#jonathan pine drabble

[holdmytesseract]

For your Lyric-Drabble Mania: Jonathan Pine & "You can count on me like one, two, three

I'll be there" Count on Me by Bruno Mars.

I love that song. The first time I ever heard it, it brought tears of joy to my eyes. I'm a teacher assistant and the pre-kindergartners(4 years old) sang it to their parents during a little ceremony at the end of the year.. or they sang along with Bruno on a recording.

a/n: Thanks for your request, my friend! I love that song, too, so it was an honour for me to write something for it! ☺️🧡

Warnings: angst, panic attacks, mentions of depression?, fluff

Word Count: 1,1k

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @fictive-sl0th @lady-rose-moon @muddyorbs @kimanne723 @simping-for-marvel @coldnique

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Based on this song:

Not Alone

It was one of those nights, in which your brain didn't allow you to find rest. A trillion thoughts were running through your mind. Thoughts about the past, present and future. Thoughts about what could've been or should've been. The demons, which you already had fought so often, took the upper hand again; taking over your mind and didn't allow your body to rest and fall asleep. Those demons caused you to overthink everything. The choices you made, the things you did... It was a mess. You tossed and turned, trying to find peace, but you couldn't. Groaning, you shifted inside the bed once again, which felt way colder and more empty than usual. A harsh, brisk breeze came through the window, letting in the cool Swiss night air and causing you to freeze. Shivering, you clasped onto the duvet covering your body even tighter, but it was no use. The coldness had gotten to you. You felt cold - and lonely.

The bed was way too big for sleeping in it alone, but you had no other choice. Not with your boyfriend being a night manager - which included him, working at night. Usually, you were used to being alone at night... Not today. Today, you felt so lonely like you never felt before in your life. Even though you knew that you weren't alone. Not with Jonathan by your side. He was the most caring and sweetest man you ever met. He was all you ever wanted and needed. Whenever you felt low and those demons were clawing their sharp fingernails into your soul, he was there for you, reassuring you and promising you that everything is going to be alright. Without him, you didn't know where you would be right now. He was the sunshine in your life; the reason to keep going.

Another breeze hit your skin, causing you to shiver and pull your blanket even tighter around yourself. You were way too tired and exhausted to get up and close the window; unable to convince your body to move. All you wanted to do was sleep... Tears escaped the corners of your eyes from all the frustration and bad thoughts. It was just too much. The weight on your shoulders was too heavy. You sobbed into the pillow, feeling how you were losing grip, desperately trying to hold on, but it was difficult. There was only one chance left... Only one way to escape this maelstrom of depression, before it would drag you under. The last station. The last possibility to hop off the sinking ship.... Calling Jonathan. He always knew what to do; always knew how to help you and calm you down. He was your lifeline. Your tower of strength.

With a slightly shaking hand, you reached for your bedside table, feeling for your mobile. You found it pretty quickly, luckily. Unlocking your phone, you went into your contacts folder and tapped on Jonathan's contact, in order to call him – but not without taking a look on the watch first. 1:30... Hopefully, he had a few spare minutes to talk.

Nervously and anxiously biting your lip, you waited longingly for him to pick up - what he did after the fourth ring to your sheer endless relief. "Y/N?" His deep voice echoed through the speaker and went straight to your head. "H-Hi, baby." "Hello, my love." He said, audibly smiling. "Why are you calling me that late? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping right now? Everything okay?" You swallowed. "Do you, uh, h-have a minute?" "For you? Always." Again, you swallowed, curling yourself up into a ball, as another wave of anxiety hit you. "O-Okay, perhaps I need you m-more than just a m-minute..." The quiver in your voice and the small whimper in the end of your sentence made Jonathan finally realise what was going on. It fell like scales from his eyes. How did he not notice it earlier? "Oh no, baby... Is it one of those nights again?" "Uh.Huh..." "Alright. Give me a second, darling. I'm going to sign off for my break, then we can talk. Stay on the line, okay? I want you to take deep breaths for me, yes?" "Y-Yes." You did what he said, took deep breaths and waited for him to take his break.

"Okay, love, I'm back. I'm here." His voice returned, causing you immediately to feel a bit better. "Are those demons haunting you again?" You nodded, even though Jonathan wasn't able to see it. "Feels so cold without you..." "I know, I know, I'm sorry, but I'm right here with you now, yes? You are not alone, love. You never will be. You are so strong; stronger than those demons. They are not worth your thoughts. They don't deserve your attention. Only the good thoughts do." You nodded once more, trying to focus on his voice. "Remember, when we went sledding for the first time here in Switzerland?" "Uh.Huh, y-yes." "It was such a beautiful sunny day... Cold and snowy, but sunny. We went sledding together before, but certainly not in such a big style. The alps definitely were a whole new level. Gods, we had so much fun that day, thrashing the hills and eating about a ton snow, but it was so worth it. Remember how I fell off the sledge and landed straight on my face?" He recalled the memory in your brain, causing you to giggle ever so softly. "Yeah... You looked like a snowman, all covered in snow." "I did!" Jonathan exclaimed with a chuckle. His plan was working - like it always did. "I will never forget that day, love." "Me neither."

