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With You

This is a mob au where all of the avengers are alive and well but definitely not earths mightiest heroes Eventual Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 2.4k  Warnings: swearing, lying, panic attacks, mobs/gangs, arguing/fights, missing family member previous chapter next chapter   A/N: This is definitely a filler chapter but it was too much to combine with the next chapter. I took lots of inspiration for the neighborhood from the candyman movies so if you want an idea of the kind of aesthetic go watch the cinematic masterpiece that is the first candy man movie. Also sorry I’m just now posting this literally two years later. It was underperforming so I got sad and life got hectic with having a toddler. I re-read the first park of this series and realized I started writing for me so here we are. Unbetaed so any mistakes are my own.  

The sunrise looked beautiful as the city around you began to wake up. You heard the door open distantly as you shoved more eggs in your mouth. You hated to acknowledge how good they tasted. The bed beside you dipped as Peter sat next to you. He placed his plate in his lap and took a bite of his toast. You sat in silence for a while, absorbing everything around you. The sun, the sounds, the city horizon. You wanted to try and talk to him about what you heard but you didn’t want to admit that you were eavesdropping. You also didn’t want to burst the careful bubble that you guys had built around you. Your mouth opened and shut twice, trying to think of the right words to say. You thought of Jack, his mischievous smile and kind eyes. You thought of how hard you protected him as he grew up. You thought of what lengths you would go to in order to protect him now. You swallowed and sighed. You would always put Jack above all else until you knew exactly what happened to him. You needed to protect him. "Peter, what did your boss say about Jack?"

You heard him sigh and look up from his plate. Neither of you made eye contact as if it would help cushion the blow of the conversation. "Nothing you don't already know." You reached up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and your eyes screwed shut. You didn't want to have to relive this conversation, watch Jack's life play out in front of your eyes as Peter spoke. "That he was the first of two children in an upper middle class family. He developed a gambling addiction when he moved out of the house and got into trouble with some sparrows after he lost a ton of money and didn't pay it back so he disappeared." Your shoulders sagged. There had to be more, that couldn't be all they knew. There had to be something else. "That's it?" His face turned to look at you briefly before he turned back to the wall, almost as if he was avoiding your eyes. "It was a sparrow issue, so the sparrows are the ones that would have all the information. I'm sorry." Your head fell back on your neck and you almost groaned in frustration. 

"Peter, I have nothing but immense gratitude for you and everything you've done for me in the past five months, but that is just complete bullshit." You heard him sigh out of his nose. "I don't know what else you want me to say.” Your eyes fluttered shut briefly. "Peter, I know that there's something else out there. Do you think we can ask your boss if he has any old files or something?" Peter glanced up at you with a mixture of emotions in his eyes. "Like I said, he got into trouble with the sparrows. There was no reason for us to know more." your hands flew up as your mouth opened. "Peter please, he's essentially all I have left." His hands flexed as he thought about what else to say. "At the moment I am in no place to make demands with my boss, not after that independent project I was doing for a few months." Your tongue shot out to lick your lips. You shut your eyes as your hands ran through your hair. It didn't matter anymore. This was your fight in the beginning, and it seemed like it would be your fight in the end. "Peter, I can usually tell when someone is hiding something from me. I'm sure you have your reasons, and for now I'll respect them but I will figure out what happened to my brother. Regardless of what that means for me." His eyes flew shut as he nodded before grabbing your plate from you and standing up. "MJ left some clothes for you, they're on the couch. Get dressed, I'm taking you out." You exhaled as you nodded, despair flooding your body as the door shut behind him.

