#604to647

[pascalconfessions]

@creedslove

@alwaysmicado

@frenchiereading

@holacia3

@tropes-and-tales

@sirowsky

@swiftispunk

@cavillscurls

@joelsgreys

@atticrissfinch

@wheresarizona

@fuckyeahdindjarin

@mermaidgirl30

@604to647

@avastrasposts

@macfrog

@netherfeildren

please Y'all, make sure to check their master lists right now!

They are all amazing creators and writers! 💓

❤️

[milla-frenchy]

Dearest Milla!

I'm here for All Treats No Tricks!

👻 - Tell a creator a fic, line, image, anything they've created that has stuck with you.

As you know, I think your 5 Days series is immaculate - I love, love this couple you've introduced us to. But I don't think I've ever told you which one is my fave (so far!). It's very hard to choose, but my pick is 911 - whenever I think of the series, I think of this one first! (And then of course I think of the others 🤭)

This one is so good for so many reasons (protective joel, public shenanigans), but it's also the only one in the collection that takes place outside of their home. The two of them are so loving and vulnerable with each other in the safety of their home, it was really special to see that devotion and want they have extended beyond those walls.

Anyways, I love them forever and think about them all the time! Thank you for writing them, bb! 😘😘

Do you wanna make me cry 🥹🥹

thank you so much for your kind words, Emily omg 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️

I always look forward to your thoughts, they mean the world to me. You love them as much as I do and it's blowing my mind 🥹🥰

I loooove knowing your favorite one 😍😍😍 I never thought about it, but yeah, 911 is the only one taking place outside their home 🙏 I gotta think about another one 😁

As you know, I'm working on their backstory. So here's the mood board wip 😘

thank you so much baby, love you so much ❤️🫶

[mothandpidgeon]

Bwahahaha I saw your New York-Beyoncé meme post today and laughed so hard 🤣🤣 what’s even more hilarious is that I actually have this one saved (and I use it constantly) 🤭🤭🤭

I’m cracking up. The New York meme is one of my absolute favorites. You get me.

[msjarvis]

Darling!! Hope you are having a wonderful weekend! I know you are very busy, but in case you were inclined (no pressure!) I have a Happy Pedro Hours ask for you as well 🥰🥰

Ok, Din does NOT understand social media.

But Greef and Peli are both on TikTok and Din and Grogu have on occasion appeared in their videos (for some reason, all the ones with the little womp rat go "viral" whatever that means?!?)

Who is more likely to become a TikTok sensation, Greef Karga or Peli Motto?

(Bonus: what is their shtick? Most popular type of content?)

^Greef whenever he has to film Din 🤣🤣

Hehehe! Hope you have fun with this if you get the chance and thank you again for everything! xoxo

Ohhh definitely Peli! 😃😃😃

She's direct, brutally honest and she was born to be in front of a camera! 🤣

She makes TikTok tutorials in how to repair / modify your starship... Her content is basically like MTV Pimp My Ride but in TikTok format... 😂😂😂

Even if she has noticed that her most view videos are the one she secretly films from time to time when a certain Mando comes to her hangars and, one way or another, ends up bickering with her droids... 😆

Thank you for your ask, Dearest!! ✨💖✨

[happypedrohours]

Oh! And another virtual bar request please: boozy Maxwell Lord? He seems like he would have a a real fancy drink 🤭🤭 Thank you!

Hello again my Love... ☺️ Here's your second drink... 😀

- The Maxwell Cocktail -

1 1/2 ounces Square One cucumber vodka

1/4 ounce Cointreau

3/4 ounce cucumber juice

1/2 ounce lemon juice, freshly squeezed

1/4 ounce agave nectar

Brut Champagne or other sparkling wine chilled, to top

Recipe for two serves. (Let's be hones.. One is never enough for Maxwell 😏) Add the cucumber vodka, Cointreau, cucumber juice, lemon juice and agave nectar into a large shaker with ice and shake until well-chilled. Double-strain, dividing between two flutes. Top each flute with Champagne and chill the rest of the bottle in an ice bucket. While drinking, top with more Champagne as desired. Enjoy! 😊

Hope you like it!! Thank you for your second order!! ✨💖✨

[misstokyo7love]

Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!! 💖✨️💖

Awww…thank you for spoiling me with all your beautiful stories 🥰

[perotovar]

Happy happy birthday! Thanks for being such a cool bean 🫘 🥹

ahh you're so sweet for saying so! thank you, honey 🥹

[aurorawritestoescape]

Good morning!

🤭🤭🤭

Ahahahha thank you, love!! I laughed out loud at that😆😆😆

Good morning to you, lovely! Here it’s 7 pm and I’m already drunk at a work party😅😘 MUAH! Love you 💖🌺

[wildemaven]

Oh my goodness! I’m so happy you enjoyed this! I really appreciate that you not only took the time to read it, but to reblog it as well! 💕

I remember having this Random Dad Dave thought last year and thinking how sweet he’d be with his kids around the holidays 🎄

Thanks again for taking the time to read and share!

caught kissing santa | dave york

-> pairing: dave york x f!reader

-> word count: 1586

-> content warnings: 18+ blog; established relationship/reader is married to Dave and stepmom to his kids, mentions of food and drinks, non-religious Christmas celebrations and Santa beliefs, alluding to sexy time but no smut, kissing, mentions reader is wearing pajama pants, fluff, soft Dave, one use of ‘good girl’.

