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How Mikayla reacts to your time of the month
A/N: I was dismayed at the lack of Koffee content on here and decided to do something about it. Feedback appreciated.
You spent the night a few weeks ago and never left. What initially felt like a sleepover, became a beautiful routine of domesticity.
You awoke next to each other with smiles and light wrestling. You'd catch each other's gazes in the mirror while brushing your teeth and laugh. She'd stare as you attempted to style your hair before asking to try and having fun brushing it in different directions.
You'd make her your momma's pancake recipe and she'd put on a kettle for tea. Your legs would be glued to each other's under the table while you ate. You'd wash dishes together, giggling at the silly remixes of songs you'd freestyle.
You'd hug very tightly at the door, making sure Mikayla didn't leave anything behind. You'd sit on the couch, looking out at the hilly view of Kingston before pulling out your laptop for school work.
Normally, you'd be watching Netflix or in the kitchen starting dinner when Mikayla would make it home in the evening, yet today you were nowhere to be found.
"Mama," she called out, depositing her shoes on the rack and keys at the counter. "Gyal, yuh a leave me?" She shuffled around the apartment, opening doors, heartbeat rising thinking you'd left without a word. Almost accepting the sinking feeling of being jilted, she reached for her phone to call you before hearing a noise from the bedroom.
Mikayla opened the closet door to find you in a fortress of pillows and blankets watching a Netflix show on your tablet with headphones. Your eyes squinted and your neck craned up at the bright intrusion of the door being opened.
"Uh-uh Mama, what yuh fi do in here?" she exasperated, climbing into the mess of pillows. A look of relief and amusement enveloped her face.
"Hi, sorry, I didn't hear you come in," you groaned, worming your way deeper into the corner. Mikayla reached over with a frown, checking your forehead with her hand.
"Oh Mama, you're hotting up, we need fi give yuh some medicine," she arose, "and yuh haffi catch yuh bed and sleep," You groaned at that.
"I'm fine, I get like this every month," you say, rolling over onto your side. You heard Mikayla sigh. "Why yuh nuh tell me nuttin, gyal?" she whispered, hands finding your back to give a few rubs.
At your behest, she pulled you free of the blankets and assisted you onto the bed. She left you in the room with a forehead kiss and after a few minutes of clanging cabinets and beeping appliances, returned with an armful of things.
She set them on the nightstand and lifted the bottom of your shirt with a comforting smile. She grabbed a warm towel from the stash and lay it snug over your abdomen.
"Better now?" she asked, a look of endearment reaching her eyes. You blinked and shook your head in affirmation, enjoying the comfort spreading through your aches.
Next, she handed you a steaming cup of tea and rubbed your messy hair as you drank. You sighed in content, earning a laugh from Mikayla. She presented you with the remote and a few snacks before returning to the closet to collect the remnants of your nest.
She returned and stood on the bed, reaching over you to stretch a blanket across the back of the headboard. You looked up with wide eyes to admire the cozy fortress. She chuckled at your amazement and slid next to you to enjoy whatever show you put on the TV. You naturally fell into her side, head resting on her shoulder. Your hands found each others' and locked. This became your favorite time of the month.
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Being Koffee's Tall Girlfriend™
Starting playful fights by hiding things on top shelves
Never being able to find sneakers in both of your sizes to match
Her always fussing at you to eat more because she thinks you'll faint if you have small portions
Her standing on her tiptoes to give you a twirl when you dress up in heels
Her always flexing her muscles with a goofy smile and lifting heavy things to prove how much stronger she is
Her always finding an excuse to pick you up or throw you on the bed or couch
Having to move the seat each time you drive her car
Being asked to check for things at the top of the cabinet
Her always wanting to oil your long legs for you, because she finds them so sexy
Her making sure no one's looking to pull your skirts and dresses lower in public with a pointed look and grin
Her looking so cute being swallowed by your jackets
Looking silly when you borrow each others sandals to run outside
Laughing when you take stops on walks for her to catch up
Being mistaken for her mother or big sister and going along with it to get a rise out of her
Her being the littlest big spoon ever 🥺
Beach day with Girlfriend Koffee™
Her arguing to convince you to let her bury you in the sand
Maniacally laughing as she draws on your face with sand as soon as you're trapped
Preoccupied with not getting your hair wet because of insecurity so she throws you into the water so you can stop caring
Her leading you in a chase down the shore and faking you out multiple times
Competing to find cooler seashells
Sharing a coconut and mango
Her telling you what to do when you grill without wanting to get up and do it herself
Making extravagant sandcastle building plans only to make a messy pile
You kicking down the castle so she lunges at you and pins you in the sand
An argument and laughter filled game of volleyball
Her falling asleep as soon as you get in the car
Masterlist
Koffee
Series
Defend - Table of Contents
Rapture - Table of Contents
One shots
1. that was good work
Headcanons
Celebrating Juneteenth with Girlfriend Koffee
Girlfriend Koffee cooking your favorite cultural dish
How Mikayla reacts to your time of the month
Beach day with Girlfriend Koffee
Being Koffee's Tall Girlfriend
Being Koffee's Naija Girlfriend
Letitia Wright
Series
Sorrel - Table of Contents
The Tutor Ch. 1
The Tutor Ch. 2
One shots
2. "it’s been a long time"
9. "don't listen to me, listen to them"
10. "is this normal?"
