#top!maria

[wandasfifthwife]

˚⁺⋆｡˚don’t want you to go masterlist ˚｡⋆ ⁺˚

༺ summary | maria hill, your best friend’s sibling, gets called into work in another location. you’ve known her since you were kids, meeting her for the first time in elementary school—and how here you two were. with her moving so far away you both come to realize just how much you really need each other.

༺ series tw | best friend’s sibling to lovers, fluff (maybe too sappy at times), hurt/comfort, argument, discussion on injuries & fighting, pining over one another, love confessions, reader has low self-esteem

༺ a/n | if you’d like to be tagged, comment :)

MASTERLIST

*** = smut (18+)

⋆ main story

(1) love the way you lie

(2) missing you

(3) in your arms

⋆ random

story’s playlist

[leather-field]

Utopia

[gio-scrabbles]

Doodles of Maria Robotnik because she’s a good noodle and deserves it!

[incorectquoteswlw]

Yelena: Do you like my top?

Maria: Yeah, she seems nice

Yelena: What

Nat: What

Kate: (:

[sonknuxadow]

sorry not to be negative or anything i think a lot of the jokes about maria dying are funny but am i the only one who thinks that its taking it a liiiittle too far to flood the comments of the live action actors posts with stuff about how shes gonna get shot or you cant wait to see her die (and yes this is actually happening im not making up a guy to get mad at)

[astrafortune]

The phrase “big brother shadow au” won’t leave my head

[katewritesss]

Headcanon:

After the suicide mission and they all come back home safely and Bradley has made up with his dads, Maverick and Ice decide to renew their vows, because they've never had a close call such as this.

As a joke - but not really - Ice asks Maverick if there's anyone he could go to ask permission to marry him, even if he already went to Goose and Carole's graves to ask that very question when DADT was first repealed.

From where they're sitting on their couch, limbs intertwined and faces mere inches from each other, Maverick pulls away enough so that their noses brush and says, in all seriousness;

"Well, why don't we ask..."

"The kids?" they finish together.

It's all the approval they need.

[fadedday]

Maria Demina

[donnas-dollface]

when the edit is so good it has you biting your lip and giggling

[poopoobumbumpoo]

Vive Maria tops

Pics from pinterest <33

[collageofnudes]

Maria Avtakhova (Maria Lapulina)

[bloodynereid]

hello!! (2nd request of the day let’s goo). i was wondering if you could do something with a gn reader and either jordan, rooster, phoenix, or hangman?? it’s completely up to you. reader comes from a rough household with like a lot of yelling and swearing and door slamming (from parents and younger siblings) and at one point ____ (insert character here) yells and they kinda just freak out and cry or something because it reminds them of home?? and lots of comfort after?? - 🧚🏻

Sorrys & I Love Yous

pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x gn! reader

tw: bradley is sort of an asshole in this im sorry but it fit with the fic, screaming, crying, trauma response

description: memories and feelings of your past resurface after an incident regarding dinner.

a/n: hii🧚🏻anon! sorry that it took me so long to write this and also sorry that this is so short i'm trying to get back into writing! also i hope it was ok that i chose rooster, he just made the most sense (i was thinking of the jake and bradley fight in the briefing room) and this is good ?? idk i think im having imposter syndrome with my writing haha. also as someone who has had this sort of thing happen to them i hope i wrote this okay, it's based off my own experience but who knows.

It had been a good day at work. You had been able to finish a piece your editor had been nagging you about and you were actually happy with the final product. It seemed like it was the opposite for Bradley though.

You arrived back to your shared house on the coast later than usual, you had stayed back to chat with some of your colleagues about the new issue of the magazine and time ran away from you. You had parked your car next to Bradley’s bronco and felt a surge of happiness at seeing the familiar blue vehicle.

“Hi honey!” You called out into the lit house after dropping your keys on the little dish beside the door.

“Hey.” Bradley called back to you from the living room, where the familiar sounds of a football game blared out.

You smiled and kicked off your shoes before ambling over to the couch and giving Bradley a quick hug and a peck on the cheek.

“How was work?” You asked as you sat down next to your boyfriend.

“Shitty.”

“Jake being an asshole again?”

