#wildemaven blind drabbles

[wildemaven]

My sweet Heidi! Congrats again on your 1K bby!! You deserve it and even more!! I was wondering if I could put in a blind drabble request with my love Frankie and numbers 22 and 301. I’m so proud of everything you’re doing and am so glad to call you one of my best buds. 💜💜💜

Meet Cute in the Garden Section

Wildemaven 1k Celebration / 1k Masterlist Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog; No warnings, just fluff!

Prompts: "This doesn't smell like roses." / "It was nice meeting you."

You don’t mean to stare. Actually you do, because it’s the cutest thing you’ve seen in a while. 

Between reading the tiny plant labels and filling your cart with an array of plants you had been looking forward to purchasing for your growing garden, you can’t help but notice a Dad and his daughter an aisle over doing some planting shopping of their own. 

He seems a little lost, removing his tattered ball cap every once in a while to comb through his chestnut locks, as he examines each plant his daughter holds up to him. His furrowed brow gives you the impression he doesn’t shop for plants often. 

As you continue your browsing, you find yourself in the same section as the cute shopping duo. In closer proximity you decide the Dad is quite cute with how his eyes crinkle when he smiles at something his daughter is saying and you think you see a hint of a dimple through his patchy beard. 

“This one is cute too Papa! Look at it.” The sweet little girl, who looks to be around 5 or 6 years old, says to her Dad holding up the tiny potted plant. “Can we get this one too?”

He takes the plant from her tiny hands, squinting as if he either forgot his glasses at home or thinks he doesn’t need them and continues struggling through reading small print. 

“I don’t know baby, I can’t really tell what the little symbol is, if this one is saying full sun or partial— maybe no sun?? This one might be a little more difficult to take care of.” He tells her as he goes to place it back in its designated spot. 

“Actually, those are pretty easy to take care of— perfect starter plants too.” You say, giving him a reassuring smile so as to not come off as some creepy stranger in the garden department. “Sorry, didn’t mean to bother you, just thought you should know.”

“Thanks— thank you. As you might have guessed, I know nothing about plants, or gardening for that matter.” He says, laughing at confessing his lack of knowledge about plants to a complete stranger. There’s definitely a dimple, way more prominent when he laughs. 

“That’s okay, we all start somewhere. So far, all of your choices are great ones, you shouldn’t have too much trouble getting things going.” You tell him as you glance over their selections. 

“So there’s hope for us then?”

“Definitely!”

“Papa! This doesn't smell like roses!” The sweet little girl, who looks like a copy and paste version of her father, declares while shoving another plant into their nearly filled cart. 

“That’s because it’s a succulent, no real scent to them.” You say, and guessing by her confused expression, she doesn’t know what one is. “It’s like a cactus, but none of those pokey needles on them. They’re fun to take care of because they don’t need a lot of water to grow and love the sun, very low maintenance.”

“That’s just what our garden needs, low maintenance.”

He doesn’t have a ring, but you're aware not everyone wears one these days, so you use your sleuth skills to ask about his marital status so you don’t over step any sort of boundaries. 

“Well, I’m sure your wife will be happy with everything you two have picked out.”

“Oh, we’re not married— I have her on the weekends and she’s been begging to plant a garden since she has one at her mom’s place. And I have no clue what I’m doing so I’m just guessing as we go.” 

Cute, and single. 

“I’m Frankie and this is Isabella.”

You give him your name and you continue to talk him through his gardening hesitations, really soaking up everything little detail you’re sharing with him— wishing he had something to take notes knowing he’ll probably forget most of it by the time they get home. 

“It was nice meeting you. I hope you both have fun and I wish you the best of luck in your gardening ventures.” Realizing you had definitely overstayed your welcome, but wishing you could chat more with Frankie— and not just about plants and their needs. 

You give them both a friendly wave goodbye, turning back to your cart to make your way to pay for your own plants, looking forward to an afternoon of planting and deciding what to make for dinner. 

You had finished loading your car with your collection of flowers and a few bags of potting soil, when you hear your name being called, and turn to see Frankie and Isabella walking in your direction. 

“Hey! More gardening questions?” 

“Yeah, I mean— not really. I was wondering, umm if I could maybe get your number. In case I were to have any questions about garden stuff, I could text you or call if you prefer— or I could turn back around and head to my car and we can pretend this lame attempt at me asking to see you again didn’t happen.” He sounds nervous, his one hand firmly tucked into the pocket of his jeans and the other securely around Isabella’s tiny hand— his irresistible smile and charming personality has really won you over. 

“I’d love to give you my number— for gardening and stuff.” 

