#blacksmith!frankie morales

[kedsandtubesocks]

seasons of you (year 1 - winter)

Blacksmith!Frankie Morales x F!Reader

summary: your first winter in the valley brings in a frosty breeze & a push towards a certain blacksmith

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, stardew valley AU, reader is a farmer & has a family but no physical description, shy & sweet!Frankie, major pining & yearning, friends to something more, Frankie being previously married/a bit secretive about his life, gift exchange as love language, use of nickname (Frankie calls reader “little farmer” affectionately but it’s no reflection on reader’s size), blooming romance

word count: 5.6k

a/n: we’ve arrived to Frankie’s first piece in our Stardew AU series! We’re starting ‘in the middle of things’ & it’s meant to show how slow/shy our relationship with Frankie unfolds that romance just starts rolling now, plus I needed Frankie’s story to begin this way so something else can maybe unfold in year two but that’s all I’m gonna saying lol, again couldn’t have done this without @lowlights @swiftispunk @perotovar & @burntheedges you babes are my guiding stars always and I’m eternally grateful. And to you, if you’re reading this, thank you too lovely

Snow crunches under your boots and the chilly air seeping through your coat feels different. This would be your first serious winter storm and you already sense it approaching.

Yanking open the blacksmith’s door, a wave of heat washes over and you sigh.

Thankfully Frankie’s shop is still open and you almost cry relieved.

“Sorry!” You apologize walking further towards the counter. “I know there’s five minutes left before closing, but I just wanted to swing by!”

You wanted to pick up your newly forged ax before the storm hit and of course…

You wanted to see him.

Autumn kept you so busy with the farm and the fall festival. Now you hope to see more of your favorite blacksmith.

Waiting for him, your eyes wander.

The shop, with its eternal flame flickering, holds so much personality in its walls. A military pilot flag hangs by the front. The low radio plays a soft rock ballad. A bulletin board by the side of the counter is covered in various flyers and photos. Your favorite snapshots are one of a smiling little baby girl with sweet chubby cheeks you still haven’t gotten to ask Frankie who she is. There’s another photo of a group of men in military uniform.

It’s all so familiar and welcoming now.

With all the time in the mines, you wonder if maybe your pickaxe needs work too. Sliding your backpack off, you examine your trusty tool. Worn, but not weathered, the steel speaks of the craftsmanship and skill of the blacksmith who first forged it for you.

“You waiting for that tool to do something or should I leave you two alone?”

Frankie.

You fight back a smile when his warm deep teasing voice floats in.

Frankie wasn’t this easy going with you at first. He kept his distance, was polite but rather reserved.

“He’s just shy. He was like that when I first moved in too,” Leah, your closest friend here in the valley, reassured you one night at the saloon.

Now those beautiful gem eyes of Francisco Morales blaze straight at you as he walks towards the counter. Wearing his trademark baseball cap you playfully glare at him.

“I’m just checking to see if I need to complain to my blacksmith about my pickaxe needing work.” You quip back to him.

“Oh well shit, thank god that isn’t me.” Frankie smirks and you snort at his comment.

Frankie reminds you of the flames and steel he works with. Hard working and gently intense, yet a warmth gleams beneath him and fills an entire room just like the heat from his kilns.

“You just had to come in five minutes before I closed huh?” Frankie sighs dramatically.

You think he’s teasing but guilt still strikes you quick. Rambling out apologies, you scramble to explain how it’s mainly for precaution with the storm coming.

“I can always come back later!” You urge panicking.

He chuckles, cozily deep, and you sputter to a stop.

“I kid little farmer, I kid.”

That nickname he so casually gave to you just this month sparks an electric warmth through your entire body. You weakly laugh back, not able to fully process a reply.

Frankie’s gorgeous features, his striking nose, and his warm eyes disarm you in a way that makes your knees want to fold.

He moves around the tables and workbenches to pull out your ax.

“There it is!” You happily cheer.

Frankie even playfully shows off the sleek new tool like he’s a hostess in a daytime game show and you clap appreciatively while you laugh. It surprises you how silly sometimes Frankie can be.

Moving back to the counter he places your ax onto it. Then he leans towards you and begins explaining what upgrades he did.

You should be listening, but you can’t. Not with him leaning so close to you.

You’ve had an embarrassing crush on Frankie since the first moment Mayor Lewis introduced you to him. But with how busy you’ve been settling into the valley, along with how shy and reserved Frankie is, your feelings simply have stayed crystallizing inside you.

Frankie’s diligent eyes are so focused on his work and it’s beautiful. He’s beautiful. How dedicated he is to his craft, how quietly passionate he is, you yearn to fall into him more.

Suddenly Frankie’s eyes flicker up and catch you staring at him. In a panic your gaze snaps down to your tool.

“Yup! Looks like it can still cut a tree! Good job, Morales.” You lamely reply and Frankie snorts.

You do sincerely thank him and even offer to get him coffee for making him stay this late.

Frankie waves you off casually. “Maybe next time, besides you gotta get home before the storm hits.”

He’s right. There's still so much you need to do before the night comes. The clatter of Frankie slowly shutting everything down for the night draws you out of your thoughts.

“Do you need any help?” You offer.

“Nah, I’m good. Plus I don’t need your pretty hands getting burned.” Frankie replies back.

Although he’s not looking at you, his sly compliment sends a spark through your body.

Scrambling to put your ax in its guard and then shoving it into your backpack, you thank Frankie again and plan to quietly leave.

“Wait!” Frankie suddenly calls out and you freeze.

“Wait, don’t head out yet. Let me walk you home.”

The chill from outside settles into the shop now that the fires are extinguished. Yet, Frankie’s words ignite a dizzying heat.

“Oh no it’s okay!” You quickly stammer out as a nervous energy spikes in you.

You know he lives besides the forge. It wouldn’t make sense for him to walk you home then have to head the way back here.

The lights from the back area turn off and Frankie already walks out towards you with his coat on.

Your eyes go wide.

“Come on.” He gently nudges you with his kind eyes and your body moves on autopilot.

Once outside the cold galvanizes you. The sky above stretches out a misty blue while the edges of evening’s midnight coloring slowly creeps in.

The entire walk back to your farm Frankie stays in step with you. The conversation is light, easy, simple talk of how his and your day went. Your heart hammers in your chest. Yet, it’s comforting to have someone beside you. He’s warm and stays close.

Now your farm stretches before you a soft welcome home. Frankie, like the gentleman he is, walks you to the door.

Appreciative, you warmly thank him and wish him a safe trip back home.

“Thanks and stay warm, little farmer.” He grins softly, kind.

After a sweet wave goodbye to him, you walk off the porch to do all the final errands before you call it a night.

“Wait, what’re you doing?” Frankie suddenly calls out and curiosity colors his voice.

You glance back and see he hasn’t moved an inch.

With an eased sleepy smile you tell him you have a few last minute things you need to do. Like check on your winter seeds, double check the coop and then make sure the pipes are covered.

“You need help?” He warmly asks concerned and sincere.

“Oh no, I’m good I promise!” You reply. If you were braver you’d joke about not wanting to hurt his pretty hands.

“Besides, you need to get home.” You firmly tell him.

It’s getting darker, not completely night out, but you feel guilty for Frankie walking out here.

So with one final sigh you give him a warm goodbye.

“Stay warm tonight, Morales.”

Frankie quietly grins back and you hope he makes it home safe. Now your focus turns to the small field and you kneel before it.

Your winter seeds aren’t ready just yet. A dread fills you wondering if they will last against the storm.

“What are you growing?”

Frankie.

You didn’t even hear his footsteps in the snow. Whipping your head up you watch Frankie lean down to squat beside you.

“You should be walking home!” You cry out surprised.

Frankie shrugs sleepily. “It’s still early, I’ll be fine.”

You make an indignant squeak that makes him chuckle. Frankie’s eyes return to the little saplings still making their way through the snow, stubbornly growing against the harsh winter.

“They’re just winter seeds.” You sigh explaining how you’ve been growing them mainly for the experience and money.

“You think they’re gonna make it?” He asks gently.

You hope so.

You’re about to get up when Frankie quickly stands above with his hand outstretched to you. Even though your hands are gloved and so are his, a flutter runs through your chest when you place your hand in his. Frankie lifts you up effortlessly and you thank him, trying to steady yourself.

“Alright, what’s next?” Frankie asks light.

“For you to go home, Morales!” You laugh.

“Well you’re walking towards the barn so…kinda doesn’t seem like you’re finished yet.” Frankie comments almost shyly as he stays walking beside you.

“I’m not, but I don’t need your help. Go home!” You urge with a weak laugh. Frankie simply shrugs.

Sliding open the coop door, warmth begs you to come inside. You’re thankful for investing in those barn heaters.

“Your chickens are so big.” Frankie admires quietly in awe at the sleeping birds.

You smile while double checking the coop. Everything seems secure and safe for whatever might come this way tonight.

Stepping back outside the cold air seems still, quiet.

“You need to head home.” You tell him sternly, more worried than ever about his walk back to town.

“What’s next?” He asks with steeled resolve in his voice with no sign of leaving.

“Go home Francisco.” You firmly urge saying his full name.

But then you catch the sight of your pipes and sigh. So you almost did forget to wrap them.

“You didn't wrap your pipes?” He sounds a bit worried.

“I thought I did earlier…” Now you’re extra grateful for double checking.

When the first snow came at the start of winter, everyone reassured you the pipes would be fine. It was during harder snow storms, blizzards, that you needed to be careful. And now one approaches fast.

Frankie follows you inside the house to grab the necessary materials.

You can’t even process him being in your home for the first time. Simply on a mission you and him work together swiftly grabbing duck tape, a ratty old towel and head to the pipes.

It’s a swift team effort. In minutes, the pipes are securely wrapped safely and snug. You and him even share a triumphant high five.

“I wish I could invite you in for a thank you hot chocolate but you need to head home now.” You press.

Frankie, with his hands in his coat pockets, shrugs easily.

“I can stay for some thank you hot coco.” He offers.

“You gotta get home before the storm hits!” You shriek.

He waves you off casually. “It’s not coming till later tonight I’ll be fine. Now come on, don’t you wanna impress me with your hot chocolate skills?”