Jonathan recalled another few wonderful, funny and precious moment, until you felt the voices in your head getting quieter and quieter, until they became silent. Once again, he had saved you, like he did so often. "Do you feel better now, love?" "Yeah... Thank you so much." "Of course. No need to thank me. I'd do anything for you, you know that." "Yes - and I'm very grateful for that. I love you." You smiled. "I love you, too, darling. Unfortunately, I have to keep working. My break is over, but if you still feel a bit alone and cold, I left my shirt underneath my blanket, just in case." Without hesitation, you reached out your free hand, feeling for Jonathan's shirt underneath the blanket - successfully. "Got it!" You took a deep breath, causing the mix of his scent and his cologne to hit your airways. Home... It was home. Jonathan just chuckled adorably. "Thank you so much, baby." You said, snuggling closer into his shirt. "Again, no need to thank me, love. You know you can count on me like one, two, three and I'll be there.

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[anonymousfiction211]

For the drabble prompts, I’d like 2, 26, & 43 for a smut piece with either Loki or Jonathan Pine, if you feel inspired 😁

2. “I will prove you wrong. Just watch.” 26. “If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice.” 43. “Are you trying to make me angry?”

If you want to submit your own drabble prompt idea, click here.

Sneaking around (smutish, 18+)

‘What are you doing here?’ you asked, as Jonathan Pine was straightening your coffee table in your bedroom, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

‘I was just looking for you, I wanted to give you this’ he put a pot with one of your favourite flowers on the table, making your heart soar.

 You walked towards the coffee table and inspected to plant. ‘Where’s the microphone?’ you asked.

‘What are you talking about?’ if you didn’t know any better you would’ve believed that he was genuine surprised and taking aback by your statement.

‘You aren’t the first guy they send in, hoping to take down Roper. And you won’t be the last either, none of them succeeded, none of them ever will’ you had watched him long enough to know he was working on something, with someone.

He looked intensely at you. Probably weighing his options against each other. ‘I will prove you wrong. Just watch’ he finally said. He took a step towards you, his hands brushed the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, but you had to remind yourself that if you were caught with him, your life would be over, as would his.

‘I can get you out of here’ he said.

‘Are you trying to make me angry?’ you snapped back. ‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I genuine hope you will get out of here alive, but if you want that, you need to leave me behind’ you said.

‘I can’t do that’ he said. He took a step closer, his hand found the back of your neck and he pushed you towards him. His lips were on you, the kiss was heating up quickly. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening, after fantasizing about it for so long. You let your hands roam his body. When his hands found the zipper of your dress, you stopped and took a step back.

‘I want to take off your clothes, please’ he whispered desperately in your ear.

‘Jonathan, don’t’ you said back. You took a few steps away from him. ‘If we start this, if we get caught, it won’t end well’ you turned around and walked towards the door. ‘Besides, you have seen the man I’m with. I don’t do nice guys’ but he beat you to it. He closed the door and locked it. He turned around, pushed you with your back against the wall and kissed you passionately again.

‘If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice’ he whispered in your ear. And you finally gave into your own desires.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Second Chance 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Jonathan Pine

Summary: You move into your parents' house as you try to rebuild your life, catching the attention of someone you never expected.

Part of the Brother's Best Friend Universe

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

It’s no glorious homecoming. You have little to be proud of. A broken relationship, a lost job, and wasted years. In hindsight, it’s easy to see how stupid you are. Even with the excuse of emotion, you can’t forgive yourself for your own poor choices.

Back to square one. Literally. What kind of forty-two year old lives with their parents? The one staring back at you.

You splash your face, rinsing away the collagen wash that doesn’t seem to help the wrinkles. If it had, maybe he wouldn’t have cheated. Maybe he wouldn’t be shacked up with a woman half your age. A girl, really.

You shake your head and sigh. Nothing you can do or undo.

You shut off the tap as you hear voices above. The basement is close enough to an apartment; you have your own bathroom and a reasonable amount of space. Privacy is another matter as your mother barges in to get to the laundry room or even just chatter about Clara’s casserole.

You dry your face and your hands and leave the bathroom. You cross the carpeted floor to the stairs and pause. Your brother must have got to town early and your parents are ecstatic to have him back. They can be proud of him; he’s an executive in a national company with a wife-to-be on his arm. Younger but always ahead of you.

You still haven’t found the courage to go up and say hello. Now’s as good a time as ever. You’re thirsty and they say hydration is the key to staying young. Yeah right, that’s not something you can change now.

You hope your future sister-in-law doesn’t mind your pajamas. The blue and white striped satin set are of the few nice things you salvaged from your former life. You open the door and shuffle up in your slippers.

The voices draw you to the kitchen. You peek around and find your parents standing on one side of the square island as your brother stands between two other figures. You didn’t think there was anyone else coming.

You think better of introducing yourself. You’ll go back downstairs and say you fell asleep. As you turn, your arm hits the vase on the side table. You cringe as it goes silent.

“Honey?” Your mother calls to you. You exhale and steel yourself.

“Uh, hi,” you sidle into the doorway, “I didn’t want to interrupt. I just wanted to get some water.”

“Nonsense, Jaydon’s here with his love fiancee, Tandi,” she trills as she beckons you forward, “and Jonathan popped in to catch up.”

You look around as you near the island. Jonathan. Pine? You didn’t think he was still around here. Everyone else seems to have moved on.

“Hey,” your brother, Jaydon grumbles.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Tandi offers her hand with a bright smile. She’s tall and slim and beautiful and probably ten years younger than your brother. Why do men always do that?

“You too,” you give a strained smile.

“Nice to see you again,” Jonathan intones and you look at him, struck by his clinging eyes.

