#drabble collection: ​coffee break for two

[moonlight-prose]

IT WILL COME BACK

a/n: this man won the poll and in all honesty, i couldn't stop myself from writing for tommy miller. have you seen him? he's fine as fuck. which resulted in this. in my head i will just make this a small collection of drabbles compiled on a masterlist. so after this i'll reblog prompts you can request more from that tie into this fic. since i have my joel series going i won't make this a full series (yet). either way i hope you enjoy.

summary: mornings in the kitchen with him made life worthwhile.

word count: 4.1k+

pairing: pre-outbreak tommy miller x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, cussing, oral (f receiving), floor sex, p in v sex (not really though), spitting, tommy miller being a little shit, fluff, romance.

Sunlight attempted to break through your curtains; the sheer white blocking anything but the warmth. You felt it creep along the bed, encasing you in a bundle of blankets that trapped the sun’s glow. Shifting to your side, you expected to feel him there. Feel the broad expanse of his chest as you reached out with still closed eyes.

You found nothing but the cold sheets instead.

The first thing that ran through your mind as your eyes fluttered open, was that he must have woken up early enough to head out to work. It would explain why you never heard him leave. While he may share your bed at night, this wasn’t his home. Not entirely.

The drawer you emptied for him only held a flannel or two—mainly for you to use—but nothing essential remained. At night his touch, his body, was yours but once morning came, they were nothing but a lingering memory that stuck to the edges of your mind. If it weren’t for his scent that still remained on the blankets—you would have thought you imagined him.

With a sigh, you sat up. The sheets pooled at your waist, exposing your bare chest. It’s not like you needed him here in the morning, but waking up alone always felt hollow without him. Tommy turned your house into a space you actually found solace in, but the serenity never truly lasted. So, you were left with no other choice but to swallow the pain like it was medicine.

When in fact it was poisoning you slowly; Tommy simply remained your antidote.

Searching through the drawer, you pulled out one of his flannels. More than happy to be wrapped up in his scent.

Eventually, the time would come when you would have to go about your day, and the memory of last night would shift into becoming just that. A memory. But for now you basked in the afterglow that still stuck to your skin.

The urge to tell Tommy what you were feeling would have normally come out sooner or later. But this feeling, this aching loneliness that ate away at the inside of your body, was something you kept to yourself. If he knew how him leaving each morning affected you, he would let the guilt fester in his heart. Because that was his weakness at the end of the day. It wasn’t you, but the feeling that his actions caused you to hurt.

You found that it was better to keep him in the dark, than to burden him with something that would ultimately change the trajectory of your relationship. It was easier this way. Or at least that was a belief you continued to tell yourself. You loved him, this he knew, and he loved you all the same. But the future was a topic that terrified you enough to keep it hidden until things could one day be different.

The scent of coffee filled the bedroom. You figured the timer on the machine must have gone off, starting the brew. That became your alarm most days, the aroma of a good cup of coffee usually pulled you out of bed faster than an alarm.

Tightening the flannel around your bare body, you made your way downstairs, instantly regretting forgetting your slippers as your feet connected with the cold hardwood floors. You wouldn’t be down here long, ready to grab a cup of coffee and crawl back into the safety of your blankets. Yet the sound of a crooning southern voice playing softly in the background and someone humming along, stopped you in the doorway of the kitchen.

Tommy stood at the stove, attempting to flip what you assume was an omelet at one point. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew his expression. The furrow of his eyebrows as he concentrated, his lips pursed in frustration when things didn’t exactly go his way.

“Good morning,” you said, drawing his attention away from the catastrophe on the stove.

He turned, his chest and stomach on display. You felt heat creep up your face at the sight of the dark hickeys that trailed down into his jeans. Last night was still a slight blur, but you could vividly recall leaving those—marking him as yours. A wild need to possess him took you over as he was sprawled out beneath your body. Other times you would feel the slight tinge of embarrassment creep into your mind, but you knew he loved it.

“You’re up,” he responded, his eyes dragging down the expanse of your bare legs. His flannel only covered so much—leaving you open and free for him to admire. “I was making you breakfast.” His tongue swept along his bottom lip. You wondered if you left a slight bruise from where you had sucked it into your mouth.

“Smells good.”

He smiled, turning back to flip off the burner. “Smells like burnt shit, but thanks for lying.”

Moving around the table, you slid your hands up his back, lips pressing to his shoulder and suddenly…the ache disappeared. Retreating to the far reaches of your mind, giving you the peace you needed. Sighing against his skin, you felt him shiver beneath your touch. You know his reaction by heart now. Could practically see the way his eyes fluttered closed for a moment, the pleasure of your touch grounding him.

Tommy would forever be a man with a mission. Never once able to sit still long enough to not fly away, but you were the gravity holding him down. You were the reason he hadn’t left this town yet. Though he left every morning, there still remained the guarantee that no matter what, he’d return once the sun went down. Falling into your bed with whispered promises he would eventually break, and a love that was sweeter than honey.

“I thought you had work this morning,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist, his hands shifting to rest over yours.

“Called Joel while you were asleep. Told him I’d be coming late.”

You hummed, hand dragging slowly down his stomach. “I bet he wasn’t happy about that.”

The soft huff of laughter he let out made your heart beat just a bit quicker. But it was the soft groan that rumbled in his chest as your hand dipped into his jeans, that had a fresh wave of slick pooling out of you. He was already hard, his cock heavy in your hand as you slowly palmed him. The realization made you throb, the heady dizziness of lust rushing over you. Wrapping your hand around his length, you felt him twitch, dragging another grunt from him.

If you had the time, you’d drop to your knees for him there in the kitchen. Make him see stars the way he did to you last night. But Joel was an impatient man when it came to Tommy. You knew he only had barely an hour tops and you wanted him inside you before the time ran out.

He turned quickly, forcing you to let go of him. The small sound of protest you let out, cut off by his lips, his hand wrapping gently around your throat to keep you there, tongue delving into your mouth with ease. Tommy knew what made you melt into his body, knew how to drag out all manner of sounds from you, and you gave in willingly. You were his to mold. His to have.

“Baby,” he breathed, his fingers digging into your ass, dragging you closer. “I can feel you soakin’ my jeans.”

A wet moan was pressed to his jaw. Your hips rolled over his denim clad thigh that was slotted between your legs. You knew you were leaving a wet spot on the fabric—that he’d have to wear these jeans to work probably—but you couldn’t care. Not when you felt the fabric catch on your clit, sending a shock through your body.

“Want you,” you gasped, nails digging into his chest. “I need you inside me.”

He moaned, hips grinding against yours. You felt him pull down his flannel, cupping your breast in his palm, thumb running over your peaked nipple, before he dipped down and took it into his mouth. Gasping, your head fell back, hips rolling over his leg even faster as the pleasure continued to mount in your body. Heat spilling into every part of you, burning you from the inside out.

“Tommy.”

He groaned as you pulled at his curls, dragging his lips back to yours. If there was a place you’d want to spend forever with, it was here with him. Wrapped up in your small safe haven of just each other. No one else existed when you were with Tommy. He consumed you, yet you gave into it without question. There was no one else for you and he knew it.

Dragging the piece of fabric off your body, his calloused palms ran along your skin, sending a shiver through your body at his light touch. You whimpered, barely able to open your eyes due to the dizziness clouding your mind. He smiled at your reaction, eyes dark with lust and yet somehow within the brown, you saw the light he had within. The light you ached for.

There he was, pouring it into you with each kiss pressed to your skin. He promised you forever without saying it and you wanted so badly for him to keep it this time.

“Take me upstairs baby,” you breathed into his mouth, hand feeling his stomach clench as you pressed your palm to his hot skin.

He shook his head. “Can’t do that ma’am.”

“What?” Pulling back, you felt him smile against your throat, his teeth sinking into your skin a moment later. “W-why?” you rasped, fingers curling around his hair in an effort to grasp onto something stable.

“Want to eat you,” he mumbled against you, teeth closing around your earlobe and tugging. “And I eat my meals in the kitchen.”

If it were any other time and his fingers weren’t inching towards your aching clit, you would have laughed. Told him he was an idiot in the most loving voice you could muster—your emotions bubbling over with a single look from him. But before you could get the word out, his fingers circled your clit, causing you to sag into his hold. You buried your head into his neck, your cry muffled against his skin as he built the rapidly growing pressure in your stomach.

“You gonna come for me honey?” You nodded, hips rolling over his thigh faster in an attempt to get there, to feel the hot bliss wash over your skin. “I know you want to.”

“Tommy,” you panted, nails digging into his shoulder. “Please.”

He groaned, fingers digging down to spread you, your slick practically dripping down his hand. “You sound so fuckin’ pretty when you beg. Alright honey, I got you.”

You keened when he pressed you down harder on his thigh, guiding you through the small stunted thrusts. Vaguely you were aware of how much time was passing, but the worry that he’d leave soon was washed from your mind the second he pinched your clit between his fingers. You sobbed into his neck, eyes rolling back as the dam finally broke, your body going taut—pleasure flooding you. It practically spilled out of you, overwhelming every part of your being, and Tommy kept going.

He pushed and pulled your hips, dragging you along his thigh and smearing your cum along the fabric until they were good and ruined. The pleasure continued to build, burning so hot inside you that you could barely see straight. If you weren’t careful you wouldn’t be able to find a way back to yourself, but maybe that’s what he wanted. Maybe he wanted to ruin you so perfectly, you’d never be the same after him.

Although who were you kidding. There’d never be anything after Tommy.

“Oh god oh god,” you chanted, your withering moan being swallowed by his lips colliding with yours.

Spit trailed down your chin as he pulled away. The two of you combined; you expected him to wipe it away. Only he smeared it across your cheek, his dark eyes following his thumb as it dragged along your skin.

“On the floor,” he said, his voice gruff and thick with lust.

Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t have been able to deny him. Your mind had settled into that sweet spot of numbness that allowed him to maneuver your body in any way he pleased. Without realizing it, you found yourself spread on the kitchen floor, his flannel now parted to reveal the expanse of your naked body. A sight that Tommy was indulging himself in.

“So damn beautiful,” he murmured, his hand trailing up your waist, fingers stroking the side of your breast. “And all fuckin’ mine.”

Your body jolted, a shaky breath leaving you as he dropped down your body. Lips kissing and teeth biting along your hips—the dichotomy of pleasure and pain turning the molten burn into a raging fire. If there’s one thing you could expect with Tommy it was this. The softness that came with his touch.

He made you fall in love with his laughs, his jokes, but he owned you with his lips—his hands that spread you open, revealing you to his eyes.

“Baby,” you sighed as he pulled your legs up and over his shoulders, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“Yeah honey?”

The small word brought a smile to your lips. “Love you.”

You watched his eyes light up, his lips parting into a smile so big you felt it in your chest. There it was. The reason Tommy could call your heart his. You met him unexpectedly and before you knew it…he had you with that smile alone. He was the one you could call home, the one you saw yourself spending forever with. If only you knew that Tommy felt the exact same way—that the small little box tucked away in his jacket pocket was burning a hole right through his heart at this very moment.

“I love you so damn much,” he said, placing a kiss on your inner thigh.

The clock that hung on the kitchen wall taunted you, telling you that eventually your time with him would be up. That he’d get up, go to work, and leave nothing but the pleasurable ache between your thighs and sore bites up and down your skin. You wanted to capture this moment in your hands, to hold it close when he left. But all you could do was remain in it—savor his touch, his lingering love that burned you slowly, sensually.

The first lick of his tongue through your pussy sent a jolt up your body. You gasped, hips canting up slightly to meet his mouth as he moaned into you. Tommy was insatiable when it came to you, this became clear early on in your relationship. What you didn’t know was how enamored he was with your taste. How he craved you constantly. You learned quickly that if you didn’t cut him off, Tommy would spend hours between your thighs.

His lips attached to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and causing your head to fall back against the floor with a soft thud. Sparks littered up your spine, a broken sob of his name echoing off the kitchen walls. You were thankful the floor was so cold, because you were currently overheated, your body desperate for some balance to the madness.

“F-fuck,” you gasped, eyes falling shut, hand digging into his unruly curls. “You’re so good. I’m–fuck Tommy.” Your words broke off into a whine, his tongue pressing against your entrance.

He lost himself, the taste of you becoming an addiction he couldn’t get rid of, but at the end of the day…he wouldn’t want to. His nails scraped along your thighs as he moaned into your pussy, his hips grinding into the floor to appease the need he felt growing. Licking into you, he watched your mouth drop open in a silent sob, your legs shaking with each flick of his tongue along your clit. You wouldn’t last long, he knew this. 

Except he was adamant to remain here with you, unwilling to leave until he felt you gush into his mouth.

Lifting his head, he heard your broken whines of protest echo in the air. The small beg to have him keep going caused his cock to throb painfully in his jeans. You were beautiful like this. Incoherent with pleasure and body covered with a sheen of sweat that made you glow in the early morning sunlight. He grinned, licking at his bottom lip, resembling a starved man desperate for another taste of his meal.

“I know, I know,” he murmured, shifting up swiftly to press his lips against yours. Sharing your taste as he licked deeply into your mouth. “My pretty baby.”

“I want you inside me,” you begged, hips bucking up to grind against his. “Please Tommy, need you to fill me—” He cut you off with a sharp gasp, his fingers sliding through your spit slicked pussy.

“‘M not done honey.”

The beg was on the tip of your tongue, another plea to hopefully convince him of what you both wanted. Him spitting into your pussy lewdly cut you off. Your eyes rolled back, his tongue spreading his spit up to your clit, fingers prodding at your entrance. The plea died in your throat—an incoherent cry of his name overtaking as his fingers curled into you, finding the spot along your walls without trying.

Tommy knew your body well enough to notice the signs. The way your legs trembled, how your walls clamped down around his fingers. You were right on the edge and he wanted to see you fly off. Moaning against your pussy one more time, he scraped his teeth gently along your clit, fingers rubbing against your g-spot in quick movements. The pleasure once again built, mind growing hazy with it as he continued to push you until you were right there.

Glancing down, you caught sight of him thrusting his hips against the floor, desperate to get himself there and that did it. You snapped, brokenly sobbing his name as your hips grinded against his mouth. He let you use him, doing his best to continue stimulating you, the wet sound of his fingers thrusting into your pussy now echoing through the room.

Pleasure filled you, burning its way through your body until you could do nothing but silently scream. You tried to catch your breath, but it was stuck—lodged in your chest—forcing you to take in gasps of air. All the way through, Tommy continued to lick and suck at your clit, grunting with each thrust of his hips. He was aching for you, nearly on the edge but unable to fully finish.

“Taste so fuckin’ good honey,” he mumbled drunkenly into your pussy, his eyes shut and mind in a state of delirium. “Shit—” The button of jeans knocked against the floor, his forehead falling to rest on your hip.