Headcanons
Celebrating Juneteenth with Girlfriend Letitia
Lila Iké
Series
Second Chance
Janelle Monáe
One shots
3. "I know you better."
7. "follow me if you want to live."
Ari Lennox
One shots
4. "no, we're not doing that."
Dominque Thorne
One shots
5. "it's a new day, let's go"
6. "I'm not giving up."
8. “Are we happy?”
Challenges
Fictober 2024
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I have a fire idea for a koffee chapter fic and started working on it but I need to know whether readers would like for the dialogue to be written in American English, British English, Jamaican Patois, or maybe American/British English with occasionally code switched Jamaican slang and idioms. If you're a Koffee fan I beg yuh pleaseeee let me know or share this so others can weigh in.
oh my gosh !au where you're a politician and koffee is your bodygaurd and at first you're doubtful of her capabilities because of her size until she proves her strength and skill and there's also angst because she feels like all politicians are corrupt and could be doing more for society and you kinda like her but you think she hates you but over time you learn more about each other and she also influences you to do good and it turns out she liked you too all along AAAAAAAAAAAAA
My heart is literally gripping 😭 Her beauty is killing meeeeee
Happy Taco Tuesday to the Most Beautiful Woman in the World™ and Her only!!!!
aye fancy / how yuh heart stay, it nah no vacancy?
I AM SCREAAAAAAMING. THIS WILL NEVER NOT GET ME
Being Koffee's Naija Girlfriend
She's so invested in learning your language that she quickly surpasses you and you find yourself having to practice more to speak with her
Her calling you terms of endearment like "omoge"
Her always choosing Nigerian food when you order takeout
She enjoys the messiest dishes and smiles when she gets it all over hands and lips
She loves family gatherings and holidays because she can dress up in your culture's clothing
Your family is always more excited to see her than you
She becomes the cool cousin
She is always the one to introduce you to the latest Afrobeats artists and loves going to concerts
You haven't been back home in a long time, but she wants your next vacation to be there
If you want children, she daydreams with you about how you're going to ensure your kids are fluid with their Jamaican and Nigerian heritage
Her waving a Nigerian flag at parades and concerts
Her loving Nigeria because it's the country that made you 🤎
first order of business when im done traveling is to sit down and do a coffee shop theme for this page 🥹 I also thought how cute it’d be to call the fandom the kafé. we’ve never been given a name have we?
jock girlfriend koffee x cringe fail personality nerdy girlfriend reader that only she finds funny
Defend Ch. 1 | Bodyguard!AU | Koffee x Reader
Summary: You're a district attorney that has been placed under 24/7 security during the investigation of a prominent member of a local gang. You believe the whole situation is blown out of proportion and resent the imperious woman you are entrusted to. Partly due to her teasing, cocky nature, you struggle to take the short-statured woman seriously. Eventually, you not only find yourself seeking her protection but also solace in her company.
Genre: Slow-burn romance, fluff, angst
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2241
A/N: I really appreciate any engagement such as likes and reposts. I particularly would be grateful if you all could provide feedback. Like for this writing, I experimented with Mikayla's character codeswitching in-between an American and Jamaican accent. Maybe just let me know what you think about that or anything else you read. Love <3
"You know it's not too late to call this whole thing off," you mumble in a sing-songy voice. If Oje Ollivierre, the state attorney, heard you it was not obvious. He stood in the full length mirror of his executive office looking over his suit- an unusual plum colored ensemble amidst his habit of all black and occasionally navy blue. His assistant, Daniel, looked up from his spot on the floor straightening the man's pants cuffs to give you a pointed look of pity.
"Daniel, don't you think this purple is a bit..." Oje began.
"Tacky?" you chimed in.
"Assuming..." Oje murmured, raising his eyes in the mirror to meet your gaze. Daniel blankly nodded in agreement. You gave a nervous dry chuckle to stifle your shiver. The air froze in painful tension as no one laughed. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth in a wince, eyes rolling off into another direction.
"I will offset the forwardness with my black double breasted blazer and the Explorer instead of the Yacht Master," the state attorney added. He unclasped his Rolex and his assistant received it with delicacy and scampered off to the adjoining coat room to do as he said.
