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specialagentlokitty · 10 months

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Jake Peralta x Male!reader - surprise

Ooooo can I please request a “Brooklyn nine nine” Jake Peralta x platonic shy male reader who’s in the military and the adoptive son of Holt and Kevin. Pretty cute he surprised them and the 99 at his dads house having party - Anon💜

Standing in front of the door, you smiled to yourself as you quietly opened it and slipped in, setting your pack on the floor by the door, you turned around.

A few people stopped to look at you, and you walked over to one of them.

“Do you happen to know where I could find Keven and Raymond?” You asked quietly.

“I believe I last saw them upstairs.”

Nodding, you made your way upstairs, and followed the sound of talking.

The sound of what seemed to be people being told off and you pushed the door open, making everyone turn their attention towards you.

You smiled and saluted.

“(Y/N)…” Kevin whispered.

You smiled and the captain from the 99th precinct saluted you back.

You stepped into the room and walked over to them both, standing in front of them with your hands clasped behind your back.

“I missed you guys…” you whispered.

“We missed you too.”

Kevin placed his hand on your shoulder, and Holt held his hand out to you and you rolled your eyes, hugging him tightly.

He patted your back a few times and you hugged Kevin and he hugged you back.

“How long have you been back?”

“About two hours give or take.” You said.

They both nodded and you turned to the other people in the room.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt I uh.. I just wanted you guys to know I was home.”

“Are you turning in for the night?”

You shook your head.

“I’m going to head into my room.”

“It may be a mess, we had some snoopers.”

You smiled and nodded and wondered back downstairs to grab your bag and you rushed back up to your room and closed the door.

“Who’s that?!” Amy whisper yelled.

“That is our son (Y/N). You will leave him alone.” Holt said.

“You have a son?!” Jake gasped.

“Leave him alone.” Kevin repeated.

They finished scolding everyone and ushered them all down the stairs, but Jake had to get upstairs to talk to you.

So when he saw his opening he took it and rushed to the room he saw you go into and knocked frantically on the door.

Walking over, you opened it and Jake all but barrelled inside and grinned at you.

“Hello?”

“I’m Jake Peralta! What’s it like having captain holt as a dad?! Is he stern?! What’s Kevin like?!”

You just stared at him and peaked down the hallway, closing the door and you turned around to look at him.

“I uh.. didn’t my dads tell you to leave me alone?” You asked confused.

“Yeah but I suck at listening.” He grinned.

You nodded your hand and awkwardly stood there looking at him and Jake grinned at you.

“Are you all robotic too?”

You gave a small laugh and shook your head as you walked over to your desk, pulling out a chair you placed it in front of your bed and gestured to it.

Jake sat down and you sat at the top of your bed, looking at him.

“No, I’m not.”

“Is it weird they’re all like robotic basically? Like do they show emotion?”

You shrugged a little.

“Not really I guess. I’m used to it, I know they care…”

Jake carried asking questions and you sat there awkwardly answering them and not long later both your dads came rushing into the room.

“Peralta!” Kevin snapped.

“Sorry! Sorry I was curious!” Jake laughed.

“I’m sorry if he bothered you, he is going now.” Holt said.

You shook your head, waving your hand a little bit.

“It’s alright I guess. Is the party still going on?”

“Yes. You do not have to come down if you choose not too.”

“Thanks dad, but I’ll come down, at least you know he won’t sneak off again.”

Jake grinned sheepishly and you all went down the stairs.

Except this time Kevin and Holt both stuck to your side like glue, scaring anyone from the 99 away if they tried to get closer.

Sitting in a chair behind your dads, you gently tugged at Kevin’s hand and he looked down at you, turning around to look at you.

“Are you okay?” He whispered.

“Stop scaring them away.”

“You want to talk to them?”

“Not really but you know they’re going to keep asking you questions right?”

Kevin sighed and nodded his head.

“I suppose you are right. Raymond it may be best to address this now, you know they will not drop this subject.”

“I know.”

So they rounded up the 99 team and made everyone stand in front of them to ask questions and pretty much all of them were about you and about you growing up with your two dads.

As much as they didn’t want to, they answered the questions in the hopes it would make everyone drop the subject.

But Jake was determined he wanted to know anything and everything there was to know and he wasn’t going to stop until he knew literally everything.

Before leaving Jake looked at you and grinned.

“You’re my new best friend…” he whispered.

With that he left and you looked to your dads.

“He can’t be serious.”

“Unfortunately he is.” Holt sighed

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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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stanathanxoox · 4 months

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Completed Masterlist Updated 3/1/2024 PART 1

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sarcastic--metaphor · 10 months

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Mother Figure

It brings me endless delight knowing that Ben Reilly in ATSV is voiced by the one and only Jake Peralta. This is part of my omegaverse AU but can be read independently, basically i just really wanted to do the dad meme from B99

(You can also read it on Ao3)

Summary:

“What?” Ben asked, “Why’s everyone looking at me?”

Jessica snickered and said, “You just called Miguel Mom. You said ‘thanks, Mom’.”

In truth, the Spider Society was a real sausage fest, not that Ben hadn’t dabbled in getting with another alpha in the past. But he wasn’t the first or the last to notice that a lot of spider-people tended to be alphas. Almost all of them.