“Tommy,” you breathed, fingers curling around his arm and trying to tug him up your body. But not before he kissed above your clit, licking one last time into you.

His hand slapped against the floor above your head, tongue pushing your cum into your mouth and sending a shiver through your body. Even as your shaky hands dipped into his jeans, pulling him out, he still asked to keep tasting you. That’s how things worked in his mind. Seeing you cum was worth more to him than getting off himself.

“Want you to cum,” you mumbled into his mouth, tilting your hips up and notching his cock at your entrance.

“Fuck honey.” He gasped, as you started to fuck yourself on the very tip of his cock, his hand moving down to keep himself steady. “You want me to fill you up?”

You nodded, whining his name against his cheek. “Need it baby.”

Pumping himself in quick strokes, he felt his balls draw up—the tightening in his abdomen nearly causing him to double over. It wouldn’t take him long at all; his release already having built as he ate you out. The feeling of your hand moving to cup his balls did him in. With a hoarse shout he felt something break inside of himself, your walls clamping down around his cock as he finally pushed himself into your pussy.

You sighed at the warm feeling of his cum spurting along your walls, filling you until it dripped down and smeared along your thighs. But nothing compared to the sight of Tommy lost in his own bliss. His mouth dropped open, eyebrows pulling tight as a flush of red took over his face and chest. It would take him a while to come back to you, his mind buzzing from having cum so hard.

With a contented sigh, he pressed the rest of his weight on you. “I’m definitely not making it now,” he mumbled, smiling against your chest.

“I don’t need Joel banging on my front door,” you replied, shoving lightly at his shoulder.

He laughed, teeth sinking into the top of your breast, his cock twitching inside of you. “I’ll call him and tell him…”

“Hey sorry I can’t come in today. Got too busy fucking my girlfriend on the kitchen floor.”

“Perfect.”

“Tommy!”

His head raised, smile pulling so wide you could see the slight crinkle in the corner of his eyes. “I’ll say it in a nicer way.”

“You’ll tell him nothing at all.” You cupped his cheek, lips sliding against his softly. “You will get up, wash your jeans, get another cup of coffee, and get out of here before we incur the wrath of the other Miller.”

He sighed into your mouth. “I don’t want to go.”

Your heart twisted in your chest, the reminder of time once again filling you with a dread you could never escape. Neither of you wanted to part, too wrapped up in what could be. But eventually you would have to open your eyes and see what this was. Just two people who loved each other too much to give this their all. A pattern that would never stop.

“I don’t want you to go,” you admitted, finally letting that painful ache be seen by him.

“Then I won’t—”

“You have to.”

Tommy’s eyes searched yours, trying to find something in him he could fight for. Something that would assure him of that single question still residing on the tip of his tongue. He wanted forever with you. Wanted a house together, a dog or cat, the life that he watched his parents once have. He wanted you.

Before he could stop himself, his mouth was moving.

“I want to marry you.”

Your eyes went wide, heart beating rapidly in your chest. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Silence passed between you for a brief moment, the shock now being replaced with a sinking feeling. He wouldn’t be saying this if it were a different scenario. In fact you were certain that he wouldn’t even go near this topic on any other day.

“This is just the heat of the moment talking, Tommy,” you said, in an attempt to save yourself from the pain.

His eyes narrowed. “No it’s not.”

“You’re still inside me! You shouldn’t be saying this unless you’re sure that—” His hips grinding into yours cut you off as you gasped.

“You want me down on one knee I’ll do that honey. Want me to give you romance and dinner and everything in between? I’ll do it. But you’ve got to know I’m more serious now than I have ever been.”

“Tomm—”

“Before you can continue your argument—which I’ll let ya—let me go get the ring.”

Your jaw snapped shut, breath catching in your chest at the sight of his grin. “You…you have a ring?”

“Yes honey. I do.”

“Y–You’re serious?”

He nodded, his thumb brushing the top of your cheek. “I want forever with you. If you’ll have me.”

If you listened hard enough, you would have been able to hear your heart burst. The ache now vanished the longer you looked him in the eyes to see the truth. It was there you found it. Small hints of a future that you yearned for was now being offered to you and this time the promise he made would stick. Laughing, you pulled him down for a kiss, your legs hiking over his hips to keep him there with you.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he asked, parting from you long enough to simply give you another chaste kiss.

This time it was your turn to nod, tears already streaming down your face. “Yes Tommy. I’ll have you. Forever.”

#tommy miller x f!reader #tommy miller x you #tommy miller x y/n #tommy miller x reader #tommy miller #tommy miller smut #the last of us #the last of us fic #my writing

[lumiconic]

falling asleep on their shoulder

❥  summary: fluff drabbles of taking a nap on their shoulder 💤

❥  characters: childe ; scaramouche ; albedo ; chongyun

❥ content: gn reader, modern au, fluff

❥ note: yayyy more fluff ^u^!! tysm for the support so far!!

♪ CHILDE

• after a long day at an amusement park where you screamed until your throat was hoarse, shared puffs of neon cotton candy, and collected trinkets and plushies, the two of you are on the train home. the ride is a lengthy one, but you’ve passed it so far playing card games and chatting about the day.

• you’re both tired and quieter now; childe has an earbud in and you look sleepy. you have your arms wrapped around a massive plush of the amusement park’s mascot – a teal dragon with dark blue scales spiraling up its soft back – and you cradle it to your chest snugly, leaning against childe.

• his eyes on his phone, he doesn’t notice until the gentle thrum of his music is interrupted by a soft snore that your eyes are closed and your head is resting on his shoulder. he looks down at you with a mixture of amusement and fondness curling his lips into a lopsided smile; your eyelashes are so long it’s a wonder they aren’t tangled.

• you sleep soundly, your arms once falling away from your plush before he carefully tucks it back beside you. childe gazes out the window and at the landscapes rushing past, the sweet palette of oranges and yellows and pinks gradually giving way to midnight blue and twinkling stars, and leans back against the headrest as the gentle sound of your breathing lulls him into a sleepy blurriness.

♪ SCARAMOUCHE

• he taps a page of your geometry textbook sharply with a mechanical pencil, speaking rapidfire and tracing a diagram written on the waxy paper. “—so, because the alternate exterior angle theorem states that the two lines cut by … ” before his words are interrupted by a whistling snore, and your head lands on his shoulder.

• “w-wha-?!” he sputters, flaming red and ready to shove you off him, before his gaze alights upon your face, peaceful in sleep, with dark rings underneath your eyes, and his expression softens. the notebook in front of you is filled with lines of cramped, careful notes, getting gradually more scribbly as you struggled to keep up with his words.

• he sighs, rubbing his face, before he counts your three empty cups of iced coffee, laced with ribbons of caramel, and clicks his tongue. “a sugar crash? really, [name]?” he rolls his eyes, collecting the cups, and stacks them off to the side of the library table, keeping his movements ginger and careful to make sure not to disturb you.

• i guess i have no choice but to wait for them to wake up, he thinks to himself with a rueful scowl, that melts to an almost affectionate smirk as he pulls his tablet out of his pocket and fixes his headphones on, keeping the sound of the video he watches low enough so that he can still hear your quiet breaths. a tiny blush remains on his cheeks as he is constantly reminded of your presence.

♪ ALBEDO

• the lights are off, you’re wrapped in blankets, and there’s a bowl of caramel corn in your lap – your only solace from the incredibly boring nature documentary you have to watch for your biology class. your head is tucked onto his shoulder, your eyelids are already fluttering closed every now and then, and he patiently pokes you in the side until you wake up with a “h-huh?! of course i’m awake!”

• the documentary continues to play. accustomed to the feeling of your head on his shoulder, he doesn’t pay you much attention until there’s a rare break from leaves and greens in the documentary and they show a cute family of monkeys. “hey, what do you think of – ” he asks, only to cut himself off when he realizes you’re fast asleep.

• he sighs and turns down the volume on the documentary before digging in his backpack and getting out his tablet so he can take enough notes for both of you, and he does … for about five seconds, before his hand seems to move on his own and a drawing of your sleeping face appears in short, imprecise lines that overlap messily on top of his notes.

• the drawing is rough and sketchy, your nose and lips undefined and your closed eyes nothing more than two short pen strokes, but even from a glance it’s easy to see the love the artist feels for the subject. a few more shapes outline the scene of the two huddled close together, and when albedo clicks his tablet off, the credits rolling down the tv in darkness, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

♪ CHONGYUN

• he takes a bite of his popsicle, freezing cold burning through his mouth for a moment, before it recedes and he turns a page of his book with sticky fingers from juice dripping down his wrist. the sun beats down on the two of you as you peer at the book – poetry written by one mischievous funeral parlor director – and a rare breeze gusts by, ruffling a page.

• the pavement is scorching hot, shadows traveling over sun beaten stone as the day passes by sluggishly. you sit in silence, rarely offering comments, the shade of the ruins speckled with tiny glimmering jades and glistening beetles scuttling throughout looming overhead and providing solace from the unbearable heat.

• you lean against him, folding your hands in your lap and stretching your legs out in front of you, dust billowing into clouds as your shoes brush against the ground. as the minutes pass by, your breathing gets steadier and smoother and your eyes start to close gradually until they’re fully shut, the warm air soothing you into slumber.

• chongyun closes his book and leans back against the stone, taking smaller breaths as to not disturb you. clouds drift by overhead, and he finishes his popsicle, flicking the stick off to the side. he shields his eyes as he looks up, seeing that you still have a couple hours before the sun sets and you can start the journey home; for now, he’ll simply listen to your breathing, taking pleasure in this moment of peace he can share with you.

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[sofasoap]

Captain John Price

Little secret series:

Little secret. When Soap and Gaz found out something their captain been keeping a secret for a long time. and Ghost is a shit stirrer . This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”.

Learning to let go  Price doesn’t want you to go on a mission, you two had a disagreement, and result? make or break.

A quiet moment  – John Price   Life, marriage and baby.

Coffee Break The workaholics having a midnight coffee break. and John drops a surprise. Thinking of you After a hard mission, Price has some time alone. Thinking about you, and his son. Trinkets Price loves you, but really doubt your taste in collecting things sometimes. post - a quiet moment fic. Presents 141 boys getting their early presents. Including a very surprised one for Price himself. Presents - part II Price find he really bad at hand-crafts. Surprising results from 141 men when they had a dab on soap-making. Presents - Part III Chameleon and Ghost bonding time…. over hand made soap.

Five times series:

Five Times Price x F!Reader (aka Mini MacTavish). Five times you met, four times you left. Four misses Four times you missed each other, one time you gave up. Three apologies Three times the apologies, triple the pain. Two regrets Twice the regret, twice the heartache. One Chance One chance, last chance. Zero Distance He is never going to let you go. Little swallow Falling out of helicopter is never fun.

Come back to me Sharing a pre-mission ritual and farewell with your husband before heading off into danger

Holding you Savouring the time together with your husband.

You are in trouble

Price should know he can’t hide anything from you. or be ready to endure your wrath.

Drabble :

Teddy Bear You bump into a handsome stranger while shopping. meet cute.

Teddy bear -2 A quiet home date with the handsome mutton chop.

#captain john price #john price x you #john price x reader #john price imagine #john price #captain price x reader #captain price #captain john price x reader #captain john price x you #captain john price x female reader #call of duty #Mini Mactavish verse #call of duty fanfic #sofasoap writes

[8aji]

you're the sunflower, i think your love would be too much. // m.c.

a collection of spiderman!chifuyu hcs + drabble of you finding out about spiderman's real identity

pairing. spiderman!chifuyu matsuno x reader

wc. 3.7k (hcs - 1.8k, drabble - 1.9k)

tags/cw. spiderman au, fluff, very very minor angst, mentions of injuries, implied violence, mentions of doubt and insecurities, mix of past + present tense for story telling purposes (hcs), a little ooc, not beta-ed (?) + please let me know if i missed anything !

a/n. second time writing bullet hcs !! it was definitely an experience and im definitely up for creating more short-format content im the future. this story was inspired mainly by @/_slvx0 spiderman!chifuyu fanart and my recent tasm obsession. PSA. chifuyu’s character was adapted to fit my vision of spiderman instead of fitting spiderman to who he is. this means his character might be ooc. bear mind that this is my first time writing for chifuyu and so im not a 100% with his characterization — i apologise for any ooc-ness in that regard.

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Got so insanely giddy when he found out about his powers. He was so close to making a group chat with all of his friends to break the news to them. Thankfully he managed to stop himself from sending the message because he had already created the group and come up with the lamest excuse to cover his tracks

Comics and Shonen manga become his personal bible. Every superhero-related thing he did was likely inspired by one of those. That included the way he patrols the city at night and the ways in which he hides his identity. Too bad none of them show how to balance superhero-life along with his college one, a step-by-step guide would be of great help

One time, when swinging through the city, he forgot to shoot his web at another building and just found himself freefalling for a bit — he almost gave himself a heart attack that day

Found out about a video of him going viral while he was eating a sandwich on top of the Tokyo tower. He was so taken aback he almost lost his balance; in his defence, it was a really cool video of him. And deep down, reading the comments underneath the video gave him a sense of relief. He had always wondered if his job as a night vigilante was worth it, often doubting whether he had any sort of positive impact on people, but the support he was flooded with was enough reassurance for him to keep going

For a while, he favours Spiderman over Chifuyu — he wasn’t particularly insecure per se, but he found out that he felt the most comfortable and confident when he was wearing the mask, he felt a lot more freedom whenever he did.

Kazutora was the first to find out about Chifuyu being a superhero. It was 3 in the morning and he was sitting on their living room couch doing some homework when Chifuyu came through the window, almost crashing against the coffee table and knocking over a flower vase. The two of them stood frozen in place, tension rising by the second. Kazutora was getting ready to call out for Baji because a random masked man wearing a leotard had just broken into their living room, never mind the fact that it was a relatively famous and beloved superhero. But before he could, Chifuyu took his mask off in a panic AND BAM Kazutora was flabbergasted, speechless, unable to comprehend the fact that one of his best friends was risking his life protecting the city — ‘Tora then proceeded to beg Chifuyu to let him be the man on the chair.

Being a vet student isn’t of much help when it comes to making superhero equipment, so he follows multiple youtube tutorials whenever he wants to make improvements to his suit — the first time he tried to follow one he fucked up so bad he was tempted to spill his secret to Mitsuya just so his friend could help him out with the suit design.

One of his favourite pastimes is finding the tallest buildings and reading manga or comics while sitting at the top. He will sometimes listen to music as well. Makes a playlist titled ‘Rooftop reading’ or something corny like that

His favourite superpower is his ‘spidey sense’, he would pick the web shooting but it still freaks him a little.

