#dancing pedro alert!

[skittlesfics]

something soft

name: something soft

pairing: Joel Miller x gn!Reader

word count: 1212

summary: Settling down in Jackson has given you and Joel back a lot of things.

content/warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, established relationship, Jackson!Joel, vague references to outbreak difficulties, unbetad

author's note: OMG, so I have been writing Joel fics/Pedro character fics for over a year now and have been too much of a coward to actually post anything. I decided to finally suck it up and join an event so that I was forced to post. This is a valentine for @beskarandblasters . Hope you enjoy! Happy Valentine's Day, y'all. -

Joel’s hand was warm where it wrapped around your ankle, his thumb stroking idly at the skin just below the joint as he turned to the next page of his book. It was a large-type Western that you had looted from an old library as a joke – but one that he became more appreciative of as the strain of years on alert made it harder and harder to focus on smaller script at night.

Many things were different now that you were settled into Jackson proper, but this was definitely one of your favorites.

Quiet moments out on the road meant that Joel was planning your next move or that all three of you were gathering energy for whatever horror was to come next. There was no space for leisure or relaxation in that quiet, even if there were rare moments of levity dappled into the shadows of survival. Here, though, in Jackson, you were both learning to let the quiet in.

Joel pushed his thumb into your ankle a little harder, just enough to pull you out of your reverie. Those memories were a dangerous path that you both had trodden too many times; He could see the spiral starting in your expression even before you knew it was there. When you lifted your eyes to meet his gaze, he smiled, sliding the bookmark Ellie had drawn for him as a Christmas gift into place. (Holidays were another thing that Jackson had given back to the three of you.) You let your eyes get drawn to the sketch of the astronaut floating over something that vaguely resembled the moon. I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. It’s impossible to put down!

“Got something to show you, if you’re amenable.” He said after setting the book down carefully on the fraying arm of the couch. His voice was rich and low, thick with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his eyes seeking something in yours. If you didn’t know any better, you might have said that Joel Miller was nervous.

You couldn’t hold back your own soft smile, swinging one leg off of Joel’s lap in an attempt to sit up. He held onto your other ankle for a moment, tracing idle circles into your flesh with his thumb before realizing his error and releasing you.

You sat up and bookmarked your own novel. Well Read Mother Clucker is what yours said, with a drawing of what you supposed must be yourself as a chicken. “I suppose I’m amenable.” You answered, nudging his shoulder as you stretched to loosen your taught muscles.

He huffed, fond smile still crooked on his lips, and stood.

“You stay right here and close those pretty eyes. Give me a minute.” He commanded. He pushed himself up with an audible complaint from his knees, a soft grunt marking the effort in the motion that he had hidden from you for so long before Jackson. You bit back your giggle, letting him believe that the sound blended in with the staccato crackles from the wood in the fireplace.

With your eyes closed, you tried to map Joel’s path through the room. You could hear his footsteps leading away towards the kitchen, the board next to the dining table groaning in protest. He didn’t say it, but you could already hear his grumble. Gotta fix that come springtime. That was a new thing in Jackson as well, planning for the future in this one place. Building a home. The thought brought a warmth to your chest that distracted you from his next movements.

Firelight danced behind your eyelids, and you let yourself sink back into the couch, shifting into the pocket of warmth Joel had abandoned as you heard him open a cabinet door. It creaked only slightly – the China cabinet perhaps? You wondered if he had finally listened to your complaints about chipped plates and managed to loot something whole to eat off of. Or maybe he’d managed to find another bag of stale coffee out there somewhere to replenish your dwindling supply. Practicalities that felt like luxuries.

Joel didn’t leave you waiting long. You followed the path of his footsteps back to you, tilting your head towards him even with your eyes closed. He leaned in and pressed a soft, warm kiss against your forehead, reaching out to cup your cheek before straightening again and placing something on the coffee table in front of you with a heavy clunk. The plates then?

“You can open.” He said, sinking into the seat you had abandoned in pursuit of his warmth. “It’s not much, but…”

You weren’t sure if he trailed off or if your brain simply stopped processing sound as you opened your eyes to reveal a small red crock speckled with white and black spots. There was a clumsy ribbon tied out of strips of sun-bleached red fabric from God-knows-where around it, but inside. Delicate, carefully crafted roses were arranged in an explosion of natural wood tones. If it weren’t for the colors, they would have appeared lifelike, almost. You reached out, carefully stroking one of the petals. It was nearly translucent, but undoubtably wood. He had made them.

When you looked over at him it was through watery eyes. He was watching you, expression impassive, betrayed only by the slightest quirk at the edge of his mouth.

“You made these?” You asked, breathless.

“’s hard to get fresh flowers in February up here.” He explained with a shrug, like that explained it. Like it hadn’t taken hours of painstaking labor to shave each individual petal out of wood that he had cut down and prepared with his own hands. Like he hadn’t filled your heart to bursting.

He opened his arms and you slid into his lap, throwing your arms around his shoulders and squeezing tight, like he might try to get away. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as you rained kisses across his face, one large hand finding your hip and resting there, the other finding your chin to pull you in and kiss you properly. It was a slow kiss, soft and reverent, like he wanted to memorize the press of your lips against his, the soft sigh you let out against his mouth, the way your body relaxed into the warmth of him.

“They’re beautiful, Joel, they’re everything.” You whispered finally, dropping your head down to rest against his strong shoulder.

“They’re alright.” He deflected, cradling you against his chest, “Next Valentine’s Day, I’ll get you something nicer.”

It struck you then, the date. Another thing that Jackson had given back to you was a calendar to go by. You hadn’t gotten used to tracking the days as the passed yet, more focused on the weather than a number. But of course Joel would notice, especially after he saw what Christmas had done for you and for Ellie. Valentine’s Day here, after the end of the world.

You burrowed your face into the warm cotton of his shirt, knowing that he would feel the wetness of your happy tears against his chest and not caring. He held you there, pressing a kiss against the crown of your head. Something simple, something soft, something yours.

[flightlessangelwings]

Stripping Away Our Armor

Din Djarin x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 5.6k

Prompt/Summary- “Who did this to you?” / You are an informant for the Mandalorian, and secret, unspoken feelings start to blossom between you. But how does he react when he comes by one night and you’re hurt?

Warnings- smut (18+ only!), sex worker reader (we respect sex workers in this house), oral (m receiving), soft romantic sex, praise kink, mutual pining, kind of forbidden romance, hurt/comfort, protective!Din, Din likes cheesy jokes, allusion to violence (nothing excessive), injured reader (nothing super descriptive), minor character death, slight grumpy/sunshine vibes

Notes- Surprise @misspearly1 I’m your Pedro gift exchange writer!!! 💖 I’ve had fun being a sneaky anon and writing this for you!!! I’m sorry this is a little late but I hope you enjoy this!! And thank you @pedrostories for organizing this event!!!

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Graphic made by me (I love the Star Wars vibe of this so much!!)

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Colorful lights flickered to the beat of the dance music in the club as the Mandalorian walked through the crowd. All types of characters surrounded him: from the young and eager to see the spectacular around them to those who tried to blend in while on the run. Men crowded around the small tables and threw credits and sleazy looks at the dancers. Women with barely anything on their bodies sauntered by carrying trays of drinks. Some gave him a flirty glance, but most recognized him and left him alone. 

There was only ever one person who he saw at the club.

“She’s not here right now, Mando,” one of the other girls, Sonya, set her tray down at the bar and addressed him as he approached. She gave him a subtle flirty glance before she flagged the bartender and gave him a drink order for her table. 

“What happened?” he replied, his voice masking the concern that laid below.

Sonya shrugged, “I think she’s on a personal visit to a vip client. You’re welcome to wait for her,” she gathered fresh glasses and filled them as she spoke, “I’ll let her know you’re here when she gets back. But it might be late,” she eyed the Mandalorian up and down and her done dropped as she smirked, “I can always keep you company in the meantime,” she traced her finger along the beskar on his arm. She knew that the Mandalorian only ever asked for you, yet she couldn’t help but grasp the opportunity while she had it.

Mando gently moved his arm away from her reach, “I’ll wait for her,” he stated plainly yet without malice.

Her expression dropped as she let out a heavy exhale, “Suit yourself.” Sonya knew it was a long shot, yet she wasn’t immune to the beskar-clad man’s effortless charm. But she took his rejection with dignity as she turned and walked away. 

The Mandalorian turned to face the crowd and leaned against the bar. Keeping on high alert at all times, he scanned the crowd and studied the faces he saw. There were some he knew he recognized from bounty pucks, but they weren’t his concern at the moment. He had a higher paying target he was after, and he needed your help to find him.

This arrangement started many months ago when Mando first came into the club to look for a target. Most everyone else who was there at the time was too scared or too intimidated by him. Except for you. You took him into the back and gave him all the information he needed… and then you gave him a taste of your services.

From then, he was drawn back to you time and time again. Mando refused to admit he was addicted to you. But there were times that he looked more forward to the time he spent with you than the information you provided. And once you were behind closed doors, the facade of the toughness you kept up melted away to reveal a kind, good person. And that only made Mando more mesmerized by you. 

It was something he understood fully: keep your emotions out of your line of work. He did the same. Yet, when the two of you were alone together, the Mandalorian felt like you were the only person in the galaxy that really saw the true him. And the way your tough exterior faded away as your face relaxed and your smile lit up the room told him that you trusted him too. You were even the one person to actually make him laugh too, and it felt so good to Mando to let his guard down. 

As he stood at the bar and waited for you, Mando couldn’t help but drift back to the day the two of you met… 

*

“I’m looking for someone,” the Mandalorian asked the bartender as he set the bounty puck down, “He been by here?”

The bartender just huffed and turned to serve others at the far end of the bar without even glancing at the holo image.

Mando let out a heavy sigh as he turned around and faced the crowd. Most danced to the pulsing music and didn’t even give him a second glance. Some scurried out of his way, but he paid them no mind. 

The target had to be here somewhere…

“Need something, Mandalorian?” a sultry voice called his attention, “Perhaps I can… be of service…” your tone dropped as you bat your eyes flirtatiously and shimmied your shoulder subtly. 

Mando looked you up and down and his posture stiffened; you were captivating. Even as a hardened bounty hunter, Mando couldn’t help but notice the way your tiny outfit sparkled right at your breasts to draw men’s eyes. His fists tightened as he fought to keep his composure, “This man… Supposed to be a regular here…”

Just as Mando was about to activate the holo image, you covered it, “Not out here,” your eyes narrowed as you leaned in, “Follow me…” 

The Mandalorian wasn’t sure why but he felt a pull as you slid your hand in his gloved one and took him back to one of the private rooms. And that’s when it happened: the hardened exterior faded away the moment the door was closed and the sultry expression morphed into a genuinely bright smile. 

“Man it smells like upbabe in here…” you sighed in exasperation once you and the Mandalorian were alone.

He stood silent, the slight tilt of his helmet was the only movement as you felt his gaze heavy on you.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “You’re supposed to say ‘what’s upbabe’ and then I say ‘not much what’s up with you!’”

The Mandalorian was caught off guard by your joke once our tough exterior melted away. He stared at you for several moments before he couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh- the first time he did that in a very long time…

* 

“Mando…?” 

Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he was brought back to the present where you stood before him. You looked as radiant as ever, and Mando couldn’t help the wave of relief that washed over him at seeing you were alright.

“Hey,” he replied.

“Here for the usual?” you asked coyly. When he nodded in response, you slid your hand in his gloved one and your tone dropped seductively, “Follow me.”

He welcomed that familiar touch… that familiar routine. 

Once the two of you were alone in one of the private rooms, you placed a hand on Mando’s chest and gently guided him backwards. His visor never left you as he allowed you to lead him: something he didn’t let anyone else do. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something different about you. The Mandalorian didn’t trust easily, but he trusted you. 

All the breath left his body as Mando landed on the chair behind him. But he wasn’t sure if it was the landing that knocked the breath out of his chest or if it was the way you looked at him with a fire behind your eyes. Mando’s knees instantly parted to allow you to settle in between his legs, and neither of you broke eye contact as you slowly dropped to your knees on the floor before him.

Mando breathed your name as he reached out and cupped your chin. Your hands landed on his inner thighs just above the plates of beskar on his legs and you gave his flesh a firm squeeze. But just as Mando tried to reach for you and touch you more, eager to make you feel as good as you always made him feel, you stopped him. 

“Let me, Mando,” you whispered as you ran your hands along his thighs and fiddled with the seam at the center of his pants, “I want to take care of you today.”

He couldn’t help but groan as his cock hardened at the thought of what you had planned. Mando watched as you freed his cock from the confines of his pants, and his hands balled into fists when you licked your lips involuntarily. You glanced up at him for a moment before you settled yourself and wrapped your hand around his length.

You worked slowly at first, raising and lowering your hand along Mando’s cock. You watched with eagerness as he hardened more and more with his pump of your fist until he was fully erect before you. A soft whimper escaped your lips as you shifted your position to rub your thighs together for some friction that you suddenly desperately needed. 

Before Mando could address your action, though, you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, your tongue lapping at the sensitive head as you did so. He growled as his hands landed on your shoulders as you lowered your head down his shaft, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could.

“Fuck,” Mando hissed as the warmth of your mouth engulfed him, “So good mesh’la…” the praise dripped from his lips in a low tone before he could help it.

You hummed around his cock as you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked him off as hard as you could, knowing exactly what he liked. Raising your head back up, you popped off his cock to instead lick at the salty sweet skin there. You nibbled gently at the head before you ran your tongue flat down the shaft.

Mando groaned your name as you made your way back up his length, your tongue hitting every vein and sensitive spot along the way. Before you took him into your mouth again, you paused and looked up at him and Mando swore the universe froze for a moment. You looked so tantalizing as you looked at him with a desperate fire in your eyes, a trail of spit still connected the two of you.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” he sighed heavily.

Without replying, you took Mando’s cock into your mouth again and swallowed as much of it as you could. This time, you had a specific intention in mind, and you weren’t going to stop until you got what you wanted. Mando growled as your warmth became his whole world once more as you bobbed up and down on his cock.

“Fuck… Cyar’ika… I’m…” was all he managed to get out between a string of curses in Mando’a before he exploded in your mouth.

You never let up, even as Mando’s cum filled your throat. You kept going, working and sucking his cock as he came hard into your mouth. And you greedily lapped up and swallowed every last drop, not wanting even one bit to go to waste. You kept going until Mando grabbed onto your scalp and pulled you off of him when he was completely spent.

The two of you stayed in a heavy silence for several moments. Both of you just panted as you both caught your breath, and even though you didn’t see his face, you felt the intensity of his gaze behind the helmet. It sent a fresh wave of need through you and you couldn’t help but moan as you suddenly became aware of how tightly he held you.

In a rush, Mando pounced off the chair and crashed your bodies to the floor. Normally, he preferred to fuck you in a bed, or at least a table, but there was something about you today that filled him with need. He couldn’t wait. He had to feel you, hold you… taste you…

“I need you, sweetheart,” Mando growled as he covered your body with his own and his hands roamed all over you. 

All the air was suddenly forced out of your chest as you hit the floor hard. Too wrapped up in the euphoria of having the Mandalorian on top of you, his hands roaming all over your figure, you almost forgot about why you didn’t allow him to touch you for a moment. But you were painfully reminded when his large hand grabbed your waist and pulled you close against him.