It could be considered a canon fact, if not for the only two omega spider-people in the entire multiverse. The new kid (if rumors were correct), and the big boss. And apparently the two of them got along well. Which was great. Great for Miguel specifically, who was probably secretly glad to have someone lacking the heady musk that alphas usually carried around.

Not that Ben thought there was anything wrong with the scent of a virile alpha such as himself. And he knew it wasn’t any of his business, but there was also a part of him that thought it wasn’t fair for a newbie to soak up so much of Miguel’s time and attention.

Not when someone like himself spent a lot of time getting into Miguel’s good graces, winning his approval through hard work and incredible skill. Ben could practically feel it, he and Miguel had something special. Though they differed in secondary genders, the boss was someone that had plenty of his own inner turmoil. Their tortured souls were who they were, and Ben knew this.

…Not that he wanted to court Miguel. At least not seriously. No, he just wanted some recognition for his fantastic success rate. He’d gone on plenty of solo missions, all with complete success, so Miguel knew he was good at what he did.

The only thing that got on his nerves was when he had to let someone else boss him around. He had a rep to maintain!

He also refused to admit that taking orders got a little easier when he worked directly under Miguel.

Because Miguel was bad. Bad in the good way, obviously.

Nothing but muscle, nothing but fang, and imposing even without saying a word. He would’ve been the ideal alpha. But the fact he was all that while being an omega, with that undercurrent of sugary sweetness to his scent that Ben could only ever smell faint traces of…

Who wouldn’t want to impress someone like that?

Which was why Ben jumped at the opportunity to lead his own team on a mission. Literally, he leapt through the interdimensional portal headfirst because he wasn’t scared of anything on the other side. And he didn’t go with just a handful of people either, he was responsible for his own task force consisting of over a dozen members.

Despite how cool he made sure to play it, he was determined to not fail. In the end, Ben patched the holes in the multiverse, got the bad guys set loose in the chaos, bagged them in webs, and was ready to toss them through a portal back to base. All while keeping injuries on his team to a minimum.

Minus the insane hit he took from a 2-D anvil thrown at his chest. He definitely had some internal damage, but what Ben was really hoping for was a cool scar.

Stupid blunt force trauma, how hard was it to find someone in the multiverse to give him a light stabbing?

But he didn’t complain. Like a good leader, Ben sent the bad guys packing and let the rest of his team jump through the portal first. Before he went through, he did one last survey of the area, tapped his wristband, and sent a heads-up to Miguel that the mission was wrapping up ahead of time. Then he leapt into those rings of orange light.

On the other side, he made sure to turn his stumble into a flip forward so he could land on his feet, no matter how much it made his ribs ache.

It was late at night in Nueva York, the Spider Society base eerily devoid of inhabitants. But one was waiting for him on the other side.

Miguel. He was speaking to Jessica, who was assigned as Ben’s second in command. She was talented, especially when she had to lug around a motorcycle on missions. But this was going to be credited as his win tonight.

“-but he did great,” Jessica said.

Miguel nodded, hands on his hips. The shadows under his eyes had gotten bad lately, a tragic symptom of taking on so much work himself. If Peter B. hadn’t talked Miguel into resting for a night, he probably would’ve headed Ben’s mission himself.

Despite not having his mask on, Miguel’s suit still covered him up to the neck. Whatever high-tech material it was did an infuriatingly good job at masking his scent, something that Ben never really understood. The head of a pack should make themself known, right?

“Hey, boss,” Ben said, gesturing to the heap of bad guys still groaning about their injuries.

Miguel looked his way and Ben traced every single minute shift in his expression. The lessening tension in his jaw, the quiet exhale, the upward tilt of his chin. Miguel wasn’t just relieved it went well, he was basically ecstatic.

Not that Ben particularly cared what Miguel thought about him.

Ben laced his hands together behind his head, “Yup, another perfect job.”

Miguel smiled, closed-lipped to conceal those wicked fangs of his. “Good work, Ben. Send these idiots back to their home dimensions and go get some rest, you’ve earned it.”

“Hell yeah! Thanks, Mom.”

Ben turned to sling an unconscious bad guy over his shoulder. When he stood back up, he paused.

Miguel, Jessica, and the rest of his team were all staring at him.

“What?” Ben asked, “Why’s everyone looking at me?”

Jessica snickered and said, “You just called Miguel Mom. You said ‘thanks, Mom’.”

His stomach dropped into a pit of ice water. Ben looked around to see if anyone else also didn’t believe her.

“No, I didn’t!” Ben said, meeting no sympathetic faces (or masks), “I said man. Thanks, Man!”

Then his own team started turning on him. One of the Spider-Men raised his hand, “Uh, I heard it, too. You definitely said Mom.”

A few stifled chuckles rang out.

“Enough,” Miguel said, not looking at Ben. He held a hand out and all noise fell silent. So cool.

Miguel added, “You’re all professionals, so act like it. I also want a full mission report and any data collected sent to my lab in twenty-four hours.”

Everyone nodded and played nice when the boss was still around. But when Miguel turned his back, more than one shot knowing glances at Ben. It didn’t need to be said that he, as team leader, was the one responsible for delivering said information. So he’d definitely be seeing Miguel sooner than he wanted to.

Fuck.

Ben busied himself with sending the villains home. He hit the showers and picked up something to eat from the cafeteria, but only blew off an hour or two. Any time he encountered someone else, Ben quietly braced himself for needling remarks. He thought for sure that the story was going to spread like wildfire, but no one said anything yet.

