#Task-based language teaching

[meowgical-berri]

How funny is that education is becoming one of my special interests

I'm going to be a teacher

Here I am, looking at ideas for task-based language teaching on Tumblr of all places, reading stuff about teaching and how to motivate learners and everything

That said if anyone that reads this has any idea to try out in the future, they're more than welcome to share!

[astrologydray]

Ruler of the 5th through the houses

So when we follow the ruler of your 5th house to where it lands in the chart, it tells us where and how you light up the world, how you flirt with life, and where you create joy.

5th House Ruler in the 1st House

You are your own muse.

You’re magnetic, expressive, and romantic just by being. You wear your heart on your sleeve. You’re bold about what you want, and you attract admirers easily. Self-expression, modeling, fashion, acting. Romantic style: Flirtatious, direct, confident. Inner child: Lives in the mirror and loves attention.

5th House Ruler in the 2nd House

Creating beauty = creating stability.

Your creativity is valuable — literally. You may monetize your art, or find pleasure in luxury, sensuality, and security. You want loyalty in love and comfort in your play. Design, voice, beauty, body-based art. Romantic style: Loyal, touchy, gift-giver love language. Inner child: Builds pillow forts, collects shiny things.

5th House Ruler in the 3rd House

Flirtation = conversation.

You woo with words, wit, and curiosity. Your creativity flows through communication — writing, media, speaking, and storytelling. Romance may start close to home or through messages. Journalism, content creation, comedy. Romantic style: Playful, chatty, needs mental stimulation. Inner child: Writes love letters and draws in notebooks.

5th House Ruler in the 4th House

Home is the heart of your art.

You’re emotionally inspired and may keep your art (or romantic life) more private. You create from memory, nostalgia, or family themes. You’re nurturing and loyal in love. Home decor, family storytelling, memory-based art. Romantic style: Deep, emotional, seeks long-term roots. Inner child: Plays house and creates blanket forts.

5th House Ruler in the 5th House

You were born to shine.

This is a natural placement — your life is a stage and you’re the star. You radiate charisma and may feel most alive when you’re creating, loving, performing, or playing. Pure Leo energy — dance, performance, legacy art. Romantic style: Grand gestures, playful, irresistible. Inner child: Center of the show, covered in glitter.

5th House Ruler in the 6th House

Romance + creativity = daily devotion.

You’re a low-key romantic who shows love through service, acts of care, and consistency. You create in a detailed, thoughtful way. Routines and rituals inspire your art. Crafting, healing, daily creativity, self-care. Romantic style: Devoted, nurturing, likes to “do” for lovers. Inner child: Loves task-based games and helping out.

5th House Ruler in the 7th House

Romance is your purpose.

You’re the definition of a hopeless romantic — you want partnerships that feel like poetry. You create best in collaboration and shine when you’re loving or being loved. Collaborative art, relationship themes. Romantic style: Balanced, magnetic, needs 1:1 intimacy. Inner child: Plays “wedding” and loves storybook love.

5th House Ruler in the 8th House

Art = alchemy. Love = transformation.

You love deep, intense, passionate connections. You’re creatively powerful, especially in the realms of healing, shadow work, and sexuality. You might attract karmic lovers. Erotic, taboo, healing, psychological themes. Romantic style: Intense, loyal, spiritual-bond energy. Inner child: Obsessed with secrets, mystery, magic.

5th House Ruler in the 9th House

You flirt with the world.

You’re a globetrotter of love. You fall for minds, cultures, and experiences. You’re inspired by travel, philosophy, and freedom. Romance may begin abroad or feel spiritual. Teaching, travel, spiritual storytelling. Romantic style: Inspiring, free-spirited, long-distance queen. Inner child: Loves adventure, fairy tales, maps.

5th House Ruler in the 10th House

Romance = recognition.

You’re public about your passions. Your art, your love life, or your children may be part of your career path or reputation. You crave partners who match your ambition. Fame, legacy-building, influential art. Romantic style: Mature, responsible, but needs admiration. Inner child: Dreams of being famous and successful.

5th House Ruler in the 11th House

Rebel lover, visionary creator.

You’re into unconventional love, collective art, and community expression. You may create with or for others, and romance may begin in friendships, groups, or online spaces. Futurism, social impact art, collaborations. Romantic style: Unique, freedom-loving, experimental. Inner child: Builds imaginary worlds and group games.

5th House Ruler in the 12th House

Secret muse, soul lover.

You may keep love private or fall in love with unavailable people. Your art is spiritual, mystical, and comes from dreams or deep emotions. Love feels fated, karmic, or otherworldly. Film, music, poetry, dreamwork, mysticism. Romantic style: Elusive, deeply emotional, spiritual bonds. Inner child: Lives in fantasy realms, sensitive AF.

[matrix-fairy]

Divine Talent

In the Matrix Destiny chart, I will be sharing a thread about the talent arcana energies, which is the position you most frequently ask about. The spot marked with X on the map is what we call divine talent, which represents the talents your soul is inherently born with in this life.

1 - You have many ideas and can generate ideas easily. When activated positively, you have the potential to succeed in whatever you touch.

2 - You can understand other people's motivations, that is, you can grasp why they do what they do at a glance. This gives you esoteric abilities.

3 - You have a good taste and a high sense of aesthetics. You have the ability to expand; you can turn a small task into big projects.

4 - You excel in team management and establishing authority. You have a strong talent for attracting money. If money isn’t coming to you, it means you are activating this area negatively.

5 - You have a talent for learning and teaching. You can master anything and explain everything you know in a way the other side can understand.

6 - Your communication skills and sincerity stand out. You are someone people come to for advice, trust what you say, and listen to your words.

7 - You have the ability to progress quickly in any job, reach your desired goals, and inspire change in both yourself and those around you.

8 - It's hard, if not impossible, for others to lie to you. You can approach everything objectively. You can achieve balance and harmony.

9 - You are more mature than your age, and this grants you wisdom. You have the ability to achieve your inner goals (knowing yourself, realizing your dreams and desires) on your own.

10 - This is a placement that brings luck. You have the talent to manage finances easily and spot profitable opportunities. You can easily attract people to yourself.

11 - Your physical and spiritual endurance is strong. You can do everything at once. You know your strengths and can use them in the most accurate way.

12 - Spiritual practices (like meditation, breathing, reiki) work well for you and have healing effects when applied to others. You have a different perspective and can solve seemingly unsolvable problems.

13 - You can make the necessary changes in every area of life and are not afraid to take risks. You can learn multiple things at once. You have the ability to easily absorb deep and detailed information.

14 - You have diplomacy and mediation skills. You can calm conflicts and maintain your composure during these processes.

15 - By opening yourself to others, you can show them what they cannot see in themselves. You can easily identify others' weaknesses, vulnerabilities, and talents.

16 - You are talented in directing people, organizing, and creating strategies. You can foresee events and chart your course accordingly.

17 - Your ability to express yourself is unique and creative. You can be the center of attention in any field you wish, shine, and stand out from the crowd.

18 - Your subconscious is very powerful. You may receive information through dreams, and your dreams may come true. Your manifesting ability is strong; everything you visualize can come into your life.

19 - You have leadership qualities and can inspire/give strength to others for success. You have the ability to not give up no matter what.

20 - You have good speaking skills and can influence masses. You can create systems from nothing and have excellent analytical skills. It's hard to confuse you.

21 - You have an aptitude for foreign languages and cultures. You can adapt to any environment. You can produce knowledge and content for a wide audience or listener base.

22 - Your decisions and thoughts may be unpredictable by those around you. You influence people with your positive energy. You can turn every tough task into fun and achieve results that will surprise everyone.

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[searchingforserendipity25]

There are some things Davenport knows.

He counts them sometimes, the things he knows.

His name; how to tie his shoes with twelve different knots; how the Madame Director likes her coffee.

The rules of playing Fantasy Chess, and how to cheat at Fantasy Chess too.

How to tell when someone is afraid

How to make his bed, so tight and neat he can drop a coin on it and it jumps, newly polished and gleaming, right back into his hand

How to bandage up to twenty different kinds of injuries

How to make the best sea chowder on the Moon Base, and also on the planet

How to press a uniform so it lasts a week and several explosions with no crinkled corners

How to organise reports with proper colour-coding techniques

Not a great many words, when it comes to that - slippery as fishtails, words, hard to grasp in the mind and impossible to put into his mouth

How to laugh, and how to cry

How to be helpful, if not always in the most efficient way

Some very complicated geometry and arithmetic, though not the word for geometry, nor how to write down an equation to explain how he got his results.His name, the names of his colleagues, where he is, what time of the day it is, what happened yesterday.

His name, his name, even when he doesn't know anything else, his name is Davenport -

Most days, anyway

He cries, sometimes, over bowls of spicy soup and at cute dogs, when someone leaves a book half-open on the table - when he sees groups of people laughing, and when he's alone for a long time. He is rarely alone. The Madame Director finds him, every time. Brings him biscuits and jam, shares puzzles, gives him folders to file.

She tries to teach him new words from brightly coloured books, sometimes. Not often; Davenport hates to make her unhappy, and she looks very sad, whenever he fails. He hates failing - this he knows for certain. But regardless of what he does, the Director is sad a lot of the time. Busy, busy; but she goes very still, late at night, and writes lists in strange languages with shifting characters, and then burns them, with a look on her face like stone, like a closed fist. He sweeps the ashes, afterwards; there's nothing in them he can understand.

No one sees her in those hours. Only Davenport is there, with no one else around. Davenport does not count as company, really. Or at least the Madame Director trusts him enough to let him see her when it's very late and she is very tired, and there is too much work for a night's rest.

It's nice, being trusted. Davenport likes it, likes his little tasks, his schedule and his friends. He knows every corner of the Moon Base, except the ones he is not supposed to enter; he has a little map sewn into his coat pocket, for when he forgets he knows every corner of the Moon Base.

He loves slow music, and sea chowder, and to drink his tea (the Director makes it, sometimes; she knows just how he likes it) while standing behind the transparent windows and watch the planet down below, all green and blue and changeful, like a face with many moods.

He knows he likes these things.

It is only that, sometimes, Davenport is very full of a painful feeling, a feeling like being full of smoldering fire, a feeling like --

Anger has no face, no colour. Davenport does not know a lot of things; sometimes he grasps at the softened edges of his mind, looking for something sharp enough to cut himself with. Davenport is angry, sometimes, though he has no words for it. Sometimes, anger is the only real thing in Davenport's world, the first thing he ever knew.

And then he forgets about it.

There are few things Davenport knows. He can feel the shape of something very important, prodding at him, filling him up with a warm, unpleasant energy. It is there when he wakes, for a handful of moments - every day, in the dreaming place between wakefulness and sleep. Like a dream, it fades before he is done dressing for the day. He has no words for it. The truth is, most days Davenport only knows his name is Davenport, and the worst of it is Davenport forgets there might be anything missing.

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

i think itd be really funny to do a poly141 x reader where the reader is heavily southern american, and similarly to Ghost not being able to understand soap sometimes he also cant understand the reader.

Bless Your Heart, Lieutenant

Pairing: Poly!141 x Southern!Reader

Warnings: Heavy Southern accent, regional idioms, thick sexual tension, suggestive language, flirty teasing, emotionally constipated soldiers in love, Ghost being linguistically defeated, polycule tension, soft possessiveness, dangerous charm, lazy touches

Author's Note: This fic is hotter than asphalt in August and twice as chaotic. Our reader is pure Southern charm and mischief, and poor Simon Riley is one idiom away from medically combusting.

Summary: The boys of Task Force 141 have handled just about everything. War. Wetwork. Interrogations. But what they weren’t prepared for? You. A dangerously flirty Southern transplant with hips that sway like sin and a drawl that Ghost can’t understand—or resist.

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The base was quiet in the late afternoon. Heat rolled in through open windows, sticky and golden, baking the concrete like a cast-iron skillet. Outside: dry wind and desert silence. Inside: clinking tools, murmured curses, the low hum of fans pushing dead air.

And you.

You leaned into the open doorway of the armory like you were posing for a slow camera pan. Sunlight kissed your shoulders and sweat caught in the hollow of your collarbones. Dog tags bounced gently against the swell of your chest. Combat boots. Rolled-down cargos slung low on your hips. Tank top tied tight to bare a tease of belly. You looked every bit the Southern storm that had blown into their lives three months ago—and none of them were safe.

"Y’all really tryna fix that bolt with no elbow grease?" you asked, voice syrupy as pecan pie and twice as dangerous.

Kyle looked up, blinking. "What?"

You strode in, multitool twirling in your fingers. "This bolt’s stickin’ tighter’n a tick on a fat dog, darlin’. You gotta lean into it."

Kyle wheezed, nearly dropping the rifle in his lap. “I’m gonna need subtitles.”

Johnny, hunched over the bench, grinned without looking up. “You’re like a Southern crossword puzzle.”

You clicked your tongue. “Ain’t my fault y’all ain’t got no flavor up in your dialect.”

Then came Simon.

Simon Riley—mask on, sleeves rolled, forearms dusted in oil and tension. He walked in like a man already regretting it, only to freeze when his eyes landed on you.