He changed but he is not unrecognizable. He was always the tall, stringy kid but he’s filled out, he has some lines across his forehead and around his eyes, but they only refine his looks. He used to just be your brother’s sidekick, now he stays straight and confident.

“You too, Jonathan,” you murmur, “sorry, I didn’t think you’d be here tonight.”

“We made pretty good time,” Jaydon says proudly.

“Just so happens I’m in town for a family affair as well,” Jonathan adds, “good a time as ever to reconnect.”

You nod and wait for someone else to speak. You have nothing exciting to boast of. You’d rather fade into the background in the shine of their achievements. You’re certain they’ve already been briefed on your comedy of errors.

“Me and Tandi were just saying we’d like to go to the farmer’s market tomorrow. You could join us for a ladies’ day out. We’ll give the men some space,” your mother chimes. “Get you out of the house.”

Her last comments sting. You’ve been hiding. You don’t want to be recognised or need to explain yourself. Even if you did deflect curiosity, you don’t need another reminder of all your failures. And the farmer’s market? What are you going to do there? You don’t have the money for overpriced heirloom tomatoes.

Still, you have to play along. That was the talk your mother had with you. Like a teenager she had to tell you exactly how to behave when company was there. Company? He’s your brother.

“Sure, that sounds good,” you agree.

“I’m so excited,” Tandi beams, “it will be nice to explore and get to know Jay’s hometown.”

She touches his arm and he promptly drapes it around her shoulders. Jay? He always hated being called that but he seems to like her. For now. Their show of intimacy makes you shrivel up inside.

“There is very much to see,” Jonathan quips, putting your own thoughts to words. “Quaint, as the polite would put it.”

“Well, I recall you never had any issue finding something to do,” your mother rebukes playfully and Jonathan smirks.

“Yes, but I don’t suppose it’s the sort of activity your little ladies’ day out would entail,” he gives a coy tilt of his head.

“I hope you’ve grown out of that,” your mother kids.

“Mm, I like to think I have,” he shrugs.

You’re certain he has. All of them are the adults in the room and you’re the hermit in the basement. You have no illusions, you know your mother, you know all your mistakes have been laid out on the table; on every table in town. Oh woe to her, she always did try to raise you right.

“Mm, yes, well, it has been so long and you are all adults,” your mother says, as if to affirm your resent, “you’ve all come such a far way.”

You bite down on your cheeks, holding your tongue. It’s probably not a snipe at you, you’re just sensitive. You look at the counter and try to make yourself small. The glimpse of your pajamas once more sets you apart from them. How embarrassing.

“Oh, yes, speaking of,” Jaydon pipes up, “the engagement party. You said you had a venue in mind. We should see that while we’re here.”

“Ah,” your mother nearly squeals, “you’re going to do it here?”

“We talked about it,” Jaydon looks at Tandi, “but the wedding is still up in the air.”

“Oh my, how exciting,” your mother trills. “Perhaps tomorrow then, we might do that as well,” your mother continues her giddy raving, “mm, and flowers, catering, oh! A dress…”

You could slip away right then. She wouldn’t notice. None of them would.

You peek over at her. She was never that excited for you. Well, you never got the ring. You were never that special. You tear your eyes away and they meet another pair. You quickly wipe the sadness from your face and send Jonathan a plaintive smile. His eyes narrow and his gaze lingers.

You break your own stare and try to focus on the conversation. You should be happy for your brother, not bitter. Afterall, you made your own mistakes, not him.

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[thezombieprostitute]

Woke up in such a grumpy, godawful mood. I'm gonna think about how different characters would react to help me out.

Try to Help

Jake Jensen, Steve Rogers, Hal Carter, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, König

Their first instinct is "problem! Must fix!" Never mind if they're actually the cause or not, you're not feeling well so they need to step in to help you out however you need. Whether it's trying to make you laugh, pulling you in for cuddles, getting you your favorite foods, or upping the amount of kissing you get, they'll get you to smile again somehow.

Of course, they can go overboard sometimes and you end up snapping at them. Then they give you those sad puppy-dog eyes and it breaks your heart, just making the situation worse. You reassure them that you know they're just trying to help it's just that this help isn't working. So they immediately try something else. They will get you to smile, damnit!

Give You Space

Bucky Barnes, Jonathan Pine, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Curtis Everett, James Mace

These guys understand that bad moods happen, you can't always control it. So they give you space, while still doing little things (like keeping your coffee/tea warm) to remind you that you're loved. They know you'll be back to your usual self in time. You just need to process some things. They'll give you all the time and space you need because you're worth the wait.

Turn it into a Grumpiness Competition

Nick Fowler, Walter Marshall, Lloyd Hansen, Johnny Storm, Marc Spector

Oh, you think you're the only one in a bad mood?! You think you can out grumpy them?! It's on! You will be at each other's throats all day but that's how they like it. It's foreplay for them, seeing your spitfire attitude is entrancing and they can't get enough of it. So they'll keep trying to out grumpy you until one of you snaps and pulls the other into the bedroom for some fiery hot sex that leaves you both wondering what the hell you were angry at to begin with.

So, thoughts? @alicedopey did I get your guys correct?

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[ladycamillewrites]

Could you please do a fluff/smut Drabble for Pine?

▪️ Gif drabbles day 3 (≈900, 18+)

How unprofessional

“Is there anything I can do for you madame?” the handsome night manager asked, his trademark charming smile reflecting the dimmed candle light in the ridiculously expensive Swiss hotel.