You cried out in pain and all the ecstasy of Mando’s touch completely vanished.

Right away, Mando pulled off of you and sat up on his knees, “What is it?” he asked in concern as his hand hovered over you, “What’s wrong?”

You were not going to shed tears in front of him. You were determined not to show any sign of pain or vulnerability. But the pain in your side screamed at you until you could barely hear anything else. It wasn’t until Mando said your name again that you opened your eyes and looked at him. And even though you didn’t see an inch of skin on him, you could tell he was concerned just from the way he held himself in front of you, his chest puffed up and his shoulders tense. 

“It’s…” you let out a deep breath as you steadied yourself, “It’s nothing,” you tried your best to hide your pain as you scooted away from him slightly, “I’m alright. Just hit the ground a little too hard…”

“It’s not nothing,” Mando’s tone turned serious as he inched forward to stay in your proximity, “Let me see.”

“N-no…” you tried to protest.

“Cyare…” His tone was soft yet it left no room for argument, and the Mandalorian moved too fast for you to block anyway. That came as no surprise, considering he was the best bounty hunter in the galaxy. What did surprise you, however, was the tenderness and care in his touch as he held your sides and carefully lifted your shirt up.

Mando couldn’t stop the low growl that escaped his lips when he saw the wound on your side. It was fresh, but not bleeding. And a scan with his helmet told him that it wasn’t deep, which provided some relief. He sighed as he looked up at your face and he internally kicked himself for not noticing the slight swelling just below your eye before now.

“What happened?” Mando couldn’t help the anger in his voice, though it wasn’t directed at you, “Who did this to you?” he tenderly cupped your face with both hands. When you stayed silent as you looked into his visor with sad eyes, he added softly, “Tell me.”

You let out a heavy breath as you caved, “Shaun…” your voice was hushed as your gaze dropped to the ground, “Shaun Deggs.” All the light that Mando admired in your eyes was gone, and the normally bright smile that drew him back time and time again was clouded over with the tears that you fought back. 

Mando knew the name: it was the target he came to ask you about. His blood boiled as he thought about all the ways he would make him pay for hurting you. You, who was his one light in a dark world. You who was the only person he looked forward to seeing. You, who Mando… cared a lot for. 

He let out a low growl as his grip tensed.

Feeling the intensity of his emotions, you filled the tense silence, “He’s been a regular at the club for some time… deep pockets. He gets himself into trouble with gambling though,” you rambled, “I don’t know how, but somehow he found out I was working with you…” you sighed wearily, “He didn’t like that…” your voice trailed off as you let the Mandalorian piece together what happened.

Mando never felt a rage like this before; he never felt the need to protect someone so greatly like this. At that moment, it didn’t matter that Shaun was worth more alive than dead. He was going to pay for what he did to you with his life. He was going to pay for taking away the light in your eyes.

“Where can I find him?”

*

“No, no, no… P-please…” Shaun begged as he crawled on the floor. Bruises erupted all over his skin as cuts bled and he was sure he had at least three broken bones.

Hovering over him was the imitating figure of the Mandalorian. Blade in hand, he leaned over and smacked him across the face once more as he grumbled lowly. Never before had the Mandalorian felt a rage like this, and with every smack to this low life, he saw your face flash before him. Mando wondered if you looked like this when Shaun paid you a visit, if you were this scared. And he wasn’t there to protect you…

“Tell Gar I promise I’ll pay him back,” Shaun’s voice cracked as his body weakened, “Just don’t kill me please… I’m worth more alive, Mando.”

“I don’t care,” Mando growled, “You hurt someone… Important to me,” he spoke your name, “You remember her?”

Shaun bit his lip and nodded as he whimpered, “I-I’m sorry… I won’t go near her ever again. I swear!”

“I know you won’t…” 

The scream Shaun let out echoed in the room. 

*

You let out a heavy sigh as you ran your hands across your face. It was late into the night, and Mando made you promise to stay at your place until he got back after he walked you home and bandaged your injuries. He barely spoke while he carefully set the bacta patches on the gashes in your skin, but you felt the tension there without the words needed. Even through the layers of amor, you felt his anger radiate and you saw the tension in his arms and shoulders. You had never seen him like this before, and it made your mind spin.

Ever since you first laid eyes on the Mandalorian, there was something that drew you to him. Instead of being scared of him, you felt safe in his presence, and he was the one person you felt like you could let your guard down around. The routine came easily for the two of you: he would come by the club for information on a target, and you would take him to a back room and give him what he needed… and then some. Fully expecting him to be rough with you, it came as a pleasant surprise when Mando was so tender with his touches and he handled you so gently.

Feelings weren’t a luxury you could afford in this life, though. And you knew being a Mandalorian, he couldn’t let himself get too close either. So you kept your true feelings buried deep down, and you were grateful for the time you got with him. It caught you completely off guard though when Mando went into a rage once he saw you were hurt.

“That has to mean something, right?” you whispered to yourself as you clutched the small vibroblade Mando handed you, not wanting to leave you unarmed. There were two things you knew about the Mandalorian and his culture: the helmet never came off, and weapons were as important as air. 

You bit your lip and held the weapon close to yourself as you heard his words to you in your head: “Stay here. Keep this close. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

But you were jolted from your thoughts by a knock at your door. A specific, rhythmic knock. Your face lit up as you set the blade down on the table and jumped for the door. When you opened it, the familiar figure of the Mandalorian greeted you on the other side and your shoulders dropped with a heavy exhale of relief. 

“Mando…” you breathed.

He cupped your face as his heart fluttered in his chest at the sight of your smile, “You’re safe now.”

Glancing down, you noticed a small splash of blood on his beskar. Your eyes went wide as you realized what his words meant, and the way he held your face confirmed your suspicions. You grabbed onto the fabric around his armor and dragged him inside without another word. Emotions ran high as he locked the door behind him and gladly followed your lead.

“Mesh’la,” Mando murmured as he leaned forward and rested his forehead on yours. His hands lightly trailed down your face so that he caressed your jaw on both sides as he exhaled deeply.

“Mando,” you repeated, too lost in a whirlwind of emotions to form any other words. What he did for you was… 

“Din.”

You blinked your eyes open, not even aware you had closed them, “Is that…?”

His hands trailed down your sides so that they rested on your hips, though he was still careful of your wounds, “Yes.”

Tears of happiness filled your eyes as you smiled brightly, “Din…” you echoed his name.

Din groaned at the sound of his name in your voice. “Close your eyes,” his tone was soft as one hand came up and cupped your jaw, “Trust me.”

“I do trust you.” A soft moan escaped your lips as you obliged without a second thought. You trusted the Mandalorian… Din. And you were sure he trusted you too. From the way he reacted when you were hurt, to him leaving one of his weapons with you, to killing a target that would have brought him a higher payout if he had been alive. There had to be something there.

When your world went black, you felt the hand come off your hip before a soft hiss echoed in the room. Your breath caught in your chest as you felt his breath on the skin on your face. He murmured your name as his fingers caressed your jaw before the gap between your faces closed.

This was the first time he kissed you; every time before, the hamlet always stayed on. And kissing Din was even better than you had imagined. Without words, his kiss conveyed all the unspoken emotions, and when his tongue touched yours, everything bubbled over into an explosion of affections. 

Din moaned into your mouth as his hand tightened on your face and he kissed you deeper. Your lips parted as you tilted your head and surrendered to him completely. The taste of him sent a wave of heat through your body, and your core fired up at the way his tongue tangled with yours. 

Keeping your eyes closed, you grabbed onto his shoulders and dragged him back towards your bedroom. Nerves tingled against your skin as vaguely you realized this was the first time you took him back into your private, personal room. But, you felt safe with him, you trusted him, and you wanted him there.

Din broke away from the kiss when he crossed the threshold into your room, and he lowered his helmet only to have his hands free to hold you. His arms wrapped around you carefully as Din savored the lingering taste of you on his tongue. He let out a contented sigh as your warmth wrapped around his heart, and he had you safe and sound in his embrace.

But, you had other plans in mind, and after you stayed in his arms for a moment, you lifted your head and started to yank at the pieces of his beskar. A soft laugh escaped Din’s lips as he let you strip him, and his heart fluttered as he watched how expertly and with such care you took off his armor: a gesture he allowed to you and you alone.

Once the outermost layer was off, and only fabric adorned his body, Din decided it was your turn. As you tried to rip off his shirt, he tenderly took your hands and lowered them, “Let me, love.”

Your eyes scanned his helmet, as if you desperately tried to read his expression though the beskar. 

“Let me take care of you, tonight,” he clarified in a soft voice, echoing your own words as he delicately stripped you of your clothing piece by piece before he ripped off his own clothes.

As hot as you felt, a chill still ran up your spine as the fresh air hit your skin as you allowed Din to strip you. He had seen you naked many times before, yet this time felt different. You were in your home, no music from the club played in the background, and he took his time with you. Times before, he seemed to be in a rush, or he was still riding the adrenaline from a bounty hunt, or you were on a timer.

This time, though, you both had all the time in the galaxy.

That same vulnerability was reflected in Din’s helmet; he had never before been stripped completely. Always needed to keep his guard up, he usually left most of his armor and clothing on, until now. But, just as you felt safe with him, that same security and trust beat in Din’s heart. And it fluttered in his chest as you gasped softly and your eyes poured over every inch of his skin, and a rush of heat pulsed through his veins at the wanton look of desire in your eyes. The way you licked your lips involuntarily made his cock twitch with need. 

Din scanned you over once you were both bare, and a fresh pulse of anger flooded his system as he saw the bacta patches on your skin. Carefully, he ghosted his fingers across the wounds, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” his voice was nothing more than a whisper.

Tears filled the corners of your eyes as you looked into his visor and this time you had no doubts what his expression looked like, “It’s not your responsibility, Din.”

His hand trailed up your body, pausing as he tickled the skin of your breasts and for a moment Din really soaked in how beautiful you were. When his hand reached your face, he wiped away the tear that threatened to fall from your eye, “Yes it is,” he said plainly yet with firm conviction. 

“Din?”

He let out a low growl as he took control and guided you back to your bed. Need guided his movements, yet Din was still careful not to hurt you as he lowered you onto your bed so that you laid on your back. Wide eyes looked up at him, nothing on his body but his helmet, and you gasped as you noticed how hard he was.

“Please Din,” you pleaded, “I need you…” You felt a rush of wetness in your pussy as he climbed over you without hesitation.

Din hovered over you as he rocked his cock along your folds, yet he was still careful not to hurt you or brush against your injuries. He groaned as he felt how wet you were, and his cock twitched between your bodies. Your name escaped his lips in a prayer as he shifted himself to caress your breast with one hand while staying over your body.

The moan you let out went right to his cock, and Din brushed across your nipple with his calloused fingers. Your breast was so warm and soft under his grip, and every time you cried out in pleasure, he inched him closer to losing control. But, Din fought to keep his composure. This wasn’t like times before. This wasn’t a desperate need for release. This was… something more.

“Fuck me,” you breathed, “Din…” you bucked your hips against his body, grinding yourself against him.

“Fuck…” he groaned as he felt your wetness on his length, “So beautiful… You’re so beautiful.”

You opened your eyes as you took in the sight before you. You couldn’t help the way your eyes roamed down to his chest as Din stayed overtop of you. It was then you noticed the way his arms strained on either side of you, his muscles tight and tense as he held himself back for fear of hurting you. But, the way he cared only made you more desperate, and this time it was your turn to caress his face.

Reaching up, you cupped his helmet, mirroring the way he touched you earlier, “I’m ok, Din,” you reassured him, “I’m ok because of you,” he heard the emotions in your voice as the room warmed, “You won’t hurt me. I want you… Need you…” you pleaded. 

He moaned your name as he dipped his head down and touched his helmeted forehead to yours once more, “I…”

Din interrupted himself when he slowly pushed into you, still careful not to hurt you as he filled you with his cock inch by inch. You broke the connection from his forehead as you dropped your head onto the pillow as you felt the familiar stretch. Instead of fucking you quickly, though, Din pushed into your slowly, taking his time until he bottomed out inside of you.

“So good… Feels so good…”

Neither of you were sure who spoke those words. Perhaps it was both of you overlapping at the same time.

“Din… Move please…” you pleaded as you ran your hand along his back before you slipped it under his helmet. Soft, thick hair met your hand at the nape of Din’s neck and you couldn’t help but give it a gentle tug.

Unable to deny you, Din groaned as he rocked back and slowly thrust forward again, filling you to the brim. You cried out in pleasure as he fucked you at a slow and steady pace. There was no rush, no need to pound into you. All you both wanted was to feel the other, and you clung to his shoulders as his cock hit that sweet spot inside you over and over again.

Din wasn’t just fucking you this time. He was making love to you. And it was everything you ever thought it would be. Tears filled the corners of your eyes again, but they weren’t tears of sorrow. They were tears of joy, tears of elation, tears of emotions. A string of curses and praises flowed from both your lips as your warmth engulfed Din over and over again as he rocked into you.

“Fuck… Din… Yes…” you moaned as you dug your nails into his skin and wrapped your leg around him, desperate to keep him close, “You’re gonna make me cum…”

He growled as he fought off his own climax, “Show me how beautiful you look when you cum on my cock, cyare.” Din snaked a hand between your bodies and rubbed at your clit as he sped up his thrusts. 

Without the music of the club to fill the room, Din was able to hear the wet sounds of your pussy with every thrust. And it turned him on unlike anything else before. He growled softly as the need to send you over the edge fully overwhelmed him. At that moment, nothing else in the galaxy mattered: only you. 

“Din…” you cried out as he pushed you over the edge. Your entire body trembled as you came hard, your inner muscles squeezing his cock as you rode out your climax. 

“Fuck,” Din growled your name as your orgasm triggered his own as he came deep inside you, spilling himself into your body and filling you up even more. 

Just as Din was about to collapse onto your body, he stopped himself. The ecstasy of his climax took over all brain function for a moment. But, he caught himself and instead carefully pulled out of you and landed on your bed beside you. Right away, you rolled over and laid your head on his chest as you wrapped an arm around his waist. Together, the two of you came down from your highs, lost in the other’s arms.

Your eyes stayed closed as you peppered soft kisses on Din’s chest and listened to the pounding of his heartbeat. A warm smile lit up your face as you felt his hands gently stroke your back comfortingly, and you were aware of how careful he was to avoid any of your injuries. 

“Din…” you waited for him to hum in response, “Thank you,” you whispered.

His breath hitched in his throat, “You never have to thank me, mesh’la,” Din replied, “I’ll always keep you safe.”

You trembled as his words went right to your heart. You stayed in the comfortable silence for several moments before you spoke again, “Hey Din…” your voice wavered as you traced random patterns on his bare chest. You felt him tighten his grip on you and you summoned the courage to ask, “Do you think love is in the stars for either of us? Do you think our lives would allow that?”

Din was silent for a time, and you knew he was choosing his words; he knew exactly what you meant by asking that, “Probably not,” he answered honestly, “But,” he interrupted your heavy sigh, “That doesn’t stop me… or you…” You’re stronger than you know…

He felt the way your entire body relaxed in his grip and he knew you understood the meaning behind his words. The truth was, he would do anything to protect you, to keep you safe. It didn’t matter who it was, Din wouldn’t hesitate to plunge his vibroblade into the chest of anyone who would dare harm you…  

As you laid in his arms, Din lifted his helmet for the second time that night and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. The contented sigh you let out told him you were still awake, and you felt it. He smiled against your scalp, another gesture he saved only for you, before he lowered the helmet and settled in your bed.

