OMG- I TOTALLY WANNA DO THIS NOW!!

OMG- I TOTALLY WANNA DO THIS NOW!!

I made a Fic Writer’s Pocket Pantry! For everyone who wants to cook up their next batch of fanfics on the go~

Inspired by this post by @deboracabral 💜

Buck: Knock, knock

Guy on the other side of the door: who's there?

Buck: dishes.

Guy:

Guy: dishes who?

Athena: Dishes the police, open up.

Josh Russo 🌈

As a 9-1-1 and Marvel fan, I can relate.

My dumbass keeps reading the words "Josh Russo" as "Joe Russo" I'm sorry Josh 😭

Claire: *hugs Morgan*

Morgan: what the hell was that?!

Claire: affection.

Morgan: disgusting.

Morgan: do it again.

Screw The Pancakes

Imagine: Waking up next to your wife, Natasha

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"Mommy!" 

The little voice pulled you out a slumber.

"Mommy!!"

This time louder and more impatient. Looking through your eyelashes, you could zero in on a little girl who seemed to be a spitting image of both you and your wife.

"Mom!"

This time now fully awake, you quickly snatched your daughter from the ground, lifting her over you. Her giggles filled the air while someone grunted next to you.

"What are you doing up, little missy?" You teased, planting sloppy kisses over her face. "It's pancake day!" She shouted, Saturdays were always pancake days. 

You heard a soft groan from your left side, it belonged to your wife. The one and only Natalia Alianovna, your wife. 

Putting a finger to your lips, you and your daughter watched as Tasha snuggled into your side, trying to nuzzle her head between your stomach. 

Your daughter leant down carefully. "Mama?" She whispered softly, moving a bit of your wife's gorgeous red hair from her face. "Mom?" She asked again, this time tilting her head.

"How about you go downstairs and get out a bowl while I wake up your mother?" You pulled yourself up a little bit, lifting your little girl off your lap and back on the ground. 

"Loki Doki!" She nodded enthusiastically, clearly excited about pancake day.

Once you watched her leave the room, you turned over to face the sleeping beauty. "Hey, Tasha, it's wakey time," you smile at her, caressing her cheeks lightly.

A small whine escaped her lips as you softly woke her to sobriety. "It's pancake day," You pushed your limits with the assassin, chuckling like your daughter had.

"Screw the pancakes." Your chuckle soon turned into a full laugh at the grumpy widow's morning bedside manner. 

"Shut up," Natasha grumbled into the pillow, "You're too loud." You snatched her comfort pillow and watched as she groaned some more.

"Wake up, your daughter wants pancakes." You smirked at the mess of red hair in the black tank top snarled at you.

"Screw the pancakes…" She whispered once more before forcefully throwing her face into the mattress. 

Note to self: It's impossible to wake up Tasha before 8 o'clock.