The smirk he gives you is so boyishly charming, almost like he’s daring you to invite him in.

This side of him is rare. You’ve only seen him get this smug and cocky at the saloon during a game of darts. Now your heart flutters fast in your chest.

“Come on,” He pouts. “Think of this as a way to help keep me warm on the walk back.”

He makes a point. The panic of wanting him to make it home safe before the storm, becomes smaller against the thought of spending more time with this man.

To have this man in your home.

So with a sigh of defeat you crack. Nudging your chin towards the door, you let Frankie in.

He’s in your home now. You need to stay composed.

You do have budding feelings for him, something that’s evolved out of the simple crush you had. And having him here in your home feels like dipping your toe into the deep end of a pool before jumping in. But you shake those thoughts away.

“Your place is nice.” Frankie admires and you thank him.

It’s still small, cozy now that you’re slowly allowing yourself to fully settle into the old bones of your grandpa’s home.

You want to say more until Frankie’s stomach suddenly growls.

Looking at him with surprised eyes, he stares back with beautiful eyes the size of the full moons.

“Shit.”

You laugh at his panicked response.

“You okay with maybe staying and having a quick dinner or should I really kick you out so you can head home?” You leave the option up to him, place the ball in his court.

Frankie with the most bashful smile slides off his coat.

“Dinner sounds great, little farmer.”

Your heart floats up and gets tangled in your throat, but it’s incredible.

You have the leftover lasagna Evelyn gave you as a thank you. But you also think of the soup recipe you've been dying to make for this weather.

So you leave it up to your guest for the night.

“Soup or leftover lasagna?” You offer light.

Frankie’s eyebrows scrunched together adorable, thinking hard at the two options, and you keep back a giggle.

“Will the soup take you a while to make?” He sounds sweetly concerned.

You swear it will take less than twenty minutes.

“Soup it is.” Frankie grins and it touches his eyes.

You begin grabbing the various ingredients and hate how hyper aware you feel even in your own house.

“So what can I help with?” Frankie now slides beside you and you almost squeak in surprise.

For someone who makes so much noise when he works, you find he’s rather quiet, swift.

“You’re my guest, so don’t worry. Plus you’ve helped enough!” You shoo him away and don’t miss the way he playfully glares at you.

Conversation again unfolds effortlessly with him. Frankie talks about how Mayor Lewis was in the shop earlier bragging about you hitting a full year in the valley.

“And here I thought everyone had stopped gossiping about me.” You snort lightly and start grabbing the bowls.

It will be a full year since you moved to your grandpa’s family farm. However, you wonder when the newness of you living here will subside.

“There’s… still some gossip of course. Small town after all.” Frankie admits shyly, like a school boy admitting a secret.

“But don’t worry, I don’t let any of ‘em talk bad about you in my shop.” Frankie, endearingly sweet, adds. His words knock you breathless and you almost drop the bowls.

“I knew I could count on you, Morales.” You manage to say with a grin.

Thankfully quick, the soup turns out comforting and delicious. Frankie even gushes about how incredible it is and your ego inflates wild.

“Thanks so much for dinner.” Frankie beams with the brightness of a sun.

“Please, I’m the one who’s thankful for all your help.” You earnestly tell him.

“Plus, it’s nice to have good company for dinner.” You add.

“I understand,” Frankie nods. “Gets a bit quiet around my place too. S’nice to change it up.”

A dual sided emotion settles in you. You ache understanding but also yearn to uncover more about this beautiful and sturdy man.

Before you can dive more into this discussion, Frankie’s phone rings wild and loud. Hastily scrambling to grab it, once he discovers who’s calling his face drops for a flicker of a moment.

“Sorry little farmer, but gotta excuse myself real quick is that alright?” His voice wavers.

Of course you earnestly reassure him and even direct him to the bathroom so he can talk in private. Frankie thanks you graciously then rushes out.

The house is quiet and he didn’t fully close the bathroom door fully. So his conversation leaks out enough for you to catch it.

“Wait, so you wannna just spring this on me now?” His voice slices out sharp. You’ve never heard Frankie sound this upset.

“Yes of course I’m gonna take her. But do you know how fucking shitty this is, Diana? Did you even think about my schedule before you fucking planned this trip?” He snaps.

You’ve also never heard him curse and it snaps your snipe straight. He sighs incredibly frustrated and angered, allowing whoever is on the phone to talk.

“Oh yeah, yeah, real fucking nice. Always make me the bad guy, right?”

Then Frankie starts speaking fast and low in Spanish you can’t catch what he’s saying. His tone however feels barbed and venomous.

So many questions bubble up. You believe you heard the name ‘Diana’ but this could be a conversation about anything.

Now thinking about it, even though you’ve been here almost a full year… you don’t know much about Frankie personally and that truth sinks your heart.

Silence now settles into your home until Frankie’s footsteps echo returning down the hall.

“I’m so sorry.” Frankie’s voice jolts the air but with a deep sadness. “I think I’m gonna have to save that cup of hot chocolate for another day.”

You kind of figured. Besides, you didn’t want him to get caught in the storm.

Outside the air has chilled, but thankfully the snow hasn’t begun.

“Had a great time tonight, thanks again for having me for.” An earnest grace radiates from his words.

You’re the one who’s truly thankful for him and you repeatedly tell him that.

Unfortunately a dread hits you. You want to make sure he makes it home. Your worry must be evident on your face because Frankie’s eyes cloud with caution.

“Wait, what’s wrong?”

When you tell him, a beautiful relief melts on Frankie’s face that you almost wish you could capture.

“Oh come on, that’s easy to fix, little farmer.”

He pulls out his phone and hands it to you.

He’s asking for your number.

Your heart beats so rapidly in your ears when you type your digits in.

“I’ll message you when I get home. Promise.” His warm voice is gilded with truth.

“Stay safe okay Frankie?” You tell him and his gorgeous eyes soften.

“Yeah, will do. And you stay safe too okay, little farmer? Stay warm and if you need anything.”

He holds his phone up and playfully wiggles it, a signal to say you should call him. You smile unbearably big and stay on the porch watching him leave until he vanishes from your sight.

You keep busy so you’re not simply staring at your phone waiting for his message. You clean up the remnants of dinner and feel comforted seeing two bowls in your sink.

Then your phone chimes and you scramble.

An message from an unknown number:

[Made it home safe!]

Another message flickers in.

[Also this is Frankie btw :)]

[Hi! 🪓]

The little ax emoji he adds makes you giggle giddy over how adorable this man can be.

You add his name and contact info into your phone. It warms you better than any sip of hot chocolate could.

- ❆ -

“Why do we even gotta celebrate ice?” One of the kids, you think Vincent, shouts that as you reach the edge of the forest and you snicker.

When you heard about the festival of ice, it simply sounded like a way for the town to break up the winter days. But it also reminded you how earnest and endearing the town can be.

Your heart jumps fast spotting Frankie bundled in his cozy jacket. He stands close to Willy and the two of them talk low, completely engaged with each other.

Whatever they’re discussing seems serious, evident in Frankie’s hard frown and Willy’s unusual somber expression. You decide not to interrupt them.

The fishing game is the highlight of the festival and to no shock the town’s head fisherman wins.

“It’s rigged.” You tease Willy and his hearty laugh is contagious.

“Don’t worry, next year you’ll be puttin’ me to shame.” Willy proudly declares.

When the event concludes for the day, Frankie already walks off without saying a word to you.

You try not to think about it too much.

When you’re about to head to bed, you find a message alert on your phone.

Frankie:

[Good try with the fishing tournament today! Sorry I didn’t get to talk to you today… have a lot of stuff going on. Also Willy wins every year. Think Lewis even adds fish into his crate to make sure it happens lol you’re the real winner in my book ]

You laugh as warmth balloons rapidly in your chest.

This message feels like a true victory for the day and it carries you for the rest of the week. Especially with how hard and brisk this final season of the year is.

Everyone warned you winter would be tough, and with your greenhouse still unfixed you’re realizing how true the warning is.

The days drag and bleed together. You throw yourself into the mines trying to gather more resources but that drains you fast. So you start doing a few errands around town to break up the days.

When Frankie requests a certain amount of wood you scramble quickly to complete the errand.

Inside the blacksmith shop, the familiar warmth greets you. However when Frankie walks out, a weariness looms over him. Heavy bangs hang around his eyes even as he smiles thin.

“Hey.” His voice is weary.

“Hey.” You reply back hesitantly. “I uh…have the wood you asked for.”

“Oh shit really?” He perks up. “Thanks, little farmer.”

You beam proud knowing you managed to at least brighten his day a little.

“Wait here, let me get your payment.”

You almost want to tell him that wasn’t necessary, but Frankie scrambles for his wallet.

“So, how ya been?” He asks.

“Good.” You partially lie. “How have you been?”

“Good.” He answers quickly, however you sense a lie buried.

You weakly smile. Exhausted, Frankie barely grins back and a pang pierces through you.

“Hey… Frankie.” You begin weakly. Frankie, midway pulling out your payment, freezes and blinks towards you.

“Yeah, little farmer what’s up?”

You know this might not mean much but you want to at least tell him.

“I just…” the words get stuck in your throat but with a deep inhale you unclog them.

“You just seem tired. I appreciate how hard you work but I just hope you get some rest when you can.” You tell him earnestly. “And… if there’s anything bothering you, I just wanted you to know you can always talk to me.”

You finish and hope you didn’t overstep.

Frankie’s gemstone eyes flicker stunned and then he sighs.

For the first time, Frankie slips his very notable baseball cap off and runs a hand over his hair.

His soft hat hair, the way you get this new glimpse of Frankie, lights something within your chest. You’ve never seen him without his cap. When he slips the baseball hat back on, his eyes seem cloudy and downcast.

“Thanks little farmer, appreciate it.” He mutters with another sigh. “It’s just stupid shit with my ex wife that’s taking longer than I expected to work out.”

Frankie’s words catapult you straight out of the atmosphere and your blood runs cold.

Ex wife.

Frankie was married before.

“I shouldn’t let it bother me and I don’t wanna be that type of ex husband, but holy shit she can be so damn difficult.” He shakes his head.