-> note: this literally came to me this morning and i whipped it up during nap time. Not beta’d, so all mistakes and misspelling are my own fault!! -> masterlist / holi-dave masterlist

“So let me get this straight. You saw Santa last night. In the flesh. Just standing in our living room?” 

You hear Dave ask Alice to retell her story again from where you’re standing at the kitchen counter, pouring steamed milk into your coffee. Except this time, he encourages her to tell it at a slower pace  so you both could catch every word of it. 

��Yeah!! I was thirsty and wanted to get some water. So I got up to go downstairs, but when I got to the stairs I could see him in the living room.” Alice says, sitting across from Dave at the kitchen table where there’s a huge breakfast of pancakes, waffles and all the sweet toppings laid out. Her excitement is infectious. Her innocence is still palpable and going strong, as she states she saw Santa with her own eyes. 

“And what was he doing?” Dave encourages Alice to share more as he spoons several helpings of  mini chocolate chips onto his stack of pancakes with a hearty serving of peanut butter melting over the top. 

“Putting our presents under the tree.” Her words were muffled by a mouth full of sliced strawberries. 

“Hmm. I guess that makes sense. Where were you Molly, when all this excitement was going down?” Dave looks over to the youngest of his two girls, who’s been enjoying her own helping of pancakes with a mixture of berries and chocolate chips piled on top. 

“Sleeping.” You snicker into your cup at Molly’s blunt response. Her mild temperament was proof enough that the apple doesn’t fall far from the Dave York tree. 

You turn and lean against the kitchen counter, so you can watch the rest of their conversation unfold. 

It took some convincing to get Dave to go along with your idea of dressing up as the Jolly Man in Red this year. Knowing that Alice gets up every night to get herself a glass of water, it was the perfect set up for her to happen upon. Thankfully Dave folds easy to your convincing pleas and a good make out session on the couch late into the night seals the deal. 

Alice had come to you a few weeks ago about the matter. Asking about the validity of whether or not Santa was real. She had heard her friends talking about how they were getting too old to believe in such a silly thing and how it was their parents all along. You could sense the turmoil of her wanting to still believe in the idea of Santa, but also wanting to feel a part of her friend group who seem to be eagerly growing into their not quite pre-teen selves. 

As her stepmom, you didn’t feel like it was your place to have such a turning point conversation with her. Wanting to leave that for Dave and Carol to broach the topic with her if it were to come up again, supporting whatever their approach would be. You told Alice that Santa is real and he makes sure to bring a little holiday magic each year to everyone, no matter how old they are. Your answer seemed to satisfy her inquisitive mind and gave you an idea to give her a little extra Christmas gift in case this would be her last year believing in Saint Nick. 

“What was Santa doing?” Dave sits back into the chair to take in the rest of what Alice had to say. His arms crossed over his broad chest. Your attention is briefly drawn to the way his gray nightshirt pulls tight over his shoulders and back, then quickly refocusing back to Dave and the girls. 

“Putting all the presents under the tree. He had a big bag of them, too.” Her arms stretched out to give him an idea of how big the bag was. 

You smile at the way Dave is giving her his full attention. Never letting on that he was the one wearing the suit late into the night as he placed each present under the tree in the living room, while you watched him from where you sat under a blanket on the couch. Snapping a few photos of him as he really got into character with each gift. Pausing every so often, his hands on his waist, complaining how miserable and hot it would be to actually be Santa in the thick red suit and beard for an entire evening. He even warned that your gifts would be lost if you continued to laugh at his misery. 

Pushing off the counter, you join the three of them at the table. Settling into the open chair next to Dave, as you continue to sip from the warm coffee in your mug. 

“So did you say anything to him? Ask him if he brought you anything special this year?” You ask Alice. 

“No! I was worried I would scare him away and that he’d take our presents with him.” Her eyes widened as shakes her head no. It warms your heart hearing her response to this whole situation, the exact reaction you were hoping for. 

“Oh! I didn’t even think of that. We wouldn’t want him to take everything away that he brought for us.” You say looking over to Dave who’s smiling into his own cup of coffee. 

“He also seemed a little busy once he was done putting all the presents out. So I just went back to bed. Wanted to be surprised when I woke up this morning.” You’re confused by what she means when she said he was busy.

“Busy? How so?” You ask before taking another drink. 

“Well—“ She pauses and looks at Dave, as if to search for the right words before continuing, then back to you. “I saw something else before I went back to bed.” 

“What would that be?” Dave’s gaze shifts over to you momentarily when he inquires about what exactly Alice saw. Clearing his throat as he adjusts his position in the wooden chair and grabbing for his mug to keep his hands busy, his grip on it tightened and his knee bouncing at a steady pace. His fidgety movements are a telltale sign that he’s anxious— valid, given the way Alice has you all hanging by her every word at the moment. 

“I saw you kissing Santa under the mistletoe that’s hanging over the fireplace.” Alice looks you straight in the face when she says it. 

Dave nearly spits out the sip of coffee he had just taken. Coughing into his napkin as silence takes over the entire room. Molly halts her pancake devouring to stare at you with a shocked expression. 

“Oh! Umm, well—“ You fumble over your words. Sheer panic runs through your body as you try to come up with something quickly as to why Alice would have seen you kissing “Santa”. 

“Hey, girls look at what time it is. Your mom is going to be here in 20 minutes to pick you up. How about you go on upstairs to get your stuff together. Brush those sticky teeth and get dressed so you’re ready to go when she gets here.” The girls cheer in unison as they both hop off their chairs and run in the direction of the stairs that lead to their rooms. The bombshell revelation is long forgotten now. 

