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a Jake x fem!reader and the prompt is that Jake introduces the reader to the whole squad

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"So, Y/N I know that you want to meet the sqaudddd so I did something" this was the first thing Jake sad when you woke up next to him on Friday. "What did you do Jake?" You asked despite knowing that it would probably be something stupid. "Wellll, they don't know that I'm dating anyone, but you know who they are so that obviously has to change, you know?" "I don't like where this is going Jake, next thing you know you say that you want to pretend that I'm a criminal and introduce me in the interrogation room!" Jake quickly looked at you and very very quickly erased something from his notes on his phone. "Alrighty then, not that plan, falling through the roof? Knocking on the window? You come dressed up as Holly McClane and start to make out with me?" "No and it is Holly Gennero remember? They divorced." Jake just looked at you with those puppy love eyes. "How about I just walk in with some coffee and lunch for you? You can say you forgot it at home babe?" "Fine, boring but it came from you so it's great." He looked at the time and went to pick out clothes. Cue the whistling from your end, "My man is looking fine today, hurry up and go to work ill come around in the midday." He blew you a quick kiss before bolting out the door.

It was a pretty normal day in the precinct nothing out of the ordinary. Scully had another 'small' heart attack and holt didn't smile. Just a normal friday you would say. But Jake couldn't hide his excitement from his best friend Charles. Well Charles just assumed, and Jake spilled that there would be a surprise this midday. Let's be honest Charles couldn't keep this a secret very long and soon enough the squad all knew something would happen just not yet what would happen. Although they prepared for the worst believe me, the fire extinguisher close to Rosa was just a minor detail.

As you entered the building you walked towards the receptionist who just asked some routine questions and directed you towards the floor you boyfriend was on. Hearing the sound of the elevator Jake peeked to see if it was you, and there you were. With a cup of coffee and a sandwich from subway. Your eyes scanned the room and saw his fluffy hair which you could recognize miles away. "Jake there you are! I noticed you didn't take your food with you this morning so i thought I would visit you at work." You said while smiling at him, not noticing the eyes his colleagues gave each other in surprise that Jake had a girlfriend. "Thanks BABE! How much I LOVE you for doing this!" He almost yelled the words to make sure everyone heard it. Amy came up to him and took him away to have a small squad meeting, leaving you there to sit at his desk and sort the files why not.

"Who is that Jake? Did you kidnap her?" Terry asked worried for you. "No, that is my girlfriend from 8 months." Jake admitted to the squad. "8 months?!?!" "How did you keep this a secret?" Gina genuinely asked. "It was never a subject of conversation, at least not a serious one." You had stood up from his desk and walked to the break room. "Uhm Jake I've got to go, so unless you're going to introduce me now, I'm leaving" "Oh yeah of course."

"The scary looking one is Rosa, the big guy is Terry, the one with the boring outfit is Amy, the one with the phone is Gina, the small one is Charles and the one who never expresses emotions is Captain Holt." Jake said while pointing at each one. "It was very nice to meet you all, I hope to see you another time!" you said while leaving the break room waving and smiling. "Well Jake, I've only just met her but if you hurt her, I'll hurt you." Rosa said while smiling weirdly. "I won't I Won't.

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stephanie beatriz or rosa diaz with 20-something year old new coworker? all the other details are up in the air :)

Thank you anon for requesting this! Apologies for the long wait!! It was honestly super fun getting to know a new character, and I thank you for introducing me to her. Of course I instantly fell in love with her in the first episode.. Enjoy!! xoxo

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The Name Game — Rosa Diaz x Fem!Reader

Summary: Rosa finally reveals why she has treated you the way she has in an intimate moment you never saw coming.

Warnings: praise, very slight degradation (you blink and you'll miss it), jealousy, semi-public sex, cute pet names

Word Count: 2k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover

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"Who the hell is this?" 

Those were the first words you heard as the Captain introduced you to your new coworkers, who all looked at you with smiling faces. Well, except for the woman who just asked who the hell you were.

"This is Detective Y/n. New member of our team," Your boss stated, looking over at the same dark-haired woman from before who had her arms crossed over her chest. "Y/n here will be taking over the empty desk next to yours, Diaz. Be nice."

"I'm always nice," she commented with a straight face.

The Captain sighed before turning his focus back to you. "Make yourself comfortable. Ask Rosa here if you have any questions." You nodded in response as the older man walked away, leaving you alone with the woman.

"Nice to meet you!" You smiled, with a hand held out for the woman to shake, but to your dismay, she ignored it and went to her desk. You followed behind her, and dropped your purse on your new desk, but as soon as you went to open your mouth again, you were cut off.

"A few ground rules," she said. "No obnoxious noises, no smelly foods—"

"Why would I even—"

"No interrupting me," she continued. "And most importantly, no shaving at your desk."

"Why would I shave—"

"Follow these rules. No if's and's, or but's."

And that's how it was with her. It took you weeks before you decided to ignore her altogether. Her sharp words always cut your heart into a million pieces.

You didn't know why she was that way around you. Sure, she was blunt with everyone else but with you it was different. Almost cruel. 

But since you grew closer to Amy, who gave you the courage to not let Rosa's words get to you, and just do what you do best. Which was your job. You only talked to Rosa if you were paired together, and 'talk' was more of an understatement. Few words were ever spoken, and the ravenette was quick to catch on to how quiet you quickly became around her.

At first, she thought nothing of it, but as time went on and your friendship with Amy blossomed, it was obvious just how outgoing you were with her and the rest of the team compared to Rosa herself.

Of course everyone else noticed the tension between you two, and for detectives, it wasn't that hard for them to figure out why. The way you would dare sneak a glance in Rosa's direction when she wasn't looking, and the way Rosa would do the exact same thing with you, except in her case, her eyes would linger.

It wasn't until the Captain had the two of you stay late one night to fill out an over abundance of paperwork, that the two of you actually spent time together, alone.

"I need your signature to wrap up this burglary file, Diaz." You say as you attempt to hand the woman your file.

"Fine," she responds before snatching the file from your grip.

You let out a small sigh as you wait, not allowing her short response to get to you. Including the fact that she didn't even look at you.

"There. Done." She slid the folder back to you before she leaned back comfortably in her chair.

"What did I ever do to you?" you ask.

That question. The one question that has played over and over again in your head since that first day you walked into the precinct and met Rosa who has not once smiled in your direction or said one nice thing to you.

"What are you talking about?" She asked back, fiddling with a pen on her desk.

"What did I ever do to you for you to hate me so much, Diaz?" you repeat yourself.

The ravenette stayed silent, only keeping her focus on the pen spinning in her hand, in which you decided to take from her and slam on her desk. Her nose flared at your action, emotions that she had been holding inside for so long were now bubbling in her chest when you positioned yourself in front of her.

You had decided to stand between her sitting figure and her desk, not realizing you had trapped yourself all because you wanted to tear her attention away from her desk to answer your question.

Rosa scoffed, before rising from her seat and towering over you. She was close. Unimaginably close. The musky scent of her perfume completely takes over your sense of smell.

"Rosa." She peered down at you.

"What?" Your eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"The name's Rosa, for one. And two..." she let out a heavy sigh. "I don't hate you." 

"Bullshit." 

Your words caught Rosa by surprise. You were usually well-mannered, and the ravenette had not once heard you swear in the time you had been there, causing her to lift a surprised brow.

She liked it. She was seeing a whole new side of you and now, she wanted to see more.

"I admire you." She finally admitted, not only to you, but to herself, before placing both hands on the desk beside you, completely trapping you, and keeping you from fleeing.

"This isn't funny, Diaz..." 

"Do I look like I'm joking?" She tilted her head, her dark eyes looking you up and down with a mysterious gleam.

"I don't know—" You went to look away, but a hand flew to your chin, forcing your gaze to fixate on her, and her only as she towered over you. 

"Well I'm not joking." She said, "I admire you. I've admired you since you cracked your first case here. It was the fastest I think I've ever seen someone finish a case." 

You could swear you saw a smile tug at the corner of her lips, but it was probably just your brain messing with you. Rosa smiling? It was unheard of around you. You had never seen her smile before. Not once. Was she... proud? There was no way.

"It was remarkable. You are remarkable... and I've been jealous. Jealous of how good you are at your job. Jealous of how quickly everyone here fell in love with you." Your lips fell open at her confession. Rosa being jealous? Of you?

Her hand slid from the wood to your hip that was leaning against the desk, to hold you still. She didn't want you fleeing, not before she got to say what she had to say to you.

"How quickly Amy fell in love with you..."

"Amy? What does Amy have to do—"

At the mention of Amy, her hand fell from your chin to your neck, that neck that fit perfectly into her hand as she gave it a gentle squeeze, forcing an audible moan to escape from you.

"She loves you, y/n. Do you love her?" Her eyes flicked from yours, to your parted lips, and back up to your eyes, as if challenging you.

"Don't tell me you're jealous." You toyed, all the pieces finally coming together.

"And if I am?" She asked, sliding her knee confidently between your legs that earned a sharp gasp from you.

"Then I say you have some serious making up to do...Rosa." 

Her name. You had finally said her name, and it fueled her. Her name sounded beautifully coming from you. "Say it again," She licked her bottom lip. 

"And if I don't?" You dared to challenge her back, to which Rosa immediately caught onto, and refused to let you dominate the situation. And she knew the perfect solution.