This feels like you’re meeting him again for the first time. But you’re grateful he’s sharing this with you.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with this and with her being difficult.” You reply with a soft comfort.

“You’re a good guy Frankie. I hope she doesn’t make you forget that.” You add, meaning those words.

You and him might have just recently become closer, but this entire year you’ve been living in Pelican Town Frankie’s been so sincerely kind. Always being patient with you and how awful you sometimes are to your poor tools. Even just seeing his soft shy smile when you run into him has brightened your day many times.

Frankie’s eyes finally flicker to you. They search your face like he’s waiting for you to react.

His mouth opens slightly.

Then he says your name, breathes it out, and it kickstarts a wild flutter in your heart.

But the door suddenly yanks open wildly behind you, cutting him off rapidly.

Robin, the town’s ever handy carpenter, arrives with a warm welcome drawing all the attention to her. The moment flutters away with her entrance. With a fast goodbye to Frankie and a swift warm greeting to Robin, you scramble fast to leave.

“Wait I didn’t-”

You don’t even wait to hear what Frankie has to say before you’re out of the door and back into the cold winter air. With so many thoughts buzzing in your head like angry hornets you simply head to the mines.

You stay there until the dead of night and drag your body back to farm. Even with how tired you are, your mind still thinks of a certain blacksmith.

The next morning there are two letters waiting for you. One is from Lewis reminding you of the upcoming Winter Star festival. The other is from Frankie.

Your heart jumps fast.

Little farmer,

Thanks for thinking of me and wanting to look out for me. Appreciate it a lot. Also you forgot your payment yesterday, silly! Don’t work yourself too hard either. So you get some rest too, alright?

Hope you swing by again and maybe soon we’ll have time for that hot chocolate :)

He not only sent you the payment for the errand but also a sweet pack of maple bars.

An overwhelming sweetness consumes you and you wish it never leaves.

The next day you plan to make Frankie a hot chocolate to bring him in the morning. But you realize you used the last remaining bits a few nights ago when you snuggled in for a cozy reading night. You mentally kick yourself but decide a green tea will hopefully be the best second option.

The minute Frankie’s shop opens you’re there the first one inside.

“You’re here early.” Frankie greets you with crinkled smiling eyes.

“Thought I’d stop by before I head to the mines.” You reply back brightly.

“It’s not hot cocoa, but I hope it’s a nice treat.” You offer lightly while you hand him the cozy to go drink.

“You got this for me? Thanks so much.” Your heart flutters hearing how warm his voice gets.

He takes a sip and his eye brows shoot up under the cover of his hat. Oh no. Does he not like it?

“Is this green tea?” His voice jumps so excited. “I love green tea!”

His brilliant smile creates a sun bursting light in your chest and you’re a bit grateful now you ran out of hot chocolate.

- ❆ -

Gus is a full five minutes into his handmade candy cane discussion and while you adore the endearing saloon owner, you can only take so much.

The feast of the evening star still warms and eases you though. The twinkling decorations, the absolute grand festive tree, the delicious food - it’s all a cozy blanket to soak into.

So you allow dear Gus to ramble about his candy canes while you sip on your warm drink.

“So who’s your secret gift recipient?”

Frankie’s soft but playful voice catches you off guard and you almost sputter out your drink.

You caught sight of him earlier but he was busy laughing with Pierre and Caroline. Then you got caught up in greeting everyone. Now you’re thankful to finally talk to him.

“You know that’s a secret.” You playfully glare at him.

The blacksmith simply shrugs but the amusement tugging his lips makes you smile.

A beautiful flush crawls over Frankie’s face. A kaleidoscopic joy sparkles in his deep eyes. He seems better and joy fills you.

“So does that mean you’re not gonna tell me what your winter star wish is?” He asks light.

You roll your eyes, but giddiness consumes you fast.

“You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.” You surprisingly coyly reply.

Frankie snorts and his face crinkles up adorable.

“If I told ya, you probably wouldn’t even believe me.” He says casually then takes a sip of his drink.

“Wait,” you reply back. “Now you gotta tell me.”

Frankie doesn’t reply for a moment.

In the stillness of this moment, you notice how close he is. He’s leaning right beside you that you can smell the faint smoke of his work, and a crisp cologne you’ve never noticed before.

Then, you see it. His stunning amber gemstone eyes flicker to your lips.

It’s fast, happens in a breath of a moment. Your throat dries. You blame the warm food and festive atmosphere, but you ache to lean closer.

Before you can react or even wait for Frankie’s next move, Mayor Lewis claps loudly, breaking the spell.

“Time to exchange gifts everybody!” He declares.

Your body feels electric and immediately you try settling yourself down. You needed to give your gift.

Jodi, the sweet mother she is, deserves a nice sweet treat and you surprise her with a fully cooked chocolate cake. Her warm excited reaction is a treat itself.

Evelyn, ever the kind grandmother, gives you a pack of her delicious and warm cookies. You hug her tight thanking her.

The festival concludes with a gentle end and fizzles out softly. The clean up is eased, relaxed, and by the time it’s finished an unfortunately long yawn takes over you.

“Can I walk ya home, little farmer? You seem tired.”

Frankie again, so stealthy, suddenly appears out of thin air.

You squeak out a quick yes and his face melts soft.

“So a full year down huh? Hope we haven’t scared you off too badly.” Frankie offers hopeful.

It has been a year, feels like so much yet so little has been composed into your new life here in Pelican Town. You think of the dilapidated community center you’ve been keeping an eye on and working on.

You’ve taken this new journey slowly, at your own pace. You can almost hear your grandpa’s voice cheering you on saying just take it one step at a time.

“No way.” You laugh answering Frankie’s question. If anything, you’ve grown more attached to the valley than you ever imagined. You even tell Frankie this and his face lights up so beautifully it rivals the festival tree standing in the town plaza.

“Everything work out with your ex?” You ask gently and then sputter out an apology if you’ve overstepped.

Frankie chuckles. “Nah, I’m glad we can talk about it.”

That comforts you.

“And yeah, thankfully everything worked out.” Frankie grins sleepily. “I’m still really sorry you had to hear that.”

“No worries! And like what you just said, I’m glad I can be here for you. That’s what friends are for, remember?” You reassure him.

“Yeah, friends.” The way his voice hangs on the word friends gets tangled in your chest.

A quietness clouds the walk.

“So Gus tell you about homemade candy canes?” Until Frankie’s light voice breaks the silence and you laugh.

It might have been a slow start becoming friends with Frankie. But you’re glad, grateful, to finally arrive here.

Arriving at your farm you thank Frankie again.

“If it wasn’t so late I really would invite you in for that hot chocolate I’ve been promising you.” You sigh. You even begged Gus for a new pack just to be stocked up.

“Don’t worry about it. There will be another night, promise.” His words are gilded in a promise you want to treasure.

He suddenly says your name and now under the light of your porch, Frankie seems bashful as his eyes flicker around.

“I, uh, kind of have something for you.”

That takes you by surprise.

“Couldn’t give it to you earlier cause I know Mayor Lewis would’ve had my ass.” Frankie dryly snorts and then pulls out something concealed in the classic brown paper wrapping he uses at his shop.

“Happy feast of the winter star, little farmer.” He delicately hands it to you and your eyes feel as if they’re going to pop out any moment.

You cry in protest that he didn’t need to get you anything and guilt rushes in. You didn’t get him anything.

“Eh,” he shrugs. “No pasa nada.”

You’ve only caught small bits of him speaking Spanish before and now hearing him speak so casual sounds beautiful.

Unwrapping the surprise gift, you discover he got you an iridium bar and you inhale sharply.

You haven’t even been able to forge one yet. The most precious, coveted, type of metal bar and he just casually gave one to you right now.

“Francisco Morales, this is too much!” You shriek.

He laughs buoyantly and loud at your reaction.

“Trust me, it’s not. Besides, seen how hard you work. How much you do for me and the town. You deserve it.”

You don’t want to get emotional, but the tears clogging your throat say otherwise. Those tears and the bubbling emotions, gratitude and all other shades of thankfulness, overtake you. Before you can stop yourself you rush to Frankie and collide into him.

You hug him best as you can but realize what you’ve just done. You don’t even know if he’s okay with close contact like this.

Immediately Frankie wraps you in his arms and squeezes you back. He’s all encompassing, beautifully so.

Your mind, your thoughts, everything melt as you embrace him back.

“Thank you.” You earnestly tell him.

“Anytime.” Frankie whispers back.

You would never tell Frankie this… but your winter star wish came true because you couldn’t have wished for a better way to bid such a sweet farewell to this season here in the valley.

[ohforficsake]

ohforficsake masterlist

The Margay (Frankie Morales/Sniper!OFC, POC OFC, no age gap) (COMPLETE)

Rating: Explicit 18+ / Minors DNI

Series Summary: Santiago recruits Frankie to contract for a covert government agency that pairs them with danger in more ways than one. Two frayed things toe the line between the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. And maybe, just maybe, they make it out alive. A series of one-shot snippets taking place during and around missions. 

You Brought Me Poison Flowers (Joel Miller/Herbalist!OFC, POC OFC, age-appropriate age gap) (on hiatus)

Rating: Explicit 18+ / Minors DNI

Series Summary: Joel and Ellie settle into life in Jackson, one more easily than the other, until Joel is reminded of what normal feels like. A series of one-shot glimpses into a relationship (no real plot here, people.) Soft!Joel. Two touch-starved babes. Slow-ish burn. WIP - Undetermined amount of chapters.

Misc. Other Works

Talk Refined - Ezra x f!Reader Orpheus and Eurydice. A Blacksmith and a Warrior. A Lawyer and the Lady He Meets at a Bar. Two souls fated to find each other across lifetimes. Here are just a few of those stories. Woodsmoke - Frankie Morales x gn!Reader Life has been running you ragged lately, but someone is waiting for you when you get home. For a moment, you don't have to be strong. Content warnings: Mentions of difficult family life, attending therapy, absent parents, wounded inner child, loneliness as a general theme.

Old chapters are hosted on the OFFS Library page. New chapters will be posted here to Ohforficsake.