“Oh my god!” You let out a big sigh and slump down in your chair, your head turning to see Dave silently laughing to himself. “She’s going to ask me again why I was kissing him— but I think you bought me enough time until they’re back from Carol’s.” 

Dave reaches over and grabs your hand, pulling you from your chair and into his lap. Your arms drape around his shoulders, your temple resting against his forehead. His hand smooths over your pajama clad thighs, the other resting at your hip where he gives you a few gentle squeezes. 

“Thank you for doing that for her. She might not believe in him next year, but she’ll have this Christmas as a fun memory to tell her kids when they’re asking whether or not Santa is real.”

“Thankfully all she saw was the kissing— or she would have been scarred for life.” Dave says between the soft kisses he’s giving to your neck. 

“You’re the worst!” Playfully hitting his shoulder. 

“That’s not what you were saying when Santa was showering you with all those gifts last night.” His eyebrows waggle as he looks at you, rolling your eyes back at him. Your face heats up at remembering just how many gifts you were given.

“How about when the girls leave, you slip back into that red suit— forget the beard. And you can give me some more of those wonderful gifts.” You whisper, as if your suggestion might be heard by two sets of small ears. “I might be in the giving mood and have a few for you as well.”

“I don’t know. Have you been a good girl this year?” Dave asks in a low sensuous tone. 

“The best!” You manage to say before his hand is pulling your face to his, kissing you with earnestness. 

The sound of feet bounding down the stairs cuts the kiss short. Alice and Molly making their way back into the living room to pick up where they left off with their new toys. 

“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.” Dave places the softest kiss to your lips. 

“Merry Christmas, Dave.”

[milla-frenchy]

Hello my dear!! Happy Sunday! Hope you’ve had a wonderful weekend and a very happy Pedro hours 😘

I’m popping in with a silly Never Have I Ever ask 😊 Never have I ever… gone to a Haunted House (real or fun!) As you may already know, I am a scaredy cat 🤭

Happy sunday bb ❤️ It was a perfect weekend, I hope yours was too ❤️

I have 😁 the haunted mansion at Disney and some horror escape rooms. I love the vibes 👻🎃🧟

(yeah, I heard that 😽)

Thank you for asking 😘

[baronessvonglitter]

I read so many fics over the holidays and found great new (well, new to me) authors. Starting next month I'll be doing monthly fic recs instead because whoa.. this is a lot ❤️

Please take time to read these stories, and others by these creative and beautiful people 💫 And mind the tags, as the majority of these blogs are 18+ and come with their own warnings.

dividers by @plum98 👑

Joel Miller

Borrowed Time by @aurorawritestoescape ~ Joel x f!reader

Darkest Desires by @myownwholewildworld ~ Boston QZ!Joel x f!reader.

Fade Into You by @probablyreadinsmut ~ Joel x Afab! Reader

Girl Dinner by @slimybeth69 ~ kidnapped!Joel x isolated&unhinged&potentially crazy!reader

A good grade by @itwasntimethatdidit40 ~ Perv Art Professor!Joel x afab!reader

Guilty Pleasure by @for-a-longlongtime ~ dbf!Joel x reader

A Hell of a Morning by @aurorawritestoescape ~ Stepdad!Joel x f!reader

It feels like hope by @itwasntimethatdidit40 ~ Hot Priest!Joel x f!reader

Lock the Gate by @almostfoxglove ~ Joel x f!reader

The Older One by @frannyzooey ~ Joel x f!reader

Overloaded by @katiexpunk ~ Joel and Tommy Miller X fem!Reader

Pregame Play by @joelmillerisapunk ~ Dbf!Joel x reader

Seeing Pink by @gutsby ~ Joel x Reader

Texas Red by @studioghibelli ~ Joel x reader

this one thing you did by @joelscruff ~ Joel x f!reader

Three Strikes by @maiamore ~ Joel x f!reader

Unwrapped by @sunshinehaze1 ~ Joel x f!reader (f. Marcus Acacius & Lucilla Aurelius)

The Warden by @arcanefox207 ~ GameWarden!Joel x F!Reader

you got me thinkin' nonsense by @joelmillerisapunk ~ Dbf!Joel x F!reader

Dave York

In Vino Veritas by @yxtkiwiyxt ~ dave x f!reader

The Lonely Space Between Floors by @morallyinept ~ Dave x F!Reader

One Day at a Time by @drewharrisonwriter ~ Dave x Female Reader

A Quiet Neighborhood by @itwasntimethatdidit40 ~ Dave x f!reader

The Road Not Taken by @guiltyasdave ~ Dave x f!reader

Under False Pretenses by @joelalorian ~ stepdad!dave x f!reader

Javier Pena

How could you love somebody like me? by @itwasntimethatdidit40 ~ f!reader x Javier

Lost and Found by @oliveksmoked ~ Javier x f!reader

A New Year's Distraction by @lotusbxtch ~ Javier + f!Reader

Pump by @morallyinept ~ Javier x GN!Reader

Marcus Pike

Merry Christmas, baby by @itwasntimethatdidit40 ~ Marcus P x f!reader

Sign Here, Please by @inept-the-magnificent ~ Marcus P X f!Reader

Dieter Bravo

A Better Man by @drewharrisonwriter ~ Dieter x reader

Din Djarin

Best Kept Secret by @lincolndjarin ~ bodyguard!din x princess!reader

Pero Tovar

Baron Tovar Takes a Wife by @604to647 ~ Bridgerton AU Regency!Pero x fem!reader

Confession by @sawymredfox ~ Pero x fem able-bodied reader

Marcus Acacius

Searching for the Stars Pt. 2 by @the-mandawhor1an ~ Marcus A x f!Reader

Frankie Morales

Extra cream and sugar by @itwasntimethatdidit40 ~ Frankie x f!reader

Multi/Other

Blackmail by @milla-frenchy ~ Javier Pena x fem reader x Joel Miller

Cosmic Love by @kedsandtubesocks ~ Marcus Acacius x F!Reader x Marcus Pike

Datura by @suzdin ~ Joel Miller x f!reader x Dave York

Don't say a word if this word is not "please" by @itwasntimethatdidit40 ~ General!Marcus Acacius X slave trader!Javier Peña