"Then I'll make you say it."

"How?" Your curiosity got the best of you.

You let out a shaky breath when her knee suddenly pressed against your clothed center that had your hips unintentionally buck from the contact.

"Let me show you," her words were more of an ask than a demand, and with the subtle nod of your head to allow her to keep going, Rosa planned to do exactly what she said she would. 

Show you. Show you how she planned to get you to say her name again.

Rosa's lips hovered over your own, her pupils dilating as the hand around your neck slid down to the collar of your shirt before slowly picking away at the buttons. She skillfully popped each one open, revealing your smooth skin underneath with a lace bra covering your chest.

Your heart-rate wasn't the only thing that picked up. Rosa could feel your breathing grow faster, both from anxiety and excitement as she successfully removed the last button and untucked the blouse from your jeans.

"Hm, it's just too easy. Already this worked up over some light touching?" she smirked, before quickly slipping out of her leather jacket to reveal her toned arms.

"You think I'm easy, Diaz?" you toyed, a bit of confidence suddenly washing over you.

"Just look at you. You're weak. I bet I can have you screaming my name in just two minutes." She chuckled lowly before slipping a hand into the waistband of your jeans and into your underwear to play with your pussy.

"Mm, fuck you—" you failed at hiding the plethora of moans that forced themselves out of you when she circled your clit.

"Oh, princesa... that's what I'm about to do to you."

The lips that hovered over yours got impossibly closer, her hot breath fanned you, and you wanted nothing more than for her to close the thin space. But to your dismay, she only chuckles again, and brings her lips to the bottom of your chin, then your throat, then to the side of your neck where she bit and sucked on the soft spot below your ear.

"I don't like emotions," she admitted after leaving a light mark on your neck. She came face to face with you again, "I don't know how to deal with them so I acted out. Forgive me?" 

You searched her eyes for any kind of untruthfulness, but didn't find any. And when you gave her a small 'yes', butterflies erupted in your stomach when her lips finally met with yours in a needy kiss.

Moans spewed from your lips and into her mouth as her fingers simultaneously put pressure against your clit and rubbed generous circles. Folders fell from her desk and onto the floor as you repositioned your hands on her desk, to keep you from falling over and breaking her computer.

"What's my name?" She whispered against your lips.

"Detective Diaz," you whined when she pinched your bundle of nerves at the wrong name.

It was hard at first not to say her first name, but you couldn't let her win that easily. You couldn't. One thing she was going to learn about you was how bratty and stubborn you were. You would never go down without a fight.

She tutted and bit your lower lip, while also allowing your hand to grip at the collar of her shirt. Your tongues tangled together, and moans grew a pitch higher as you neared your orgasm.

"No- so close! Don't stop!" You whined when her fingers suddenly left your clit. "Why'd you stop?!"

"You haven't said it, princesa. Why would I reward you?" She smirked devilishly.

"Fuck— fuck you..." She went to remove her hand fully at your words but you grabbed her wrist tightly before she could move away. "Wait! Fine. Rosa...please. Please finish what you started and I'll say your name as many times as you want me to. Just please don't stop, Rosa," you begged.

"Good girl," she cooed, and you visibly blushed at the pet name. "Ooh, you like being called that, don't you?" The second she dove back in your panties, a jolt of electricity ran up your spine, as you could feel your orgasm coming back around.

"Yes, I— I love it." You let your head lull back.

"Then be a good girl and come for me. Right here. Right now."

"Rosa..." you mewled, just before words caught in your throat as you came with shaky legs. The ravenette circled your clit skillfully, allowing you to ride your pleasurable high for as long as you could.

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it, princesa?" she teased as she slowed her ministrations before stopping completely.

"It wasn't, I just wanted to play with you."

"Oh you little—" you cut her off with a heated kiss, finally wrapping your arms around her leather-covered body. You enjoyed the closeness with her, it was the thing you were chasing after since the beginning. 

And you couldn't wait to slowly tear down her emotionally built-up walls to see the vulnerable human being waiting for you beneath the surface.

But first, you had to take Rosa out on a date.

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Honest Character

Jake Peralta x Reader - Dating the Captain's daughter [1.2K Words]

The Brooklyn summer heat had taken a toll on the city. Everyone at the office was dripping through their shirts this morning due to the absence of air conditioning, courtesy of a broken fuse that impacted all of New York City. The entire squad was forced to dress summer casual, looking like a bunch of vacationers that had washed up into the precinct, with only Capitan Holt abiding to the work-place dress code.

So, when you walked into the police station with your yellow sundress swaying up your thighs, Jake Peralta had no choice but to look you up and down like a tall glass of water. With sunglasses adorning your head like a crown, you walked straight into the Captain’s office without saying a single word. The Captain had shut his office door behind you, forbidding any eavesdropping of the conversation.

“Jake, stop staring down the new sketch artist,” Terry commanded from his desk, “You’re going to scare her away before she even starts.”

The detective turned towards Terry, confusion running through his brows, “We hired a new sketch artist? How come I was never told this?”

“Because you always hit on the new hires,” Rosa chimed in dropping off a shared file onto Jakes desk, “Holt asked us all to keep her transfer a secret until she got here.”

With genuine hurt, Jake shot his friends an accusing look, “That’s crazy. I am a delight to meet, I can keep this profresh. It’s all of you making this unprofresh.” He huffed with frustration earning sympathetic gazes from the rest of the squad. Before anyone had the chance to add to the conversation, the room went quiet with Holt calling Jake towards his office before closing the door once more. Standing up, Peralta turned to the sargent with a smirk, “See! I am a delight.” With determination he marched to the Captain’s office, smoothing out his short-sleeved flannel.

“Jake, I’d like to meet (Y/N) H.C.” The Captain introduced the two of you with a gesturing hand.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jake Peralta. You must be the new sketch artist,” Jake stated proudly reaching for your hand and giving Holt a smug look, “What does the H.C. stand for, Honest Character? We sure need more of that around here.” The detective gave his superior another annoyed look, still frustrated from being kept out of the loop.

You looked between the officers, clearly you had stepped into a separate argument. Deciding to ignore the unknown elephant in the room you took Jake’s hand, giving him a shake. “No, it’s short for Holt-Cozner. I’m from the Seven-Three’s forensics division, my dad said you needed some help with the Davidson murder.”  You clarified, with question taking over your voice. The silence ran thick throughout the office, both Holt and yourself confused beyond belief. You slowly retrieved your hand away from Jake’s when it was evident that he’d been shocked frozen.

“Your dad?” Jake quipped, bewildered by the fact.

“Yes,” Holt confirmed hesitantly, unsure of what had taken over his subordinate. “I had Santiago inform the team that my daughter would be visiting and helping you with the case.”

With twisted lips Jake shot a look at his desk, now crowded with snickering friends and an apologetic looking Boyle. Peralta knew this was payback for when he embarrassed his co-worker during last week’s briefing. In an awkward haste, Jake led you a spare room leaving you with no choice but to mumble a quiet “I’ll see you at dinner” to Holt before exiting.

You reviewed the photos and DNA evidence quietly, unsure of what was going through the detective’s mind. With a slight cough you cleared your throat before speaking, “It’s odd that there aren’t any fingerprints around the apartment that match the ones on the weapon,” you started “How did they enter the apartment in the first place? And even then, why not take the same precautions with handling the weapon. It’s like they’re a ghost and only moralized to kill the victim.”

Jake looked at you excitedly, a lightbulb illuminating in his head. “Because they were framed!” He yelled excitedly shuffling through the files bringing your attention to a picture of the apartment owner, “We dismissed this guy’s prints because it’s his apartment, but he must’ve blackmailed our suspect into putting his prints on the weapon – the suspect kept on saying he was there returning a favor, and that’s it.” The detective shook his head in disbelief, already over the embarrassing moment from earlier, “You’re a genius.”

“It was your solve detective, I’m just happy to help.” You smiled, getting ready to show yourself out.

“Wait, don’t you want to stay for the interrogation?” Jake asked, hoping he would have the opportunity to make up for his horrible first impression, “Or at least long enough for me to take you out for lunch?” He could tell that the latter offer took you by surprise. So, he offered you a welcoming arm, inviting you to link with it, “Do you like Pizza?”

The awkwardness from earlier had washed away as the two of you shared a laugh over two slices of New York’s finest pizza and ice-cold orange sodas. Jake had explained the entire situation from this morning and in return you had described to him your life with your dads: Raymond Holt and Kevin Cozner.

“You have the coolest dads ever,” Jake exclaimed taking another slice of pepperoni pizza. The cheese stretched as he placed the slice back down, “I can’t believe that this is the first time I’ve heard of you.”

You shook your head, laughing at the hanging cheese string dangling from Jake’s lips. You were thankful for the bright sun leaving a pink tint on your skin, effectively hiding your growing blush. Your dad had told you many stories about the detective. Nights of going on and on about his awful handwriting, his silliness during Halloween, and how he had set every precinct record since Holt had taken command. You had been curious about Peralta, but you would have never thought he’d be this charming. Maybe it was the romantic pop song playing on the radio, or the heat coming from the kitchen, but desire had bubbled in your heart, and you were itching for more time with him.

With his permission, you wiped off the extra sauce and cheese off the corner of Jake’s mouth, making you suddenly shy. “Yeah, and yet I’ve already learnt so much about you.”