Shoot me a message or comment under this post if you would like to be added to the taglist for anything herein! Thanks so much for reading.

[ladamedusoif]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you for the tag, @wildemaven! (I’m often terrible with tag games but let’s do this.)

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP list, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Visiting ch12 (Professor!Ben x OFC Lydia)

Tempered in the Fire part 3 (Blacksmith!Din x F!Reader)

Comédie (Dieter Bravo x OFC Mathilde)

Revelation (Din AU x F!Reader)

Plus One (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)

In The Heather (Jack Daniels AU x OFC Caroline)

(Some of these are still in development, fyi)

NPTs (with apologies if you’ve already been tagged):

@jack-whiskey-daniels @julesonrecord @chronically-ghosted @goodwithcheese @trulybetty @rhoorl

[nolanell]

NOLANell's Fanfiction and Fanart Recommendations

Please heed individual warnings and ratings before reading or viewing!

These are some fanfictions and fanart I have found on here that I really love and want to share with my followers and anyone else who finds my blog. This is a WIP so I will add to this as I discover more things!

Enjoy!

Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphics

Din Djarin

Everything and More by @dincrypt - SugarDaddy!Din x Female Reader AU Series

For the Night by @dincrypt - Din Djarin x Female Reader One Shot

Siren by @ezrasbirdie - Din Djarin x GN Reader One Shot

Tied by @radiowallet - Dr. Din Djarin x Female Reader (First Assist) AU Series

Come Back To Me by @magpie-to-the-morning - Highwayman!Din x Female Reader AU Series

Glimpsed by @blueeyesatnight - Grogu POV, thinking about Din Djarin. Part of a series, linked in the piece.

Marcus Moreno

Caramel Latte by @moralesispunk - Marcus Moreno x Female Reader Series

Poorly Wired Circuit by @radiowallet - Marcus Moreno x OFC Sarah Bailey Series

Wish You Were Here by @wardenparker and @absurdthirst - Marcus Moreno x Female Reader Soulmate AU Series (NB: link is to Chapter 1)

Yes, Mr. Moreno by @toomanystoriessolittletime - Marcus Moreno x OFC Alice Baker Writer Wednesday Submission

Marcus Pike

Read You Like A Book by @the-ginger-hedge-witch - Marcus Pike x OFC Anne Series

The Farmer's Market by @ezrasbirdie - Marcus Pike x OFC Annie Christiansen Series

The Long Con by @youvebeenlivingfictional - Marcus Pike x Female Reader Series (Complete)

Marcus & Peanut by @pintsizemama - Marcus Pike x Female Reader Series

Pero Tovar

Driving Mr Tovar by @sirowsky - Modern!Pero Tovar x Female Reader AU Series (Complete)

In His Eyes by @moralesispunk - Blacksmith!Pero Tovar x Female Reader AU Series (Complete)

The Innkeeper's Daughter by @just-here-for-the-moment - Pero Tovar x Female Reader

Stranded Due to Weather in a Coffee Shop AU Ask - Pero Tovar x GN Reader (Part of 400 Followers Celebration)

Javier Peña

Oops by @pintsizemama - Javier Peña x Female Reader Series

Lay It On Me by @queenofthefaceless Javier Peña x Female Reader Series (Complete)

What's The Use Of Wonderin' by @youvebeenlivingfictional - Javier Peña x Female Reader Series (Complete)

Sick Day by @quica-quica-quica - Javier Peña x Female Reader (Prompt List Ask)

At First Sight by @queridopascal - Javier Peña x Female Reader (Writer Wednesday Submission)

To Perish Twice by @brandyllyn - Javier Peña x Female Reader Soulmate AU Series (Complete)

Frankie Morales

ForestRanger!Frankie AU by @the-ginger-hedge-witch - ForestRanger!Frankie x Female Reader AU Series

Fly Me To The Moon by @pilothusband - Frankie Morales x Female Reader One Shot

All Hail The King by @pilothusband - Frankie Morales x Female Reader One Shot

Wednesday by @asta-lily - Frankie Morales x Female Reader (Complete)

Of Cupckes and Cupid by @asta-lily - Frankie Morales x GN Reader One Shot

Frankie Dating a Plus Size Partner Headcannons by @softpedropascal (Ask Request)

Fixing It by @green-socks - Frankie Morales x GN!Reader One Shot

'Here, Take My Jacket' by @mando-forgive-me - Frankie Morales x GN!Reader (Request for Flufftober 2021)

Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

Conference Call Incident by @just-here-for-the-moment and @driedgreentomatoes (part of the Declassified HR Files Series)

'Is That My Shirt?' by @quica-quica-quica Agent Whiskey x Female Reader (Prompt List Ask)

Extra Pickles, Hold the Mayo by @absurdthirst Agent Whiskey x Female Reader (Writer Wednesday Submission)

Maxwell Lord

Rings by @honestly-shite - Maxwell Lord x GN!Reader One Shot

When The Cards All Fold by @yespolkadotkitty - Maxwell Lord x Female!Reader One Shot

Non Pedro Pascal Characters

Plethora by @fisforfulcrum (Poe Dameron [Star Wars] x GN!Reader One Shot for Writer Wednesday)

Poe Playing Guitar to BB8 by @clakearts (Poe Dameron [Star Wars] Art)

Stay by @the-little-ewok (Poe Dameron [Star Wars] x F!Reader One Shot)

Frogs by @gaitwae (Loki [MCU] x Reader Ask One Shot)

Loki Comforts a Friend by @theaudacitytowrite (Loki [MCU] x Reader Ask Drabble)

The Night Before Your Thesis Defence by @handmaiden-of-mischief (Loki [MCU] x Reader One Shot)

Loki Portrait by @themorningstar81 (Loki [MCU] Art)

How High by @brandyllyn (Santiago 'Pope' Garcia [Triple Frontier] x GN!Reader - part of a series)

The Godfather by @quica-quica-quica (Ben Miller [Triple Frontier] x Female Reader One Shot)

[moralesispunk]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜❤️

1. Blacksmith Pero Tovar series - This is by far the piece of writing I'm most proud of and the series I continue to go back to, I love the grumpy x sunshine trope and of course that works well with Pero but I do love how I wrote their love story and I can see how my writing has bettered since the start till now!

2. Frankie Morales "Dog Tags"* - While I love how hot this fic was I truly just love the way I wrote this one. I feel like I really connected and managed to make this hot moment quite romantic! I'm also proud of how many other people really liked this one because I didn't expect it but it's nice that people did enjoy!

3. Marcus Pike "Heatwave" - Again, similar to the Frankie one, I liked how I've started to feel more confident in writing smut to not shy away from it and add more - feelings, situations, romance, and even though it's not one that necessarily got a lot of attention I do love how I wrote it

4. Frankie "We can Make This Work" - So... I don't write angst really because I cant do it (lol) but I think about this story all the time and obviously there is a happy ending after this but... I'm proud of this one

5. Marcus Pike and shaving - Again, not one that necessarily did well notes wise, but I love how I wrote this and I really like how I told the story between Marcus and his partner - I just love this man and a soft and steady kind of love

[kedsandtubesocks]

SEASONS OF YOU : a stardew valley AU

After moving into your grandfather’s farm, you discover what awaits in the valley is more than you expected…

I can’t thank everyone enough for cheering me on & showing so much love for this strange AU of mine & feeding my Stardew obsession lol you don’t necessarily have to know/even play to read, there will be references to the game but all will be explained!

So this series will work as two different worlds / universes - one where you romance Joel & the other where you romance Frankie

You get to pick which boy & their fic you want to explore!

✧ These two will stay separate and operate independently in their own fics (think of them as two different game files) - so sorry to my babes hoping for a crossover/poly fic… maybe someday!

✧ Also, mirroring the eased & relaxed spirit of the gameplay itself, this series will be updated without a firmly set schedule and I appreciate your understanding!

I am hope we can all enjoy romancing some cute farm boys ♡

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1st Year:

Joel - Spring 🌱

1st Year:

Frankie - Winter ❄️

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special thanks to these special farmers for the most beautiful guidance & support: @lowlights @swiftispunk @burntheedges @ahauntedcowboy @tightjeansjavi @perotovar @chronically-ghosted @nothoughtsjustmeds

[just-here-for-the-moment]

Friday Fic Recs - July 16, 2021

I'm not late! It's still Friday here for a little longer LOL...

Here are three different fics from different levels of mild/medium/spicy that I’ve read this week that I adored! Please heed all author warnings. 🌶 Fluffy - @oonajaeadira killed me with this one: "Eyes Closed, Comm Open" featuring Din listening to your heartbeat over the comm link as you sleep... "Worth every crack in the Creed." Holy crap, killing me softly here, Adira!! *swoon*

🌶🌶 Flirty - Jen over at @writeforfandoms hit 100 followers recently, and for very good reasons!! This is a lovely Blacksmith!Pero Tovar piece with a female reader. It's soft and sweet and just right with that little butterflies-in-the-tummy feeling from the dialogue prompt "I love you." "You shouldn't." If there is a sequel or this turns into a series, sign me up!!

🌶🌶🌶 Filthy - We all love a good explicit Frankie Morales fic where he takes care of his woman, and @criticallyacclaimedstranger wrote one of my favorites! “Frankie Friday Fun” is a one-shot with a soft/filthy Frankie helping you relax on a Friday night when you're too tired to come, but he's determined to complete that mission. Loved it!!

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[wildwcmen]

basic information

Full Name: Francesca Mai Vu

Nickname(s): Frankie, almost exclusively

Age: 19-25

Date of Birth: December 21

Hometown: Upstate New York

Ethnicity: Vietnamese

Nationality: American

Gender: Cis Woman

Pronouns: She/Her

Religion: Unknown

Occupation: Stand Up Comedian, Actress

Language(s) Spoken: English, Vietnamese

Voice: American accent, high pitched, giggly, excited voice

physical appearance

Face Claim: Lana Condor

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Dark brown

Height: 5′3

Weight: 121 lbs

Build: Petite, rectangle body shape, slightly large chest.

Tattoos: None.