“Lieutenant,” he said, stiff as always.

You smiled slow. “Well hey there, big fella. Ain’t you lookin’ meaner than a snake in a sugar jar.”

Simon blinked. “What?”

Johnny lost it. “He’s already glitchin’!”

Price followed Simon in, raising a brow. “The hell does sugar jar have to do with anything?”

Kyle leaned back, grinning. “Means he looks dangerous—but, like, sexy.”

Simon turned to him like that made it worse. “How?!”

You stepped close, brushing your hand along Simon’s forearm. “Don’t get your feathers ruffled, sugar. You look real handsome when you’re confused.”

“I’m not confused,” he muttered.

“You are,” Price mumbled behind him.

“She’s just talkin’ in riddles again,” Simon grumbled.

“She’s speakin’ poetry, mate,” Johnny corrected. “You just don’t speak heartache.”

You turned toward Simon again, voice dipping sweet and low. “I could give you a lesson or two, Lieutenant. Teach you how to speak Southern… real slow.”

Kyle clutched his chest. “God help him.”

—

Later.

The rec room buzzed low with evening tension. Lamps glowed golden in the corners. Ice clinked in glasses. One fan rattled lazily in the ceiling.

You sprawled across the shared couch like a throne was built just for you. Simon’s black shirt swallowed your frame, sleeves rolled up and hem knotted at your ribs. Your bare legs stretched over Johnny’s lap, toes brushing his thigh with idle affection. Kyle sat near your feet, playing with the charm on your ankle bracelet.

Across the room, Price sat in the leather armchair, legs spread, drink in hand, eyes fixed on the scene like it was the best entertainment of his week.

Simon stood by the door, arms crossed, tense as a live wire.

Watching.

You stretched, arms overhead, shirt riding high. “You just gonna lurk, Lieutenant? Or you comin’ to get cozy?”

Simon’s eyes dipped. He didn’t speak.

“C’mon now,” you drawled, slow and sinful. “You’re lookin’ at me like you seen the devil in a sun dress.”

Kyle choked on his drink. “God damn.”

Price chuckled. “Let’s hear the list.”

You grinned, fingers trailing Johnny’s chest. “One: he’s still stuck on what I meant earlier about his attitude bein’ drier than a biscuit at a Baptist potluck. Two: he’s mad I stole his shirt and made it look better. Three: he’s dyin’ to say somethin’ clever but knows I’d run circles ‘round him. Four…”

You sat up slowly, fixing Simon with a knowing look.

“Four: he’s imaginin’ what I’d sound like sayin’ please in that deep voice of his.”

Johnny outright groaned. Kyle looked like he was praying.

“And five?” Price asked.

You smiled. “Five’s between me and God.”

Simon shifted like the ground under him got unsteady. “What the hell is a Baptist potluck?”

Kyle patted your calf. “Means your personality’s like stale bread, mate.”

“I’m not stale,” Simon growled.

“You sure ain’t sweet tea either,” you teased.

His hands tightened over his biceps. “I don’t understand a thing you say.”

“You don’t need to,” you said. “You feel it, don’t you?”

He stared. Silent.

“I told y’all,” you added, twirling your hair. “He’s slower than molasses in January.”

“What does that—” Simon started, then paused. “That’s an insult, isn’t it.”

Johnny was crying laughing. Kyle nodded solemnly.

Simon sighed and started to turn away—then stopped.

Then turned back.

And crossed the room.

Every bootstep was heavy. Purposeful. Final.

He stood over you, towering and unreadable.

You tilted your chin up, daring him.

“You mean everything you say?” he asked, voice low, gravel thick in his throat.

You blinked, slow and hot. “I wouldn’t waste my breath if I didn’t.”

He reached down.

Touched your chin.

Tilted your face gently—like he was checking if you were real.

Then his thumb brushed your bottom lip.

Once.

You didn’t breathe.

No one did.

And then he walked away, back to the shadows, back to himself.

You exhaled, slow. “Lawdamercy.”

Price groaned. “We’re all so screwed.”

Johnny leaned in, wide-eyed. “He understood that one.”

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[jumexju]

REQ !! : Hello!! Could I request L, Near and Mello (separately) x reader who can speak Polish? :] Imagine like a scenario where reader swears when annoyed or calls them pet names in that language! Ty 🫶

CATALOGUE

Pairing(s) !! : L, Near, Mello / Reader (Seperate)

CW !! : profanity, apart from that, none !

Summary !! : How they'd be with a reader who speaks polish.

Notes !! : Sorry they're short, i'm not really familiar with the polish language, hopefully you still enjoyed, anon !

✦ MASTERLIST

LAWLIET L !! :

He’s fluent in like 6 languages, he’d probably end up either asking you if you would be willing to teach it to him or he’ll learn it himself

He’d probably like communicating with you in polish when the task force is around just so they don’t know what the both of you are conversing about 

If you would code-switch to polish whenever you cuss, he’d probably find it a little humorous but I don’t think he’d admit that openly

If you were to call him pet names though? He probably feels cherished. 

It’s like something only the two of you share, and he secretly loves the fact that no one else really knows what the two of you are saying half of the time. 

NEAR !! :

I’m going to assume that Near also is multilingual 

So based on that, I believe Near would secretly learn polish on his own after hearing you swear or call him a pet name in that language

He probably would be the type to blush a little once he finds out that you’ve been calling him polish pet names that whole time

Near, despite seeming like a know-it-all sometimes, he does have his soft moments. 

He also calls u pet names in polish but in private, away from his co-workers

And because he’s a menace too, he’d smirk to himself whenever he hears you swear in polish

MELLO !! :

“How do you say f#%@ in polish?” 

Jokes aside, I wouldn’t put it past him. He definitely asks you how to cuss in polish 

If you actually tell him how then he’ll probably use this newfound knowledge when the mafia pisses him off

He definitely would ask you if you could teach him polish because he enjoys the clueless look in the mafia members’ faces when they realize the both of you are speaking in a language foreign to them

Like L, he likes having something that's only for the two of you

He def blushes like an idiot whenever you call him pet names 

He thinks its cute when you get flustered at him doing the same 

He’s def teaching matt swear words btw 

[pxstelmxsings]

Excuse you, i need more girl dad Daryl headcanons.

Lol I need to write for TWD content as a whole. Also, as a general note here, I am using AFAB language, pronouns, and soical norms.

Girl dad Daryl Dixon headcanons coming right up!

1. Look me in the eyes and tell me Daryl wouldn't be hoping for a daughter. You can't because you would be lying to everyone. He wants his child to be a mini version of his S/O.

I also feel like he would be scared of having a son, but that's a whole other decision.

2. He tries his best to find lots of cute little girl outfits, toys, decor items, really anything he can when on supply runs. Despite it being the apocalypse, he will make sure to spoil his daughter.

3. This one applies to any sex or gender of his child; He will always aim for them to have a better childhood than he did. That is a promise he makes to his child when they are born or adopted.

4. Just like Judith, his daughter gets a nickname.I like something along the lines of little shins buster or head bunker. The whole world needs to know she is a Dixon and will beat your ass.

Tbt I think Daryl would give his daughter a bunch of different nicknames based on things she does, says, or eats. If she eats a little blueberries, then blue bear, nicknames like that.

5. Oh, he cries when she first says dada or daddy. Full-blown, happy tears.

6. You best believe he finds a hair guide book and learns all the cute hair styles. I think he would be especially good at putting ribbons into braids.

He picks buns and tight to head braids styles the most often because they are the safest styles to have with walkers and other dangerous people around.

7. This man does not understand dressing up or playing with dolls at all. The joy of it goes right over his head. But you best believe he tries his best to play along to make his daughter happy.

8. She learns weapon safety from a very young age. Even if there were no walkers, Daryl would be teaching her these skills.

9. A protective father 👏 No harm will come to his little girl for as long as he lives.

10. He learns traditionally feminine tasks right alongside his daughter to make things less stressful or scary. It actually becomes quite common to see them fixing shirts or canning vegetables together.

11. Just...in genreal, he gets more relaxed and emotionally more available because of his daughter. She wiggles him out his shell in a way no one else has been able to.

[spookyserenades]

what are the boys love languages? trouvaille & sanctity (if possible)

hehe I LOVE THIS ONEEEE! I'll write just a little blurb for just the Trouvaille boys at this time, I'll make one for the Sanctity boys a little later on ;)

Cutting it off here because it'll be a longer list <3

Keep in mind they all have Physical Touch as common denominator hehe. To varying degrees ;)

Seokjin - Quality Time. Definitely puts in an effort to have at least one moment of one-on-one time, even if it's just a short conversation in the morning over coffee. Loves planning and going on dates. Doesn't like distractions (like phones) when spending time together. Good listener, interested in creating rituals/hobbies/routines together. One-on-one time spent together is intimate and special, tailored to his lover's preferences, and feels loved when his partner does the same for him. Pillow forts, making sure each other's needs are met.

Yoongi - Acts of Service. Probably obvious for this character, but wants to feel needed or useful to his partner. Will do chores or simple favors unasked if he thinks it will ease her mind. Also a possessive streak to it, like he is demonstrating ability to take care of his partner. Gets very shy when his lover will do something for him without thinking, such as making his coffee the way he likes. Understanding each other's needs is huge for Yoongi, even if it's space to do their own things. Teaching each other new things. Sleeping together after a long day.

Hoseok - WORDS OF AFFIRMATION! Poor Foxy spent his youth feeling rejected by others and himself. His personality is vibrant and he used to use it as a shield, but hearing from his lover that they appreciate him for who he is has him melting. Loves verbal and physical support. As a partner himself, he's a cheerleader. Would do anything at all to support his partner in all of their hopes and dreams. Chatty chatty chatty, needs to be besties with lover and talk about every topic in the world! Witty banter is huge, too. Keeping things light. Getting weird together.

this next one was really hard because Namjoon's emotions are mysterious and then the whole mate for life wolf thing,,, walk with me

Namjoon - The heaviest dose of Physical Touch. Wolf Hybrid Namjoon's love language I'd say is mostly instinct-based. There's a whole side of him that craves to be physically close to only the one he loves in every way. So once he's in a relationship, he's all over her. This carries over to a strong "protective detail" as well. Constantly reaching out for her hand to hold. Sex is really big deal. Ends up being a total sucker for being hugged or receiving affection unprompted. The human side of him craves a deep intellectual connection but healthy balance of agree/disagree. Stargazing skin to skin.

Jimin - Acts of Service, but a side of Quality Time too. Jimin is like Yoongi, wanting to take things off of her plate. Jimin also loves when he is good at/enjoys tasks that perhaps his counterpart could greatly benefit from. Think the management of the stable and the construction of the garden. This bleeds into the Quality Time. While he is doing an act of service, he'd adore it if his partner simply sat with him and had a fun conversation. Really craves quiet alone time with the one he loves, especially in nature. Would love to be taken on a picnic and lounge in the sun with his love all day. True Romantic tbh

Taehyung - Words of Affirmation. Bear Hybrid Tae is all about trust. Trust is so precious to him that he'd benefit from consistent reminders, which boils down to keeping a certain privacy between one another. Think inside jokes or small secrets, for example. Loves praise (maybe for his photography but also appearance), and is very eager to dish it back out tenfold to the one he loves. Clingy as hell, and nothing makes him happier than skinship and cuddling he can be a bit crushing with the strength tho especially when his partner initiates it. Makes mixtapes. I will stress PRAISE again.

ok again hear me out for this one pleaseee Jeongguk is hard because he honestly is multi-lingual with the love languages!!! this is for brevity's sake though hehe

Jeongguk - Receiving Gifts AND Quality Time. "To be known is to be loved", Jeongguk spent his life on the run without personal effects. The thought of someone getting to know him enough to pick out a personalized gift for him really makes his head spin. Treats the smallest gesture from his partner- even a scrap envelope from a birthday card- as a treasure. Like Hoseok, craves friendship prior to romance, which he gets through Quality Time, hopefully through shared hobbies. Planning adventurous dates would be a lot of fun for him, likes to keep his partner exhilarated.

[mistydeyes]

Hi,if you’re not busy can you write a fic of Cod characters with a cia agent gf ?

yes ofc! yk i love a good little government agent gf moment :)

a double life

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summary: From hidden occupations to a particular set of skill sets, the 141 learns to adapt to having a girlfriend who has all the right qualifications (and who could completely kick their ass).

pairing: Task Force 141 x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of weapons/violence

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price

"Sorry I can't be there to meet you, Price," Laswell spoke over the web camera feed, "got tied up in South America." Price nodded as he held the bridge of his nose, Laswell had promised her best field agent to act as a point person for their mission in New Zealand. However, just the thought of some middle-aged retired veteran or worse yet, hot-shot rookie, made his headache pound even further. "She's a good one, Price," Laswell reassured, "skilled in practically every major language and the best marks in her physical fitness examination." "Yes Kate, I read her file, but it seems like you failed to include a photo-" He was interrupted by a sturdy knock at the door. "Looks like she's here."