It still didn’t sit right with him because Ben absolutely did not want to believe he called Miguel O’Hara mom. Rather than going to sleep still thinking about it, he swung over to Miguel’s lab, knowing full well the other was still awake.

This portion of the HQ was definitely an acquired taste. The cluttered tech and the low lighting very much made this Miguel’s private space. And he marked it as such, a faint trace of his sugar-and-spice scent hanging in the air.

He found Miguel high on his floating platform, as usual. Ben swung up without announcing himself, knowing the other had freakishly good hearing. He landed in a perfect pose behind Miguel, not that the other saw it.

“I got that report, boss.”

“Good, Lyla can take it.” Miguel said, still with his back to Ben.

It made his stomach twist and churn. When Ben hesitated, Miguel’s hands paused over his console.

“Is there anything you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Uh, no.” Ben said, a little too quickly. “Why?”

Lyla manifested over Miguel’s shoulder, smiling wide as she waved at him. Meanwhile, Miguel finally turned to face Ben. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“Don’t overcompensate. And don’t bullshit me, either. Just tell me, you didn’t mean it, right? You don’t really see me as a… a mother figure?”

The ice was back, creeping up his spine and threatening to make him shiver.

Ben crossed his arms. “No way! If anything, I see you as a bother figure because you’re always bothering me!”

Lyla put her hands on her hips. “Hey, show your mother some respect.”

Miguel muttered something under his breath and said, “Stop it, both of you.”

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. Then Miguel said, “Look, I’m not going to bring it up again. I only asked because I’m not that much older than you. You know that.”

But he was also the only mature omega around.

Not that Ben was going to point that out.

He said, “It won’t happen again. Not that I’m admitting it ever happened at all, obviously. Because it didn’t, Miguel.”

As Lyla laughed, Miguel pursed his lips.

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Ben was overcompensating, which took more strength than Miguel had at the moment to diffuse properly. He already lacked the willpower to fully confront the reality he was finally called mom by another spider-person. And not even by one of the kids, by fucking Ben.

If only he went to bed a few hours ago. If only he could let himself trust a team to handle their mission without putting himself on standby as backup.

Shit like this was what Miguel got for being such an anomaly even among other super humans. He’d seen one or two of them glance his way from time to time. He’d even seen some of the braver alphas make obvious plays at posturing for him. He didn’t hide his omega status, never had, but he also wasn’t interested in being anyone else’s bed warmer. And he was not ever going to let someone brag about banging the boss. But something like that was predictable. It could be planned around.

This thing with Ben was a weird new issue that came with being an omega in charge.

“Ben,” he said, keeping his voice low but firm.

“I mean it! It won’t happen again.”

And as the other flipped his hair and pouted, Miguel could feel the creeping urge to look toward the heavens for guidance. He thought alphas were supposed to go after the skinny, pretty omegas. Not ones like him.

As much as Miguel wasn’t anyone’s omega, he was also not anyone’s babysitter or mother. He was not going to purr for them or get out of their way. He growled and pushed through crowds as well as any alpha.

You’re still not like them, he reminded himself.

It wasn’t that he thought anyone would challenge his authority directly, not when doing so meant gaining a multiverse on your shoulders and too many sleepless nights to count. These were supposedly his people. The good guys. And they thought he belonged among them.

So he tried a new approach.

Miguel shrugged and relaxed his jaw, “If you’re so sure it never happened… then good job, Ben. You led the mission well. I actually have another assignment that could use an experienced head, if you want it.”

He pulled up a few screens, flipping them around so Ben could observe the glitching occurring in a few neighboring universes. A strange pattern given that there was no obvious source.

Just as predicted, Ben paused. Miguel could practically see him turning this new information over in his head.

“It might get dangerous,” Miguel said. “We haven’t been able to locate the source of the interdimensional overlapping, so it could come from anything. If you’re worried–”

“I’m not scared!” Ben said, raising his voice. Miguel showed no reaction.

Ben crossed his arms, “I mean, I’m not worried. My team, maybe. But never me.”

“Good. Then I need a full survey of the afflicted dimensions done as soon as possible.”

“Not a problem, you know I always get the job done.”

At that, Miguel smiled. “I do. That's why I trust you completely.”

He knew what he was doing. He gave Ben an encouraging nod, which was even better than reprimanding or taunting him.

Let Ben lead under the knowledge that his mother figure/omega was trusting him with something important, a gesture that could get just about any alpha to preen.

Just as predicted, Ben pulled his mask over his face to hide that mild blush and stood up straighter. Miguel knew Ben’s whole melodramatic-hero thing wasn’t an act. So it didn’t surprise him when the other didn’t hesitate to download the data to his watch and swing off, despite not being assigned his team yet.

Or delivering his prior report. Which Miguel did kind of need.

Oh, well. He’d had enough bullshit for tonight. For once, he was going to let himself push something off until tomorrow.

#atsv #miguel o'hara #ben reilly #omega miguel #alpha everyone else #omegaverse

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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

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Some Saphael AU ideas and prompts, because there needs to be more CONTENT:

Nurse AU: Simon and Raphael are both nurses in different hospital wards but it literally just this tiktok:

Police AU: Simon and Raphael are detective partners. Raphael is well dressed and functional, Simon is Jake Peralta with a penchant for forgetting his anxiety meds. So naturally, they fall in love.