Jake’s smile grew bigger, happy that he’d manage to turn the situation around. The way your sundress hiked up your legs had not left his mind since this morning. Though he felt himself enchanted to meet you, he knew with certainty that he wanted to go about this spontaneous date correctly – with you being the Captain’s daughter and all. He felt it in his gut that you were going to be a forever thing, and his gut feelings were always right. “To even it out, maybe I can learn more about you over drinks tomorrow at the bar?”

You leaned in gifting the detective a light kiss on his cheek, unable to resist those dimples for any longer than you already have, “It’s a date.”

And it was one of the best dates both of you had been on. From that day forward, Jake no longer wanted or needed to hit on other new hires, not with you and your sundresses frequenting the precinct. The squad had grown fond of your budding relationship, with even the Captain showing signs of enthusiasm. As Jake meet you downstairs for another summer night of exploring the city, he thought to himself about how lucky he was to have been pranked by his friends that morning.

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what to expect when you're trying to make someone expect | charles boyle

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synopsis: When two people fall in love, that love consumes every single cell of them until they have no space to expand anymore. When that happens, those two soulmates give life to a prof of the immensity of their lover. That's how Boyle will explain to his children how they were born when they got to that fase of making questions about everything. But first Charles need to change your mind.

warnings: pregnancy talk. manipulation. dub!con. like it is really dub!con. overstimulation. breeding kink. oral sex. penetration. yandere!charles boyle (full boyle!!!). female!reader.

• When you know you know. It's that pretty fucking simple. You know when it is time to go, to shut, to observe. You know when you're not welcomed, when you're not heard, when you're not wanted. You just know. And Charles knows that it is the perfect moment to turn you into something more. Into family.

• Charles knows for sure that he never loved anyone the way he loves you. He never felt like his chest could be torn apart because the love inside it needs more space, or that his lungs didn't work because of the sight of you, or that his mind could remember so much about just one person. Charles loves you, Charles knows you, and he knows. He just knows.

• It's been a few weeks since you met the Boyles, and you got along so well with his family. His friends love you (because they are also your friends, but that doesn't matter for now). Jake loves you. Charles don't know a single person that didn't look at you and immediately knew you were something.

• Or even the way you always say the sweetest things. How you never hurted him. Or all the times you made him break in a giggle just because of who you are. When you praise his food. The way you make Charles laugh without even trying. Or all those times you just remembered. His favorite color, favorite restaurant, favorite drink, even thinks he said just once.

• Charles was made for you, and you were made for him. Nothing could change that. No one will ever change that. So why act like you're a normal, average couple? You're his soulmate.

• Normal, average couples need months to get to this fase when you understand exactly how your lover thinks. Normal, average couples need weeks to do something slight weird around the other without feeling judged. Normal, average couples need years to know.

• Charles don't want to go to your house. He don't want to make food for you and put it on his refrigerator. He don't want to hear that last night you had a nightmare. Charles wants to be there. He wants to live with you, to cook with you sat on the counter gossiping about someone he don't even know, to wake you up from your fears with sweet kisses and a cup of water.

• Jake told him to not do anything about it, that he was on Full Boyle mode and it would only scare you. That it would make you run away. And Charles listened to him. He really did. But when was the last time that Charles was able to control his mouth?

• And for everyone's surprise, you said yes. Everyone, but Charles.

• And then he knew. He knew for sure that you felt the same way about him. That you could see how others opinions about you both didn't fucking matter. How you both don't have to wait years to have something you can have now.

• Boyle got really surprised when you said no. He got confused. Uterly confused. Why? Didn't you trust him? Did you fear he wouldn't be a good dad? Or that he would runaway from you as soon as it happened? Charles explained to you that he would make you the happiest you ever been, that you would be a great mom, that he would stay forever by your side.

• Your answer was still a no.

• He wasn't expecting that. He thought you both were in tune. When you told him you were too young, that it was too soon, his heart broke inside of him. You explained that you fear about your job, about your body, about everything. Not now.

• It wasn't about being a good mom or a good dad. That wasn't about the fear of not being able to make a child became a good person. It wasn't about the birth. It was about him. Yes, it was. You don't think Charles will support your career, or be there with you until your last day on this Earth, that he would love you however you look. You don't trust Charles to have a child with him.

• Charles made it his goal to change yourr mind. Make you understand that yes, Charles is the right choice. That staying with him, growing with him, is the only correct choice. That no one would love you like he does. Not that you are an impossible person to love, Charles still doesn't understand how everyone who knows you doesn't fall in love with you, but that he is the person made for you.

• Films about motherhood, conversations that somehow ended up on the topic of childhood, albums of photos from when you were little conveniently in a place where you would see them. Charles even managed to get Amy to ask you to pick Mac up from school.

• He became even more present (which you thought was impossible). Charles gave you the idea of ​​asking Holt to give you more responsibilities. And when your captain agreed, Charles was very careful and present. He started making your lunches without you even asking. He called you when he was home to see if you needed anything. He massaged you whenever you looked tired.

• Sometimes you felt like Charles treated you like a baby. The bathtub was warm when you got home from work, your clothes were ironed and laid out on the bed. Charles served you, asked how your day was, caressed your hand while you complained about something that didn't really matter. Charles was so caring, so proactive, you didn't even have to do anything.

• Charles hoped that would be enough for you to understand that he would be there for you. Did you realize that you don't have enough flour to make your pancakes during a storm? That's not a problem, Charles takes care of it. Are you feeling sick and can't take care of yourself? That's what Charles is for. Charles is there to take care of you, always.

• He didn't bring it up again, Charles was afraid it would scare or anger you. Instead, he kept giving signs of what he wanted. Trying to mess with your emotions. Charles knows how to be patient when he needs to be. He knows how to shut up, when otherwise it would ruin his plan. But he also knows when subtlety is no longer enough.

• There is no point in giving signs that something is going to work, when that something lives in the world of ideas. Charles has several certainties, while you have many doubts. There is only one method to give you the answers you are missing: empiricism.

How long have you been there, below him, accepting everything Charles wanted to give you? For the past hour? A whole day? Maybe more? Probably more. More, for sure.

Time has become a useless concept. Seconds felt like hours, years, centuries. Time stopped moving. Or it started moving too fast. You couldn't see the diference. It wouldn't matter.

Your body burned in a fever that could get someone dead. Your toes ache, but you couldn't take away the force you applied to them. Unsure of how to breath, your lungs didn't receive any air to keep on working. And your fingers, once the part of your body you felt like you control the most, where locked into his hair. Were you trying to keep Charles in place? Were you trying to move him away from you?

You didn't know. You didn't know a damn thing. And it didn't fucking matter.

All you know was the pleasure. The pain that came with it. That burning feeling between your thights, how wet the sheets were below you, the blankness conquering your mind since Charles first kneeled in front of you.

Had he ever get up? You don't know. You don't care.

Charles behaves like a starving men. So devoted, so unstopable. He acts like he won't ever get enough from you. Like everything is just a sign that he needs more. Charles devored you, got drank on you. He ate you whole.

That moment when he sat you on your shared bed and kneeled... It looked like a centurie ago. Like a life you remember just some flashes. Flashes of his eyes. Of his fingers deep on you. Of his tongue so hot on your swollen clit. Of his warm breath against your thights.

He said you were perfect. That you were his. Or did you imagined it? Was it reality or a dream you just remembered? Charles saying you were so wet, so warm, so tight. Did he said your pussy was made for him or was it you? Did it matter?

Did anything mattered when he made you feel like heaven? It must be something above it. Something better than heaven. You felt so much better than just that. Anything mattered anymore.

Your legs couldn't stop shaking. Your mouth forgot how to say your name, no, yes. Your eyes didn't have a reason to work anymore. You chest was so heavy, your mind so light. You couldn't think.

It didn't matter that when Charles got you whole he wasn't using a condom. When Charles babbled about how you would be so perfect with a part of him growing inside you. When Charles fucked you, his fingers still pressing on your clit, murmuring about how he would fill you until you couldn't take anymore. When he cum inside you.

And it didn't matter when he kept on doing it. When he fucked you dumb. Until you couldn't remember anything but his name. Until you couldn't do anything but to take what he give to you.

The other day you didn't remember how he made sure not even a tear of his seed didn't get into you. Or how he didn't let you have a second to think straight. How Charles told you all the things he would do to you when you give him a child. How well he will treat you. How you can be his princess, his whore, anything you want. How he got your waist on his lap when he finished and slept inside you, so you couldn't waste anything.

And you wouldn't noticed how it happened right on your fertile period. How you spend days only eating aphrodisiac foods. Or how your pills suddenly dissapeared. How Charles was the one to bought the new ones.

At the moment, all you could think about was how bad you wanted Charles inside of you. Only that, nothing more.

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[letsperaltiago]

did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room? |jake x amy|

Some canon-compliant early relationship fluff (aka. one of my all time fave tropes) for you all :') And yes that hand-holding-article is real ahah. Prompt: "you can kiss me, you know." + "don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. " Words: 3.3k Rated: G

Leaving Shaw’s, she’d intended to stay away; the bar, the precinct, the mess, just everything, was to be left behind. Between depressing messages of hope, Yoghurt-mourning speeches, and then Jake’s… weird but also very sweet declaration of intentions on stage, it’d all been a tad too much for her. Primarily the latter. Jake. Gosh, if there was one thing she wanted more than anything it was to be with him. Easily and simply. Alas, the Vulture made it more than hard: impossible. How could she accept Jake be demoted for her? A girl he’d dated for 6 six days. Sure, there’d been almost two years of mutual, however staggered, idiotic pining which gave their new thing, relationship, whatever it was, some sort of emotional precedence, but still it seemed irrational and unnecessary that she’d have to cost him his dream job. No way. Not on her watch. 