[guiltyasdave]

inspired by @the-blind-assassin-12 i joined her march fic madness 2024 challenge, with the goal to read and reblog 63 fics in 31 days.

i've read waaaayyyy more than that, but i'll keep going until march is over and add every new fic to this list later:) i'm also thinking about starting a weekly rec list of fics that i've read, i'll obviously still reblog them individually but i think it would be nice to have them in one place, since things can easily get lost on the dash.

in an attempt to keep this somewhat organized, i'll sort this list by character. i love every fic on here, but i do read some dark shit, so please pay attention to the tags/warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be for you <3

part 2! find part 1 here :)

joel miller

clot by @luxurychristmaspudding

santa/cupid joel lore by @covetyou

first frost & sunrise by @5oh5

sleepy joel drabble by @ghotifishreads

hands on your knees by @northernbluess

dr. miller by @endlessthxxghts

wet nights & heat lightning by @shellshocklove

kiss kiss bang bang by @aurorawritestoescape

sanity is a cozy lie by @noxturnalpascal

snowbound by @joeloverture

breath by breath by @ozarkthedog

single dad joel’s dating life by @sweetercalypso

illicit affairs by @schnarfer

7 am by @milla-frenchy

javier peña

call me javi by @wildemaven

to perish twice by @brandyllyn

ways of seeing by @always-andromeda

que manera de despertar by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

bittersweet by @wannab-urs

better man by @dancingtotuyo

dave york

kinktober 2022 day 3 by @simpingcowboy

playdate by @daddy-dins-girl

the violence of you by @whataperfectwasteoftime

“get back down here, we’re not done yet” by @jksprincess10

babysitter pwp oneshot by @auteurdelabre

knife by @wannab-urs

love at first…sight by @goodwithcheese

frankie morales

tick by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

he with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes by @hellishjoel

something to prove by @writefightandflightclub

what comes after by @mrsmando

oberyn martell

peaches by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

marcus pike

playdate by @daddy-dins-girl

lucien flores

gold chain drabble by @ozarkthedog

mutual by @luxurychristmaspudding

i was fixed on your hand of gold by @freelancearsonist

chained by @5oh5

this high of you & me by @kedsandtubesocks

drunk on your summer wine by @joelsgreenflannel

take me higher by @seventeenpins

untouched by @lunitawrites

on the verge of a usual mistake (+ dieter bravo) by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

jack daniels

losin’ you by @wildemaven

southern nights by @secretelephanttattoo

cave in by @javierssunglasses

ezra

in the dark by @frannyzooey

din djarin

a rule of threes by @5oh5

beneath the mask by @saradika

ted garcia

practice makes perfect by @notjustjavierpena

if you read any of these, please remember to show the writers some love! <3

[toomanytookas]

March Fic Madness: Reading List

Thanks again to @the-blind-assassin-12 for creating the March Fic Madness challenge!

I've already posted my stats for the challenge over on this post, but here's a list of what I read!

I find that, for me, lists without any description end up leading to decision paralysis/having to click a lot of links without knowing where you're going, so I've tried to provide a super brief summary of each fic as a taster (obvs more info is provided by the author on each fic’s actual page). If you're an author whose work is listed here and feel I've misrepresented your fic, let me know and I can change the little blurb, it's obviously not my intention to do your work dirty! <3

List is alpha sorted by character then by author.

Dieter

stay sexy and don’t get murdered - @chronically-ghosted- oneshot > Against the backdrop of a murder mystery, the reader and Dieter resolve some relational conflict and lean into their mutual feelings.

vamp!dieter drabble - chronically-ghosted - oneshot > Vampire!Dieter permits journalist!reader an interview. There’s a “Say it. Out loud.” moment.

the howler monkey - @covetyou - oneshot in series > Dieter struggles with some strong feelings and is comforted by his PA.

Laminated - @katareyoudrilling - oneshot > Dieter’s asking around the hotel for sex and his vasectomy seals the deal for the reader.

Go Play Your Video Games - @kedsandtubesocks - oneshot > Reader is a cozy video game streamer and Dieter, still a famous actor, is a fan.

One Day at a Time - @rebel-held - chaptered (ongoing) > Reader is a tutor for a young actor on the set of Dieter’s current flick.

The Kit Kat Trilogy - @schnarfer - series (complete) > Reader and Dieter hooked up 10 years ago and meet again at Christmastime.

Purple Haze - schnarfer - oneshot > 60s fashion photographer Dieter does a shoot with model!reader.

lost, found - @sp00kymulderr - oneshot > Reader comforts Dieter when he is (re)confronted with his family's homophobia.

dieter x poppy oneshot - @wildemaven - oneshot related to chaptered fic > Smutty lil’ footjob after a long day. Part of the Sweet Creature universe.