Roommates AU: Raphael and Simon share an apartment but theyve never gotten along all that well so Simon tends to avoid him. Raphael is packing for his trip home for Easter when the pandemic hits.

Nerd/Jock AU: Simon gets asked to prom… by Raphael… HOLY SHIT! Simon just got asked to prom by Raphael.

Time travel AU: Simon is a time traveller, Raphael is the mysterious immortal he runs into in every now and again in each new time period he visits, like it’s some kind of reoccurring bit. (This is based of of another persons post but I’ve since lost the link lmk what it is and I’ll add it)

Regency AU: Raphael is a desirable bachelor amongst the men of the most honourable nobility, but each expression of admiration and attempt at courting him simply does not seem to bear fruit. Enter Simon, who although is known as the prodigious son of social elites is in reality, a recluse of a man who spends his days tinkering rather than learning social etiquette and proper decorum. Raphael is, quite understandably, enamoured.

Boy next door AU: Simon has lived next to Raphael for as long as he could remember. He’s had a huge crush on him for most of it.

Ghost Hunter (AKA buzzfeed unsolved) AU: Simon is a ghost hunter with his own channel, Raphael is the demon he picked up on the way. Simon walks into haunted buildings and Raphael prevents him from dying, usually he can also be found vehemently denying the very existence of the supernatural whilst alpha dogging the rest of the ghost and demons they encounter into submission.

Country town: Simon is a musician and Clary is an artist, a little time off in Bordertown wouldn’t hurt to get all those creative juices flowing. They enter a quaint little town and interact with the colourful locals. Simon is drawn to one in particular.

Found fam: The Clan is Found Family for Raphael and Simon

Reunion AU: Simon and Raphael return to their old high school with the rest of their graduating class.

#simon lewis #raphael santiago #saphael fanfic #saphael #writing prompt #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #shadowhunters #vampire #fanfic ideas #someone write something I’m desperate #I’m living on CRUMBS #malec #could also work with some prompts

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My Promptober Masterlist! For whomever might like a thing I've done and would like to read more... Here it is! This year is not complete (neither was last year, although I did twice as much), but I created every day and created for all my fandoms, so it is a success for me! I posted for 23 days, with 19 fanfics or drabbles, and 4 moodboards, over 10 fandoms!

Day #1 Prompt: Hand holding (Kinktober) | I've got you (Flufftober) | How many fingers am I holding up? (Whumptober) Work: Star Trek TNG promptober drabbles Chapter 1: Just in case (Tumblr) Rating: T Pairing(s) William Riker & Deanna Troi, (pre) Troi/Riker Summary: Word count 200

Day #2 Prompt: Family, friends and loved ones (Flufftober) Work: Party Hard Chapter 1: Arrival (Tumblr) Rating: M Pairing(s) Arthur Pendragon/Merlin, Gwaine/Percival, Gwen/Lancelot, Morgana Pendragon/Mithian Summary: A group of friends reunited for a play party ~ A mix of prompts from flufftober and kinktober. Word count 867

Day #3 Prompt: Lap pillow (Kinktober) Work: A lucky guy (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Nick Nelson/Charlie Spring; Nick Nelson & Imogen Heaney Summary: Imogen falls asleep using Nick as a pillow Word count 100

Day #4 Prompt: Shock (Whumptober) Work: Star Trek TNG promptober drabbles Chapter 2: A familiar stranger (Tumblr) Rating: T Pairing(s) William Riker & Deanna Troi, (pre) Troi/Riker Summary: A coda for 2x14, where Will is offered command of the Aries and sees his father for the first time in 15 years. Word count 200

Day #5 Prompt: Collaring (Kinktober) Work: Party Hard Chapter 2: Negotiation & Collaring (Tumblr) Rating: M Pairing(s) Gwaine/Percival Summary: A group of friends reunited for a play party Word count 1098

Day #6 Prompt: First kiss (Kinktober) | Corn maze (Flufftober) Work: Who knew you could pack a punch, Merlin? (Tumblr) Rating: T Pairing(s) Arthur Pendragon/Merlin Summary: Arthur heard a low growl on the right, behind him, and froze. The sound continued, slowly closing on him, and his body moved of its own accord. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him but not so fast as to crash through the corn. Word count 648

Day #7 Prompt: Wax play (Kinktober) Work: Party Hard Chapter 3: Trickling love (Tumblr) Rating: M Pairing(s) Gwen/Lancelot Summary: One couple is always a delight to observe: Gwen and Lancelot, who have decided to use wax that night. Word count 128

Day #8 Prompt: Napping together (Kinktober) | Rainy day (Flufftober) Work: The perfect nap (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Morgana & Aithusa Summary: A rainy day is the best set-up for a nice nap Word count 430

Day #10 Prompt: Love of my life (Flufftober) | 'You said you'd never leave' (Whumptober) Work: Love of my life and assorted drabbles Chapter 1: Love of my Life (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Bucky/Steve Summary: Bucky gently let his fingers glide over the keys. Love of my life. When he discovered the song, he cried. The lyrics pierced his heart and haunted him for days. Word count 584

Day #12 Prompt: Chaste kiss (Kinktober) | Fire & Ice (Flufftober) Work: A Cosy fire (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago Summary: Jake and Amy escape for the weekend and land in the middle of a snowstorm... thankfully there is a fireplace to keep them warm and cosy! Word count 100