Which is exactly why she’d fled the scene. Not because of Jake telling her (and every other mourner in the bar) that six days together had been enough for him to know that they had something special, and that he wouldn’t give up on them because all he cared about was being with her. See that actually made her blush like a school girl, a flock of butterflies set free in her belly in the best and most horrible way at the same time, because that was probably when she really realized how serious Jake was about them… about her. It scared her. How did Jake Childman Peralta go from being her annoying colleague to suddenly showing, even publicly declaring (officially to his dead boss, that is) that he cared more about her than his own dream? It scared the hell out of her but in a good kind of way. Scary with Jake somehow felt good, and if it wasn’t for their dirtbag of a boss she’d been grabbing Jake’s hand and jumped off whatever cliff she and Jake were currently standing on. 

Dead end. That’s what they were. She could see it in his eyes as he approached her with careful steps, catching her in the midst of packing her things. The hopelessness of the situation, their very own Gordian knot, sucked the courage out of his otherwise always bold and bright eyes as he confessed to being all out of plans and didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t a lot he got to say before Captain Holt had interrupted their despairing deliberation. Nevertheless, unmistakably and clear as day, it was all she needed to know and deep down already knew: Jake really cared about her and she about him… even more than she’d initially admitted to her still somewhat apprehensive self. 

After getting their asses saved, quote Holt himself, Amy saw the light and liveliness instantly come back to Jake’s eyes, the darkest dreadful brown shadows of his irises driven away by gleeful hazelly highlights. Having previously felt as if she was the Greek titan Atlas carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, now knowing that nothing would stand in the way of them being together, the immense weight melted away in an instance. If Holt hadn’t been there and they weren’t in the middle of a buzzing precinct, she would’ve jumped into Jake’s arms and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Relief rushed through her veins, her blood circulating in a surge that reminded her that this was what feeling alive truly felt like. It could in no world, past life or parallel universe be wrong to be with Jake if it made her feel like this. 

It was safe to say that Holt had already had his fair share of drama and drinks that day. Thus, after giving the two a nod and discrete look of delight (which by Holt-standards was equal to a blinding smile), he bid them a rest of the evening and trotted off to get a cab home to Kevin and Cheddar. 

Then there was two. Just the two of them. 

Jake turned to look at her, offering her thoughtful eyes and an amused smirk which let her know he had something in mind. She didn’t care what. Not in the sense that she didn’t care about what he was thinking; in the sense that he could tell her anything, as  lame, crazy, boring, weird or whatever it might be, and she would gladly listen. 

“Bar?”

“Definitely,” she grinned back, forgetting how she had cursed that place just 30 minutes ago. Amused and damning her blood for so shamelessly running to and ehancing her cheeks everytime he as much as looked her way. Before she could reach for her bag, he’d beat her to it and held the black leather tote by its long handles. His arm and hand came to the perfect length, she thought eyeing how the bag hung just two inches above the ground. 

“C’mon,” he uttered, playfully hitting her knee with her bag, then reaching out for her hand with his free one. The skin was soft, warm, perhaps even alien still but in way in which she couldn’t wait for it to feel familiar. His hand held hers, his palm facing downwards into hers, and this very specific article she’d once read in a women’s magazine about what different kinds of handholding meant popped into her mind. This kind of handhold, palm against palm, fingers wrapped around the other’s hand, was often a protective handhold where the person whose palm faced downward had the protective role. It was silly, she knew, but right then as he towed her with him into the now dark streets of Brooklyn, she liked the thought of it being true. 

Consequently, the recent return of good news brought them back to scene they’d fled from just 30 minutes ago. The bar was still crowded, mostly occupied by half-drunk officers and higher ranked officials, and the doomsday atmosphere from earlier had disappeared along with Dozermanns framed picture and the mic - which was probably for the best, Amy thought as they made their way to the bar to place their orders. 

“Beer?” he leaned against the bar.

“Beer,” she confirmed back, copying his pose and smiling at the sight of him carefully placing her bag on the stool next to him, keeping on hand on top of it meanwhile the other was used to signal two fingers. 

“Two beers, Hank.”

Hank nodded in approval. 

“I’ll just put my bag in the car, Jake. It’s annoying to have to look after it.” 

His head snapped to look at her. 

“It’s really no problem, Ames. Really.” He smiled softly and patted the soft, black leather. 

“You’re cute.” Gosh, he really was. Especially standing there in his nice uniform, handsome features highlighted by the glow of the bar’s twinkle lights. It sometimes rushed over her like a tidal wave just how cute he was and, honestly,  it made her head spin a little. “But I’ll put it in the car.” 

She grabbed one of the straps, about to pull, however Jake was quicker grabbing the other. Suddenly stuck in a tug-of-war of sorts, each their own strap with the rest of the bag dangling in the middle. Their eyes locked in with the others. She cocked a dark eyebrow challenging his actions. Jake on his side didn’t speak up and simply kept looking at her, eyes shining with mischief, a certain warmth and dreamy enchantment she wasn’t quite used to handling yet. Thus they stood there, neither of them letting go nor saying anything, one second after the other passing by as the sound of clinking glasses, laughter, music, and popped bottles subdued. Somehow, to her, it was just the two of them at that moment.

“What are you doing?” she chuckled, never letting her eyes slip from his.

For a moment he said nothing, simply keeping his eyes entangled with hers, shining with something so strong it had her blush coming right back to her cheeks - or had it ever really left? How could a couple of brown eyes, a pair he’d known for so long and looked into a million times before, shake her to her core like they did now? 

“Don’t mind me - just enjoying the view." He broke his silence. Distracted by the newfound charming smirk plastered on his face (the kind where it was mostly one corner doing the smiling while the other curled playfully) she failed to pay attention to anything else, and to her surprise, she suddenly felt a strong tug on the strap in her hand. Being taken off guard of course resulted in her body being roughly drawn across the space between the two, and she couldn’t tell if it was his plan. Whether or not it was, she, as a result of the sudden tug, felt her chest bump into his. If it hadn’t been for their reflexes telling their necks to yield back to avoid their heads bumping together, bleeding noses would definitely have been served. Instead, chins tugged bak from the yielding, they found themself inches from being nose tip to nose tip. His hands had instinctively flown to grab her hips to save her from tumbling further, and Amy could feel her breath hitch in her throat, taken back by the sudden move and the sudden proximity between them. It was when she was about to look at him and tell him off with a stupid, awkward joke that he noticed his lightly agape mouth and eyes drifting down to admire her lips. So close. They were so close, his always minty breath touching her face. 

Her cheeks must’ve been fiery red by now. How had she ever gone so long without giving in to him when her body reacted so strongly to his presence? 

She’d been pretty sure he didn’t do it consciously, however, still, she became even more aware of their very suddenly intimate position once his thumb slowly swept across her hipbone 

Yup, now she was definitely blushing. Speechless too, which was silly because, during the little less than a week they’d been dating, he’d been doing his fair share of shameless flirting and touching. Yes, that had mostly been in the privacy of either of their apartments. Never out in public amongst their peers which perhaps must’ve had him panicking a bit on the inside. From the look in his eyes she could tell the very exact moment he realized that a flirtatious punchline had slid right off his tongue and into the open air of what could be considered a work event. They’d talked a lot, like a lot, about worries, conserving mixing pleasure and business, pro-fer-sonal, as Jake liked to call it. It was mostly her worrying: she didn’t wanna risk getting in trouble or sabotaging her life-plan with any missteps. Even though he loved teasing her about it, he also respected it, which was now obviously showing on his face. His previously so mischievous smile was replaced by a nervous biting of his lips, a wistful gaze transformed into nervousness, and she could tell he was recalculating everything in his mind at a million miles per hour - or at least trying to. He was without a doubt trying to figure out if he’d crossed a line, and, if so, how he’d undo it.

Any other day in the past she would’ve probably turned to the easy solution: playfully pushed him off and hit him with a tongue-in-cheek comment. Today felt different. After spending a week holding their breaths and walking on eggshells around the Vulture, questioning everything they felt and had now finally given in, it’d feel so wrong to play it off cool and collected, acting as if they weren’t together because… they were. They were finally together for real; it’s what they’d been fighting for so long. Both each had their own respective battles but also their collective battle against the Vulture which only proved that they’re the best team. In more than just the professional way now, and this she had to allow herself to give in to. 

She heard hin swallow nervously, eyes switching between the ground, her eyes, and her lips. Around them, no one seemed to notice. The two of them. This was just the two of them, Amy reminded herself, and that was all that mattered. 

“You can kiss me, you know?” Tumbled out of her before she could overthink and regret it, which must’ve taken both herself and Jake by surprise. His before fly-swallowing gaping lips shut like a mousetrap and finally, she felt his eyes focus on hers once more. No constant moving, nothing, just his eyes looking into hers. Thump, she heard, as he let her bag fall to the ground. Strong fingers dug into the flesh of her hips with newfound confidence and she could tell that he finally hit that “screw this”-realization as well. He leaned in, covering the tiny bit of remaining space between them, and even then, just her luck, she could see his lips curl back into a smile.

