilted down to look at her identification badge. Or her tit. Or both. “Parker?”

“If I did, I would have said it,” Desiray spat back. She pushed against his chest, but he didn’t budge an inch.

“Every time you walk past me, something bitchy runs across that brain of yours. Why?”

“I suppose your bitchiness just rubs off on everyone, Mr. Ren. Now, can I go to my office?”

Desiray couldn’t see his face. But she knew he was smirking. A deadly combination of anger and lust radiated from his flesh and past all of the shit he was wearing. 

“A little girl pretending to be tough. We’ll see how long that lasts...”

And with that, Ren walked out of the control room, leaving Desiray standing against the wall--catching her breath and calming the beat of her heart. A beat of fear mixed with anger. 

One month into her new job. Almost two months in a new city--about 25 miles away from her hometown... 

...and she’d already come across yet another man who needed another pot of hot water thrown against his back.

[lamptracker]

Updated Updated Masterlist

I should just link this in my bio or something and then update as needed. But that would be smart or something. Anyway.

Tom Holland

Sick Day- The reader is sick; Tom takes care of her. Fluff.

Officially Untitled, Unofficially titled I Almost Posted This On My Main Blog - Reader has a terrible day at work; Tom cheers her up. Fluff.

Tom Holland Hair Watch 2017 - When Tom makes a concerning tweet about his hair, the reader visits him on set to see what's up. FLUFF.

Waiting - The reader is waiting on her doctor's office to call with some test results. Fluff again.

Chilly Nights - Reader and Tom are hanging out on the couch; the reader is cold.

Tonight, I'll Need You to Stay (Part 1) - Tom helps the reader escape an abusive relationship. Domestic abuse, swearing, angst.

Tonight, I'll Need You to Stay (part 2) - Tom helps the reader move on from her abusive relationship. Smut

Love Will Come to You - The reader is Tom's new co-star; she keeps falling in love with the wrong guys and Tom can't stand to watch it.

If I Take My Heart's Advice - The reader is torn between her current boyfriend Aiden and her ex, Tom.

I give you peace when peace is fragile - Tom catches the reader self-harming herself. Warnings: self-harm, blood, angst.

Drunken Confession Night - Movie Night with Harrison and the three eldest Hollands always devolves into Drunken Confession Night. This time, though, Tom drops a bomb.

Things That Go Bump - Tom and the reader are in bed talking about ghosts; they hear strange noises and go investigate.

Tom After Dentist - Tom gets his wisdom tooth pulled and has some interesting things to say, especially to his girlfriend of a couple of months.

Third Time's a Charm - After Tom (allegedly) breaks his nose a third time, the reader makes another trailer visit.

You Should Be Here - The reader passes away; Tom tries to figure out how to go on. Angst.

Tom Dating an Older Woman - A headcanon about Tom dating an older woman.

Love in the Apocalypse - The reader is on meds for a cough that make her have crazy dreams...about Tom and the zombie apocalypse.

Can't Not Be With You - The reader tries to seduce Tom while drunk; he refuses to take advantage of her.

Holland Family Ski Trip - Tom teaches the reader how to ski while the family visits Sam in France.

Small bump - Tom wants kids. You don't. Now what?

Sod Off, Valentine's Day - You have a cold. And your period. On Valentine's Day.

Golden Dreams - AU in which you and your ice dancing partner Tom go to the Olympics. You'd never considered falling in love with him...or have you?

battered fighters - You and Tom have a nasty argument. He tries to make it up to you

‘close your eyes before the sleep’ - Tom’s girlfriend is working on her thesis for her masters’ degree; Tom wants nothing more than to give her a break.

This blurb I wrote that doesn’t have an official title - Tom wants to celebrate your anniversary by playing a song for you - but the only instrument he has handy? A kazoo.

Share a Coke - Soulmate!Au. When you turn 18, you get the chance to meet your soulmate. You’ll know when the day a Coke can with their name on it shows up in your fridge. Tom wonders if he’ll ever find his... until a can with your name on it appears.

Harrison Osterfield

Harrison Potter - Harrison comes home from Milan with a baseball cap and a secret.

"I could stay here all day" - Blurb based on a tweet from Harrison about wanting to stay in bed all day.

"Can it stop snowing plz" - Blurb about staying at Harrison's during a snowstorm

take a chance - Movie night with roommate Haz turns into something both of you have dreamed about. Smut.

Don't Move - Harrison wants the reader to be more assertive during sex. SMUT.

“y tho” - Harrison is sick with a terrible cold; fortunately, you’re a really good nurse.

‘loving can hurt sometimes’ - The reader and Harrison fight over comments made about her on his Instagram.

Golfing with Harrison - a blurb about Harrison teaching you how to golf, and Third Wheel Tom insisting on keeping score.

The First Time - the reader loses her virginity to Harrison. Smut.

Marry Me - Harrison is invited to his best friend’s wedding; she has no idea he’s in love with her. Based on the song “Marry Me” by Thomas Rhett; written for a writing challenge @upsidedownparker hosted.

Be Alright - Based on the song “Be Alright” by Dean Lewis. Tom and (eventually) the reader help Harrison put the pieces of his broken heart back together.

Your Guide to the Afterlife - The reader dies. Harrison is her guide to the next step in her eternal journey.

The Hand Fic - Harrison knows how to use his hands. SMUT

Roommate AU

Roomies - AU in which the reader goes on a bad date, watches Cheers, and realizes she may be falling for her roommate Tom.

'I need a favor' - Tom asks the reader, his roommate, for a (pretty big) favor.

The Cure for a Broken Heart - After getting dumped, your roommates Tom and Harrison help console you. But who knew that the cure for a broken heart was already under your own roof?