You thought for a second considering your options of how to spend the rest the of the night. Going back to your business dinner wasn’t a very pleasing option whereas the men wouldn’t miss you at all. So the choice was easy and made.

“What about keeping me company?“ You cooed leaning down on the counter and exposing your beautiful cleavage like a tempting Eve. All those furtive glances, subtle winks and promising smiles had become too much for your brain to not take interest in the attractive man who brought wearing suits to a whole new level. A twisted week filled with boring conferences in the hotel’s boardroom had been peppered with his alluring presence you couldn’t bear any longer but needed a lot more of.

A coy chuckle swirled around in the caramel-scented air spinning your head like a carousel. Oh, you had definitely developed a crush on Mister Pine in a mere week and there was no going back. Seduction mode on, common sense off.

“If you don’t mind staying here, Miss y/l/n. Unfortunately, I am not yet on call“ the night manager smiled cocking his head in a swift move, one eyebrow raising in unison with his breathing chest.

No, you surely didn’t mind staying here with him. Alone. In the rather cozy, small lobby dipped in flickering candle light with the crackling sound of a fireplace adorning the background like the soundtrack of a rom-com. 

“It’s y/n, if you don’t mind, Mister Pine“ you purred as sweet as a kitty, the ‚p‘ popping sinfully on your crimson red lips. Attentive steel blues met your eyes in an instant, lusty interest flickered like a subtle flame repressed by the urge to remain his professional self. But the alluring woman who had tempted him for a week now was a major threat to his plan.

“It’s a pleasure. I’m Jonathan but only when no one is around. My job is on the line here, y/n” he winked, the fast tilt of his head sending a sparkling shiver down your spine. The tension was increasing exponentially, the scented candles danced from the lack of oxygen your agitated breaths caused. 

“So… you’re British?” You continued to flirt subtly, enticing the part of him you knew has been tempted since your arrival. The handsome man’s glances had been clear, devouring and savoring your every move, remembering how you liked your coffee so he prepared it for you when everyone else had still slept.

His dexterous fingers flew over the keyboard in a more cautious manner, hungry ocean blues eyeing you from the side like a predator.

Awaiting his answer, you straightened your back again, agonizingly slow, not caring to fix your suggestively deranged blouse. This whole thing was so heated up, so highly unprofessional in it’s lewd nature but Pine already knew what awaited you once he was just on call for the rest of the night…

“To the core. And what about you? Where did such a gorgeous woman grow up?” Jonathan smiled, casting his glance up from the screen without actually moving his head. He was well aware you craved him at least as much as he wanted to fuck you against the next wall. 

Those blue eyes were piercing, mentally ripping off the flimsy material of your blouse yet remaining polite and decent in their ardent behavior.

“Born and raised in France“ you chirped, the scratchy sound of your nail traveling along the countertop sent ripples down the night manager’s composed spine. Temptress he thought, involuntarily clicking the pen in his left hand.

“I’m afraid there’s an ocean between us, Jonathan“ you whispered feigning chagrin as your figure finally stood next to his tall, suit clad frame, your hips softly brushing his what made hundreds of sensitive nerves sizzle with violent lust. You would have him tonight, without a doubt.

“What a shame“ you mused so innocently, once again leaning over to peak at the screen of his computer. Of course those bookings and security files didn’t interest you in the slightest bit but your decadently exposed lace bra was the last nudge it took to push Jonathan Pine over the edge. He was going to take you tonight, without a doubt.

Graceful features contorted, strong jaw muscles flexed when he shot a pleading look at his watch. 11pm. He was only on call from now on, the reception was officially closed. It only took him a swift move to kick the swing door of his office open. A strong arm wrapped around your waist pulling you into the darkened room full of files and some personal belongings.

”I appear to be quite the swimmer“ he groaned in a deep baritone before your lips finally collided, feral tongues making up for the torturous week of mere looks and whispers. Greedy hands toying with those tantalizing golden curls.

The zip of your skirt was fast to be undone and the metallic click of his silver belt unbuckling was soon to follow. A sinful sound becoming angelic if one saw the man whose trousers were slowly descending thick thighs. With an unchained growl of your name, Pine bend you over, his bare length pressing against your cheeks like the sweetest threat. 

Against the desk… how very unprofessional…

thank you @huntress-artemiss for requesting! I hope you liked it♥︎

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[withacapitalp]

Stranger Things Daily Drabble- Strangers Across the Lot

Steve grows up, and Tommy doesn’t

Every single day, Tommy would watch Steve from across the school parking lot.

They used to drive in together. Had been since Steve’s sixteenth birthday, when his parents gave him the keys to the Beemer and left before noon. Tommy and Carol had skipped school with him that day, and they had driven clear across the county in that brand new car, going way too fast and listening to music that was far too loud.

Steve always did that. It was like he was always trying to be as loud as he could. Raging parties every other night, music turned up loud enough to hurt most days. Tommy had never understood why. He probably never would.

Now, Steve wouldn’t even park near their old spot. He sat his BMW as far from Tommy’s beat up Ford as possible, and Tommy was forced to observe his former best friend from across the lot instead of up close.

Tommy had started watching the day after they fought, because he was angry. Hatred had made him clock every move his former best friend made. He was waiting for a slip up, something to show that Steve knew he was making a mistake by throwing them away. He was waiting for Steve to own up and apologize the way he always had before.