As you stepped out into the car you looked around and were greeted with one of the most gorgeous neighborhoods you'd ever seen. Brick buildings lined the block, trees sprouted up from the sidewalk. There was a faint smell of the wind in the air. Your head whipped back and forth as you took in the stunning area around you. "This neighborhood has been abandoned for almost five years. Whenever I need space to think I come out here. I figured you could get some good pictures." Your hands gripped your camera. You knew deep down that he was trying to distract you from your argument this morning. You also recognized deep down that you needed the distraction, the fresh air. You bent down on your knee and aimed your camera at one of the buildings. You felt Peters hand on your shoulder as you lined up your shot. "There's a bench a couple yards away, holler if you need me." You nodded as you began to take pictures, having your camera focused on anything the neighborhood had to offer. It's abandoned ambiance felt perfect. It made your pictures look cold and distant. You stood up off of the cold ground and looked over at Peter, his arms draped across the back of the bench. You tilted your head as you studied him. "Hey Peter!" His head turned to look at you, he smiled. "What's up?" You raised your camera in one hand. "Can I take a picture of you?" He nodded. "Do you want me doing anything specific?" You shook your head and got down on one knee again. "Just go back to how you were, it looked sexy." He tossed his head back and cackled as you focused your camera. You took a picture of Peter laughing, looking carefree before his face steeled and he continued looking forward. As you pressed down on the top of your camera you decided that regardless of what happened in the next few weeks between you and Peter, you would keep that picture of him laughing forever. You would use that picture to remind yourself what it felt like to be happy. 

You had already been in the neighborhood for about an hour. The pictures felt like a palette cleanser from everything else you'd taken pictures of since you'd become a photographer. You felt like you were walking around your own private city. Peter had entertained you for over thirty minutes, posing for pictures and being your model. You told him to wait by the bench as you walked around looking for other places to take pictures of. You'd made it about a hundred yards from the bench, far but close enough he could still see you. You looked around the buildings, almost wanting to go inside. You jiggled the door handle, your face twisting into one of disappointment when it didn't open. You let out a loud sigh as you decided you would look on the other side of the building before you completely abandoned the idea and went back to Peter. You walked around the front of the building with a tight grip on your camera. Your hand trailed along the brick as you looked at the other wall, seeing it lacked any doors. You pressed your lips together, turning around to make your way back to the car when you were met with a wall full of artwork. There were black and white swirls that didn't look coherent and also told a story of love and heartache. There were bridges and buildings, oceans and mountains. In the middle of it all sat a large sparrow in mid-flight. Your mind immediately remembered the alleyway from so long ago, along with the events that happened that same night. Your vision seemed to swim and you couldn't tell what was up and down, which direction was which. You tried to call out to Peter, but your mouth felt like it was full of cotton balls and your tongue was made of sand paper. One of your hands gripped your camera and the other felt along the brick wall of the building hoping the course feeling would ground you but all it did was remind you of the cold from that night. Your breathing became fragmented as you struggled to get your lungs to work. 'All I need to do is get to Peter.' As you thought it to yourself it seemed like an attainable goal but as you looked up to find the bench it seemed as if it was ten miles away. You felt your way down the wall and sat on the cold sidewalk. Your chest heaved as it became harder to breathe. You distantly heard heavy foot falls and your name. Your hand came up to your mouth to stifle your sobs as you felt a hand on your back. Peter slid down the wall to sit next to you, rubbing his hand up and down your back. "What happened?" You tried to focus on breathing as tears streamed down your face. "The sparrows on the wall I couldn't-" You could feel his head turn from your place against his chest. "But Mr. Stark owns this neighborhood, that's not supposed to-" he seemed to remember your current state and disregarded the thought. "Okay I know it might be a little difficult right now but I need you to listen to me." His thumb stroked the top of your hand as you nodded, your breathing still coming in chunks. "Look around you, what are five things you can see?" Your breathing slowed for a moment as you choked out your answer, "I can see a ton of buildings, a pond, some grass, your bench, and a tree." He nodded and drew you in closer to his chest, taking the camera out of your hands. "Okay good, that was very good. What are four things you can hear?" Your hands stopped trembling as you gripped his pants, the soft fabric grounding you. "Cars in the distance, birds, the tree branches, and your voice." He took your hand off of his leg and let you grip his palm instead. "You're doing so good, we're almost done and then we can go home and eat ice cream in our pajamas while we watch a movie." Your chest resumed a soft up and down motion as your breath began to settle. "What's three things you can smell?" You tried to take deep breaths out of your mouth as you focused on the world around you. "The wind, my shampoo, and your cologne." Your hand grips his hand tighter as feeling begins to return to your mouth. "What's two things you can touch?" You ran your fingers over your palm to get rid of the pins and needles, "The sidewalk and your pants," You felt better, as if the feeling had passed now. "What's one thing you can taste?" You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in, releasing it and seeing that your vision had returned to normal. "My chapstick." His arms squeezed you just a little tighter before he let you go. "Are you feeling okay to stand up or do you want to wait just a little longer?" You pushed yourself back against his chest a little further before nodding slightly. "Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Can we go now?" He chuckled a little bit before standing up and grabbing your hand to help haul you to your feet. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the wall, probably for his boss before grabbing your hand and leading you away and towards the car. 