Ezra

A Girl Walks Into A Bookshop - @oonajaeadira - chaptered (complete) with an open followup series > Post Prospect. Ezra owns a bookshop and he and the reader fall in looooooooooove.

Frankie

frost on the windows, flowers in the bed - @5oh5- chaptered (ongoing) > Both reader and Frankie have travelled to Paris for a reset. They hook up at a bar on NYE.

in another life - chronically-ghosted - oneshot > Smutty, domestic slice of life oneshot.

All For You - @goodwithcheese - chaptered (complete) > Childhood friends reconnect at their 25 year high school reunion.

Hold Fast - @jeewrites - chaptered (ongoing) > Reader is a physician by day, powerlifter by night and meets Frankie through Pope’s gym.

Tommy’s Party - @luxurychristmaspudding - chaptered (complete) > Angsty (ANGSTY) roommates to lovers.

Lions Ain't the Kind - @qveerthe0ry - chaptered (ongoing) > Developing early relationship ft. subby!Frankie.

Dial Drunk - schnarfer - oneshot > Childhood friends who shared one intimate night reconnect and begin to dream of a better life together.

Jack

Cognitive Dissonance & Decoherence - @prolix-yuy - chaptered (complete) > WestWorld injected with a sentient host Jack.

losin' you - wildemaven - oneshot > The beginnings of reconciliation between exes at a rodeo.

Javi P.

Paranoid Heart - goodwithcheese - chaptered (complete) > Two souls who are a bit too worldly wise for Laredo meet through their parents and fall for one another. [Still working my way through this one!]

Seen - katareyoudrilling - oneshot > Older reader refuses to take Javi’s flirty attitude at face value, but finds the man behind the bravado appealing.

Go Your Own Way - schnarfer - oneshot > The development and decline of a complicated romance with young fuckboy Javi.

Joel

No outbreak/fully alternate universe AUs

Maintenance Request - @burntheedges - chaptered (ongoing) > Lit prof reader and [official title redacted] Joel meet as he works on facilities maintenance and landscaping around campus Helen - @kiwisbell - chaptered (ongoing) > John Wick AU but where the wife character lives and angst about revelations of the past ensues. nervous joel oneshot - wildemaven - oneshot > Joel is feeling anxious about satisfying the reader during their first time together.

Jackson AUs

Seams - @fuckyeahdindjarin - chaptered with additional series oneshots (ongoing) > Seamstress reader meets Joel when he needs help with his pants and the flirty beginnings of a relationship bloom. baby, i'm yours - @joelsgreys - oneshot > Joel has insecurities about being good enough for the reader. You Brought Me Poison Flowers - @ohforficsake - chaptered (ongoing) > OC Lennie runs the Jackson apothecary. we've got one thing in common, it's this tongue of mine - @youcancallmeelle - series (two parts, of which this is one) > A fun clandestine relationship.

Post-Outbreak AU

safe and sound - @janaispunk - chaptered (ongoing) > Joel & Ellie crash land at the reader’s home post Joel getting stabbed.

Lucien

this high of you & me - kedsandtubesocks - oneshot > Dealer!Lucien shotgunning with reader.

Hungry Eyes - @missredherring - oneshot > Ex!Lucien observes the changes in reader's confidence at a party where she’s with her new beau.

Marcus P.

Only for you - burntheedges - oneshot > Established early relationship. Reader has a variety of piercings that Marcus finds exciting.

All About the Bass - katareyoudrilling - oneshot > Musicians!reader and Marcus meet at community orchestra rehearsals.

Headshots - @secretelephanttattoo - series (complete) > Photographer!reader is hired to take headshots for the FBI and meets Marcus. Series covers their relationship over several years.

Wash Day - secretelephanttattoo - oneshot > Established early relationship. Marcus washes the reader's hair.

Third Time’s the Charm - the-blind-assassin-12 - series (complete) > Marcus and reader navigating their early relationship while he travels for work and settles into life in DC.

Shane & Tim

bloody kisses by @perotovar - chaptered (ongoing) > Shane’s gay awakening is full of angst and a bit of getting into trouble. He gets help (and eventually help? 👀) from one Det. Tim Rockford.