Day #13 Prompt: Heartbeat, Playing with one's hair (Kinktober) | I don't feel so good (Whumptober) Work: Love of my life and assorted drabbles Chapter 2: Nightmare (Tumblr) Rating: T Pairing(s) Bucky/Steve Summary: Some hurt/comfort after a nightmare Word count 100

Day #15 Prompt: Massaging (Kinktober) | Supressed suffering/I'm fine (Whumptober) Work: Love of my life and assorted drabbles Chapter 3: Shoulder pain (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Bucky/Steve Summary: Bucky's shoulder is hurting him and Steve is here to help. Word count 100

Day #16 Prompt: Singing one another to sleep (Flufftober) Work: Sleep my friend, tomorrow will be better (Tumblr) Rating: T Pairing(s) Gwen & Morgana Summary: Gwen hated seeing Morgana sad. Anytime her friend seemed to be feeling down in any way, Gwen would immediately try to do something about it. But really, what Gwen hated the most was seeing Morgana cry. Word count 1472

Day #17 Prompt: Cooking/Sharing food (Kinktober) Work: A good broth to cure a bad mood (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Darcy Lewis/Natasha Romanov Summary: With autumnal weather and temperatures, people tend to feel a bit blue. Thankfully, when Darcy feels down, Natasha is here to comfort her. Word count 23

Day #18 Prompt: Spanking (Kinktober) Work: Party Hard Chapter 4: Back to the stocks (Tumblr) Rating: M Pairing(s) Arthur Pendragon/Merlin Summary: Word count 215

Day #19 Prompt: Floral bouquet (Whumptober) Work: Goddamn flowers (Tumblr) Rating: T Pairing(s) Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy Summary: For God’s sake. Why couldn’t they go one week without any incident? Jim had once more managed to do something resulting in him needing medical attention. While he was planetside visiting a potential shore leave destination, of all times and places! How did one do that? ~~ Or, Jim sees flowers that remind him of Earth and, as it turns out, is allergic to them. To no one's surprise. Word count 669

Day #21 Prompt: Panties & Lingerie, Bathing (Kinktober) Work: Goddamn flowers Chapter 2: Down time (Tumblr) Rating: M Pairing(s) Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy Summary: After the Flower scare, the planet is declared fit for shoreleave, and the captain and his chief medical officer enjoy some free time. Word count 812

Day #23 Prompt: Trinket (Flufftober) Work: A trinket to remember their rocky start and get him through the rocky days (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Hugh Culber/Paul Stamets Summary: Hugh touched the chain around his neck. He had picked up the habit a few years into his relationship with Paul, whenever his partner did something reckless. Word count 100

Day #24 Prompt: Sex Toys (Kinktober) Work: Plug in baby (Tumblr) Rating: E Pairing(s) Gwaine/Percival Summary: When Gwaine had first mentioned it, Percival had been very surprised. They had been playing a lot lately, exploring new things in bed together, but this was another level. It wasn’t just a little spice during sex, that they could end quickly if needed, in the safety of whoever’s place they were staying the night at. Word count 780

Day #25 Prompt: Nook (Flufftober) |Domesticity (Trektober) Work: Goddamn flowers Chapter 3: Finish in a flourish (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy Summary: Shore leaves comes at an end Word count 27

Day #27 Prompt: Outdoor event (Flufftober) Work: Pining under the stars (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Aziraphale/Crowley Summary: Aziraphale pines, from under the starry sky. Word count 100

Day #29 Prompt: Bonus : create a Xover (Flufftober) Work: A visit from an old family friend (Tumblr) Rating: T Pairing(s) Akhmenrah & Morpheus Summary: It was a typical night at the British Museum. Akhmenrah had been walking around the exhibits for some time, when he felt the smallest of disruptions. Word count 200

Day #31 Prompt: Free (Kinktober) Work: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the prettiest player of them all? (Tumblr) Rating: M Pairing(s) Gwaine/Percival Summary: A hotel room, a huge mirror, and two very horny hockey players. What more do you need? Word count 1000

#Laevateinn #Laevateinn's Promptober 2023 #Fanfic #Moodboard #BBC Merlin #MCU #Star Trek #Strat Trek TOS #Star Trek Discovery #Good Omens #Brooklyn 99 #Night at the Museum #The Sandman #Heartstopper #Flufftober #Kinktober #Whumptober #Trektober #merlin fluffalooza 2023

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citrine444 · 1 month

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NOAH FONTAINE picked up his key from the front desk THREE MONTHS ago. The TWENTY-SEVEN year old uses HE/HIM pronouns and is a DJ AT CATCH ME IF YOU CAN from CLEVELAND, OHIO. According to his apartment application, people have told him he looks a lot like MAXENCE DANET FAUVEL and the character they identify with most is JAKE PERALTA FROM BROOKLYN99. (SOPHIE, 24, SHE/HER, GMT - 8)

Basics

full name: noah fontaine hometown: cleveland, ohio sexuality: yes age/ birthday/ zodiac: 27 / march 20th / pisces height: 6’0 languages spoken: english, high school-level french traits: fun-loving, immature, free spirit, frivolous, hardworking