Headcanons/General AU

Road Trips with Tom - A headcanon about what a road trip with Tom would be like.

Tom Dating a Famous Writer - Headcanon about Tom dating a famous writer.

Tom Caring for Your Baby Daughter - Headcanon about Tom taking care of your baby daughter.

Headcanon about an ER trip - A headcanon inspired by my recent trip to the ER.

Headcanon about Nurse Tom - in which the patient, under sedation, tells him to "fight me"

Four Days - Four days in the life of a keyholder at a small-town store, who flirts with a cute fireman named Tom.

- 'I think i wanna marry you' - Five boys (Tom, Harrison, Harry, Sam, and Jacob) and the moment they knew they wanted to marry you.

'Baby, just say yes' - Five boys, five proposals. A companion piece to 'I think i wanna marry you'.

‘marry me, today and every day’ - Five boys, five weddings.

Royal!AU

Royal Minder - a headcanon about the reader being the royal minder for bratty Prince Tom.

The Princess of Starbucks (Royal!Reader/Barista!Tom) - Bored with palace life, the reader - princess of a small country - sneaks into town for a day of anonymity. While at the coffee shop, she meets the most beautiful boy she's ever seen working the counter.

Peter Parker

Personal Space - You're trying to study, but keep getting distracted by one Peter Parker.

Stop Staring at Me! - The reader has a crush on Peter. Ned knows something she doesn't.

Prom Night - The reader is up for prom queen. She's dating Flash Thompson but has a crush on Peter Parker; both boys are running for Prom King.

Dive - The reader asks Peter to pose as her boyfriend to make Flash, her ex, jealous.

First Kiss with Peter - a headcanon about your first kiss with Peter.

You need a blue sky holiday - You had a bad day. Peter vows to turn it around.

First Time Peter Says He Loves You - a headcanon about the first time Peter says those three little words.

Jacket - “Take my jacket, it’s cold.” Written for a writing challenge.

Someone Else’s Star - All the reader wants is to be in love. But is she wishing on someone else’s star? Inspired by Bryan White’s song “Someone Else’s Star.”

This blurb I wrote about a rainy day - It’s a blurb about a rainy day. 

Candygram - The reader hates Valentine’s Day. But will Peter give her a reason not to?

Annabelle’s Homework -  Peter is so in love with Annabelle Stephens, he thinks nothing of doing her homework for her. The reader is upset by this. Mostly because Annabelle isn’t in love with Peter… she is. Inspired by Alec Benjamin’s song “Annabelle’s Homework.”

Boyband!AU

The Boys in the Band - The four Holland brothers and Harrison are in a boy band. All of them (minus Paddy) are fighting for the reader's affections.

Too Much to Ask - Sam Holland meets the girl of his dreams, has his heart broken, and deals with the aftermath. Inspired by Niall Horan's "Too Much to Ask."

Miscellaneous

Trois - Tom, Haz, threesome. That’s all you really need to know.

Hazza - The infamous Harry/Harrison threesome fic. Smut.

Harry Holland

Harry's New Glasses - Harry is self-conscious about his new glasses; his girlfriend, the reader, thinks they're hot.

3:30something - It's 3:30 am and the reader can't sleep; Harry does his best to help.

Here For You - Harry is there after the reader’s grandfather dies.

Finals Week - Harry helps the reader de-stress while preparing for finals.

The Bench - you seek solace in the bench at your favorite pond when you and Harry have your worst fight yet.

Sam Holland (note: I do not write for Sam anymore)

Steady Rain - Sam comforts the reader during a thunderstorm.

Jacob Batalon

I Hate Christmas Parties - Jacob plans to tell Laura he's in love with her at Zendaya's Christmas party. When she arrives with another man, he's devastated - until he finds someone who's as miserable as he is.

Love is Christmas - Jacob and the reader, who met at Zendaya's Christmas party, have a cookie-baking and holiday movie date. (This one got approximately zero notes but I liked it so read it, ok?

A still-untitled prompt request - Jacob and the reader make love in front of the fireplace on Christmas Eve. NSFW.

Baseball!AU

No-Hitter - Pitcher Sam Holland goes for his first career no-hitter.

Heart and Hustle - Tom, standout high school third baseman, plays in the championship game.

After Practice - After a tough practice, minor league first baseman Harrison needs a release. Smut.

Ned Leeds

Actual Mom Friend Ned Leeds - A headcanon about everyone's favorite Guy in the Chair.

Salamander - Ned befriends the new girl in school. But she has a secret.

Single Dad!AU

The Recital - Single Dad and CEO Tom Holland tries desperately to make it to his five-year-old daughter Lily’s first dance recital on time.

Guilt Trips and Sundaes - Tom feels bad about yelling at Lily, so he takes her out for ice cream. They run into a friend of Lily’s from school... and her single mom.

Sweet Pea - Single dad Harry Holland gets upset at his daughter Eleanor.

Past Curfew - Architect Harrison Osterfield is worried when his teenage son Evan misses curfew.

Double Trouble - Music professor Sam Holland, under lots of stress, snaps at his twin daughters Rose and Iris.

Spiderling - Peter Parker gets upset at his daughter Julia. 

Stray Kids

Just a Tiny Fire - Pairing: Han Jisung/Reader

The reader has been stressed out at work, so their best friend Jisung tries to help...but causes a minor calamity instead.

Untitled Han Jisung Fic - Han Jisung/Female Reader

Jisung and the reader celebrate their one-year anniversary. Smut, fluff, the other 7 are total doofuses (and Changbin may or may not be channeling a frat boy, I haven’t decided yet).

This Seat Taken? - Seo Changbin/Female Reader

The reader finds herself falling in love with her best friend, Changbin.