[bluestar22x]

Some Of My Favorite Pedro Character Fics

(pretty sure you've read at least some of these, but I'm doing a general fanfic recommendation for everyone who comes across this)

Smut/Reader Fics:

Common Thread by wildemaven (Frankie)

Pause by trulybetty (Tim Rockford)

Stranger At My Gate by leslie-lyman (Pero)

The Layover by goodwithcheese (Frankie)

Palomino - by fuckyeahdindjarin (Jack Daniels)

A Girl Walks Into A Bookshop by oonajaeadira (Ezra)

You Found Me by yespokadotkitty (Zach Wellison)

Point Of No Return by the-blind-assassin-12 (Ezra)

The Gift by honeyedmiller (Javier P)

In The Woods Somewhere by eupheme (Joel Miller)

Look For The Light by cowgurrrl (Joel Miller)

Heat by notjustjavierpena (Javier P)

Close by omgreally (Din Djarin)

Star Gazing by absurdthirst (Frankie)

In Dreams by mishasminion360 (Marcus Moreno)

Rumble by ezrasbirdie (Din Djarin)

Frankie Morales And Dog Tags by moralesispunk (Frankie)

Untitled Drabble by thetriumphantpanda (Frankie)

Crush by softlyspector (Joel Miller)

All The Time In The World by whataperfectwasteoftime (Marcus Pike)

Yes by theewalkingdead (Javi G)

A Good Thing by mellowswriting (Marcus Pike)

Softer by campingwiththecharmings (Joel Miller)

Warm Glow by moonlight-prose (Joel Miller)

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I love Read You Like A Book by the-ginger-hedge-witch (Marcus Pike) 'course you know Ren so this is for the non-franny people reading

Want to once again say I LOVE Silence and Short Days Long Nights Franny (Joel Miller). They also make my list.

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Joel And Ellie Canon Centered Fics (TLOU On AO3 + Tumblr):

Walking In Lonely Places by Merakiae (Hurt!Joel)

I Think I Heard Someone Stirred by iusedtobeoctober

Tied Together By Grief by flannelfeelings

Star Gazing and Gift Giving by skoulsons

Never Let Me Down Again by swiftieispunk

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Mine (the more popular ones):

Sweet Summer Series (Javi P)

Colors (Joel Miller oneshot)

The Rockford Files (Tim Rockford)

New fics:

The Outcast (Pero Tovar)

The Writing Contest (Javi G)

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Non-Smut/Canon Based Fics (TLOU Fic):

The Tree

Generally:

My Masterlist

reblog/reply with your top rec’s 👀 — the ones you pass to your friends, the “beginner to fandom” ones you always rec, the ones you’ve been excited to read, the ones you think about, the ones you re-read, the ones that have your whole heart, etc — your own fics included! ❤️

[wildemaven]

first of all CONGRATS ON 1K BBY!!! You're amazing and deserve 10k more!!! may I ask for a blind drabble 25 and 40 with ezra please 👀👀

… Never Really Ends in Vegas

Wildemaven 1k Celebration

Pairing: Jack Daniels x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog; Allusions to sex; no actual act, annoyance of a mustached man, talks of divorce, accidental marriage

A/N: Sweet Sil had picked Ezra, but I’ve never seen Prospect and didn’t feel like I could write for him with out knowing his character— so she gave me free reign on the character

Prompts: "I can't smile at you, I'm mad." / "I'm annoyed, to say it mildly."

Part 1

“This was the last time, no more!” Your breath short ragged puffs, your mind slowly regaining a grip on the reality of the situation at hand. 

Wanting to escape this musky sex filled apartment and the mustached man whom you can’t seem to shake, you decide to quit your stalling, throwing the wrinkled top sheet from your dewy, depleted body to make a break for the door. And you almost make it out of the bed, until two large arms are wrapping around your naked torso, pulling you back against a warm broad chest.

“See, you say that every time Darlin’, and each time I have a hard time believing’ ya.” Jack murmurs into the crook of your neck. “When you gonna admit you like this thing we got goin’ on?”

“There’s nothing to admit. It happened a few times and now it’s done— no more.” Your voice is laced with irritation, fighting the urge to stay and succumb to his convincing ways. 

“Do I sense some anger there, Darlin’?” He noses at your cheek, a kiss to your temple, his large hand tipping your face back to him, pressing a lazy kiss to your already kissed-out lips. 

"I'm annoyed, to say it mildly.” You mutter against his plush pout. “I have to go, one of us has to make enough money to pay for this annulment.” 

You extricate yourself from his arms, grabbing the clothes thrown about the room, pulling them on one by one, fixing your appearance in the mirror that hangs above his dresser. 

“Hey, how ‘bout you give me one of those gorgeous smiles of yours before you leave, let Jack know yer not mad at him for forgetting again.” He stares affectionately at your reflection from where he’s still laying in bed, propped up on one elbow and bedsheets draped over his hips. 

“I can't smile at you, I'm mad." Grabbing your purse and keys from the dresser, the sound of your heels clicking against the hardwood floors as you head for the front door. “You better be at the courthouse tomorrow, Jack!”

Leaning over the edge of the bed to watch your retreating form, he shouts before you’re able to slam the door shut, “Same time and place next week, Darlin’?”