Background

noah fontaine, originally born noah richard brown, came into the world on march 20th, to parents michael brown and camille fontaine brown. his upbringing was colored by fond memories of a bustling household with three older sisters, where he, the youngest, often found himself vying for attention. whether he was forcing his family to sit through impromptu one-man-shows or wreaking havoc on his sisters, noah always found a way to make his presence known amidst the chaos. as he transitioned into high school, noah's enthusiasm for traditional education waned, reflecting in his less-than-stellar grades and uncertain outlook on the future. instead, he found his place in the world of youtube. daily uploads became his creative outlet, ranging from movie and song reviews to vlogs featuring his friends. despite his efforts, success seemed elusive, leaving him questioning his path. however, noah's journey took an unexpected turn. learning his father had an affair shattered the stability he once knew, causing him to distance himself from his paternal ties. he decided he no longer wanted anything to do with his dad. he adopted his mother's maiden name, severing the last link to his father before pouring himself into his career as a distraction. noah's breakthrough arrived with his viral one-man rap inspired by the movie "frozen" went viral in 2013. he reshaped his youtube content to showcase his brand of humor, resonating particularly with a younger audience he labeled “fontainiacs”. hungry for new inspiration, noah's gaze turned to chile, where a wave of fellow creators had migrated. without hesitation, he packed his bags, ready to immerse himself in the city for his next big adventure.

Personality

a "himbo" and a "yes man," lacking that filter that cautions against impulsive actions. forever in pursuit of thrill and recognition, he embodies a carefree spirit. immaturity and recklessness define his approach to finances, yet he displays unwavering dedication to his career. though not renowned for his intellect, he compensates with an unmatched work ethic, ensuring that his career remains his top priority.

Head Canons

- he's gay, but he has a special connection to classical music, there are many things that are interesting about him - prefers the company of women because of his family dynamic - unapologetic swiftie - doesn't hate anyone except his dad and jake gyllenhaal - knows a lot about pop culture, who is dating who, etc - can’t have a single conversation without bringing up mr. beast (his idol) - swears he was at jake paul’s wedding (you can’t prove that he wasn’t) - was supposed to be in the video - first adult purchase was a supreme bag -PR teams worst nightmare, doesn’t known when to stop talking, probably definitely cannot read the room

Wanted Connections

- content creators to collab with!! - fake relationship - perhaps he decides to pursue a relationship because it would be good for views and respects the creator, then if the vibes are right maybe they fall for each other - friends - i will never say no to a grumpy sunshine or sunshine sunshine friendship - enemies - give him ur worst ! needs someone to write a diss track about - ex flings/situationships - mans is a lover boy but there was probably someone he dated or was seeing before he started pouring himself into his career and they left things weird

#noahfontainethread #noahfontaineintro #valpohqintro

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lukas-dusk · 4 months

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Time family AU

Doctor - dad

Doctor who

Kaya - mom

Logan & Peter Parker

Wolverine - Marvel - Spiderman

Tony Stark & Bruce waine

Marvel - Dc

John wick

Eddie Brock

Marvel

Dean Winchester

Supernatural

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Sam winchester

Supernatural

Jake Peralta

Brooklyn 99

Sherlock Holmes

Barry Allen & Harley Quinn

Steve Harrington

Stranger things

Harry Potter

Harry potter

Scott McCall & Thomas

Teen wolf - Le labyrinthe

Malicia/rogue

Marvel

Percy Jackson

Jenny

Doctor who

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Mom and Dad compilation

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Doctor : I need you to come meet me, and I need you to come alone.

Kaya : And I need you to be less vague and weird.

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Doctor : Honey, is that legal?

Kaya : When there's no cops around, anything's legal!

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Kaya, holding in their laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?

Doctor!12 : A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language.

Kaya :

Kaya : Water you doing?

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Police Officer : You have the right to remain silent.

Doctor : I choose to waive that right!

Doctor : *screaming*

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Kaya : So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Doctor and not do the thing,

Kaya : Well there’s a clear right answer here.

Kaya : *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

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Doctor, to Kaya : Well, one of us has to be wrong and it’s not going to be me.

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Doctor : Just trust me. Have I ever put you in an unsafe or uncomfortable situation?

Kaya : All the time.

Doctor : Then you should be used to it by now.

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Kaya : I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.

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Doctor : Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Kaya : Go the fuck to sleep Doctor.

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Kaya : Everyone has a toxic trait. Except my husband, they’re perfect.

Doctor : Wrong! My toxic trait is how badly I want to domesticate a raccoon!

#time family au #incorrect quotes #the doctor #doctor who #oc #crack #ship #couple #tenth doctor #eleven doctor #Nine doctor #twelve doctor #thirteenth doctor

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sibsteria · 2 years

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Fog and Clouds

Prologue Chapter One

Jake Peralta & Marcus White x fem!Reader

Masterlist

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“Hey, got you a drink.” The grin of my ex-coworker brightens my view.

“Thanks! What…is this?” I swirl the alcohol around the glass.

“It’s champagne mixed with 30-year-old scotch and top shelf tequila. Captain said a two drink maximum but he did not set a price limit-” he lifted his fingers to point at his temple, “smort.”

“Well, I cannot wait, cheers-” Out flutes clink together, before we raise them to our mouths.

“Oh, god, it’s horrible!” I gag at the grim liquid sloshing around in my mouth.

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have added the olive juice.” Jakes face matches my own.

“Ewww!” I whine.

“Hey, so listen, the thing I said to you in the evidence room? About how it was a mistake? That was a lie, I don’t believe that at all.” He looks suddenly serious.

“What are you saying?”

