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From a cute lil comfort fic for Kev...
“Kev?” Your voice eked out carefully.
“Yeah, it’s me, baby.”
He met you at the last step and you both wrapped your arms around each other tightly.

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From a cute lil comfort fic for Kev...
“Kev?” Your voice eked out carefully.
“Yeah, it’s me, baby.”
He met you at the last step and you both wrapped your arms around each other tightly.
I saw a post on twitter calling for Jonathan majors and Michael b Jordan for Sherlock Holmes and Watson after appearing together at the Oscar’s and I’m so down for it they would be great
Yooo I know exactly what tweet you're referring to and I saw the vibes immediately
send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it.....
"The Glass on Grandma's Table"
This is such a unique title 😭
OK, so walk with me here... Dante Torres seems to have a very close relationship with his mother and I'd be willing to bet he was/is close to his grandmother as well if she's still alive. So I can just imagine him and Kev bonding as partners, getting to know each other and Torres just telling all the stories of him as a little kid and how he used to get in trouble, doing all sorts of mischievous things around the house like drawing on the walls, skateboarding in the house, and yes breaking the glass on abuela's table lol.
I've been loving their friendship/partnership, so I can just imagine them bonding and talking about their childhoods
I've recently found your Vorrester fic and I can't wait for more. I used to ship Scott/Jamie, but now I prefer them as friends and hope they stay as friends. I now ship Scott and Cam together. I'm actually working on a Vorrester one shot and have an idea for a multi chaptered fic.I can't wait for all the fics though.
Yayyyy. I def love Kelster too but I’ve just fallen so hard for Forrester and Vo together. I def plan on writing more for them and will announce/tag on here even when I post on AO3. Thanks for the love 💕
you: *writing OA Zidan* me: *wild cheering from the corner* I love OA. Gotta admit I started the show for Alana DeLa Garza who plays Isobel Castille... but OA won me over so damn quick.
Yess! I've loved Alana since she was in CSI: Miami so I def get it. OA has always been my fave since the very start 🥰
for the made up fic title: The Things I've Done
This sounds... like someone needs a reckoning.
OK so Mayans..... I need Gaby to have a brother, sister, father, ANYBODY to turn into John Wick so fast. EZ needs to come face to face to what he did and this fic would be EXACTLY that. Getting kidnapped, coming face to face with his killer, realizing he's about to die, all of the angst. I'm hurting myself while typing this because that's still bae but I just know a fic like this would slap.
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A little snippet of a Vorrester fic that I finished a while ago. Might post this week
“Criminals aren’t too considerate, are they?” He threw back in response.
Andre shrugged with a smirk “Just talked to Kellett, the ladies are on their way. Should be here shortly.”
Vo's brunch outfit with the ladies below:
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Here's a little snippet from a young Stellaride (Chicago Fire) fic I'm working on. It's basically a version of them meeting when they're much younger while in the fire academy:
And despite its desolate environment, she was proud to call this dingy old apartment her own. It was dirt cheap and probably had a broken health code violation or two, but it was the first place she could call hers and that would have to be enough for right now.
She sought comfort on the leather couch she copped on sale from Walmart and her eyes were heavy, silently asking for rest. It was right when she was on the brink of a good ass nap, that she heard the miniscule pitter patter of feet across the dusty wooden floors. She recognized the sound immediately, due to her other previous abhorrent living conditions.