Part 3

[wildemaven]

Moodboard for a plot bunny that’s been bouncing around the last week… one im actually excited to write hopefully soon

[wildemaven]

Last June I had celebrated 1k followers. I did a fun little thing where you would send me numbers and I would write a little blind drabble for a P character of your choice… well then I dropped the ball and never finished them.

I have quite a few still in my inbox and I want to still hold up my end of the deal. I lost the prompt list I was going off of, but I am going to still write blind drabbles for what I have. I plan to slowly work through them in between breaks from writing Strangers, until I’ve finished them all.

Sorry for being so lame about it!!

[wildemaven]

You had to know I'd go with the blind drabble, lol....so let's say 8 & 20 and my most favorite dumb cowboy 🤠😜

What Happens in Vegas…

Wildemaven 1k Celebration

Pairing: Jack Daniels x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, Las Vegas, Accidental marriage

Prompts: "How do you become accidently married?" / “I preferred not to be disturbed”

The neon lights slowly begin to wane, the sun slowly rising and its golden rays blending into the colors that wash over the City of Sin. 

Sleep is still crusted to the corners of your bleary eyes as you manage to sit up. A bed. But not your room. 

There’s a heaviness that’s settled in your stomach, the remnants of the copious amount of alcohol you’re vaguely remembering from mere hours ago. Hungover and not in the room you had checked into. 

You scrub your hand over your tired face, a coolness stings against your warm skin. 

Glancing at your left hand, a new heaviness clings to your finger— a ring. 

As panic begins to fight against your urge to expel the contents of your stomach, there’s a groan coming from the other side of the bed. 

A mustached man, so effortlessly draped over the pillows beside you, begins to stir. 

“Fuck! Jack, wake up!” You say as you try to shake him awake. 

“Darlin’, I’m gonna to need you to calm down a bit. Head’s hurtin’ real good this mornin’”

You don’t waste any time and grab for his hand, a matching gold ring sits snuggly on his ring finger. 

“Jack, wake the fuck up! I think we accidentally got married at some point last night?!”

He groans, an eye peaking open as he lifts his hand to get a view of the ring for himself. “How do you become accidentally married?” Placing his hand down on your bare thigh, his thumb drawing lazy circles over your pebbled skin, looking completely unbothered. 

“If I knew I wouldn’t be freaking out. This was supposed to be a quick in and out job Jack! Now this! What the fuck are we going to do?” 

Your assignment to collect leads in Las Vegas has turned into a night of blowing off steam with your partner Agent Whiskey, Jack as he prefers you to call him off the clock. 

But at some point between the rounds of Old Fashions and the tipsy flirting that followed, you’re now sharing a bed with your partner— husband. 

“Look Darlin, we’ll sleep on it a bit more— let these hangovers settle down. Then we can talk about it with clear minds.” He grumbles as he turns on his side, fluffing the pillow under his head as he does. “First thing you should know about your husband, I’m cranky on zero sleep— I preferred to not be disturbed.”

“Jack!”

Part 2

[wildemaven]

The blind drabbles are such a brilliantly fun idea!!! I'd like to please request #48 and #119 for the sexy Javier Peña 🚬👖🥃

Stolen Glances and Secret Bets

Wildemaven 1k Celebration

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Warnings: language, but other wise none really

Prompts: "It's not what you think it is." / "Let's forget any of this ever happened."

It’s not ideal, but with how busy it’s been at the embassy, you make do with the space you’re given— today, it’s a cramped utility closet. 

On the outside, it’s all paperwork, stake outs and shit office coffee— but within these four walls, time doesn’t really seem to exist. 

Surrounded by secrecy and the staticky vibration of shared breaths fuse together with the clanking of the metal shelf that is digging into your back. 

“I’ve missed you so much, Hermosa.” Javier confesses, his husky voice cracking as his lips move keenly against yours. 

Your hands, acutely aware of your limited time, hastily follow the line of buttons up his strong chest, settling once they reach the tautness of his neck. 

“Javi— we have to be quick! Oh—“ You pleaded for more, knowing that the minute you leave this room, it’s back to stolen glances and blasé appearances. 

“You have to be quiet, someone’s going to hear—“

The turning of the doorknob sends a chill down your spine, Javier and you both turning towards the creaking of the door opening. 

Javier trying his best to hide you with his broad body, as light begins to pour into the dark room, your face nestling in close to his shoulder as suspense builds in your chest. 

A shadowed face is staring back into the darkness, the flicking of a switch prompting the overhead light to reveal a surprised familiar face. 

“No shit! I thought he was fuckin’ with me when Johnson said he saw you two walk in here.” Steve’s shocked drawl permeates the small room. 

“It's not what you think it is." Javier said, hoping Steve would be dumb enough to believe him. 