“Hmm.” He hums back in assent and you nod in understanding before getting up and walking over to the kitchen. Usually the first person who comes home makes some kind of dinner but as you stare at the empty counters and unlit stove a pang rang through your heart.

“Bradley, honey, did you make dinner?”

“What?” You cringed slightly and turned to look over your shoulder to your distracted boyfriend.

“Did you make dinner?” You repeated.

“No.”

“Uh, is it okay if I just order something?”

“Sure, whatever.”

“Right.”

You went to grab your phone from your discarded bag and started to scroll through the usual restaurants.

“Bradley, honey, what do you want to eat?”

“Huh?”

“What do you want to eat?” You repeated in a slightly annoyed tone, he wasn’t acting like himself and it was getting on your nerves.

“Whatever.”

“Whatever?” You asked incredulously as the man finally met your eyes and a twist of his mouth made a shudder run down the length of your back. It reminded you of your father right before he started yelling in your face.

“Why the hell are you on my case? You’re the one who’s fucking late, what the hell were you doing anyways?!” Bradley yelled out, his voice escalating as his fist clenched around the beer bottle. After a few tense moments it was like your brain went on autopilot.

Your nerves seized up, your vision went white and a whimper escaped your throat. You felt rivers of water start to fall from your eyes and you felt completely and utterly powerless.

When Bradley realized what he just did he quickly let go of the beer bottle and moved to scoop you up in his arms but you still weren’t totally there. Your body seized up and you were suddenly running away from him and into the downstairs bathroom.

The loud bang of the door hitting the frame echoed through the house as you turned the lock and slipped down until your legs were against the cool tile.

Shivers racked your body and sobs fought their way out of your throat and lungs.

“What the fuck is happening to me?” You muttered out loud in between sobs.

“Honey? Y/N?” Bradley’s now soft voice, the one you were used to, bled through the wood. “Are you okay?” At that a loud sob escaped from your gasping lips.

“Please open the door. I- I’m really sorry. I, fuck, I shouldn’t have reacted like that. It’s my fault, I should have made dinner and instead I screamed at you when you didn’t do anything wrong… sweetheart?”

“Yeah?” You whispered out.

“Oh there you are. Can you please open the door?”

Taking a deep breath in, you carefully pushed yourself up from the floor and stared at your reflection in the mirror. Swiping your hands against your cheeks you let out another sob before turning around and turning the lock before opening the door.

You were met with the sight of Bradley who had a bereft look on his face. He looked like a puppy who had just been left behind for the first time.

“Oh sweetheart.” He gathered you up into his arms and you encircled yours around his body, clutching him tight.

“What you did was wrong.” You muttered into his shirt as tears continued to run down your face. “You hurt me Bradley.”

“I know and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. You don’t deserve that and you’re free to break up with me if you want. I was being a total asshole.” A teary laugh left your throat and you broke your embrace to look at his face.

“I’m not breaking up with you, you idiot! But I do agree with you being an asshole.”

“I deserve that.” You snorted before Bradley leaned over and placed a peck on your forehead.

“I’m really fucking sorry.” He said again and you nodded.

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you.”

this was only re-read like 2 times so sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes <3

[thedroneranger]

I think we did pretty well on Daggers Open Bar! Only one drink order got eaten by the hellsite!

Someone requested Tia Maria liqueur, and my caffeine-dependent little brain said, "ESPRESSO MARTINI".

So, without further ado, a nightcap with Jake! Of course, he knows just the spot. And yes, he will get you onto the floor for a dance or two!

If this was your drink order, message me so I can add you as the requestor!

Jake "Hangman" Seresin | Nightcap | requested by anonymous

And that's it! Our final drink! I want to say thank to everyone who ordered a drink (or three!). This was super fun!

Stay tuned! This isn't the last of drinking daggers! I have a couple things planned in the new year that I think you'll love :)

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[cacturne]

felt like a maria thing

[chessboxingstreetwear]

WACKO MARIA x Jean-Michel Basquiat

[scottmcstark]

"Is this not the dumbest shit?"

"I don't care for the shenanigans."

"This does not rock."

"Dumbest tribal ever."

Ben's not gonna win this game, nor do I want him to, but I need him to stay until at least 7 because I need these vibes to keep happening