Your hand gripped Peter's like a lifeline, you practically leaned all of your weight onto him. You passed the neighborhood again on your way back to the car. In the beginning it made you feel like royalty, like there was a special place made just for you and Peter to waste the day away. Now it just left a sour taste in your mouth. You could hear Peter's breath shift multiple times as you guys got closer and closer to his car. As you approached the door he took your hand and stopped you so you could face him. "I know this probably isn't what you want to hear right now but seeing as how you had a panic attack just by seeing a wall tagged by the sparrows I think we need to reevaluate your living situation." Your head tilted in confusion. "You told me this morning that once the sparrows realized I wasn't at that apartment anymore and that I was going to be harder to find they would give up and move onto bigger things." Peters lips pressed into a thin line as his words flash across his eyes. "Peter, out with it please. I don't want any more secrets today." His shoulders dipped as he looked you in the eyes. "Is there somewhere safer where you can stay? That wall was tagged by the sparrows even though my boss owns this entire neighborhood. It's entirely possible that I'm over thinking this and it leads to nothing but if it's something this is going to get really messy really fast. I care about you way too much for you to get caught in the crossfire."  Your grip on his hand tightened as thoughts flashed across your mind. You thought of the first night you saw him, the way he steadied you and looked into your eyes as if they would tell the whole story. The way he went out to coffee with you and didn't even know you. How he thought of you even when you guys weren't together. 'The only place I'm happy is with you.' You thought of the pictures you'd taken today, and over the past months you'd known him. How you looked at them when you were lonely and it lit a small light in your chest. 'The only place I laugh is when I'm with you.' You thought of his eagerness to see your work and how he supported you in everything you did, something no one had done since Jack. 'The only time I genuinely feel alive is when I'm with you.' Everything from the moment you met Peter surged your memory. Your feelings for him are at the forefront of your mind. "Peter, the only place I've felt truly safe in a long time is when I was with you."

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It’s the stache. It’s always the stache.

pedro dilf pascal strikes again

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Hey everyone, I’m in the hospital currently because I’m really sick and I didn’t have it in me to write for tomorrow right now. It will get done I swear. I’m just really disappointed with how my writing is turning out at the moment and i didn’t want to continue to butcher it. I’ll have something out for tomorrow soon I swear.

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Hey Ma

Day 9: write about meeting a characters parents steve rogers x reader previous day | next day masterlist warnings: angst, fluffy ending A/N: this idea popped into my head and I immediately went "that's so morbid, I love it" sorry about missing the last two days I needed a break lol.

You stared at the headstones, not exactly sure what to say. When Steve invited you to meet his parents, you weren’t quite sure what to expect. You rocked back on your feet slightly, looking out of the corner of your eye at Steve. He stared, with his hands in his pockets. There wasn’t sadness, just an unreadable expression. You swallow before walking forward, feeling Steve's eyes track your every movement. You placed the small bouquet of flowers on Sarah’s grave, you stared for a moment before walking back to Steve. He removed his hands from his pockets, placing yours in his own.  “Ma, there’s someone I want you to meet-”

You smiled as the words flowed from him. You could tell he loved his mother, even all these years later. You leaned against him as he talked, speaking of how the two of you met, describing you, and how much he wished you could meet her.

Your thumb began to rub his hand, attempting to get closer to him in any way you could. You felt him take a breath and you briefly glanced his way before turning back, wanting to give him a small semblance of privacy to collect himself.

“I know this probably wasn’t what you expected, we don’t have to stay any longer.” You finally looked at him as he continued to stare ahead, tracing the indent of his mothers name with his eyes. Over and over, almost not ready to let go of this moment.

“Actually, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to stay awhile.” His eyes stopped their movement as you led him to the ground, continuing to lean on him. This time you began to talk about everything, nothing, and all inbetween. You talked to Sarah about your school, your job, your version of how you met Steve, how beautiful she was, but most importantly- how much you almost definitely loved her son.

As you continued to ramble, Steve thought to himself that he was most definitely in love with you too.