As you cracked the door open, you practically dropped the files that sat in your arms. "What are you doing here?" Price asked jovially and you could feel the breath release from your sternum, "didn't expect an on-base visit like this." As the pieces began to fit together, you realized he didn't know what you were actually there for. "John, Kate sent me here," you whispered as you shut the door gently, "heard you're going to New Zealand." As the realization hit him like an oncoming train, you braced for impact. "You-you work for the CIA?" he asked almost foolishly and you nodded in response. "I did say I worked in Virginia," you corrected, "and you had to know my surprise visit yesterday wasn't just a spur-of-the-moment thing." Price could feel his headache reach a fever pitch as he reviewed your file again. "Then what's with the name?" he asked, "you lie about that too." You let out a laugh as you explained, "People have nicknames and mother's maiden names, John." As you sat back in your chair and crossed your legs, Price wondered what he had done for the universe to gift him you.

soap

Despite your initial reservations, Johnny was quite good at keeping your occupation vague and nonchalant in conversation. You were honest about your work in central intelligence and he took that secret to the grave. Your long-distance relationship was written off as you working in some company in DC and no one batted an eye at your occasional inference at military strategy or surveillance techniques. When you returned home, you would always be sure to show him extra appreciation for his covertness. "Tryna make me patriotic?" he would joke before you would kiss him and stifle his laughs.

However, he loved testing your skill set and seeing if you were as trained of an operative as your file read. "Let's see what they teach you over there, Bonnie," he joked as he lined up his sights at the air gun range. You refrained from kicking him as you stood back to watch him. You almost let out a laugh when you saw his small pellet ricochet just slightly off target. "Hmm and that's why Ghost is your long-range weapons specialist," you teased as he got up and switched positions. You breathed in as you looked down your sights and positioned your rifle towards the farthest target on the range. "You Americans, always so fucking cocky," he muttered under his breath before you quickly shut him up with a quick shot directly into the center of the target. The metal hen spun around widely at your expert marksmanship and you exhaled your held breath. You stood up and tried to size up your tall boyfriend. "Best 2/3?" you offered and you smiled as he kissed your forehead before ushering you out of the way to try again. "Fucking CIA training," he whispered as he got into position again. "You say something, you glorified sergeant?"

gaz

It was 4 am when you arose from the bed and leaned into Kyle, taking in his warmth and seeking refuge from the cold London air. You could always rely on your boyfriend to be your human-sized space heater. As you laid your head across his chest, you could feel him stir lightly. "Time to go already, love?" he asked with his eyes still closed and you muttered in confirmation. You always knew what challenges came with living so far away from the States but you had someone who made it all worth it. He kissed your forehead lightly as you rolled off the bed. You tried to quietly make your way to the bathroom to let him get some more hours of precious sleep but upon your return, it was clear Kyle was more awake than before.

"You sure you don't need me to drive you to the airport?" he offered yet again as you dressed quickly in dress slacks and a blouse. "MI6 is sending a car," you explained as you collected your overnight bag, "just try to get some sleep, my love. I'll text you when I land in Langley." Despite your soft kiss on the cheek, Kyle still pouted as you pulled away. "Don't understand why you can't be a liaison officer for us," he mumbled but you ruffled his hair slightly. "When the position becomes available, I'll be the first application on there," you smiled, doing a final check of your things, "just tell Price to write me a hell of a recommendation letter." With that, you shared another long kiss as you slightly cringed at his morning breath. "I'll be sure to say hi to the cybercrime analysis team for you, hopefully, they'll actually take my advice this time," you laughed before exiting out of your apartment and embracing the cold English air you had grown to love.

ghost

When the question arose of your occupation, you would always smile and defer to being just an "American government worker." However, you always knew Simon had more than just an inkling as to your occupation. When you spoke about military strategy, and combat techniques, or even had various conversations in different languages over the phone, it was clear to him that you were more than just a civilian. The shock didn't even resonate with him when you uttered the words, "Paramilitary Operations Officer," it all seemed to fall into place. He wouldn't bat an eye when it came to long stretches of days that you were in minimal contact with him. "I'll be back," you would reassure as you pulled on a dark hoodie and headed out the door with a bag. Simon would always be there to clean your wounds and ice your bruises.

It was a shock when Simon hadn't heard from you in a month. You had left in the middle of the day in a black Mercedes that disappeared off the English skyline. It was the unfortunate timing that he had been on leave when you left and there had been no word from Price regarding a new mission. Every morning, he would turn over in your king-sized bed expecting to see you smiling back at him. However, the days dragged on without any information meeting his ears. You could practically still picture his terrified face when you turned the key into the door and slammed your bag down. Simon paused upon seeing your blackened eye and wrapped knuckles. The eye bags on your delicate face further added worry to the situation. "Don't ask," you whispered as you fell into his chest, "intel was shit." That was all Simon needed to lift you gently and place you back on the couch. As he held you in his arms with an ice pack to your eye, you slightly pulled away from his touch. "I promised I would come back, didn't I?"

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Now playing || EVERYTHING by The Black Skirts

The Gentle Ache of Almost

or: Simon decides to join you on your trip back home unexpectedly falling into the soft claims of domesticity

It had been 2 days since you had decided to return to your hometown. And Simon fucking Riley decided to join you on your joyride. The flight back had been gruelling ,the 8 long hours giving you not only back problems ,but a wicked migraine aswell. The first step outside the airport felt like you have been thrown into a Time Machine.

The last time you had been here ,you were young just done with school and a whole world to see. Now 3 years later the grey concrete building outside the lavish airport still remained the same ,the air still cold the clouds still dark and the wind still howling. The early January sting stayed on your blushed cheeks as you took the same bus you had taken countless of times. Stepping up the language flowed from you easily, the routine memorised as if you had never left.

The apartment stayed the same aswell as you tuned your lock in the door opening the wooden barrier with a thud. The familiar smell hit you like a truck and the sight of your room pulled at your heartstrings. The ensemble of paper still stuck to your wall with the cheap tape you had gotten from the grocery store. The band posters in your closet with forgotten clothes from your previous self. The same books with marking and jotting of your every thought. “Nice room” Simon had said taking in a different part of you. At the base he had never known you like this, such deep parts of your souls and past.

The unexpected accompaniment from Simon still a mystery to you. Yet you had gone with it as you gazed upon not only just a room but your room.

Now two days later you both had settled in nicely. You would be lying if you said that there weren’t any tears shed on the first day quietly beneath the hot stream of the shower. Being back had taken a toll on you and Simon knew it, he would be lying if he wouldn’t admit that he had heard your sobs and asked himself the same question, of how he would act if he ever returned to his birthing place. Yet soon enough you had done the basics again, you both had gone grocery shopping having a free language lesson on the way teaching Simon the basics. Cleaned the apartment aswell as cooked your first meal.

You knew very well that your 18 year old self would go into cardiac arrest if she found out you came back 3 long years later, let alone with a guy where there was barely a friendship blooming. You had announced you would be coming back to your friends and now your phone was flooded with messages from close people you haven’t seen in long. Now you stood infront of Simon a person usually escaping social events and asking him to do exactly that.

“You want me to do what?” He blinked back suprised at you. Sitting on the black couch, which was definitely more worn than it should be he lounged back in sweatpants and a black T-shirt hugging his physique perfectly, the grey laptop perched on his lap questionable data displayed brightly on the display. “I just need you to attend a dinner with me.” You glanced back at him hope churning in your stomach.

When your friend Clara had spammed your phone about you having to meet her new fantastic as she put it boyfriend you had no other choice but to oblige, yet showing up alone was humiliating for reason which you didn’t want to go into detail to explain.

To your shock Simon agreed quite easily as-well. He uttered a simply sure before returning back to his task. He knew he had to go without his mask and knew he would have to leave the safety of your apartment. Yet your hometown was small, the few people were nothing compared to the big city he had grown up in. He had no problem sacrificing that part of himself to make you feel better. Counter to what you believed, he wanted to get to know you, know your past which shaped you into the person you became today. And what better place to start than where you grew up.

The two days had almost felt like months both of you already settling in a routine. You had given him a spare key and told him places he could go which were foreigner friendly. When he was home you both cooked together, ate together went shopping together, sat on the couch together, watched movies together basically everything. He still slept on the couch even though you had offered your bed. The tall man had refused opting for the uncomfortable leather wrapped sofa instead.

“You got a tux?” you questioned. A soft hum was all you needed as confirmation walking back to your room picking endlessly at the still there dresses. You weren’t sure if you’ll fit but right now that wasn’t the matter. Mentally preparing for the evening was.

After showering getting yourself cleaner than in the last days where you had marinated in ugly sweats and ripped t shirts you felt clean, pretty even if you would dare say. You glanced at the dress suprised at still the accurate fit the zipper though an apparent problem.

”Simon could you help me please.” you softly called out knowing he was occupying the bathroom since the last ten minutes. He hadn’t seen you the whole afternoon and as the sky slowly twisted into a stunning twilight he had wondered if you had perhaps left the house.

Upon hearing your call he held the hopeless task of taming his hair, the blonde locks had gotten slightly longer and he had never put much care to it since it usually stayed hidden behind the confines of his mask.

You stood infront of the long standing mirror in the corner of your room, pictures from 11.Grade still taped to the corners of the black metal lining the mirror in swungen design. Simon entered his tie resting unknotted on his white shirt as he looked up at you, his breath being knocked right out of his lungs.

You looked breathtaking. The dark red dress fell down gracefully to almost your ankles, your feet wore nice heels black in colour which made you a bit taller than you actually were, the silk material of your dress wove itself around your body getting slightly tighter around your waist, hugging the curve of your hips. The dress showed some cleavage modest to a point yet still enough to imagine the rest. You had left your hair in its natural state as it fell gracefully down your back your golden jewellery stood out against the dark Color the bracelets on your wrists clinging.

You moved your hair to the side to reveal an open zipper, the black lace of your bra slightly visible from under the part you had managed to close in your own. Taking a deep breath Simon walked over as his warm hands left hot traces on the skin it touched as he closed the zipper till the top. Softly you turned around facing him head on even with the heels he still towered over you by quite a lot your eyes fell to his open tie as you raised shaking hands to tie it for him.

“You look beautiful.” he whispered out without thinking. You blushed at the sudden compliment him noticing the slight flush you cheeks got “Thanks.” you mumbled back “You clean up pretty well yourself.” you added with a smile. A chuckle left his lips as he looked down at your own. “You nervous.” he asked gently noticing your shaking hands. “ A bit.” you murmured “Clara can be a bit much plus I haven’t seen her in long.” you explained. He simply nodded while you continued fumbling with his tie. “There.” you gave him a pat on his chest before asking him it was alright. He took a look in the mirror, indeed you had knotted it perfectly, the simple Windsor knot done so well he couldn’t have even compared. “Where’d you learn that?” he said turning to you. You shrugged your shoulders spritzing more of your intoxicating perfume on your wrists”Used to do it a lot for my father”.

Even though what you had said was barely a sentence Simon felt it was the most intimate thing you have ever said, especially since you never talked about your family and one would think you don’t have any. During work you never mentioned your parents, friends or any other relations despite how open cheerful and talkative you were, once one would think about how much they actually knew about you it was nothing.

You talked a lot but never revealed details about yourself. The crinkle of the key was heard as you came back Simon still gazing in the mirror”Okay enough staring at your face pretty boy we’re gonna be late.” you huffed turning around while shrugging a black coat on. The comment fazed him. You thought he was pretty ?

Taking the public transportation felt odd to Simon as you both stood there fully clad in formal dress wear inmidst tired looking people often throwing looks at you.Yet you stood there confident in your presence. You didn’t want to walk since it was “too cold” as you had put it but really you just weren’t ready to walk that long in your heels. As soon as you left the warmth of the stuffy tram the previous excuse seemed to fit just right. The cold wind nipped at your exposed face and you couldn’t help but tighten the shawl around your neck hoping for some sort of warmth.

In the distance you saw the restaurant the illuminated sign displaying proudly its name. From far you could already make out your friend. Sighing harshly you turned to Simon as you headed towards the entrance and also the woman and man”Brace yourself.” you whispered. Just then a high pitched squeak was heard as your name was screamed in delight, the woman waved excitedly. “You’re here!” she exclaimed loudly turning to hug you tightly. “How long has it been ,what 3 years?” she shakes her head in disbelief “God you’ve only gotten prettier.” she gushed. “Looking great as always love.” you smiled genuinely at her before embracing her in the hug.

Simon mustered the exchange with confused eyes he barely understood anything, you talking in your language. Taking in the woman who was yapping at you, she looked exactly as you had described. Standing a bit shorter than you with a silver dress that stood out like a sore thumb she looked just how you explained, someone who craved attention. The woman’s blonde hair fell straight over her shoulder and her heavy silver necklace stood out against her pale skin. You looked like the complete opposite standing next to her and Simon couldn’t help but notice that somehow you had gotten quieter listening actively to what she had to say.