But instead of doing what was normal, Tommy watched sullen and silent as Steve walked hand in hand with Nancy fucking Wheeler. Nancy fucking Wheeler who had ruined their trio. As he gave Jonathan Byers one of the dopey smiles that used to be reserved for only Tommy and Carol. The same Jonathan Byers that had cheated with Nancy fucking Wheeler.

He watched as Steve replaced them both as easily as breathing, like the last ten years of secrets and inside jokes had never even mattered. Like Tommy and Carol hadn’t been the ones to take those long drives, or stay at his house for weeks in a row so Steve wouldn’t be alone. Like Tommy ears didn’t still sometimes ring from the insanely loud music Steve used to listen to.

Tommy watched, because he was waiting for Steve to look back at him from across the lot. Tommy was waiting to see the same angry longing in his eyes, a confused mixed feeling of wanting your best friend back, but not being able to be the one to make the first move.

Carol had always called them her stubborn mules, but Steve really wasn’t like that. He was soft, mushy even, and he wore his heart on his sleeve. If he had ever looked up and made eye contact with Tommy, then Tommy would see the regret, and he would be able to forgive Steve for something he had never really done wrong. For the first time in their lives, Tommy would apologize first, because his pride had never been a match for Steve’s love, and they both knew that well.

But that moment never came.

Now Tommy just had to look on in confusion as every single day Nancy Wheeler, Jonthan Byers, and a gaggle of middle schoolers would surround Steve and his BMW, impossibly fitting themselves into the seats Carol and Tommy used to occupy. Taking the spots in Steve’s life that used to belong to them.

He had to watch as the boy he used to know everything about disappeared, replaced by someone who was somehow impossibly kinder, even though Steve had been the softest person Tommy knew under all the walls he built to protect that softness. He watched Steve grow up and leave Tommy behind in the dust, wondering when he had missed his chance to grow up with him.

Now, every single day, Tommy watched a stranger across the lot.

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[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

July 7/23 Masterlist Update

✅ - finished 🆕 - new series

Series

Marvel

The Little Things In Life (Steve Rogers)

Never Too Late ✅(Steve Rogers)

Outside the Lines 🆕(Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes)

All the Good Girls Go To Hell🆕(Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes)

Watching, Waiting…🆕(Bucky Barnes)

In the Summertime🆕(Helmut Zemo)

Take Shelter🆕(Thor)

No Time This Time🆕(Tony Stark)

Other Fandoms

Who’s The Boss?🆕(Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)

Wildest Dreams (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob)

River Below (Rafe Canerom, The Outer Banks)

Only Yesterday 🆕(Nick Fowler, The 355)

Laisse tomber les filles ✅(Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time)

Don’t Speak🆕(Andy Barber, Defending Jacob)

To be alone with you🆕(Clark Kent, DC)

Multifandom

Pretty Petals (Multifandom)

Crushed (Colin Shea, What’s Your Number; Jonathan Pine, Night Manager)

One Shots

Marvel

Graceless (Steve Rogers)

Other Fandoms

Through the Eye (John Wick)

God Mode (God The Bounty Hunter, Ghosted)

Double Trouble (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man; August Walker, Mission Impossible: Fallout)

Drabbles

Series

Marvel

Drawn Together🆕(Steve Rogers)

Wallflower✅(Thor)

One (Steve Rogers)

Hide and Seek 🆕(Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes)Watching, Waiting…🆕

Resistance (Bucky Barnes)

Other Fandom

Unexpected (Lloyd Hansen)

Multifandom

Sweet Treat Epilogues🆕

The Club AU🆕

One Offs

Marvel

Make You Feel My Love (Bucky Barnes)

Other Fandoms

Paradigm Shift (August Walker, Mission Impossible: Fallout)

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[holdmytesseract]

Time to celebrate! 🥳

Now that we reached 1k followers, we gotta celebrate, right?? 😁 Here's my idea on how we are going to do that...

I'm going to open my requests again! 😁 But not just that! We have to make this special, so I hereby announce the... *drum roll*

Lyric-Drabble-Mania! 🥳

Here's how it works:

Y'all know I love music. Music is a huge part of my life. I get a lot of inspiration through music and therefore, I am going to involve it in my celebration. This is slightly inspired by @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 's Fanfic Music Festival! ☺️ I am going to reopen my requests. You are allowed to send in a line you like/love from a song. Pair this up with a character of your choice and I am going to turn it into a drabble! Sounds good? ☺️

Please send me just a character, the line and the name of the song, plus the artist (so that I can give it a listen). On this way, I can let my creativity run wild. 😉

For example: Loki & 'I've been dreaming 'bout the West Coast.' (West Coast, OneRepublic)

If you have questions, feel free to ask me! ☺️

Characters I am going to write for:

☆ Loki

☆ BabyFever!Loki

☆ Daryl Dixon

☆ Will Ransome

☆ Robert Laing

☆ Jonathan Pine

☆ James Conrad

☆ Magnus Martinsson (I'd love to try to write him!)

... aaaand of course

☆ Tom Hiddleston himself!

I am super excited to do this! 😁 From now on, you've got time to submit your lyric drabble request, until I'm closing them again (probably in a day or two, we'll see ☺️)! 😁

Again, thank you all so much! ❤

Let's celebrate together! 🥳

Tagging you guys from all the taglists to let you know! ☺️

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#1000 followers celebration #lyric drabble mania #loki x reader #daryl dixon x reader #will ransome x reader #captain james conrad x reader #dr robert laing x reader #the baby fever au #tom hiddleston x reader #jonathan pine x reader #magnus martinsson x reader

[smirkingkitten]

Reading list November 2023

It's December and that doesn't just mean the Christmas season starts and it's the time for cozy evenings with candles, blankets and a hot chocolate, but also: it's time for another reading list.