He met you one night after getting home from his patrol when he swung onto the fire escape. As far as he knew, everyone in the building was asleep and the apartment next to his was empty. But of course, he had been wrong and instead had given you the fright of the century by coming out of nowhere and landing right in front of your window. — you ended up recognising him as Spiderman right after he apologised, and intrigued by his presence you asked him a couple of questions along the lines of ‘Why the fuck are you outside my apartment at 4 in the morning’

From then on, he makes sure to be more careful whenever he returns home. Though every now and then he will purposely make his presence known by landing a little too roughly on the iron platform or by knocking on your window just so the two of you could chat for a couple of minutes. Bear in mind that he only does it when the lights are on, which is more often than not; turns out your sleep schedule is just as messed up as his — and with the schoolgirl crush that has his heart 

Sometimes he will add a few ‘trapeze-esque’ moves to spice up his swinging routine. Makes him feel more like a superhero — and yes, he also learned those from youtube video tutorials.

His enhanced vision comes in handy whenever he finds himself too busy being Spiderman to study for exams. Tries not to feel bad about it, and has to remind himself that Baji and ‘Tora have both done the same thing to feel better

He becomes a little too chismoso because he can’t help but hear the gossip no matter how much he tries to tune it out and turns into somewhat of a picky eater.

Learning how to keep his superhuman strength in check was the hardest thing in the whole ‘Spider-acclimatization’ process. Before he figured out how to, he had already broken multiple glass jars, splintered the window and broken the hinges off of three doors before — Though the thing that hurt the most about not being able to show his super strength was knowing he could easily win an arm wrestling match against Baji but not doing so to keep his identity hidden.

Still, Baji had a hunch that something was going on with his best friend. With both, the superhero and the man on the chair. He had seen Chifuyu return to the apartment through the fire escape very late at night and managed to catch a glimpse of the red suit underneath an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, and he had heard the incoming ‘disturbance reports’ through the radio in Kazutora’s room. But in spite of his own curiosity, he refused to press his friends for the truth — he ended up officially finding out when he saw Chifuyu coming out of the bathroom fully dressed in his suit.

No doubt he will most definitely use his costume for Halloween, and absolutely adores it when people compliment it because ‘omg it looks literally the same as Spiderman’s!’

Freezed the first time he met you face to face without the suit, unable to apologise when he bumped into you by mistake. He just stared, and his friends were the ones to break the awkward silence when they recognized you as their neighbour.

He was ecstatic to finally be able to talk to you without having to wait for the early hours of the morning. For some reason, he hadn't thought about introducing himself as Chifuyu, but now the four of you hang out pretty often.

He would follow you around like a lost puppy around uni, force himself to do his homework to spend some time with you in the library and bring you coffee every time you met up. Whenever Baji and Kazutora had classes during the afternoon, think 6pm to 9pm lectures, you would get together at one of your apartments and watch movies — though these hung outs ended before 11pm max. he would come up with a very believable excuse and bolt out of the apartment, running down the fire escape to not be seen until next morning. 

That didn’t stop you from growing even closer. By then you had alrwady started to develop something a little more than a platonic fondness for the blond and his childlike excitement.

He was adorable, almost reminding you of someone you had met before…including his unusual nighttime behaviour. It always got your mind wandering, but you stopped yourself before it did any further. You could be a bit of an overthinker, and you missed your ‘spider-friend’.

It was true that the closer the two of you grew, the more spaced out his ‘spider-visits’ im not sorry for calling everything he does spider-something became. It got to the point he stopped showing up at your apartment for a month. He was too lovesick and too focused on being Chifuyu to notice that you missed his alter ego’s company

He found out you did one day when he saw you sitting on the fire escape. You had been bottling up your feelings for a while and just needed to let it out. Of course, you didn't tell him you it was Spiderman you were missing — he would probably think you were insane. So instead, you told him you missed a friend and after a little thinking, it clicked for Chifuyu.

At first, he felt a little self-conscious. Was his company not enough? Would he ever live up to what Spiderman had become? But then it clicked, once again, that you had no idea that both Spiderman and Chifuyu were the same person. Plus, you had explained how the person you were talking about had been your first-ever friend when you moved to the city — the melancholy in your voice was enough for him to promise himself he was going to visit you one last time, and maybe if he made up his mind, he would tell you his secret.

But of course, the night he planned to come clean was the night he got into ‘real’ trouble as Spiderman for the first time. Getting ambushed by 7 people at the same time was no joke — Both Kazutora and Baji, the newest member of the ‘man in the chair’ club, had warned him about the dangers of confronting the group of armed men, but he had let his ‘spider-ego’ get in the way of his rational thinking and now every muscle in his body ached as he made his way home.

So in retrospect maybe it hadn't been so bad, his body was just achy achy but other than that and a couple of cuts on his arms and legs he was fine !! And he was still determined to carry out his plan.

But he hadn’t taken into account how exhausted his body truly was. He ended up miscalculating the distance from the neighbouring building to the fire escape.

Thank whatever higher power that your window was wide open because he crashed straight into your apartment, falling right into your coach and knocking over a lamp.

But ! you ! were there ! Glued in place, the movie you were watching still playing in the background and popcorn laying all over the floor

“I love Wall-E!” he exclaimed while dusting himself off and wincing as he raised his arm to point at the tv.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house.”

He winced again when he tried scratching the nape of his neck in embarrassment. He thought you would’ve been a lot happier to see him, maybe jump into his arms and tell him you had missed him so much. Maybe you would even pull his mask up enough for you to kiss him — though thinking about it, the idea didn’t sit well with him. He wanted you to kiss Chifuyu, not Spiderman.

“You’re hurt.” You pointed out once the initial surprise had worn off.

“It's nothing I can't handle, give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be as good as new.” He was proud of himself for the confidence he had exuded with his heroic nonchalance, though he was dying on the inside and most definitely needed to lay down.

“How many minutes?”

“Huh?”

“Until you’re ‘as good as new’, I mean.”

“Um,” he wasn’t prepared for you to question him on his healing factor. It wasn’t exactly something you would ask someone you hadn’t seen in a while — ‘it’s nice to see you again! By the way, how long exactly does it take the cells in your body to regenerate? Just curious, toodles!’. Imagine someone asking you that, wouldn't it be weird? You were weird for asking him that, definitely weirder than the random man who jumped through your window and forced you to spill popcorn all over the ground. “Maybe, uh, 120 minutes for the cuts and then a little over 480 for the rest of my body?”

You looked unimpressed.

“So ten hours in total.”

“I promise it's usually a lot quicker than that, it's just been a rough night.”

When you rolled your eyes at him, he was sure you were gonna kick him out of the apartment — and start locking your windows at night. But instead, you gestured for him to sit down before rummaging through your kitchen cabinet for a white box with a cross on it.

“You a first-aid fan?” he asked when you sat down next to him, cringing at the stupidity of his question.

“All apartments in the building have one.” You brushed off, chuckling, and pulling out some gauze and hydrogen peroxide. He swore he could melt against your touch, the pain of his injuries melting away. And maybe it was the glimpse of a smile, the comfort in the creasing of your eyes, that turned him stupider than he already was.

“Ours doesn’t.”

He joked, forgetting for a minute that the version of him sitting in front of you wasn’t Chifuyu. But as soon as he saw your hands freeze in place, your gaze locking with his in confusion, he could feel the colour drain from his face.

“Wha– what I meant was that my, you know, apartment, which is somewhere that’s not here, because I don’t live here–”

“So you live here.”

“Well, I just said I don’t–”

“And you still couldn’t bother telling me you were going to suddenly disappear.”

“I’m sorry I–”

“You’re unbelievable.” You scooted further away from him, brows furrowed in simmering frustration. “All this time I was worried about you.”

Frustrated, annoyed and pissed off. He had seen you like that before. Annoyed at people who walked too slowly on the street or at men who couldn’t bother moving out of their way, bumping into you because they expected you to move. Pissed off when you received a ‘bad’ grade according to your standards, or when one of your groupmates refused to respond to the group chat even when the project was due the next day.

Frustrated, annoyed and pissed. He had seen you like that before. But never had it been directed at him.

“I understand–”

“No you don’t!” you interrupted him. “If you did, you would’ve said something, and it’s not like it’s hard to put on your costume and climb down a couple of floors to let me know that you were okay.”

“It’s not a costume, it's a super suit…” he trailed off, and you sighed in response, letting yourself fall back against the backrest of the coach. The growing silence between the two of you only fed the tension dense enough to be cut with a butter knife. And it killed you to feel the tangible difference between your previous interactions and what you now thought would be the last one.

He had become a very important person in your life, the first friend you ever had after feeling desperately lonely without your family or friends in a new city. And of course, there was always the possibility of him not feeling the same about you. Maybe you weren’t as important to him as you would’ve liked.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I know I should’ve let you know I wasn't coming as often.”

His voice had curled onto itself. It was strained as it tried to make its way past his throat, like he was trying hard not to choke on his own words. It made your heart ache in return. And maybe it hadn’t been nice for him to just disappear, but he was a superhero for fucks sake. Were you really expecting a super-fucking-hero to make some time in his ‘saving the city’ calendar for you?

You thought he had been unfair, and now you were taking it out on him. Hypocrite; you complained about him not being nice to end up being not so nice yourself.

“I know…I know you’re busy doing hero stuff and all, I'm sorry for snapping at you.” You mumbled, gaze stuck on the ceiling. “And I’m sorry for making fun of your suit.”

He smiled at that, and like a peace offering, you nudged his arm with your hand, asking for permission to help patch him up. It made his cheeks flush underneath the mask, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from squealing at the fluttering in his stomach. It was true that he had been primarily reading action-hero manga and comics, but that didn’t mean his love for shojo was cast aside. Sometimes, he couldn’t help but imagine he was the main character of a romance story, and, in spite of how cheesy it sounded, he really wanted that with you.

“You know, I,” he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He wasn’t sure if it was too soon to be revealing a secret of such magnitude. Especially after the tension that had risen between the two of you. But his goal was not only to apologise but to offer you a proper explanation. “The reason I wasn't coming here as often was, um,”

You stopped dead in your tracks, the gauze soaked in hydrogen peroxide lingering over one of his cuts. Still, you avoided meeting his gaze, eyes stuck on the ripped edges of his suit as if scared of what he was going to tell you.

“It was,” breath in, breathe out. His quickening heartbeat was so loud it wouldn’t allow him to hear what he was saying. Breathe in, breathe out, maybe he couldn’t do this, maybe this was a bad idea. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out, “because I was already over all the time, just not as Spiderman…”

Your head shot up in the blink of an eye, and even he was surprised you hadn’t somehow given yourself whiplash. But never mind that, because the sudden familiarity that flashed through your eyes as you mentally pieced together every single event, clue, hint and theory you had discarded along with the new information you had received, was enough to let him know you recognised who he was.

“You are–”

“Yeah,” he nodded, biting his lip in anticipation. “It’s me–”

“Keisuke.”

“What? No, It’s me, Chifuyu.”

And as if to prove his point, he pulled off his mask, revealing the tousled mess of blond locks and the purple bruises underneath one of his eyes and his lower lip.

He had to hold back a whine at the ruined grand reveal.

“No, I know.” you deadpanned, and he had to hold back a whine at the ruined grand reveal. Had it been any other circumstance, he would’ve felt proud to be mistaken for Baji. But when it was the love of his life doing so, it felt more like a flat-out rejection instead of a compliment.

“Chifuyu,” you called out to him, effectively pulling him out of the self-pity spiral, and pointed at your window. “I mean ‘Keisuke?’”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Baji waved at the two of you from outside, “were you about to kiss?”

“No!” “Not yet.”

“Oh okay, cool,” he shrugged, pointy canines sticking out as he smiled. “You were taking longer than usual, we figured you had gotten in trouble or something.”

“Yeah!” Kazutora poked his head from behind the wall, hair tied in a messy bun. “But then we heard your voice coming from here and we thought we’d check it out.”

“Well, I'm fine, so you two can,” he made a gesture with his head, urging his best friends to leave the two of you alone. “You know, go.”

He hadn’t expected it to work. They weren’t ones to pass on the opportunity to tease anyone, especially him, being the younger of the group and all. But to his surprise, all they had done was send a wave your way with a promise to hang out tomorrow night and left.

Now the two of you alone, all he wanted to do was stare at your face all night while you patched him up because if there was any trope that concocted the perfect mix between action and romance was when someone took care of another person's injuries. And wasn’t it one of the sweetest displays of affection? Just taking care of the one you love? Even though he wasn’t a hundred percent sure you liked him like that, at least he could dream, right?

“Wait,” remembering what you said earlier, it felt like an ice water bucket was poured all over him. Suddenly, the giddiness inside his tummy had returned with full force, and he could feel his cheeks straining with the inkling of a smile. “You said ‘not yet’.”

You hummed in confusion, biting on the inside of your cheek. Sure, Baji and ‘Tora had spared him from the teasing — although one could argue that showing up had been the teasing itself— but you could always make up for it with a sprinkle of intentional obliviousness. “What do you mean?”

“When Baji asked if we had kissed, you said ‘not yet’, does that mean you want to kiss me?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, a cheeky smile on your lips as your fingers traced aimless patterns up his forearm and bicep, to then let your hand rest on his cheek, your thumb caressing the soft skin. “Do I?”

He leaned closer to you, prompted by your touch, and you were quick to follow through, letting your leg rest against his. He looked so cute with his eyes sparkling with excitement, lips parted in contained desperation as he waited for you to say ‘I do’.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, breath mingling with yours, and lips barely brushing against each other. He looked so pretty sitting on your couch, the light of the tv casting shadows on his face, and absolute lovesickness coating every single inch of his body.

You nodded in return, smiling as you basked in the taste of him, the man behind the mask, because even though he had his own waves of doubt, it had always been him.

It would always be Chifuyu for you.

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Drawing chaos; Peter Quill x toddler reader

*Author’s note*

So this comes from @white-wolf-buckaroo​ who I thank for being sooooo patient with me and I hope this is the continuation you were looking for. After seeing the Groot shorts on Disney+ the Magnum Opus short was BIG inspiration for this fic so I hope you as well as all my readers enjoy this little drabble.

No warnings just some pure, unadulterated fluff.  This can be served as a sequel to this story here.

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It had been four years since the Guardians had found little (Y/n) and to say their lives had changed well—it definitely had its fill of surprises.  Like the one time when they were on a mission in Tamaran to stop a Leviathan attack and (Y/n) (who had just started learning how to walk) had gotten out of the ship and while completely and blissfully unaware of the dangers on the planet, walked through the forests of Tamaran and nearly got eaten by an alien plant.  Of course Rocket managed to spot her and get her out of there.

Or the time when she was three and her father Peter had to stay behind on a mission because he had injured his arm pretty badly.  Though he enjoyed spending time with his daughter, he almost had a heart attack when they were playing a game of hide and seek and he couldn’t find her anywhere. It took over 2 hours of him having a panic attack searching every nook and cranny of the Milano but he couldn’t find her.

Only to have the team come back, yell at him before helping to find her until Gamora saw that she had slipped under Peter’s bed and had fallen asleep.  Of course as soon as Peter saw how cute she looked asleep, he couldn’t stay mad at her and took her back to her room (but he did give her a lecture about scaring him like that again).