When the sun rose, the two of you could face what lay ahead. But for now Din just savored the feeling of your body safe and warm in his arms. And while the words themselves remained unspoken, the feelings were there. And he was sure you heard them loud and clear: 

I love you, cyar’ika…  

[judysxnd]

Hiiii!! I have a Pedro request - f & plus size reader if that is okay!

So reader has some friends visiting/staying at Pedro’s place for holiday whilst he’s on a break from projects and they all decide to go out for casual brunch one day. They think they have slipped out incognito however haven’t realised that someone caught wind and alerted the paparazzi (who are outside restaurant waiting to pounce). When they leave Pedro and reader get mobbed by paps (reader is shoved/pushed an gets hurt - grazes, split lip, possible black eye i’ll let you choose). Pedro becomes protective and quickly tries to get them back home. He then tends to the wounds etc and consoles them.

Make it as angsty/fluffy as you like, thankyouuu!! <3

Not going to lie, I delayed this one a little because I wasn’t in a bad mood, like, sometimes I write the ideas when it matches my mood, not sure if it’s good or not but here I am today trying to write this one as I don’t really feel good. I don’t really know how to explain it, and it doesn’t really matter, so there it is!

Also I noticed I’ve never written any story set up during winter, probably because I don’t like it 😂 I’m going to try here. It’s a small detail that will help.

I hope you like it!!!

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You were the first one to arrive at Pedro’s house. He invented a few friends to his house for the weekend as he finally came back from filming. He was on a break as it was a week before new year’s. Of course he came back for Christmas, but he didn’t get to see you before leaving to spend the holidays with his family and you with yours.

So, he decided to make a new year’s weekend. It was on a Sunday, so it was perfect. He wanted to do a party on Saturday night and a nice brunch the next day to like sober up and start the year with his closest friends. It would be later in the afternoon probably as no one would be up for 12 or even 1pm. So you arrived there first like you wanted, hoping to have a few moments alone with him. You haven’t seen him un months. FaceTime and texts don’t count as real physical interactions. After some time everyone started to arrive, so the party could start.

The party went great. Music blasting very loud, drinking, dancing, talking, playing games, everything that could be done was done. You all counted down till midnight. Not to forget the tradition, Pedro kissed you went the clock rang. You were blushing as you didn’t expect him to kiss you. You hoped for it, but you’re so used to be private and never do anything in public that it surprised you.

Yes. You’re dating, but you’ve not made anything official. You want to see where it goes before making big commitments, plus you don’t want to deal with all the haters and such. You have other stuff to be focused on. But, your closest a friends know about it, so you don’t have to hide in your own home surrounded by people you can trust.

The party went on until 3/4am. That’s why you only woke up in the afternoon. It was around 12pm, and you were the last to wake up. You were surprised as you thought no one would be up so early, but it was good, because it meant you could go eat at the restaurant.

Going out after that party was risky, but Pedro made reservations in a secluded spot, so you wouldn’t see anyone. He wanted to have a fancy lunch, but didn’t want to have it at home. You tried to come as secretly as possible, in a regular car, almost entering the place one by one. And you did, well at least that’s what you thought.

When you were at the end of the lunch, trying to enjoy your desserts, you all heard voices outside. Not paying attention to it at first, thinking it was maybe a big group at a table in the restaurant, you tried to get back to your lunch. But Pedro had a feeling. He got up and went to the bathroom, making him go through the restaurant. As he did, he caught a glance outside and saw what he feared: a large group of paparazzi trying to get in.

“We have a problem” he said as he came back, looking worried.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him as he sat back next to you, avoiding any eye contact. You put your hand on his thigh. “Pedro”

“Paparazzi” everyone looked at him. “I don’t know how they know, but they’re outside waiting for us”

“seriously” one of his friends sighed

“How?” Another one asked, upset

“I don’t know” Pedro said, starting to get angry too

“Let’s finish our desserts then we will improvise” you said trying to calm him down

“I can’t believe it” he said shaking his head, grabbing his spoon and picking a piece of his cake. “I made a reservation, we arrived in small groups, no one saw us”

“It’s okay” you said “we’ll go out by the back door”

“No it’s not okay. We should be able to leave outside, in peace”

“I know”

You all tried to finish your desserts as relaxed and happy as you could, but it was a lost cause. No one talked, too focused on what could happen next. You all had a reason to fear this moment, making you angrier at each second. At some point you had to leave, so Pedro got up and left the room first. You decided to join him, not wanting him to make some mistake because of his anger.

“Excuse me, I would like to speak to the manager” Pedro said at the first server he saw once he got out. The young man pointed to an older one behind a bar, talking to a lady. You both walked to him, which made him stop his conversation.

“Hello” he said nervously

“Hi, I was wondering if there was another exit to leave because as you can see it’s a little complicated for us to just go through the front door” he said in a dry tone

“I’m sorry but there isn’t”

“What?” You said surprised

“What do you mean there isn’t an other exit?” Pedro was getting angrier

“Don’t you have an emergency exit?”

“We do but it just leads to a backyard, completely closed by walls”

“Shit” Pedro said looking around. “So what if there’s a fire you’re just stuck in there? What kind of restaurant is this?” He started to raise his voice

“Calm down P, it’s not his fault” you said putting your hand in his stomach.

“Yeah by the way, how did they know we were here?” He asked “When I made my reservation, which was made with you precisely, how did it get out?”

“I-I don’t know” he said anxiously. “Only the two servers and I knew about your reservation”

“So it’s the two servers. I would like to see them”

“I’m not sure if it is a good idea” you said, looking at Pedro who was staring at the manager. “Pedro” he finally looked at you, his eyes filled with anger. “I think we should focus on leaving and get home safe, that’s all that matters” he took a deep breath

“Okay. Let’s get out of here” you took his hand and you both went back to the room where you had your lunch. “So, there’s no back door, we’ll just have to confront the paparazzi” he said to everyone. They all started to mumble and swear.

“Let’s go” you said

You took a deep breath as you followed Pedro outside, holding his hand tightly. You barely stepped outside that all you could see were flashes from their cameras. You didn’t realize there were so many people. It was the worst minute of your life and it was going insanely slow. Pedro struggled so much to get through them that you felt like you weren’t even walking.

You couldn’t even hear what they were saying. You just heard words here and there. “Pedro! Pedro! How do you feel being seen with Y/n?” You first heard. “What… think.. her size?” You then heard. They were trying to get any type of reaction. If they couldn’t get a good one, they would search on the negative ones. Sadness, anger, anything that would make a perfect picture. “Defenseless”, “.. heard fat jokes?”, “weird relationship”, “Pedro what do you see in Y/n?” And laughing.

As you thought it couldn’t get worse, they thought it would be funny to start pushing around. As if being verbally mean wasn’t enough, they started to get physical. Pedro always told you to never respond to anyone if they were too many people, to keep your head down and leave as fast as possible. But they were really too many. You’ve ever seen so much people. They probably had no one else to harass. Business was hard for them.

That’s what made them touch you. You felt hands trying to grab your arms. You even felt some touching your stomach. You felt tears forming in your eyes, but you had to hide them, it wasn’t the right time. Pedro stayed very close to you, holding you close to him. He was begging them to stop. The weather didn’t help. The snow on the ground, it was freezing and slippery. As you were being pushed around, you found it hard to walk properly.

You had to look up to see where you were going. But when you did, something unexpected happen. You’ll remember that moment for the rest of your life. You were almost out of the group, you looked up, a little on your right. You randomly looked at a camera, but it was the bad one.

Because the camera went down, not taking you in pictures anymore. You then looked at the person behind. A young lady, she looked younger than you. She was wearing a red beanie and she had curly blond hair. You saw the expression in her eyes: jealousy. She was filled with anger, not sure why at first. But then, you saw that she raised her hand, formed a fist that ended on your face. More specifically in your left eye.

Her action made you fall on the ground, slipping off Pedro’s embrace that was trying to protect you. Once on the ground, it was difficult to focus. Too many flashes, Pedro yelling, his friends trying to gather around you to hide and protect you. Next thing you knew, Pedro grabbed you and helped you run as far away as he could.

Once you finally got to his car, you couldn’t hold the tears anymore. Neither of you said anything. You still in the rush and too scared. Pedro wanted to drive you to the emergency room, just to make sure you didn’t get a concussion or anything. But he knew it would be a bad idea. The paparazzi would know you would do that, and the same scene would happen again.

He could still call a doctor to come home if needed. So he drove home. Once there, he helped you get out, and you both walked to his bathroom. Once you were laying against the sink, seeing you were stable, that’s when he broke the silence.

“Are you okay?” He looked at you, but you couldn’t look at him. You were staring at the floor. “I’m so sorry, I should have protected you more, I-” he stopped talking when you hold his hand. He get you were still shaking. You were in shock. You finally made eye contact

“It’s.. it’s not your fault” you said softly. Your voice was so low that you didn’t even know if you actually said it out loud

“I know but still, I could have done better”

“Don’t feel guilty” you said turning around, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your skin was turning purple around your eye. You barely touched it that it hurt. “Ouch”

“Let me take care of you” he said breaking the space between you two, putting his hands on your shoulders. He then grabbed your hand and brought you to his bedroom and made you sit on the edge.

He held your feet, carefully removing your shoes covered in snow. Your pants were wet because of your fall, and you had snow on your coat. Pedro helped you get out of your clothes and left you in your underwear.

“Don’t move” he said before rushing to the bathroom again. You heard him open the water. Ten minutes later he came out, walked to you, offering his hand. Grabbing it, you both went back in the bathroom. “Get in the bath, I’ll get ice for your eye” you smiled. “We’ll clean those little wounds after okay?” He said looking at the small red wounds you had in your arms and legs. You would definitely bruise there too.

He helped you get in, and left you alone for a moment. You surprisingly felt a little better. The pain started to get away, probably thanks to the hot water that made you forget your own body. You closed your eyes and started to breath deeply, trying to calm down. But it only made you relive that scene again. Your eyes shuttered open when you saw the punch again.

Pedro came back with ice for your eye. He even helped you wash yourself as your body was starting to hurt. After the bath, he cleaned your wounds and put cream on it. He brought your pyjamas and helped you get dressed. The pain was coming back, you could barely move. Your body was stiff.

“How do you feel?” He said holding your face

“Everything hurts”

“What about your eye?” He said looking carefully at the bruise

“Only when I touch it”

“And your head? Do you feel dizzy or anything? Nausea?”

“I’m good”

“I just want to make sure you don’t have a concussion or anything”

“She didn’t hit me that hard” you sighed

“Still”

“I’m fine” you looked at each other

“We don’t have to talk about it now, or tomorrow, but I don’t want you to withdraw into yourself. I’m here okay?”

“Thank you” you said hugging him. You pulled back, looking at him when you realized. “Wait, are you okay? Did you get hurt or something? I didn’t even ask, d-”

“I’m okay, they didn’t get me” you felt better “I wished they hit me instead of you”

“Don’t say that”

“I would rather they hurt me than you”

“Look I’m okay, it’s just a few bruises”

“Are you sure? They said some pretty bad things back there��� you didn’t answer right away as you started to remember it. “Shit I made you remember it” Pedro said, realizing what he just did. “But let me make it clear, what they said isn’t true okay? It’s not important what they said, they were just trying to get us to snap. Cariño you’re the sweetest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on” he said, his hands on your face. You felt butterflies in your stomach. You smiled and probably blushed too as you felt your cheeks heating.

“No no yeah I know it’s not true, I know how they are..” you tried to reassure him “let’s just go to bed okay? I just want this day to be over”

“What a way to start this new year” he joked. He was unsure if he should have said that so he was paying attention to your reaction. But when you chuckled he felt better. He saw a small smile on your face. It reassured him.

After talking a little to his friends and saying good night, you both went to bed together, cuddled up. None of you letting go of each other. You spent the night glued together.

[thechosenstories]

Playing N “Traffic “

Part 7

I left Yahli asz with Pedro doing god knows what . I really wonder where the dogs be when she be asz up face down. I laughed to myself in the back of the taxi . I needed a drink , a lil pick me up to ease the pain.. I really just wanted to hear some music , sway my hips and reminisce . I hated that I didn’t have my man. I hated that I couldn’t have him fck the pain away like he’s done so many times before . I honestly can’t remember a time when I didn’t have him. The taxi driver clearing his throat bought me out my daze as i collected my bag and paid my fee . Stepping out into the warm breeze I made my way into the semi crowded bar looking around before finding a seat at the bar . As the bartender memorized my poison a dark skinned man who smelled like bad decisions and a good time took a seat next to me before turning to me and smiling .first thing I noticed was his beautiful white teeth and cinnamon stained breath as he asked how I was doing. “ I’m good thank you “, I replied and took a sip of my drink squeezing my thighs together to stop whatever this was I was feeling from continuing. “ I’ve never seen u here before you visiting? “ he said while looking at me so intense I was convinced he could read my thoughts. “ business”, I said quickly turning my head and giving my attention to the clasp on my bracelet unnecessarily. “ can I get you another drink he asked,” contemplating longer than I Intended he chuckled and started a tab. I enjoyed his company. We laughed spoke about movies and music we even danced a song or two. He was a great distraction. Looking at the clock I knew I needed to get back . In the morning I needed to be alert. Awake and coherent. I needed this fckin money . Standing up to retrieve my coat and purse I stumbled bridging the space that separated us . He quickly leaned forward to break my fall and in the process grazed my exposed thigh with his hand. I couldn’t tell if it was the liquor or the lack of sex in my life but the heat that radiated through my spine I knew I had to get the fck outta here and fast. Speed walking to the door I made my way outside and only then did I exhale. Pulling up the ride share app I secured a ride and waited in the brisk air. Scrolling through Instagram I felt a strong hand cover my mouth and before I had the chance to fight . Darkness.

“ wake up , rise and shine” , I heard as I struggled to open my eyes. Trying to gain focus to see where the fck I was I blinked excessively until the light didn’t feel like salt in an open wound anymore. “ whe-, where am I??” I said panic setting in as I looked around. “ The real question is WHERE TF IS MY MONEY” . His voice roared and echoed in this big empty room causing the liquor from earlier to sneak its way back up my throat . “ Your nicca owe me 150 stacks” Where is he???” He asked standing in front of me with his hands joined at his groin. 150???? I repeated louder than I intended to. He simply replied” interest” . “Tye is in Jail, 5 years, but I will get you your money hopefully by tomorrow “. Noticing my hands and feet weren’t bound I attempted to stand up. “ I wouldn’t do that if I were you”, I heard a familiar voice say as I whipped my head to the left I couldn’t fkin believe my eyes. Mr. Nice guy from the bar stood there looking at me with a grin and an AR-15 in his hand. The mofo had the nerve to wink at me! “ what a shame a man leaving you all alone to cover his debts . Where I’m from we take care of our women . This is a man’s game no room for no woman . You should be cooking and cleaning , but what do I know ? You Americans know it all right? He laughed causing my earlier distraction to laugh as well. “ Three days” if you don’t have my money by then , interrupting him I attempted to finish his sentence , “ you’ll dead me. “ I said. “No. How would I profit from that? I’m going to sell you”. He blurted out very nonchalantly like this mofo ain’t just say he would sell me. Before I could gather my thoughts I saw a flash and realized my picture was taken. “ for insurance , or pre-bids . Either or , he said as him and his goon turned to walk out the building leaving me as if I was where I belonged.