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YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS this is so fucking cute oh my god And also so relatable. The domesticity! The storm! The Grilled Cheese! UGHHHHHHHH (now I want a grilled cheese and to brood on a fire escape but I'm a home owner god damnit! I will brood on my wrap around porch)

stormy weather

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 720 words. notes: a very abstract take on 'write a true story about you with characters instead of people', one of the prompts from the ever lovely @reaperintheroses drabble december! this was more 'write about feelings', but i tried. warnings: vague bad headspace on jason's part

he was in a mood.

you weren't sure what mood, but it wasn't good.

it was, however, familiar enough that you weren't surprised when he walked through the bedroom like a ghost.

all he took with him as he left it was a nail file.

you sat quietly, listening for the window.

there it was, about half a minute later: the sliding sound of the window in the frame was quiet but unmistakable, as was the sound of it sliding shut behind him.

fire escape brooding.

you sighed- that was a surefire sign that the mood had settled in completely. you had hoped, somewhat naïvely, that it would be a "wrong side of the bed" situation; had hoped he would be able to shake it off.

with the mood here to stay, you put your phone aside and slid out of bed.

it wasn't something to fix. not days like this. as much as you wished you could carry the weight of this for him, you settled instead for trying to share the load.

you took your time walking through the apartment, giving him his space for a little while as you boiled water and steeped tea for him.

you dug out his largest, warmest sweatshirt, tugging it on to brace against the cold you knew was wrapped around him both mentally and literally. then, with a glance at his silhouette in the window, you picked up his mug and approached.

he barely reacted to the sound of the window opening, only shifting slightly so his ear was towards you in silent acknowledgement.

"i made tea," you said softly, leaning on the sill. "interested?"

jason hesitated a moment, the only sounds the traffic below.

he shrugged, twirling the nail file between two fingers.

you reached over, gently pressing the mug into his free hand, watching as he pulled it to his chest with a hum.

"do you want space, or would you prefer i join you?"

"...you can." his voice was steady, but uncharacteristically quiet and lifeless. "not gonna be much company right now."

you slid out the window, closing it behind you, and he glanced up at you blankly. "you don't have to be," you said firmly, quietly, as you sat down beside him. "i'm just here."

the metal was freezing, even through your thick sweatpants. it would take more than a stretch of the imagination to call it comfortable, but you settled in like it was memory foam.

you sat in silence, listening to him breathe beside you and watching it fog in your peripheral.

you sat until your legs ached and your nose felt about ready to fall off from the cold. you sat for far longer than it took him to drain his mug. you sat long enough that the rush of lunch traffic came and went below you.

you sat watching gray clouds churn in the sky, offering the only comfort you could: he wasn't alone.

eventually, he inhaled deeply, and you felt something shift.

"you want a grilled cheese?" his voice was rough and quiet, but using it was a good sign.

you recognized the offer as the thank you that it was.

"yeah," you matched his volume, gently breaking your silence. "that sounds good."

it wasn't over, not by a long shot. you could feel it in the air around you, as though jason was a storm and the front was rolling in. it would be a few days, you suspected, of this- of disconnect, of that distant look in his eyes.

and that was the best case scenario.

he pushed himself up and off the ground, wincing when his bad ankle popped unpleasantly, and you changed your mind. he wasn't the storm. a storm in his own right, sure, strong and beautiful and immovable to all the world, but in this case he was standing on the coast and watching the storm turn the ocean angry.

he reached a hand down to help you up.

you took it, squeezing it once, twice, three times in quick succession as you hauled yourself to your feet. once there, you relaxed your grip.

he kept his, keeping your palm against his own. bracing himself against the wind.

you'd be damned if you let him board up the windows and sandbag the doorways on his own.

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Hey y’all, I quite literally forgot to write a prompt for day 7, If I’m not swamped with work I can do a little something something later.

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Smoke Sesh

Day 6: write a drabble based on your top song from this year Bradley Bradshaw x reader Warnings: recreational marijuana use, mentions of Bradleys lack of parents, Robins shitty writing previous day | next day masterlist A/N: My actual top song is from an artist I no longer support. This song is much better and was #2. This is William and I's smoking song, hence the theme of this drabble

You turned on your speaker, waiting for Bradley to come back from the kitchen with your lighter. The both of you finally had a day off and you just needed to relax. You opened the window to let out some of the inevitable smoke as Bradley walked back in, lighter in hand. He handed you the joint before flopping onto the couch. You sat down next to him, placing the blunt into your mouth. He struck a flame for you, lighting the end for you before dropping back down and letting you take the first hit. 