Javier, your parter and boyfriend, and you had spent the last 2 years keeping your relationship under wraps from work, friends— and Steve. 

“No, it’s exactly what I think it is!” Clearly not as dumb as expected. "Look, let's forget any of this ever happened. Ambassador needs the three of us in her office— I’ll give you two a minute to calm down.”

Steve retreats from the closet, closing the door to the outside world. 

“Fuck— I guess we better get back out there.” Javier kissing you softly, his plush lips washing away any hint of anxiety that lingered. “We’ll finish this later, at home.”

The swinging of the door reopening draws both of your attention back to where Steve is leaning into the doorway. 

“Also— I’m gonna need 50 bucks!” Steve warned with a snarky smile. 

“What for?” Javier’s brows furrowed at the demand. 

“I owe Connie for the bet we made. She said you two were fucking— and you’re gonna be the one to pay her.” He winks and clicks his tongue, before shutting the door behind him. 

[wildemaven]

Wildemaven 1000 Follower Celebration

*CLOSED*

1k Celebration Masterlist

1000 lovely people!

When I joined 2 years ago, I was hoping to just slink through this hellsite undetected, never any real intention of doing anything more than reading and staring at pretty pictures of P.

Now I’m in deep with this silly space. I’m so grateful for all the connections and friendships I’ve made. I’ve revived my love for reading through the amazing fics shared here and found the courage to write some of my own.

Thanks for all the laughs and love!! I appreciate you all!

Headcanons: Send me a Pedro Character and a headcanon, and I’ll share my thoughts on them.

Moodboards: Send me a Pedro Character and a theme, I’ll put together a mini moodboard.

Song Recs: Send me a Pedro or an excerpt from a fic of mine, and I’ll a song that reminds me of it. Or send me a song and I’ll let you know which character it fits best / I’ll be making a playlist of all the songs used

Blind Drabbles: Pick 2 numbers, 1-375, and a Pedro character. I’ll use the two blind prompts to write a little drabble with your chosen character. (Big thanks to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for this idea)

Asks Me Anything!! Send random thoughts, asks about anything I’ve written, tell me an anonymous secret, literally anything!!

I’ll be taking these requests until 6/25. I might be slow to responding to them as I still work through writing Chapter Six of Sweet Creature, but I’ll post them as I finish them.

Thank you for all the support and kindness you’ve shown me!

[readingiskeepingmegoing]

La la la la la la I have the happy, warm and fuzzies from reading this 😍💜

My sweet Heidi! Congrats again on your 1K bby!! You deserve it and even more!! I was wondering if I could put in a blind drabble request with my love Frankie and numbers 22 and 301. I’m so proud of everything you’re doing and am so glad to call you one of my best buds. 💜💜💜

Meet Cute in the Garden Section

Wildemaven 1k Celebration / 1k Masterlist Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog; No warnings, just fluff!

Prompts: "This doesn't smell like roses." / "It was nice meeting you."

You don’t mean to stare. Actually you do, because it’s the cutest thing you’ve seen in a while. 

Between reading the tiny plant labels and filling your cart with an array of plants you had been looking forward to purchasing for your growing garden, you can’t help but notice a Dad and his daughter an aisle over doing some planting shopping of their own. 

He seems a little lost, removing his tattered ball cap every once in a while to comb through his chestnut locks, as he examines each plant his daughter holds up to him. His furrowed brow gives you the impression he doesn’t shop for plants often. 

As you continue your browsing, you find yourself in the same section as the cute shopping duo. In closer proximity you decide the Dad is quite cute with how his eyes crinkle when he smiles at something his daughter is saying and you think you see a hint of a dimple through his patchy beard. 

“This one is cute too Papa! Look at it.” The sweet little girl, who looks to be around 5 or 6 years old, says to her Dad holding up the tiny potted plant. “Can we get this one too?”

He takes the plant from her tiny hands, squinting as if he either forgot his glasses at home or thinks he doesn’t need them and continues struggling through reading small print. 

“I don’t know baby, I can’t really tell what the little if this one is saying full sun or partial— maybe no sun?? This one might be a little more difficult to take care of.” He tells her as he goes to place it back in its designated spot. 

“Actually, those are pretty easy to take care of— perfect starting plants too.” You say, giving him a reassuring smile so as to not come off as some creepy stranger in the garden department. “Sorry, didn’t mean to bother you, just thought you should know.”

“Thanks— thank you. As you might have guessed, I know nothing about plants, or gardening for that matter.” He says, laughing at confessing his lack of knowledge about plants to a complete stranger. There’s definitely a dimple, way more prominent when he laughs. 

“That’s okay, we all start somewhere. So far all of your choices are great ones, you shouldn’t have too much trouble getting things going.” You tell him as you glance over their selections. 