To be continue do

[artemiseamoon]

Dreamland

Married! Jay Castillo x f reader ( fluffy drabble)

New Pedro character alert! This came out of no where

⚠️warnings: family drama

For week 2 of @writer-wednesday

Your wedding day was beautiful, perfect really; including the hiccups and minor imperfections. It was a fairly tale that still bought a smile to your face 93 days later.

What you didn’t know at the time was how crazy life would get. Jay was a dream, everything you wanted and more. But your family, that was the issue.

Everyone has family drama but yours seemed hell bent on taking the top stop. The drama was at its highest point and as usual, you were at in the middle. Playing mediator.

You tried to stay strong, to deny how much all this was effecting you. When in reality you were falling apart, held together by string. Despite your poker face, Jay could see just how close you were to cracking.

Jay asked you to clear your schedule for a week. He wouldn’t tell you why, or where you were going. The mystery of it all kept you wondering what exactly he had up his sleeve.

The moment you arrived at the quaint mountain town, everything made sense. Even on the drive up, you could feel the stress lift from your body. Every little thing that kept you up at night or made you anxious to answer your phone was now one plane ride and a 45 minute drive away.

Your rental was a small pale blue house, two stories high and placed between two larger houses. The second floor had a beautiful balcony.

Upon entering, the place takes your breath away. Warm colors, fine furniture, a brick fireplace. It was right out of a novel.

“I’ll get the fire going, “ Jay stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your body and gently kissing the side of your face, “you think this is nice? Check upstairs.”

Glancing over your shoulder, you flash your charming husband a smile. He kisses your cheek once more before heading to the fireplace. Warmth blossoms in your chest, a smile glued to your lips.

You make your way upstairs and quickly find Jay was right. The master bedroom looks like something from your pintrest and when you test the mattress, it’s the perfect mix of soft and firm.

Jay handpicked this place for you, down to the tiniest detail. Love and adoration vibrate through your body as you rush back down the stairs.

You find Jay in the kitchen opening a bottle of wine, he winks and takes out two glasses. Needing to be closer to you, Jay leaves the glasses, humming your tune as he draws you into his arms. Holding on to eachother, you sway in unison, singing your wedding song.

“Mi amor, mi vida, “he cups the side of your face, his other hand on your lower your back, “ I hope you’re ready for 7 whole day of winter paradise.”

You gaze into his eyes lovingly, your hips swaying together, “you know it handsome.”

Jay rests his forehead against yours as you dance. Letting your eyes close, you savor the moment, and listen to him singing the lyrics.

“I love you Jay.” You move your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks.

“Te amo, mi amor.” He sings.

Jay’s lips meet yours in a sweet and gentle kiss.

More of my WW fics

[absurdthirst]

Hey! Idk if your request are open, but if you have time, I was wondering if you could do a headcannon with the Pedro characters of how they would be when they have a family day with their s/o and child! 💕

Family Day with the You and Your Child(ren):

Javier: Nobody knows Javier has a family, so when Steve and Connie runs into. you, Javier and your child, he is shocked. Javier looks completely different than when he is working. He is actually relaxed, a smile replacing his normal frown and your child is perfect up on his shoulders. Connie can’t get over the fact that Javier has a family, The three of you were on your way to get ice cream and go to a park that Javier knew was relatively safe. 

Ezra: No one would ever think that Ezra had a family. An old partner ran into him with you and your child. Your child is older, but they are in shock. It was suspicious that Ezra never talked about his family, but it was something that he kept close to his heart. HIs memories were his own and he didn’t want to share you and your child with anyone. 

Mando: He doesn’t get back to the covert often enough, but when he does, he’s completely different. He is relaxed, letting his ad climb all over him. They are careful not to try to pull his helmet off. His helmet is nearly always leaning against yours in a keldaba kiss. His voice is heard more around you and your ad than any other time. 

Catfish: Frankie is on alert, but also more relaxed than most have ever seen. He has scoped out the park when you arrived and obviously keeps tabs on kids. He lets them play, get absolutely filthy and just grins at you when you scold him for letting the youngest eat dirt. “Dirt never hurt anyone, babe.” He shrugs and knows he might have to hose the kids off in the front yard before you let them in the house. 

Tovar: Scowling. Even as he is rolling around on the ground with his brats. All the village children flock to the mercenary when he is home. For one so fearsome, the little ones love him. Might be because he is a big kid himself, rough housing with them and teaching them to fight and defend themselves. 

Agent Whiskey: Sad......he’s drunk and has passed out on top of the grave. Wishing that he hadn’t fucked up and lost you after also losing his wife and his unborn son. Wondering what his child looks like now, although he knows that Champ knows where the two of you are. He won’t tell Jack until he gets his shit straight. 

Marcus Pike: He’s got the day planned out!!! Breakfast/brunch at his girl’s favorite restaurant followed up by a few events that he had scoped out in the local section of the paper. Pottery painting? Yes. A story time with the author of a new children’s book? Absolutely. This man is loving getting to spend time with you and the kids. To be the father he wants to be and not be pressed by work. 

Max Phillips: Grumpy as fuck. While he can be outside, the sun hurts after too long. SPF 100 and dark tinted sunglasses only go so far. Especially when your evil ass decided family day was at the beach. However, he’s in the water with his evil little hybrid kiddo as often as they want. The sharks peace the fuck out when he’s in the water. They know they aren’t the top of the food chain when they smell him in the water. 

Oberyn: Fighting. That’s how this man loves to spend time with his little Snakes of all ages. Including the ones that are still attached to the breast. He will hold the littlest one in his arms while he spars with his younger daughters. You might kill the Red Viper yourself but he just smirks at you before he looks down at the youngest in his arms and kisses their head. “I will not let them get hurt, dove.” 

Dave York: Look, he might be murder daddy, but this man loves his kids. He’s going to sigh and roll his eyes at the idea of going to the fucking place with the dancing animatronic rat that he wants to shoot, but he’s gonna do it. He’s not going to be happy about it, but thank fucking God they serve beer there now. It’s kind of cute/hot to see this grumpy ass assassin standing around ChuckECheese with a glower on his face while his precious daughters run around like crazy. He looks like every other parent in the place. 

Marcus Moreno: It’s an event for the Heroics and their families. He’s uncomfortable but all that matters is spending time with you and Missy. He rolls his eyes when Miracle Man tries turning the friends games into a competition but rises to the challenge. You smirk and just keep the camera on the two of them as Missy and her father proceed to show the rest of the Heroics why they were chosen to the leaders. 

Max Lord: Family day is a pretty low key affair now. Before the dream stone events there wouldn’t have been a family day, too wrapped up in achieving greatness. Now, it’s Saturday morning cartoons and breakfast together, followed up by a trip to the park or one of the public pools to go swimming. Whatever Alistair wants to do. 

Zach Wellison: Movies. This man loves to take his kids to the movies. Especially in the summer when they have the specials going on at the theaters. You pay a set price and get to see 2-3 kids movies. He is right beside them, giggling and munching on the huge bucket of popcorn while they watch the older kids movies that a few are even from his own childhood. Whispering in the dark about how he saw these when he was there age and just generally loving the time he gets to spend with all of you. 100% snuck milk duds in so you didn’t pay $5 a box from the concession stand. 

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[castleamc]

| Taglist | Series/One Shots are on AO3! | ** are 18+ | For Series Masterlists, they're listed before one shots | Minors DNI |

Anchor (completed)

Friends to Lovers | Workplace | F!Reader | You go on a date that Jack wishes it was him, but the date doesn’t go exactly as you planned until you leave to go home and see Jack waiting for you.

In the Dead of Night (on-going)**

Married Couple | College AU | F!Reader | Knowing Jack since college, you both are finally living out your days together on his ranch and experiencing things for the first time together.

~Jack's One Shots~

Handcrafted with Love

Established Relationship | F!Reader | Unrequited Love | You and Jack go to a mission in Glastonbury to try to get intel from Clara Von Gluckfberg, but seeing Jack flirt with her makes you realize your feelings for him and he finds a way to show you how much he loves you.

El Chico Del Apt. 512 (on-going)**

Neighbors AU | Older!Brother Frankie | Latina F!Reader | Gathering the courage to knock on your neighbors door, your heart drops hearing the sound of a woman coming from the other side of the door, yet it isn’t exactly what you think when she introduces you to her older brother��Frankie Morales.

~Frankie's One Shots~

Lost Dog Tags

Meet Cute | 90’s AU | GN! Reader | During your hiking trail you came across lost military dog tags that you decided to return back to its owner.

Meet Me at Our Spot

Skaterboarder!Frankie | Meet Cute | GN!Reader | Taking advantage of the early autumn morning weather to go out and draw at the skate park, you come across Frankie Morales whose already skateboarding.

Sending You My Love**

Established Relationship | Long Distance | F!Reader | Frankie is away on deployment, so you both find ways to keep reminding each other and maintain that love alive this upcoming Valentine’s Day.

A Series of Unfortunate Events (upcoming Series!)

Old Flame/Ex’s | Ex-Rebel F!Reader | Soulmates | After the events of Moff Gideons capture, you’ve been alerted that your younger brother has been taken to prove a point to those who oppose the Empire, so you turn to Din Djarin, your ex, for help.

~Din's One Shots~

None...yet?

The Brotherhood of Mercenaries (Upcoming Series!)**

mini announcement 👀

Enemies to Lovers | Assassin’s Creed AU | Estrella Salazar! OFC | Pero Tovar, begrudgingly, needs the help from Estrella Salazar, a map expert from the quaint outskirts of Southern Spain, to help locate the myth that is: The Apple of Eden before the Knights of Templar retrieve it while fighting each other’s attraction and secrets.

~Pero's One Shots~

None...yet?

No Series.. yet!

~Javier's One Shots~

A Broken Promise**

Friends to Strangers | GN!Reader | Unrequited Love | You and Javier have known each other for years, yet after his new job opportunity in Colombia—that friendship and hidden love begins to fade away.

Midnight Special**

Established Relationship | GN!Reader | 70’s Era | Throughout the time you and Javier have spent, you just recently learned that he has never gone to the movies since he arrived to Colombia, so you give him a night he’ll never forget.

The Serendipitous Encounter Upcoming Series!)**

Strangers to Lovers | Soulmates | F!Reader | Before, Javi Gutierrez was Spain's most feared businessman with an iron fist, he had fallen in love with you 5 years prior, but you took a chance on fate...at the wrong time.

~Javi's One Shots~

None...yet?

✨HEADCANONS ✨

trouble sleeping (1) // pedro boys**

trouble sleeping (2) // pedro boys)

duke leto atreides + his big beard**

javier peña is a cat dad

frankie’s “risky business” dance**

✨Holiday Fic Celebrations ✨

Rockin' 12 Days of Fic-Mas

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[bokuatsuoi]

okay so I was minding my business listening to songs my parents grew up on plus some of my favs ( ayo can I get a first gen Mex/American alert) and I was like yo okay but Iwaoi bilingual kings would love these songs and then I was like wait!! They would listen to these songs and think about their own love story ✋🏽😩 so ofc I had to put it together ASAP!!! So I share with you my iwaoi brainrot playlist enjoy p.s. fellow latine haikyuu stans tell me I’m wrong!?!?!! You can’t cuz I’m right 😋

Cien Anos- Pedro Infante

First year highschool Oikawa always hangs out with Iwa. They’re best friends of course. But one day he noticed a pitter patter of his heart as he waited for Iwa to come over. He noticed how he felt butterflies and his face flush when then sat right next to each other on the couch. He noticed how his heart raced even more when their hands touched as they both reach and grabbed popcorn out of the snack bowl. When had he started feeling this way? Was it bad that he hoped Iwa felt it too?

¿Que se siente que me gustas tango?- Daniel, Me Estas Matando

In his second year Oikawa was so scared that someone would find out he was in love with his best friend. He didn’t want people to make fun of Iwa for it and he for sure didn’t want to creep Iwa out either. He was scared of thinking he could loose his best friend over something like that. None the less he was enamored buy everything Iwa did.

¿A Que Te Sabe El Cafe? - Sebastian Romero

The summer after they graduated Oikawa and Iwa would travel around different places they wanted to see through Japan. Oikawa loved waking up first because it meant he could admire Iwa as he slept watching how the sun that barely rose over the horizon started to fill the room in glorious warm tones, only making his honey toned skin look so warm and enticing. How he wished he could lay and be embraced by the man he loved. He enjoyed the afternoons where they would watched the sunsets as they walked across the beach. He wanted to do this again, but hold Iwa’s hand and talk about their future together.

Amorcito Corazon - Pedro Infante

The night of their joint going away parties Oikawa wanted nothing more than to dance with Iwa and steal a kiss from him. A kiss so that he wouldn’t regret leaving without confessing his undying love. He knew seeing him that night that he was going to love him forever and the two being hundreds of miles apart only made him want to love him more. He wanted to share a kiss to seal away his love for his best friend.

Amor de Mis Amores- Agustin Lara

Oikawa felt how his heart was heavy as he waved off his best friend, the man he was in love with. He knew this wasn’t goodbye he just regrets not confessing his love. How he wished they could have been something more than friends in the time they spent together. Iwa was his whole world, his sky, the air he breathed, the blood that coursed though his veins. How could he just let Iwa leave and expect himself to stop loving him.

Tu Enamorado- Pedro Infante

Oikawa thought it was bittersweet how he would never get to tell Iwa how much he loved him. He valued their friendship to much to tell him how he felt. He wished with all his might that he could scream it from rooftops to all of Japan. Would that be selfish of him? Would Iwaizumi feel the same way? Oikawa didn’t really feel like finding out, even if that meant he would never know Iwa loved him just as much or even maybe a tad bit more.

Piel Canela-Eydie Gorme, Los Panchos

Oikawa can’t think of anytime but Hajime. They were both busy with different routines and schedules and had to deal with a time difference, but still not one day went by without him thinking about how beautiful he was. How his honey tanned skin looked so warm and inviting and how his black eyes crinkled as he smiled and were always filled with love. He knew that he could live an eternity if it was with him.

Es Verdad- Daniel, Me Estas Matando

After years of keeping up with one another long distance Iwa decides to visit his friend in Argentina. He had freshly graduated and was ready to surprise Toru. He planned on spending a few months in a Hotel near his apartment and have Oikawa be his personal tour guide for the time being. That night while catching up out for dinner and some drinks, he confessed to Toru. How he loved him, how he’s always loved him and that was his only truth. Oikawa cried, held Iwa, and told him how much he loved him too.

Perfume de gardenias - La Sonora Santanera

It was a month into Iwas stay with Toru. It was a hot summer but the blossoming gardenias were all so pleasant, filling the evening air with such a beautiful aroma. Iwa and Oikawa had gone on a date before heading back to Oikawa place. They stopped outside on their way into Toru’s apartment complex and shared their a kiss by the blossoming gardenias. Since that day Iwas favorite flowers are gardenias because they are the flower of his love.