Now at four years old, (Y/n) could walk and talk and she seemed fully invested in her world of the Milano.  She was especially good friends with Groot, or Baby Groot, again. Yep, another incident had made Groot burn up and he had once again become Baby Groot.  And of course when you get a baby as mischievous as Baby Groot and a curious toddler like (Y/n) Quill, things can get a bit chaotic.

The Guardians were out cruising through the galaxy when both (Y/n) and Baby Groot had decided to make something for their dads. Together the two of them got the supplies they needed to make their drawings.

They got to lounge room where they had their meals, coffee breaks or wanted to take some time away from the others.  (Y/n) and Baby Groot set down their supplies and set down their papers.  Groot began to white out the ALFIE comic book cover he had taken from Quill’s collection while (Y/n) was using an old page torn out of a Laskavarian translation book.

Groot then used some glue and placed it not only on the paper but also on the tail hair he had cut from Rocket’s tail.  While (Y/n) used her markers to draw her pictures.

“I am Groot.” He said to her.

“No my picture will be better.”

“I am Groot!”

“No mine!” (y/n) stuck her tongue out at Groot before returning to her drawing and Groot back to his.  (Y/n) capped her red marker before picking up the green one next and drew the next person she was going to draw.  She then looked up to see Groot holding her father’s boot which had his rocket propeller. “Hey that’s daddy! He wouldn’t like you using that.”

“I am Groot.”

“You better or I’m gonna tell on you.”

“I am Groot.” He mumbled before placing the broken shades over his face and activating the rocket boosters and placed it over his picture to draw off the glue.  After a while their pictures were almost done when Groot got the idea for how to get glitter.

He placed one of Rocket’s makeshift bombs on top of a green glittering hard drive Groot had pulled from the ship and then took him and (Y/n) out of the room with the detonator.

“I am Groot.”

“No I wanna push it.”

“I am Groot!”

“You can push it.”

“I am Groot.”

“No you push it.”

“I. Am. Groot.”

“Okay, I will.” She had tricked him thanks to an old gag she had seen on a cartoon show.  Groot gawked at her then pouted as she hovered her finger over the big red button before she pressed it and the room exploded loudly.  After the smoke cleared and the massive wave og glitter than shot out of the room had fallen to the floor, the two kids raced back inside with their pictures to use the glitter as they saw fit.

Suddenly Groot almost tripped over a large hole that had been made in the ground by the bomb.

“Uh-oh.” Said (y/n).  Groot pondered before racing over to the cabinet drawers and pulled out a roll of duct tape.  He raced back over and pulled apart the tape and together the two kids tried to patch the hole up before anybody noticed.

Walking through the hallway was Quill as he looked around with both a curious but worried look.  All day he hadn’t been able to find (y/n) and he knew she wasn’t playing another game of hide and seek.  For one thing she hadn’t finished her lunch which was odd because (much like her dad) she never leaves food behind.

He came into the engine room where Rocket was doing some repairs to the control panels that had been acting up and glitching on his side of the ship, preventing him from taking control of the ship when he wanted to.

“Hey Rocket.” Peter called out.  Rocket peeked out from the floor and lifted up his goggles holding both a hammer and blowtorch in each hand.

“What do you want Quill? Can’t you see I’m very busy fixing up my ship.”

“Uhh first of all it’s my ship. And second, you hadn’t seen (Y/n) or Groot around have you?”

“I’ve been down here doing repairs Quill, hadn’t seen hair nor twig of em.”

“Well I haven’t either and I’m starting to get worried.”

“Alright, alright. If it’ll keep your pants on, let’s see if we can’t find them.” Rocket said lifting himself up from the floor, set down his tools and took the goggles off.

The two of them walked along the hallways when they felt the room shake as well as the big boom that sounded off.

“Oh no.” they both said worriedly as they both took off running.  As they turned left, they saw that the room that lead into the lounge area had gone up in smoke and the fire alarm was blaring off. “Groot! (Y/n)!”

“(Y/n) can you hear me!?” Peter called out.

“Groot are you dead!!” Rocket exclaimed as they looked around frantically for both their children only to look down at the floor to see them both completely fine as they continued to patch up the hole with duct tape.  “Oh there you two are. Wait are-are those the ship’s fuel rods?!” Peter gawked as he pointed out the entire destruction in his ship.

“And how did the walls collapse like that and why is everything on fire!? And more importantly what smells like something died in here?!”

“Wait a minute is that….” Rocket sniffed the air before bending down and picked up the purple soap bar.  “Drax’s soap?”

“He’s been bothering me looking for that thing, won’t shut up about it.” Peter said.  The two parental figures then turned to the kids and Rocket scolded them both.

“Kids, why does it look like a bomb went off in here?” As Baby Groot pulled on the roll of tape he said.

“I am Groot?”

“Don’t give me that boldface lie. There’s no way this was a gas leak!” Rocket reprimanded him.  Peter crossed his arms over his chest before looking to (Y/n).

“(Y/n) Meredith Quill, give me the truth or it’s no music for a week.”

“We used the-the bomb for the glitter.” She said.

“WHAT!? How did-Rocket I told you to keep your bombs out of reach of the kids!!”

“Hey don’t you put this on my Quill!”

“You’re the one leaving bombs easily available for the kids to get to! Who else am I gonna blame!?”

“How bout the two gremlins who caused the explosion in the first place!?!?” the two of them looked down at the kids who were now looking down shamefully at their pictures. “Now don’t you two think you’re getting out of this by being cute.” Rocket scolded.

“He’s right. What you two did was completely dangerous and unsafe! You could’ve been hurt or worse killed!” the two kids looked at each other before holding up their pictures.

“What? What’s this more trash? Better be a written apology.” Rocket said as he took Groot’s picture while Peter took (y/n)’s. Rocket pulled out a pair of glasses and set them along his muzzle as he looked at the picture.  “Huh this is….hmm…..wow this is, this is pretty cool. Oh this is very nice!”

“Let me see.” Rocket showed Peter Groot’s picture to see that it was all of them together with Groot encompassing his arms around his friends and family.  “Wait why am I crying in the picture?”

“Cause you’re always a crybaby Quill. Face it, you whine more than these two do.”

“I do not!” Peter whined.  Rocket raised his brow with an expression that said, ‘really?’ Peter grumbled before clearing his throat and said.  “Well at least my baby girl sees her father for what he truly is. BAM! Top that!” Peter then turned over (Y/n)’s picture.

She had drawn each of the Guardians in a way she always remembers them.  Her and her dad dancing to music, her aunt Gamora’s hugs, climbing onto uncle Drax’s shoulders pretending he’s a mountain, and Rocket along with Groot (in his current state) with machines.

“Hmm. Impressive job there kid. Even though I still disagree with how you drew your old man.” Rocket ruffled (y/n)’s hair.  “We’re gonna have to get these two pictures framed, maybe even put them on top of the refrigerator.”

“You really like them?”

“Of course squirt, you and Groot did a pretty good job on each of your pictures.”

“I am Groot?” Peter and Rocket looked at each other before Peter said.

“As long as no one was hurt, I guess we can’t really fault you guys. Besides Rocket can fix this up.”

“WHAT!?!?”

“Your bombs, your mess. C’mon kiddo.” Peter picked (y/n) up and they walked back to their shared bed quarters.

As promised, Peter managed to find an old picture frame that he had kept and placed the picture inside and sealed it up before setting it right by the bed.

“There. Perfect spot for it.”

“Perfect spot for it.” (y/n) repeated which made Peter chuckle softly as he ruffled his daughter’s head.  “You know baby girl, that was pretty unsafe of what you and Groot did, I thought something bad had happened to you.”

“I sorry daddy. Just wanted to make the picture more prettyful.” She softly said.

“I know. But next time don’t follow Groot’s instructions on using bombs to make glitter. At this stage Groot’s a little psychopath.”

“What’s a psychopath?” she asked mispronouncing the word but Peter understood what she was saying.

“Well….it’s a person who doesn’t understand right from wrong and makes bad choices everytime. Which is something I don’t want you doing promise me okay?”

“I promise daddy.”

“That’s my girl. Now go to sleep.”

“Will you sing for me?”

“Of course. Which song shall it be tonight?”

“My song! My song! My song!” she cheered as she got under the covers.

“Alright, alright, alright calm down. Get settled in and I’ll sing it.” Once he tucked her in, Peter softly began to sing ‘Ooh child’, the very song she’s always loved ever since he officially adopted her what felt like a short time ago.

#guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy fanfiction #peter quill #peter quill x reader #peter quill imagine #peter quill imagines #peter quill fanfic #peter quill fanfiction #Rocket Raccoon #peter quill drabble #peter quill fluff #rocket raccoon imagines #groot #drax #gamora #guardians of the galaxy imagines #guardians of the galaxy imagine #guardians of the galaxy fandom #gotg x reader #gotg x child reader #marvel fandom #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #mcu oneshot

[credince--writes]

The Box

Drabble for a Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader Fic

Oh, and Roach is your brother.

Total cliffhanger lol, this is a setup for angst.

A/N: I needed a break from homework. I am starting this at 10pm PST. When this playlist I'm listening to ends, the drabble ends.

....

Roach crowded into the table to sit next to Ghost and Soap, pushing the boring tray of his lunch forward as he moved to sit.

It was funny in a way, making him feel like he was in middle school again. Down to the little carton of milk he wasn't sure he'd actually drink. Maybe he would, the lady in line had pushed the cold little box into his hands. The condensation collected on his palm as he felt some kind of responsibility to finish it now- at least for the 'lunch lady'.

"Supposed to go in and see Price later." Soap comments, shoving a forkful of whatever strange combination he had ended up mashing together on his tray.

Ghost makes a noise in acknowledgment, eating methodically-

Everything the man fucking did was methodical. Roach would put money on it every time Ghost sat down to shit he had a plan set in place- bet he was a weird fucker that would tear off two squares exactly, fold over, rinse, and repeat.

Why was he thinking about this?

Maybe he should just drink his milk.

Gaz groaned from behind him, striding up and slithering into their space as he kicked a leg over to join the Sargeants- and Lieutenant in eating. "I think this is one of the stupidest batches of rookies I've seen." He exclaims, before leaning down to inhale his food.

"Don't know their dick from their toes." Soap agrees.

Roach's eyes narrowed on his tray, watching as steam rose from it. The light feeling of its heat against his face as he stared down at it.

A poking to his side broke him from his thoughts, glancing over to see Soap jabbing his arm with a fork before poking at one of his side trays and asking 'you going tae' eat that?'

He sighed, pushed his tray over to him, and watched as the scott scarfed down his food.

.....

You set your laptop down on the coffee table, rising from your seat on the couch to stretch- groan much to loud at the feeling of your muscles stretching pleasantly after slaving against numbers in spreadsheets for what felt like much to long to not be human rights violation.

What were human rights again?

Something about water, maybe.

Probably not about remote work hellscapes.

Rocking back and forth- feeling your weight collect on your toes as you pushed forward up onto the tips of your toes and feeling your ankles pop and crack respectively.

Glancing down at the laptop, then to the doorway, back down to the table, and then stepping forward to leave the room for a moment to grab a glass of anything. Soda- Cherry Pepsi, stick a straw in the glass and watch it swirl in circles with the ice as your hand reached forward, clasping around it and feeling the condensation on your palm.

From your position in the kitchen, you could see what looked like a brown and red box sitting in front of your doorstep. The two windows framing your door blur with colors you couldn't remember being there.

Setting the glass down on the kitchen counter, padding forward, and gingerly pulling the door open to glance out onto the small concrete front porch.

It was a box-

Maybe her neighbor had dropped it off?

Eggs?

No. They couldn't get in the gate-

The gate.

There's a gate.

How did the box get here?

You dropped down into a squat, eyeballing the box until your eyes fell upon a sticker slapped onto the side of the box. Eyes following, reading the typed-out font on the side.

'TO:

GARY'R'SANDERSON

FROM:

M'

You blinked, the feeling of something tense in the back of your throat that screamed something was wrong.

If someone had been here, your doorbell camera would've gone off-

Normally it would be the stray raccoon, maybe even a deer walking a yard triggering it. But why wouldn't it of gone off now? How the hell did this get here?

You stepped back, eyes never leaving the box.

The bottom left corner, on the opposite side of the sticker seemingly had a leak- the cardboard darkened around the red tape haphazardly wrapped around the box multiple times.

You know you shouldn't call him- he's working.

He could get in trouble if you called.

He probably wouldn't even pick up after your argument with him.

No.

This was wrong. Even if it was some stupid fucking prank.

Reaching back, grabbing your phone, and pressing the dial button to call your brother you waited before hanging up and calling again. It would go to voicemail the first time- his phone was on do not disturb unless called twice.

..

Roach leaned back in his seat, eyes scanning over the paper in the manila file reading over the most recent intel on finding his whereabouts.

Price continued to speak on the matter, elaborating on some intentionally vague points in the paperwork where favors for intel had been called in.

Unofficial details.

Then the unmistakable sound of his phone ringing stunned the room into silence. Price stopped and raised an eyebrow at him.

Roach's eyes widened, hands slapping against his pants until he pulled the phone out, not bothering to glance down and read who was calling before muting it.

"Something important, Sargeant?" Price asked, a semi-amused twinkle in his eyes at the calm- but ever-frantic look in Roach's body language as the phone started ringing.

"Must've been a wrong number." He replies.

Price nods, starting back on his readings.

It starts ringing again.

"Shit." Roach hisses, pulling his phone out and standing. Glancing down to see your name displayed on the screen. His eyes narrow, silently cursing your name. Accepting the call as he continued to work his way to the door, trying to squeeze back Soap who wasn't intentionally making it easy for him to leave the room with his chair slid back.

"Hello?" He asked into the mic of the phone.

"Gary, this isn't funny." Your voice- seemingly shaken voice chastised him.

He continued walking. "What? What's funny? I'm at work- you can't call unless it is an emergency-"

"Gary." Your voice stopped him.

Roach stopped, slowly turning and staring at Price. Who's eyes latched to his-

The color must've drained from his face. Something must've screamed the red flag he was feeling in your voice.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"How did this box get here?"

"I need more than that, what is happening?"

"Gary there is a box on the front porch addressed to you."

He's rushing back forward, putting his phone on speaker and planting both of his hands on the table staring that the phone screen.

"Don't take it inside- you didn't take it inside did you? Explain it more- I need more details." He starts working in overdrive- thinking of all of the things that it could mean- a bomb? Could there be a fucking bomb on her porch?

"I- I didn't take it inside. I'm inside now. It's big- it's leaking."

If his grip was any tighter he'd break the table. The whites of his knuckles were whiter than snow.

"It's addressed to me?" He asks.

"To 'GaryRSanderson-" You started "Your middle name isn't R, Gary-, is this a prank?"