Series

The Tea Shop Girl - Pairing: Harrison Osterfield/Reader

Harrison Osterfield falls for the girl that runs the tea shop down the street.

In Charge - Pairing: Accountant!Tom Holland/CEO!Female Reader

The reader, CEO of her own company, has an “arrangement” with Tom, one of her new accountants.

Spy vs. Spy - Pairing: Spy!Harrison Osterfield/Spy!Female Reader

Harrison Osterfield, one of Britain’s top spies, keeps getting thrown into missions with rival spy (y/n). Can they work together without killing each other? Or will something more develop?

Win-Win - Pairing: Female Reader/Tom Holland

Temporarily homeless, the reader needs a place to stay. Her friend Tom, who has a reputation for being a womanizer, has an extra room… and an idea.

Blood in the Water - Pairing: Female Reader/Mob!Harrison Osterfield

Harrison Osterfield is the most feared man in Kingston and leader of one of Britain’s most notorious mobs. How far will he go to protect the ones he loves?

As always, I accept requests! I mostly write Tom Holland, as you can tell. But I will write Harrison or any of the Hollands (not Paddy - I’ll include him in a fic but I won’t write one about him). I’ll write Peter Parker too. 

[justjessame]

Babysitting Butcher Chapter 44

Our first day back could be considered pretty boring by most standards.  I went through the files and mail that Anthony had handed me upon arrival, Billy dealt with emails and voicemails.  Nothing was too extreme, for the most part Congresswoman Neuman had kept the office running by keeping the chain of command the same, just without me or Billy in the loop.  Simple enough.  MM and Frenchie were unofficially official enough to contend with most issues, so they did.  

Paperwork and requisitions went through Joseph and his group, Anthony manned the entry point and the building didn’t go to shit without us. 

We went out to lunch and when we came back we were ready to get back in the true swing of things, with an after lunch mini dessert break, when we heard the type of ruckus that only occurred when a supe showed up unannounced.  One particular supe.  A massive asshole of a supe who wore a cape and chemically raped me to the point that I almost fucking died, type of supe.  

Billy looked like he wished he had the laser eyes that Ryan had been gifted with from birth at the cacophony coming from the direction of the front of the office.  And honestly, there was a part of me that kind of wished that I hadn’t been so damn insistent on them being light-handed with the Compound V in my own recovery.  Super strength or flaming breath would come in real handy when faced with a fucktwat who caused the need for my recovery.

“Ah, Dr. Taylor,” the blonde haired, crinkle eyed, grinning psychopathic superpowered fucker greeted me when I opened my office door to the noise of his adoring fans and found him standing just outside.  “I heard you were back at work and couldn’t help from wanting to come see that you were truly completely well again.”  He was holding a bouquet of- was that fucking cookies?!  “Here, I had Ashley check to be sure that you didn’t have any food allergies,” he held out the cookie bundle.  “She promised she did her due diligence, so I got you dessert.”  Fuck you, I wanted to say, but we had an avidly watching audience.  

Forcing my lips to cooperate and arch into a semblance of a smile, I took the cookie arrangement from him, careful to not touch his glove covered hands.  “Thank you, Homelander, how kind of you.”  Sick fuck, bringing a fucking gift to your victim.  Jesus, the amount of shit wrong with you could fill a fucking entire goddamn book.  “You probably have a strict schedule so-”

“No, I cleared my day,” he announced and I wanted to be able to maim him so badly that I felt certain that it was telegraphed on my face, my thoughts had to be so loud that beings in space could hear them.  “As the head of this very important office, your wellbeing is paramount, Dr. Taylor, Veronica, if I may?”  I stared at him, wondering how it was possible for one body to hold so many fucking behavioral and mental issues.  “If you’d step aside,” his voice had lowered, and I felt my hackles raise automatically at the intimacy of it.  “I won’t have to continue this farce where the entire fucking building can watch.”

“Please come in,” I stepped back, feeling Billy’s body head close to my back and the tension that had built throughout my interaction with Homelander start to untwist.  Once inside, the door snapped shut behind him and I allowed the false smile to drop.  “What the literal hell do you think you’re doing here?”  

“We all have parts to play,” Homelander offered, moving further into the office and looking around with interest.  I watched as his eyes landed on the spot where I’d nearly bled out and I nearly threw the fucking cookies at his head, but his shoulders drooped and I stopped myself.  “I didn’t know that the mix would have that effect.”  His tone was quiet again, less intimate, I wasn’t even sure I was supposed to hear him.

“Might not have known it, but it did.” Billy snapped, taking the cookies from me and sitting them on the desk so my hands were free.  “Nearly killed her, right here.”  He pulled me behind the desks, and sat in his chair, pulling me to sit next to him.  “If you came to apologize, we don’t accept.”

Homelander turned, and for a moment I thought he looked almost shocked that we were even in the room.  “Apologize?  For what?”  The ego was firmly back in place, spine ramrod straight, tone condescending.  “I told you not to be so quick to rush to decision making.  You chose to rid yourself of my parasite,” he was staring at me, to him Billy seemed invisible.  “It nearly killed you, that was your choice, not mine.”  

“My choice,” I stared up at him, listening to what he was saying through a filter of who he was, how he’d come to be who he was.  “I made my choice after you chose to chemically rape me.  After you chose to take away my choice in having your parasite injected into me and then, as if that wasn’t nearly enough, you had me chemically modified with a contagion that was in the reject pile at the lab that created you.”  I shook my head.  “Get out.”  

“Get out?”  He was smirking and I could feel the tension that I’d felt at the door building in Billy with every moment that he lingered.  “Now, Veronica, is that anyway to treat someone who brought you a welcome back gift?”  