Clara turned to the man behind her and pointed at him while saying something you obviously understanding as you shook his hand and smiled politely. Boyfriend Simon would’ve guessed that had him thinking of precisely how you had planned on introducing Simon. In a blink you had turned to Simon placing a hand in his arm “ This is Simon.” you said sweetly,”Simon this is my friend Clara and her boyfriend Max”. Clara’s eyes peaked in interest as she held out a hand “Nice to meet you.” she said her English heavily accented. “Let’s go in should we “ Max said, the first time talking for this evening. He was a rather short man, only a few inches taller than you yet he seemed nice. Simon tried to refrain from judging.

You rushed through the door first desperate to get out of the cold when Clara came up next to Simon. “You’re from Britain right, sorry for my bad English.” she laughed slightly. “No problem.” Simon recounterd politely. “So Simon you must be special.” she started as his questioning gaze deepened, she continued,”You’re the first boyfriend she’s introducing.” she said simply following your lead into the restaurant.

Something about that made his heart warm first, the fact that Clara thought he was your boyfriend, that he was worthy at all and second that he was the first, the first to sit down with your friends and talk in a couples way.

The dinner was gruesome Clara wouldn’t stop, talking at some point she even switched back to her more comfortable language ignoring the fact that Simon didn’t understand. You sat there not even a trace of boredom on your face as you listened for 3 hours straight to whatever she was talking about, patiently sipping your drink you nodded and ever so often chimed in. Simon on the other hand couldn’t hide the displease on his face. Clara’s boyfriend chose his phone as source of entertainment, while all Simon could do was angrily jab at the chocolate cake with too much sugar. After a while he slid it over to you softly patting your thigh in the process. The heath from his warm hand made you pause for a second as Simon hand never left and it didnt for the rest of the dinner.

Sadly, as Clara put it, the dinner had to come to an end because her boyfriend had underestimated the innocent looking fruit martinis and was now slurring his word and tripping over pure air. You and Simon both sober as a rock bid your farewells both smilingly tightly yet as soon as they were out of view the grin dropped. “I told you brace yourself.” was the first thing you said to him noticing his heavy sigh of relief. ”Yeah, but not actually brace yourself” he encountered. You just smiled before linking your arm around his. “Let’s go home my feet are killing me” “Want me to carry you” Simon questioned.

The question took you back as you laughed whole heartedly. ”Yeah sure.” you joked. Simon only shrugged before effortlessly picking you up bridal style holding you close to his chest. ”I didn’t actually mean it you brute put me down.” you shrieked the shock of being picked up nearly causing you a heat attack. Simon softly chucked alongside you as he put you down.

“So how do you know the chatter box”? He asked. You stifled a laugh at the nickname before thinking of what to say. You looked up at Simon, who was already looking at you expectantly. So you told him everything there was to know about Clara. Of how you met her in 5. Grade at the measal age of 11 both of you young and hopeful for a new school year in a new school and class. How she was the one who you ran to with boy issues and she the same. How you both once had a night in the living room during a class trip where the electricity had failed and you had climbed out of the window. “She’s not one of my closets friends.” you confessed. ”Yet we’ve been friends for so long she’s just always been there” you smiled”she’s great really even if she never shuts up” you grinned up at the sky the stars beautifully reacting the night sky. By time you had said a couple of word you had already started you full blown rant laughing and telling stories about your school life and Simon drunk of every single thing like a thrirsting man.

When you were done you both had reached home already, the gray concrete building seeming more welcoming than anything right now. Pushing the keys into the lock you opened the door, the warmth revealing in your body as you pushed off your coat Simon following your lead.

You both stood in the span of your kitchen as you asked him if he wanted tea, him simply nodding never turning down a cup of tea. Putting the dusty kettle on the stove you silently turned to Simon. “Do you know how to dance?” came his deep voice. It snapped you out of your day dream as you took in his question. He noticed your questioning face. ”You mentioned you took classes briefly could you teach me?” he looked at you rather gently. Your heart ached at the fact that he had remembered such a detail from the whole novel you had told him.

You nodded chuckling as you both stood in the dimly lit kitchen. “Put your hands here” you guided his hands to your hips as you placed yours on his shoulders, both of you swaying to the nonexistent music. You softly instructed him on where to put his legs and how to move his feet when you easily fell into a rhythm.

”You’re a natural.” you laughed.”very fast learner” you noted. “Only thanks to my great teacher” he added smoothly. You laughed laying your head on his chest now only swaying on the spot his own arms around your hips pulled you closer to him almost like a hug as you connected your arms behind his neck.

The whistle of the kettle brought you out of your dance as you smiled up at him, he returning it in the slightes yet you know it was a big thing to get even any kind of reaction out of him.

You gazed up into his kind eyes his rather beautiful eyes as if finally taking the time to appreciate their actual beauty. Simon overall was an attractive man you knew that, always did. With his strong and powerful build it contrasted stark against the soft and quiet personality you had gotten to know. “I should go change.” you broke the heated gaze averting your eye to the door and feeing yourself reach out of Simon’s warm embrace. He agreed returning to the bathroom to take a shower.

It was already quite late when you finished as you ventured into the living room fully assessing the couch it looked far too uncomfortable for Simon to sleep in. ”Everything okay” came his deep tone as he made you turn. You mustered him for a second. “Do you wanna sleep in the bed” you blurted out. “It’s just the sofa is really bad for your back and looks absolutely horrible to sleep in god you must not be sleeping I’m so sorry-“ Simon stopped your nervous rambling my placing his hands in you shoulders “Hey is that okay with you ,I mean me sleeping next to you?” he asked sincerely. You nodded.” Words darling “ he mused. “Yeah it’s okay.” you breathed out. “Then let’s go I’m bloody tired” he said softly.

You merely nodded tiredness clouding your body aswell. Slipping in under the warm covers felt welcoming after a long evening of walking your exhausted body sprawled onto the mattress before softly turning.

You held your breath almost waiting for Simon to slip him. You heard him take off his shirt before chugging it inside corner getting into the bed with a groan and pushing himself under the covers. You turned to him stopping shortly realising exactly how close you both actually were. “Goodnight Simon” you whispers. “G’night love” he smiled before reaching over and softly placing a kiss on your hair. The action was so innocent so small yet it left you giddy as butterflies erupted in your stomach.

You turned away from him to hide your smile not knowing he knew exactly how big your grin was under the blanket. He gently pulled you into his warm chest, spooning you the warmth radiated off of him as he softly brushed his hand through your hair. The last things you remembered as you soundly drifted off.

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Hello and I hope you’re doing great. Can you do some headcanons for Kidd, Doflamingo, Law, Sanji and Zoro having their nails painted by their s/o ? Like if they would accept or not and how they would act. I hope my request is okay and comprehensible, English isn’t my first language :) Thx!!

☆Kid, Doflamingo, Law, Sanji & Zoro having their nails painted by their s/o 

Hello anon! Don't worry, it was perfectly understandable and English isn't my first language as well, so everything is fine ♡ Tysm for your request, it was a fun one! Hope it will match your expectations ☆

CW : g/n reader, funny, fluff, kid is an idiot but I love him, really but really slight n/sfw for Doflamingo, a bit of n/sfw at the end for Kid, word "blood" used for Kid, cursing on Kid and Zoro part, French used on Sanji part because I love when Sanji talks in French ugh. 

WC : around 1,890

Kid

Have you seen him? Always with a manicure on top.  

Kid is a punk, of course he likes having his nails all done, especially in a beautiful red color, like the blood of his enemies. But he is no longer capable of doing his own nails after losing his arm. He frequently asks Killer, but this time you must handle this daunting task. So good luck.

Beware, Kid is a freak with his nails. He has all the necessary tools for a flawless manicure. So first thing first, you have to use a cuticle pusher. Go ahead, he's closely watching. Do not dare mess with his nails, being a punk is a whole lifestyle and his nails and make-up have to be perfect, otherwise he's pissed off for the entire day. 

You must also use the nail file. He will be furious if some nails are not cut well or are not the same length. His hand needs to be perfect for doing some angry punk stuff.

"Oh, Y/N, what the fuck are you doing? Don't put the color first; use the base. Don't you know nothing about nail art?"

Heavy sighs. His feet stomped. Sigh again. He just can't stay still for more than 5 minutes straight. 

He would probably snarl at you and closely watch what you're doing with his hand. Don't dare put polish on his fingers, or you'll have to clean it. 

Fidgeting the whole damn time, he's becoming increasingly annoyed. He's so impatient. Would  end up laying on the table, head against the wood, with his hand on yours, sighing and growling stuff like "you're really shit at this" and "hmpf, y/n, don't use multiple layers, it makes some ugly relief, do I really have to teach you everything?". 

Yes, he's a beauty influencer with his nails and makeup. 

"I could do better, even with my prosthesis hand."

He stares at you impatiently all the time.

He's feeling low-key annoyed because he used to do his nails himself, but now he has to depend on Killer or you. 

"Ugh, y/n, use the top coat. Don't you know nothing about nail art?"

The angry red tulip would probably say, 'ugh, you and Killer are so slow' and 'don't let the bottle open, nail polish is expensive'. 

He is cheeky because he stole all of his make-up and manicure supplies. 

Once everything is done, he would take a close look at your work and eventually growl, 'Yeah, I guess it will work'. 

In fact, he's thanking you. In return, he offers a flawless manicure for you, and he excels at it even with just one hand. He deserves praise because his work is mesmerizing, right? Right? RIGHT?

NSFW bonus: And later in the bedroom, I guess Kid would be the kind of guy to wrap his manicured hand around your neck, like "what a beautiful collar you got there" while he slides his cock in and out of you.

Doflamingo

As soon as he heard your request, he gave an evil smile. You want to paint his nails? Fine, go ahead. But, do you really believe that someone as manipulative as him would say yes without having an idea in mind? You fool.

He would act all innocent, just nodding and letting you grab all your stuff. 

Either paint his nails pink or leave them alone. 

Watching your small hand in his would be a delight for him. He thinks it makes you adorable. 

You're feeling nervous because he's closely watching you through his glasses. Even more when his grin pops out again. "So, if you overflow, you know I'll have to punish you?" He smirks, staying still as you frown. Oh, you're not really afraid. Doflamingo punishments are... something, to be honest. But you want to do his nails perfectly, so now you're even more focused.

Doflamingo would take note of how often you frown and concentrate on his nails. Your work is truly perfect. The pink matches his coat perfectly. But he's a bit angry because he intends to have fun with you. 

He would use his devil fruit in a sneaky way to make you fail. Something really small, but enough to make your finger slip and miss the spot. 

"Y/N, you were so close, it's a shame. My nails are now completely ruined. Do you want me to look foolish in front of others? I have to teach you some manners... you little brat..."

Let's assume that you are okay with being punished more frequently.

Law

"Y/N-ya, one day, I'll study your brain" 

A lot of mumbles. Why do you feel the need to paint his nails? He is too busy and stressed to dedicate time to this. He is always planning mischief or taking care of his patients. Why would he sit and stay still while you're painting his poor nails? Leave him alone.

Wet puppy eyes would make him sigh heavily. "Fine."

Of course, black polish. 

He may be annoyed, but he's also a teaser, so he might try to cause you trouble just to see you shake and miss your mark. 

He would secretly enjoy this intimate moment with you. The warmth of your hand, your satisfied smile, and how focused you are on your task. You’re just so beautiful and attractive.

"What's top coat? You forgot it in the bedroom? Room, shambles. Here's the topcoat."

He would try to make the moment last longer, like slightly moving so you have to stop from time to time and wait for him to stay still again.

After it's finished, he would pay close attention. "Nice job." 

Fortunately, he's intelligent enough to wait until the polish is completely dry before touching it. To be honest, he is pleased with the outcome. The black color matches his tattoo, and it's a small present from you. When he's alone and working late, he would look lovingly at his nails, thinking about you. He has a soft spot, but he hates showing it in front of you. He hates showing his weakness. Even if he trusts you, a part of him is traumatized and doesn't want to show that he's just a normal human with failures and weaknesses. 

Low-key trying to keep his manicure as long as possible, trying to use his hands less often than usual, refusing to cook, etc., and he's kind of sad when it starts to flake.

Zoro 

Poor marimo is totally confused. Like… painting his nails? What does it mean? His nails are too narrow to be painted on. Does his body resemble a canvas? Are you actually talking about a manicure? Oh. Anyway… Why him? Come on, he's really annoyed.

He's a serious guy, so why does he have his nails painted? "Do you really hate me so much to ask such a stupid thing?"

"Lemme sleep, y/n, I don't have time for your shit. Luffy would love this shitty idea, just ask him."

A lot of mumbles. He finds it absurd. Do swordsmen use painted nails to fight? Of course not. And Sanji would laugh at him. Ugh, no way. But well, you know Zoro, he would end up accepting because he wants to make you happy. 

Totally dead serious and annoyed as you're locked in your room. 

"What, you want to paint a cactus? Ugh, go ahead, I'm already way too involved in this mess."

As you begin to paint his nails, there will be a lot of mumbling. 

But at least he's totally still and just watching with a neutral face, except when there's a slight blush on his cheeks. He can't handle how adorable you are when you're focused. But he can't handle how stupid he looks with some random cactus on his nails? As a swordsman, he's not as sophisticated as the cook with twirly eyebrows. 