"You know, Ollivierre, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I've been meaning to apologize about the whole crab dip thing ever since my election celebration, but you know I got wrapped up in this whole Thomas case right after-" you rambled.
The state attorney raised his large, well-manicured hand before turning around. He pushed his long dark brown locs off his shoulder, took off his glasses, and reached in his blazer pocket for a handkerchief in one fluid motion.
"It has been four months since you were elected," he stated with clear disinterest while rubbing the Tom Ford frames spot-free. There was something particularly disarming about his hooded brown eyes. As if to pin you in place, he stared directly in your face for the first time since you had entered his office. "Did you come all the way to the capitol to humor me about a nearly half-year old dry cleaning snafu?"
You lowered your gaze to your kitten heels, shaking your head in a defeated no. "Well sir, I was... uh.. well, I actually came today because- well, I was wondering if I could maybe, uh, get some maybe, uh, some space with the whole bodyguard thing perhaps... please?" you churned out nervously. Your palms greased with sweat.
Daniel entered the office again carefully carrying a black blazer and jewelry box like a soldier in a flag folding ceremony. He helped the state attorney shrug out of his plum jacket and set it aside neatly.
"No," Oje stated directly, lifting his arms to have the new suit lint rolled. Daniel shot you a look of sympathy from under his long limbs. You began to stutter out a rebuttal when he continued. "You know, I was initially quite supportive of your campaign for district attorney. And I was honored that our state not only became home to the highest percent of female district attorneys per capita, but also the youngest D.A. in American history," he lamented. He strained his long neck as Daniel adjusted his tie.
"Furthermore, I was stunned by how our constituents were progressive enough to elect someone with such..." he drawled, pausing for thought.
"Moxy?" you chimed in, expectantly.
"Naivete..." he continued. You let out a nervous chuckle, hoping to cut the tension in the air. Nobody laughed. "It is certainly not to my pleasure that you are working such a high-profile case a few months into your term, but I will not have you killed by the mafia nonetheless. O'neil Thomas is a long time enemy of the state and it is only a matter of when not if his thugs will retaliate for the investigation. You will need to be under protection until we feel that the threat has been eliminated. This is not up for debate. Any questions D.A.?" he remarked plainly. You quietly kissed your teeth before muttering a barely audible no sir and turning on your heel to leave.
"Since you are already here, I had your security report directly for duty. So they should be waiting at the check-in" he called out, flicking his hand to shoo Daniel away from fretting at his clothes anymore. "Oh, and one more thing before you go, D.A."
You stand by the door tapping your foot nervously. Oje steps over to his desk and scribbles on a post-it before handing it to his assistant. Daniel takes it with two hands and walks to the door, offering it to you with one. It reads a 4 digit number. You raise an eyebrow to Oje quizzically.
He turns back to the mirror to admire his change of costume, adding in a bored tone, "That is the amount needed to replace the dress shirt from your... crab dip thing. You may inquire at the desk for the routing and account number."
"Look at me, I'm the state attorney and I don't even know my head from my own ass, blah blah blah," you mocked in an inaccurately high-pitched voice as you rounded the corner, holding another post-it from the front desk reading the aforementioned banking numbers. You toed across the lobby to alleviate the pain in your feet from the ill-fitting, cheap heels you’d worn. Were it not for student loans and random expenses like replacing $3000 crab dip stained shirts for your boss, you’d maybe be able to afford some shoes that didn’t require a tight-rope routine to walk comfortably. As you began to lose yourself in your lamentful thoughts, you took a misstep and felt your toes turn at an odd angle- twisting your ankle and throwing you off balance.
As you expected to meet the cold floor in the lobby (a very fitting humiliation to match the other ones from today), you felt a strong grip on your arm and were yanked upright. You stood awkwardly in the lobby for a moment, knees still bent and braced in preparation for a spill. You blinked and turned your neck left and right in confusion. Business attired people walk to and fro in all directions without paying you mind.
“I see why dem hire mi,” you heard from a firm, yet taunting lilt from behind you. You quickly turned around to match a face to the voice, only to be met by the tail end of a blur. You made a sound of confusion and frustration, turning only for the figure to shift out of the corner of your eye again.
“Look, whoever you are, you better find someone else to play with. I’m the distri-” you started in annoyance.
“District attorney. Yes, yuh di district attorney who a daydream when she walk, but think she cyaah defend herself against a mafia ah drug traffickers an' hitmen,” the voice chuckled, an accent emerging. Before you could lash out, the figure stepped from behind to stand in front of you.
The noise that arose from your throat was akin to an animalistic choke- and obviously one of clear disregard. The person in front of you raised an eyebrow in a look of equal disbelief towards your reaction. She was caramel-skinned with an oval face sculpted by plump cheeks, a button nose, and a sharp jaw. Her inquisitive eyes were rather large, slightly upturned like a cat’s, and a deep warm brown hue. Her dark chocolate dreadlocks shared the same color as her thick eyebrows and were tied up in a haphazard bun with a few strands straying down her face. She wore all black fatigues that contrasted against the diamond studs in her ears.