“Get the fuck out,” I corrected, not raising my voice, not showing him a moment of fear or hesitation.  “Now.”

“Fine.”  He agreed, eyes finally sliding to Billy.  “I’ll go, but I do have to ask one last thing.”  I reached out and took Billy’s hand in mine, linking our fingers to keep him calm.  “How does it feel to know that even if you decide you want kids, you can’t have them with her?”  

I’m not entirely sure how I managed to keep Billy from attacking him.  Perhaps it was because the question wasn’t one that triggered him, not like one Homelander might have landed had he physically raped me like he had Becca.  Billy wasn’t interested in having kids, I knew that, he knew that, hell I think even Homelander knew it.  I also know, and I think that the caped Asshole was banking on it, that when you’re definitely NOT going to be able to have something that’s when you REALLY want it.  

He left, more loud announcements, more confirmations of how happy he was to see the ‘fearless’ head of the Office of Supe Affairs in her rightful place, more vomit worthy bullshit and then he was gone.  

Billy was a ball of tension that I feared would take me days to unwind, but then another knock came to the door and in walked Hughie and for a moment I saw what my report mentioned.  Hughie and Lennie, the way Billy connected the two of them, and even after how Billy had tortured the younger man with Annie’s former superhero boyfriend, they still had that sibling-like relationship.  

I was typing up the rest of the week’s schedule, thinking that getting back in the true swing of things would do a body good, so their banter didn’t fully register until Billy’s hand touched the back of my neck.  Looking up at his smiling, dimpled face I knew I missed something I was expected to catch.

“I was telling Hughie that I think we should have a party at the house,” I raised an eyebrow.  Billy wasn’t the most social of creatures.  “Our new house, Ronnie, since the boys helped get it safe and orderly, why not?”

“Mom and Dad should be included,” I reminded him, and his smile grew, now that my parents had managed to get their matching sticks removed from their asses they were much more fun to hang out with.  “When?”

When was two weekends out, so we could plan and get enough food and everyone could be sure to be able to come.  Hughie made Billy promise that he WOULDN’T invite Soldier Boy for shits and giggles and I swore that I’d make him keep it.  When the smiling boy left, I turned to the love of my life and asked the one question that popped to mind.

“What the hell got into you?”

He pulled my chair closer to his, and leaned forward so our foreheads could touch.  “I love you.  I love our house and our new life.”  I nodded, smiling as he rubbed his nose against mine.  “I wanna share it with them, our people.”  

“Our family?”  He smiled and I felt my heart catch.  “What about Terror?”  His grin grew and I added in his aunt.  Then pushing my luck a little further, I asked for something that I knew might be a bridge too far, but it was something I wanted.  “Can I meet Ryan?”

[barbecuedphoenix]

I would like to see a AU with the Eldarya guys in a police station (pleeeease, give me a police officer Valkyon!)

Hang on… the Guard of El is not a medieval police station? Whatabout those underground cells? And Miiko and Leiftan’s good-cop-bad-cop-add-Jamonroutine? o_o  

Oh, all right. Let’s assume theGuard of El has been given badges, handguns, and sirens they can stick on topof their car to tell traffic on the road to clear out. Are they going to be anymore efficient?

… …Why am I even asking…? -_-

Nevra, the Detective

The star of the El Police Department’sinvestigative division: the high-flying lead detective with the unerring nose whonever works in anything but dashing black. (Hey, being a plainclothes officer meanshe can actually dress the way he likes on the job. And despite what colleaguesmight say, he does need the sablecashmere scarf, the tight black trench coat, and the designer leather ankle-boots because… it gets cold in the city and he’s not going to miss a day ofwork because of the flu.)

Anyway. Nevra will be happyto confirm that 1.) he does have a veryacute sense of smell, and 2.) he has neverfailed a case since joining the department, even after the Oracle’s fall.Once he’s on the trail, you can bet that he’s going to unearth answers andproduce an arrest warrant for so-and-so. (Actually getting the reprobate into acell isn’t his job though.) In fact,there is no such thing as a cold casein his book; merely one that’s…. waiting patiently for more evidence. (If youtry riffling through his office, you’ll find years of ‘not-cold cases’. But don’tsay a word to anyone, or Nevra will be after your ass for ruining his image as ‘theBloodhound of El’. And for bypassing that custom lock on his office door.)     

For all his over-achievingtendencies, Nevra’s actually a popular guy in his department: charming,amiable, savvy, extremely loyal to the force, and the best man you can have foreither a night of swing dancing or a weekend football match. The only catch:think twice about inviting your girlfriend. And sometimes your boyfriend. There’sa running poll in the office on how many disgruntled exes have tried stabbinghim with a cafeteria steak knife this year. And a second poll on how many ‘damselsin distress’ that visited his office this half-year have walked away decidedly lessdamsel-like.

Also, be careful whenworking with Nevra on the field. His loyalty to the department can’t bequestioned, but there’s a reason why he works primarily with his loyal caninecompanion Shaitan (AKA the world’s most terrifying police dog). Ex-partners willwarn you that he never gives up a chase in the long run,even when outgunned and kneed where it hurts the most (and yes… they do have afew stories about that….)      

Ezarel, the Chemical Forensics Specialist  

Every department needs anegghead who can prove to the court of law that that rust-colored smear isn’tfrom a jar of strawberry preserve smashing into the wall. Or that the faintspecks of dust on a man’s coat lapels are what actually killed him, and not thebullet that was inserted into his chest a few seconds later as an afterthought.In the El Police Department, that (figurative) egghead is Ezarel. (Because hehas an honest-to-goodness ponytail that reaches to his waist. Don’t bother to tell him to get a haircut; he’ll just tell youthat he works in a lab-coat, not a suit.)  