Piercings: Ears

Clothing Style: Bright colors, neons, strange attire that turns heads, heart and star shaped sunglasses, ring pops as a fashion accessory, 80-90′s chic.

Usual Expression: Laughing loudly. You hear her before you see her.

Distinguishing Characteristics: Chubby cheeks, bob length haircut

health

Sleeping Habits: She can function on any amount of sleep. Don’t test her, she’ll pull an all nighter just to prove it.

Eating Habits: GOOD FOOD !! She loves Vietnamese food, for obvious reasons. Her mother is a baker and she’s very fond of sweets, pastries, candies, etc.

Exercise Habits: She exercises daily, mostly cardio with some strength training.

Emotional Stability: 8/10

Sociability: Social butterfly!!

Drug Use: Cannabis sometimes, otherwise no.

Alcohol Use: Socially.

personality

Label: The Clown

Positive Traits: funny, outgoing, personable.

Negative Traits: crass, doesn’t take things seriously, accidentally insensitive.

Fears: Failing her comedy career, having to go to school and get a day job

Hobbies: Comedy (watching/performing), acting, bike riding, exercising

Habits: Cracking her fingers

favourites

Weather: Hot, summer weather

Colour: Bright ass orange

Music: Funky pop music

Movies: Anything comedic, even if it’s terrible ! She loves “so bad it’s good” movies.

Sport: She’s not really attached to any specific sport

Beverage: Root Beer, strawberry lemonade

Food: Che Ba Mau

Animal: Unicorns

extra

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn/Sagittarius Cusp Sun, Taurus rising, Taurus Moon

MBTI: ESTJ

Enneagram: The Challenger

Temperament: Choleric

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor/Hufflepuff

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Primary Vice: Kindness

Primary Virtue: Gluttony

Element: Air

flaws

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | avoidant | restless.

strengths

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny.

skills & hobbies

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | beach combing | ballet | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling.

human verse

Frankie didn't grow up with much money, but she grew up with a lot of love. Her father was a struggling comedian for most of his adult life, and most of the family's money came through her mother's work as a chef. Frankie's father always told her to go into anything other than comedy, not wanting her to go through the same struggles that he went through. Frankie, of course, had her own ideas. She fell in love with comedy and started performing at clubs as a teenager. It was about that time, too, that her father finally found fame. In spite of his own success, Frankie's father still encouraged her to go to college rather than immediately pursuing comedy. She eventually drops out in favor of working and does very well for herself. Having her father's name tacked onto hers certainly helps. Frankie is playful and goofy, not taking much seriously.

[seasonschange-butpeopledont]

I posted 3,295 times in 2021

354 posts created (11%)

2941 posts reblogged (89%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 8.3 posts.

I added 3,537 tags in 2021

#fic recs - 1342 posts

#triple frontier - 344 posts

#frankie morales - 262 posts

#tbr - 257 posts

#the mandalorian - 250 posts

#din djarin - 237 posts

#marcus pike - 228 posts

#star wars - 227 posts

#ken shouts into the void - 225 posts

#javier peña - 165 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#there’s a lot of reasons not to live in texas but the fact that it’s 82 degrees inside my house right now with the ac running is number 1

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#5

How about prompt 2 from list 5 for Pero Tovar? 🥺 I think he would do this for his wife

Restless Nights, Early Mornings

Pairing: Pero Tovar x F!Reader Warnings: Fluff. We only know soft!Pero here. Probably a bit OOC.

Word Count: 763

Author’s Note: A thing that I am discovering about myself as a writer is that I struggle without dialogue and reader is asleep for this whole thing so... This was a challenge. It didn't come out exactly the way I wanted it, but I am sending it out into the void anyway! I hope you enjoy! Prompt: “Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night" requested by @agirllovespancakes

Summary: Pero notices you've had a restless night. Taglist Form - Masterlist

Letting out a deep sigh, Pero propped himself up on one elbow, turning to inspect your sleeping figure. Worry lines formed between his eyebrows as you stirred once more. Pero had always been a light sleeper. It had served him well during his time as a mercenary, but had become unnecessary since settling down in a modest cottage on the edge of a sleepy little village and marrying the local blacksmith’s daughter. The life he led now was one of relative comfort, with regular meals, a warm home with a soft bed, and most importantly, you. The rest of the world may have seen him as a dangerous ex-mercenary, but you were different. You brought out a side of him that no one else would ever know– a soft, thoughtful man beneath his brutish, armor-clad exterior. The newfound comfort of his living situation didn’t stop him from jerking awake at the slightest noise in the night, ready to leap into action to defend you from whatever dared to disturbed his sleep. Most nights, this ability appeased his protective side and gave him peace of mind. Tonight, however, it was nothing more than a source of annoyance.

He would need to be up in just a few moments to begin his daily chores, but he had hardly gotten a wink of sleep with all of your tossing and turning in the night. If you had been anyone but his precious wife, Pero probably would have considered smothering you in your sleep just to get a decent night’s rest. Normally you were a more than pleasant bed partner, but rest seemed to evade you on this night. It appeared now that you had finally exhausted yourself into slumber, just before dawn. Guilt settled into Pero’s stomach as he watched the steady rise and fall of your chest. It seemed a shame to wake you when you had fought so hard to find sleep, even if there was work to be done. Winter would be here soon enough, and it was busy work preparing your little farm for the months to come. Pero frowned, thinking over the list of tasks the two of you had come up with for the day. The morning was dedicated to tending to the crops, but this afternoon you had planned a trip into the village to trade for a few necessities. He remembered you’d been excited by the prospect of the visit. You were such a wonderful wife to him, so much more than anything he’d ever imagined he would have in his life, and you had worked so hard these past couple of weeks. Clearly, the stress of preparing for the oncoming winter was getting to you... He could take care of your chores this morning, couldn’t he? Allow you to get a few precious hours of sleep and wake up refreshed for your trip into the village?

Yes, he decided. You deserved a good lie-in, just this once. Pero untangled himself from the quilts, careful not to wake you as he crawled out of bed and began lacing up his trousers and pulling on his boots. As if on instinct, you rolled over onto your side, snuggling into his now vacant pillow. Pero finished dressing and returned to your side, quietly hovering over you as he straightened out the bed sheet that had fallen to your waist with all of your tossing and turning in the night, pulling the bedding back to its original position. He carefully tucked the sheets around you, just the way his Mama had done for him as a child. The action had always made him feel secure, and he hoped it would do the same for you. You let out a contented sigh as he reached out to brush some stray hair from your face, nuzzling into his touch. Despite whatever insomnia had plagued you earlier, it relieved Pero to see you finally drift into a peaceful slumber. “Rest well, mi alma,” He ordered in a whisper, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead before heading out of your little cottage to begin the day’s work. Perhaps Pero would tease you about sleeping late in the morning or grump at you for keeping him up all night, but when you awoke a few hours from now to the sun streaming in through the window, safely tucked into your warm bed, you would know that it was the handiwork of your thoughtful, loving husband, whether he wanted to share that side of himself with the rest of the world or not.

General Taglist: @theravenreads @marshmallowtraver @computeringturtle @maythxthirstbxwithyou @artsymaddie @heythere-mel Pedro Characters Taglist: @pascalisthepunkest @coldlilheart @fuck-goes-on @spideysimpossiblegirl @grogusmum @fangirl-316 Pero Tovar (The Great Wall) Taglist: @freeshavocadoooo @darnitdraco

118 notes • Posted 2021-05-17 01:25:11 GMT

#4

Walls

Pairing: Joel Miller x GN!Reader

Warnings: I made this angsty as hell and I don’t know why. Vague allusions to spiciness, unrequited love (maybe?), emotionally stunted Joel

Word Count: 1,340

Author’s Note: This is set pre-TLOU. Joel is kind of a dick here. I blame the fact that I’ve been reading Dirt on Ao3 and am just a tiny bit disillusioned with him at the moment. This probably isn’t what you expected, but I promise I have some Joel fluff coming up soon and I hope you enjoy it anyway, anon! 

Prompt: Friends with benefits and both people catching feelings.

Summary: You were never supposed to fall in love with a broken man. 

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“You really think this is the best time to have this conversation?” Joel demanded, a hint of irritation in his voice. 

It wasn’t. You knew that. It hadn’t stopped the words from tumbling out of your mouth. We need to talk. 

You’d known Joel for about a year now, having met him and Tess shortly after finding your way into the Boston quarantine zone. It hadn’t taken long for you to find yourself in Joel’s bed, content to pass your nights in blissful ignorance of the outside world. 

You and Joel were… something. He was a complicated man with no concrete role in your life, and it was killing you. He was obviously more than a friend, but describing him as your boyfriend was strictly, absolutely out of the question. You suspected that he’d walk straight out the gates of the QZ, never to be seen again, if he ever caught wind of you uttering that word and his name in the same sentence. A few months ago, you wouldn’t have blamed him. 

You knew you were being unfair to him by asking for more. It was a complete violation of the unspoken rules of your undefined relationship, but things had changed. You needed answers. 

“I meant what I said, Joel. I need to know what we’re doing here.”

“What’s that ‘sposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” You shrugged. “If you ever wanted to tell me how you feel, it’s now or never.” 

“You’re giving me an ultimatum?” He questioned, crossing his arms over his broad chest. It was a dangerous move on your part. Joel wasn’t a man who reacted well to being backed into a corner, but you were so sure… 

“I heard that one of Robert’s guys has a thing for you. Jacob or Jason or… whatever his name is. This have somethin’ to do with that?” Joel wondered, shifting the attention away from him. He knew you better than to believe you would let this go, but it didn’t hurt to try. 

You almost roll your eyes at the question. It was so obvious to everyone else that you were head over heels for him. The idea that you would end things with Joel for someone else was downright laughable to you now. 

“No,” You shook your head. “This isn’t about that. I’m talking about us.” 

Joel’s jaw tensed at your use of the word. 

“There ain’t an us, remember?” He said, a mocking dreaminess in his tone as he echoed the word back to you. “That ain’t the arrangement we made.” 