Fuckboy by @sizzlingcloudmentality ~ unnamed ppu character x f!reader

Paris, Texas by @almostempty ~ Joel Miller x Javier Pena x f!reader

[maroonpascal]

@604to647 when I say that this review made me all emotional and that it just made my whole day !!! 😭💖💖 thank you so so much for taking the time to write such kind words, it really means the world to me 💞💞

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: you and Frankie have broken up but one night a panic attack makes you resort to the only person who can calm you

Warnings: panic attacks, breakup, a bit of angst, fighting verbally, pet names (darling, honey, babe, mi amor)

Words count: 3.8k

Notes: does the ending deserve a second part? Let me know ❤️ // lyrics in the title: The way I loved you - Taylor Swift

You’re grasping for air, everything feeling like it is collapsing on you, chest tightening as you hold a hand over your chest, trying to ease the pain but failing as it is not a pain that comes from the surface: it comes from within, it’s inside your chest and nothing could ease it right now, nothing could make your heart go slower and make it stop pounding in your chest, your rib cage hurting for the fast breathing.

Nothing but his touch, that familiar touch that would bring you calm and would bring you back to reality. But you don’t have him next to you, not after the breakup. Fights were never a thing between you two, there was never the need to raise your voice, until when three weeks ago you both did that. And right now you’re so caught up in the panic attack that you’re hating even more the reason why you fought, because it is denying you from having him next to you.

Hands tremble as you take the phone from the nightstand, and among the blur of the tears you scroll your contacts, and there is no one else that you would want to call, if not him.

You shouldn’t, after everything that’s happened and especially at such hour of the night, but eventually you press on his name, that name followed by heart emojis that you refuse to change, no matter how cheesy it can look.

The phone rings once, twice, three times and with your chest tightening even more you’re about to put it down, when the line gets picked up on the other side.

“Darlin’?” His husky voice lets you take a big breath.

But it is not enough, still unable to even pronounce a single word, let alone formulate a phrase.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he picks up immediately what is going on, having known and seen you having these attack more than once.

“Breathe with me, alright?”

You follow his instructions, letting that voice guide you and still, it is not enough, you would need him right by your side, holding the bedsheets close to your chest, trying to search for some comfort.

“Everything is alright, one more.” He says, you following his breathing. And you haven’t uttered a word since you picked up the phone, struggling to breathe and not being able to say anything.

“There you go, honey, there you go.” He coos when your breathing is starting to slow down, your eyes watering with tears, and a sob escaping your lips, covering your mouth with your hand but not in time, hot tears marking your cheeks and your fingers.

You hear him sighing on the other side, “Let it all out, it’s okay.” He keeps reassuring you, as you hold yourself with your arms, shaking your head as if he could see you, because nothing is okay. You miss him like hell, that lacking lacerating your chest and carving your heart, making it hurt even more than the panic attack. Your throat is hoarse, burning for the breathing and the tears that you had tried to hold back, failing.

“I’m coming over, darling, I’m coming over. Just keep breathing, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Frankie you don’t have to-” Your voice croaky, but he is having none of that, clicking his tongue on the other side of the line, “I do, instead. Wait for me.”

The room is silent again after you close the call, holding your knees to your chest, silence so hollow that it feels like it’s gonna swallow you, and that just reminds you how it would have been different if he was already here, if he had been sleeping by your side, holding you. And well, sometimes you wanted to hold him too, him bantering about the fact that he couldn’t be the little spoon, but he would shut up really quick when he would feel your arms around his torso, nuzzling behind his neck and delivering kisses all over his skin. He wouldn’t admit that, but he secretly enjoyed it even more than holding you, melting in your arms while being lulled to sleep and letting go of all his fears and nightmares. Because if you have yours, well he definitely has his, after whatever happened on the Andes.

So Frankie knows what it feels like to have one of these, to be trapped in your thoughts and your fears, in a cruel realm.

Those damn expeditions were the reason why that day you were arguing so much, you exasperated by another “trip” he was organising, as you shook your head at him, tears running on your face at the thought of what had happened last time, how you thought you had lost him forever. You would never tell him what he has to do, never prohibiting him anything, but this is the only thing that you’re gonna prevent him from doing. Frankie putting himself in danger for whatever reason and you having to wait for him to come back, hoping that he will come back in one piece? Not on your watch, not another time.

“Frankie I don’t want you to go, and you know why.” You had argued, your throat tight because of the tears.

“I came back last time, what are you so afraid of?”

Those words made you not only sadder, but even angrier at him, “You came back, you say? And tell me, how did you come back, uh? With nightmares so bad that you would sleep one hour per night,” you start counting the things on your fingers, your chest rising and falling quickly, “You would flinch at every single noise and your hands would tremble every time that the memories got the best of you, taking you somewhere else; you couldn’t even stand the rain because somehow even that reminded you of that trip.”