No one really knows why thisfilthy-rich trust-fund-baby from uptown is working voluntarily in the dingy labof an inner-city police department. But if they have to guess, it’s eitherbecause he watched too many episodes of ‘NCIS’, ‘Sherlock’, and ‘The First 48’ whilegrowing up, or he’s really a mad scientist looking for a passably legal applicationfor his experiments. It’s honestly hard to tell which theory is true when talkingto him, since the man seems incapable of taking most people seriously unless they’reasking for a report. The number of smart comments that fly out of him at anyand all hours is on par with an award-winning novelist living deep in a forestcave. Or the typical biochem student. He reacts about the same way when untrainedvisitors try touching things in his lab. Including him.

Still, for all his curmudgeonlytendencies, Ezarel inspires respect from the police force for his completeindifference to rank, his thoroughness, and his generally nonlinear thinking (whichcomes in handy for reconstructing crime scenes from tiny scrapings of suspectsplatters). And he’s feared for his pranks. Department rookies are hispreferred prey (though again, office rank means little to him). Many of themhave never forgotten the night that Ezarel secretly smeared ghostly faces,handprints, and body-prints across the walls and windows of the lounge, in apeculiar type of paint that came alive only when the Halloween strobe lightswere switched on. Or that time he posed as a fresh corpse in the archives, withhis arm still caught in a file drawer and ‘bullet holes’ peppering his back,just in time for the records officer Kero to find him. (To this day, Kero stillrefuses to file any of Ezarel’s paperwork for him.) The day never gets boringif Ezarel’s in the building.        

Valkyon, the SWAT Captain

Police captain Valkyon—from thespecial response division—is one of the few full-time ballasts in the dysfunctionalpolice department. Part of it is because the man seems incapable of losing histemper. He may frown like thunder, but no one has ever witnessed him so much ascurse, even after all his years in one of the toughest divisions of the police force,that sees the highest yearly casualties from the number of riots, armedhold-ups, city terrorists, mobsters, and generally-lethal upstarts they engageon a regular basis as the frontlines of the city’s peacekeeping forces. Then again, tough talkmight be unnecessary in his case; would-be troublemakers on either side of thelaw only need to look at the span of his shoulders, or the number of pale scarscrossing his chiseled chest and back whenever he drops his shirt in thetraining room, to think hard about their projected lifespans.  

Except for his clean (andsomewhat wooden) language, Valkyon comes across as the quintessentialhardboiled officer. Colleagues know him as either a.) the by-the-book workaholicwho refuses to flinch in the face of fire (and doesn’t have much of a personallife), or b.) the dedicated bachelor who defends his privacy with deadpanremarks and genuinely doesn’t know what to do with himself during an officeparty. Besides downing a few bottles of beer in the corner. Personally, Valkyondoesn’t really see it as his fault if people mistake him as unsocial—since whendo people need to talk so much tomake themselves understood?  

Even after he downs five tosix beers, no one has ever succeeded in prying from Valkyon the story of hisdays before the police force. (And when his face shuts like a hangar door, it’sa good idea not to piss him off further.) But there’s a running theory in theoffice that not all of those famous scars and tattoos seen in the training roomcame from upholding the badge. That some might have been acquired from a lifeon the opposite side of the law. But who would think of slandering their big bronzebear of a captain that way? You don’t find many people who’ll charge a riflemanon the street with just a riot shield and his weight, coming at speed from halfa block down. Much less succeed.  

He does have a darling inthe office though. Sadly for some hopeful officers and interns, Valkyon’snon-professional eyes are trained solely on his pet mouse Floppy, who lives agenteel existence rotating between his office, his coat pocket, sometimes underhis cap, and her handmade little house inside his one-man apartment. At leastuntil the flighty thing escapes again. That’s when he starts papering thebulletin board with office-bounties for her safe return.   

Leiftan, the DistrictAttorney  

It’s one thing tochase hardened criminals through faked financial reports and pitch-dark docks,prove that three-day-old blood is in fact blood, or send a rifleman sprawlingonto the sidewalk with just a dented riot shield. But if you can’t bring themall to court and convince both judge and jury to believe what happened, thenthere will be no justice. That’s where Leiftan comes in: the so-called WhiteKnight of the El Police Department, always toting a mysterious briefcase and asoft smile that’s even more mysterious.

Although there’s along-running tradition of animosity between policeofficers/detectives/forensics specialists and anything that resembles a lawyer,the El Police Department makes an exception for Leiftan. He keeps reasonableexpectations on them and the court, does his best with what he can workon, never loses his temper when a case is thrown out or grinds to a stalemateand settlement (which happens despairingly often), and is so ceaselessly politethat it’s hard for even the dedicated grouches on the force to hate him. (Maybejust a little for how he never loses his gentleman’s polish like a normalflesh-and-blood person). But more importantly, it’s because Leiftan’sunofficial job is being their PR man whenever a case becomes high-profile enoughto hit the headlines. The public is more likely to buy an assurance that ‘dueprocedure is being followed’ and ‘several promising leads are being explored’if it comes from the gentleman-lawyer in the suit than one of them cops. Especially if they did actuallyslip up once or twice in the chase. And sometimes (i.e. often) Leiftan is the one thingstanding between them and their fire-breathing chief-of-police Miiko if ahigh-profile investigation goes awry, raising one hand politely from the sidewith a life-saving suggestion that they might be able to use acertain piece of evidence in court.  

Just because he’s thesoft-spoken type of lawyer doesn’t mean he can’t go toe-to-toe with the best ofthe officers. Over the years, Leiftan has survived many attempts by opponentsto ‘privately settle a suit’: on the street outside the court-house, at thedoor of his apartment, behind a bar, from the back of his car, or even (on onememorable occasion) on the witness stand in court. In all cases, pistol-packershave learnt the hard way that Leiftan has an aikido master’s reflexes and amean right-hand undercut. Not to mention that that reinforced briefcase—withwho knows what in it– seems as determined as he is in defying bullets.  