This time of year was hard for him, not having his parents around for the holidays. You both needed the outlet and no one at work was going to say anything to him. You exhaled before passing the joint to him. You grabbed your phone as he sucked gently. Your music of choice began filtering softly from the speaker in the corner of your living room as Bradley breathed out a cloud of smoke. You turned to look at him from your place on the couch, drinking in the picture he painted. He looked like a Greek god as he held the joint in between his lips. His face relaxed and eyes shut. “I love you a lot,” you whispered as you plucked the blunt from his lips. He puckered his lips, trying to blow a smoke ring before turning his face to look at you.  “I know,” you giggled at his response before facing the front of your room.

The Nevada air drifted in from your open window, bringing in the scent of the distant desert and winter. The music wrapped you in a warm embrace, calming your senses and relaxing your thoughts.

You both needed this.

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What the-

Day 5: write a true story about you with characters instead of people Dean Winchester x Reader previous day | next day masterlist Warnings: swearing A/N: this was fun and made me cry.

“Dean what the fuck is this?” You held out the velvet box you found in the glove compartment. You hear the dolly slide out from underneath the car the two of you were attempting to restore. 

“What is, oh that.” You glare at him, holding the box away from you as if it had offended you personally. 

He moves to roll the dolly back under the car and you stick your foot out to stop it. “Don’t even think about it,” you hiss. He groans before looking back at you. “Babe, do we have to do this now? I was just about to start an oil change.” He whines at you and you gape at him. “Are you fucking serious?” He groans as he pulls himself to his feet, wincing as he wipes his hands on his pants mumbling about how they were new and he was already ruining them. You raise your eyebrows at him as he holds his hand out. “Can I have it please,” He goes to grab it from you and you move your hand back, just to be annoying, before you let him grab it. You clears his throat before shaking his arms, as if psyching himself up. You rolled your eyes as he bent down on one knee. “Listen, you’re my best friend and I can’t imagine anyone I would rather spend all of my waking moments with. You mean so much to me, and honestly I really need the tax deductible,” you reach your foot out to kick him, “Hey I’m just kidding, so will you marry me?” You laughed before getting down on your knees and embracing him, “abso-fucking-lutley.”

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I'm Here Now

Day 4: Write your favorite trope Jason Todd x Reader previous day | next day masterlist Warnings: Nightmares A/N: going back to my roots.

You pushed yourself onto your elbows, breathing hard as the adrenaline pumped through your body. You don’t even remember what happened, just that your legs hurt and you were scared. You squeezed your eyes tight, trying to calm down. Jason had just come back from a long night, you didn’t want to wake him. He didn’t need to be bothered. You ran a hand over your face, trying to muffle your breathing. You felt the bed shift underneath you, nearly jumping out of your skin when you felt a hand against your back. When the hand started rubbing in soothing circles you felt yourself relax slightly.

Jason pulled you into his side, continuing to rub you back. He smelled like rain and sandalwood. You leaned further into him as your heavy breathing slowed. He kissed the top of your head, not saying anything. You nodded to show that you were fine now, that he could let go.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You felt his voice run through you, calm you. He was like the eye of a hurricane. Your peace that kept you safe. You shook your head, “not much to say.” He nodded. “Wanna try and go back to bed then?” You nodded, laying down again. This time you let him pull you into his side. “You can sleep now, and when you wake up I’ll be here.”

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Vaquero

Day 3: write a drabble with a character from the last tv show you watched Javier Peña x Reader previous day | next day masterlist Warnings: mentions of death, can be read as romantic partners or as platonic buddies A/N: sorry this took so long, I have a clogged milk duct rn so I've been hustling to the doctor and to multiple stores to find a way to feed my kid lmao. Vaquero means cowboy and cariña means sweetheart.

“Javier-” you started, not at all liking where he was going with whatever he was planning. He silenced you with a look as he walked over to the tiny window in your office, opening it to let out all of the smoke that had accumulated from his stress cigarette. “It might be the only way to get remotely closer to catching Escobar,” his draw dragging out his words. “I need you to trust me.” You frowned, looking closer at the file of information he had slid your way. It did nothing to soothe your nerves, your desire to just pluck the cigarette straight out of his mouth growing with each word or picture you scanned. 