Sabor a mi- Eydie Gorme, Los Panchos

Hajime spent about a year living in Argentina with Toru. He loved spending everyday with him, he even was allowed to train with the volleyball team in Argentina. He didn’t want to leave his beloved, but he had been offered the job of a lifetime back home in Japan. Toru wasnt one to hold him back, he encouraged him to go and live out his dream. He would be there and love him just the same. He knew Hajime would encourage him as well, just like he did when he left to Argentina. They would be together always, nothing would stop them from loving one another now that they knew how the other felt.

Became mucho-Joao Gilberto

The night Oikawa proposed to Iwa was one that he would never forget. Iwa was stunned when Oikawa was infront of him on one knee. He felt a little silly but pulled out his own little velvet black box to show Oikawa that he was actually planning on proposing that night as well. They shared a multitude of kisses and embraced each other enjoying the glorious warmth of their love.

Contigo - German Valdes

Oikawa stared fondly at his husbands sleeping face. He never imagined himself laying beside Hajime, bodies entangled sharing warmth and love. He thought what god above had blessed him. He had to be the luckiest man on earth.

Tu y Mi Amor- Pedro Infante

Iwa and Oikawa were made for one another soulmates who’s love transcend this life time. Oikawa wished that if one day they parted ways, they would find each other in another life and love each other unconditionally again until the end.

[javisjeanjacket]

Congrats on your milestone, Hailee!!! You deserve all the good things in the world 😌✨🥳

Can I request something where reader is dancing and singing to Leave the Door Open while cleaning or something and Din or Javi see them and watch fondly, until reader realizes him there and starts performing for him, trying to "seduce" him?? And he pretends that he's finding it ridiculous but is actually loving it?? If you don't vibe with it, that's fine 🥰 love you byeee

Hi Estela!! Thank you so much you absolute sweetheart!! 💐💞 Oooh dancing and singing while cleaning is one of my toxic traits and thinking about it with Javi??!! 🥵☠️ I also changed the prompt a little bit, I’m sorry! I hope you still like it!!

Warnings: dancing without leaving room for jesus, kissing, javi’s handsy, nothing graphic but she is steamy :)

Maybe you get home before Javi one night and decide to spend the time alone catching up on dishes and planning what you want to eat for dinner.

You put your headphones on and start jamming before you get to work on dinner, maybe dancing a little bit as you open your cupboards and look through what you have. You're bobbing your head and singing along and shaking your hips as you pull down a box of pasta and look through the fridge for anything else you might want to add to dinner.

You don’t hear the door open when Javi gets home; you’re too lost in the music and in the feeling of your body moving in time with the rhythm.

Javi opens the front door and calls out for you, “Cariño?” When you don’t answer, he goes on alert before he hears your voice singing under your breath and the cabinet door slamming shut a little too loudly. 

He smirks to himself and closes the apartment door behind him. He moves towards the kitchen, a smile spreading across his face that only grows when he peeks into the kitchen to see you lost in the music, your headphones on over your ears, and your hips swaying slowly. 

His eyes immediately fall to your waist and he parts his lips as he watches them move. 

Suddenly, you whip around, box of pasta in hand, and double over in laughter and embarrassment when you notice him. 

When you stand up straight again, a huge grin is plastered on your face and Javi has closed the gap between you. He stands, chest puffed out, and towering over you.

You wiggle the headphones from your ears and beam up at him. “Hey, baby.”

Javi’s smiles as he leans down to slot your lips against his. He moves one of his hands to your waist and squeezes gently, “Why did you stop dancing?” He breathes after parting.

“I don’t know, I...” You begin, but your thoughts quickly trail off. 

Javi’s lips have moved from yours, down to nip at your chin, and are now sucking a bruise onto your neck. He laves his tongue over the bruise he just created and whispers, “I don’t want you to stop.”

You reach a hand up to tangle in the tips of his hair and shift your body to press flush against his. 

One of Javi’s hands move down from your waist to squeeze your ass, trying to pull you impossibly closer. His other stays firm on your hip. 

Gingerly, you move your headphones back up to your ears and play the music again, careful this time to fill each motion with passion and intention.

Javi moans low in his chest and pushes a hand to your lower back, unwilling to let a single movement of yours escape him. 

You let your hips swing back and forth with the rhythm of the music and run your hands up his chest, wiggling your fingers underneath the starch fabric of his blue dress shirt.

He leans his face over and down enough so that his lips can kiss your outstretched forearm, his hot breath kindling something deep inside you.

You can feel his jeans tighten against your legs as you move. You smirk and begin fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. 

Javi takes in a gulp of air as he looks down at you; his dark eyes already overblown and hungry for any scraps you’re willing to feed him. His big hands traverse across your back and down to your thighs, pulling on them to signal for you to let him hold you.

You oblige him, wrapping your thighs around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

He pulls you in for a bruising kiss once he has you here, his hand caressing your cheek and wrapping around a strand of hair. His lips are wanting, eager, and he knocks the headphones off of your head as he moves you into his arms. 

The headphones clatter to the kitchen tile below the two of you and he smirks, “Lo siento.”

You smile into his kiss and reply, “You better be.” as he carries the both of you to the living room couch. 

JAVI TAGLIST: @anetteaneta @hoodedbirdie @din-damn-djarin @artsymaddie @jedi-mando @edencherries @buckysalefty @happy-beeeps @triggerhappyflygirl @oloreaa @alwritey-aphrodite @littlebopper96 @mando-writings @okilover02 @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol @mrschiltoncat @anakinswhore @darnitdraco @rougeskywalker @marvelousmermaid @millllenniawrites @jenrebloggingfics @auroraariza

GENERAL TAGLIST: @autumnleaves1991-blog @phoenixhalliwell @ntlmundy @myheart-pedro @intu-witch-tion @frietiemeloen

[chaotic-noceur]

pedro boys + IKEA headcanons

warnings: swearing, food, javi’s has one line of suggestive content

a/n: so this is what happens when you put @din-damn-djarin  @ezrasarm and I in a group chat together when two of us are bored and one of us has just been to IKEA... enjoy! (We had too much fun writing this)

Din Djarin

Agreed to do it because it sounded like a cute couples activity

But then you actually do it 

He can’t get his gloved fingers in between the creases

The Allen key keeps falling out of his hand

He can’t see anything through the bucket on his head

He storms off eventually saying he’ll fix it later

He comes back to find you sitting amongst the scattered mess

Yodito’s in your lap, turning the Allen key with surprising ease

Din swears he’s cheating with the Force

Don’t get him started on the actual trip

You drop Yodito off at the kiddies playground thing

Din goes running back not even 5 minutes later because he is sTrEsSeD™

You lose Yodito in the maze anyways

Several times

Din loses 10 years of life every time he realises

But he keeps showing up in empty flower pots

...and levitating stuffed animals into the cart

Din doesn’t have the heart to put them back

You get back to the ship with a bag full of toys

Din swears you are never going back there again

But when he realises you didn’t actually get everything you needed

He refrains from slamming his head into the nearest wall

☾☾☾☾☾

Ezra

Is indifferent about the actual shopping part

Loves spending time with you though so he will go anywhere you take him

Is personally offended that the books in the showroom are props

Throws an excessive amount of scented candles into the cart

*deep inhale*

“Ezra. Babe. WE DO NOT NEED MORE WE ALREADY HAVE 20”

“But this one smells like ‘afternoon escape’, we need it”

Will ramble about the “dire importance” of this candle until you give in

Knows exactly how everything should fit together

But “I CAN’T DO IT WITH ONE ARM GODDAMNIT”

*hurls the Allen key across the pod*

Takes to hovering over your shoulder as you assemble it

Makes everything more complicated with his fancy vocabulary

You’re getting annoyed but he can’t help it

“No that goes there” “The other way”

“DO IT YOURSELF THEN SINCE YOU KNOW EVERYTHING”

You regret the words as soon as they leave your lips

The teasing smile on his face drops instantly

You’re stuttering out an apology before either of you can move

“I- I didn’t mean that.”

“I know.” He giggles 

This time you’re the one who wants to chuck an Allen key…

...At his head

“You should’ve seen your face!”

☾☾☾☾☾

Frankie Morales

Going to IKEA with Frankie turns into an entire day trip

He refuses to let you leave until you get meatballs

It takes you 3 hours to get to the checkout

Because he gets distracted by everything

“Come feel this bath mat!”

“Do we need new knives?”

You try out every piece of furniture in the showroom

He doesn’t let you touch the tape measure because “it keeps giving me paper cuts”

You end up buying twice as much stuff as you originally planned on getting

Insists that everything will fit in his truck 

It does...barely (but only if you end up sitting on one of the boxes...no one has to know)

Swears that he doesn’t need help carrying anything

You step in when you see him dragging a box through the door, clearly labelled ‘fragile’

He’s good with his hands so he loves building it

It’s like therapy for him

If he’s in a good mood, he tosses the instructions out because “I can fly a helicopter and shoot a target a mile away. I don’t need instructions.”

10 minutes later, he’s digging through the garbage looking for it

He tries to pretend he’s just emptying the garbage bin

But you see right through him and hold the crumbled sheet up with the biggest smirk on your face

☾☾☾☾☾

Javier Peña

Does not have time for this bullshit

Hates the concept of IKEA

“Who turns a furniture store into a fucking maze?!”

Is complaining the whole time about how you don’t need new furniture

“Your couch cushions are basically two layers of fabric.”

Wants it to magically assemble itself

“I paid 60 dollars for this and it isn’t even built?!”

But also refuses to let you touch anything 

Loses his patience in 0.5 seconds

But would rather be shot dead than read the instruction manual

“I take down entire drug cartels for a living. I can build a fucking couch.”

Spoiler alert: He cannot.

“Get these out of here” *instructions go flying out the window*

“How did you lose all the spare screws?!” “I’ll give you a spare screw” he grumbles

You both wind up binge eating pepparkaka (IKEA ginger snaps) on the floor shamefully because you couldn’t figure out how to put the legs on your chairs

You also may have called Steve to help

Steve can’t stop laughing at your pathetic attempts

Until he tries it

He ends up calling Connie

She gets the whole thing done in 10 minutes flat

☾☾☾☾☾

Marcus Pike

Loves the idea of building IKEA furniture with you

Because he thinks it’s the boyfriend-ly thing to do

He insists that he knows what he’s doing

But in reality, he hasn’t got the foggiest clue what’s going on

“WHY ARE THERE SO MANY PIECES?!”

“tHeRe aRe nO wOrDs iN tHe iNsTrUcTiOnS?!”

He also has no spatial awareness which means not only can he not figure out how the pieces fit together, but he also keeps tripping over everything

He just about wiped out on a piece of cardboard

“How are you an FBI agent?! You have no stealth whatsoever!”

You try really hard not to laugh when he can’t figure out why the Allan key won’t fit

(He was using it backwards)

“They trust you with a gun?!”

Eventually you can’t stand watching him struggle anymore 

You delegate him to DJ-ing while you take over

It takes you hours to assemble what should have taken you half an hour at most

But you’re not even mad about it

You’re having too much fun

He won’t stop dancing around you like a dork to ABBA 

(Which isn’t distracting at all)

☾☾☾☾☾

Oberyn Martell

Would not be caught dead building IKEA furniture

He has people to do that for him

“We don’t need more furniture Dove”

Refuses to entertain the thought of going to IKEA

“IKEA could not compete with Dorne’s craftsmen”

You end up sneaking out with Ellaria

Ellaria is on ‘distract Oberyn’ duty while you assemble the chair as quickly as possible

He figures out something is going on when Ellaria does everything imaginable to stop him from leaving

He’s not complaining but his curiosity has peaked and he will not be kept in the dark about the events taking place in his own castle

You hurl the newly assembled chair across the room when the door flies open

It splinters apart on impact with the floor

He’s smirking at you from the doorway

“I did warn you my love”

A week later, Dorne’s best craftsman is going head to head with you, Ellaria and another box of IKEA furniture

The entirety of the royal staff are watching as the competition unfolds

They’ve placed bets on who would win

You and Ellaria work seamlessly to assemble your “pathetic excuse for furniture”

He’s lying if he says he doesn’t find it a little attractive

You both refuse to talk to him for a week when he picks the Dornish furniture

☾☾☾☾☾

Whiskey

Loves going IKEA shopping with you

You make your first trip a few weeks after moving in together

You’re just putting plates into the cart when he freezes

Images of your future together start falling into place in his mind and he panics

He never thought he’d find something like this again… not after his late wife

This is real now

“Earth to Jack,” you call, waving your hand in front of his face

When you ask him what’s wrong, he chokes out a ‘nothing’

You don’t push it, he’ll tell you when he’s ready

He burns the instructions as soon as you get home

“Darling, I’m part of a secret intelligence agency. I can handle a few nuts and bolts.”

He lives to regret that statement as soon as he lays out all the pieces

But he’s too stubborn to ask for help

You can tell he has no idea what he’s doing but you go along with it

You hand him misnamed parts and tools when he asks for them and you breakdown cardboard boxes when he tosses them carelessly to the side

The radio’s playing in the background but neither of you are paying it any attention

Three hours pass before he proudly presents his masterpiece to you

“See that wasn’t so ba-“

It collapses to pieces the moment he tosses the Allen key he had been using on top of it triumphantly

He swears he’s reading every single word diagram next time

You’re dozing off in his arm on the mattress on the floor (the bed frame in a dozen unassembled pieces around you) when he tells you he loves you for the first time

“I love you too.”