Jamon, the Bailiff  

Cell occupants at the policestation know Jamon as that taciturn, terrifying mass of muscle with hands thesize of dinner plates who just shoved them inside. Or if they were out-coldwhen that happened, they know him as the living pillar watching them from themain door of the detention center at the moment they woke, crunching casuallyon raw carrots that are each roughly the width of a girl’s wrist. In eithercase, the possibility of escape tends to leave them. Even if Jamon offers them carrotsthrough the bars as a healthy snack for behaving well.  

For a senior police officer,Jamon’s responsibilities are fairly light: he’s mostly tasked with watching theever-revolving population of temporary inmates in the holding cells at thestation. And to escort (and occasionally subdue) the more ornery detainees throughthe foyer, fresh from the patrol car or on their way to the court house. But intruth, it takes a very peculiar figure to turn this precarious, powder-kegposition into little more than a routine stroll through HQ, accompanied by anoccasional loud clearing of the throat when inmates get restive.  

No one’s inclined to test aseven-foot officer who prefers five-word remarks and has a grip like a parkingboot. No matter how good he is with the occasional child who visits the stationand insists on climbing onto his shoulders, or how friendly he is if you’requiet and stay at arm’s length when he opens your cell door.

Kero, the Records Officer  

The long-suffering head ofAdministration, whose primary task is to ensure that the bunker’s worth ofpaperwork in the station gets filed, stored, and used correctly. And from there…very, very slowly translated into electronic data. Make no mistake: it’s adaunting task even for a modest-sized police department, where at least half theforce despises picking up a pen (for all the other shenanigans they get into ona daily basis).

Or maybe they just love tokick at him… It’s not his fault that he dislikes pulling a gun on people, andinstead honors the tradition of muttering darkly under his breath in theirdirection. And wears glasses. It must be the glasses; who on earth says thatthey’ll make you look more respectable at work? The only one who gets moregrief at work than him is that rookie Chrome.

Needless to say, Kero spendsmost of his daily existence either instructing (for the umpteenth time) hisfellow officers in what needs to be filled out and in what order and where theyshould be deposited. (Not in his briefcase!) Or running a never-ending cycle ofproofread-return-receive-file-repeat for police records, statements, and other liabilityforms deep in the archives. Until a kind soul remembers to bring him outsidefor sunshine.       

Chrome, the Rookie  

A kid swept in from thestreets who, after the Oracle’s fall, ran odd jobs for the police in exchangefor quick cash and amnesty from the neighborhood gangs, even acting as an occasionalinformer for Nevra. Once he hit fifteen, Chrome finally applied for detectivetraining under the latter’s encouragement, figuring that he can apply hislifetime’s worth of street smarts, spying, making Molotov cocktails, and vanishing through alleyways togood use: cleaning up his hometown.  

Unfortunately, he firstneeds to survive both basic training and the company of his new colleagues atthe station. Not all of whom are impressed by his bluster and recklessdetermination in field exercises. Or his notoriety in returning to the stationhours late from a routine patrol. (For the last time: he swears he’s not visiting any girls on the side! Just because he’s ateenager doesn’t mean his hormones are always raging! The last thing hewants in life is to grow up to become his boss, thanks.)

Needless to say, this poorkid is a regular target of Ezarel’s jokes. Within a few days of his official adoptioninto the force, the forensics officer has coined a new nickname for him thatspread through the department like a virus: ‘Puppy’.

Karuto, the Donut Shop Owner

A police force cannotsurvive without a steady supply of cheap donuts and coffee that comes withinwalking distance. But unlike some franchises that offer free pastries inexchange for police protection, Karuto doesn’t actually need police protection: he was first brought into the station afterusing a kitchen blowtorch against a luckless punk who tried pointing a gun athim over the register one night. The punk lost, by the way, and it was theoutraged donut shop proprietor who was slapped with heavy charges instead. Can’ta man defend his own property anymore without the police state cracking down on him?

In exchange for reduced policesurveillance for his ‘dangerous temper’ (you’ll find out what ‘dangerous’ is ifyou dare clap an ankle-monitor on him),Karuto agreed to provide free pastries and coffee to the entire department.Which inevitably brings them sniffing around his shop every morning andafternoon, but at least they’re there as (nonpaying…) customers instead oflegally-mandated babysitters. For the vast majority of officers, he’s oldenough to be their father.    

Ashkore, the Urban Legend

The notorious master hackerand systems saboteur who was never caught after bringing down the Oracle: the cutting-edgesupercomputer that once occupied a building of its own just behind the policedepartment’s headquarters. Once upon a time, the Oracle had single-handedlytracked city-wide activities at all hours, from mass civilian movement andcommunication, to entertainment and news broadcasts, local traffic on land, sea,and air, changes in the local power grid, economic transfers, hospital activity,and population fluctuations. It was the (some say sentient) supercomputer that keptvigil over the entire city of El and predicted where and when crime happenedfrom a precise convergence of socio-economic triggers, with an astonishingsuccess rate that ushered in years of civilian peace. The police force backthen were merely the arm of the law, arresting the troublemakers that theOracle identified. They didn’t even need to patrol.    