“Oh yeah,” he cocked his eyebrows. “Lucky me,” he whispered just so he could feel lips ghosting against her before he, finally, drew her in entirely and welcomed her lips with his. As if they hadn’t already done a good amount of kissing, they were sucked into a tiny bubble of their own where nothing nor no one mattered. Their lips danced perfectly in sync, shifting between drawing in and fighting for dominance, to a melody that couldn’t be heard but could instead be felt. In that very moment, upon raising herself to stand on the tip of her toes and slide her hands around his neck, Amy had never been happier. Even in a crowded bar of colleagues and superiors, she couldn’t care less what people thought. For so long she’d yearned to know what Jake Peralta what feel and taste like, and now she could finally explore it whenever she wanted. For how long they stood like that, her bag thrown to the ground, his hands on her waist, her hands stroking his neck, she had no idea. It was slow, sweet, caring, nothing urgent or inappropriate, everything she needed and wanted. Each kiss was its own little earthquake. 

Sure, they did suffer some teasing, cat calling and whistling from their friends once they found them in a booth in the back corner of the bar. Knowing it was all with good intentions, they laughed it off, and for once, rather than it being Amy, it was Jake’s cheeks showing fifty shades of red. The evening proceeded as always, but better, Amy thought, as they played footsies under the table as Boyle told some absurd cuisine-related story. Two hours later she felt equally happy when leaving Rosa and Charles behind at the bar, not a single care in the world-like, as they made their way to her car parked in the precinct garage. They were joking, laughing at some lame joke he’d pulled out of thin air when suddenly he halted.

“Ames, your bag?”

“My bag?” she frowned at him when suddenly she realized that neither she nor he carried it. “Oh sh-”

“Hey, don’t worry! It’s probably still in the booth. Go ahead to the car and I’ll meet you there. Okay?” ” He smiled, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

Her eyes softened as she offered him a thankful smile back. How did she get so lucky?

“Thank you.”

 All Amy could do was smile to herself as she watched him jog back to the bar. She even found herself standing there for a moment after he’d disappeared into the dark, wondering just how she ever lived a life without this version of Jake Peralta in her life. Once reached her car, leaning against the side of it to wait, she took out her phone and gave into the mindnumbing act of scrolling through whatever social media timeline was the hype then and there. That’s when a text notification at the top of her screen caught her eye. 

Rosa Diaz: jake overheard a group of beat cops talking about you guys. he stomped out of the bar like an angry child lol 

Amy frowned at the message. What was going on and where was Jake? She wasn’t left wondering for too long. The sound of steps came closer, fast, and she just barely managed to recognize Jake’s figure before he’d dropped her bag on the ground next to her and pulled her into a kiss. Not just any kiss. A deep, warm, pushed-up-against-the-side of-her car-kind of kiss that had her toes curled in her uniform shoes. He didn’t seem angry or any kind of mood to worry about, however, something had definitely added some kind of fuel to his fire. The garage was dead silent, only the increasing intensity and loudness of their breathing could be heard. Amy felt swept off her feet, caught in a perfect storm where his body was the hurricane and their lips battled in the eye of it. Hands on her waist, feeling and stroking it with care, nails and fingers caught in his brown locks. She smiled and she felt him smile back, even though the intensity and lust of the moment. Deep down he’d always be a big softie. 

He pulled back a bit, breaking them apart, only to gaze into her eye with awe and admiration as if they hadn’t just spent the last couple of days being together. There was admiration, lust, and warmth, shining in them. Somehow the kiss had felt like a milestone, some sort of first kiss, in a way she couldn’t quite put a finger on. 

“You okay?” she whispered smiling, bopping the tip of his nose with her own in comfort. “Rosa texted me saying you stomped off.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, but she could tell he felt embarrassed. 

“Nothing.”

“That kiss wasn’t nothing, Peralta.” She teased with a grin. 

“It was really good, huh? Our first kiss as a non-threatened and non-soon-to-be-extinct couple.” Two could play that game. 

“Wow, so dark... and yes, it definitely was really good. Not gonna lie.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “But tell me what it was all about.”

“It was all about me being grossly obsessed with you.” He grinned and jabbed the sides of her waist, causing her to jump and giggle, caught in between his arms and the car. 

“Jake,” she scolded softly, impossible to help it when her smile stayed stuck on her face. 

He sighed, removing one hand from the side of her car to rub her forehead. “It was nothing, really. Just overheard some clowns talk about how bummed they were to find out that I’d … and I quote, “won you over by sheer luck”.” 

Oh… so people had noticed them, huh? Expecting herself to panic, overthinking what people would say or think, Amy was surprised by how calm and rather amused she felt upon hearing what had happened. It was as if it didn’t matter anymore. They were together, after all. 

“Oh, okay,” she nodded, not knowing what to say. Was he mad? Annoyed? Was she supposed to comment on it? 

“So I…” he bit his lip, pausing to think, “I just wanted to get back to you and really appreciate the luck that got me here.” The smile on his face was back, all restrains and tension about the situation, which he knew was more than silly, melted away. “Like wow, I just had to get back to you and appreciate how I get to just… kiss you whenever and wherever? And get to have these fans slash beat cops cheering us on?”

He smirked proudly and all Amy could do was laugh.  “You really are the lucky one, huh?” 

“I am, Ames. I really am. Also, so sorry for just jumping you. Should’ve thought that through - Brooklyn after dark isn’t exactly a safe haven.” 

“Don’t worry.” She smirked as she snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him into her, leaning her back against the car. Lips just far enough apart to not touch, she whispered “We’re both the lucky ones - that’s all that matters, Peralta.”

#not beta'ed sorry the mess:)))) #peraltiago #fic #fanfic #jake and amy #jake x amy #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #b99 #peralta #santiago #oneshot #fluff

[anotherpjofan]

Hello I’m bored so I’m going to open up the prompts again. Feel free to suggest anything else you want tho

Send me a prompt!

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[sissytobitch10seconds]

What am I up to? (6/9/22)

Saturday: On Saturdays I upload one chapter in my fic called Was This an Accident, Though? (Summary: Jake has been hiding the fact that he's an omega the entire time that he's worked as a cop. Not even Rosa knows. The only person that knows about his gender is Gina, and she doesn't hate him enough to go around and spread it. However, after a drunken night with Amy, he is forced to come out with his gender and twin surprises.). 

I upload oneshots on Wednesdays as I finish them. There won’t be a new oneshot every Wednesday, but if I finish a oneshot it will be uploaded on that day!

I’m also writing an Arcana fanfiction with my best friend. It’s called Luck of the Draw and gets updates whenever we feel like it. (Summary: Asra has some new magic that he wants to test, and his friends are more than willing to help him out.)

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[ghostchuus]

☆ ⤹ silly facts about me ,, my names esa or lillith.. im a big rarepair fan and i love writing (especially chatfics) my fav characters are dazai and chuuya. surprise surprise... so expect them to have the most content ☆ ⤹ intrests ,, bsd (obviously... ) · demon slayer · jjk · makeup and special effects!! · horror movies · im a BIG rarepairs fan.. especially in the bsd community · any forms of art (especially music and pottery) · singing and preforming arts · fortnite.. heh.. i luv fortnite... · interactive video games ,, FNAF, class of 09, danganronpa, resident evil · im a big sitcom fan.. all my favourite shows are sitcoms ,, community, new girl, brooklyn 99, superstore, how i met your mother · food!! i luv food!!! ☆ ⤹ artists ,, sophie woodhouse · melanie martinez · TV girl · kikiyama · twice

☆ ⤹ relationships i will write ,, character x reader headcanons · character x reader oneshots · oc x character headcanons · oc x character oneshots · character x character headcanons · character x character oneshots · ANY PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS ☆ ⤹ genres i will write ,, angst · fluff · hurt/comfort · hurt no comfort · comfort no hurt · suggestive content/lime · slight nsfw ☆ ⤹ i wont write ,, age gaps, yandere, non-con or dubious consent · student x teacher · no suggestive content including characters under 16 · pure nsfw/porn · explicit sex ☆ ⤹ AIs ,, if you want to request janitor ai // character ai bots click this link! :3 just specify if you want it for character ai or janitor ai ☆ ⤹ extra ,, i am not over the age of 18 so please dont suggest explicet sex or nsw since thats kinda weird gang! i dont care what ur age is if you interact my blog,,, im not going to put an age limit because people will probably read it anyway - but if anyone of like err 23..? interacts ill probably block cause thats just weird!

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[lesbianvampiresposts]

i never actually posted that other emily prentiss thing i was writing oops..ANYWAY!

I think i’m like flat out of ideas and motivation so any ideas or like requests i’ll take!!!