“Will you please just be-” 

“I’ll be careful cariña,” he interrupted you. He placed his hand atop yours briefly, squeezing before dropping it again. You nodded as he pushed his chair back. “Besides, I think I owe you a whiskey for all the trouble and early onset gray hairs I’m giving you.” You rolled your eyes, the moment already gone. “Can’t pay for an expensive whiskey if you're dead because Escobar sniffed you out and planned an ambush. Get going vaquero.” He smirked before walking out, leaving the door open because he knew it annoyed you. You shut the file in front of you, repeating that he was going to be fine in your head as you slammed your door.

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Answered Prayers

Jake Seresin x Innocent reader warnings: innocent reader, first kiss, minimal dialogue Prompt: Write a first kiss previous day | next day masterlist A/N: I really struggled with this lol. Annapolis, Maryland is where the naval academy is located. He gripped your face slightly, the butterflies in your stomach rose to your throat. You felt your lungs constrict. No words would come out. You just choked. You’d asked for this. You’d prayed to God that it would happen all throughout high school. And then he left. He was home for Christmas. the naval academy had shaved his head, defined his muscles. You had subconsciously been counting down the moments til he got home. You had waited until the day after he returned to your little Texas town. Letting him spend the time with his family. You didn’t know what this was. This thing between you. Yet you centered yourself anyway. Glad out of everyone, it was him. Everyone’s first kiss should be special, even if you wanted until your highschool best friend was shipped off to Annapolis to confess your love to him. So you smiled. Nodded slightly. He bent down, his hold on your face soft as butter. “Just relax,” his draw, which so far had been disguised from all these weeks in Maryland, coated his words. You shut your eyes as his lips met yours. Hesitant, tender. You melted, your prayers finally answered.

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If you're still taking requests for your top gun sleepover : all business secret softy female engineer!reader x cocky pilot with a heart of gold, Rooster?

Plane Doctor

Day 1: write a random request that's been in my inbox for a while Warnings: Fluff Bradley Bradshaw x GN!Reader Masterlist Next Day A/N: It's HEREEEEEEE! I'm so happy that it's already drabble december time again. This is from all the way back in June from the topgun sleepover. To the original requester: I hope you see this somehow, I'm sorry I missed it. To the rest of you, don't forget to send in your requests!

"Bradshaw!" You turn around, wrench in hand, looking for the pilot. You open your mouth to shout again when he emerges from in between two planes, sunglasses shielding his eyes and a smirk coating his lips. "What's up, Doc?" You take in a deep breath, before forcing a smile.

"When was the last time you did basic maintenance," you ask, ignoring the nickname.

"I dunno, maybe a week ago, why?"

You sigh, using the wrench to scratch at your temple. "It's not my job to do your chores for you, so maybe that's what's causing the funny noise from mid flight." You drop your voice to mock him, watching as his face barely wavers. "You're the plane doctor, can't you just give it a little tune up?" You throw the wrench at him, raising your eyebrows in amusement as he struggles to catch it. "Don't call me that, do it yourself. Maybe if you had done, I don't know, your job then you wouldn't have to worry about it."

You can tell by the way his smile slightly falls and the obvious role of his eyes under his shades that you had struck a nerve. And damn if that didn't satisfy you slightly. You kick the tool box sitting at your feet towards him before turning around.

"Good luck Bradshaw, if you do something right maybe you won't crash later," you call over your shoulder. You hear him scoff behind you, muttering out to at least use his rank.

Your day had been long, way too long. You felt like no amount of body wash could get off the grease and oil. You made your way to the common room, ready to just watch a movie and relax. You opened the tall wooden door, hoping no one was inside, so you could just forget about work for the rest of the night.

When Bradleys soft eyes and kind face greeted you, you instantly felt relaxed. He looked up briefly from whatever he was reading, raising his eyebrows at you. "Rough day-" he asked, starting your familiar banter- "rough life." You finished the statement the both of you had been repeating to each other for the year and a half you'd been together.