The arrangement in question was supposed to be a way to scratch an itch, plain and simple. Nothing more than a way to blow off some steam and distract yourselves from the struggles that came along with the end of the world as you knew it. At first, you’d thought that both of you had seen too much and lost too many people to go and do something as stupid as falling in love, but here you were, in over your head and so sure that there could be something more here, if only Joel would let you in. 

“Well, maybe I want to renegotiate,” You challenged. “I know you care a lot more than you let on. Maybe you can hide it from the rest of the world, but I know you better than that, Joel.” 

You thought you did, at least. For all of the walls Joel had built around himself, they had seemed less insurmountable as the months had passed. As if each passing night together helped knock them down, brick by brick, giving you the glimpse of the man he used to be. The one you’d fallen in love with. 

You thought back to the night when he bandaged your sprained wrist after a scuffle with Bill on a smuggling run. His calloused fingers were so delicate on your skin as he wrapped it in a makeshift brace, and his eyes flickered to yours every so often to check that you were alright. And then there were all of the times that rations ran particularly sparse, as they usually did, and he offered to share his food, claiming that he wasn’t hungry and insisting that you finish it up for him. Joel was a caregiver by nature, even if he believed that life was behind him now. 

Most often, though, you saw that softer side of him in the quiet of his tiny, run-down apartment, with the moonlight streaming in through the window and Joel’s sleepy smile as you exchanged stories about your lives from before. With his arms around you as you slept, safe and warm, it was easy to forget that it wasn’t supposed to mean anything. In moments like those, you had been so sure that deep down, Joel loved you. 

You didn’t see that man now, standing in the dim lights of his dingy kitchen. The Joel that stood before you was harsh, made wary by a lifetime of pain and loss. The more you said, the higher his walls went up. They were towering over you now, just like they had been the day you’d met, as if the past few months had never happened. 

“You knew what this was when we started this,” He grumbled, shaking his head. You could see that he knew where this was headed. You were treading on thin ice here, but you couldn’t stop the words that left your mouth. 

“I know. I knew. I mean, I thought I did, but… then I fell in love with you, Joel. And I just thought…” I thought you loved me too, you wanted to say. “Is the idea of someone caring about you really so horrible?” 

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119 notes • Posted 2021-05-12 02:16:00 GMT

#3

The First Kiss

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smooches (a bit spicier than I normally write, but still very tame compared to every other kiss in the history of fanfic), brief mention of marriage and kids

Word Count: 1,147

Author’s Note: I’ve returned from the dead. This is technically a sequel to The Best Man, but I don’t think you have to read the original to follow the story. Also maybe technically my own little therapy session, as always. Side note- why are my characters always hanging out in the alley behind a bar?

Summary: A last first kiss. 

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Marcus guides you through the crowd, hand hovering at the small of your back as you cut towards the door. You reach back to grab his hand and weave your fingers through his. It’s easy to play it off as not wanting to lose him in the crowd, but you know it means more than either of you are prepared to discuss on what is supposed to be a casual night out with friends.

You reach the door and the cool air outside is refreshing as you step out into the alley. The smell of smoke still lingers in the air from the last patrons of the bar who’d slipped out for a cigarette. 

Marcus holds the door open for the person re-entering the bar, trailing a few steps behind you as you move to lean against the wall. 

“Peace and quiet at last,” He remarks. “God, I could hardly hear myself think in there. Must be a game on or something.”

“Must be,” You shrug, shivering slightly from the breeze in the air. 

“Cold?”

You nod, and he immediately begins shrugging out of his leather jacket. He knows that if he were to ask, you’d tell him to keep it, that you’d be fine, that if you needed a jacket you should have brought one of your own, so he doesn’t bother. He drapes it over your shoulders himself rather than handing it to you, enveloping you in it before you have time to argue. The warm leather shields you against the chilly autumn air, and your protest dies on your tongue as you relax into its comfort.

“Since when did you start smoking?” You ask suddenly, remembering the excuse he’d made to Greg and Melissa for your sudden departure.

“What?” Marcus looks surprised by the question, his eyebrows raising just a hair and his head tilting to the side like a confused puppy. You gesture vaguely to your surroundings. 

“You said you needed a smoke break.”

“Oh, I don’t,” Marcus shakes his head, “But I thought Greg was going to fracture my shin with how hard he was kicking me under the table. I got the impression that they wanted a little alone time.” 

“What do you mean-” You begin, moving to peek through the small window in the door. You stop yourself when you recognize the booth you’d been sitting at with your friends. They’re very much intertwined in a tangle of lips and tongues and heavy petting, and you’re suddenly grateful for Marcus’s newfound ‘smoking habit’.

“Newlyweds,” Marcus says with a roll of his eyes, but the knowing amusement in his voice is clear. 

“Why are we the ones hiding out in the dark alley?” You question. “I mean, they’re like… horny teenagers. Just constantly…” You wave your hand towards the inside of the bar. “I mean, people eat here. This is a food service establishment.”

“This is a bar.”

“They sell curly fries.”

Marcus shrugs, stepping closer to you. “Oh, come on. You know that feeling when you just can’t keep your hands off someone. Haven’t you ever been in love?”

He’s almost teasing as he says it, as if you aren’t practically drunk on the scent of cologne and laundry soap and Marcus that clings to his jacket. As if you aren’t staring into his eyes like you can see straight into his soul and standing so close you can feel nervous energy that radiates off of the two of you in waves. 

It’s a silly game the two of you play, this dancing around the obvious. In all of your previous relationships, this stage felt like a race against the clock. Ticking off milestones like they were a part of a checklist that would somehow culminate in this June wedding, white picket fence, two-point-five kids thing that was supposed to complete you. 

But time moves differently with Marcus. For the first time in your life, you don’t feel like you have to sprint towards the finish line. It’s almost like you’re dragging it out. Reveling in the feeling of security that comes with falling in love this way, with the right person. You can take your time with Marcus, because you have it. You have him, completely. Marcus Pike is yours, and you’re his. It’s yet another unspoken understanding between the two of you.

Like how you both know that when you nod your head to confirm that yes, you’ve been in love, you’re thinking in the present tense. 

You’d be lying through your teeth if you said you hadn’t thought about what happens next. It seemed like more of a matter of when, than if. 

An inevitability. 

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145 notes • Posted 2021-10-11 20:52:09 GMT

#2

Everyday Heroes

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

Warnings: A few curse words, an explosion, implied injury, depressed reader, minor character death, grief, and a bit of pining

Word Count: 3,364

Author’s Note: This got out of hand and apparently I only know how to write hopeless pining. Do we agree that Marcus gives off Clark Kent vibes or am I alone in this?

Summary: The three times you discovered Marcus Moreno was a hero. 

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When you’d left the house that morning, the heels you wore had seemed like a great idea. 

You were headed in for your first day at your new job and you wanted to make a good impression by wearing what you perceived to be your most professional outfit. You’d made it to the coffee shop down the street from your apartment with minimal difficulty, though you were certain to have blisters on your feet by the end of the day. Thankfully, your receptionist position meant that you would spend the majority of your day more or less chained to the front desk, answering phones, taking messages, scheduling appointments, and greeting visitors. 

You didn’t know much about Vil-Tech. You’d googled them before your first interview, of course- you weren’t a total idiot and you’d never dare show up unprepared, especially when you needed this job so badly- but your search had yielded only a few results. Most of what you’d found had been articles from the newspaper. The researchers at the lab had, apparently, recently had some success in clean energy technology. Protons, neutrons, particle accelerators, electromagnetic fields… You knew nothing about it, really, but it sounded impressive. And clean energy had to be good, right? When they’d hired you, it hadn’t seemed like a big deal that you knew next to nothing about the company itself. They were only looking for a receptionist, after all, not a scientist. If they’d wanted you to know exactly what was going on in the floors above you, you were sure that they would have let you know. 

With your coffee in hand, you made your way towards the Vil-Tech building. All in all, it seemed like the universe was on your side this morning. You’d woken up early enough to make yourself look decent. Your favorite barista had made your coffee just the way you liked it, and it even looked like you would be early for work. 

And then it all seemed to happen in slow motion. 

The upper half of your body was already moving forward, even as the heel of your shoe remained firmly wedged in the sidewalk crack. You felt the coffee sloshing around in the stainless steel travel mug in your hands, threatening to douse your crisp white blouse in the steaming beverage. You blindly threw your hand out in front of you, bracing yourself to hit the concrete and thinking to yourself that this was just one of those days when this might as well happen. 

But the harsh impact you’d prepared yourself for never came. 

It had taken you a moment to process that someone had caught you. Someone with impeccable reflexes, it seemed, as not only had they rescued you from taking a humiliating fall in the middle of a busy sidewalk, but they also managed to save your coffee without spilling a drop. To say that you were impressed by the feat was an understatement.

But when you looked up at your savior, you were damn near speechless. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, his dark eyes finding yours from beneath his black-framed glasses. And, other than the approximately thirty-seven heart attacks you’d had in the span of 2.5 seconds only moments before, you found yourself nodding in confirmation. 

“I’m fine. I… Thank you,” You breathed out, a warm, tingly feeling spreading out from your chest and right down to your toes. Gods, he had the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen. He appeared to be somewhere in his mid-forties, and wore a leather jacket with his slacks and tie, a combination you’d never quite seen before, but decided suited him quite well. 

“Are you sure? You look a little dizzy,” He noted. His arm was still around your waist, and you were grateful for it, because you didn’t quite trust the integrity of your knees at the moment.

After a few moments, which had exceeded the socially acceptable amount of time to moon over a stranger while clutching their remarkably toned biceps for dear life by a long-shot, your brain finally seemed to catch up to the rest of you, and promptly flooded your thoughts with embarrassment. You released your death-grip on his arms immediately, trying to maintain your dignity as you yanked your heel from the concrete crevice in a distinctly unladylike manor. All the while, the handsome stranger remained right there, dutifully holding your coffee and trying his best to hide the amusement in his eyes with a polite smile. 

Taking a deep breath and smoothing out your outfit, you nodded at him once again. “I’m fine,” You said in what you hoped was your most composed voice. He promptly handed you your coffee, and you swore you felt electricity when his fingers brushed against yours. 

“Glad to hear it,” He remarked, “That would have been a nasty fall.” 