[rairun]

November 2020

awake from three to six heart pulsing in my bed in Cambridge alerts pushing from a Soph who, it turns out, is not my mate Sophie liking my tweets about Araby

last week my uncle died of Covid-19 and my dad, my seventy-year-old dad I haven't visited since 2019, sang a song into his phone

first of eight uncles and aunts to go the one Dana might remember for dancing with abandon to the Bee Gees at family reunions

I wonder how she is doing the girl from Chicago the one my uncle can no longer remember from Christmas Eve 2003 I flew into O'Hare once, thirteen years later, with a friend and a partner, to see a show and I meant to see her too but I was trapped in a fold between two worlds

I never meant to hurt her, and neither did she when she emailed me in her freshman year, only months after she watched my uncle, who has just died, dance to the Bee Gees: "things are feeling distant, don't you think?"

my uncle was delighted and inconformado (why does the word "dismayed" not fit here?) when he learned, after so many years, that the Bee Gees were siblings

how had no one told him that the singers he liked, and danced to, understood his love for his own band of brothers and sisters?

and why are my dearest memories of places that don't exist or only exist in ones and zeros? and why was our language flying off the tip of our fingers not my mother tongue?

my sixty-seven-year-old mother who hasn't seen me since last year she is paying off my dad's debt she is working herself to death

my mother taught me, from early on, not to believe in endings "I am currently your mother and you are currently my son but this lifetime is but one"

but I no longer believe my mom there is life and then there is death and that is the end of it your loved ones live on in you and then you die too Seventeen years ago Dana got on a flight to São Paulo, and I took the bus seven hours southward, and as we winded down I asked, "time to call your mother?" but as only an eighteen-year-old could and would she waved it off

and in a hotel bed at 4am the phone startles us like these alerts from a Soph who is not Sophie, whose pronouns are ela/dela, who exists, in the same city as the hotel, seventeen years later

and on the line is my father who'd picked up the phone and passed it on to my little brother who spoke English to the woman on the other end/at her wits' end

"Pedro is my hero" sat her mom’s email, unread, until we took the bus nine hours northwards and together

and we sat at the same desk, together, where I once sat alone and her fingertips pressed, together, against the same keys pulsing to America in ones and zeros

Dana said hi to Esprit on the same chat window where Esprit once said to me:

"boys = perpetual letdown even the good ones and I'll come down to Brazil and sucker punch you if you are not"

but Esprit never had the chance to push through the crowd in Union Park she never had the chance to knock me out while Sufjan Stevens sang we were all gonna die

and the boy who jumped at the chat window, an open goal, his sister away from the room, to say I smelled like nads how was I to know he had so little time

her brother, and her best friend and my uncle, and the Bee Gees how did she cope how did her mother cope how do we all cope when no one is staying the fuck alive

in a pandemic, like tracing paper already traced, my life folds onto itself

[toshitanddieinla]

Part 1 - Some Call It McLoving

It was 8:00am but it certainly didn't feel like it. The California sun glistened through his dusty cigarette stained windowsill, its ray's softly combed through tufts of Armie's receding hairline. Armand groaned miserably as he nursed a stomachache from the McRibs he had eaten the night before...the mcRibs which were now making a swift exit through his anus. But Armand was not aware of this at the time, because he was also slightly hungover, you see. His sometimes dog, Archie, on the other hand, was incredibly aware, because he was the first to detect its presence. He really only showed up at the home, a derelict pool house rental Armand found off of Craigslist, to sometimes curiously peek at what the human was up to and steal whatever food he left out. But today he noticed that Armand had truly gorged himself on a McRib binge. He ate his food from the automatic feeder and then exited through his doggy doorway to spend the majority of his time with his preferred people, Armand's Landlords and beleaguered neighbors, the Del Santis family.

The scattered remnants of McRib packaging were littered all over the pool house. This was his life now; he would give in excess every now and then when he could afford it, he would try to stock up for weeks on end with the money his frustrated mother would send. She had hoped he earned enough to buy his own food by now, let alone to pay rent, but he assured her that one day he would land that project that would pull through. Armand had overheard while eating a burrito at a gas station that there was a casting call for a few local commercials. He had been to every job center near Los Feliz and Encino and over the past week, after failed casting calls and rejection over rejection, Armand would buy McRibs to nurse his bruised ego. Someday, he would get a job, just like he would get a girl, and he would finally stop thinking about the size of his incredibly tiny penis.

As he began to get ready, he ran to the bathroom to void his bowels of his grease laden dinner. He would accidentally urinate himself in the process, and try to wash himself pathetically in the bathroom sink before taking a shower like a dignified person. His penis was usually the last thing he forgot to wash, if he remembered at al. It was an amazingly disgusting sight to behold: his pubic hair had completely overgrown over the entirety of his genitalia. His shaft had odd warts and bumps that overwhelmed and engulfed the head of his penis by comparison, making his genitals look like a cluster of smegma encased pimples, which had been covered in an odd green layer of filth. These bumps were not STDs, for his genitals have been repulsively like this for as long as he could remember. Armie often didn't notice because he sometimes forgot his dick was even there. Besides, he was sure he wasn't the only actor in Hollywood with a rancid baby dick anyway.

Another day, he thought to himself. He flipped through channels after getting ready and put on the local public access news channel, which he loved to leave on as background noise. He fished out another McRib from the fridge, when he overheard a name that stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Timothee Chalamet gave an excellent performance as Danny in a hip hop and polka fusion themed production of Cats Don't Dance…" the giggling female anchor couldn't contain herself as clips of Timothee prancing in terrifying Cat makeup played in a looping montage of b-roll footage. "...It was put on at the Los Feliz High School. He is amongst 5 other actors who have been nominated in the Los Angeles Prestigious Actors Forum Awards…"

Timmy, a voice whispered from within the foggy shadows of his mind…that smug pretentious prick. He had tried for that same high school production last month, and when he showed up to the auditions they escorted him off campus. He was at least 24 years younger than him, 2 feet smaller than he was, and weighed a quarter of his 180 pounds, and yet he could never escape Timothee's shadow. Their rivalry began two years, when they managed to star together in a low budget drama cobbled together by sometimes screenwriter Pedro Luna, a local nurse aide who filmed the movie out of his garage in Encino for $7,000. Armie took the job at $500 per week. He spent days practicing his face in front of a mirror, eating McRibs and perfecting his dead glazed over eyes to elicit the perfect  amount of emotionally stiff vacancy that his body could muster and that he was known for. He practiced his meandering monologues on confused and unwilling vagrants and pedestrians. And all though Armie had more experience, Timothee managed to outshine him. Armie remembered stopping by In n Out when his phone received the alert that his co star, Timothee, was nominated for the Encino Local Artizzy Awards and Los Angeles Actor Forum Award simultaneously. Armie was furious...all those weeks performing his monologues to bewildered tourists near the LAX. The days where he was pelted with garbage and he came home smelling like a dumpster that had been left out on Santa Monica Beach overnight. When strangers confusedly gave him money or spoke to him about sobriety, even though he would explain to them in vain that he was very sober. Sure, he made a few dollars when it live streamed on YouTube from a few of Pedro's patients who watched. But Armie needed that to be his moment. He needed to show his mother, who begged him to take a job anywhere, even McDonalds, that his move to LA wasn't a complete failure.  

He could feel the hate rise through his chest and swallow his throat as he stared at Timothee's oddly angular jaw. Why the fuck was his jaw so sharp? He wondered... He looked like if Lyle Lovett had mated with a leprechaun…Armie was just as confused as he was somewhat incessantly jealous. As he continued to listen, he fell under a panic induced hypnosis that terrified him. This is it, he though...this is the most my career has peaked. The thought dreaded him and his mind began to race. He couldn't face his mother's disappointment again; the empty, defeating silence from her when she asked if he found any new work. He couldn't face another rejection... I look better than him, he thought, I can bench press 200 pounds. And he knew deep down that wasn't even true, but if he said it enough it could become true enough that people would believe it, so why couldn't the same be said for his fluttering career? His anxiety transformed into a cloud, which brought upon a deep quickening panic, as he felt a darkness envelop him. The darkness seeped from all corners of the house and hung over him until there was no sunlight entering his room, but an overwhelming gloominess shrouding him, his soul turning into a black void. I am a better actor, he kept telling himself, I am amazing... I should be getting these awards...me...me...me… As he waited for the words to work, he began to wonder if there was a void large enough that could swallow all his failures, his fears, his insecurities...but in the meantime, his mind quickly hatched a plan.

[thethoughtsfromthreeam]

Monument Woman

Pairing: Marcus Pike x OC (Rosemary Carter)

Warnings: None

A/N:  Enter Marcus Pike, stage right

Reminder: I ain’t ever seen Pedro Pascal in FUCK ALL, I’m just coming up with this as I go along, using imdb.com, wiki, and 84,000 tabs I got open to plan out this shit.  I also write soft versions of his characters so if you’re craving asshole vibes, I ain’t got any but my own to offer.

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[PART 1]  [PART 2]  [PART 3]  [PART 4]  [PART 5]

Part 6 – Step Forward, Step Back, Find Your Partner Quick

Helen tried her best to console a distraught Rosemary as Officer Garcia spoke to several of his colleagues in the hallway.  Her screams had startled the director, who was already on edge due to the break-in and if the circumstances had been different, the look of surprise and horror on the officer’s face would have reduced Helen to peals of laughter.  But all the situation did was add worry to her shoulders.

For nearly two hours, the officers questioned Rosemary about the break-in, about the missing piece, and they kept asking if the museum had any enemies. As much as she wanted to say Fred Breyers out of pure spite, Rosemary kept her mouth shut – sure some people weren’t always pleased with some of their program or exhibit topics, but nothing that would result in the theft of an artifact or the physical beating of a staff member.  The two women were exhausted by the time the three cops left the building.  Rosemary laid on the couch in her office, a wet cloth over her eyes as the lingering headache from the attack ramped up under this new stress.

“Rose, are you going to be okay?”  Helen’s voice was soft, but unable to keep the worried tone at bay.

“I honestly don’t know.  That statue was the only thing missing.  I don’t know if I’m upset because I promised Robert we’d care for it or mad as hell that accepting that ugly ass hunk of bronze led to all of this and possibly hurt the museum’s reputation.”  She sighed heavily, the now cool cloth doing little to help her.  She slowly sat up, swinging her legs over the sofa’s edge.

“I wouldn’t worry about our reputation.  I’m already working with Marquetta on a press release to get ahead of the game.  Louis over at the Caller always does right by us, I’ll give him the scoop first and he’ll spin it in our favor.”  Helen leaned back.  “I’ll also call major donors today to inform them of the situation.”

“I’m sorry, Helen.  I never thought this would have happened!”  The younger woman groaned heavily as she tried to stand, but the director held out her hand to keep her from getting up.  The body stilled.

“Did Francois’ report show anything differently than what Robert had given you?”  Before Robert’s health worsened, Rosemary contacted an old friend of hers to appraise the piece as Helen wanted a second opinion for the insurance company.  The in-depth discussion about the findings with Helen was moved back first by Robert’s death and then the attack.  “Are we still looking at the same value?”

“I reread it the day before the attack to prep for the meeting that never obviously happened, and he seems to agree with the assessment Robert gave us. The statue was processed into the collections several months ago and I put in Robert’s information, but never got around to putting in Francois’ report.”

“Well, so long as the original value was imputed into the report, it’ll give us something for the insurance company.”

“Are we going to report it lost?  What if they recover it?”

“Rose, I don’t mean to sound mean, but I doubt these officers are going to find the piece.  Whoever has it is probably long gone by now.”  Helen glanced over at her.  “Unless a miracle happens.”

“Well good thing I believe in manifestation and miracles.”  For the first time in what seemed like a long while, Rosemary smiled as her old humor began to shine through.  The director smiled back, unable to let the infectious comment not affect her.

“We’ll see.”

---***---

Two Weeks Later

“Pike!  Get in here!” Carmichael’s voice carried through the small cluster of offices their department occupied.  “Pike!”

“I’m coming!  Damn, give me a second!”  Pike grumbled as he scurried from his office and across to hers.  She wasn’t a loud person, so the excited shout she gave had everyone around her curious.  As Pike entered the room, he could see his partner standing behind her desk, doing a little hop-dance.  He raised an eyebrow.

“You need to look at this!”  She pointed at the computer, her smile so big it nearly took over her face. He stopped because she was giggling, Carmichael never giggled.  Whatever this was, it had to been good.  Pike came around the desk and bent down to see what she was looking at and when his eyes landed on the screen, his eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped.

“This is one of them, isn’t it?”  Carmichael asked, her voice quivering in excitement.  He ran out of the office to the command center for the cold cases, his presence startling his crew.  He looked over at the evidence board and ripped off a picture hanging in the middle before rifling through one of the boxes to find the corresponding file. He ran back to the office.

The picture in his hand was faded with time, that grainy look of age that pictures older pictures were taking on, but despite those flaws, the sculpture in the photo matched the one in the new alert in the NSAF database.  The Cornucopia had always been breathtaking.

And it’s been missing since 1993.

The agents glanced over the dossier, reviewing the piece to try and discover how this priceless Russian artifact made its way to what looks like a small museum in Western Michigan.  Neither had reviewed the original case file closely and both felt their jaws dropping as they read further and further into its history:

A rare example of the early Ukrainian Avant Garde art movement, The Cornucopia was created by Artem Chumak, a well-known artist from Odessa. Commissioned by the then-governor of the country as a gift to Czar Nicolas II in 1907, the piece was designed to showcase the entirety of the Ukraine in a single moment.  Because the country was known for its agriculture, Chumak chose to use the image of the cornucopia as his inspiration.

The piece is made of bronze and inlaid with the following precious gemstones:

               Siberian diamond

               Ural sapphire

               Ural ruby

               Ural jade

               Russian emerald

               Russian opal

               Ukrainian pearl

Upon the fall of the Russian empire in 1917, Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna Romanov took the piece along with several others from the royal art collection when she fled Russia.  She remained owner of the piece until 1920, when she sold it to the Grand Duke of Luxembourg.

In turn, the Grand Duke loaned the piece to the National Museum of History and Art and it remained with the museum until the outbreak of World War II. The ducal family took the piece back, along with several others to protect the collection from the advancement of the Nazis.

Unfortunately, the move did little good and much of the museum’s collection, including the pieces stored in the ducal family home, were taken by the Nazis, with intention of destroying them as part of the Germanization of the annexed country.

The pieces remained missing until 1949, when a team from the Monuments, Fine Arts, and Archives program (a.k.a. the Monument Men), recovered the stolen collections in a cellar in Hamburg and returned them to their respective homes.  The Cornucopia was returned to the museum and was on display until the ducal family attempted to sell the piece in 1965.  The sale failed and the family remained owners until the piece was loaned to the Luxembourg-American Cultural Museum in the U.S. in 1992.

In 1993, the piece was stolen from the museum and reported to the FBI’s Art Theft Squad days later.  The piece has yet to be recovered despite the best attempts of the team.

Pike looked at Carmichael and they grinned at each other.  While it being reported as missing didn’t mean that they had found it, it did mean that this cold case was heating up.

“Do you think we found our key?”  He didn’t want to sound hopeful, but he had to admit he was optimistic that they were much closer to solving this case.  The evidence they had been sifting through meticulously was painting a picture, but like a jigsaw puzzle, they were still missing pieces that brought it all together.

“I think we have.”  Carmichael replied.  They grinned at each other.

“Whose turn is it to go and do the interview?”  

“Mine, but could you do it?  Marty is out of town on business this week and I can’t leave Dinah alone.”  She rarely asked to trade like this, but Pike held up his hands in understanding.  They smiled, grateful they were partnered up, their work relationship had always been a smooth one.

“Sure, what could possibly happen in Michigan?”

They laughed as they started to walk to the command center.

---***---

Rosemary and Banana walked into the house, both exhausted from the day, the museum’s annual fall field trip event a cacophony of noise and excitement. The program had been exactly what Rosemary needed – something that distracted her from everything that had happened over the last month.  Her stomach hurt all day from her laughter as young kids swarmed the museum in their Halloween costumes.

As she hung up her coat, she caught something out of the corner of her eye on the kitchen table.  Walking over, Rosemary immediately recognized Fern’s loopy handwriting.

Hey sweetie, probate hasn’t cleared yet, but I heard word it should within the month.  Not to jinx it, but welcome to Saugatuck – its’ about time!  I’m also including some keys to Robert’s safety deposit boxes for safekeeping.  You can’t open them until the probate has cleared, so don’t get ahead of yourself! Love you, ae-in.  Always.  -F

“Oh, thank god.”  She huffed as she opened the bulky envelope, dumping out various keys and paperwork, including the deed to the house and the store.  She had an underlying fear that something would happen, and Robert’s wishes would have been overturned and she would get nothing.  “Looks like we’re here for the time being, Baba!”

Rosemary read through the papers and picked up her phone to call Fern. For the next hour, the two women chatted about the changes, what she needed to do to register ownership with the state, and more.  After they said their good-byes, Rosemary pulled her jacket on and patted Banana on the head as she left the house.  It was dark now, but she knew the path through the cemetery and trudged up the hill towards Robert’s grave with no problem.