It feels like it's been so long since Loki graced us with a new episode every week. I'm still not quite over the ending, although this interview did heal my poor heart a little, if only just a bit. I hope you're coping well with the ending. And now, happy reading.

✨And don't forget to reblog the storys you read to support all these lovely writers.✨

My other Reading lists can be found in my Fanfiction Bookshelf.

Series | Collections | Multi Parts

The Redbridge Hunts @fanficshiddles

8 Chapters (on going) | Vampire!Loki | fluff

prev. | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8

Summary: Claire moves to Demsdale to take up a new job as an assistant teacher for one Loki Laufeyson. She's also very intrigued with all of the rumours within the borough of Redbridge. However, as she starts to fall for Loki's charm and good looks, she also learns that all of the rumours might not just be rumours after all.

Double Cross @gigglingtiggerv2

12 chapters (on going) | Jaguar Villain!Tom | dark, smut

Summary: In Dante’s inferno, the Eighth Circle of Hell was reserved for liars, panderers, thieves and murderers.  For the criminal underworld it is an opulent London club, representing neutral territory where deals can be made, grievances aired and scores settled.

For the owner, Thomas Cross, it is his own private kingdom, one where he makes the rules and wields absolute authority. Recently, however, that authority has come under threat.  In order to maintain his standing and the Club’s ruthless reputation, it is imperative he find the perpetrator.

In this violent place, where lies are currency and everyone has their own agenda, who can he trust? Certainly not Verity Williams, the talented thief who has her own reasons for infiltrating his organisation. 

Neither can deny the sparks that fly whenever they’re together, but if he’s not careful, will those sparks burn down everything he’s created?

Déchiré @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

7 chapters (on going) | Loki, Bucky, Captain America | smut

You are a HYDRA agent sent to infiltrate the notorious Avengers, to tear them apart in the worst way possible in order to make them vulnerable to attack. In the midst of the wild heat you generate, three suitors take your bait.

One Shots

Firestarter @delaber

4,2k | AvengersMovie!Loki | smut, hatefucking

Rule Number One @just-the-hiddles

medium | Jonathan Pine | smut, dom/sub, daddy, spanking

Gorgeous @ghostofskywalker

1,2k | Avenger!Loki | fluff

Heavy Petting @wheredafandomat

800 | Loki | smut

I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch @wheredafandomat

short | Loki | smut, oral (f reserving)

Aftercare @sarahscribbles

680 | Loki | fluff, spicy

If I was your best friend @wheredafandomat

medium | Loki | smut

Worshiped by a God @sarahscribbles

1,1k | Loki | fluff, smut

Best of Friends @just-the-hiddles

long | Actor!Tom Hiddleston | fluff, friends to lovers

Duty of Care @muddyorbsblr

1,9k | Jonathan Pine | smut, fluff

Winter Warmers: A Winters Night on Asgard @lokischambermaid

930 | Asgard!Loki | fluff

The Sandwich Incident @holdmytesseract

1,2k | Tom Hiddleston | fluff, humour

My Girl @lokisgoodgirl

1,8k | Avenger!Loki | smut, man-bun

Lactation @viviluvssmut

1k | Loki | smut, oral (f reserving)

Drabbles

Don't Move, Darling @sarahscribbles

1,1k | Loki | smut, teasing, edging

Time slipping @wheredafandomat

600 | TVA Loki | smut, hurt/comfort

praise kink, gagging, hickies @ragnarachael

short | Jonathan Pine | smut, daddy kink

Headcanons

Loki and the Watcher @benevolentgodloki

✨Happy reading 😊✨

Back to my Fanfiction Bookshelf

Many of the fanfictions are 18+, so if you're under 18, don't read them.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Second Chance 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Jonathan Pine

Summary: You move into your parents’ house as you try to rebuild your life, catching the attention of someone you never expected.

Part of the Brother’s Best Friend Universe

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The next day, you acquiesce to your mother’s whims. There was rarely a time when you could deny her and the times you did, had her often reminding you of your ‘rebellious’ teenage years. You don’t bother to mention that wearing black and not wanting to hold her hand in public wasn’t much of a rebellion.

You just have to remember that this isn’t about you. Tandi doesn’t yet know the storm she’s marrying into. You’ll let her have her grace period before it truly sets in. It could be seconds, it could be months, but eventually, your mother will turn the screw.

You walk behind the pair through the crowded rows of the farmer’s market. They almost seem to forget you but that doesn’t bother you. You prefer it.

They stop at the soap booth and the battle of scent threatens to trigger a migraine. You hold your breath until Tandi finishes her purchase; some body scrub and a piece of soap that looks like a fruit parfait. Your mother opts for her own collection of cinnamon heart soap bars. You wonder where she’ll hide them as she only ever allowed white items in the bathroom; down to the soap and the shampoo.

“Do you have friends coming for the party then?” Your mother asks as they stroll along.

“Uh, yes, hopefully they can make it,” Tandi answers, “work and all that.”

“Of course, that’s understandable but it’s a very important event,” your mother chirps back, “do you have something to wear? You would look marvelous in rose.”