“Nice save, Clark,” You joked, attempting your most charming smile. Were you flirting? Could you even consider this flirting?

“Clark?” He repeated, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. 

“You know, Clark Kent… with the glasses and... lightning-fast reflexes… saving me from an incredibly embarrassing moment?” You explained weakly. It wasn’t as if you’d never spoken to an attractive man before, but it seemed that the universe was decidedly not on your side this morning after all.

“Superman?” Another smile found its way to his face. He seemed flattered by your comment. “My daughter loves those comics.” At the mention of his daughter, your eyes quickly darted down to his left hand. There was no wedding ring there, but it was clear that there had been one there in the past. 

“Well, your daughter has excellent taste. And we could all use a few more heroes in our lives, right?” You sighed wistfully, before adding, “Thank you, by the way.” 

“It was no big deal,” He assured you. “I’m always happy to help a pretty lady in need.” 

You laughed quietly at the last part, finding the cheesiness of it adorable. You weren’t quite sure why you were still lingering on the street corner, except that you couldn’t quite bring yourself to walk away just yet. He seemed equally as reluctant to part from you, both of you grinning shyly at one another as you soaked in the meet-cute moment. Right up until his eyes fell to the ID badge clipped to your bag, that is. 

“Is that a Vil-Tech badge?”

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182 notes • Posted 2021-01-23 17:25:53 GMT

#1

The Best Man

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, a few curse words

Word Count: 2,560

Author’s Note: A fun part about getting older is that all of my friends are married or engaged now, and sometimes weddings bring up some insecurities. A more than a bit of venting going on here. This is my first time writing for the love of my life Marcus Pike and I’m very nervous/excited. 

Summary: When your best friend asks you to be the maid of honor at her wedding, you’re convinced that you’ll never find your own happy ending- until you meet a certain groomsman. 

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You weren’t proud of the feelings of dread that washed over you as you sat in the parking lot of the wedding venue. You’d been sitting in your car for just a little longer than socially acceptable, given that the rest of the bridal party had likely already gathered inside. You just needed to make it through the next two days, and then you could go back to your apartment, wrap yourself in a blanket, and wallow in your feelings. 

You thought you’d be better at ignoring the green-eyed monster that was currently threatening to ruin what was supposed to be a happy occasion. 

You’d dutifully sat through dress fittings, gave thoughtful opinions on flower arrangements and centerpieces and invitations, and meticulously planned the bridal shower and bachelorette party. It was your job as the maid of honor to make sure that everything went off without a hitch on your best friend’s special day. 

You were happy for her- so happy for her. You’d never seen her like this, and you knew that she and Greg were going to have the perfect lives together. A fairytale wedding, a beautiful home, a loving family with two-point-five kids and a golden retriever in the backyard. A cliche to be sure, but you couldn’t deny the pang of jealousy that Melissa had found her perfect match while you were still decidedly and hopelessly single. You buried those feelings down deep, enduring it all with a smile. 

It would happen for you eventually. 

Probably. 

Well, you could hope, right?

When you finally made your way inside, Melissa had already worked herself into a panic. The best man, Marcus, was nowhere to be found.

Mellissa had told you a little about Greg’s best man. You knew that he worked for the FBI, that he and Greg had been in a band together in his younger days, and that he was flying in from Washington D.C. for the wedding. His flight was supposed to arrive an hour ago, and then he would take a cab from the airport to the venue. 

Clearly, that plan had derailed at some point. 

“Greg, we only have the rehearsal space for another twenty minutes-” Melissa reminded him impatiently. 

“He’ll be here, Mel. I swear, the one time he’s late for anything…” Greg sighed, shaking his head. He pulled his phone from his pocket, presumably dialing the best man’s number again before holding the phone to his ear. The silence seemed to drag on forever as Mellissa glared daggers at her husband-to-be. “Damn it, Marcus, turn your phone on...” 

You tried to deescalate the situation, placing a calming hand on Melissa’s shoulder and quietly reminding her to breathe. With patience wearing thin all around, the last thing you needed was for Bridezilla to make an appearance today. 

“Why don’t we just run through the ceremony without him, and he can follow my lead tomorrow. All he really has to do is stand there and hand you the rings, right? Does that sound okay?” You looked back and forth between the couple hopefully, and they nodded in agreement.

“Good. Happy thoughts, you two. It’s going to be the most magical day of your lives, I promise.” 

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245 notes • Posted 2021-03-25 21:07:58 GMT

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How they react when you cry at a TV show/ Movie

For: Frankie Morales, Din Djarin, Marcus Moreno, Pero Tovar, Marcus Pike, Agent Whiskey, Dave York and Oberyn Martell

x Gn Reader (Pero x afab reader)

Summary: how the Pedro boys would react when you get upset watching your favourite TV show or movie (this may or may not be inspired after I watched the Flight episode of Greys)

Warnings: reader upset over their favourite character death/ one mention or pregnancy with Pero

Frankie

You had finally convinced Frankie to watch your favourite show with you, starting from the beginning again. You had only made it a few seasons in before starting again with Frankie so when one of your favourite characters died it was your first time watching this part. He was so engrossed in what was going on that he didn’t realise you had been crying until you were gasping for air and shaking next to him. At first he panicked thinking something had happened to you.

“Whats wrong, baby?” he turned to face you.

When you couldn’t talk through the tears but waved towards the TV he realised you were crying at the show and so he pulled you into his side, cradling your head and shoulders as he gently rocked and hushed you. He did have to bite back a smile, knowing he would definitely tease you later about this.

“It’s okay, let it out.”

When you tried to say you were sorry through the tears, that you were being silly and it was just a show he told you that you weren’t being silly at all and asked if you wanted to put on an episode of something funnier before bed. He gently held you against his side until the sniffling stopped, then he started to tickle your side to really make sure the tears stayed away.  

Din

The long journeys through hyperspace could be boring sometimes and so whenever you went into the bunk to relax you would put on an old show on your holo projector. Once Din had the ship settled in hyperspace, he climbed down the ladder to check on you and the kid. When the bunk door opened he saw the kid happily asleep in his hammock and then you curled up in the corner with a hand over your mouth trying to keep your tears in. He panicked thinking you had been hurt the last time you were off the ship and didn’t tell him but as soon as he seen you watching the show you had told him about he put his hand on his hip and beckoned you out the bunk. 

“I thought you were hurt,” he said, “come on, lets not wake the kid up.” 

He helped you up the ladder but as soon as you went to sit in your seat he gently gripped your arm to stop you, moving your bodies so he was on his seat and you were lying across his lap, curled into his chest. He let you mope around for a while, gently holding you against his chest, before distracting you as he spoke about the next planet you were going to.

Marcus M

You felt Missy was now old enough to watch one of your favourite shows with you and so started from the beginning for the third time to watch together. You knew one of the saddest episodes were coming but thought since this would be the third time watching it you would be fine. You were wrong. Missy was a little upset but no where near you so you managed to hold in the tears as you walked out her room and climbed into bed with Marcus. You let the tears flow and he chuckled quietly, putting down his book and taking off his glasses as he pulled you onto his chest. 

“Oh honey, still as sad as the first time?” he rubbed your back. 

“Sadder! How can it get sadder every time?” you cried, your tears now leaving a wet patch on his grey t-shirt, “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry, it is a sad episode. Remember I cried when I watched it too!”

“Oh yeah, you cried like a baby,” you laughed.

The both of you stayed curled up like that as he put on a funnier TV show for you both to have on in the background as you laughed at his reaction when he first watched the show.

Pero

Pero had never been to see a play before; mercenaries do not have that much downtime. Recently Pero decided to “hang up the sword” and take over the Blacksmith shop since he did not want to leave his wife for prolonged periods of times, especially since you were not carrying his child. As soon as you said you had to visit the nearby town for materials for your seamstress shop, he had the horse and cart packed for the journey. It was a short journey and easy enough to collect all the materials you needed. On the walk back to the cart, Pero saw you watch the people fill into the theatre to watch a play.

“Do you want to go watch as well, mi amor?”

“Its okay Pero, I know it is not how you would wish to spend your afternoon.”

“I wish to spend my afternoon with you, that is all,” Pero took your hand and walked you towards the theatre.

You hadn’t been to see a play since before you met Pero and were happy to be back in the excited atmosphere. It was a play you had never seen before, one that had you in tears by the end. Pero hadn’t noticed, his eyes half shut with sleep, until the play ended and he turned to face you. Your face was tear stained and eyes puffy.

“Mi amor?”

“It’s fine Pero, hormones,” you tried to laugh it off but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

He gently took your hand, placing a kiss to the back of your knuckles and helping you out of the seat, wrapping an arm around your waist in an unusual public display of affection as he walked you back to the cart. He let you sleep against his shoulder the whole way home, tired from tears and carrying his child, pressing kisses to your head and squeezing your leg every so often.

Marcus P

This man will be crying with you. With your work lives quite hectic for now, the both of you decided to find a TV show to watch together when you got home to spend some time together after work, curled up on the couch with a takeaway. This night you watched a particularly sad episode as you lay between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. You tried to hide your tears, facing forwards and letting them run down your face, but when you heard Marcus sniffle from behind you decided to turn and face him. The both of you laughed hard at how puffy each others eyes were, his arms tightening around your waist as he pulled you tighter against him. 

“I’m glad I’m not the only one crying,” he spoke into your neck, his voice a little muffled.

“Me too,” you laughed, the tears still falling down your face.

“I think we should put something a little more lighthearted than this now, hm?”

“I think thats a good idea,” you laughed, turning your head to press a kiss to his cheek.

Whiskey

When Jack got home from his mission the last thing he expected was you curled up on the couch with a box of tissues and crying at the TV. 

“Sweetheart, whats wrong?” he walked over to you, placing his hat on the rack and sitting by your side.

“This show! Why do they make it so sad?”

“Well, I could ask why you keep watching it if it makes you this sad?” he teased.

When he saw that your lips didn’t move from their pout, he gently pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddling his waist as you pressed into his neck. He kissed down your neck until your breathing calmed down a little and he finally pulled you back to look at him.

“How ‘bout you let me make you forget all about that show, hm?”