“Have you forgotten all of that?” You had pledged when he was giving you no response, “I haven’t,” he raised his shoulders, “But this time it will be different.”

You clicked your tongue, “Different? As in you will not come back at all? What is gonna be the difference, catfish?” Your blood pumping faster, feeling it in your jugular, so loud.

Frankie went on the things he would have gotten out of this trip, but you already lost him, you lost him the moment he had decided to go.

“You know what, Frankie?” You thundered, rising your hands in defeat, “Go on that trip, if that is what you want.” You took the keys from the kitchen isle, pointing then one at him, “But do not expect to find me here, waiting for you.”

You slammed the door of his house behind you, eyes burning with tears as you made your way to your car, parked along the sidewalk. Once in, you had placed your head on the steering wheel, crying silent tears that soon had become sobs, and God only knows how you managed to arrive back home safely that day.

A few water drops start hitting the window, that sound almost making you company, rhythmic like the thud of your heartbeat still ringing in your ears, still feeling it in your throat. He didn’t go on that trip though, you think right now, as you had accidentally met his friend a couple of days ago, telling you that it had been cancelled for good, and you wonder if he had done it for you, if some of your words had had an effect on him.

You’re still holding your phone when the noise of the door being unlocked reaches you, steps approaching the bedroom.

“Darlin’?” He calls from the hallway, and you let out a “I’m here.” Weak, but loud enough for him to hear it.

Your heartbeat for some kind of reason slows down the moment he crosses the bedroom door, his hair a little damp, like his denim shirt with raindrops staining it temporarily.

There’s in you the urge to stretch your hand towards him, to pull him close to you, but there is also the distance between you two blocking you, a metaphorical distance, a distance that is letting its eerie presence between you two, like the fog rising outside.

“You came.”

“You called.”

Frankie looks at you from the doorframe before taking few steps towards the bed, his look studying you, apprehension lingering on him; he’s close enough to sit on it, but he still hesitates, unsure about what to do in a room where none of you two have ever been unsure about something. Your bottom lip quivers at the sight of him so close to you, but still so unreachable.

“How are you feeling?” He croaks, holding himself in his arms, fighting the urge to hug you, thinking that it would be too much all of a sudden.

You clear your hoarse throat, “Better, I think, I’m- I’m breathing at least.”

He nods, now finally sitting on the edge of the bed, just on your side, “Was it a bad dream? Or a plain attack?” He asks, smoothing his hand a bit on the bedsheets, your eyes following his movement, that hand that you would love to hold and that you have pressed so many times on this very bed, intertwined with yours.

You clear your mind from that thought, “Just an attack, no nightmares.” You utter, costing you so much to pronounce some words.

But your eyes betray your emotionless words, being glimmering for the tears that still are coming up.

His hand keeps smoothing on the tissue, now closer to your knee, and it goes just above it, rubbing it gently, and even a gesture like that brings you comfort right now.

“Frankie, I- it felt so horrible, I thought I wouldn’t have ever breathed again.” You blurt out, chest burning.

He furrows his eyebrows, fighting his brain telling him to not come closer to you, and his heart instead telling him to embrace you in a hug, beating fast just at the thought.

And with Frankie, the heart always wins.

He can’t bear hearing that soft crying without doing anything, so he gets up and then sits next to you, embracing you in a hug that takes your breath away and then gives you oxygen at the same time.

He brings a hand behind your neck, circling his thumb there, “It’s okay, I’m here now, it’s okay.” Voice warm like the hug you’re in now, his heartbeat close to your ear making you forget about everything else for a moment, stilling in you that calmness that you need so much.

You instinctively grip on his shirt, hiding on his chest, the smell of rain on him mixed with his perfume as you nuzzle your face on it.

Frankie lets the back of his hand going over your shoulder, in a soothing movement up and down over your arm, “You’re alright, babe, I’m here.”

The thought of him leaving sooner or later makes you grip the shirt harder in your fist, “Don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He promptly says, and he breaks the unspoken rule of not kissing you, as he lands a kiss on your forehead, thumb passing there right after.

You sink in that hug, even though you’re not sure about his words, he’s gonna go once you’re gonna be calmed down, and the fear that this might happen again plants itself into you.

“But you will go later?” You echoes, your breathing much better now, but keeping yourself in that hug for as long as possible, until your tears will dry up.

“Honey, you know that-” He doesn’t even know how to finish the phrase, because he knows that he will have to go, to leave you.

Your brain works through all the things that could happen if he stayed, and none of them is as worrying as him leaving you.

He’s your ex, you have broken up and him staying doesn’t mean getting back together… or does it?

You raise your head, your chin on his chest, “Just for tonight?” Bottom lip quivering, and his big sigh makes his chest rise and then fall down.

He doesn’t answer though, pressing his lips against your forehead again, your hand instinctively reaching for his cheek, how you have missed the feeling of his beard under your palm.

His warm hand wraps around your wrist, moving your hand gently way, and he can’t even bear to look at you as he does that, his inner moral telling him that if you broke up there’s a reason, or make it plural, and there is no need to fall back into that.

You smile bitterly as he unwraps you from the hug, pulling up the bedsheets over your lap, “Feeling better?” Not an answer, just another question.

You silently nod, seeing him getting up and adjusting the pillows behind you; his hand goes over your shoulder, gently pushing you down, closer to the mattress, “Then you should try to get some sleep.” He utters, and his lucid eyes betray him, betray his reluctance to admit that nothing has completely ended between you two, that all that you’re doing right now is a construction, thinking this is how you’re supposed to act as a broken up couple. But everything feels forced, the denied proper kisses, the hands reaching for each other but never holding and the eyes saying so many words even with just a sparkle.