"Have you done?" All the cinq minutes with an annoyed tone. 

It’s obvious that he would end up sleeping. He's tired and it's taking a lot of time. After finishing his nails, you have to wake him up. After a lot of yawns, he would look at his nails, sigh, and then shrug. "Happy now?" 

And as you nod with a cute smile on his face, he gets all embarrassed again. 

You'll have to make it later since he has given you a big favor and now you have to return it. 

He would be very serious in front of the crew. But mad if the goddamn cook starts to make fun of him. "At least, I'm not a single" 

Poor Sanji.

Zoro values hard work and practice. He would notice that you took a lot of time to draw all the cactuses. Until the drawing fades, he will keep the nails.

Sanji 

Sanji is a lover of love. If he can do anything for his s/o, then he's the happiest man in the whole universe. But when it comes to his hands, he's always a bit nervous. He takes great care of his hands, always doing self-care to keep them smooth and perfect. His nails are always properly cut and finished. 

"Mon amour, je ne sais pas si c'est une bonne idée" (my love, I don't know if it's a good idea) 

He really wants to please you, but he's concerned about hurting his hands or possibly contaminating the food while cooking. Reassure him and he'll accept. He's a kind and gentle lover who wants to make you smile no matter what. 

Sanji has a sense of style, so he'll request something that matches his attire. Or maybe the color of your eyes, as a small reminder of your mesmerizing beauty? You have the option to choose between two ideas, and he trusts you with the outcome. 

He would gaze at you with eyes full of admiration and love, always giving you praise. "Y/N, it's beautiful, je suis si fier de toi" (I'm so proud of you)" 

Honestly the best: he stays still, doesn't move his hands or touch the polish while it's drying. Really patient. Heart pounding really fast every time he crosses your gaze. Damn, he loves  spending time with you so much.

Once it's all done, he's a bit sad because he wishes it could be last for a whole eternity. He would cherish his manicure and show it proudly to all the crew. And, as a reward and a thank you for the beautiful job, of course, he'll thank you with a good meal, a great drink, a lot of hugs and a sweet kiss. 

"Merci, mon amour" (Thank you my love)

While he's cooking, he absolutely loves watching his nails, always laughing quietly with the memory of his lovely moment rooted in his soul. 

When the manicure disappears, he would take it off while sobbing the entire time, because he's sad. 

Can you re-paint my nails, Y/N? 

The sweetest ♡

[felagund-the-valiant]

Hobbies they like to share with you (Maedhros, Caranthir, Fingon, Turgon)

A/N: haven’t been on tumblr in a hot minute, damn. I come semi-back presenting you some hcs!

Maedhros: strategy games

Maedhros is an excellent strategist, and he greatly enjoys games that challenge this skill. Board games or card games, either is fine with him.

Unconquered chess grandmaster of Arda.

He’s a gracious winner and would never dream of making you feel bad for losing. Instead, he’ll try to encourage you, so you keep up your motivation.

He has patience for days (perks of being the oldest of a dozen grandchildren) and nothing can make him lose focus. Good luck trying to distract him.

Has zero tolerance for cheating and is quite perceptive, so he’ll call you out at the slightest suspicion.

Since he’s good at reading others’ expressions and body language, he’ll quickly notice if you’re becoming stressed or impatient and will offer to take a break, if necessary.

His unending patience makes him a great teacher and he’s more than happy to share his strategic knowledge with you. Maybe afterwards you’ll have a chance of actually winning. If he lets you.

Caranthir: cross stitching

Caranthir seems to have inherited his grandmother’s talent when it comes to all things sewing.

It’s a good meditative method to clear his head and it’s his go-to activity after a lot of stress.

Often incorporates elements of Míriel’s designs into his work, as a way of honouring her memory.

Since cross stitching is quite easy to learn, he won’t hesitate to invite you to join him. He’ll draw you in with motives like your favourite flowers or animals and once you’ve gotten the hang of it, the two of you have a lot of fun coming up with designs together.

He enjoys the companionable silence cross stitching together can bring. Sometimes the two of you sit together for hours not speaking a single word and it’s never awkward.

Fingon: cooking

Fingon is a damn good cook and proud of it.

He was prone to starting food fights during cooking when he was young, but his parents scolded that habit out of him very quickly, teaching him instead to not be wasteful.

As a result, he can somehow still make five-star meals out of leftovers.

Even if you’re not a good cook yourself, he’s somehow able to enlist your help in a way that makes you feel productive and helpful. Leave the fine measurements to him, you just worry about the basics like chopping ingredients.

Loves trying out different cuisines. One of his early methods of befriending the Sindar was exchanging recipes. Sometimes it’s that simple.

Very enthusiastic about taste testing. If you have kids, he’ll definitely make them participate to hone their palate early on. You best believe his children are going to be the best cooks in the west.

Turgon: miniature city building

If there’s one thing that fascinates Turgon, it’s tasks that require a lot of meticulous planning and fine details.

He’s fascinated by architecture and incorporates many different styles into his projects.

Is Gondolin really based on Tirion or is it one of the cities he designed back in Valinor? Only he knows the answer.

Once the cities are done, you better don’t touch them! Little Aredhel once thought they were toys and played out a “historically accurate reenactment” of an early Elven settlement getting raided by orcs … she hasn’t been allowed in Turgon’s workshop ever since.

Like Caranthir, he’s a big fan of companionable silence, though in his case it might not necessarily be intentional. He’ll invite you over to work on a project together, thinking it’s a great way to talk to you more and get to know you better, only to end up so deep in the zone you’ll have to do most of the talking.

His workshop is his little hideaway from the outside world and letting you in shows how much he trusts you. Doesn’t matter if you’re not gifted at fine motor tasks and can’t really help him, your presence is more than enough for him.

[moonsaver]

Veritas Ratio is so illiterate when it comes to love languages.

And as such, he makes it a mission to understand it, through a bit of loosely held experiments and documentation for his private analysis.

1. Acts of service.

It is said a person may showcase their affection or romantic interest in a person by offering services, or by doing menial tasks that may help the object of their affections.

It is not a surprise when Dr. Ratio "helps" you lug back an entire shelf's worth of books, after he offers to pick out a few based on the current topic you've decided to study. The pile behind him grew larger as his fingers tipped and pulled every book off of the shelf effortlessly, as you stood, mouth agape, helplessly observing the pile grow immensely large to your dismay.

He clicks his tongue, and sighs when you stand there, confused and unsure of how to carry these books all at once. He picks the pile up, his arm muscles slightly pulling and tensing with the weight, as he continues walking forward, droning on about the books he's picked out for you, the authors, their contributions, etc.. as you trail behind him, bewildered.

[End of experiment #01. Success.]

[Dr. Ratio, for once, has made the effort to.. listen to you, and repaired a fountain ink pen you'd previously complained about having broken. He had to scold you on your lack of awareness of things, and then decided to take matters into his own hands. The cracked fountain pen has been repaired well, and the ink runs smoothly. He scoffs and asks if you'll do better on the upcoming test he has for you,now that he's repaired it and given it back. You return a reponse with a smile. Dr. Ratio crosses out the paragraph with one strike after the last sentence describing the upward curve of your mouth.]

2. Physical contact.

A person may, with consent from the other party, display their affections through physical contact with one another.

Dr. Ratio seems a bit stumped, his mind simmering at the ways he could initiate such contact with you. Perhaps the pressing of his shoulder into yours as he explains a problem at hand counts? Or the continuous touching of the sides of your knees with his? This is unfamiliar territory.

[End of experiment #02. Failure. Next Experiment shall begin shortly.]

[Dr. Ratio seems particularly troubled. A pat on your head is too childish. A good shoulder squeeze is too professional – goodness, he's not that uptight. Perhaps holding your hand shall suffice as he guides you through a 3d simulation? His alabastor head is on as he contemplates on the idea.]

3. Quality time

A person may offer their affections through the time they share with their romantic interest. This is a branched term, as other languages such as Parallel play fall under this category, as Dr. Ratio presumes.

For once, Dr. Ratio stays put, choosing to stay for longer, sometimes hours, helping you understand and learn a topic from start to finish. He explains a book in great detail, going paragraph to paragraph, and teaches you in any way you want to be taught. For once, his racing mind comes to an abrupt slowdown, as he's forced to sit down with you and help you with.. what he considers are problems so easy a toddler could do it with their eyes closed. But.. do ask him, if you have doubts. He's willing to offer up his free time if he must, as long as it's you he has to begrudgingly explain a concept to. And for someone like him, time is valuable.

He considers time spent with you more valuable.

[End of experiment #03. Progressive success.]

[He stays quiet, deep in his thoughts as you sigh, taking a well-needed break. You chirp up with a question, and he answers without breaking his daze. Back and forth exchanges turn into pleasant conversation, and a laugh soon spills gracefully from your chest. Dr. Ratio's face seems to be still, however, his heart beat may have sputtered for a moment to the exact rhythm of your laughter.]

4. Receiving and Giving gifts.

A person may either receive or lend trinkets, assortments, and items of various degrees of sentimentality to another individual in order to display affection.

Tricky. But nothing in Dr. Ratio's eyes.

He has you analyze curios thoroughly, study them under his supervision with all necessary safety protocols and procedures, as you awe at the glow of it. A part of him wonders if it'll make a significant academic gift..? He shakes his head, and the thought is banished immediately. He will not entertain the idea of even giving you something like that. Studying it from a distance should suffice for you.

As for the gift.. it's hard to say. At the end, he decides to ask you directly if you've been saving up for a specific item that you haven't been able to get your hands on.

[End of Experiment #04. Partial failure.]

[Dr. Ratio sighs, thinking over the exact words he would use to address the issue at hand. However.. he should be able to solve this problem quite quickly if he simply scanned your daily wardrobe. If he wasn't so distracted by the curl of your mouth, that dumb joke you kept interrupting with your own laughter, and the stupid questions you'd always distract him with.. goodness. Shall he just get you a hair-piece that matches his?]

5. Words of Affirmation.

An individual may express their intimate feelings through a plethora of words that appropriately convey their depth towards their interested person.

Perhaps this one was the hardest, or easiest for Dr. Ratio. He hadn't realised he'd done it in the first place, having to delay his documentation for the purpose of suspending such activities in order to help you push past a few particularly difficult tests. He may need to continue it's suspension, as unfortunate it is.

[Experiment #05 – in suspension. Yet to conclude.]

[Dr. Ratio scans through your answers, a culmination of your hard work and brain-wracking that seems to have polished your wits throughout the span of his rigorous course. He sighs, and sets down the paper on the desk, looking at you directly with a smile on his face. You look at him expectantly. Well done – 10 points. Your tense face relaxes and breaks into a bright smile. So does his.]

[starlightdreaming]

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel!

Content Warning: Angst! (neglect, arguments and No comfort(?)) yeah no lol. and LONG chapter also, your name is Luna (for the plot) at first but it goes to Y/n on like the next chapter (trust)

Synopsis: You were Lucifers best friend! You were stuck together like glue until someone else came along…

Further note: I’d like to ramble on how excited i am to release this series I have like 66 pages written down in a notebook and it’s still going! this is also my first attempt at trying to ACTUALLY write something and angst specifically! so bare with me if its not good (i tried my best) Also this series is going to be called LuluLuna! I HOPE YOU ENJOYY!! :> - ✨Lolo💫

Chapters!: Chapter 1 (you are here) •<•)b ✧ Chapter 2 ✧ Chapter 3 ✧ Chapter 4 ✧ Chapter 5

(to further improve reading I recommend listening to Øneheart! (It helped me write this))

｡･:*:･ﾟMy Luna･ﾟ:｡*:･｡

To you, he was the sun.

He had always had a smile on his face, his demeanor was always so bright and he was so full of hope and dreams.

He was such a troublemaker and that’s why you exist.

from the cosmic and star dust, a little bit of the universe was made and into the Heavens, a new being was formed, you are the first and the last of your kind, it was an accidental creation they had made while creating the universe and they tried making more after such beauty you withheld, They decided to call you ‘Luna.’ Named after the moon, because you came along after they created the moon. After many failed attempts to try and make more of your kind, they gave up and moved on, focusing more on their project of creating life.

Not knowing what to do with you, they left you with the wild child of Heaven, Lucifer. After training and teaching you the ways and laws of Heaven, they tasked you to watch over and take care of Lucifer.

Lucifer was light in your eyes, he showed you all his bright ideas and dreams, his beliefs and creations, it was all so amazing to you but was also too much as your little mind couldn’t wrap much around his ideals, it was a little overwhelming to you.

“this one is named quackers! he was my first ever duck I had ever made,” He says, showing you a duck that looks a little.. unique, “So, y’know he looks a little ehhh, uhhh… deformed- but! I promise they get a LOT better.” he smiles, giving you the duck to hold as he digs in his room full of ducks in containers and chests, you just stared at the duck before squeezing it slightly as it quacks that didn’t sound like it what it should have but it made you smile nonetheless!