Most shockingly of all, the strange woman could not have been taller than 5 feet flat. When you gathered yourself enough to recollect the events of the past few seconds, you broke out in an uncontrollable laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. You failed to straighten your back and just sunk lower as you let the laughs shake throughout your body. The woman stood over you unamused.
“So, it’s you, huh?” you ask, wiping away the tears at the corner of your eyes, adding sarcastically, “The one who will defend me against imminent danger.”
“Lieutenant Colonel Mikayla Simpson of Jamaica Regiment’s Sixth Infantry Battalion- honorably discharged,” she spoke, extending her hand to take. You straightened and enveloped it in your larger one, pleasantly surprised by how soft and warm it was. Her widening smile revealed a mouth full of silver braces.
“Aren’t you like twelve?” you snorted. The soft grasp on your hand turned into a vice-like clench, crushing bones you didn’t even know existed.
“I’ll do my best fi protect yuh, ma'am.” she spoke through the gritted teeth of her grin, before loosening the grip. You could’ve sworn you caught a flash of something crazy in her eyes. Was that some sort of threat? You rubbed your hand, still wincing from the vice-like grip, and watched Mikayla adjust the sleeves of her black softshell jacket. Her composed demeanor only irritated you further.
"Let's just get this over with," you muttered, trying to mask your embarrassment and irritation. She gave a curt nod and gestured toward the elevator to the parking garage.
The walk to the car was filled with an awkward silence, punctuated only by the sound of your heels clicking on the pavement and the occasional car passing by. You couldn't resist a few more digs, hoping to get a reaction out of the woman.
"So, do you always sneak up on people like that, or is it just your charming way of making a first impression?" you asked, feigning casual curiosity.
Mikayla didn't even break her stride. "If you'd been paying attention, you would have noticed me. Situational awareness is crucial, especially in your position."
You rolled your eyes. "Great, another lecture. Just what I needed."
You clicked the fob on the keys assigned to you that morning when you had been informed of the new security measures. You marched to the vehicle, your frustration mounting as you remembered you left your comfy driving moccasins in your own car which you were forbidden from driving until ‘this all blows over’. Mikayla stood there, arms crossed, waiting patiently. You couldn't help but feel like a child being watched by a stern teacher.
"I hope you know this is completely unnecessary," you grumbled as you unlocked the car. "I can take care of myself."
Mikayla raised an eyebrow. "Well, yuh track record seh different." You glared at her, but before you could retort, she had already slipped into the passenger seat, much to your displeasure. You sank into the driver's seat with a sigh, starting the engine and resting your head on the steering wheel for a long pause.
"Where to?" you finally asked, breaking the silence. The car was quiet for a few more seconds, the tension thick in the air. You focused on the dashboard, trying to disassociate from the presence of your unwelcome passenger.
"We're going to a secured location outside the city. I’ll provide you with directions," Mikayla replied, her tone leaving no room for argument.
You gripped the steering wheel tighter. "I need to stop by my place first. I have things I need to pick up."
"That's not possible," Mikayla said firmly. "We already arrange fi yuh essentials fi get tek care of. We can't risk yuh safety, ma’am."
You let out a frustrated groan. "This is ridiculous! I can't just be whisked away without any of my stuff."
Mikayla's expression softened slightly, though her resolve remained firm. "I understand this is difficult, but it's for yuh own safety. Everything you need will be provided."
You knew she was right, but that didn't make it any easier to accept. You pressed your lips together in a thin line, trying to hold back your frustration as you drove in silence minus the occasional noise of her giving you directions. Your own city was almost two hours away from the capitol and the mystery location was even further west.
Finally, you arrived at an unmarked, inconspicuous single-family farmhouse down a dirt road from the interstate. Mikayla directed you to a flat patch in the grass for parking and you both exited the car.
"This is where we'll be staying?" you asked, looking up at the residence with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. You toed around the side to see a nice thicket of forest.
Mikayla called after you, "Yes, it's a secure facility. Try nuh fi get lost, mi nuh want fi haffi rescue yuh two times inna one day.”
You rolled your eyes and followed behind her as she went to unlock the door. Your mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead. The reality of your situation was sinking in, and you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in your chest.
As you stepped into the entrance, you cowered behind Mikayla, who walked into the darkness with an effortlessly confident posture. Despite your initial annoyance, you couldn't help but feel a small measure of relief knowing she was on the clock and legally binded to kill any spiders or whatever lay in the abyss of the mysterious house.
"Let's hope this is worth it," you muttered under your breath as the doors closed behind you, sealing you both inside.
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