“So there’s hope for us then?”

“Definitely!”

“Papa! This doesn't smell like roses!” The sweet little girl, who looks like a copy and paste version of her father, declares while shoving another plant into their nearly filled cart. 

“That’s because it’s a succulent, no real scent to them.” You say, and guessing by her confused expression, she doesn’t know what one is. “It’s like a cactus, but none of those pokey needles on them. They’re fun to take care of because they don’t need a lot of water to grow and love the sun, very low maintenance.”

“That’s just what our garden needs, low maintenance.”

He doesn’t have a ring, but you're aware not everyone wears one these days, so you use your sleuth skills to ask about his marital status so you don’t over step any sort of boundaries. 

“Well, I’m sure your wife will be happy with everything you two have picked out.”

“Oh, we’re not married— I have her on the weekends and she’s been begging to plant a garden since she has one at her mom’s place. And I have no clue what I’m doing so I’m just guessing as we go.” 

Cute, and single. 

“I’m Frankie and this is Isabella.”

You give him your name and you continue to talk him through his gardening hesitations, really soaking up everything little detail you’re sharing with him— wishing he had something to take notes knowing he’ll probably forget most of it by the time they get home. 

“It was nice meeting you. I hope you both have fun and I wish you the best of luck in your gardening ventures.” Realizing you had definitely overstayed your welcome, but wishing you could chat more with Frankie— and not just about plants and their needs. 

You give them both a friendly wave goodbye, turning back to your cart to make your way to pay for your own plants, looking forward to an afternoon of planting and deciding what to make for dinner. 

You’ve finished loading your car with your collection of flowers and a few bags of potting soil, when you hear your name being called, and turn to see Frankie and Isabella walking in your direction. 

“Hey! More gardening questions?” 

“Yeah, I mean— not really. I was wondering, umm if I could maybe get your number. In case I were to have any questions about garden stuff, I could text you or call if you prefer— or I could turn back around and head to my car and we can pretend this lame attempt at me asking to see you again didn’t happen.” He sounds nervous, his one hand firmly tucked into the pocket of his jeans and the other securely around Isabella’s tiny hand, his irresistible smile and charming personality really won you over. 

“I’d love to give you my number— for gardening and stuff.” 

[readingiskeepingmegoing]

Yeah, they are never gonna get that annulment! Jack seems to be enjoying married life 🤣

first of all CONGRATS ON 1K BBY!!! You're amazing and deserve 10k more!!! may I ask for a blind drabble 25 and 40 with ezra please 👀👀

… Never Really Ends in Vegas

Wildemaven 1k Celebration

Pairing: Jack Daniels x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog; Allusions to sex; no actual act, annoyance of a mustached man, talks of divorce, accidental marriage

A/N: Sweet Sil had picked Ezra, but I’ve never seen Prospect and didn’t feel like I could write for him with out knowing his character— so she gave me free reign on the character

Prompts: "I can't smile at you, I'm mad." / "I'm annoyed, to say it mildly."

Part 1

“This was the last time, no more!” Your breath short ragged puffs, your mind slowly regaining a grip on the reality of the situation at hand. 

Wanting to escape this musky sex filled apartment and the mustached man whom you can’t seem to shake, you decide to quit your stalling, throwing the wrinkled top sheet from your dewy, depleted body to make a break for the door. And you almost make it out of the bed, until two large arms are wrapping around your naked torso, pulling you back against a warm broad chest.

“See, you say that every time Darlin’, and each time I have a hard time believing’ ya.” Jack murmurs into the crook of your neck. “When you gonna admit you like this thing we got goin’ on?”

“There’s nothing to admit. It happened a few times and now it’s done— no more.” Your voice is laced with irritation, fighting the urge to stay and succumb to his convincing ways. 

“Do I sense some anger there, Darlin’?” He noses at your cheek, a kiss to your temple, his large hand tipping your face back to him, pressing a lazy kiss to your already kissed-out lips. 

"I'm annoyed, to say it mildly.” You mutter against his plush pout. “I have to go, one of us has to make enough money to pay for this annulment.” 

You extricate yourself from his arms, grabbing the clothes thrown about the room, pulling them on one by one, fixing your appearance in the mirror that hangs above his dresser. 

“Hey, how ‘bout you give me one of those gorgeous smiles of yours before you leave, let Jack know yer not mad at him for forgetting again.” He stares affectionately at your reflection from where he’s still laying in bed, propped up on one elbow and bedsheets draped over his hips. 

“I can't smile at you, I'm mad." Grabbing your purse and keys from the dresser, the sound of your heels clicking against the hardwood floors as you head for the front door. “You better be at the courthouse tomorrow, Jack!”