“So!” Lucifer says, jumping out of his duck pile, showing you his next duck, “After him, we have count ‘quack’ula or should I say, ‘qount’ ‘quack’ula,” Lucifer puns, making you giggle a little, “I made him based off my idea of a holiday called ‘Halloween!’ and I was hoping maybe they could add that in the universe of creation they’re making!” he rambles, you looked at him with your starry eyes as you listened, not a thought behind your big ol’ eyes.

“Can I maek one?” you asked, stumbling on your new language that you were trying to adjust to, “Of course! i’ll show you!” He smiled, using his alluring magic to help you begin.

all throughout both your childhood, you had both grown together and were always together through thick and thin, when he was in trouble, you were always there by his side, when he got into arguments, you were always there to comfort him and when he was in the dark, you were always there to light his way. His dreams were always seen as dangerous but to you, you thought that was what made they them more beautiful, a splash of color on a blank slate, when no one believed in his dreams, you did. Eventually, one thing led to another, his dreams were now yours too, you added onto his dreams, setting the flame all the more significantly bigger.

in your teenage years, your friendship grew into something more… you couldn’t place your finger on it but whenever you were together it all just felt… right. When you both smile at each other, there’s just something in the air that just couldn’t be explained, it was so full and warm, a fuzzy feeling that you craved more when you both held hands in the garden you both had spent time together in everything you both did. There was a tree you both napped together under, full of stars and ducks you and Lucifer had both made over the years, created for birthdays and events of such that had taken place in Heaven, even apology gifts from when you both have argued and bickers over small nontrivial matters that were long in the past.

You both had done everything you could together as kids up to your age as a young adult, centuries or eons, you never grew apart, you both were stuck to each other like glue. Now when you both brushed fingers under that same tree, admiring the scenery and the wind that rustled the leaves in the bushes and trees, you looked at each other and there was just something in both your eyes that only you both could see, you both looked away from each other, turning slightly red, there was a feeling in your stomach, like butterflies. You didn’t know what that feeling was but he did, he knew what he was feeling and he knew what he had to do.

You both shared touches and hugs that seemingly got more clingier, more intimate, that sparkle in your eyes that you both shared together made you feel so fuzzy and light, you were overwhelmed with feelings you couldn’t understand until one day by yourself, you saw into a distance, a couple sharing the same things you had with Lucifer, hand holding and close cuddles, after watching them for a while, they shared a kiss, ‘but kisses are only shared with lovers?’ you thought and that was your ticket, you were in love with Lucifer. That further proved itself when you thought of brushing your lips against his own, your face turning completely red as you scrambled and flew away to the garden. The Garden of Eden.

“Lucifer? Lucifer!” You called out to him, wanting to tell him what you had discovered from within your own heart. “I’m over here Luna!” He answered as he waved to you, signaling for you to come over, you flew towards him and landed gracefully on your feet, “Luci, I have something to tell you-“ you say brightly before being cut off, “Just wait- I have someone you should meet!” Lucifer says before he gestures a woman to come out from hiding behind a tree, her beauty was graceful and perfect, “Oh, hello.” You say more calmly. Lucifer smiled to you, “This is Lilith,” He says as he reaches his hand out for her to take, and she did, “She’s the first woman on Earth!” He says as she waves to you, you waving back with a warm smile. “The first woman?” you ask, “meaning that they finally began divine creations on Earth??” you smiled in excitement, Lucifer nodded, still holding her hand in his, “It’s so nice to meet you Lilith, my name is Luna!” You jumped as you shook her hand enthusiastically as she smiled at you awkwardly. You completely forgot about your confession when it came to meeting a new person.

You three spent so much time together, as a trio, you were more of the energetic part of the group, Lilith the calm one and Lucifer as the air-head. It was amazing at first, to finally have a new person to share interests and ideas with, you all shared laughs together under that same tree you and Lucifer had grown with, showing Lilith your stellar abilities, making stars and sentient ones too, they all danced around you as you watch Lilith’s smile grow in awe, Lucifer also showing his ideas and dreams in which you and Lucifer grew up fully believing in, Lilith now joining the same boat as you both, you all laid on the grass as you looked at the starry night sky, pointing at constellations and lining them up for Lucifer and Lilith to see them better, You all fell asleep together under that oak tree of memories.

You awaken to see both Lucifer and Lilith were gone, you got up to find them as they giggled and laughed in a distance, you yawn and rubbed your eye, “Good morning.” you say with a groggy smile, Lucifer and Lilith were leaning towards each other before facing you, “Good morning, Luna.” Lucifer says with a smile before facing Lilith again, ‘huh, usually he says mornings with hugs,’ you thought but you shrugged it off as you joined them.

Today.. was different. Usually as the three, they included you in everything but lately, you felt like you were being excluded, when you walked from place to place, Lucifer would take you by the hand but instead of you, it was Lilith, it made you feel a pit in your stomach, not one that was pleasant at all, you were always trying to catch up to them as they ran together, watching animals from the distance and giggling together, they were sharing whispers and always ignored you when you tried talking to them in your usual energetic mood, this kept happening more and more often as you felt more and more of a burden than a friend. ‘What happened to never growing apart?’ You thought as you leaned on the oak tree that held so many memories. You looked up to see Lucifer holding Lilith as he flew in the air, throwing her up gently and catching her gracefully with adoration in his eyes, the same eyes he used to look at you with, you sigh as you watch, losing motivation to try and follow along anymore, you hugged yourself as you looked at your surroundings, the tree was surrounded with stars you made and the ducks Lucifer made, now growing with flowers that blossomed pure white lilies.

Whenever you tried to invite Lucifer to hangout, he would at first but then the entire time he would just talk about Lilith, asking if she’d like this or whatnot but sooner comes to later when you would invite him to hangout and make more silly ducks with you, he declined, he actually declined for once and that- bothered you. You were dumbfounded but you got your answer when, “I’m hanging out with Lilith today.” He says with a smile before waving you off and flying away, it was always her, he chose her and never you anymore and that made you so upset, it filled you with spite and envy but, none of that mattered since you smiled at your birthday coming around the corner, he would definitely have his attention on you then! the thought made you smile as you awaited the day, sitting under the oak tree, seeing it grow more with vines and lilies, your stars seemed to have fallen on the ground as you saw the ducks were placed on the vines, your smile falling again, you didn’t bother to pick then up as you sat alone under the tree once again, waiting for the days to come and go.

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You jumped out of bed after your alarm had went off, you were so excited you accidentally threw your alarm out the window, no one knows why you did that so don’t ask. Today was the day! It was your birthday but more importantly, Lucifer would finally spend time with you! You tidied yourself up with a smile plastered on your face before leaving your home, you waved and smiled at other people down the streets of Heaven, flying to the bakery to get you a cake you were eagerly waiting to share with Luci, after you had gotten everything you needed, you warped to the oak tree, setting down a picnic, hoping he would be away from Lilith for once, when you finished your set up, you could hear Luci and Lilith approaching with laughter, you turned to see them as Lucifer turned from looking at Lilith to see you, “woah is this for us?” Lucifer questioned before walking up to you, Lilith following, “yes, it’s for-“ you say trying to point out it was your birthday, “This is awesome Luna! Hey, wait! Lilith, have you ever tried cake?” He says, ignoring what you were trying to say, “oh..” you say rather quietly, thinking for a moment, ‘did he forget what was today..?’

When you pulled out the cake, he took it from you, you looked up to see neither of then facing you, you felt hurt from his actions but it looked like he didn’t seem to bother or care, you sat quietly as you watched him open the box, giving Lilith a piece of the cake to feed her with a spoon he used his ability to make it appear, you watched her eat it with a joyous smile as he spoke to her with such brightness, you couldn’t bare to watch this anymore, you snapped after you saw the sparkle in his eyes that showed so much love toward her, you stood up angrily with your wings stretched out, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You cursed at him as they both looked at you with shock, “Do you even know what today is?” you say more saddened and hurt after he gave you a confused look, “uh, no? why?” Lucifer said, tilting his head, looking at you like you were going crazy.

“You’re so!- You’re such a-!” you stumbled upon words as you basked in anger, before flying away- away from both of them, crying your way back home, “Luna wait!” he shouted to you but hesitated to catch up to you because of Lilith.

Usually when you flew away from him after an argument or small bicker, he would have caught up to you and held you close but seeing as he didn’t for once, it showed how much he didn’t love you anymore, you cried as you hugged yourself that night, leaning against your door, the hurt you bottled up pouring and crashing out of you like the high tides of the oceans you had seen before on Earth.

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You awoke late in the night, your eyes felt heavy as you sat up. You looked at your surroundings and tried to process where you were, you cried yourself to sleep on the floor… on your door. that’s new.

Seeing that it was dark, meaning that you had slept the day away, Lucifer didn’t even try to come over and see if you’re okay and that hurt. You felt so lonely and neglected you just couldn’t stand it anymore, so if he wasn’t going to go to you, then you were going to go to him, you were going to make yourself feel seen.

You got up, not even bothering to tidy yourself, you immediately warped to the garden, at the oak tree and too be expected, they were there together, smiling and ogling one another, it made you sick at this point, when saw the empty box that used to be where the cake once was, you felt rage rile up within you, THIS was supposed to be YOUR day and once again, she took it away.

“So, did you talk to your friend? is she okay?” Lilith asked, “I didn’t talk to her, this happens all the time, she will be okay, she’ll be back tomorrow,” Lucifer waved the topic off, “I’ll apologize tomorrow, i’m just letting her cool off.” He says while you stood in the distance, listening to him as you wallowed in anger the more he spoke, you walked up to both him and Lilith, “Lucifer,” You say in a upset tone, “We need to talk,” you say standing in front of him, “now.” You finished while crossing your arms as he started blankly at you, “Of course, what is it?” He asks, standing up, trying to gesture his hand to help Lilith up but you slapped his hand away, glaring at him, “Alone.” You incensed, walking away to a distance.

Lucifer looked at Lilith as she nodded in understanding, letting Lucifer follow you to a far distance, after you were far enough, you turned to him with your arms crossed again, “Could you tell me what’s wrong, Luna?” Lucifer asked before you could say anything, “I’ll tell you what’s wrong,” You spoke rather aggressively, “Today was supposed to be about me! It was supposed to MY day!” “How is today yours? you don’t have any day unless- ohhh.” Lucifer trailed off, realizing it was none other than your birthday, “Luna, I-“ He tries to speak again, “Shut it,” You say unenthusiastically, “Ever since we met Lilith, it’s all been about her! you forgot about me! do I not matter to you anymore?” You rambled, “Guess so cause you didn’t even bother to remember my birthday,” you say as you waved your hands in the air, “and on top of that, you ate my fucking cake! in front of me!? great job Lucifer, you’re the universe’s greatest friend!” You snarked, gritting your teeth.

Lucifer, who had felt pity at first, began to feel upset as well, “Well, sorry,” he waved his hands back at you sarcastically, “maybe you should have told me, Instead of being such an attention seeker.” Lucifer imputed, “Attention seeker?!” You shouted fully offended, “Ever since that Lilith bitch came along, you threw me to the side! Sorry I wanted to see my friend for one fucking day, specifically- My Birthday!” You fumed. Lucifer was angry, rolling his eyes, “First of all Lilith isn’t the bitch, YOU are being a bitch right now,” He shouted, pointing at you as your face flashed from hurt to more anger, “and besides, birthdays aren’t even special,” he said crossing his arms, “So get over yourself.” He finished before beginning to walking away, “So you’re walking away just like that?!” You laughed in pain, seeing that he wasn’t going to bother fixing the problem, “What’s next? you never see me again?” You taunted.

“Maybe I don’t want to!” Lucifer turned to you angrily, taking your words rather personally, “All you have ever been was just a fucking nuisance on my back,” he snarled, pointing angelic spears at you as he marched toward you, “so why don’t you go and fucking disappear yeah? save us both the trouble.” He says behind blinded rage, “Lilith has and will always be better than you.” he finished, adding the finishing touch to your broken heart, you looked at him with tears in your eyes, making him lose his aggressive demeanor, “Hey.. I didn’t mean that-“ he tried to explain but you pushed him down as you flew away quickly before he could process, “Luna wait! I’m sorry!” he now quickly tried to apologize, chasing after you.

‘Since it seems you meant nothing, guess that means all the memories you shared were meant nothing right? so what happens if it just all… burned. What would happen if it was all just gone??’ You thought in blind rage, flying towards the oak tree, seeing Lilith there, you pushed Lilith away from the tree, not wanting her to get her from the biggest mistake you were ever going to make, with little to no power, you used your power and blasted the tree to bits, smiling slightly with tears, all the memories and flowers, scattered everywhere, broken or burned.