To this day, no one knowsfor certain how Ashkore and his group destroyed the Oracle. (Perhaps they hadcolluders from inside HQ. Or perhaps Ashkore was an ex-officer himself, whichcould explain how he knew precisely when, how, and where to strike.) But their methodseemed to have involved a precise tripping of the city power grid in the deadof night to force the Oracle to fall back briefly on its reserve power sourcebelow its mainframe, shutting off noncritical external security systems forjust a few minutes. Then the hackers moved in, cutting through theround-the-clock team of technicians and engineers who maintained thesupercomputer in the adjoining office. And the next thing the dazed policedepartment of El knew, a fire had broken out from a catastrophic cascade ofshort-circuits that came from deep inside the august machine. By the time thesmoke cleared the following morning, the charred, office-sized hunk that wasthe Oracle was taken apart for inspection and eventually pronounced dead (muchless its cadre of engineers). All except for a single, hand-sized matrix ofcrystal memory chips that miraculously survived the night intact. This mega-chipis now stored in a maximum-security bunker underneath thenow-fearfully-independent police force, in hopes of being the first data blockof the new incarnation of the Oracle (still under construction).

The day after the sabotage,Ashkore’s group leaked an untraceable video on the internet to claimresponsibility for the attack, hailing a new era of freedom now that the commonpeople have wrested control of their lives back from the machine, and that the yokeof the police-controlled city-state has been overthrown. The mastermind himself—wearinga CG dragon’s head digitally-imposed over his face– signed off the video by mock-lecturingthe police force to get off their lazy asses and patrol the streets as wastraditional, using just their wits, brawn, the people they spoke to, and theevidence that they found directly. Oh, and good luck at their new job.          

Needless to say, the manhuntfor the dragon-headed hacker and his cohorts is still ongoing. But without theOracle to guide them, crime spiked in all sectors across El, as civiliansupport fell proportionally and police casualties mounted. The El Police Departmentwas hard-pressed to reapply their old training to keep the main avenues of thecity more-or-less safe to walk through, much less pursue Ashkore and his hostof internet ghosts. Who gallingly proved their corporeal existence by branchingout to other activities: from city council blackmail, to leaking highly-classifiedsecrets apparently copied from the Oracle’s databanks before they fried, tofree-for-all theft, to sabotaging whatever convenient police car strays too farbeyond HQ. Just to be considerate, they always email a photo or video of theirlatest stunt to the police department from an untraceable device less than anhour after the event, signing off with a grinning cartoon dragon icon.    

Actually, it’s hard to sayany longer if it’s really the original group of saboteurs who’s sticking athorn in their side, or a larger, looser offshoot of the original group, or amotivated team of copycats taking up the cause of city anarchists. Regardless, it’sup to the motley, much-reduced police department of El to save their city,restore their people’s trust in them, and rectify what Ashkore and his grouphave catalyzed, before he strikes with a still more ambitious blow from thecrowbar of civil anarchy.  

Whoops. I might have gone a little far with the plot-crafting for that last one. Social subversives are the engine of stories. 

Anyway, I hope this satisfies, @mentacomchocolate. :) Though I’m getting the impression that you’d really like a Valkyon-in-SWAT-uniform picture to go with this, but I can’t find any on the internet. :(

Maybe one of you readers can help out? ;) 

Oh, and uh… don’t forget to review. If you do, I might post part 2 of this set. ;) A police station isn’t just a chest-thumping club anymore. 

Edit: In fact, part 2 is right here. Time for some estrogen action at the police department. 

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[Only] Sixteen (Part 3)