“I have some options,” your brother’s fiancee flick her hair back. “I was thinking it might be nice to do a brunch, rather than a dinner.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. And of course,” your mother pauses, peering back over her shoulder as she recalls your mournful existence, “we can help.”

“That’s so sweet,” Tandi purrs.

“Well, you know, we haven’t much going on.”

You frown. It’s an obvious jab at your current predicament. It isn’t as if you haven’t been trying. You filled every open job posting you can find and haven’t heard back from a single one. Yet, your mother would never believe you to be helpless, just lazy.

“I’m going to find the bathroom,” you mutter but neither seems to hear or care.

You break away from them and delve into the crowd. You feel desolate in the roiling crowd. You don’t miss Ransom, or Hugh, or whatever he wanted you to call him that day, you just miss having someone else. Someone by your side to face the outside world. 

He never really was that, was he? You just convinced yourself he was. He settled for you and you thought that was good enough. You made yourself believe you were good enough.

You find the bathrooms and hide inside. You don’t need to go, you just need to get your shit together. You take out your phone and put on your rationed data so you can check your emails. Junk, junk, junk… ‘Invitation to Interview’. Huh.

You quickly scroll and scan the email, not wanting to waste the data. It’s nothing special, nothing as glorious as your previous job. It’s a customer service role at the local travel planner, a vibrant business among the burgeoning retirement community. It’ll have to do.

You flip the switch to disconnect from the network and emerge to wash your hands. You make your way back into the market and search among the tides. You wander in circles until you find the duo. They sit at the cafe bar in the corner, drinks in front of them, and a set of half-eaten scones. They didn’t wait for you or even think to grab you something.

You shrug it off. You think you might have been wrong. Again. Your mother isn’t going to bulldoze this daughter, no, Tandi is going to be the daughter she never had. Jaydon always was her favourite; the infallible baby boy.

💋

You accept the invitation. The pay is barely above minimum wage and the role is tedious but it’s all you’ve got. You don’t tell your parents, not wanting to disappoint them. It would be better to surprise them with good news, not let them down with another failure.

You find the nicest skirt you could salvage in your hasty retreat from the city. You sneak out through the back as the rest of the house delights in their perfect fairy tale. You’d rather have a stuffy interview than to bear another day of fake smiling and dulled blades aimed at your throat.

The agency isn’t very far. The bus takes you to the core of the town and your heels click down the half-block to the storefront painted with palm trees and beach umbrellas. You peek inside before you enter and check the information on your phone just to be sure. You’re early.

A woman named Brenda greets you and tells you to wait in the seats meant for clients. You fidget as the clock ticks in the quiet office until she finishes with the old couple at her desk in the tight cubicle. They leave, happy, and she invites you back.

It isn’t anything beyond the usual; what will you bring to this job? When’s a time you had to be spontaneous? How would you handle a disgruntled customer? You recite the acceptable answers and at the end, she offers you the job. You don’t think it’s because you’re anything exceptional but judging by the two-hundred days the posting’s been up, there hasn’t been much interest. You both are ready to take the first thing that comes along.

She sends you off with a smile and you try not to let your fake one fall before you’re out of the office. Out of the sight of the windows, you let your shoulders drop and sigh. It’s good news, you got a job, but somehow you think your parents will find a damper. ‘How much does it pay? What do you do? Oh, that’s a starter job.’

Well, dad, mom, I am starting over. I fucked up. I built nothing but a disaster.

You round the corner and stumble as suddenly you hit a wall you don’t expect. You stagger until you’re caught by firm hands around your upper arms. You gulp and your eyes round as they meet another pair, blue and bold. Jonathan grins as he issues an apology and your own tumbles off your tongue.

“I wasn’t… looking,” you murmur.

“Quite alright,” his hands linger on your arms and you wriggle. “Neither was I.”

He laughs at himself and you look down at his hold on you. He squeezes before he lets go and drops his hands to his side. He tucks them into his pockets. He’s dressed effortlessly in a pair of gray slacks and powder blue pullover.

“Special occasion?” He wonders as he looks you up and down.

You peek at your skirt. It’s nothing special. Pinstripe, black, pencil cut. It doesn’t fit you the way it used to. You think Ransom noticed that too…

“Job interview,” you shrug.

“Oh, exciting. So when do you hear back?”

You rub your neck and sway. He’s just being nice. He’s always been polite, on the outside, but you saw the antics he got up to with Jaydon. He always had that charming grin for your mother but never hesitated to cause chaos with your menace of a brother.

“You don’t have to ask. Really. It’s not a big deal.”

“Mm, well, what if I genuinely want to know?” 

There he is, that oppositional twerp. You blow out between your lips and smile, “I got the job. It’s at the travel agency so… big whoop.”

“Big whoop indeed,” he remarks, “I’d say we should celebrate with a drink but I’d also say you sound like you need one. Desperately.”

You meet his eyes again. You squint. Was he always this handsome? Or is that another trick of time? You pack on some love handles and you look chronically tired, but his lines only refine him, his age becomes him.

“That’s nice but I should head home.”

“Why? So you can listen to Jay brag about his convertible? Even I’m over that. He’d do better with something economic but he always knows best, doesn’t he?”

You scoff, “wow, sounds like you had quite the reunion.”

“Well, time changes us all,” he says, “but you always were more fun to drink with.”