“You know, I’m certain you chose this spot for some reason or another, but I think it’s to punish me for not getting enough exercise.”  She groused at the polished granite, wondering how she made this walk as often as she did, and it still robbed her of her breath. She was out of shape.  

Robert’s cheeky grin beamed from the porcelain cameo embedded into the stone.  She had never seen anything like it, but he had told her it was common among Eastern European communities.  He described how they used this horribly unflattering photo for his aunt Ionna’s cameo and that he vowed he’d choose his own rather than leave it to his relatives to decide.

She sat down on the damp ground and settle in.  She was still visiting the cemetery daily and while she didn’t cry as much as she had in the beginning, her throat always felt painful after she left.  Wrapping the coat around her tightly she sighed.

“You missed our field trip day.  I know you loved volunteering for it and the kids who remembered you from last year asked where you were.”  She smiled. “I told them you were attending as a ghost and that they couldn’t see you.  I think they believed me.

“I don’t know what strings you pulled up on that cloud of yours, but Fern thinks the probate will clear next month.  I’m glad, this whole process has been a pain and thank you for not making me go through it.  I’d give up and just die if Fern weren’t in charge.  My landlord was mad I’m breaking my lease, but I know you’re excited, you always hated that place.”  She sighed as a wave of sadness washed over her.

“I miss you.”  Her voice crackled with tears.  “I miss you so much, Robert!  I hate that you’re gone.  I hate that! I hate this!  And I failed you!  They still haven’t found the statue and I contacted the FBI and I haven’t heard anything, and I don’t know what to do!”

She cried harder, her ribs hurting as if the pain she experienced weeks ago was still fresh.  She gripped her sides as she continued to sob.   She was tired and everything that had happen in the month and a half since Robert died was catching up with her.  Rosemary sat in the cold evening for hours and let her sadness out.  When she finally left, the exhaustion she felt forced her straight to bed when she arrived at the house.  In a bit of mercy, she slept a dreamless sleep for once.

---***---

“Good morning.”  The deep voice caused Marquetta to turn from the display case she was working on.  A tall man with brown hair and a kind smile stood at the front desk.  She watched as Bob ambled over to welcome him.  She couldn’t hear their conversation after that, but she kept a subtle watch on the interaction as the two men talked.  The stranger smiled again and walked past her towards the stairs and she watched up trudge up each step until he was out of sight.

“You aren’t being very subtle.”  Bob’s voice sounded behind her and Marquetta jumped at the noise.  She felt herself grow hot, grateful her dark skin hid the blush rushing across her cheeks.  She turned to look at Bob, who was grinning at her.

“Who was that?”  She tried to keep her voice steady.

“Some FBI agent wanting to talk to Rosemary.”

“FBI?”  Marquette frowned before her eyebrows shot up.  “FBI!  Oh my god! They’re here!”

“Don’t shout.  It’s rude.”

“No, Bob!  Rosemary reported that statue that got stolen to the FBI!  That means they know about it!  They’re here for that!”

“Does that mean they’ll find the men who hurt her?”  He sounded hopeful at the idea.  Even if he thought her manners were lacking, Bob was deeply upset that Rosemary had been hurt the way she had been.  If this young agent can help find her attackers, he was all for it.

“I bet they do if they find the statue.”  The two stopped talking when Rosemary and Banana entered the building. She looked up and felt awkward when she realized they were staring at her.

“Um, is something wrong?”  She sounded unsure of herself and Bob got angry, realizing that these men didn’t just rob the museum of this ugly statue, it robbed Rosemary of her self-assurance.

“Never, Rose.  There is an agent from the FBI in your office.  Marquetta says you contacted them.”  She startled, not believing that her reporting the stolen item would bring them to her front door.  They were just a small history museum in Michigan, not the Detroit Institute of Art or the Smithsonian.  She figured she’d get an email or a call, but never a real agent.

“They’re here?  Really?” Her eyes lit up when Bob nodded. She started to laugh because she didn’t know what else to do.  Marquetta walked over to hug her and the physical contact help to ground her.

“He’s good looking, too.”  Marquetta whispered in her ear.  Rosemary pulled back at the comment. “Like really good looking.  His butt is cute.”

The two women giggled at the comment and hugged again.  Picking up the leash she dropped, the curator and her furry companion went towards the stairs, hope beginning to bubble in her chest. Maybe she hadn’t failed Robert after all, she thought.  When she reached the third floor, she stopped to catch her breath before walking down to her office.

When she stepped into the doorway, she saw him standing there, looking at her walls.  She couldn’t see his face, but everything about his presence radiated kindness – something she hadn’t expected from an FBI agent.  When he turned to look at her as she cleared her throat, his face lit up in a smile and she couldn’t help but smile back.  For the first time in weeks, she felt safe.

“I’m Special Agent Marcus Pike.”  He held out his hand to her.  She took it with her customary firm grip.

“I’m Rosemary Carter.  Welcome to Fort Jamison.”

[avarkriss]

Small Town

✭・.・✫

Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Female Reader (no y/n; use of she/her)

Rated: A for All, minimal warnings apply

Word Count: 1.025k

Summary: You and Frankie are best friends, but his feelings for your run a little bit deeper than friendship

From the 200 Follower Prompt list! Two anons sent in: 

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you” with lovesick Frankie

“How much have you had to drink tonight” with yearning Frankie

Warnings: lovesick and yearning Frankie, a lil’ bit of angst, alcohol use

Author’s Note: These two asks worked so well together that they went into the same little ficlet. I really enjoy writing Frankie and will have to do more in the future! I’m still new to this so I dunno if I should tag drabbles...if you wanna be tagged in them let me know?? Please enjoy and be well ~

Frankie adjusted his hat in the rear view mirror of his pickup truck before looking at the bar and sighing. He doesn’t know why you always pick the same place for your birthday, wishing he could shake that high school memory where your older brother found the two of you around the corner of the building, about to share in a first kiss.

The moment was ruined after that and you went on to kiss several far more popular guys before you graduated, taking a piece of his heart with him when you went to college. He took to the army instead, wanting to fly, but just like everyone else he wound back to the same small town, surrounded by the same people, at the same bar, on your birthday.

And for you, his best friend? He’d do anything, even if it meant having to watch Donny and Jayce play beer pong for the ten millionth time while he quietly sipped his beer at the bar, carefully watching you on the dance floor, alert to your surroundings so you wouldn’t have to be.

When he walked into the bar you noticed him immediately, face breaking into a huge grin while you rushed to crush him in a hug.

“Frankie you came!” you said excitedly, bouncing on your heels while wrapping your fingers in his.

“‘Course I did,” he smiled gently at you, noticing your dilated pupils and feeling your hammering pulse course through the vein in your wrist.

“C’mon, come dance with me,” you said, pulling on his hand.

He groaned and tipped his head back, following along with you only because you wanted him to. When you got to the dance floor you spun yourself under his arm, coming back to stand in front of him and bounce to the rhythm. He tried so hard to watch your face, but the way your chest bounced under your clothes kept drawing his eye down, only to snap back up to stare into your smile. If you noticed, you didn’t care.

It wasn’t long before some of your friends came by and pulled you away, leaving him alone in a sea of people he just barely tolerated and only for your sake. He made his way to his spot at the end of the bar, getting his usual beer. He sat against the corner and sipped while he watched you, quietly taking in every luscious curve of your body. The way your chest moved up and down as you breathed; the curve of your hips, popping to a particularly good beat; the round of your ass, swaying side to side as you moved your feet.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” he muttered to himself, watching you with your friends; his soft smile turning to a hard line when Donny came by you, surely planning to try another one of his lame pick up lines. You danced with him for a song and Frankie’s beer started tasting worse, so he set it to the side while contemplating what excuse he could use to leave early. He couldn’t watch you go home with someone else.

Again.

Frankie turned to the bartender to pay his tab, still running viable excuses to leave through his head when you appeared at his shoulder.

“You’re not leaving yet are you Frankie?”

He turned to look at you, your eyes wide, skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. “Well, I-”

The words had barely started to tumble out of his mouth when you stole the cap off his head, putting it on yours and flashing him a wink before running out of the bar. He rolled his eyes and got up, calling your name as he stepped outside. He heard your drunken giggle around the corner and ran his hand through his hair, breathing out an exasperated sigh.

“Alright,” he said while he rounded the corner. He lost his train of thought while he looked at you in your favorite birthday outfit, half illuminated by the street lamp, eyes covered by the brim of his too big baseball cap settled on your ears.

“Hey Frankie,” you breathed, twisting your hands together while you bounced on your heels a little bit; “you remember the last time we were here?”

“We come here every year for your birthday,” he muttered, the brief memory of the kiss that never was flashing in his mind again.

“Not that,” you said, slowly walking towards him.

“Remember, when we were kids. You had me against this wall,” you said, backing him into the siding of the building.

“And you were leaning in, so we could both try something new,” you whispered, inching closer and closer to his mouth.

You sighed when you felt his hands settle on your waist, surprised when you felt him pushing down.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?”

You blinked in surprise, taking a step back from him. “Only a couple shots Frankie, same as always.”

Frankie’s jaw ticked, unsure just how drunk you were. You were his best friend and he didn’t want you doing anything you would regret in the morning, despite how badly he wanted you right now.

“Keep my hat,” he said, walking away. “It looks cute on you.”

“Frankie wait,” you called after him, heart pounding inside your chest. When he turned to look at you the yearning on his face broke your heart in half, a realization flooding you that after all this time, he had always been there waiting for you.

“Please don’t go,” you whispered quietly, willing the tears to stay off of your face.

“I don’t want you to regret it,” he said, leaning on his truck to look at you, not trusting himself to get any closer. He didn’t have to as you quickly crossed the distance and pulled his mouth to yours, groaning when you felt his arm wrap around your waist. You pulled away from him, eyes wide and earnest.

“The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner.”

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Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 28)

Title: Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 28)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​​

Words: 3,276

Warnings: Fluff, description of fighting

Tags: @synystersilenceinblacknwhite​, @two-unbeatable-beaters​, @sevvysaurus​, @randomness501​

Author Notes: I really enjoyed writing this one! I’m starting to like writing fighting scenes. Also I couldn’t find a gif of Pedro protecting like how I described so I got a little nerdy. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you for reading!

Gif Credit: Google search

           The soft tune of your ringtone wakes you slowly from your slumber. You stretch languidly and groan loudly as you feel your joints pop and your muscles move under your skin. Reaching for your phone as the ringtone starts again you silently check the name on the screen and smile confused.

           “Good morning Agent Vodka.” You chirp happily into the phone. You hear the soft raspy laughter of the other agent filter into your ear and you smile warmly. “What do I owe the pleasure of waking up to your lovely laugh?” you tease good-naturedly.

           “I didn’t mean to wake you.” The other agent apologizes and you laugh happily.

           “It’s no bother. I’m on vacation I’ve got plenty of time to sleep.” You admit. “What can I do for ya?” you question curiously. You’re fingers are dancing across the bed sheet that’s covering you and take in a deep breath smelling Jack’s scent and aftershave surround you. It makes you slightly dizzy as you roll fully onto your back to stare up at the ceiling in a daze. He had to leave early this morning to head into work and had woken you earlier than his alarm to warm wet kisses trailing up and down your chest. It was one of the best ways to wake up in his arms with his body pressed tightly to yours and his lips grazing along your body. Shivering slightly at the memory of what he had done next to wake you fully you let your fingers grip the sheet tightly in arousal.

           “I was wondering if you’d be willing to help with a few training demonstrations today?” came the raspy question in your ear and suddenly you were reminded that you were on a phone call with another agent not just lying about in bed daydreaming about Jack and his talents in the bedroom.

           “I would love to Vodka. I can be at HQ in a half hour tops.” You said excitedly sitting up in bed. Your vacation was almost up and it had mostly been spent with Jack lazing about and just spending time together. It had also been spent more in Jack’s bed than anywhere else. To be given something new and motivating to do besides relax, like this opportunity to help fellow Statesman trainees, was something that made you excited. Not to say that you weren’t enjoying your time relaxing with Jack because you were. The memories that you were creating with Jack would last you during the times when the two of you were separate from each other and you were grateful for this time with him.

           “That’s great Curaçao. There’s no rush, when you get here come find me in the level three training rooms.” Vodka advises before hanging up. You smiled as you pulled the phone away from your face excited that you would get to spend some time with Agent Vodka and help with a training demonstration.

           Getting up from the bed you let the bed sheet slowly fall from your body and you sent a good morning text to Jack letting him know what was going on now that you had morning plans. You set your phone down on the bed side table and pulled out a pair of Statesman agency workout clothes that Jack had gotten for you to keep here at his apartment. Setting the clothes on the bed you then turned to the bathroom and began getting ready for the day.

           By the time you were showered and changed your phone had the flashing blue light indicating you had notifications waiting for your attention. Unlocking your phone a smile graced your lips as you saw that Jack had called you and text you at least twice. You quickly read the over the texts from him before you pulled up Jack’s contact to call him.

           Easily locking up the apartment you waited for Jack to answer his phone. Nodding to Jack’s elderly neighbor you smiled warmly at her as you passed her on your way to the elevator that would bring you down the main lobby so you could walk to the nearest subway station. You watched silently as she struggled with her bag of groceries and trying to open her door. You diverted quickly over to her and grabbed the bag as it slipped out of her hands. She looked up at you with shocked eyes and you smiled warmly at her. She quickly unlocked her door and you handed her back the bag of groceries while she thanked you profusely. You shook your head kindly and waved at her as you moved towards your destination. You had made it to the elevator before Jack answered panting.

           “Darlin’. Hello?” came his panting voice and a smile lit up your face.

           “I’m here handsome.” Came your response and you heard Jack sigh.

           “I’m glad I didn’t miss you.” He admitted warmly and you heard him get situated. “I’m sorry I had to leave you so early this morning.”

           “It’s no big deal Jack. I know you still have to go into work. Plus that wakeup call this morning definitely made up for waking up that early.” You reassured him in seductive tone.

           “Oh was it?” Jack questioned in a low gravelly voice.

           “Mmhmm. Plus we’re still on for our lunch date right?” you asked as you entered the elevator and pressed the lobby button to travel down. You stared up at the numbers as they lit up as the elevator traveled past them.

           “Of course darlin’. I was planning on ordering from the Chinese restaurant we liked last month.” He stated.

           “Oooh, okay. That sounds nice.” You responded as the elevator dinged softly letting you know that you had made it down to the lobby. Stepping out you effortlessly surveyed the area taking in the few loitering apartment tenants and the door man who sat behind the large oak desk in the middle of the floor. You nodded your head to the doorman as you passed and he nodded back you with a small smile. Moving out of the front doors you quickly sidestepped some tourists who were in awe of the buildings around you. “Ok so I should be at HQ in about fifteen or so minutes and I’ve got to meet Vodka in the level three training rooms.”

           “Ok darlin’. Be safe. I love you, I’ll see you when you get here.” Jack proclaimed warmly.

           “I love you too handsome I’ll see you soon.”