What i’ll write:

i’ll write mostly female x female or female x gender neutral seeing as i’m not overly the best at male x male or female x male (as the name of my blog states, kind of only have experience dating women BUT i’ll try if its something people really want)

i probably wont write smut (for now) or anything involving pregnancies and i will definitely not write anything involving triggering topics.

i’ll write fics, oneshots, headcannons, anything!! i’ll even give my opinions on ships if thats what people really want 😭

i’ll write for fandoms such as:

Criminal Minds

Greys Anatomy

Station 19

SWAT

9-1-1/9–1-1 Lonestar

Orange is the new black

NBC Hannibal

Supernatural

Brooklyn 99

Will Trent

X-Files

Suicide Squad

#criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader #9 1 1 fanfiction #nbc hannibal #greys antony #station 19 #i’m begging here someone give me ideas #brooklyn nine nine x reader #bedelia du maurier x reader #beverly katz #swat x reader #chris alonso x reader #orange is the new black

[cynicalone94]

Fanfiction Master List

Hey guys,

I've been a whump fan since I was a kid. My primary mode of expression is through writing fanfiction.

Most of my work is in the Chicago PD fandom with Jay Halstead as my number one target. I also write fiction here and there for Marvel, Brooklyn 99, and 9-1-1 Lone Star.

Chicago PD

I Don't Have Any Beneficiaries Anyway

Alternate Ending to 2x03 Weigh Station. When Jay fails to get the upper hand and is traded for Alex Price, the team scrambles to find him before its too late.

Just Another Day

Jay gets hurt during a raid. So just another day for the Intelligence Unit.

Rather Take a Bullet Than Get a Flu Shot

Friendly teasing goes too far. And just why does Jay hate needles so much?

Cost of Doing Business

A trip to Med to meet his brother for lunch becomes more dangerous than Jay had anticipated.

He's My Brother

Will knows about the death of Roy Walton and the cover up and he's not happy with his brother's new wife.

Living Donation

With his daughter's life on the line, a rich businessman makes a risky decision. But did he make the right choice?

Your Boy Tough

An annual taser recertification course brings up bad memories for Jay.

In The Wind

In a dense forest, sometimes even ten feet is too far.

I'd Rather Stay At Work

Jay actually admits he's sick. It doesn't go well.

Imbalance of Power

Sometimes the easiest way to make someone talk is to give them the upper hand.

Sacrifices

How do you judge whether a sacrifice is "worth it"?

Where He Should Be Safe

A sixteen part series of Jay having a bad time in places where he should be able to feel safe.

The Past Has a Price

When someone from Jay's past returns to take Will hostage, will the brothers make it out of this one alive?

Guilty Until Proven Innocent

Tag to 2x20 The Number of Rats. Gregory Yates becomes aware that Will Halstead is being questioned and sees an opportunity to shift the blame. **Update 11/19 Tags and warnings have been updated to include rape/noncon elements. It's kind of implied with the Tag to 2x20 but better safe than sorry. There's nothing explicit in this story but it is mentioned.

Upstead One Shots

A series of oneshots featuring Upstead and their beautiful family.

Up-Hill

Tag to my story In The Name of Justice. They might not be on the best terms but when Jay has a panic attack, Will can still find a way to bring him home. Pre-series.

Repaid in Kind

Tag to 9x13 Still Water. After Dylan was arrested, they thought all that was left to combat was Hailey's guilt over not saving Lisa. Turns out there was more.

Tripwire

Pre-series story from Jay's days in Afghanistan. Tag to Guilty Until Proven Innocent. How did Jay recognize the sound of the tripwire in time to dive out of the way?

What's Your Verdict?

The final day in court to wrap up a case that Intelligence has invested so much in takes a surprising turn. Hailey is put in a difficult position and every choice that she makes can only hurt her husband more.

Witness Tampering

The mundane lead up to a trial suddenly becomes a race against time when Hailey's husband is kidnapped to keep her from testifying. Will they find Jay in time? Or will a dangerous criminal evade justice yet again?

Chrysalis

An on the job injury changes Jay's life forever and he struggles to navigate the aftermath.

I Don't Know Me

Jay (at least that's what she said his name was) wakes up after a serious head injury with no memory of who he is or what happened to him. He's relieved when a woman shows up, telling him his name and claiming to be his wife. Finally, someone to fill in the blanks and answer some questions. Only�� something about Meredith doesn't seem quite right and he isn't sure he can trust her. But what other choice does he have?

Friends in Strange Places

Jay is taken hostage by drug dealers when a sting goes sideways. But when they find out that his name isn't Ryan Clarke things take an interesting turn.

Missed Opportunities

Have you ever watched an episode of Chicago PD and been disappointed that Jay wasn't more seriously hurt? Well then you're a monster but you're also in the right place because so am I. Alternate episode endings focused on the idea of increasing Jay Halstead Whump.

Childhood Secrets

When Jay learns that the man who molested him as a child is out of prison and that two of the man's other victims have been brutally raped and murdered since his release, he's pretty sure it's not a coincidence. But will he survive long enough to prove it?

Missing PTSD Moments

Missing moments from the show where the events taking place really should have triggered Jay's PTSD. Starting with the ambush from the opening of Forty-Caliber Bread Crumb.

Stigma

When a minor on the job injury opens a can of worms, how will the team handle the revelation that one of their own has been trapped in an abusive relationship? And that another member of the team isn't the person they thought she was. NOTE: This story might be difficult for Erin Lindsey lovers. Please know that I do not hate her, nor do I think she was abusive to Jay, she just fits with the plot that I've come up with.

9-1-1 Lone Star

Burner Phone

Someone from TK's past arrives in Austin to make amends. But is everything as it seems?

Making Him Jealous

When Sadie Beck escapes from prison, she finds another crazy way to get the relationship with Owen that she thinks fate has promised her, making him jealous. Will Carlos survive her latest strategy?

Miscellaneous

Thanksgiving - Brooklyn 99

Jake gets hurt when he and Amy's fathers are fighting, adding injury to insult. Tag to "Two Turkeys"

First Impressions - Marvel

Bruce Banner gets to meet Tony's new intern.

#masterlist #whump writing #jay halstead

[pxperplxnets]

hiii i love your oneshots so i wanted to request a one shot with sebastian montoya🫶🏻

summary: sebas and y/n are watching a show before y/n is attacked by forcefull tickles and an unintentional confession.

pairing: sebastian montoya x reader

word count: 707

warnings: none

lowercase intended!

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y/n had a massive problem.

it wasn't anything that could actually kill her, but it sure felt like it.

being in love with one of your closest friends is never ideal, even less when they definitely do not feel the same.

see, sebastian and her had grown really close throughout their positions as prema drivers. y/n was enchanted by him since the moment she met him, his compelling energy attracting her immediately. of course, she had eventually realised that her attraction was way past friendly and she was completely and utterly in love with him.

now, as she sat on his bed staring at the screen that projected andie sanberg in his usual police office scenery, she could feel sebastian's arm lightly touching hers. she was trying to focus on what was happening in the show, but she could not stop thinking about the contact of their arms. it wasnt anything major, they’d had touched way more than that (not in a sexual manner!!!) but she still couldnt concentrate in anything else.

he noticed her uneasiness, so he spoke.

“hey, you ok?” he asked, nudging her side softly. “yeah, why?” the girl tried to play it cool. “you're not paying attention to the show, what’s up?” sebas didn't want to be pushy, but he wanted to know what she was thinking about. “nothing, just thinking about stuff” she shrugged, looking back at the tv.

the boy was not happy with the answer. “tell me” he poked her side. “nada, sebas” (nothing) she tried to sound more serious in spanish “pero dime” (but tell me) he said, poking her side again. “¡nada, no seas pesado!” (nothing, don't be annoying!) y/n couldn't help but let out a laugh at the momentary tickle. “ok, you chose this” sebastian said before tickling her sides rapidly, making her laugh hysterically.

“no, no, no, sebas please!” she begged while laughing, squirming and trying to get away from his touch. “tell me and I'll let you go!” he couldn't help but laugh as he moved to hover over her to tickle her even faster.

they stayed like that for a few seconds, before she shouted “okay, okay! I'll tell you!” he stopped so she could speak, holding her wrists so he could tickle her again if needed. “the truth is…” she paused for suspense “brooklyn 99 is boring!” he looked as offended as ever. knowing that she didn't mean that, he started tickling her again. “that's not true! liar!” he laughed along with her “yes it is!” she tried her best to answer “take it back!” he moved even faster. “okay, okay, i take it back” she surrendered, making him stop.

he took a moment to watch her. her hair was a mess and she was panting, tears in the corners of her eyes from laughing. “you're so pretty,” he muttered, letting go of her wrists and climbing off of her. a carmison rush went up to her already flushed cheeks. “thanks, means a lot” she muttered back, sitting up. “I feel like I don't tell you that enough, even now that you know I like you.” her mind felt like she just had restarted windows in her brain when she heard his words.

“wait what?” confusion laced through her voice. “wait, you didn't know?” sebastian looked paler than normal and also confused. “was i supposed to?” she furrowed her eyebrows “i mean, hamda told me you knew!” he was red now, really red. “well, i didn't, so” she stuttered.

she was genuinely confused, like her brain didn't want to believe what he was telling her. “im sorry, i thought you knew,” sebas looked at her with an apologetic smile. “It's fine… i like you too, you know.” y/n didn't look at him as she spoke, so she missed the small smile that formed on his lips. “that's good to know,” he laughed faintly.

they stayed in silence for a while, sitting down more comfortably and trying to pay attention to the show that was still playing on the tv. they both couldn't shake the smile off their lips. a smile that only grew as she felt him scoot closer, wrapping his pinky finger on hers before grabbing her hand and interlocking their fingers.

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i lowkey really like this.

i had a lot of fun writting it, so i hope you like it!