“I know that you’re moving to St. Louis, I’m not trying to change that. And I get there’s stuff I can’t control, but this morning I told you that I didn’t mean any of it, and that was a lie. I just don’t want to hold anything back.”

“Well…I’m kind of stuck on words, right now. I don’t think it was a mistake either, Jake. But I’ve already booked my flight and packed my apartment and put it up for rent and-”

“Honestly, it’s okay, if I know you- I like to think I do- you won’t be away from New York for long.”

“So, I guess we just have to leave it up to chance.”

“Guess so.”

“Well, I’m gonna chug this in under a minute because I don’t want to waste what you gave me-“

“I’m-gonna-chug-this-in-under-a-minute-because-I-don’t-want-to-waste-what-you-gave-me title of your sex tape!”

I let a genuine grin creep up my face.

“He’s back.”

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I look around my apartment, empty rooms and blank walls stare back at me.

So many memories here, some terrible and horrible but there were gems that made up for it.

Most of the stuff I packed is going to charity- or being thrown away, so I only have a couple of boxes and suitcases.

I travel to my once-bedroom, one of my boxes lay on its side, spilling its contents.

I saunter over, kneeling at the box, pulling it up from its side I look at the fallen items.

Some books, a couple of magazines and-

A bar napkin, with a couple of doodles.

The one from my purse the night Jake and I…that we…

I’m not upset, it’s a fond memory, I just wish it didn’t turn out this way.

I’ll be back here, maybe we can’t start fresh.

I tuck the napkin into my bag, a keepsake.

I hear the honk of a car outside, my ride is here.

Luckily I live on the ground floor, so loading the boxes won’t be too much trouble.

“Need any help?” Terry shouts from his rolled down window.

“If you don’t mind.” I smile.

“Anything for you.”

He exits his car, picking up three boxes like they’re nothing.

I take the remaining two and follow him to the boot of his car. Only two large boxes fit in, the rest being put in the back. I run way and grab my two suitcases, putting them on the backseat as well .

“Airport?”

“Airport.”

Terry didn’t drink tonight, so he was able to drive me there, he’s such a kind soul.

The drive is calm, some ballads drone in from the local radio station, filling the car with sound.

“You really wanna do this?”

“Of course…” I try to think of a reason why.

“You don’t sound so sure.”

“Maybe I’m not, but if it doesn’t work out, I’ll be on the first plane back.”

“If it does? You better visit, I can’t control the troublesome two on my own.”

Jake and Charles.

“Absolutely, I wouldn’t be visiting just for them, you’re apart of my life too. You’re like family to me, Terry. And you know how much luck I’ve had with them, you all matter.”

He gives me a soft, joyous look.

“You’re my family too.”

We rolled into the car park.

“We’re here.” He shut off his car.

“Thanks again, for this.”

“It’s no trouble, c’mon, I’ll help you load a dolly.”

I’m so grateful for this man, he’s like the brother I never had, because I refuse to acknowledge the brother I do have.

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Looking out the window, at the passing scenery, I pause. The sun has done down already, so the starts are brighter, the dark is deep and raw.

It sets in.

I’m not going to be living in New York.

I’m not going to see Jake, Charles, Terry, any of them, every single day.

New start, new city.

At least I’ll have Garrett.

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i-may-be-an-emu · 1 year

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My trans (ftm) Jake peralta headcannon:

B99 SPOILERS BEWARE

Also TW PERIODS MENTIONED

He realised he was trans in grade 8-9

He came out to Gina around then and she helped him deal with dysphoria and periods and stuff.

Gina gave him his first haircut and helped him come out to his mum in grade 10.

She was alright with it but not the best.

He fully came out then and got bullied a little but not many people gave him trouble.

Rosa found out in the academy cause they put him in her dorm. They were the only two people in there and Jake would kinda just chill in his binder cause Rosa didn't care and was super supportive.

Jake used bandages to bind once bc his binder was too old and not working, he ended up chasing a perp and then he collapsed warranting Gina and Rosa absaloutly LECTURING him about how he has to be safe.

He came out to the squad after that and they helped him save up for top surgery.

They counted his other debt, but not any of the money that they gave him for that.

Jake packs most days but forgets to a ton.

He also has adhd.

When he told Holt he was super understanding and hugged him.

When he went to prison it was tough, thankfully he was able to hide his scars and the fact he didn't have a downstairs part, he did get beat up once though when one guy found out but jake didn't tell anyone for months.

When he and Amy were trying, they were actually trying to find a doner.

Jake had started testosterone in senior year, and is now 20 years or so on T (I think he's in his 30s right? I can't do math sorry)

The vulture commenting on his lady wrists? TRANSPHOBIA!!

The squad goes to pride every year.

Holt, Rosa and Jake have a group chat.

Also Jake is bi.

Im going through a B99 phase rn and i love this headcannon

#Ftm #Transgender #Trans #B99 #Trans headcannons #Jake peralta is Trans #lgbtq

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lydslovr · 1 year

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share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice) 🎥🎬📺

liam dunbar - teen wolf

harlan briggs - wolf pack

emily prentiss - criminal minds

jj maybank - outer banks

asher adams - all american

arthur pendragon - merlin

ashtray - euphoria

lexi grey - grey's anatomy

eric forman - that 70s show

jake peralta- brooklyn nine nine

#tag game #my previous one got list so im very happy you asked

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impossiblyizzy · 1 year

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2-5 for the writing wrapped!

Thanks Fee!!