Leaning over the edge of the bed to watch your retreating form, he shouts before you’re able to slam the door shut, “Same time and place next week, Darlin’?”

[kirsteng42]

adorable, loved it 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

My sweet Heidi! Congrats again on your 1K bby!! You deserve it and even more!! I was wondering if I could put in a blind drabble request with my love Frankie and numbers 22 and 301. I’m so proud of everything you’re doing and am so glad to call you one of my best buds. 💜💜💜

Meet Cute in the Garden Section

Wildemaven 1k Celebration / 1k Masterlist Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog; No warnings, just fluff!

Prompts: "This doesn't smell like roses." / "It was nice meeting you."

You don’t mean to stare. Actually you do, because it’s the cutest thing you’ve seen in a while. 

Between reading the tiny plant labels and filling your cart with an array of plants you had been looking forward to purchasing for your growing garden, you can’t help but notice a Dad and his daughter an aisle over doing some planting shopping of their own. 

He seems a little lost, removing his tattered ball cap every once in a while to comb through his chestnut locks, as he examines each plant his daughter holds up to him. His furrowed brow gives you the impression he doesn’t shop for plants often. 

As you continue your browsing, you find yourself in the same section as the cute shopping duo. In closer proximity you decide the Dad is quite cute with how his eyes crinkle when he smiles at something his daughter is saying and you think you see a hint of a dimple through his patchy beard. 

“This one is cute too Papa! Look at it.” The sweet little girl, who looks to be around 5 or 6 years old, says to her Dad holding up the tiny potted plant. “Can we get this one too?”

He takes the plant from her tiny hands, squinting as if he either forgot his glasses at home or thinks he doesn’t need them and continues struggling through reading small print. 

“I don’t know baby, I can’t really tell what the little symbol is, if this one is saying full sun or partial— maybe no sun?? This one might be a little more difficult to take care of.” He tells her as he goes to place it back in its designated spot. 

“Actually, those are pretty easy to take care of— perfect starter plants too.” You say, giving him a reassuring smile so as to not come off as some creepy stranger in the garden department. “Sorry, didn’t mean to bother you, just thought you should know.”

“Thanks— thank you. As you might have guessed, I know nothing about plants, or gardening for that matter.” He says, laughing at confessing his lack of knowledge about plants to a complete stranger. There’s definitely a dimple, way more prominent when he laughs. 

“That’s okay, we all start somewhere. So far, all of your choices are great ones, you shouldn’t have too much trouble getting things going.” You tell him as you glance over their selections. 

“So there’s hope for us then?”

“Definitely!”

“Papa! This doesn't smell like roses!” The sweet little girl, who looks like a copy and paste version of her father, declares while shoving another plant into their nearly filled cart. 

“That’s because it’s a succulent, no real scent to them.” You say, and guessing by her confused expression, she doesn’t know what one is. “It’s like a cactus, but none of those pokey needles on them. They’re fun to take care of because they don’t need a lot of water to grow and love the sun, very low maintenance.”

“That’s just what our garden needs, low maintenance.”

He doesn’t have a ring, but you're aware not everyone wears one these days, so you use your sleuth skills to ask about his marital status so you don’t over step any sort of boundaries. 

“Well, I’m sure your wife will be happy with everything you two have picked out.”

“Oh, we’re not married— I have her on the weekends and she’s been begging to plant a garden since she has one at her mom’s place. And I have no clue what I’m doing so I’m just guessing as we go.” 

Cute, and single. 

“I’m Frankie and this is Isabella.”

You give him your name and you continue to talk him through his gardening hesitations, really soaking up everything little detail you’re sharing with him— wishing he had something to take notes knowing he’ll probably forget most of it by the time they get home. 

“It was nice meeting you. I hope you both have fun and I wish you the best of luck in your gardening ventures.” Realizing you had definitely overstayed your welcome, but wishing you could chat more with Frankie— and not just about plants and their needs. 

You give them both a friendly wave goodbye, turning back to your cart to make your way to pay for your own plants, looking forward to an afternoon of planting and deciding what to make for dinner. 

You had finished loading your car with your collection of flowers and a few bags of potting soil, when you hear your name being called, and turn to see Frankie and Isabella walking in your direction. 

“Hey! More gardening questions?” 

“Yeah, I mean— not really. I was wondering, umm if I could maybe get your number. In case I were to have any questions about garden stuff, I could text you or call if you prefer— or I could turn back around and head to my car and we can pretend this lame attempt at me asking to see you again didn’t happen.” He sounds nervous, his one hand firmly tucked into the pocket of his jeans and the other securely around Isabella’s tiny hand— his irresistible smile and charming personality has really won you over. 

“I’d love to give you my number— for gardening and stuff.”