#prema racing #prema #sebastian montoya #frecaoneshots #freca #premaoneshots #sebastian montoya x reader

[hamartia-grander]

Hell yeah i got some recs!! Most of mine are going to be more Hank and Connor or Reed900 centric, so keep that in mind.

From it's Own Wreck by Jivvin is my current favorite! It's a ghost au based on the film Just Like Heaven (2005) and it's full of gorgeous writing and has lots of great moments in it. I can't recommend it enough. It is incomplete, but the author regularly updates and it's a few chapters away from being finished.

Deviating and Solving Crime with 100% Human Detective Connor by CaptainKenway. Exactly what it says. You're solving crime with a 100% human detective, nothing else. Nothing suspicious about him. 0_0 It has some good angst and funny moments, and i really enjoyed reading it.

Detroit 07 by Rhinozilla is INCREDIBLE! It's a 38 part series (i know, im stilling working through it) and it's got so much angst, found family, comfort, crack shenanigans, and just as much plot as there is silly oneshots. It's got some OCs in it that are amazing and fit so well into the story, and it does deviate a little bit from the norm (different name for Nines for example, and no reed900) but it's still really good. Since there are so many parts to it and two of the parts are over 400k each, here are some of the smaller oneshots that can be read easily by themselves:

Color Wheel: Connor sustains minor damage to the hardware controlling his appearance. Everybody in the bullpen is united with one singular mission: do not let Connor know that his hair keeps changing colors.

The Breathing Graveyard: The DPD sends Connor to talk down a volatile deviant that's holed up in a trailer near the android scrapyard. It doesn't go the way any of them expect.

Bubbles: Connor gets stuck watching a lost little girl while they wait for her parents to come pick her up at the station.

And then i'd recommend Chapter 51 of Camaraderie if you're up for a wholesome father-son moment.

Through Your Veins by AceEmerson: Nines gets hurt and Gavin takes him back to his apartment to patch them up. There is also an android cat, first kiss, and TENSION

Secret by sv962: Role-reversal Reed900, first kiss. Tis very good. Semi-short at less than 5k and you want a good little role reversal, i recommend it.

The unexpected benefits of having a therapist terminator by texs_sins: Undeviated Nines decides to become Gavin's therapist to help improve their work partnership. 'Surely exposing himself to human emotions won't make a difference, after all nothing has ever made him deviate, right?' it's a fantastic fic and i love their take on Machine Nines and Deviated Nines. (fair warning because it's not listed in the tags, there's a little bit of smut in the last chapter, but easily skippable if you aren't up for it)

Beautifully Unique and Strange by cliffhanging: autistic Connor oneshot because we need more autistic Connor fics

Only Skin Deep by the AsexualofSpades: pre-relationship Reed900, where Nines tries to hide as much of his androidness in response to his anti-android partner five times and the one time he doesn't. It has a nice follow up fic too and i recommend it!

i think that's a fair amount to stop at, oh my god. And thanks again for your recs!! I'm gonna get reading to them tonight!! <3<3<3

Ahhh hell yes! Thank you so much!!

I have read the texs_sins fic (and most of theirs) but I'd definitely reread them bc I love them a lot so thank you for reminding me!

I am ALWAYS DOWN for more father son content with Hank and Connor, thank you SO much. It's so hard for me to find any these days.

Detroit 07... Almost sounds like a kind of Brooklyn 99 AU? In which case idk if I should read it just yet because I am also writing a dbh brooklyn 99 AU and I don't want to accidentally steal ideas or be influenced by someone else, but maybe after I post my own work I'll check it out! (two cakes!)

These all sound super fun thank you for the recommendations!! <333

#Dbh #Dbh fanfic #Fanfic recs #Thank you!!

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Get to Know Me Tag Game

Tagged by my old gold fandom buddy @eyesofshinigami- and a new fandom friend @angelselene thank you so much!!

Last song I listened to: Insane by Black Gryph0n & Baasik. Yes, I decided to watch Hazbin Hotel since its existence is apparently burning down corners of fandom and I find all the pettiness around a silly show about hell absolutely hilarious. And now I have a new, interesting aro/ace character to enjoy, thanks Radio Demon!

Currently Reading: Fanfic, mostly. But I've also started reading Chain Gang All-Stars by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah, which is my first actual book read in a year and I'm excited about it!

Currently Watching: Re-watching Brooklyn-99 (R.I.P. Andre Braugher) for the first time since I binged it during the early pandemic. As for ongoing shows, I continue to be hooked on Ghosts (U.S.) whose season 3 started airing and I adore it a perfectly healthy amount. And for like the 13th year in a row I remain addicted to RPDR and season 16 has me by the short hairs every Saturday morning yet again.

Currently Obsessed With: Trying to break my recent bout of writers block 🥲. I'm making some progress there though with a goofy oneshot I'm working on, along with my Missing Nin!Naruto WIP, an unpublished Regency Era project, and a little something extra for The Exception.

Tagging with no pressure (once again I have found my Tumblr feed difficult to keep up with so if any of you have already been tagged in this one I apologize!): @synestazja @evaofkonoha @b-lovedhunter @greatloverslieinhell @thunder-point

#tag game #I am very behind on these pings and catching up #sorry for the spam

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Shock Factor

Jake Peralta x Reader -  Life changing celebrations with a unlikely duo: a lawyer and a detective. [2.2K Words]

Requested by: @shycollectionwolfstuff​ - I hope you enjoy and that you don’t mind me indulging in my own plot ideas. My apologies for taking so long to write it. <3 

The muscles in your system ached from your sleep. The sunrise shone brightly behind your closed eyes as you twisted in your sheets, desperate for an extra five minutes in bed.

You knew it was early, too early to be a functioning human being. Before you could bury yourself in sleep, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you forward into a sea of blankets and pillows. “Good morning Sunshine,” a husky voice, belonging to none other than Jacob Peralta, greeted you. “Up and at’em, Babe.” 

Your boyfriend smiled when you pressed a groan into his chest. His eyes darting to your shared alarm clock, its blazing red numbers flashing as the time hit six in the morning. Jake dug within the sheets to bring your face up and towards his before planting a kiss on your nose, “We can do this!” He declared enthusiastically before whipping away the covers. 

Today was the day. 

You had been waiting for this day since you were a kid. Ever since little (Y/N) accidentally discovered the joys of Legally Blonde, Suits, and How to Get Away with Murder, she was fixated on a career in law. Whether it was environmental or business law, she was hooked on commanding a courtroom with her ingenious ideas and clever arguments.

Of course, this notion horrified some of the people in her life. Her adoptive dad, Raymond Holt, always had a distaste for lawyers. The profession contradicted everything he stood for: the validity of the justice system, rule and conduct, and his duty of putting away criminals. But seeing you light up the courtroom in your early years as a lawyer caused a change of heart. 

Jake had felt the same way when he met you. He had terrible run-ins with lawyers over his years on the force, too many to count. A thousand of sleaze-balls trying to convince a room that hardened criminals were innocent. But when he saw you that day working a pro bono case, he believed every word you said and he knew you did too. Your eyes shone with compassion for the victim, a layer of sympathy in your voice as you walked the jury through the course of events. Jake knew then his life would change for the better and that he wanted to have the biggest pleasure of being your cheerleader. 

After three years together, you’ve finally finished your doctorate in law studies and Jake got to be your sweet sweet date for the festivities. Today you get presented with your doctorate degree, and your entire circle was overjoyed with the news. The other half of your pair of adoptive fathers, Kevin Cozner, was particularly overjoyed since the new designation came with a professor position at Columbia University. Your entire extended family and the detective squad of the Ninety-Ninth precinct will be over at the Holt-Cozner house to celebrate your success before you walk on stage.

Jake was so excited to meet your family. He had many dinners with your parents before, more than either dad wanted, but this one was special. This time, Jake got to be a part of your story in a spectacular way. 

Peralta helped you change into your graduation dress, its pink silk dripping over your lazy limbs. You sleepily did your hair and make-up as Jake put on his fanciest button-up and tie. Your boyfriend moved like a 1980s animated cartoon, his feet moving fast while running from room to room making sure that the cupcakes you prepared the night before were neatly packed while also double checking that his dress shoes were perfectly shiny. Your boyfriend’s arms were frantic while ushering you out of the apartment, one hand on the small of your back while the other carried your purse. 

He kicked the door shut with his heel and as he whirled his head around you caught his lips in yours, slowing down his rushed heartbeat. The kiss was abrupt but there was a softness to it, something time-stilling about it. The cupcake container you held created a gap between the two of you. The space seemed to stretch for miles, but Jake’s hand never waivered from its place on you waist. 

“I love you.” You whispered, planting another kiss on his chin. 

“And I love you.” The detective replied with the ‘too’ dropped, because it wasn’t conditional to you loving him but a feeling that he harboured through his entire existence. 

The party buzzed throughout the morning. In the midst of Jake helping Kevin prepare his famous rice dish, there were a hundred musings of your childhood: pictures in the kitchen of you and your first spelling bee prize, trinkets of handmade pottery you’ve made for father’s day.

Jake could hear your Uncle Henry embarrassing you in the other room, telling the squad a story from when you were interning at his firm, ‘And she stayed till after closing trying to fix the damn printer so the attorney could present in the morning!’. There was an echo of laughter and Peralta could already imagine your face blushing in a bright cherry shade. 