"You need to get out of the house- now."

"Hey- this is John." Price steps forward, and his voice is collected, even. "Sweetheart, I need you to tell me who it was from- did the postman drop it off?"

The sound of you running through the house, the jingling of your keys.

"My camera didn't see anyone- the postman can't get in through the gate. I thought this was some prank. What's going on?"

"Do you remember how to get to the base?" John asks.

"Yea, I can get there."

"I need you to go there, we will sort it out from there. Keep talking, was there any more information on the package?"

Roach is frozen in place, the start of panic seeping into his flesh and bones. His muscles were completely tense as he stared down at the phone.

"It- All it said was 'From M'." You started.

It felt like the room dropped ten degrees.

#Simon Riley x Reader #simon 'ghost' riley #Simon 'ghost' riley x reader #john price #john soap mactavish #gaz garrick #gary roach sanderson #Roach

[1whore1gang]

Post MW3 Drabble:

Implied Soap x Reader, Platonic! TF141 x Reader, Potential Ghost x Reader if you squint. (made for f!reader)

SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVENT PLAYED THE GAME

enjoy :)

CW: causing,mentions of death, mental health, grief

It was hard for all of you when it happened. It was so quick, yet everything moved in slow motion as his body hit the ground.

The moment still haunts all of your dreams, replaying over and over in your minds.

It was the worst for you. It took weeks before you stopped crying as soon as you woke up. You’d gotten so used to rolling over and snuggling into Johnny every morning. He was your sunshine.

The first few nights were the worst, staring at the indent in the bed where he’d laid not even a week ago. You didn’t dare touch it, wanting to preserve him in a weird way.

You couldn’t even shower without breaking down. Johnny would always come sit on the sink and talk to you while you showered. It felt so empty without him.

Everything felt empty. Brushing your teeth without his arms wrapping around you. Making food and only making enough for you. Going to bree coffee and accidentally grabbing his mug with yours.

Nothing felt right, and you couldn’t bear it. Luckily you weren’t grieving alone. Simon was struggling just as bad as you were. Johnny was like a brother to him.

Many night the two of you sat in silence in the common area. No words are exchanged most of the time, you both just needed company.

The team all made sure to try to do little things for you. They bought you flowers, took you out for lunches. Price did whatever he could to attempt to keep you from spiraling. He even offered to let you give him a haircut, knowing you’d always make fun of him for how scruffy he was.

Gaz would make you sweets or help with chores around base. He would take you on walks or take you with on errands just so you wouldn’t be alone.

No matter what though, you still had this void in your life. You felt like a piece of you drifted away on that cliff with his ashes. It felt like you had watched your life dissipate into the wind.

He took a part of you with him, and you were afraid you’d never get it back.

You’d spend countless nights looking at old photos, reading old love notes he wrote you. You’d watch videos of him just to keep his voice fresh in your memory.

The only thing you were beginning to forget was his touch. The way his hands would ignite sparks at the slightest graze was slowly leaving you. The gentleness of his grasp was slipping away.

You missed him so bad, and it was beginning to become unbearable.

You were awake one night a couple of days after his death, lost in a rabbit hole of pictures and videos. It was nearly 3 AM, but you didn’t notice nor dare. A knock hit your door, and it creaked open to reveal Simon.

“Hey Johnny have you seen my-“ He looked up at you and realized his mistake. “I’m sorry Y/N…”

It took you a second to collect yourself but you smiled at him. “Hi Simon. Are you okay?” You watched as he began to slightly tear up. Simon wasn’t a cryer, but Soap’s death has broke him to his core.

“I miss him.” He said, his voice breaking your own heart. You looked down for a second, deciding if you were ready.

“Need a friend?” You said as you patted the side of the bed where Johnny used to sleep. Simon nodded but paused.

“Are you sure?” He said, cautious.

“Mhm. It feels too empty in here. It’s too quiet.” Simon nodded again as he removed his mask and sat next to you.

You both sat and reminisced on Johnny’s life. Sharing memories and laughs, you both began to feel better.

“I’m gonna try to get some rest. Just wake me if you need anything okay?” You began to lay down, feeling the bed shift as Simon rolled over with a ‘Goodnight.’

You felt the mattress dip and it’s like your body went into shock. That feeling was all to familiar and your brain was screaming at you to turn over and look for Johnny.

Sniffles began to sound out of you at the feeling and the memories it brought to your mind. Maybe you weren’t ready after all.

“Hey, are you okay?” You felt Simon place his hand on you gently.

“I don’t know.” You sobbed out, not strong enough to look at him.

“Do me a favor, roll over.” He helped you move onto your opposite side to face him. “Trust me?” You nodded and he pulled you into his chest as he held you, brushing his fingers through your hair and quietly shushing you. “I know how bad it hurts and I’m so sorry.”

From that night forward, Simon spent almost every night in your room, just so you both could actually get some sleep. The comfort of having someone there brought you both peace.

Weeks had gone by and you realized something was off with yourself. You woke up and looked at the day and panicked.

You were a week late.

You sneakily ran down to the store a block away and bought a pregnancy test, or two, or three.

Running back to your room unseen, you were quick to unwrap them and take them.

Minutes passed that felt like hours when your timer went off. You flipped each one over, looking at the results.

Positive

Positive

Positive

“Shit!” You yelled, your hands flying to your hair. As soon as the word left your mouth, you heard your door open and Simon enter. “Y/N?? You here? We missed you at training.”

You walked out of your bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind you and standing in front of it. “Are you okay? You look pale.” Simon walked up to you and placed his hands on your face to feel for a fever.

“Yeah I’m fine, I woke up late.”

“No, something’s wrong. Your eyes widened when something’s wrong and your pupils are dilated. Your breathing is elevated too.” How the fuck does he know that?!

“Just panicked about the fact I woke up late.” You shrugged it off, unmoving.

“What’s in the bathroom Y/N?” His voice drew serious. He wasn’t asking, he was telling you to move.

“Nasty stuff really, that time of the month ya know?” He didn’t believe you.

“Let me see. Nothing I haven’t seen before. In fact, I’ve seen worse.” What the fuck? “Please move.”

You swallowed HARD. “I don’t want you to see it though.”

“Y/N. Move. I know better than that. I’m not stupid. Let me see the bathroom.”

It took a lot of arguing before you stepped aside. Simon walked past you and his eyes laid on the tests. “You’re pregnant? This is what you were hiding?”

He turned to you. “Yeah…I don’t know how far along I am.” Simon nodded and chewed on his lip for a moment in thought.

“Johnny’s?”

Although it wasn’t a question, it was more of a statement, it hung heavy in the air. “Yeah, Johnny.”

Simon audibly swallowed as he continued to stare at the positive text on each one. He hasn’t moved hardly past the doorframe, hand still on the knob.

“I’ll help you.”

“Huh?” His words hadn’t registered in your mind yet.

“This is going to be okay. I’ll help you.” Simon turned to you and grabbed your hands, squeezing them. “You’re going to be okay.”

And you were. Simon helped you. You both went to appointments and began to buy things little by little. Simon even applied for housing so you didn’t have to do this in the barracks.

6 months in and it turned out everything was going to be okay.

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #johnny mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick

[dianneking]

Fanfiction Masterlist

Mainly in the Gwendoline Christie fandom & adjacent. 

 Requests are open, but I am slow at writing, so it might take a while to get to it.

You can also find most of my fics on my AO3 profile, DragonMist.

Ongoing weekly writing challenge masterpost.

Collections: 10 Days of Gwen Goodbyes  (100-word angsty drabbles with Gwendoline Christie’s main characters)

(Wednesday fandom) ------------

Larissa/Reader

- Entwined Destinies - Oneshot, gn! Reader is an empath and a teacher |Tumblr  Also on  AO3

- Intoxicated - Two-shot, gn! Reader is a vampire and a teacher. Drunkennes, angst and drama |Part 1 - Part 2  Also on  AO3

- Dangerous Games - Oneshot, gn!Reader is not jealous. Larissa tries to prove them wrong. Angst. | On Tumblr and AO3

- Nightmares - Fluff & Comfort fic, established relationship | also on AO3

-  She - Songfic based on Dodie's song, angst, larissa x Librarian!Reader - also on AO3

- I wish I knew (you wanted me) - Oneshot, mutual pining. Larissa announces her engagement, Reader thinks something’s off| also on AO3

-Loving You (Amandoti) - Sad! Angst, hurt no comfort. Songfic.  Larissa’s wife waits for her on their anniversary, but Larissa won’t come home | also on AO3 

-Breaking the Silence - Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort. R! wants answers. | also on AO3 

- The Affair - Morally Ambiguous Larissa x Teacher Reader. Multichapter. | Also on AO3

Larissa/Marilyn|Laurel

- Surprising Like Good Coffee On A Bad Day- Longfic (30k+ words), coffee-shop AU, slow burn, COMPLETE! | Only on AO3

-Jealousy (I Could Be A Better Boyfriend Than Him) One-Shot, Angst, Jealous!Larissa |  also on AO3

- SOS One-Shot, Fluff, Flustered Larissa| also on AO3 

- All in her head One-shot Post-canon Fix-it. Laurel is visited in the hospital by Larissa | also on AO3. 

- The Disease - Hanahaki trope with not-really-unrequited love b/t Laurel and Larissa | also on AO3. 

Morticia/Larissa

- Shapes of Love - Longfic AU (SW!Larissa x RichWidow!Morticia), COMPLETED | Only on AO3 

 Marilyn/Reader/Larissa 

- Between Them (There is no Space)- Two-shot, angst and feels. | Tumblr Part I Part II Also on AO3

Marilyn/Reader

- Secret Admirer - Oneshot, Ungendered Reader, Angst, jealous Marilyn and protective parental figure Larissa. From an anon request | also on AO3 

- In Sickness - Minishot, slice of life. Marilyn takes care of sick SO reader | On Tumblr only.

- Running yourself to the ground - Oneshot, Hurt/comfort, Platonic. TW: Self harm | On Tumblr only.

- Spa Night - Oneshot, Fluff | On Tumblr

 Larissa/Morticia/Gomez

- First Evening Back - Oneshot, short fic, angsty polyamory negotiations, feels. | Only on AO3

- Larissa’s Gloomy Summer - Multichapter fic. 19k words| Polyamory negotiations, quirky with feelings. | COMPLETED | on AO3 only. 

Brienne of Tarth/ Reader (Game of Thrones) 

- Unrelenting Love - Songfic to Madeline by Kiki Rockwell, Epic Love | also on AO3 

- It’s not too late if we’re alive - WWII AU oneshot where Brienne is an officer, R is a nurse,,and they are former lovers | also on AO3 

-On The Seashore - Queerplatonic Prompt Fic - Brienne and R are adventurers together and there’s talk of settling down | also on AO3

 Miranda Hilmarson (Top of the Lake: China Girl) 

- Hold me (I need to cry) - Robin Griffin x Miranda Hilmarson. Robin realizes her feelings for Miranda and breaks down into her arms | also on AO3 

- The Set-Up - Miranda x Reader | Mutual pining, idiots in love | also on  AO3

- In Her Arms - Robin x Miranda. Prompt: Queerplatonic Relationship. Angst and Fluff. | also on AO3 

Captain Phasma x Reader  (Star Wars)

- -Curiosity killed the cat - ...and satisfaction brought her back | two-shot NSFW smut | Only on Tumblr

- Daddy's girl | NSFW smut, sugar daddy Phasma | also on Ao3

Lucifer Morningstar (The Sandman) 

- Stranger in the Park | Lucifer x Reader post-breakup hurt/comfort fic| on AO3 

Rare Pairings & No Pairings

- Paradise - Larissa Weems/Valerie Kinbott - Fluffy angst - Valerie finds Larissa dancing in her office | also on AO3 

- Unscrupolous - Laurel Gates/ Sheriff Galpin - Darkfic, Emotional Manipulation. | only on AO3

- Time, and other hazy concepts - adult Wednesday / Larissa Weems | Weird, stream of consciousness fic | also on AO3 

- The Painter (Larissa Weems Snippet) - super short ficlet focused on Larissa’s past as a model for a painter. TW: Drug use mentions, off-screen death.| Only on Tumblr.

- New Teacher in Town (Larissa Weems x Melissa Schemmenti) | Crossover Wednesday/Abbott Elementary. | Mel is the new hire in Nevermore. Larissa has some issues with it.| also on  AO3

- Happy Birthday, Blondie! (Larissa x Melissa)  | Crossover Wednesday/Abbott Elementary. | Also on AO3

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Requests for Larissa, Marilyn, Laurel, Morticia (with potential Reader mixed in) fanfictions are open! Here are my rules/ what I'm not comfortable writing. Also, know that I write excruciatingly slowly, so it might take a while for me to get your request out.

#larissa weems #larissa x morticia x gomez #larissa x marilyn fanfic #fanfiction masterlist #dianneking #larissa weems fanfiction #dragonmist #larissa x reader #larissa x reader x marilyn #marilyn thornhill fanfiction #wednesday #wednesday fanfic #wednesday fandom #wednesday the series #gwendoline christie characters fanfiction #marilyn thornhill fanfic #larissa weems angst #larissa weems x reader #larissa x marilyn fluff #brienne of tarth x reader #larissa weems/marilyn thornhill #brienne of tarth/you #Surprising Like Good Coffee On A Bad Day #marilyn thornhill x reader #marilyn thornhill/ reader #larissa weems/ wednesday addams #larissa weems x wednesday addams #wednesday addams x larissa weems #miranda hilmarson fanfiction #miranda hilmarson x robin griffin

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Best Friend Pt.4

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 1.9k

Drabble 16 - Jungkook and Taehyung make a shocking discovery 

warnings: swearing

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

It’s a Thursday night, Jungkook and Taehyung are sitting in Jungkook’s lounge watching hours upon hours of security footage from both yours and Kook’s apartment building that the private investigator has been kind enough to share with them. There’s leftover Chinese takeout food scattered across the dark wooden coffee table, it’s almost eleven pm, adrenaline and desperation are the only thing keeping the pair awake.

After your police questioning Jungkook rushed over to Taehyung’s townhouse, where you explained to him that you think Namjoon still may have a key to your apartment, making him (in Jungkook’s opinion) their number one suspect. Jimin was there too, he gave details of how he’d seen your ex and Jennie right outside the building, something that you’d told Jungkook previously but he hadn’t thought much of it until that day. That was a week ago now, and every night since after work he and Taehyung have dedicated what little free time they have to watching the security footage themselves.

Recently he purchased a new television for a date idea he’d planned, and executed perfectly, little did he know just how useful that decision would prove to be. Now there’s two huge televisions in his lounge, the usual one, mounted to wall with an electric fire underneath – and the new one, sitting directly in front of the fire on the hard floor. Your building security tape is playing on the top tv, Jungkook’s on the bottom. Between the two best friends they’re adamant that they’re going to solve this themselves, as the police and private investigators have proven to be useless.