“Luna! what the fuck is wrong with you?” Lucifer shouted, tending to Lilith’s aid, making sure she wasn’t hurt. “What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck do you think? If I don’t matter to you, then why bother having this?!” You pointed to the destroyed tree, “I did you a favor, say goodbye to our friendship you pathetic bastard!” You shouted, not caring Lilith was listening, Lucifer picked up Lilith before facing you, “Good, I never wanted you as a fucking friend anyway, you were only ordered to.” Lucifer stated before marching toward you, “I never want to see you again,” He snapped, “And I fucking mean it.” He says as he looked at you with pure hatred in his eyes, the eyes that used to hold so much love and adoration for you, turned into spite and detestation, his eyes made you at a loss from all the built up anger, seeing that you destroyed everything behind blind rage, you cowered in guilt but that didn’t stop Lucifer from pushing you down, “disappear from my sight, Luna.” He glared at you one last time before walking away, leaving you alone with you, yourself and the mistake you had made.

Lucifer picked up Lilith, not even batting a second glance, all you wanted was for him to look your way, just one last time.. You sat in front of the oak tree in guilt, trying to use your stellar energy to fix your mistake but to no avail, nothing worked, you cried in heartbreak and frustration, betrayal and guilt, all those years, centuries and eons, they all meant nothing now. Nothing but a burning memory. You used stars to keep the tree connected from falling apart, using every bit of power you could to make it back to what it originally used to be, with little to no experience, it took hours to fix it, you did the best you could before leaning against the tree, hoping to find comfort in it but all you felt was emptiness, Lucifer never tried to contact you again and neither had you, you didn’t want him to look at you with those eyes ever again, you couldn’t bare it.

You spent weeks, months and years in your bed, unmotivated to get out and do something, you covered your room with sentient stars, finding only comfort in the little creations you had made, they did everything for you when you couldn’t do anything for yourself, your room was just full of piles and piles of stars, they were becoming too much that you threw some out your window so you could just make more, so it was just a daily routine to make many stars and just throw them out the window and everything had consequences but you didn’t care anymore, everything just felt so hopeless now after the only friend you had, never wanted to see you again.

after repetitively doing your routine, there was a knock at your door, you grumbled to get up, weak in your legs as you stumbled to open the door, your hair a mess and clothes wrinkled, you opened your door with unenthusiastically, expecting a cherub to send you your daily mail or something but when you saw a higher up seraphim at your door, your eyes widened in shock, “Greetings daughter of the universe,” the seraphim began, “My name is Sera and this is my sister, Emily.” she says before the Emily girl bounced and waved, “Hiii, we just wanted to ask some questions!” she piqued before walking closer to you before getting something out her pocket, “are these yours?” She asks, showing you a sentient star that began bouncing around in front of you both, ‘oh shit…’ you thought, seeing as your bed-rotting seemed to have affected life outside that made THE SERAPHIMS come after you, “Oh, sorry yeah those are mine.” you try to say calmly, “did something happen?” you asked, worriedly.

Emily smiled to you, “Those stars have been wandering all around Halo city! They actually have been helping around a lot, they are really useful and we tracked them where they came from to here!” Emily chimed, Sera speaking after, “We found them quite useful and we decided to come and ask if you wanted to work with us? Your stars can help our people live more at ease and even the Heaven born.” she says leaning closer to you, “Oh!” You seemed to been shocked, “well I- I dunno, this is so sudden, I-“ you stuttered, thinking, “Don’t worry, we don’t need an answer now,” Emily comforted with a smile, “We have a lot to offer, you know,” Sera informed, “If you join us, you can become one of the higher seraphim’s because your stars would be helping our people,” she says with a comforting smile as well, “and thats what we are all about.” she finishes with caring eyes, you thought for a moment, you could use your potential to help others? and not only that, this could probably distract you from the very thing you were trying to forget, Lucifer.

“Yeah, maybe.. maybe I will take you up on that offer, Seraphim.” You smiled, “please, call me Sera.” she smiled, “And call me Emily or Emmy!” she smiled more brightly as she took your hand, “Woah, wait I haven’t showered or cleaned myself!-“ you stumbled, “Don’t worry, we’ll get that covered!” Emily says as she drags you out your house gently and soothingly, Sera teleporting you three to the sanctuary of their home, you could barely process as you frog blinked as your only reaction with shock.

Maybe this was a good thing though, a new world had awaited you for once and that alone, made you smile for once in decades.

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imma stop here cause its already WAY too long, lmk if you want pt. 2! (it motivates me to write more)

[peacefxlmyko]

Family business

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x mom!Reader, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw x wife!Reader, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x platonic!Reader

Ask: "I had an idea for Top Gun, the reader was “Goose”'s wife and Bradley's mother, she is in the Navy and trains the squadron for the mission with Maverick. When Maverick and his son's plane are about to be shot down instead of Jake saving them, she is the one who saves them. Cute ending if possible" by @motherofdragons1998

Tags: Fluff, Angst, obviously Top Gun Maverick spoilers, hints to Hangster 👀, Reader is a widow, Use of Y/N, Reader's callsign is Shadow

Notes: I am SO nervous to post this omfg. This is the first thing I ever wrote based off an ask and I hope I did everything right with it lmao. This is also the longest piece I have ever written. I am not 100% happy with it, but I did my best and I hope ya'll like it! Apologies for any Grammar or in general writing mistakes, English isn't my first language. I am also open for more requests/asks!

Words: 2500+

Story under the cut! ✂️

Getting the call to return to Top Gun after years definitely wasn't something you expected. And finding out that you had to train the best pilots in the world for a suicide mission didn't make your anxiety any better.

After you arrived at the Academy, you were met with Beau “Cyclone” Simpson and Solomon “Warlock” Bates and they introduced you to the Mission.

“Captain Y/N “Shadow” Bradshaw." Cyclone began. “I'm Admiral Beau Simpson and this is Admiral Solomon Bates.”

“Pleasure to meet you, sir.” You replied.

“I hope it's no problem we will be introducing you to the Mission without the other instructor.”

“Other.. instructor, sir?”, your eyes narrowed a little in confusion.

"Yes, you will be teaching the class with another instructor.” Your curiosity was sparked, but you didn't get to ask anything else as they started explaining the Mission.

“The target is an unsanctioned uranium enrichment plant built in violation of a multilateral NATO treaty. The uranium produced there represents a direct threat to our allies in the region.” Warlock started to explain.

After the explanation it as your turn to explain your view on the mission. Then, they revealed who the pilots tasked with the mission were. “We've recalled 12 TOPGUN graduates from their squadrons. We want you to narrow-”

As soon as you turned to the monitor your heart skipped a beat and your breath caught in your throat. Bradley.

“Is there a problem, Captain?”

“I just.. didn't expect to see my son there, sir.” You muttered, still a bit in disbelief.

“Bradley Bradshaw, aka Rooster. I understand his father was also a pilot? What was his callsign again?”

Ouch. “It was Goose, sir.”

“Tragic what happened.”

Daggers. With every word daggers were being stabbed in your heart. Not one day went by without you missing Nick. Your husband. The father of your son. The love of your life.

After the briefing, you headed to a nearby bar to try and gather your thoughts. As you walked into the bar, you suddenly saw a familiar figure sitting there. No, two. Two familiar faces.

“Pete?”

The man turned around with a stunned look on his face.

“Y/N?”

“What the hell are you doing here?” You walked closer to him, a smile forming on my face.

“I could ask you the same.”

“He pissed off another admiral.” Penny commented and you cracked a smile. “It's nice to see you again, Penny” You smiled and sat down next to Pete.

“Don't tell me you're going to-”

“Teach a mission here?” You completed his sentence.

“So you are the other instructor! They wouldn't even tell me!” Mav chuckled at your complaint and shook his head a little.

You heard some noises at the other side of the bar and glanced over at the pool tables. There were pilots gathered and you recognised them as the graduates that had been recalled for the mission.

A few more people joined the bar. It didn't even take you two seconds to recognise your son. Hawaii shirt, sunglasses on his nose, that damn mustache like Nick had. Bradley was the spitting image of his father. You also heard someone call out “Bradshaw! Is that you?”

You didn't want to admit it, but sometimes it hurt a little. The way Nick would have been so proud of him hurt. And knowing that you were the reason his papers were held back because you didn't want him to have the same fate as Goose.

As soon as Pete recognised Bradley he quickly turned away, as if to hide from him. “Mav, you don't have to hi-”

“I cost him years of his career.”

“I know, but that was because I wanted it that way. You did it for me, because of Goose. Don't you think it's time he finds out it was me?”

“No, god no. It'll be fine, just.. let it be.”

You sighed and turned back to your drink, taking a few sips.

“How about ringing me up before the evening rush?” Maverick suddenly said to Penny and stood up. You glanced over at Bradley, watching him with his fellow aviators. Hasn't even noticed his own mother yet. You chuckled a little to yourself.

“It's been declined.”

You snapped out of your thoughts when Penny said that to Pete and laid his credit card on the table in front of him. You curiously watched and tried to hide your amused grin.

“You're kidding.”

Soon enough, Pete was getting carried out by three pilots and you watched, not even hiding your amusement.

Then, you heard a few tones coming from the piano and your heart dropped.

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain. Too much love drives a man insane.”

Rooster was playing and singing “Great balls of fire”. The same song Nick loved performing, a little out of key but it was still always the most perfect thing to you. You stared at him in disbelief, his back turned to you. Other pilots were standing next to him, singing along. The whole Bar was watching him. Your little boy.

After he was finished you watched him perform a little funny dance as the bar kept chanting “Rooster! Rooster!”. God, when did he grow up so much?

You stood up and slowly made your way towards him.

“I assumed you would at least let your Mother know when you're on a new Mission?”

You could see the way his heart dropped and he looked like a toddler being caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Mom?” He slowly turned around to you, you had an amused grin on your face.

“This is how I find out you're back at TOPGUN?” You grinned. You could hear his friends letting out laughs and a few comments in the background. “I- uh—”

“Oh, shut up and give your mother a hug.”

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The next day, all the pilots sat together in a hanger, ready to be taught about the mission. Admiral Bates was standing in front of them all, ready to explain.

“Your instructors are TOPGUN graduates with real world experience in every mission aspect you'll be expected to master and they are considered some of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. I give you Captain Pete Mitchell, callsign Maverick and Captain Y/N Bradshaw, callsign Shadow.”

Maverick and you walked in together, walking up to the lectern where Warlock stood at first. The pilots turned to look at you both and you could see their faces drop as some of them realized they kicked out their instructor last night.

You shot Bradley a quick small smile, meanwhile he gave Maverick a look that could kill.

You both started to talk to the class, Mav doing the most talking. After some briefing, you all got your Jets ready and then took off into the sky for some training and to show what they are able to do.

The next few days were spent preparing and training, trying to get them ready.

But once during some briefing in a classroom, a fight broke out. Hangman had made a comment about Goose and it set Rooster off, almost going for his throat but you all managed to keep them apart. Maverick dismissed them all for the day.

Bradley went back to the base to calm down, Maverick went to meet Iceman and you.. Well, you drove to the Hard Deck and sat down at the Beach there. The whole time you were lost in thoughts. Was he ready for this? Was I ready for this? Was anybody ready for this mission?

“Oh Nick..” You started to tear up. “I don't want to send Bradley out there. He's not ready. No one is! I-I can't risk losing him too! I.. I just can't lose my son too… He's my little boy.. Our little boy.. When did he grow up so much…? I need you here.. god.. I wish you were here..”

Even though he wasn't here anymore, you knew Goose was still watching over you and listening whenever he could.

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It felt like the time until the mission flew by. It almost felt like a blur, as if it wasn't real. And burying one of your life-long friends made it even worse. Iceman could finally rest, but it was still incredibly painful. Seeing Maverick grief him made it even worse.

But in a blink of an eye, you were all on a ship in the middle of the Ocean, about to choose which Daggers would fly. You were going to stay back as Backup and Mav was going to fly with them.

You knew he was going to choose him as his wingman, but you secretly begged it wasn't true. You wished it would be Hangman, but it was going to be your son.

“Choose your two Foxtrot teams.” Cyclone said.

“Payback and Fanboy. Phoenix and Bob.” You both had decided these teams together, but the Wingman was Mav's own choice.

“And your Wingman?”

After a moment of anticipation, he finally said…

“Rooster.”

There it was. Your son was flying the suicide mission. And all you could do was listen through the comms and pray.

Everyone went on Deck and walked to their Jets. As you stood by your Jet, you looked over at Rooster and noticed him talking to Hangman. You had noticed throughout the whole preparation there seemed to be some tension and.. closeness between them. There was at least something.

You turned back to your Jet, climbing inside in case they needed Backup during the mission.

As the mission began and the teams flew away, your heart was pounding. With every minute you felt your anxiety increasing, scared for the safety of your son and also your friend.

You listened closely through the comms, listening to everything…..

“Bull's-eye! Bull's-eye! Bull's-eye!"

Yes! God, yes! They did it!

But now it was time to get back alive…

The rest of the mission was a pure air fight, raw dogfighting. They just needed to make it out alive. Please.

But to your worst fear the enemy planes were focused on Rooster.

“Dagger Two defending. Shit, I'm out of flares!”

“Rooster, evade, evade!” You heard his uncle shout.

“I can't shake ‘em! They're on me! They're on me!”

You didn't know what was happening., you weren't there. You didn't see it. All You could do was listen. Listen and wait. It felt awful not being able to do anything.

There was a moment of silence, only the heavy breathing from the pilots.