His heart warmed. Jake always enjoyed his visits to your childhood home, especially when it included a slideshow of your baby pictures from your Aunt Janice and peaks into your childhood bedroom. He loved visiting so much that he almost felt guilty for what he was about to do. 

On cue, Holt arrived in the room requesting you and the squad to follow him into the kitchen. Soon the kitchen was overwhelmed with detectives, with you placed right in the middle of the circle of officers. “I got a call from Lieutenant Hicks from our neighbouring precinct, there has been a hack on several precinct firewalls causing havoc with missing evidence and perpetrators running free from holding cells. We need to get back to work right away.” The kitchen quickly filled with shots of confused questions and protests, all of which were silenced with another command. “We don’t have time to discuss the details. All units are to report for duty immediately.” 

The crowd dispersed with some unsatisfied grumbles. Only you, Jake, and your parents were left standing in the kitchen, the whistle of pots filled the thick silence. There was an immediate look of guilt radiating on Holt’s face. Though your dad usually bore a deadpanned face, you’ve grown to know the different shades of his expressions. “I am so sorry (Y/N), I know you’re walking the stage in a couple of hours but this will likely take up the rest of the morning.” He apologized, bringing in you into a hug. “The squad and I will try our best to make it back for the afterparty at Shaw's Bar.” 

“I understand, stay safe you two.” You replied, turning out of your father’s hug to give Jake one. You were used to these inconvenienced instances by now. Even if it were your birthday or your tenth-grade talent show, you understood from an early age that there was always someone in need of saving; that the absence of Holt during bedtime stories meant that he was fulfilling his job. 

The walk across from the stage was a lonely one, with only Kevin and some of your distant relatives cheering you on from the sidelines. But you strode confidently through the rest of the celebration, head held high and your pride in yourself never wavering. 

After the last of the names were called and the speeches from your professors were finished, you rushed outside to the university gardens with your purple and white New York University graduation gown swaying in the winds. Kevin was the first to greet you, engulfing you in an embrace that almost made your doctorate cap fall. He pulled away excitedly, gifting you a Columbia sweatshirt that had  ‘Professor Holt-Cozner’ embroidered on the sleeve. “I also got us matching lunch bags,” Kevin admitted with a shyness in his voice, “I know it’s not necessarily ‘hip’ to eat lunch with your dad but I hope you will at least give your old man a nod across the cafeteria.” He joked. 

You gave him a look, taken aback by his language “Dad, did you just use several informal nouns and an expression within the same sentence for humour reasons?” You teased, giving your father a look. 

The two of you shared a smile before the moment was interrupted by a loud ringing coming from your gown pocket. Your eyes scanned the phone screen, there were flashing letters telling you the district attorney was calling. “Hello District Attorney Melvin, what can I do for you?” You greeted, taken aback by the random call. It’s been years since you’ve taken a public case. 

You heard a rustling of papers on the other end of the line before the DA spoke ‘(Y/N), thank you for taking my call. I understand it’s been a while since you’ve worked at the office, but I have received a concerning call that a Jacob Peralta was taken into processing at the Seven-Four and is in need of legal representation.’ 

“The Seven-Four? Has that precinct been hacked as well?” Concern rippled through your body, unable to maintain your composure as you shot worried glances toward Kevin. “Nevermind, I’m on my way. Thank you for the call, Melvin.” 

The tips of your toes carried you up the stairs and into the precinct, your legs moving unfamiliarly as you tried to navigate the different levels of the building. You could feel your dad following closely behind you, making sure your dress didn’t snag on anything. 

The rest of your family party excused themselves home, the festivities of your day were long forgotten as you let your heart panic with anxiety at what’s to come. You can feel your heart beat rapidly as you made your way towards the interrogation room, guided by a police officer you’d already forgotten the name of. Your mind immediately went towards a million situations, all of which were some version of the worst-case scenario: Was Jake framed for a crime he didn’t commit? How will you be able to defend your way out of this one? Why is the officer leading you towards the roof? 

Your feet halted with the soft click of your heels silencing. You only now take notice that Kevin had stopped following you as the officer tipped his hat towards you without another word. Lost at what to do next, you had no choice but to go through the roof door. The Brooklyn night air stuck to your skin, its humidity mixing in with your anxiety sweats. 

There on the roof, surrounded by fairy lights and rose petals, stood your boyfriend. 

Before you could scold Jake for causing you to panic with another one of his pranks, he silenced your worries with a light touch of your hand. Peralta pulled you into his embrace so that the two of you were touching chest to chest, your body immediately melted into his touch, your mind already forgetting about your other worries. 

“There wasn’t an emergency at the precinct was there?” You asked, suspicion lacing your voice as your nose scrunched. For a lawyer, you weren’t very good at deducing the situation. 

“Nope,” He admitted smugly, “The Seven-Four: the precinct I worked at before coming to the Nine-Nine and also the day I decided that I wanted to marry you.” Jake was beyond nervous at this point but he wasn’t going to back down now. Despite the slick of his palms and the butterflies erupting in his chest, he continued carrying on with his monologue. “It was the fourth of July and we were celebrating at your uncle’s house. As fireworks blew up in the air, you said that you wanted to host a barbeque ten times as festive as the one he was hosting.” The detective began kneeling down on one knee, reaching into his pocket, “And that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, especially coming from someone whose dads are not quite the festive type.” He joked, finally revealing the ring. Jake took a deep breath, the tremble in his fingers giving away his jitters. Even in the months of preparing this ruse and lying about his whereabouts, the gravity of the situation hadn’t hit him until now. “You make everything into a celebration, and I want to be a part of that. (Y/N) Holt-Cozner, will you marry me?” 

The air thickened around you and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. You bent down towards Jake, not being able to bear the solo attention for too long. Your eyes began to water, feeling at a loss for words. “Yes,” you whispered. The word sounded like a promise, a spell that engraved your life with Jake’s forever. “Yes, I’d love to marry you.” 

The roof terrace erupted in cheers causing you to fall into Jake with surprise. Applause erupted from the squad with your family and friends emerging from hidden corners. Your now fiancé slipped the ring onto your finger and the two of you stood up to accept the many congratulations. The night spurred with energy as tables were quickly set up and Shaw’s Bar was brought up to the top of the Seventy-Fourth precinct. 

“So,” You began once you had a moment with Jake alone, “Why the elaborate prank?” Your question held no malice, only amusement your partner’s playful ways. 

Jake shook his head with a smile, bringing you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead “For the shock factor Babe, obviously.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully, turning your attention to the rest of the squad. Jake was right, you knew that there is always a need for spectacle with him, obviously. And you also knew that your prank loving fiancé meant well; that missing your graduation was just the small price he had to pay for the proposal to go smoothly.

As you chanced a glance at Jake while everyone was taking turns at giving toasts, your couldn’t help but consider yourself so lucky. The detective who helped your father find your family pet, Cheddar, when he got taken away, your best friend who was with you when your parents were going through a rocky time, and your lover when it came to all things celebratory is now your fiancé!

If you had told little (Y/N) that her love for Legally Blonde, Suits, and How to Get Away with Murder would cause her to meet the man of her dreams she wouldn’t have believed you. And even presently, as you stood hugging Jake’s side, you were a little lost for words.

‘Shock factor accomplished.’ You mumbled to yourself with a smile as you pulled the detective closer to you. And you could’ve sworn you saw a ghost of a smile grace on Jake’s face as you did.

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what i do / don’t write !

favs!!

୨୧ hurt/comfort, f!reader, gn!reader, angst, socmed aus, oneshots, third/second person, ship fics, fluff, whump, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers

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୨୧ strangers to lovers, no romance, found family, m!reader, college aus, coffee shop aus, poly, getting together, trans!reader

no!!

୨୧ nsfw, omegaverse, agere/littles/age play, abuse, hybrids, cheating, big age gap, real person fiction

fandoms i write for !

୨୧ mcu, harry potter, percy jackson/heroes of olympus, the hunger games, maze runner, brooklyn 99

[randombullshitsforeveryone]

Hello there! I'm back yet again;)

So here's some

Writing rules

Hehe- that was good wasn't it? (Please read it with a Youtuber-like tone, it'd be funnier)

Alright here we go!

So I will write pretty much anything but this is the majority of it and some rules as I said

I will write:

headcanons

(Character × reader)

oneshots if I'm feeling productive

Some movie analyses and criticism of needed

my personal opinion on a certain movie/game

Or just talk about whatever you ask me to

Stuff like this.

I will not write:

R*pe

Sexual abuse

Overly detailed SH

Pedophilia

I will write for/about:

Marvel:

Loki

Thor

The avengers

Odin

Thanos

Deadpool

Venom

Pretty much all of the characters.

Norse mythology.

Resident evil series:

(All of the characters)

Bungou stray dogs:

(All of the characters)

DC:

(Pretty much everyone)

Brooklyn 99:

Everyone.

Rick and Morty:

Everyone. Again.

#bsd chuuya x reader #rick sanchez #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya headcanons #rick sanchez × reader #marvel #chuuya × reader #chuuya x you #loki #loki and thor #loki of asgard #thor #dc universe #marvel comics #dc comics #mcu #loki/reader #loki agent of asgard #resident evil #chris redfield #luis serra #leon kennedy #claire redfield #jill valentine #norse mythology