Ulhar 26, 1102 General Davies Selibra sat at the officers table in the chow hall but he wasn’t really enjoying the venison soup slowly growing cold in front of him. He could hardly taste it as his mind continued running over the possibilities and the plans in his mind. Beside him Weaponmaster Daunas was hunched over his bowl, scooping up a new bite even as he swallowed the last one. He scooped up the bowl and drake the last of the broth before leaning back in his chair with a contented sigh. “Eh, Selibra.” Daunas waved a hand in front of the generals eyes, finally snapping him out of his thoughts. “What, oh.” he shook his head blinking down at his soup, “Sorry, just thinking.” beside him Daunas huffed while he scooped some of the soup into his spoon, taking a little time to look for a piece of venison with the bite. “Really? It looked more like you were trying to stare a hole though the east wall.” he chuckled at his own comment but then leaned forward to speak quietly to his old friend, “a copper for your thoughts Selibra. Why don’t you try sharing the burden for once?” Davies sighed through his nose, finishing the bite of soup before setting his spoon down completely, what was the point if he couldn’t taste it. “Dragons Daunas. Dragons.” he shook his head but beside him the weapon master shrugged. “Don’t believe in them myself.” he said patting his belly. Davis looked sideways at him and he continued, “Not REAL ones anyway. Even if they did exist it was centuries ago, its more likely they were invented as a fable to scare young children and to give heroes and gods something to fight.” The General sighed again, he was doing an awful lot of that lately… “either way, someone believes in them and they are doing experiments on young girls to try and bring them back.” almost on cue, the girl in question came into the mess hall. Her appearance was enough of a surprize that he almost didn’t notice Shon behind her. The boy was pointing to the table with the food for the evening apparently showing her what to do. Fourteen other squires went quiet. The more observant tapping the shoulders of the less so, and pointing out the two newcomers until all the boys were quiet and staring. The silence lasted a full heart beat before the whispering started. It reached the officers table as an incoherent hiss and the weaponmaster chuckled, crossing his arms and shaking his head “boys…” Davies also shook his head, but he wasn’t smiling, “There is a reason we train the girls in a different facility.” as the girl walked towards the squires tables with her soup he considered calling her up to eat at the officers table. But the more social of the boys were already scooting over to make room for her, while those with a shy disposition bent over their bowls in embarrassment. “It’s not like they never see girls their age…” but Daunas scoffed at him. “Twice a year for one night on a holiday is definitely not enough for young men of their age.” he clapped the general on the shoulder, who still wasn’t smiling, “Don’t you remember being young? Hormones raging! Girls giggling, ah…” he sighed looking at the ceiling but obviously seeing something else from his memories. Davies shook the hand off his shoulder, “It was a long time ago. And unlike you, I was here at that age, focused on my training and oath…” that wasn’t completely true… there was one farmer girl that would come to the summer and winter solstice celebrations… finally he relaxed his shoulders with yet another sigh, “either way she won't be staying much longer. I’ve already contacted the Temple and they have a representative from the Mages guild coming up to fetch her.” Daunas nodded, “but in the meantime the lads can get some of the flirting out of their system. And who knows,” he leaned closer to the general. They were alone at the table but he spoke quietly anyway, “maybe they will ask the questions that actually get useful answers…” the two men looked at the girl sitting with the squires. She was laughing and the young men around her couldn’t help but stare. *** This was Lily's first time in the chow hall. Shon had kindly explained the procedure, you get your food yourself at the mess table, then find a seat amongst the other eaters. Simple. But to the girl who had always eaten alone it was an exciting new experience. As she approached the long tables, she tried to find a spot large enough for the two of them and was shocked and pleased when the squires began to make room, calling her over. She gladly obliged but didn’t sit right away. Instead she tapped one boy on the shoulder saying “hey can you move a little more? For Shon.” he hadn’t been looking at her, seemingly entranced by his soup, so he jumped at her touch and looked at her as though she had grown a second head. Tilting her only head at him she smiled and turned to the boy on the other side tapping him on the shoulder as well. He started moving before she had to ask and it seemed to snap the first one out of whatever stuper his mind had fallen into and he scooted over as well. Between the two of them there was soon enough room for the both of them and Lily sat next to the quicker of the two boys turning to Shon, who hadn’t moved to sit, and patting the spot next to her. He sat and almost immediately the young man across from them said, “Wow strange seeing you here in the middle Shon.” Shon just shrugged in response dipping his spoon into the steaming soup. The young man just shook his head and turned his face back to Lily, it seemed he was acting as the unofficial spokesman of the group, “My name is Brardin, this is Rehlein, Zihler…” he listed off each of the other thirteen squires pointing as he went ending with, “and you already know Shon apparently…” he looked at Shon with a questioningly, seemingly waiting for something. Shon lifted his head to look at Brardin but said nothing, Lily was only paying half attention to them and instead was whispering the names of the other boys under her breath, determined to remember as many as possible. “My name is Lily.” she beamed at the boys around the table, so happy to finally be able to give someone her ‘name’. Beneath the table she moved her leg over slightly to touch Shon beside her. He dropped his spoon. Brardin looked away from Shon again, focusing on her, “it's nice to meet you Lily.” the boys around him each greated her in one way or another, some with a “hi,” and smile, others with just a wave, and still others mumbled something before focusing on their food intensely. “Soooooo,” Brardin let the word draw out for a long time, he glanced at Shon then finally said, “how did you meet Shon? He isn’t usually the type to make conversation.” Lily tilted her head just a little. His voice didn’t sound cruel, like he was making fun of her new friend, but Shon had sighed beside her. Maybe he was just trying to find a way to start a conversation… “He saved me. That's why I’m here.” Shon looked over at her and she smiled, “as for today, we were just talking before dinner and he invited me to come have some.” The boys were staring at them openly. Apparently they had not been told about the tower incident. She wondered for a moment if she had said too much and decided to take a bite of the soup while she thought. “So, he’s almost like a knight in shining armor.” said the boy next to Brardin, Rehlein, his voice teasing as he focused on Shon. “Except he’s a squire in leather armor.” said another boy, who’s name she couldn’t remember. The boys around the table laughed until… “AW. Damn it Shon…” Brardin had tried to take another bite only to find his spoon frozen in a block of ice that had once been a steaming bowl of venison soup. Beside him Rehlein laughed at him, at least until he noticed his own food just as solid, “oh come on!” all down the table boys where checking their bowls and groaning. Shon sat wide eyed, his pale cheeks turning pink, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean…” but he stopped talking when Lily started giggling. “That is so neat!” she said, tapping the ice in her bowl. Brardin was glaring at Shon, “it's not ‘neat’, there isn’t enough for everyone to get new bowels Shon.” Shon lowered his eyes with a soft “I’m sorry…” concerned Lily reached out under the table placing a hand on his knee and causing him to look up. His eyes were so blue, like the clear sky on the coldest of winter days. But now they were upset and embarrassed and Lily felt and ache in her chest she only really felt when one of her treasures had been in some kind of pain or discomfort. She smiled at him, trying to make it a reassuring look before she turned to Brardin across the table. “It’s ok. We can just warm these back up.” she stood, leaned over the table and dipped her index finger into the middle of the frozen soup. Soon it was steaming again and she moved on to the boys on either side of him. It took a moment for the squires to realize what she was doing, she was leaning WAY over the table… But when they did notice they stared at the bowls instead of her, picking up their spoons to let the liquid poor back into the bowl. Stepping over the bench she worked her way around the table, squeezing between the squires on her side to reach over to those on the other side. As she was finishing up the boy whose name she couldn't remember looked at Shon saying “Now THAT is a useful ability.” Shon ignored him, watching Lily as she came back to her seat beside him. “It does come in handy.” she sat down and took a moment to examine her soup covered finger before sticking it in her mouth and sucking the juice off. The boys shifted uncomfortably in their seats but she didn’t notice. Pulling her finger slowly out of her mouth, it was delicious soup, she picked up her spoon and continued, “they did say I made the best bed warmer on cold nights.” Shon choked on his soup, spluttering and quickly moving to wipe his mouth. Maybe I made it too hot?