#jonathan pine #dark jonathan pine #dark!jonathan pine #jonathan pine x reader #drabble #series #second chance #brother's best friend #the night manager

[ladycamillewrites]

💗 OPENING EVENT

▪️ Until Wednesday evening my askbox is open for drabble requests ▪️

How it works :

-> send me 1 gif

-> add the genre you’d like (angst/fluff/sum)

-> I’ll write for Sharpe, Conrad, Pine, Laing

( They’ll be popped out one by one starting this weekend. I won’t be able to set certain upload days or patterns bc of university but I’ll do them all I promise!! Thanks for participating :)

▫️ HUGS xx ▫️

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[smolvenger]

Hi guys- life has been stressful and anxiety inducing so to distract myself...I am opening requests for the week of 9/10-9/17!!!!!

Be aware requests take time for me and I will likely be slow and I might get distracted, so you can always remind me. Think of it like cooking in the oven- it will take more time but be extra yummy. But you can ask for headcanons, drabbles, or smaller one-shots.

I will write for x reader with a lot of characters I've written for in the past, including...

Tom Hiddlestons' characters including...

Loki Laufeyson

Prince Hal/Henry V (The Hollow Crown: Henry IV and V)

Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager)

Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Dr. Robert Laing (High-Rise)

Cpn. James Nicholls (War Horse)

William Buxton (Return to Cranford)

Caius Martius Coriolanus (Coriolanus)

James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island)

Jaguar Villain! Tom

I'll include Prof! Hiddleston as a character, bc why not.

I can also try writing Bucky (like I did in the past) or Steve Rogers!

I do accept Smut requests, just assure me you are over 18. If you are ever unsure about something, don't be afraid to ask.

Some things I will not write:

I will not write the cheating trope if they cheat on each other or with each other. Just, no. I have literal panic attacks over media with cheating in it.

I will not write non-con. Dub-con I can still do, but non-con, no way.

I will not write three ways or multiple partners. I don't know how to do it write and I don't find it as compelling or sexy as others do.

I will not write anything regarding Stepfather! Character x Reader. Please nothing like that.

I hate The Essex Serpent and find it triggering so please do not ask me to write Will Ransome x Reader unless it's a fic where he gets beaten up for cheating on Stella and my poor little meow meow Stella lives happily ever after, I know plenty of other people here who would be perfectly happy to write for him and who take requests, you can always ask me.

No incest requests, please.

Other than that, for this week, go wild! I will close requests 9/17 11:59 pm EST!

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[pearlypairings]

welcome to my page :)

I am Pearly_Pairings on AO3—typically I write fic for Stranger Things with the occasional dive into Twin Peaks for shits and gigs! I adore reading/writing tropes like opposites attract, tooth-rotting fluff, and tons of comfort. I've compiled most of of my fics, drabbles, and moodboards here :)

Updated on 4/28/24 ✍️

Stranger Things- Eddie x Chrissy

✨so much (for) stardust stardust-inspired || mild angst to fluffy ending || 5.5k one-shot 💐 In the Shade of Aurelias  chrissy-centric || fantasy/nobility au || WIP 9/? || updated 2/2/24 ⚰️ all good dates at the cemetery chrissy POV || heavy angst, happy ending || inspired by that smallville cemetery scene || 3k one-shot 🍃 not a sound, but the wind  hurt/comfort || no vecna/upside down au || completed- 19k wc 🎨 painting (a masterpiece):  established relationship || fluff/comfort; first apartment || 4k one-shot 📜 Dear Donna,  chrissy POV || penpal letter format || canon divergent/fix-it|| completed- 8.5k wc 🧮 Meet Me at Our Spot  library meet-cute || no vecna-upside down, fast-burn || 10k one-shot 🌧️Open the Sky and Let Her Come Down  sleepover/crush confessional || pining, friends to lovers || completed- 10k wc 🤘 Do or Die  S4 fix-it || slow-burn, hurt/comfort || completed- 61k wc 

Stranger Things- Jonathan x Chrissy

📸 there is a light that never goes out  jonathan-centric || no upside-down au, slow burn || completed- 51k wc

Coming Soon✨: sequel to TIALTNGO chrissy centric || still a slow burn baby, angsty, happy ending || wip

photocheer moodboards and blurbs:)

Stranger Things- Steve x Chrissy

🍸 The Coast is Clear - inspired by this post country club shenanigans || friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluffy first kiss || 5.5k one-shot

Stranger Things- Patrick x Chrissy

Coming Soon✨ - patrick-pov || next door neighbors, in love with his best friend's girl, a whole lot of pining babes || wip

Stranger Things Series 🧮

Letters from Max Mayfield : collection of letters written by Max to her family & the Party based on canon S4 hellcheer word prompt series: drabbles and ficlets in response to monthly word/phrase prompts, like party crashing, tattoo, sewing

Coming Soon✨: charlie's angels au for Nancy, Chrissy and Robin 🔫💋🔊

☕Coffee and Contemplation ST x Twin Peaks || Agent Cooper POV || supernatural mystery || on hiatus; last updated 2.5.23 🔥🔥 Twin Flames Divided laura & audrey || canon compliant, complicated friendship, angst || 2.5k one-shot

Masterlist of 2024 Birthday Prompts tumblr event

various ST pairings: hellcheer, photocheer, clarkelley, stali, platonic stobin

12 days of birthday-themed prompts

drabbles, ficlets, and fics depending on the prompt :)

*will be updated as more is added!*

#stranger things #twin peaks #hellcheer #photocheer #cheerscoops #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #jonathan byers #steve harrington #masterlist #pearlypairings #fic list #updates as we go:)