“I’ll be here until you fall asleep.” He reassures you as you’re on the soft pillows, passing a hand over your face and cocooning in the bedsheets.

Frankie sees you closing your eyes and he absently reaches out his hand, retracting it immediately from brushing it on your hair. And he thinks that this is so stupid, at the same time cannot helping thinking there is no other way.

The darkness swallows him as he turns off the light on the nightstand, having seen you breathing slowly and not moving; the rain is still pouring outside, rhythmically hitting the window and he closes a bit the curtains of the bedroom, since a few lightnings have started to break the sky now.

He gets away from the window, pacing a little in the bedroom, not even sure on what he’s supposed to do right now; well, his head tells him that he should leave, he came here to check on you and calm you down, mission accomplished, and now it would be time to go back to his home, but his heart tells another story as always.

He sits on the edge of the bed, sighing and taking in the perfume in this room, your perfume, and passing a hand through his hair.

But eventually as he fights an inner battle, he gets up, feet feeling heavy and every step towards the living room and then the door requiring so much effort, the house pulling him in with some kind of force.

Hand around the handle, he only has to push the door open and everything would be fine, he can do it.

—

Frankie is many things, he’s messy, he’s stubborn and passionate, but there is one thing that he is not.

He is not a hypocrite. That is why he never pushed open that door, thinking how hypocrite it would be to come all the way here, and leaving like nothing happened when instead his heart is heavy and at the same time warm. He never got to his car under the pouring rain, driving while fighting back the tears.

He is not a hypocrite, he turned from the door and headed back to your bedroom, checking on you, and then sitting on the armchair in the corner. Sure, he had to move some of your clothes left there, eyes crinkling when he found a t-shirt of his, a bit wrinkled, but with your perfume on it. It’s not the most comfortable solution, but he doesn’t think that it would be right to lay in bed, especially when you’re already asleep, so he will bear it for one night. He wouldn’t be able to sleep at his home either, so why bothering much.

—

Humidity is sticking his clothes on him, making him feel colder, and that is what wakes him up, squinting his eyes a bit at the light coming from outside; the sun is rising, and there is no trace of any storm right now, the dark clouds having left place for the warm light.

He stretches, and obviously he’s welcomed by back pain, a gift from spending the night on the armchair; it’s all worth it though when he lays his eyes on you, seeing the peaceful expression on your face as you’re still sleeping, chest rising and falling at a slower pace and he takes in that image, knowing that could be the last time he sees you like that.

And still, Frankie doesn’t have it in his heart to leave, he thinks as he paces until the kitchen, taking the necessary to prepare some coffee, muscle memory as he takes all the tools and the coffee from the shelves. He’s sipping on it when he hears some footsteps in the hallway, “Darling, it’s me.” He says loudly, not wanting to scare you or making you think somebody else is in the house.

You stop in your tracks for a moment, your heart skipping a beat only to beat faster again when you find him in the kitchen, leaning back on the kitchen counter, sleepy look on his face. And he has never looked this gorgeous.

Only few feet separate you from him, and you would love to just run to him, jump in his arms because such is the happiness of finding him still here. But you won’t do any of that, not right now.

Your common sense stops you, but your face lights up, “You stayed!” You beam from the doorframe, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

“I did,” he says, “I know you want to, so… come here.” He gives in, widening his arms, and one second after you’re engulfed by his arms, hugging him tight, that warmth against your cheek and his lips just landing a brief kiss over your hair.

He rubs his hand a bit on your back, “How are you feeling this morning?” He checks in, and you leave his arms to have a better look at him, “I’m good.” You sincerely utter, “And you’re here so…”

He smiles softly, “Took the liberty to make coffee, you want some?” He asks, diverting the talking.

So you’re now sipping the coffee that your ex boyfriend made in your kitchen, while he’s looking at you with that longing glance in his eyes, like he’s looking at something now forbidden.

“Thank you for staying, by the way.” Your hands now warmed up by the mug.

Frankie waves his hand, letting his mug in the sink, “I did what my heart told me to.” His arms now wrapped around himself, hugging himself. That is something you’ve seen him doing many times when he’s in need of comfort.

“Your heart told you to make coffee too and to wait for me to wake up?” You jokingly ask, him shaking his head, mirroring your smile.

“Maybe it did, yeah.”

Fighting the urge to kiss him right now might be the hardest thing you’ve ever done, seeing him in this warm light.

“And you’re not leaving.” You absently say, it’s more something that you just thought but somehow it left your lips too.

“I mean, I’m up, you saw that I’m alright and everything and still-”

“Do you want me to leave, because of course I can-” He anxiously says, but you gesture your hand at him.

“No, mi amor, no.”

And you realise too late that those words have left your mouth, that you called him my love.

He raises his head in a heartbeat, look softening but a bitter smile now on his lips, “I loved when you called me like that.” He murmurs, still his arms wrapped around himself.

Your hand now covers your lips, almost as you got burned by those words.

“So you don’t want me to leave… where is this gonna lead, darling?” He asks, and you notice a glimpse of tears in his eyes, shutting your eyes for a moment at that sight.

“I- I don’t know.” But your answer hides the truth, you both know that. “I just want you here with me because I miss you, and I don’t want to imagine my life without you again.”