“You’d better be prepared for the case of your life,” Jungkook mumbles, he’s sat back in sweatpants and a hoodie, legs spread wide open as he keeps his eyes fixed to the screens in front of him, “Cause’ if I see Namjoon on this thing I’m gonna kill him myself.”

At this Taehyung laughs sleepily, adjusting the thin gold rimmed glasses that he has to wear when concentrating to save himself a headache, eyes still glued to the screens, “You’ll have to find a new attorney cause if it turns out he did this, I’ll help you bury his body.”

“What I don’t understand is how somebody was able to get into my apartment to steal the camera and then Y/N’s to leak the video,” Kook rubs his face, reminding himself that he needs to shave in the morning, “Namjoon would’ve never been allowed in my building.”

“What about Jennie? She’s been here before right?”

“Mmm, somebody would’ve stopped her, it’s been over a year since she was last here and even then I think she only came over once.”

Taehyung takes a beat before deciding to change the subject, he needs a mental break from this whole situation that’s taken over his life, “So when’s Y/N moving in?”

“Haven’t asked her yet,” Jungkook huffs with an awkward chuckle, “It’s hard to find the right moment for something like that with this shit going on.”

Pretty soon after you’d first said ‘I love you’ he told his best friend he was going to ask you to live with him, not because you’re ‘technically homeless’ but because he dreads the days when he wakes up and you’re not here. Six months ago Taehyung would’ve been shocked at the fact he wanted to take such a big step in a relationship, but the only shocking part about this is how Taehyung has actually managed to keep it a secret.

“Does your mom know that she’s gonna be moving in?”

“Yeah she’s all for it, my dad tried to talk me out of it obviously but when have I ever cared about his opinion?” Jungkook scoffs, mostly to himself. He’s unsure why his dad doesn’t approve of his relationship but truthfully he doesn’t care, his father doesn’t approve of a lot of things he does and it’s never stopped him from doing them.

“I guess some people could say it’s a bit soon, you’ve known each other what six months now?” Taehyung leans forward, taking a quick sip of fanta before settling back into his seat.

“Ahh that’s true but…” Jungkook smiles, quickly checking his phone for any notifications, typing a quick reply when he sees your name, “When you know, you know.”

Y/N: I miss you ☹

Jungkook: I miss you too baby

“I’m jealous, didn’t know you were such a romantic.” Tae chuckles, cracking his stiff neck as Jungkook pockets his phone, “Hang on is that Jennie?”

Both men sit up straight, suddenly feeling wide awake. Jungkook pauses the screens, and there his ex whatever she is was – clear as day, unlocking the door to your old apartment with a key she’d pulled from her coat pocket. She was alone, glancing round the corridor before entering your private space.

“Ring the PI,” Jungkook instructs his friend, “That’s Jennie.”

“How hasn’t somebody picked up on this?” Taehyung frowns, he’s furious, already dialling the number of their private investigator.

“What’s the bet that she got that key from Namjoon?” Jungkook’s voice is raised as it all clicks into place, your ex-boyfriend is a dead man.

“Over the odds I’d say.” Tae mumbles, calling the PI again when he doesn’t answer the first time, “It must’ve been Jennie who stole your camera from your apartment too.”

But that doesn’t make any sense to Jungkook – there’s no way Jennie would’ve been able to get into his apartment without being questioned, all the security staff know to let you in because you’re his girlfriend, but her? There’s just no way. He’s frowning, checking the date of the security footage from your building so he knows exactly when the tape was leaked. It was the final day of your trip to Korea, of course it was, so that means his camera had to have been stolen before that. While Taehyung attempts to reach the PI one final time Jungkook rewinds the footage playing on the bottom tv, going back to the day before Jennie broke into your apartment.

“We’ve already watched this Guk.” Taehyung looks to him with confusion, somewhat sleep deprived.

“We must’ve missed something, the camera had to be stolen before that.”

Jungkook’s going crazy, all he can think about is the fallout of what Jennie had done. He’d almost lost you, important company investors, not to mention his mom was heartbroken to say the least. All the shit you’ve been through was because of her, her and Namjoon. His leg bounces as a distraction from his own intrusive thoughts.

“Guk the only person that goes in is Y/N.” Taehyung can tell his best friend is close to snapping, but he knows full-well that they’ve already watched the footage for that day and so he tries to rationalise with him, “We watched this two days ago, look it’s Y/N-“ He points to the screen upon seeing your figure arrive at the building wearing all black.

“Wait.” Your boyfriend pauses the television, Taehyung sighs, “Is this clip from the day before Jennie was at Y/N’s apartment?”

Tae freezes, frantically checking the tiny, barely noticeable date and times that display in the corner of the screen, “Yeah definitely… But we were in Seoul that day. Are you saying you think the tapes been tampered with?! How can Y/N be in two places at once? One of the security team must’ve edited—”

Jungkook zones out of the conversation, his racing heartbeat is deafening as the realisation hits him like a tonne of bricks – the video hasn’t been edited, but that’s not you in his building either. No, the truth is far worse than that. He pushes his hair back in a hurry, audibly exhaling, you’re going to be devastated.

“It’s not edited.” Kook’s voice is deep, he presses play on the remote, cursing himself for not noticing this sooner,

“Jungkook the date has to have been edited, that’s Y/N!” 

“No, it’s not.” 

x

#oto #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook bts #jungkook ff #jungkook series #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #jungkook reactions #jungkook fic #ceo!jungkook #sugardaddy!jungkook #sugar daddy bts #boyfriend jungkook #rich!jungkook #jeongguk #jungk0oksthighs #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #best friend tae #taehyung #taehyung x reader #bts #bts ff #kpop ff

[lightupthemoon]

The Effect You Got On Me: From the Vault (No. 1)

No. 1: don't worry, darling, 'cause I'm here with you

No. 2 // No. 3 // No. 4 // No. 5 // No. 6 // No. 7 // No. 8 // No. 9 // No. 10

Summary: Drabble collection based on the events of The Effect You Got On Me

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader.

Song: Don't Worry by the 1975

Warnings: None for this one, just wholesome friendship. However, 18+ for future parts, minors DNI.

Word count: 1.7 K

Read on AO3 // PLAYLIST

Author's Note: Basically, I'll be posting drabbles that were meant to be part of the main story, so I'll give you context for each if needed. This one, specifically, was the first version I wrote for part 1, and it's a look into the friendship. If anyone wants to be tagged for this, lemme know. Enjoy!

"Fuck, I shouldn't be here." 

You sniffled and frantically rummaged through your bag, searching for the tiny mirror you always had with you. You brought it up to your face once you found it, seeing your messy reflection and trying to get the running mascara off your face with the back of your hand. At least your looks matched how you felt inside. You sighed, defeated, as you only made it worse. You looked back at the door, chewing on your lip, still deciding whether or not you should knock. 

You didn't even really know how you ended up there. You just knew you ran out of the coffee shop where the girl you loved broke your heart and you found yourself there, outside of Kate Bishop's apartment. While you and Kate were friendly, you weren’t that close. She was funny and easy to talk to and you enjoyed her company as much as her wild stories about all the trouble she'd get herself into, but she wasn't your best friend. There was no reason for you to be here and yet, here you were. Heartbroken, mascara running down your face, and knocking on her door. 

A bit of fumbling was heard on the other side, before a small "coming!" followed. It sounded a bit far, and you pondered how many seconds you had left to turn on your heels and walk away before she could see you.

Out of sight, out of mind, right? 

The door opened just as you were about to turn around and she looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, confusion written all over her ocean blue eyes. 

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Kate immediately asked, her expression softening as she took a good look at you. "What happened to you?" 

You regretted being there immediately. "God, Kate, I'm so sorry to bother you, I just—" I don't even know why I'm here. "You know what? I shouldn't have come, I'll let you be." 

You turned around and took a step towards the stairwell before you felt a hand wrap around your arm, pulling you back to where you were. 

"Don't be ridiculous, you're not bothering me. Come on in," Kate said, stepping aside to let you walk into her house. "I have pizza on the way." 

She didn't let go of her grip on you until you were sitting on her couch in front of a flat-screen TV playing some random sitcom on mute. By the looks of the books and notes spread across the coffee table, you could tell you had caught her studying for something. 

"Kate, I'm sure you are busy and I wouldn't want to—" 

"I told you, you're not bothering me. I needed a break anyway." Kate brushed it off as she walked to the kitchen area. "I'm gonna make you a cup of tea, alright?" 

You thanked her and sat quietly, looking around her loft apartment. You had only been there twice, once for a party during freshman year and the second time a few months before, when you had tagged along with America, your actual best friend, to pick her up for some sort of sporty tournament they were competing in. The place mainly remained untouched, with the exception of the very friendly golden retriever that had greeted you the last time you were there. 

"Where's your dog?" You asked looking back at her as she set two cups down on her kitchen counter. 

"He's on a date," she said with a little amused smile on her lips as she poured boiling water into the cups. She continued, "Yelena is convinced that her dog, Fanny, and Lucky have a lot of chemistry so she wanted to take them out together to the dog park to confirm her theory they are meant to be." She put a tea bag on each of the cups and let them sit for a moment, while she looked for something on a table at the far end of the loft. "She is keeping him for the night because, according to her, they need time to bond." 

You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped your lips at the thought of two dogs in love. "That's adorable." 

"Yeah, she's been sending me a lot of pictures. I'll show you in a bit." 

Kate returned to her living room holding a cup in each hand and something under her right arm. She placed both mugs on the coffee table and sat on the couch facing you, sitting cross-legged on the cushions while she pulled whatever she was holding from under her arm. Up close, you could see it was makeup remover wipes.

"Now, she said, pulling one out of the container and carefully grabbing your chin to make you look at her. "Let me take care of this." 

You nodded, your breath getting caught in your throat as she gently dabbed the wipe across your face, getting rid of every trace of mascara she found, the tip of her tongue peeking out of a corner of her mouth in concentration. You just sat there, looking at her with silent gratitude. Maybe this was why you had come to her—America had always said Kate had a way of making everyone feel safe around her and right at that moment, you felt protected. 

"All done," she said after a while of comfortable silence around you with a prideful look on her face. 

"Thank you," you muttered and grabbed the cup of tea in front of you with both hands, letting its warmth fill you up. 

"Don't mention it," she replied, mirroring you and leaning back on the couch. "Wanna talk about it?" 

You sighed, finally remembering why you had ended up here in the first place. Kate looked at you expectantly, taking a sip of her tea as she waited for you to speak. Telling her why you had crashed her night was the least you could do, even if you didn't really want to. 

"Do you remember Sharon, my girlfriend?" You asked. Kate nodded. "She called me today saying we needed to talk and, long story short, she said she felt lost and needed to find herself outside of me, that she wasn't sure she felt the same way and—" your voice started breaking, tears threatening to fall again. "She broke up with me."

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry," Kate cooed, putting down her mug again and leaning forward to caress your arm up and down. "Can I give you a hug?" 

You put down your mug too and that was all the confirmation Kate needed to wrap her arms around you, holding you to her tightly while stroking your back soothingly. Her tenderness made you break down again, immediately sobbing on her shoulder, unable to contain yourself despite feeling embarrassed your friend was seeing you like this. Kate didn't seem to mind, never losing her hold on you while whispering softly "it's okay, you're going to be okay'' into your hair. 

"Is there something wrong with me, Kate? Why wasn't I enough?" the words escaped your lips unintentionally. The brunette pulled away just enough to hold your cheeks in her hands so you would look into her eyes. 

"Nothing's wrong with you, Y/N, some people are just dumb enough to not see what they have. She's going to regret letting you go, I promise you that." She was so reassuring and gentle that you almost believed her, even when your entire world had been shifted upside down. 

"I love her and she just–" 

"Oh, I know, dear, she sucks. You deserve so much better than that." 

Before any of you could say something else, Kate's phone started buzzing on the coffee table and she widened her eyes as if she had just remembered something, pulling away and leaning forward just enough to reach her phone. 

"Shit, I forgot…" She muttered mostly to herself, looking at the screen of her phone while scrunching up her nose and answering the call. "Hey, I'm so sorry, but something came up. Raincheck?" you saw a flash of annoyance appear in her eyes as she listened to whoever was on the other line, which wasn't noticeable at all when she spoke again. "I'll make it up to you, gorgeous, I promise. Gotta go, though, bye," she hung up the call and put her phone back on the table. She looked back at you. "Sorry about that." 

You cleared your throat and wiped the tears left on your face. "I interrupted something, didn't I?" You said, your first instinct being to get up and walk away. You stood up from the couch. "You had a date and I just barged in here without a warning and–" 

"Y/N, you didn't interrupt anything, I swear. Sit back down," she placed her hand on your arm, slightly pulling down on your sweater for you to sit again. She looked at you with soft reassuring eyes and after the night you had, you weren't going to fight it. “Come on, tell me what else happened.”

Falling into a comforting bubble of trust with Kate was easier than you ever thought it would be. She listened to you ramble on and on about your heartbreak, listening to every word out of your mouth as if it were the most important thing ever spoken. Not once did she make you feel judged, or like a burden. She was not shy with sharing her opinions about Sharon–which, truthfully, lined up with everything else your other friends had expressed before–but she didn’t dwell too much on it, clearly trying to not make you feel any worse. Soon enough, the conversation topic shifted and you were no longer crying. 

A soft knock on the door resonated across the room, making Kate stand up immediately. "That's probably the pizza. Here," she reached for her phone again, and handed it up to you, her text message conversation with Yelena on the screen. "Look at the pictures while I get it, be right back." 

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped your lips as you saw the first picture, a selfie of the very excited blonde and the two dogs sitting in a park. You swiped to the left and a picture of Lucky and Fanny walking side by side came up, Yelena's hand holding the purple and red leashes while giving a thumbs up. The remaining pictures were just as adorable, both dogs either playing together or laying on the grass side by side while looking into the horizon. 

"Pretty cute, right?" Kate returned with a squared box in her hands, putting it on her small dining table near the stairs to her bedroom. "Come on, pizza is medicine for heartbreak, dig in." 

“Thank you, Kate.”

“No need to thank me. That’s what friends are for, right?”

TAGLIST: @sunshadesnrainbowz @imlike-so-gaydude @hopingforromanoff @ittynyte

#Kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x you #marvel fanfiction #kate bishop fluff #hawkeye series #hawkeye #writing #the effect you got on me

[starpirateee]

After seeing your Dan and Donna hcs I honestly wanna see a drabble with the concept of the relationship being polled and debated if you haven't already because that's just hilarious

That is absolutely hilarious, it would be my absolute pleasure!!

Donna arrived in the green room late. That wasn't entirely unusual; she came from further and she was in the habit of collecting coffee for herself and Dan on the way in. This time around, there was a telling grin on her face, that made Dan raise an eyebrow curiously. "you're looking... Awake. What is it?"