“Mav! No!”

“Dagger One is hit! I repeat, Dagger One is hit! Maverick is down!”

Your breath caught in your throat. Mav was hit.

“Dagger One, Status. Status! Anyone see him? Did anyone see him?! Dagger One, come in!” You heard the panic in Rooster's voice.

“I didn't see a parachute.”

Shit.

“We have to circle back!”

You felt your heart pumping, this was all so much. You knew this was a difficult mission, hell, a suicide mission but you still hoped this wouldn't happen!

“All Daggers flow to ECP. You have bandits headed for you.”

“What about Maverick?!” There was a strain in Bradley's voice.

“Dagger Square request permission to launch and fly air cover.” You suddenly spoke up. You had to help. You needed to help.

“Negative, spare.”

Shit!

“Dagger, you are not to engage. Repeat, do not engage.”

“Dagger Two, return to carrier. Acknowledge.”

Bradley, please. Come home safe.

You also wanted to save Maverick, but not with Bandits in the air.

The silence was killing you.

“Rooster, those bandits are closing. We can't go back.” You heard Phoenix say. “Rooster, he's gone.”

It hurt, but Bob was probably right. He was gone. He was with Goose. “Maverick's gone.”

Maverick had sacrificed himself for Rooster. Your best friend had sacrificed himself for your son….

Your heart began to pound as you realized Bradley was flying back. He wanted to save Mav. You wanted to scream at him to get his ass back to the ship, but you couldn't. He wouldn't even listen.

The not knowing was killing you. Not being able to do anything. Being stuck on the ship while your son was out there fighting for his life.

After minutes that felt like hours you heard the words you only wished to hear in your darkest nightmares.

“Dagger Two is hit.”

Rooster was hit.

You could barely hold it together anymore. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, but you had to hold it in.

“Dagger Two, come in. Dagger Two, do you copy? Dagger Two, come in.”

You were horrified. You might have just lost your only child and your best friend. Now you were alone.

One Minute turned into two. Two into five. Five into ten. Nothing. No reply, no sign of life.

You had no idea what the hell was going on in the tower, they weren't talking to you. Not one word. Was there a trace of the two? Were they still alive? You didn't know and it was one of the worst things you've ever felt.

After what felt like an eternity, you were finally given permission to launch and fly to their rescue after they had detected Rooster's ESAT.

Soon you saw them, they were involved in an air fight and obviously losing. You managed to bring your jet behind the enemy's plane without bringing any attention to yourself. That was the way you got your callsign. You were a Shadow, you could easily follow any planes without being noticed.

Just as they were about to shoot down Maverick and Rooster, you fired a shot and hit the bandit. The bandit was down and they were save. They were finally save and back with you.

You flew right through the smoke towards the F-14, you had never been happier to see a jet.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your savior speaking.”

There was a grin on your face, you had never been so glad.

“Hey, mom, you look good.”

“I am good, Bradley. I'm very good.”

“I'll see you back on Deck.” You flew back and were the first to land. You got out of the Jet and watched everybody put up a net to catch the F-14.

Once they were back on deck you didn't hesitate one second to run towards them. “Bradley!” You shouted.

Everybody came running towards them, cheering and congratulating them.

Maverick got out and first went to Hondo, while Bradley came running towards you.

“Oh, my boy, I thought I lost you. I thought you were gone.” You sobbed and took him into your arms.

“You're not getting rid of me easily, Mom.” He laughed and hugged you tightly, not letting you go for a while. “You're a hero, Bradley. I'm so so proud of you. Your- your dad would be so proud, god-” You teared up.

“I know Mom, I know.”

You parted from him so he could celebrate with the others. The other Daggers immediately came to him.

Once again you could swear there were looks between Jake and Rooster, but you didn't mention anything.

“Captain Mitchell! Captain Mitchell!” You then saw Bradley approach Pete. Without hesitating, Maverick pulled him into a hug. A hug that meant the World.

“Thank you for saving my life.”

“It's what my dad would've done.”

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Days after the mission the whole Dagger Squad was sitting in the Hard Deck together, having drinks and cracking jokes. Bradley, of course, sat down at the piano and sang once again. The whole Bar chimed in and sang “Great balls of fire” with him.

“Oh! You're fine, so kindGot to tell this world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine!”

You could have sworn he took a glance towards Jake during that line.

[kivino]

Platonic!Task Force 141 x Eastern European!Reader

Word Counter – ~1.9k

Summary – a compilation of headcanons about how reader’s Eastern European background would affect interactions with Task Force 141 during an undercover mission together.

Tags/Warnings – Gn!reader, Eastern European!reader (obviously), Platonic!TF141, fluff, mostly.

A/n – RUSSIANS DNI (this is a personal boundary, so I ask you to respect it, if you don’t like it just scroll past this post). Very self-indulgent. Just showing more love to my fellow Eastern European readers. Since it is mostly based on my own experience growing up as a Ukrainian, I’m sorry if certain things don’t resonate with you! This whole thing was made for fun and fun only.

So, let’s assume our beloved Task Force needs to go undercover to get some information on Makarov and his merry band of goons. Obviously, they can’t do it without at least one team member, who is familiar with the way of living in Eastern Europe. So, naturally, Laswell introduces you to them – born and raised there, ready to help them and stop your sworn enemy from escalating an already pretty shitty situation.

“So, allow me to introduce your new team member for the duration of this mission” Laswell nods to the door when you walk in, saying your name and callsign, already catching some looks full of curiosity from Task Force 141.

First thing they noticed about you? Resting bitch face for days. Who needs a mask when you have a death stare that will give the heebie-jeebies to most if not all of your teammates? However, they feel even more taken aback when you suddenly greet them with a warm, welcoming smile and a firm handshake, not a trace of that sour expression on your face.

One would think that you’d spend hours preparing four of them for the mission by teaching them language, helping to memorize names and faces of contacts, Makarov’s trusted allies, and potential targets. Naturally, you did your job, but those precious hours were also spent with you standing next to a whiteboard, ranting about the politics and societal issues of your country, explaining certain national jokes, and teaching them swear words or poetry you studied at school. But hey, they’re not complaining (maybe a little).  

They were skeptical about this whole deal at first. However, there was a shared understanding between the four of them that they needed to do whatever it took to stop the spreading of Makarov’s influence and diminish his resources in other countries. With time, however, they’ve found things that made their life in a completely new environment a bit more enjoyable and interesting.

Soap would pick up on your native language the fastest out of the Task Force. Under all these jokes and goofiness Johnny’s a smart guy, inquisitive as hell too, which makes a pretty good mix. He’d try to write down how you pronounce things in his sketchbook, dedicating pages upon pages to making a small vocabulary of what you say, searching up the translations of words any chance he gets. Convinces himself that it just helps him to get more into his new way of life, and not at all because he likes seeing you all excited when he slips a word in your language somewhere in the conversation.

“So how do you say it?” he points to the sentence, messily scribbled on the page with the ballpoint pen he slipped from Gaz. There is a slight frown between your brows – the word looks unfamiliar, more like gibberish than something in your language. You can practically feel the gears in your head screech and come to a halt as you drill Soap’s handwriting with your eyes.

“Oh, wait. You made a mistake here. No wonder I have no idea what this is.” You quickly take the pen and scratch the right version of the word on the paper, while Johnny chuckles at your brutal honesty. He doesn’t say anything though. Some time passes and you’re already correcting other words he wrote down, explaining the right way to say them. And you can feel a pleasant warmth spread in your chest when you can see Soap’s utmost attention directed at you.

Johnny can’t help but feel that moments like these were somewhat of a way to bond for you two. He’d jokingly offer to give you some Scottish classes each time you playfully flick him on the forehead for a word he pronounced wrong. He never expected you to take him up on the offer until the five of you got stuck in a countryside safehouse and essentially had nothing to do while waiting.

On the topic of Eastern European countryside, Price is not an old man by any measure, man’s not even forty yet, but it would grow so massively on him that it’s concerning. When you finally got a good, reliable contact that gave you some useful information you had to lay low for some time in a safe house not far from one of many Makarov’s places where the next weapon deal would be held. And while you waited several days for his people to show up there, obviously almost all of you were bored out of your minds. Not Price though. The man went exploring. Of course, taking you with him (he only wanted company on his small journey through the cozy countryside, don’t blame him).

Soon enough, during your walk you two come across the abundance of berry bushes and fruit trees everywhere, and while you pick something to munch on from them constantly, Price only scolds you. You smirk in response, giving him a handful of ripe mulberries, your lips and fingers now a dark red color from the juice.  

“It’s going to rot if nobody eats it. People who plant these trees would rather someone enjoy them instead of fruits just falling on the ground, getting squished, and going to waste.” And Price takes note of that with a small smile. Soon enough the two of you find a spring the whole village uses, a willow standing tall beside it, providing shade for you two to rest, chat a bit, and cool yourself off with fresh water. The fact that there are not many people around also doesn’t miss him. It’s quiet and peaceful, Price finally feels like he has room to breathe with his whole chest.

“You know, I could get used to a life like this.” Price finally mutters, enjoying your simple, comforting presence, walking along the river shore, and hearing the distant sounds of a train passing through the village. You look at him with understanding in your eyes, as you see the tension in his shoulders finally slipping away. Your captain relaxes, which is a pleasant change of pace from the frown on his face that you got used to.  

All five of you had to live in the same apartment in an old panel building closer to the edge of town. Not the best place to live, but a good opportunity to blend in with the locals and find leads on Makarov’s criminal “friends”. More than once you’ve found yourself sitting together with Ghost on the balcony that creaked with each blow of the wind, in complete silence while he was smoking some cheap cigarettes that smelled more like burnt paper instead of tobacco.

“Can I join you?” Your voice is a quiet rasp, as you lean against the doorway, pushing the mosquito netting to the side. You couldn’t sleep. Not when the whole world will go down the drain if you fail your mission. Not when it’s been a month already and it felt like you were still right where you started.

“Knock yourself out” the man shrugs, patting the stool near him. You shuffle your bare feet on the newspapers that were laid out on the balcony floor, plopping down on the seat, your eyes immediately getting glued to the view, enjoying the breeze that seeped through the open window. You two sit in silence for so long, but it doesn’t feel awkward, quite on the contrary – weirdly calming and serene.

After that night these nightly smoke breaks became a sort of tradition for you two, a way to wind down after a long day. Ghost would nod towards the balcony, a silent invitation reserved only for you. Regardless of whether you’re a smoker or not, occasionally he would offer you a cigarette from his pack or a hit from the lit one. A gesture of camaraderie.

“Thought you’d be more talkative.” Ghost’s voice sounds gruff after the whole day working your asses off just to discover the lead that you had was absolute bullshit.

“And I thought you weren’t a type for small talk.” You grumble in return, just as annoyed about coming back to this dingy apartment with nothing.

“That I am” He lets out a low chuckle, flicking his cigarette into an ashtray in his hand, avoiding eye contact with you.  

Kyle found himself liking your cooking above everything else. The way he would eat anything thrown together in a hurry by you was quite flattering. So soon enough you offered to teach him how to make some of your favorite national dishes, and he couldn’t say no to your offer. So, you decided to start easy – picking out the fresh ingredients. And where do you go to do that? Not a grocery store, no way in hell. The market filled with tons of people is the place you need. A lot cheaper than your usual supermarket too.

The number of times you got discounts for fruits and vegetables on the market from older women just for Gaz’s pretty eyes was insane. He would just blink at you with confusion written all over his face anytime you glanced at him with that smile and refused to explain why you spent a lot less money than expected on the fresh vegetables. At some point, Gaz even questioned his ability to count before you told him just not to worry about it since you got a “very special bargain”. And, obviously, Kyle was the one carrying the plastic bags filled to the brim with fresh produce.  

“You know, your version of the dish is not half-bad,” You say, licking the spoon and giving Gaz a wide smile, which he immediately returns to you tenfold. Spending time like this with him was a pleasure. Each minute spent together made you loathe even thinking about the time when you’d have to part ways and you won’t be able to teach him your cultural cuisine like this anymore.

“Well, I have a great teacher to thank for that.” Gaz gives you a charming smile, so glad to finally have a distraction from the constant looming presence of Makarov in his thoughts. Right this moment he caught himself thinking that he was happy they had you here with them. It would be a lot harder if not for you supporting and guiding them through everything. He felt…thankful.

You’d bring the whole Task Force to different cafes that serve your country's most famous dishes, but Kyle would be the one to enjoy these outings the most, barely raising his eyes from the plate to participate in the conversation.

“Wow, are you in a hurry or something? The food won’t run away from you.” You chuckle, while Kyle ignores the odd saying coming from you and continues to eat with the huge appetite he had ever since this undercover mission started.

However, nothing lasts forever, so after finishing their business with you, getting all the information they needed, and “cleaning up the mess” Task Force 141 bids you farewell, returning to their usual duties. Saying goodbye is never easy, even if you knew each other just for several months you still got attached to them, just like they grew very fond of you (as much as some of them hated to admit that). But hey, they promised to visit you after they finish up with Makarov. They promised. And the four of them keep the promises they make.

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