2) Did you have any writing goals? Did you meet them or not?

I don’t remember! If I was aiming to rewrite my novel, I failed. If I wanted to finish Prospect Heights, I definitely succeeded!

3) How many projects did you work on this year?

Too many!! In addition to PH I posted four fics across three fandoms and started many more that never went anywhere, although hopefully a couple of them will eventually turn into something I can post.

4) Favorite paragraph you wrote this year?

Oh this one’s hard! I’m going to go with this paragraph from All Or Nothing:

Jake has been out as ace for a few years. He’s totally secure in his identity! He makes, like, ten percent less overcompensating sex jokes now. He took a break from dating while he figured himself out, and then he realised he was in love with his best friend, and then he realised that his best friend was obviously in love with him too, and here they are. There’s been a lot of hand-holding and a lot of kissing, and he found an old bit of paperwork with Charles Peralta written on it a bunch of times. Things seem to be going pretty well, romantic stylez.

I feel like it packs a lot into one paragraph, establishing Jake's ace-ness for anyone who hasn't read Aced It and bridging the gap between the two fics in a succinct and funny way.

5) Favorite line of dialogue you wrote this year?

I really like this part of In Your Arms:

‘When I was growing up I thought I was the only person in the world who felt like this,’ the Captain says. ‘And then, when I was in the army – well, you hear stories. But I never met anyone first-hand. It still felt like it was just me. But I understand now, really understand, that the world is full of…’

‘People like us?’ Pat says.

The Captain and Pat manage to come out to each other without actually *saying* anything, because it felt tonally in keeping with the show and the time periods they lived through, and also because they both already *know* so there’s no real need to spell it out to each other.

Ask me writing questions!

#izzy says words #my writing

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fakecmpire · 1 year

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smoke tricks. eating leftover takeout directly out of the fridge. dancing around in your underpants. making up constellations. giving your clothes the sniff test. the alleged car. never accomplishing anything because you’re too scared to try. socks with holes in the toes. stealing every sweater you’ve ever been lent. art for art’s sake. lazy summer afternoons. a collage of posters and concert tickets. staying up all night talking. saturday morning cartoons. pizza with all the toppings.

statistics.

full name: daniel dixon-daubney nickname(s): 3D, danny name meaning: god is my judge age: twenty-five date of birth: june 29th star sign: cancer place of birth: winona, minnesota current location: grimrose, new hampshire gender: trans-male pronouns: he/him sexual orientation: pansexual religion: agnostic occupation: employee at the clearing family: david dixon-daubney (father, nick offerman), shawna dixon-daubney (mother, katheryn hahn), older sister (tbd) education level: high school living arrangements: a terrible apartment in edgewater oasis, which he shares with koda financial status: uhhhh well it could be a lot worse, all things considered spoken languages: english

inspirations.

shaggy rogers (scooby doo) pete “the plug” conlan (dimension 20: the unsleeping city) fred frederickson (big hero six) lip gallagher (shameless) todd chavez (bojack horseman) jason mendoza (the good place) jake peralta (brooklyn nine-nine)

biography.

Born in Minnesota, 3D and his family moved to Grimrose when he was five years old, just in time for him to start at a local kindergarten and get really integrated with the community.

The town had a reputation in certain circles, one that was of great interest to 3D’s parents, Shawna and David. The pair have been fascinated by cryptids and other supernatural phenomena their whole lives, and have dedicated a lot of time to the pursuit and study of said phenomena - they actually met in college, each on separate trips to Oregon hoping to catch sight of Bigfoot.

Shawna and David perhaps aren’t the sort of people you’d immediately associate with a place like The Clearing. They’re both bermuda-shorts-wearing, fanny-pack-owning, glasses-on-a-string-around-the-neck types, aggressively midwestern and unfailingly mild-mannered and kind. Still, they built their little haven from the ground up, and it’s become a must-see on the local tourist trail. 3D loves them and is proud of them, even though they’re extremely cringe.

3D has worked at The Clearing for most of his life, in the way children of a family business tend to do. It’s not as if he’s ever worked particularly hard, mind - he’s just part of the furniture, at this point, and doesn’t have much drive to change that. He did personally design some of the weird merch they sell, though.

His older sister is kind of a go-getter, and even though there’s love there, their opposite personalities sometimes cause tension. 3D has never really aspired to do anything, and has never even really left town - he’s got a lot of ideas, but no drive to see them through.

Mostly, 3D’s got a reputation for being kind of a burnout, and he’s decided he’s okay with that. If he was supposed to be doing something else with his life, surely there’d’ve been a sign by now?

other things. (drugs tw)

3D was daniel’s nickname before he transitioned - he had to pick himself a new first name beginning with ‘d’ to maintain his branding.

he really likes to paint, and has done a pretty bitchin’ mural on his bedroom wall (sorry to his landlord)

in theory, he has a car - in reality, he has a pile of scrap metal that vaguely resembles a car. it’s an old mustang that he bought with the half-baked idea of taking a road trip someday.

he's a pretty good bass player, but he could probably be a great bass player if he actually bothered to practice.

he’s been supplementing his income by selling weed since junior year of high school. somehow he still never has any money (it might be to do with the fact that he smokes as much as he sells).

he has the high score on the ms. pacman machine at the local arcade. initials ddd.

this is his favourite hat.

#3d: about #grimrosehqs.intro #okay I lied you can have 3d now

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