"Does it have to be anything?" She answered, taking his coffee from the cardboard holder and passing it off to him.

"Well, no..." he answered as his fingers laced around the cup, "but nobody's ever this alive at," he checked his watch, "5:40 in the morning."

"Okay, okay, you got me there. They're at it again!"

"Huh?" It took him a moment to compute what that meant, but really, Donna didn't have to elaborate on it. This was the third time someone had tried to host an online poll to decide "once and for all" whether he and Donna were really in a relationship or not. They'd been co-workers for years, and someone had once said that the most telling sign was that he looked at her like she'd hung the moon, which was near enough true as far as those things went.

Donna inspected her engagement ring while Dan chuckled to himself, twisting it one way and then the other. She didn't have to live so far away for long. As soon as the two of them could find a spare weekend, she was going to up sticks and move in with him. Frankly, she couldn't wait for that day to come, whenever that would be.

"What's the verdict so far?" Dan asked, drawing her back into the moment. "Do they think we're together or not?"

"You remember the one from the first poll who was absolutely convinced we were divorced?"

"Oh yeah?"

"They're back. We're still divorced, apparently."

Dan laughed. Younger people got divorced, sure, but he was barely into his thirties, and that barely seemed like enough time to have experienced life, let alone been married and divorced. "Before we even get married? Where's the fun in that?"

"You should see how many people have told them how wrong they are... You wouldn't expect this much detail from a university dissertation!"

That only made him laugh harder, through the sheer force of thinking about what the comment section of that poll actually looked like.

They were interrupted by a swift knock on the door, and a runner poked her head through as Dan took a lengthy sip of his coffee.

"Morning! Just so you know, you're on in fifteen!"

"Thanks, Ellen." Donna turned to her with a smile, and then before she could leave, she added, "is Dave here yet?"

"Media Dave or lighting Dave?"

"Media Dave."

"He just got here. Why?"

Donna tried to keep herself from laughing. "Could you tell him to look at the polls and come by, if he can?"

Just like Dan, Ellen didn't have to think too much about it either. Everyone at the Hatchetfield news station knew about the time-honored tradition of the internet trying to decide whether or not Dan and Donna were together. Some of them voted, and reading the comments in the break room had become something of a passion among the crew. She nodded dutifully, and the news anchors hears her laughing as she disappeared down the corridor.

"Fifteen minutes," Donna took a sip of her own coffee. "How are we supposed to go about without knowing whether they think we're married! I need to know, Dan!"

"What d'you think, Donna? Do you think the reporters for the morning news are together? Apart? What's their deal?" Dan teased, leaning back against the couch and trying not to let that shit eating grin take over.

"I dunno, Dan, but there's something going on there, right?"

"Hmmm, no I think the divorce guy is onto something..."

Dave from media came running down the corridor, and Dan and Donna heard him try to stifle a laugh as he opened the door to the green room. "Mornin'... Ellen said you wanted to know what the people thought?"

"You already know what this is about," Dan smirked, a knowing raise of the eyebrows to follow. "And I'm guessing you've already seen it?"

"Seen it, Dan? I've been following it all morning!"

"Where's it at right now?"

"38 on you guys are separated, the other 62 on some kind of relationship... I swear, last time someone did this they all got convinced you were exes?"

"They did," Donna laughed, "but it's way funnier if they can't make their minds up! You couldn't... Vote for us while we're on air, could you?"

Donna had been known to participate too. The crew knew it, but nobody else did. Normally, she picked whichever side was winning and let the results speak for themselves. When people found out the first time— when Donna had been among the masses that thought they were together— Hatchetfield's social media scene went crazy. She told Dan she wanted to mess with them, but then she'd asked him out on their first date, and the rest was history.

Dave perked a little, a smile growing on his face. "What's your stance this time?"

"I think Dan's onto something with the whole divorced thing....."

#starkid #dan and donna #donna daggit #dan reynolds #void offering #star mail #nova's tags → #i'm back on my dan and donna bs apparently #i love them tbh they're iconic #i love them watching this debate live and pretending not to care #we're back to briefly writing actual drabbles for this one #i knew i couldn't make it long so i hope this little thing is good enough :)

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Burnt Toast and Vodka: Coffee and Face Masks

a/n: hi everyone! I decided to start a little drabble series with our bestie Yelena! Set in my universe of BTaV, it’s just a collection of fun little experiences with yelena and crew. If you have a prompt plz send it in!! I love this dynamic and i would love to keep writing for it. (If there’s another character you want to be besties with, you can send them in of course)

Burnt Toast and Vodka universe: Burnt Toast and Vodka Game Night (1) Laser Tag and Donuts Operation Pancake (The Plan pt1) Operation Sandra Bullock (The Plan pt2)

word count: 530

taglist: @sunshadesnrainbowz

warning(s): none - rusty writing maybe

Sighing, you absorbed the peacefulness of this moment. It wasn’t silent, oh no. Yelena and Kate arguing over the perfect shade of purple, Natasha and Clint arguing over what type of fruit exfoliates better, and Bucky with Sam in the corner, listening as the soldier explained different type of shampoo. You leaned your head back against the couch, sitting on the floor. You wiggled your toes, the divider between each one making it to where the paint wouldn’t smudge. You couldn’t exactly smile, the clay face mask tightening your skin so much you could barely blink.

“Hey, stop moving. Braiding hair is an art form Y/N.”

Tony exclaimed in faux anger, his fingers twisting your hair into his version of a French braid. You leaned your head back, stifling your laughter at what you saw. The Tony stark, wearing a towel wrapped around his head, glittery pink mask plastered to his face, while he crunched on the cucumbers he never placed on his eyes. The genius smiled at you sweetly before pushing your head back into an upright position with his pointer finger.

“Why would you put pineapples on your face Clint? Are you trying to break out?” Natasha’s incredulous cry silenced the room before everyone burst into laugher, except Clint who crossed his arms.

“The acid breaks down the dirt build up!”

“Yeah and YOUR SKIN!”

Natasha shook her head, waving her hands in the air. You chuckled, about to tease the archer when you heard Kate calling your name.

“Y/N, love of my life, sweetie-pie, tell Yelena that this,” she held up a nail polish bottle, “is plum!”

You squinted your eyes as you examined the color.

“Yeah that seems about right, what did you say it was Yelena?”

The blonde assassin looked around the room, mumbling something.

“Yelena, I’m all the way over here and I don’t have super hearing!” You joked.

“Navy purple.” She said, holding her chin up proudly. Tony let out a hum.

“That makes sense, it does give off a navy vibe. Did I used that word right?” He whispered the last part in your ear while Yelena did a little celebration dance. You gave him a thumbs up and laughed when he did a happy fist pump.

“I got the caffeine!” A loud Russian voice burst into your apartment, making everyone jump a bit. Alexi held two carriers full of coffee in his hand, showing it proudly to the group. Yelena and Natasha shook their head at their father but you, Tony, Kate, and Bucky all made ‘gimme’ motions with your hands, almost immediately receiving the hot beverage.

“Alexi you’re my favorite assassin.” You sighed out happily after taking a sip. Yelena let out a gasp, looking at you offended.

“That really hurts Y/N.” She said with doe eyes, blinking. You merely shrugged, taking another sip of your coffee. You were soon tackled by a blonde assassin, tickling your sides.

“Fine! Fine!” You laughed out, desperately trying to not spill your coffee, “You’re my favorite!”

Yelena sat next to you proudly, laughing as Tony playfully glared at her.

“My beautiful braid is ruined now, Belova.”

“Tony, whatever that was, it wasn’t beautiful.”

a/n: idk if this counts as a Drabble and i got off track but i really just wanted to share some little “domestic” moments between this friend group (I’ll write an one-on-one bestie fic with just yelena soon) thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!!

#yelena belova #yelena x reader #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x platonic!reader #bestie!yelena is top tier #kate bishop #kate bishop fanfiction #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x fem!reader #kate bishop x reader #yelena belova fanfiction #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova x fem!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff is alive #AU where everyone is happy #clint barton #clint barton x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky x sam #sam x reader #sam wilson #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #tony antis please dni #tony stark x reader #tony stark

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more dad!copia please!!!!

Well, here is these moments part two! Currently now working on the part three because there’s too much to write 💀.

WARNINGS- None again, just a shit load of fluff. Some depictions of pregnancy sickness but thats it <3.

(Edit- here’s part one why my phone doesn’t let my hyper link idk-)

These moments part 2 ~ dad!copia x fiancée!reader

(Small little time skip through a few days from part one)

You sit comfortably at your desk in the small office in the joint room, Copia looking through papers across the hall as he worked through his paperwork and duties for the day. You sigh and wince slightly, the all too familiar nausea hitting your stomach as you work away. The ice water on your desk slowly deprecating as you tried to rid the feeling. You had to tell him soon, and he planned a date tonight, this was perfect.

The twins sat babbling and giggling in the living room as they play away with their dolls and toys. You smile softly hearing them as you stood up slowly and walked to Copia’s office, gently knocking at the door. His attention snapped up to you from whatever papers you were working on and he smiled softly, his eyes kind yet tired as the looked up at you.

“Ah, dolce, do you eh, need anything?” He asked, sitting back in his chair. You cant help but smile at the sigh that came from his lips as his body stretched out and relaxed.

“No no, just wanted to see if you needed anything, thats all dear,” You chuckle, tilting your head softly with a giggle seeming the twins sprint to Copia.

He chuckles and picks them up, Prudence in one arm and Lilith in the other. In his typical playful fashion, he spins them around being careful to not bump into something. He smiles over at you and keeps them in his arms. “Well, a kiss with coffee would be nice~,” He teases, smirking over at you as the girls both let out a collective ‘eww’ at the mere mention of a kiss.

You go to turn back to the living quarters before turning around at the squeals of your little girls. You cant help but giggle seeing Copia put them on the couch of his office in the little library nook and start ticking them and ruffling their hair. “What’s wrong with kisses, eh?” He joked with your girls, their small squeaks making your heart burst as he kisses along their cheeks much to their playful detest. He needed to unwind and take a little break from his work, and this was the cutest way to do that. You chuckle and watch on for a little longer before that pang of nausea hits again, prompting you to walk to the kitchen.

You walk back to the living space, smiling softly at the squeals and giggles of your two girls and the laugher of your fiancée can still be herd in the kitchen on the opposite side of the hall. You hum softly and fill up the water pitcher and the kettle, flicking the kettle on before heading to the small office of yours to place the pitcher on the bedside. You hunch feeling a small kick in your stomach the pain not making the smile fade, your new arrival was kicking ever so softly as you walk back and make Copia’s coffee. You pour in the milk just the way he likes it and stir it before taking it back through to his office.

Your heart was too full at the kicking of the baby in you and the squeaks and giggles from your girls and the love of your life. You gently place the mug on his desk and walk over to them in the library nook. “Ok ok darlings, daddy needs too do his work,” You chuckle, Standing with your hands on your hips as your eyes look up at Copia, “And you, you need your work to be done,” you tease Copia.

He frowns playfully as the girls leap up and run to the living room again. “Aww, i was having fun,” he chuckles, standing up and holding your waist as he shuffled closer to you. You giggle softly at the feeling of his slight stubble brushing your neck as he gently places a kiss under your ear.

“Well, you can have your fun after the paperwork is done, mhm?” You smirk softly, kissing his lips like he wanted. “There’s your kiss and coffee, both just how you like them,” You giggle, beginning to walk back to your office space.

You hear his chuckle as he sits back down, smiling softly as you shut the door behind you. You swiftly sit down and begin to get back to your work. The day slowly growing to night as you work endlessly to finish your duties. Not long after the sun had set, you finished your work and stood up from the desk. Your body aching from being sat in the same position for hours as you walk through to the living room, you jump slightly seeing Copia sat there with the two girls as they talk about their day and what i had been doing. “Mummy was writing, a lot,” Prudence babbled out, Lilith nodding. “And! And mummy was always getting water!” Lilith stated making you panic slightly as you sit beside them. Copia looks up at you, a slight concern over his face as he hears that.

“It’s just been one of those days, not been feeling 100%,” you mutter, knowing you were lying but you didn’t want to spill it quite yet. He nods softly and stands up, making sure the girls stay seated.

“Well, mummy and I have a little date so you troublemakers will be in the hands of Uncle Swiss,” he stated, helping you up as you groan slightly. That pang in your stomach stronger than before. Both the girls squealed in excitement at the mention of Swiss, you and Copia both knew they loved Swiss and Swiss took amazing care of them anyway.

You both start getting ready, you subtly slipping a small box and envelope into your purse as Copia turns his back to you. You smile seeing him in his casual wear as you were in the loungewear you typically. You both decided on a casual night together since it was such a long work day. You hear Swiss enter and the two girls squeal and run to him as you walked through. Copia lets out a soft giggle and pulls the girls back gently, “Hey, let Swiss get in first, eh?” He chuckled, smiling at Swiss. Both girl run over again as Swiss sits down, both you and Copia heading out the door. You mouth ‘thank you’ to Swiss as you leave, closing the door behind you both.

You sigh softly at the quietness of the halls, holding Copia’s had slightly tighter than usual. He rubs a thumb over your knuckles softly as he senses the nerves in you. “Has ministry work been stressing you out, Tesoro?” He asked softly, opening up the garden doors for you both as you step into the cool night air. You nod and start speaking as you make your way over to the little gazebo where a small buffet was laid out.

“I mean, doing duties, being a tutor, a mother and also doing chores does stress you out,” You chuckle, biting your lip as another tiny kick pushes in your stomach as you sit down. He smiles softly and grabs food for the both of you as you lay out the blanket and pillows on the marble flooring of the sheltered area.

“Lilith mentioned how stressed you seemed in the last month or so,” He mumbled, placing your plate of pasta in front of you. “Dolce, are you sick? Why are you so stressed?” He asked, his head tilting and his eyes full of concern.

You sigh and fiddle with the pasta, debating if you should tell him now or not. You had to tell him anyway, might as well do it now.

you chuckle softly and take a bite of pasta before holding the box and envelope in your hands in front of him, your nerves making h your hands tremble. He cocks his head to the side and takes the box and envelope, confusion in his eyes as he looks up at you again. “Go on,” You chuckle, sitting with your legs by your side as you eat the pasta slowly.

He opens the box first, his eyes widening seeing the positive pregnancy test in the box, adorned with a blue ribbon. He now eagerly opens the envelope, looking at the image of the ultrasound in his slightly trembling hands. He looks up at you much like a child on Christmas as he holds both in his hands. “Are-are you?…” he whispers softy, tears clouding his vision as he looks at you.