Frankie pinches the bridge of his nose, and he wishes that things were easier. “Should we act like the breakup never happened then? Should we go back to normal ignoring why we broke up?”

And the feeling of losing him another time hurts even more.

“No, but we could learn from the mistakes, because that was a mistake, Frankie. Like, look at us. You ran here for me, spending the night sleeping on the armchair and you would have taken the pavement if there wasn’t one, and now you’re still here and-”

And you want to kiss him so bad. You’re dangerously closer to him, your fingers reaching his hair and brushing it from his eyes, getting even closer and standing on your tiptoes.

“Aren’t you gonna stop me?” You whisper, landing a kiss on his cheek, and Frankie shakes his head.

All it took was one look at you, and he had gotten rid of any reasoning telling him to not get closer to you again. He had pushed it aside, and maybe, just maybe, this will mean nothing.

But he highly doubts it when finally he has your lips over his, hand cupping your cheek and the other on your waist, pulling you even closer. It’s like breathing for the first time after ages, the kiss getting deeper real quick and that is an euphemism for two people who swore to have broken up and not wanting to be back together.

You breathe him in, his hand digging on your tshirt, and soon you’re all attached to him, bumping on his crotch.

“Fuck.” You exhale, feeling him, “So much for wanting to leave, uh?” You briefly tease, before kissing him again, hand in his hair.

His hands go lower, reaching behind your thighs, and that is when he lifts you up, landing you over the kitchen isle, still kissing you.

He’s now between your legs and well, you definitely didn’t expect to end up in this situation so soon.

“You asked where this was going to lead…” You utter, leaving his lips and starting to give pecks over his neck, Frankie gripping the kitchen isle. “I have quite a few ideas.”

“You do?” He teases back, and in response you start unbuttoning his jeans shirt, going on with the kisses, now tracing his collarbones and chest.

“Yeah,” you kiss him again on his neck, then whispering over his skin, “But let’s take it to the bedroom.”

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Happy Thanksgiving/November 28!

Ignoring the Thanksgiving "America Rules" whitewashing when we committed atrocities against the true Americans. I will take a moment to be thankful for what I have today. I am very thankful this year for all of the friends I've made and all of the stories I've gotten to share with y'all. Not to be too dramatic or get too real but this year hasn't been the easiest for me and having this little website and community sure has put salve on some of the sadness. Let's go forth and keep supporting each other and making a community that we can all be thankful for.

I invited some guys over for dinner. Who are you having for dessert?

Forever the most grateful for @ohheypedrito and our friendship.

Tagging some people invited to the party whose invitations never made it to them. Next time I won't have Dieter in charge of mail. (If I forgot you, I am sorry... the parade is distracting me.)

@magpiepills, @schnarfer, @mothandpidgeon, @devineconjuring, @beefrobeefcal

@sawymredfox, @bitchesuntitled, @goodwithcheese, @secretelephanttattoo, @jolapeno

@maggiemayhemnj, @yourcoolauntie, @yopossum, @ace-turned-confused, @jennaispunk

@artsy-girl-76, @justagalwhowrites, @sixhours, @timelordfreya, @hellfire-state-of-mind

@tinytinymenace, @perotovar, @mando-abs, @littlemisspascal, @luxurychristmaspudding

@guiltyasdave, @yxtkiwiyxt, @morallyinept, @itwasntimethatdidit40, @rulexofxnines

@grogusmum, @jessthebaker, @javierpena-inatacvest, @covetyou, @theetherealbloom

@quinnnfabrgay, @joelalorian, @almostfoxglove, @almostempty, @604to647

@thundermartini, @evolnoomym, @the-mandawhor1an, @mysterious-moonstruck-musings, @for-a-longlongtime

@baronessvonglitter, @80ssong, @lokischocolatefountain, @pedropeach, @tonysopranosrobe

@moonlitbirdie, @wannab-urs, @daddydindjarin, @sunshinehaze1, @sizzlingcloudmentality

@mountainsandmayhem, @murder-wife, @shchristine, @jksprincess10, @qveerthe0ry

@plasticpascal, @chippedowlmug, @reddedmiller, @pedgito, @undutchable11

@sp00kymulderr, @yorksgirl, @clawdee, @strang3lov3, @survivingandenduring

@lorettafudge, @burntheedges, @msjarvis, @la-vie-est-une-fleur29, @skbeaumont

@tightjeansjavi, @mrsmando, @penvisions, @scp116, @polaroidpascal

@harriedandharassed, @romanarose, @arcanefox207, @pedrospatch

[almostfoxglove]

pedro pascal cinematic universe au series

✨ moodboards by @almostfoxglove ✨ > find the tag for all moodboards here!

masterlist & fics inspired by series below the cut!

✨ moodboard masterlist (more to come, probably)

vampire!javier peña | knight!din djarin | farmer!joel miller ghost hunter!tim rockford | pirate!dave york time traveler!frankie morales | charon!din djarin fallen angel!joel miller | oracle!oberyn martell | pestilence!ezra werewolf!javier gutiérrez | telekinetic!marcus pike noir detective!oberyn martell | ghost!dieter bravo | soldier!jack daniels grim reaper!jack daniels | king!pero tovar | fugitive!ezra immortal!tim rockford | demon!joel miller | siren!javier peña hermes!frankie morales | regency lord!din djarin frankenstein's monster!tim rockford | jekyll & hyde!joel miller orpheus!ezra | cyborg!din djarin | vigilante!javier peña