Your face finally cracked into a smile, leaning forward and taking lips in yours. After a minute of breathless kissing he stood up and wrapped your legs around his waist, walking towards the bedroom.

“Hell, why don’t we see if ol’ Jack can make you forget your own name...”

Dave 

When Dave came home from work and noticed the light was still on in the living room he knew you would be watching your favourite show because you preferred watching it on the big TV. What he didn’t expect was to find you hysterically crying on the couch. He dropped his briefcase, quickly by your side and holding your face.

“What happened?”

“They-they-”

“Shhh, its okay deep breaths you can tell me,” he rubbed his thumbs back and forth over your cheeks.

“They killed him off!”

“Who did?”

“The show! They just- they just killed him off!”

“I thought you were hurt!” Dave’s suddenly worried face was covered in a grin as he let his back fall against the couch.

His hand came up to his chest, literally breathing out a sigh of relief as he laughed.

“Its not funny,” you sighed, letting yourself fall back next to him.

“Oh, honey,” he moved his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side and rubbing circles on your bare shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

He reached for the remote, clicking off the paused show you had been watching and putting something funnier on the TV as he let you curl up into his side, chuckling every so often but also pressing kisses into the top of your head.

Oberyn

He hadn’t expected you to cry so much at the play, almost regretting bringing you as he watched you wipe away the tears that were flowing down your cheeks. You turned to him, cheeks red and slightly embarrassed as you huffed a laugh. Oberyn reached out and wiped some of the tears with his hand before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap. 

“It’s okay, my love, I’ve got you,” he whispered into your ear.

He sat back in his chair more comfortably, letting you curl into his chest as he rubbed your back while you watched the rest of the play.

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WIP WEDNESDAY

thank to my dear @perotovar for the tag, this was an absolute treat and I’m so happy I got to play along! 💕

Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

so…here are a few WIPS:

🥀 - oh to have the god of the apocalypse Joel Miller be reminded of his humanity because of you

🪸 - oh to be a mermaid & fall in love with your grumpy land prince Javier Peña

🍂 - oh to be a new farmer & grow closer to your town’s local blacksmith Frankie Morales

🗡️ - oh to be a priestess & have a hardened mercenary like Tovar become your devoted guard

here are a few snippets:

Blacksmith!Frankie x Farmer!Reader -

Your heart hammers in your chest the entire time. Yet, it’s comforting. He’s warm and stays close to you. The conversation is light, easy, simple talk of how his and your day went. You’ve grown to him over these months here at the farm. And now the said farm stretches before you a soft welcome home.

Frankie, like the gentleman he is, walks you to your door.

“Thank you for walking me home. Please be safe walking back!” You’re earnest, meaning your words. You are grateful for the time he took to make sure you made it back safe.

“Thanks and stay warm, little farmer.” He grins softly, kind.

Javi P x Mermaid!Reader -

“So uh…you really don’t have, like, an adorable sea creature companion or some shit?” He asks hesitantly but human or not you sense the humor there and you flat out splash him.

Javier snickers out an absolutely magical noise that crinkles his eyes beautifully and you believe you’re seeing one of the world’s hidden treasures. He’s too handsome for his own good, the surface world’s handcrafted temptation for you.

All you can do is sink halfway back into the water by the pier hoping the cool waves bring you back to reality.

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Now time for a poll!

no pressure tags: @lowlights @beskarandblasters @julesonrecord @morallyinept @tightjeansjavi @burntheedges @haylzcyon @swiftispunk & anyone I might have missed or who wants to join in!

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Finish your fic friday!

Omg I’m giggling so much I love this lol thank you to my sweet babe @beskarandblasters for the tag!!

Rules: send an ask with a WIP title, and i’ll add five sentences and ramble vaguely about it.

Most of these still don’t have titles pls don’t judge ME 😭

blacksmith!frankie morales x farmer!reader

holy terrain - pero tovar x priestess!reader

javier peña x mermaid!reader

god of the apocalypse!joel miller x f!reader

I’m so sorry these are so weird and chaotic as hell I’m gonna go hide now BYEEE!!

no pressure tags: @lowlights @julesonrecord @perotovar @burntheedges @morallyinept @tightjeansjavi @haylzcyon & omg anyone I missed or who wants to!! Friday is any day if your heart believes it so do this whenever you please lol

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Reacting to You Being Insecure

For: Frankie Morales, Din Djarin, Marcus Moreno, Javier Peña, Agent Whiskey, Pero Tovar, Oberyn Martell, Marcus Pike.

In response to request from @hnt-escape for how they help you relax when you hate every piece of clothing you own.

Frankie - We all know Frankie can be a bit insecure himself sometimes but he doesn't understand how you can be. He walks by the bathroom and sees you looking in the mirror tugging on the short outfit you are wearing on this hot summers day. He walks in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist but when he sees the sadness in your eyes he turns you to face him.

He takes you face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs across your cheeks. He asks you to tell him what is wrong and can't understand why you don't think you look good.

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Every inch of you is perfect and your clothes show that! If you don't feel comfortable then we can go look for something else for you to wear but I think you look amazing as you are. It shows off your lovely arms, and your beautiful hips, that amazing ass and wonderful thighs," he has you smiling and laughing by the end as he lists everything he loves about you.

Din - He comes down from the cockpit to find you pulling at your T-shirt, looking at your reflection in the shiny walls of the ship. He doesn't understand why you look so upset with what is staring back at you - he thinks you are the most beautiful, strong, wonderful person in the galaxy. He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your hands away from the material. He gently asks you to stop, turning you around to face him and taking you into his arms. It's not too often he initiates such soft moments but seeing you unhappy will make him do it. He will hold you in his arms, whispering how beautiful you are to him -

He loves your arms and how you hold him in them so carefully when he comes back from an especially tough bounty, and no your t-shirt doesn't make them look funny.

He loves your hips and how he can grip onto them or can pull you closer, and no you t-shirt doesn't hug them too tight.

Your thighs, well they're one of his favourite, and he loves when you sit across his lap and he can hold onto them or how strong they are when you run along beside him, and no your trousers do not make them look big.

He will whisper all this until you believe he and he will do this whenever he needs to.

Marcus M - This would break Marcus's poor heart. The two of you were meant to be going out on a date night tonight but after pulling out your whole wardrobe you don't feel happy in anything you wear. He hates to see you look this sad especially when it's about your body that he finds amazing.

He tells you he can cancel the table and you can just stay home tonight, Missy is still going to stay at her grans anyway. He orders food in and finds a funny movie to watch, hoping to distract you until you feel better. Once your mood is a bit better he will turn you to face him, telling you everyone has those days but you are beautiful.

"Do you not think that I feel a bit insecure about the way my tummy looks sometimes? We all have days where we have those thoughts but just know you shouldn't listen to them. You are perfect and beautiful as you are and I will tell you that," he kisses you, "every moment of every day."

Javier - He is a very physical man and that is what would make you feel better. He got home a little earlier than you thought and found you sitting on your bed in a towel. Just as he is about to make a comment about how he needs to come home early more often if this is how he finds you, he stops and sees your face and the sadness in your eyes. He looks at the pile of clothes next to the closet. He decides to play off he hadn't noticed to try and make you feel better first.

"Welcome home to me," he strides towards you kneeling in front of you.

"Hey Javi, how was work," you put on a fake smile.

"Hmm we can talk about it later?" He reaches up and loosens the towel around you to let it fall to the floor.

He shuffles you up the bed and starts to make love to you. After a few moments he begins to place kisses all over you, tell you how he loves your body and every piece of it. He sees the sadness in your eyes slowly fade away until your usual sparkle is back. He knows he will talk about how you were feeling soon but for now he will just hold you in his arms.

Whiskey - Talk about showering you with love. This man will hear you on the phone to a friend telling them how much you hate all your clothes on. When you come off the phone he'll walk over, placing his hands on your hips.

"Darlin' what in the world are you talking about? You're the most gorgeous, stunning, world stoppingly beautiful person I ever did lay eyes on and some clothes in a closet shouldn't make you think different. Now, let me show you just how much I mean all that, sweetheart."

Pero - Since Pero settled in the village working as a blacksmith you take him his lunch every day. You sit outside his hut and eat together as you tell him about your day when a beautiful woman walks by. You're suddenly insecure at how well her clothes suit her, seeming to hug her in the right way every way you feel yours doesn't. Pero sees you look at her and tug at your own layer of clothing. He turns to face forward.

"I promise one day I'll have many coins to spend on beautiful fabric to have garments as lovely as you deserve."

You turn to look at him, seeing the sadness in his eyes as he looks at the obviously expensive clothes the woman wears and you stop to grab his hand with yours.

"No, my love. You buy me the most beautiful clothes I just wish I could wear them as they deserve to be worn."

"There is no one in this land more beautiful than you, my love. Please, do not think yourself any lesser," he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips, gently stroking your cheek as he does so.

He is not a man of many words but his small gestures of affection are enough to make you feel better.

Oberyn - There is a feast two days from now for another Lord travelling to the land. You try and take off all the dresses, not feeling good in any of them. Oberyn finds you sitting on your bed, looking at the clothes surrounding you.

"What's wrong, my love?"

"I just- none of these beautiful dresses look good on."

"What do you mean?" He sees the look on your face, disheartened as you avoid his eyes "These dresses are beautiful because you wear them so. If you want a new dress, I can have one made but, you look wonderful in them all, the most beautiful person in all the lands."

Marcus P - There was a work party this weekend and you tried on everything in your closet. You lie down on your bed with a groan, throwing your arm over your eyes.

"What's wrong, honey, you're going to crinkle your dress" Marcus walks in fixing his cuff links.

"Who cares, it already looks horrible," you groan.

"What?" Marcus pulls you to your feet, "tell me what you think is wrong with it?"

"Everything, my tummy, my legs, my arms."

Marcus spins you around to face the mirror, resting his hands on your hips and head on your shoulder.

"All I see, is my beautiful girlfriend who is going to make everyone in their tonight jealous because you're on my arm, not theirs."

You look up at his eyes and upon seeing the pure adoration for you, you finally smile.

"You think?"

"I know," he turns you and places a kiss on your lips.

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