           Making your way quickly through the crowded streets you easily kept your eyes darting back and forth staying alert of your surroundings. This had always become second nature to you. You supposed it was due to your upbringing, what with a Boston P.D. captain for a father you had always been told to be alert and to keep your head on a swivel it was a no brainer you were good at this. And it had only gotten worse after… Shaking your head you began to descend the subway station stairs. You didn’t have time to think about that.

           True to your word you were walking into HQ not even thirty minutes from when Vodka had called you. The front desk clerk waved at you as you flashed your I.D. and began walking to the elevator alcove to head up to the training rooms. But just as you were stepping towards the small alcove that held the elevators a hand shoots out to make a grab at you. Easily dancing away you spin grinning up at Jack who’s staring at you in surprise.

           “Always gotta be vigilant handsome.” You tease before grabbing his out stretched hand to lead him to the elevator. One opens up for you and you tug Jack in behind you. Quickly hitting the button of the floor of the training rooms you turn to look up at him and he’s still in awe at your dodging skills. “You okay?” you asked curiously as you reach up and cup his cheek.

           “You’re awfully good at surveillance and evasive work aren’t you?” he questions still in awe as you looks down at you. You shrug your shoulders and smile proudly up at him.

           “It’s my specialty in field work.” You advise blatantly. It’s one of the things that you pride yourself in excelling at. Even during training as a field agent you were confident in your skills in that area.

           “If I remember correctly you also specialize in engineering and mechanical work.” Jack mused quietly as he stared down at you. You nodded smiling confidently up at him. Jack grinned and pulled you further into his arms. “You are amazing darlin’ I learn something new about you every time I’m with you.”

           “That’s how I keep you on the hook.” You teased warmly to him as you felt his arms wrap around your lower back tugging that much closer to his body.

           “Oh I will always be on the hook.” He teased back and you smiled happily up at him. Jack leaned downward to press a kiss to your lips and you tenderly kissed him back. Jack growled softly at you and you laughed softly as he tried to follow you as you pulled away.

           “Jack, I’ve gotta get to training.” You admonished softly setting your hands on his chest trying to push away.

           “Uh uh darlin’. It’s been at least four hours since I’ve last kissed you I’ve been wasting away.” Jack bemoaned to you and you chuckled amused at his antics.

           “Oh you poor baby.” You cooed at him as your hands trailed up to his chest to cup his cheeks. His grin was wide as you pulled him down towards you. The two of you stood in the middle of the elevator kissing and you felt yourself getting lost in the feeling of his lips pressed to you. You couldn’t help it when it came to Jack and he easily distracted you from everything. You frowned softly as you heard soft snickering from behind you and you pulled away from Jack.

           Turning you saw a whole group of younger looking people and quite a few were snickering softly. Some thankfully had the manners to hide it behind their hands the others just laughed and gave smug grins at the display you no doubt were giving them. Blushing brightly you felt Jack’s hand tighten on your hip and he shifted so that he stood in front of you protecting you from view of the group.

           “Y’all get a good look? Because that’s all yer gonna git.” Jack drawled out angrily as he took on a defensive stance in front of the group. “Now move on.” He snapped heatedly and you stared up at him in shock. You had never really truly seen him act like this. Normally he was soft and gentle when around you and now he was hard and harsh. You knew he was protecting you and it made your heart flutter in your chest at the affection he held for you. You watched as the group of people started to move farther down the hall. You saw a few of the women looking at Jack appreciatively and you chuckled softly knowing exactly what they were thinking.

           Jack tugged you out of the elevator and over to the training rooms and you watched wide eye as the last of the group that had stood in front of the elevator walked into one of the training rooms. You groaned softly as Jack turned to look at you as you flung your head back softly.

           “Those were the trainees.” You pieced together regretfully as you felt a blush growing deeper on your cheeks. Jack grimaced softly at you and nodded. “They all watched us make out like teenagers in an elevator Jack!” you hissed softly and he ran a hand over the back of his neck sheepishly.

           “Yeah darlin’. But if any of them give you any trouble you come and tell me alright? I won’t have any of them give you any lip and they will be dealt with accordingly.” Jack assured and you shook your head embarrassed. Jack cupped your cheeks and pressed a hard deep kiss to your lips before pulling away just as quickly. “Promise me you’ll tell me if they give you any trouble.” He implored you and you nodded feeling like you would be tattle telling on the new trainees. You already knew that you would only tell Jack if it got really bad. Hopefully the demonstration you would be doing with Vodka would distract them enough from your display in the elevator.

           Turning from Jack you opened up the door and took in a deep breath raising your chin into the air so that you wouldn’t seem ashamed by what you were doing with Jack. You were embarrassed sure it wasn’t like you wanted to broadcast what you and Jack got up to behind closed doors. You heard the soft whispers following you as you walked into the room and over to where Vodka stood smiling at you in a teasing manner. You nodded your head at her as you came up to her side and she rasped out a soft laugh.

           “So I heard you got caught locking lips with Whiskey.” She whispered to you as you stood in front of her and you grimaced softly before you shrugged your shoulders. “Well don’t worry we’ll show them how much of a bad ass you are in just a minute.” She said warmly with a wink and you chuckled softly shaking your head. “Alright grubs lets gather ‘round. Today we’re going to be training with knives and hand to hand combat.” Vodka called out to the trainees and you grinned widely. Hand to hand combat wasn’t your forte but you could definitely hold your own and you were good in using your size against bigger opponents.

           You watched as Vodka moved over to a table that sat at the far right side of the room and saw a slew of knives laid out. Her fingers danced over the knives easily as she silently chose which ones she’d use. “First we’re going to demonstrate how it would look like for a Statesman agent to come across an assailant who has knives and you don’t.” Vodka explained and watched as she turned to you nodding. You nodded back and stood tall to make it seem like you weren’t prepared for her attack.

           Vodka walked casually over to you and then quickly attacked. Her right hand swung out towards you and you quickly dodged it and ducked under her arm to punch her in the side shoving her away from you. Vodka then came at you harder and you blocked and parried her swings and knife work. As the two of you were dancing around each other, she trying to get a hit in with her knife and you trying to disarm her, you could hear the awed silence as the trainees watched the two of you fighting. Just then you saw your opportunity and you grabbed Vodka’s wrist in both hands before you turned quickly and yanked her wrist down over your shoulder while you pressed your fingers into her wrist pushing her hand in the opposite direction of her arm movement. The knife clattered to the floor and the room was so quiet that the sound of the knife hitting the floor echoed in the space.

           “Wow.” Came a soft voice that made you and Vodka look over to a small younger man who looked at you in admiration. “Will we be learning how to do what she just did? Because none of the other male agents you’ve brought in have been able to disarm you in under ten minutes and she only took seven.” He said appreciatively. You laughed proudly and released Vodka easily.

           “Really?” you asked curiously as you turned to Vodka who was rotating her  wrist to work out the ache. She shrugged with a proud smirk on her face as she looked at you in a new light. “Who’d you bring in before?” you questioned and she grinned widely.

           “Tequila, Bourbon, and Ale.” She listed off and a grin spread across your face.

           “Oh I just won bragging rights on Tequila.” You bragged and Vodka laughed out loudly.

           “And yes you will be learning how to do what she just did. Though I doubt any of you will be able to disarm me at all.” Vodka admits pleasantly.

             It was a couple of hours later when the training demonstrations ended and you thankfully slumped down to the floor grinning. It had been a good workout and you were more than grateful for it to be over your whole body felt like jelly. You smiled up at Vodka as she handed a towel to you and took it gratefully as you mopped it across your brow.

           “You did real good today and I really appreciate your help.” She admitted as she sat down next to you. The trainees were all splayed out or sitting on the floor in pairs around the room and you smiled over at Vodka.

           “It’s no problem I had fun.” You said with a shrug of your shoulders. Just then you heard the door to the training room open and you looked up to see Jack walking in and over to you and Vodka. You smiled warmly up at him as he stood in front of the two of you.

           “Ladies.” He greeted making you and Vodka snicker softly to each other.

           “Hey Whiskey!” called one of the younger trainees that you had found out was named Paul. You watched as he walked over to Jack with a smug grin on his face.

           “Yes Paul, what can I do for ya?” Jack asked turning to the man.

           “You’ve got a real bad ass for a lady.” Paul advised with a nod to you making you and Vodka snicker again.

           “All the trainees are in love with you now.” Vodka whispered into your ear as she leaned over towards you and you laughed shaking your head at her.

           “I know that Paul thanks.” Jack said smirking at the trainee. Paul nodded and smiled admiringly over at you before walking back over to the other trainees. Jack turned to look down at you and Vodka and held his hands out to the two of you. “C’mon then I’ve bought a late lunch for the two of you from the Chinese place. Wanna come and eat in my office?” Jack asked in a friendly tone to both you and Vodka.

           “Actually I’m gonna skip the love fest between you two and just take the food.” Vodka said in an amused tone as she stood next to you. “Thanks for helping me with the trainees today Curaçao.”

           “I’ll send the food down to your office.” Jack advised and Vodka nodded as she began waving the trainees out of the room.

           “Thanks.” Vodka nods to him and leaves out of the training room behind the trainees. You smile and wrap an arm around Jack’s waist.

           “So I take it they didn’t give you any trouble?” Jack asked fondly to you and you shook your head.

           “Vodka showed them how bad ass I am so it worked out and they completely forgot about us making out in the elevator.” You advised and Jack effortlessly led you out of the training room.

           “Good. I didn’t want to have to knock some skulls together.” Jack teased lowly and pressed a kiss to your temple. You laughed loudly as you gripped tighter around his waist.

[waywardodysseys]

Indecent Proposal

Author’s note: This was written for a writing prompt challenge suggested by @promptsforthestrugglingauthor

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x OFC Laney

Warnings: angst, cussing

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I loathed Pedro with every fiber of my being. We had been friends once, even lovers. But it had come to a crashing halt. I had walked away with fire in my soul and anger in my bones.

As friends, we weren’t close. I guess you could call us more acquaintances than anything. Then we were at the same party, tipsy and down to play a game of truth or dare. People knew he had a crush on me, and I was oblivious to it. I was focused on my career and spending my nights alone. Well some of my nights alone, I did frequent bars and clubs with my friends and on occasion did find a warm man’s body to share a bed with.

“Pedro,” Sarah had asked with a giggle while drawing out the last syllable of his name.

He had looked at her with a raised brow.

“Truth. Or dare.” She had remarked before taking another sip of wine.

“Dare,” he had belted out with no hesitation.

I watched as Sarah’s eyes roamed the circle. I should’ve known what she was about to do when they landed me.

Sarah had grinned wickedly as the thought came to mind. “Kiss Laney.”

My heart had nearly jumped out of my chest when I heard the words. My eyes went straight to Pedro who stood up and walked right over to me. I was sitting on a bar stool, half of us were and the other half were in chairs.

He cupped my cheek and brushed his plush lips against mine. It wasn’t a soul searing, death defying kiss. It was sweet and chaste. He then pulled slowly away from me and look into my eyes. I felt his thumb sweep across my cheek then my lips.

“I want more,” he had whispered before returning to his seat.

My eyes were glued to him as he retreated and claimed his seat. He looked at me with a smirk and winked. My eyes then darted to Sarah who still had her wicked grin.

After the party, Pedro found me and claimed my mouth once again. Later into the night we had claimed one another inside of his apartment on his bed. From that night on it had been Pedro and me. We were happy. The honeymoon phase didn’t seem like it was going to end until I found him in bed with another.

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Now Pedro and I are sitting inside of what used to be our favorite restaurant. We frequented it enough to know a few of the wait staff and the manager. The expansive dining area’s quiet whereas my body boils over with rage.

Why am I even here?, I think as I take a sip of the lemon water sitting idly on the table.

I look at Pedro and sneer, “why should I help you?”

Pedro looks at me then down. He acts as if he’s ashamed. “Because Laney, we had something. Once upon a time. I need your help.”

I snort. “You only need my help because I know your fucking secret Pedro! You betrayed me!”

“I told you I loved you, I still do. You matter to me.”

“If I mattered to you, you would have divulged your secret to me at the beginning of our relationship instead of me finding you in bed with…,” I sigh impatiently. I can’t even think about what I saw. I don’t have the will inside of me to even admit who he was in bed with.

I had poured out my heart and soul to this man because we had a connection. A connection I thought would never break but it did.

Life was full of unexpected twists and turns; for example, I never planned to be approached by my arch-nemesis with a proposal to be their date for the night in exchange for money.

Pedro had become enemy number one in my book.  We had become the example pictured next to the definition of the literary trope – lovers to enemies. I had wanted nothing to do with him after he tried to grovel at my feet about what happened. I couldn’t look him in the eye, couldn’t face him. Not until he hustled his way to getting me to meet with him for lunch.

Pedro slides a thick envelope towards me on the table.

“You really offering me money?”

Pedro shrugs, “it’s the only way I know you’ll do this.”

“Paying me off to keep your secret?”

“If you want to call it that, sure.”

He knew I was fine financially. He knew I was his last resort. He knew I’d help because of the tinge of kindness I had in me for him. The slither of goodness I had within me to keep my mouth shut.

“If I do this for you know after tonight, I no longer want to see you.” I don’t regret the words once they are out of my mouth. All of them are true.

“You’re willing to end our friendship?”

“We never had a friendship Pedro. We had a relationship. We knew the same people. Never hung out outside of the parties we went to. If you think about it Pedro, all we had between us was sex.”

“You know we had more…” Pedro implies.

I know we did but after catching him, then realizing I threw all my cares away when we were together, all we had in the end was sex. I wanted nothing more to do with him after tonight.

“You broke me Pedro. There’s nothing more to say.” I whisper, trying to keep my emotions in check. He does not need to see me cry.

I had cried endlessly for days until my sister flew across country and dragged my ass out to multitudes of bars and clubs. Getting me tipsy, having me dance with random guys, and even going home with them alert and fully aware I was doing the “getting over my ex” sex. She even vowed to make his life hell.

“I could drag him through the mud Laney.” She had gleefully remarked.

“No,” I had mumbled, “I’m sure he doesn’t the world knowing.”

She had sighed heavily in defeat. “He never deserved you in the first place.”

I knew then she was right, even looking at him now, my sister is still right. Pedro never deserved me. He wanted me to fill a void he was missing. A void of being loved and having a woman writhing in pleasure from his touch, his mouth, from his…

I push the memories of him entering my slick core aside and look at the man who’s now my enemy. A man I no longer want or need. Nothing will ever change my mind; no one will ever change it either.

“What time is this soirée?” I ask with bitterness.

“Seven. Tonight.” Pedro retorts. “I’ll pick you up at six-thirty.”

“Black tie?”

Pedro nods.

I try to hold my look of disdain. I wasn’t one for black tie affairs. I hated getting dolled up for events. I had only joined Pedro for two red carpet events. The days were long, and the nights were endless.

“Six-thirty then,” I remark as I stand, taking the thick envelope with me.

I walk out of the restaurant into the warm California sun knowing full well tonight was going to be the worse night of life.

But instead of being ready at six-thirty for Pedro to pick me up, I had packed my bags with the clothing I needed to get away. I couldn’t face him again; I couldn’t look into those deep brown eyes and relive our short-lived relationship again. I had done it earlier at lunch and I couldn’t suffer again.

Screw the tinge of kindness and the slither of goodness. I did the childish and selfish thing known to hurt a person you promised to do something for – run away.

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