You nod softly and roll up the lounge top which you lived in at this point, showing a raised bump as you smile seeing his glossy eyes look at the bump. “Darling, I’m eating for two now,”

TAGLIST~

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@papanihilsimper

#the band ghost #ghost band #cardinal copia #copia x reader #papa iv #papa copia #copia emeritus #Copia #the band ghost fanfiction #copia fluff #popia copia #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic

[stars-and-birds]

Inspired by my current obsession with collecting rings + my ever lingering avatrice brainrot + my headcanon that post season two Ava and Beatrice travel around the world

Not even a fic really just short drabble

Ava collects things.

It starts when they’re in Switzerland. Ava, new and discovering the world for the first time, brings home a fancy seltzer bottle and stashes it in their shared room. Beatrice doesn’t pay it much mind at first, but then Ava brings home another bottle — a different brand this time — and another, another, and eventually Beatrice has to tell her to stop because they have nowhere to put them in their tiny apartment, and Beatrice really doesn’t want to have to pack them all up if they need to leave in a hurry, because she knows they’ll break and Ava will be upset. Ava pouts, grumps, pleads, but in the end sadly throws them in the recycling.

And then Ava finds more trinkets to collect. Discarded pens, bottle caps, erasers. Beatrice has to inform her that these are all, in fact, trash, and no, for the last time, Ava cannot keep them in their house.

Ava collects rocks for a while, and Beatrice lets her, sorting them on lazy weekends while waiting for Ava to wake up, the smell of coffee drifting through the house. Other than that, Beatrice doesn’t think about it, content with their little, peaceful life, even if it was just for a fleeting moment.

And then suddenly, without — well, with a fair amount of, actually — warning, they’re fleeing from their cozy apartment to fight Adriel, leaving the box of rocks tucked under the bed, collecting dust.

And they fight, and god do they fight hard, and then it’s over. It’s over, and Beatrice is taking Ava’s hand, kissing her cheek, promising to spend the rest of their lives together. She’s just gotten Ava back, and she’s never letting her go. Beatrice will do anything for Ava. She’s never letting her go again.

So maybe that’s why Beatrice says yes when Ava spots the first ring. She doesn’t even think much of it. It’s a cheap thing, one that Ava finds on their trip to Paris, a shiny plastic Effiel Tower glued poorly to the band.

(Beatrice does, of course, think of the implications— she’s slipping a ring on the love of her life in Paris of all places — but she pushes the thought aside. Ava clearly doesn’t, smirking a little)

Beatrice expects Ava to lose it within the next few days, weeks maybe. Ava doesn’t lose it. She keeps it on her middle finger, fidgeting with it, chipping away at the shiny paint on the effel tower charm. She says it’s because it’s the first ring Beatrice bought her, she swears she’ll never get rid of it. Beatrice doubts that. (She doesn’t miss the first in Ava’s words.)

But then there are more rings. A heart-shaped mood ring, a simple silver band, a circle of colorful beads. Everywhere they go, Ava makes it her mission to get one ring to remember the place by.

Once, Beatrice asks, why rings?, and Ava replies, because they’ll last. Stamps lose color, snowglobes crack, and you can only have so many keychains. Beatrice supposes this is sound logic, but it’s not like rings particularly embody the traits of a city itself. Ava insists they smell like the city they’re from. Beatrice doesn’t believe her. Ava nudges her shoulder, chuckling, that’s not the point. It’s, like, sentimental value and shit.

At some point, early on, Ava can’t fit all the rings on her fingers, so Beatrice buys her a simple silver chain to string the rings on.

(Buying me a necklace? You must have a crush on me or something, Ava teases, and Beatrice rolls her eyes and kisses Ava’s cheek. Hilarious. Don’t make me take it back.)

Ava keeps buying rings (just cheap ones, always keeping it within a budget, though occasionally Beatrice thinks Ava could look at her with her big brown eyes and Beatrice might do just about anything for her), and Beatrice entertains the hobby, smiling whenever Ava finds a new one, eyes sparkling. Beatrice loves when Ava smiles like that. She loves Ava.

And so, when one day, Ava wanders out of their hotel room in Venice saying something about getting a new ring, Beatrice lets her.

And when Beatrice asks about the new ring later, and Ava says she’ll show her after dinner, Beatrice shrugs it off.

And when Ava begs to take a walk with her, over the cobblestone streets, to a boat, ready to take them across the river, Beatrice doesn't question it.

“Hey Bea, I have something for you.”

Beatrice looks up, eyes landing on Ava’s smiling face, bright as the sun in the fading evening light. Ava is grinning, her teeth tugging at her lips as she reaches across to place something in Beatrice’s hand, closing it. Beatrice opens her hand, and placed in it is a silver ring, a small rainbow charm in the center.

“What’s this” Beatrice glances back up to Ava.

“It’s a ring! It made me think of you. And you get me so many, I thought I should get you one too.”

Beatrice looks at the thing, slipping it on her finger. It’s not much. A cheap thing, easily the kind of thing lost. But it feels like something else. A whisper, a kiss, a promise. The promise for not yet, but one day, just ask, and I’ll say yes. One day.

#avatrice #esme writes #look idk where this came from

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Think About Dessert

This is the sequel to my drabble Flawless, where Julieta is feeling insecure before a night out. Maybe Agustín’s affections and a specific outfit will help

Pepa walked down the hallway towards the staircase, keeping an eye out for her husband. She was wearing a new green dress for dinner that Mirabel had insisted on sewing her after seeing it in a fashion magazine from the States. Although the Encanto was opened a bit more due to the break in the mountains, such treasures were still a rare find. Mirabel had taken to them like a duck to water and ran her sewing machine night and day copying the styles. She had done a lovely job. Pepa’s favorite pair of earrings were missing however and she walked straight to Julieta’s door, ready to demand them back. They were sisters after all and often “borrowed” each others things.

Before she could knock, however, her brother in law opened the door and came out, looking as polished as always, but with a certain difference that didn’t escape the redheads notice.

“Oh, hey Peps. Wow, don’t you look nice!” Agustín said with an affectionate smile. The two of them had taken a bit of getting used to each other in the beginning of the thirty plus years of their relationship, but as time had worn on, their interactions had cemented into a very fond and enjoyable relationship. Oftentimes they had coffee together while discussing a wide range of topics from politics to novels and never tired of teasing their respective spouses together.

Pepa, however would tease Agustín before Felix any day of the week. She grinned devilishly at her brother in law. “Weren’t you wearing a different vest before?”

“Uh…no.” Agustín pretended to be invested in his cuff links as he averted Pepa’s gaze. A small fluffy cloud popped up over her head, complete with a tiny rainbow. “No, I had this one on earlier.”

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

“Liar. How long have I known you and you still can’t fool me?”

“Alright, I did change because I thought this one would look nicer.”

Pepa regarded him for a few moments and narrowed her eyes. Then she leaned forward and pulled Agustins shirt towards her and smelled it.

“I guess Julieta’s perfume completes the ensemble then. It’s all over you.”

Agustín and Pepa were halfway down the stairs and Casita rattled in agreement with the middle triplet.

“Thanks, Casita.” Agustín said, rolling his eyes. Pepa laughed and hugged her cuñado’s shoulders, ruffling his hair afterwards.

“You aren’t as suave with me as you are with her!”

“That’s…that’s…kind of the point, Pepa.” Agustin blushed in spite of himself.

“And speaking of suave,” Pepa’s voice dropped to a low purr as she caught sight of Felix in the courtyard. Seeing her in the silken gown, his eyes grew wide and she slowly walked down the stairs and twirled for his approval.

“Heyyyyy, preciosa. Don’t you look good. Oof!” His hand clutched his chest as he stared at his wife.

“Gracias, Félix.” Pepa walked forward and kissed him.

“I thought you meant me,” Agustín joked. He was still fiddling with his cuff links and Pepa reached over to help him.

“Of course, cuñado. No one is prettier than you.”

Agustín laughed. “I thought not.”

“He’s even got the perfume to match,” Pepa whispered. “Julieta put it on him herself…with herself.” The last part was a whisper, but Agustín had heard her clear as day. Even Casita fluttered her tiles in what he could only assume was an amused embarrassment.

“Guess he’s had his appetizer, then!” Felix chuckled.

“And the main course…” Pepa said with a wink.

“And breakfast for tomorrow…”

“And…”

“Alright, alright!” Agustín replied, wincing slightly.“We get it.”

“Juli got it too, apparently.”

“Thank you again, Pepa.”

“Speaking of my sister, where is she anyway?””

Suddenly Felix’s jaw dropped and he let out a low “whoaaaa” and Agustín turned to see what he was looking at .

Julieta came down the stairs, wearing a fitted black dress. It was off the shoulder and had long flowing ruffles collecting at the bottom, which moved gracefully as she walked. It was cut so more of her leg showed than usual and the black color was striking against her darkly tanned skin. She wore a pair of fashionable high heels that Mirabel had talked her into buying and was as graceful as a dancer walking in them. Her hair was down and the humidity made it extra curly. Her comfortable silver drop earrings that had been a 50th birthday present from Agustín, adorned her ears.

She looked like a painting. Or like a song come to life. Agustin only had to take one look at her and suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe.

She was a damn work of art.

“I’m sorry I’m late.”

The three other adults stared at her and Pepa began to laugh.

“Well look at you, sexpot! Dangerous curves ahead!”

“Pepa!” Julieta groaned. “It’s not that revealing.”

“It highlights all the right places, hermana. I don’t know what you think you have to be self conscious about.” Suddenly her face got the same wicked grin as it had with Agustín earlier.

“What, Pepa?” Julieta knew that look.

“Which earrings are you wearing? Mine?”

“No, just my normal ones—-hey!”

Quickly Pepa moved towards her sister and tucked Julieta’s hair back just slightly so she could see her ear, the love bite beneath it, and another fresh one left by Agustín not thirty minutes earlier.

“Well, well. What have we here? That doesn’t look like a cooking injury.”

“Would you stop?” Julieta pulled her curls back over the mark. “And stop smiling at me like that. It’s really not that immodest of a dress! I don’t need to show everything.”

“Uh, Gus’s face says otherwise,” Felix chuckled. One arm draped around Pepa’s hips and the other teasingly pointed at Agustín. “You okay there, man?”

Agustin’s jaw hadn’t closed since she walked in and although he had just seen her for quite awhile without anything on, his eyes were glued to his wife as he took in her figure for the hundredth time that day. He always thought she was beautiful and had told her so both in words and otherwise many times before, but she had certain confidence about her as she walked in the fitted dress. It fit her like a glove. Highlighted her best parts. Her insecurities had disappeared under his reassurance, but she seemed to be quite aware of how she looked and was proudly displaying her looks. Her confidence had been restored, and, although it seemed impossible, she was even lovelier for it. Julieta’s hair falling behind her, tiny curls touching her face, her smile, the sheen of sweat on her face, the skin of her back displayed just enough…and dammit…the way her hips moved in the heels. He suddenly felt lightheaded.

“Uh…fine…I’m…I’m okay.” Agustín began to pull at his collar. It was suddenly way too hot in the house and he felt as if he would fall over if he stared at Julieta for too long. Felix and Pepa exchanged a look.

“You sure you two wouldn’t rather stay home?”

“Félix!”

“What?! C’mon, look at the poor guy! Juli, you’re killing him!”

Julieta smirked a bit, seeing the effect her outfit had in him. Not that he hadn’t made his feelings towards her quite clear only less than an hour ago.

“Well, we don’t have time for you two to do it again,” Pepa said, tossing her ginger curls so they flowed down her back. “I’m starving.”

“Im right behind you, mamí.” Julieta may have briefly stolen everyone’s attention, but the slightest movement from Pepa was enough to enrapture Félix and glue him to her side. Calling for Agustín and Julieta to catch up, the couple walked out of Casita and into the warm evening.

“Should we go, Gus?” Julieta smiled at him as he desperately kept trying not to pass out.

The helpless look in Agustín’s gaze was back. “Mmhmm.”

“Do you like the dress on me?”

“Very much.”

“It looks good?”

“Oh so good.”

Agustín’s voice lowered as he came close to her, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss and resting his hands on her hips. He gently stroked his fingers over them before ducking his head down so he could whisper in her ear.

“It would look better on the floor though, in all honesty. You wicked girl. How am I going to make it through dinner with you in that?”

Julieta winked and began to walk towards her sister and brother in law. She turned her head and beckoned Agustín outside with her finger as her heels clicked on the floor.

“Just think about your dessert.”

Many thanks to @enigmaticdoctorscully for your support and art for this ficlet!!!!

#julieta madrigal #encanto fandom #julieta x agustin #agustin madrigal #pepa madrigal #agustín x julieta #pepa x felix #felix madrigal #couples night out #little black dress #Agustín in love #hips dont lie

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Older Detective! Javier Peña

An: Look I’m on break and this just happened I had to get it out. If I expand I’ll post the fuller version to Ao3, when and if that happens. Did I bang this out frantically in 10 minutes? Yes I did. :)

Warnings: an unsolved case involving a killer

He has a family now. Married with two kids, even a damn dog: the whole picture perfect life. The kind of life he never imagined from his DEA days, or when he made the switch to detective after being sent home for a major fuck up.

That was a life time ago. He’s retired now, well he was until he got that phone call. Javier Peña had many ghosts; they lurk in the shadows and hide deep in his memories.

Shoved deep in the crevices are his memories of his fuck ups and things he could never come back from in his career, with that lies his one unsolved case.

Peña has a near perfect record, almost 100% cases solved. There was just one that got away from him; one case collecting dust and withering away in the unsolved files.

The outer world moved on years ago, but it never left Javier and he continued to feel for the family he couldn’t get justice for.

Many years later, that phone rang; a lead.

He still recalls the look on her face when he hung up, she knew before he could tell her.

Javier met his wife shortly after his career switch, when he was back home on his fathers farm and feeling miserable, then she came into his life and changed it forever.

And though she had the normal worries of a detectives wife, the thing that scared her most was this: the unknown killer was one of the most violent they’re ever seen.

“I just want you safe, but I understated. It’s unfinished business.” She said as she pulled him into a hug.

In his younger years he wasn’t really a hugger, never really knew what to do with them, but now he loves them, he loves the comfort and warmth.

“I have to catch this guy, I have to go back.” Javier said, his nose in her hair.

“I know, I know.” She whispered softly, caressing his back now.

.

Javier’s using the shed, all the evidence spread out.

He’s stared at this for hours, his eye’s are crossing now and the second cup of coffee wasn’t doing shit.

He almost stepped out to buy some cigarettes, but decided against it. He gave up that habit, trying to keep it that way but this case might drive him back into the arms of nicotine.

Forgoing the coffee, he goes for a beer then returns to the single chair. Seated again, his eyes travel the evidence board, looking at all this with the new lead in mind.

A certain picture captures his attention. Putting beer down, Javier goes to it and takes it down from the wall.

“Fuck-“ he scans it, then goes back to the board, looking closely.

He must have gone over this stuff a hundred times and the missing piece neatly drive him to insanity.

Now, now he has it.

“Got you asshole.” He rests on hand on his hip, taking in the whole board, “got you.”

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