✨ fics inspired by moodboards

beyond time's edge by @galway-girlatwork (time traveler!frankie)

bite me nicely by @jolapeno (vampire!javi)

crossroads by @thosewickedlovelies (demon!joel)

dodge by @604to647 (vigilante!javi)

if the wind turns by @itsokbbygrl (fallen angel!joel)

rockford, p.i. by @ladamedusoif (ghost hunter!tim)

the fallen warrior series by @bluestar22x (fallen angel!joel)

the way to a great wide somewhere by @myownwholewildworld (regency lord!din)

what was I made for? by @604to647 (frankenstein's monster!tim)

if you've written a fic inspired by one of the moodboards and I've missed it - please don't be shy <3

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[joelmillerisapunk]

Tysm for the tags my lovely bbs 🥹 @sunshinehaze1 @gothcsz @itwasntimethatdidit40 @sawymredfox @evolnoomym @sanarsi @milla-frenchy @thundermartini a big thanks to @jolapeno for starting this whole thing what a wonderful way to end the year 🥰 and @/saradika-graphics for the divider

I can't really believe it's almost 2025 where has the time gone?!

I want to thank all of the lovely people that have ever made their way to my blog, my likes, reblogs, asks, inbox, discord and my life I appreciate every notification, every interaction and every single ounce of you all more than you will ever know. I never expected to find so many amazing friends and find so many amazing stories - some that will truly stick with me in my heart forever, some that got me through the hardest parts of my year. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you, thank you, thank you! 😘💖 what an amazing thing it is to build a community that can not only be so supportive of one man but also each other.

Oneshots:

Subscribe ~ Dbf!Joel miller x f!reader

Summary: When Joel accidentally stumbles upon your only fans, he convinces himself he's only subscribing to help you through college. And then you send him his top-tier subscriber personal video and he's fucked because you don't even know it's him your dad's best friend.

A sweet arrangement ~ sugardaddy!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You sign up for a sugar daddy app. What's the worst that could happen?

Unbelievable ~ mechanic!Joel x f!reader

Summary: the 'It's not just your car that needs fixing, is it?' Trope

My dirty little secret bfd!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel's tired of being hard all the fucking time while you're around and gives you a taste of your own medicine.

Series:

Howdy Honey Masterlist ~ Ranch Hand!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: After a tumultuous fall from your horse that leaves you with a fractured wrist and bruised ribs, you find solace in the strong arms and gentle care of Joel Miller, the new ranch hand whose rugged exterior hides a tender heart.

Sugar Daddy AU Masterlist ~sugardaddy!Joel x f!reader

Summary: You sign up for a sugar daddy app. What's the worst that could happen?

Npt: @thundermartini @aurorawritestoescape @arcanefox207 @604to647 @almostempty @lotusbxtch @syd-djarin

[aurorawritestoescape]

I’m finally taking part in Tootathon and I’m so excited! Huge thank you to @jolapeno for coming up with such a wholesome and wonderful event! I’ve been seeing and admiring everyone’s posts about their 2024 faves and I’m smooching y’all for the tags😘 @sawymredfox @myownwholewildworld @joelmillerisapunk @milla-frenchy @itwasntimethatdidit40 @mermaidgirl30 @sanarsi @sunshineispunk @evolnoomym @iamasaddie 💖 dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

SERIES

Bad Blood - step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Summary: you want your stepdad and your step uncle offers to help.

ONE SHOTS

Always And Forever - Jackson Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel comes home after a hard day on patrol and you comfort him.

Good Girl - Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: you get caught in the rain on your way to Professor Miller’s house and your lesson gets derailed.

Steam - Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: you take a shower with Javi

Table For Three - Joel Miller x f!reader x Dave York

Summary: you’re having a great time on your date but a man from your past interrupts it and makes it…better?

His - dark!Joel x f!reader x dark!Tommy x m!OCs

DDDNE NON CON gangbang - Heed the warnings!!

Addicted - Max Phillips x f!reader

Summary: Max gives you everything you need but can you stop when the pleasure gets addictive?

Going Down - Joel Miller x f!reader | Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: you have a hot boyfriend and a hot ex who’s still obsessed with you. Why not get the best of both worlds?

ART AND EDITS

Joel Miller - pencil drawing

I saved her - tlou season 2 edit

Joel takes you to dinner - moodboard

FAV FIC MOODBOARDS

I feel like I’ve ‘tooted’ myself pretty hard here😅 Writing and creating have been very therapeutic for me but the highlight of the year was definitely thirsting and yearning with my beautiful moots, connecting with amazing people all over the world, feeling their support, giving them some of my love and just being together on this hellsite. Let me tag you to share your 2024 faves (if you haven’t done it already) and also to tell you how grateful I am to all of you for being kind to me😍 @milla-frenchy @iamasaddie @toxicanonymity @evolnoomym @fruityreads @huskyfox5 @604to647 @thundermartini @sawymredfox @sunshineispunk @magpiepills @sweetlummie @ellasinnombre @joelmillerisapunk @kewwrites @mountainsandmayhem @itwasntimethatdidit40 @bonezone44 @romanarose @ozarkthedog @umnitsa @yxtkiwiyxt @guiltyasdave @morallyinept @axshadows @nervousmumbling @casa-boiardi @corazondebeskar-reads @xdaddysprincessxx @schnarfer @megangovier @tateypots @princessanglophile @nana90azevedo @bubble-pop-eclectic @mermaidgirl30 @tammythr @arcanefox207 if I missed someone pls forgive me💗 I love you all and I’m sending you my warmest hugs and kisses🫂😘 Happy holidays, my loves! I wish you the absolute best in 2025!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️