He put his book down on the coffee table in front of him, opening his arms. You gratefully fell into them, leaning your head against his chest as you attempted to comfortably situate yourself against him. "Maybe it's your karma for being mean to me earlier." You glared up at him from your spot against him. "You know if the others got wind of us, or any sort of me playing favorites someone would complain and I would lose my job." You let yourself fall again as he kissed the top of your head. "I know, I'm just giving you shit because I love you." You nestled your head against his shirt.

"That's bullshit." He chuckled.

"I know,"

"You're lucky I love you," you smile briefly as his hands close around your back, completing his embrace. You sit up as you feel his mouth open against the top of your head.

"Does tha-'' you start after him, cutting him off- "no that still does not mean you can call me the plane doctor."

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Drabble December Masterlist '22

*= adult themes

day 1: write a request that's been in your inbox for a while Plane Doctor - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader - You do your best but this one pilot can't help but to get on your nerves.

Day 2: write a first kiss Answered Prayers - Jake Seresin x Reader - Jake is back from Annapolis and he's ready to be one of your firsts Day 3: write about a character from the last tv show you watched Vaquero -Javier Peña x Reader - You trust Javier wholey. That doesn't stop you from worrying

Day 4: write your favorite trope I'm Here Now - Jason Todd x Reader - You can't even remember what happened in the dream, all you know is you don't want to think about it anymore

Day 5: write a true story with characters instead of people What The? - Dean Winchester x Reader - You find something suspicious in the glove box of the car you and dean are working on and you can't help but confront him on it. Day 6: write a fic based on your top song from this year Smoke Sesh * -Bradley Bradshaw x Reader -you and bradley need a break

Day 9: write about meeting a characters parents Hey Ma -Steve Rogers x Reader -You meet Steve's mom

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Drabble December!

Hey everyone!!!

So first and foremost, I had my baby! My son was born on October 25th, 2022 and he's just the cutest little thing I stg. So I figured, since I have another thing to celebrate.... I'm doing another drabble december! And this year, since I have a newborn and I'm a little busy with learning how to be a milf, I wanted to invite anyone to participate! Just shoot me a dm, an ask, or reblog this post to let me know that you're participating so I can reblog your work! (You don't have to do every single day either lmao). This year is going to look a little different. I have a predetermined prompt list and instead of just DC characters I'm going to create a character list for people to request from. So when you send in your request just say what day you want and what character. There's very minimal rules, just try and post at least a few times, use the #drabbledecember so I know to reblog it, and have fun!!

heres my character list

here is the prompt list in day order

1-write a random request that’s been in your ask box forever 2- write a first kiss 3- write something with a character from the last tv show you watched 4- write your favorite troupe  5- write a true story about you with characters instead of people  6- write something based off of your most listened to song from this year 8- random request 9-write about meeting a characters family 10-soft smut 11-rewrite your first fic (in Drabble form) 12- write about two characters having a discussion about a very niche topic that you know about  13-holiday shopping 14- write about waking up to snow 15- give an excerpt from a wip  16-comfort fic 17-plot twist!! (Don’t reveal that’s what this prompt was until the end) 18-midnight snacks 19- HAPPY FIRST DAY OF HANUKKAH! write a Hanukkah story for everyone celebrating! Everyone else: getting ready for a fancy event together 20: HURT/ comfort 21: late night future dreaming  22: cooking together 23: holiday movies 24: Christmas Eve! If you celebrate Christmas use the phrase “mommy’s kissing Santa clause” in your Drabble. If you don’t celebrate, write about showing up to someone’s door in the middle of the night for cuddling purposes 25: merry Christmas! Write about opening presents if you celebrate a holiday that involves presents that falls on the 25th. If not: free space! 26: house deep clean with your significant other 27: write something involving a shower 28: write a fic involving codenames 29: best friends to lovers 30: snow day! 31: write a reunion fic just in time for the midnight kiss!

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Robins Drabble December Character List!

Any of the pilots with speaking roles from Top Gun (except Maverick, Cyclone, Warlock) Rhett Abbot (Outer Range)

Any of the Avengers, Loki, Yelena, Peter Parker, Marc Spector and Steven Grant, Dare Devil, Punisher (Basically just send me an ask about marvel characters lmao)

Any DC Character featured last year

(Any other character who you think I would know and I'll let you know if I do)

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Im in labor and let me just say

im not ready!

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Happy anniversary Will. I know that faceless tumblr that’s been reblogging all my shitposts is you, asshole. I hate you. I love you. I miss you.