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pedrostories · 2 years

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PedroStories Secret Santa event 2022

Dear Fanfic writers and readers,

PedroStories would like to invite you to our very first Secret Santa event! ✨

If you write fanfictions for any Pedro Pascal characters and/or you're a visual art creator (graphics, gifsets, fanart) with a love for our fandom's fanfic writers, this event is for you! You can register here until November 26 (you can expect our message about your giftee a few days later), and the gifters will post their arts on December 23.

We have tagged all the incoming questions and answers about the event with “secret santa questions”, you can search for it on the blog, but if something still isn’t clear, feel free to send us an ask!

For a visual arts specific Secret Santa event (for Mandoverse) you can join @themandaloriandaily‘s Secret Santa event as well.

Please read the rules carefully before submitting your application!

Please make sure that it’s specified in your bio if you’re a minor/adult (at least temporarily)

Please respect the deadlines: application ends on November 26 and you will need to post your gift on December 23

Please consider the following rules about the format of the gifts: gifsets should contain at least 3 gifs and fanfictions should be at least 750 words

We encourage you to anonymously contact your giftee if you feel like your prompt isn't clear enough, or if you have any questions about their preferences

If you're a tumblr user please make sure your anon ask is enabled, and if you're not a tumblr user please provide a contact where your gifter can approach you anonymously (obviously a media account or e-mail address you check regularly)

Please tag your gift as #pedrostoriesgift22 and #pedrostories so we can track and reblog all your arts on the day of the gifting, and don't forget to tag you giftee as well!

If for any reason you need to drop out, please do let us know so we can find a pinch hitter for your giftee

If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to send us an ask!

Join us and spread the word! 🖤

- PedroStories Staff

PS.: Under “Keep reading” You can find an extensive list of writers for the fandom worth following! 😉 If you’re a writer for Pedro characters (or you know about a writer) not on this list, let us know and we’ll update it as soon as possible! ❤

✨ A - C ✨

@221bshrlocked @absurdthirst @aerynwrites @agentwhiskeysdarlin @aliwritesfic @alwaysbethewest @artemiseamoon @asta-lily @astoryisaloveaffair @astroboots @autumnleaves1991-blog @auty-ren @babydarkstar @beskarberry @beskar-cowboy @beskarhearts @bestintheparsec @blueeyesatnight @bluestripedspeedo @boliv-jenta @bonktime @brandyllyn @brewsterispunkk @browneyes-issac @buckyodinson @buttercup--bee @castleamc @chaoticgeminate@charnelhouse @cinewhore @clydesducktape @concussed-to-pieces @corvueros @cptnbvcks @crimsonheart01 @criticallyacclaimedstranger

✨ D - I ✨

@danidrabbles @danniburgh @di-kut @din-jarhead @dirty-holy-things @disgruntledspacedad @djarinsbeskar @djjarins @dornish-queen @eatommo @emmikmil @ezrasbirdie @f0rever15elf @fleetwoodmactshirt @flightlessangelwings @floralpascal @foli-vora @forever-rogue @frankiesbadlanding-citations @frannyzooey @fuckyeahdindjarin @gaiuswrites @grogusmum @guess-my-next-obsession @haylzcyon @heatherbelart @heythere-mel @holographic-carmen @honestly-shite @honeydjarin @iamskyereads @idungoofed @intheorangebedroom @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

✨ J - M ✨

@jangofctts @javier-pena @jazzelsaur @jbbuckybarnes @jedifarmerr @jollyrancher87 @juletheghoul @jura-moon @justanotherblonde23 @just-here-for-the-moment @keeper0fthestars @kilojulietsierra @knivesareout @krissology @lannister-slings-and-arrows @laureliciousdefinition @leslie-lyman @letterfromvienna @littleferal @littlemisspascal @loversandantiheroes @lowlights @lunasblipsandblurbs @joel-millerr @mandoalorian @mandoblowmybackout @mandorush @mandosmistress @massivecolorspygiant @mcfreakin-bxtch @miceenscene @misspearly1 @moonlight-prose @moralesispunk @mostly-megan @mothandpidgeon @mourningbirds1 @multifandomfanfiction @musings-of-a-rose

✨ N - S ✨

@no-droids @noisynaia @omgreally @oogaboogasphincter @oonajaeadira @pascalisthepunkest @pedrito-friskito @pedro-pascal-love @pedropascalsx @pedros-mustache @perropascal @pettyprocrastination @princessxkenobi @prolix-yuy @psychedelic-ink @pumpkin-stars @queenofthefaceless @queridopascal @radiowallet @redcrvette @rina-cyarika-writing @rise-my-angel @saradika @scribbledghost @scorpio-marionette @silksaddle @sirowsky @sirtadcooper @sith-maul @slater-baby @softpedropascal @something-tofightfor @songsformonkeys @spookydin @starlightmornings @storiesofthefandomlovers @supernaturalgirl20 @syndxlla

✨ T - Z ✨

@the-blind-assassin-12 @the-ginger-hedge-witch @the-scandalorian @theewokingdead @themand0lorian @themangolorian @the-scandalorian @thewayofthemandalorian @thirstworldproblemss @thosewickedlovelies @thot-of-khonshu @tiffdawg @toomanystoriessolittletime @tropes-and-tales @valkblue @wardenparker @whataperfectwasteoftime @wheresarizona @whiskeynwriting @whistlingbirdie @wordsnwhiskey @write-and-buried @writefightandflightclub @writeforfandoms @wyn-n-tonic @yespolkadotkitty @youvebeenlivingfictional @zeldasayer

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emmikmil · 2 years

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relax for me sweetheart

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: After a rough day at work, Frankie will do whatever he can to make you feel better.

Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT. Dirty talk, fingering ( f receiving) with a little aftercare

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: For the lovely @halfpricedfics for our discord exchange!

The house is eerily quiet as Frankie closes and locks the front door. He shrugs off his coat and kicks off his boots, calling your name out into the dark house. He pauses for a moment, then speaks louder "baby, you here?" he looks down and sees your shoes in their usual place, but your bag is spilling out into the floor like it was thrown down.

Frankie isn’t used to coming home to this. The house you two share is always full of light, music usually blasting as you throw your arms around him. Sometimes he slips in when you're cooking, wrapping his arms around you and trying to steal a bite. Walking into the house now? Something is off and he knows it.

Frankie is meticulous in his search, peering into every room and listening for any movement. The kitchen, living room, and laundry room are all just as you two left it that morning. He takes quiet steps down the hall, knowing his last destination is the bedroom.

When he pushes open the door the cold air from the fan hits him, and it sends a chill down his body. He immediately spots your form, turned on your side and wrapped in a blanket. Worry fills his gut as he whispers your name and takes long strides to kneel by the bed. He whispers your name again, reaching out to softly caress where he thinks your head is “hey baby, I’m home.You ok?” He helps pull away the blanket when you start to wriggle around. When your head is out of the blankets he's checking you for a fever with a kiss on the forehead. “Did you get sick?” he doesn't feel a fever but his worry is still there.

You’re unusually silent as you peer up at him, tiredness filling your eyes, “Mm not sick, just… had a really bad day.” Frankie sees you wince as your voice cracks, a thin veil of tears covering your eyes. His heart stutters in his chest and he caresses your cheek softly. Your voice is small when you finally compose yourself, “can we just cuddle awhile?” Frankie makes an agreeing noise and kisses your forehead again before he rises to his feet. He rips off both layers of his shirts, stripping off his hat and jeans for good measure.

He circles the bed and climbs in, scooting up to your back and pulling you close. All he feels is the blanket that’s still cocooned around your body, but you shift back settling into him. His warm breath fans over your neck, and he can’t help but leave a few kisses behind your ear before burying his face into your neck.

You two lay like this for a while, Frankie just enjoying bringing you the comfort you obviously need. He knows when you feel better you'll vent and tell him all about the bullshit you went through, but for now you need quiet. You need to decompress. You need to forget your day for a little while. Frankie is gentle as he moves, worming his arm up and under your blanket to wrap his arm around your waist. He smiles as you shiver against him, pushing yourself back against him more. He’s slow to caress your body, nuzzling into your exposed neck and offering lingering kisses and kitten licks along your neck and shoulder.

His ministrations continue, just slow and sweet touches until you murmur his name and start kicking off your blanket. You’re wriggling around to be closer to him, sighing as you settle against him. Frankie places one more kiss on your shoulder and asks quietly, “What do you need sweetheart? What can I do to help you?'' Even as he asks he knows this will go one of two ways. Either you’ll turn in his arms, nuzzle back into him and want to be held. The other? You want the pleasure that he brings to clear and blank out your mind for a few minutes, clear your slate to start anew. He waits patiently for your answer, happy for either outcome that you decide. However, he grins when your hand wraps around his and guides him lower, slipping just his fingertips under the band of your pants. “Don’t worry,“ he whispers into your ear, “gonna take good care of you, make you forget.”

The whimper you let out goes straight to his cock, already starting to harden when he’s barely touched you. However, right now it is not about him. He refocused and slips his hand under the hem of your pants, sliding under your panties to cup your mound. He can feel your body relax and hears the tension escaping your body with the sigh you let out. "There she is, be my good girl and relax" he coos sweetly. He can barely keep from grinding into your ass when he hears your high pitched whimper, your wetness seeps out around his fingers as his palm rubs gently across your clit. Frankie doesn’t want to tease you but he does want to drag this out for a bit. He wants to get your mind good and blank before he gets you to cum.

He slides the pad of his fingers around in your folds before bringing them up to gently circle your clit. Your breathing is getting heavier and your whimper out softly “more, Frankie, please more.” Frankie is never one to deny you, so he picks up the pace, rubbing harsher and faster circles around your swollen clit before plunging two fingers deep inside you. He keeps thrusting and scissoring his fingers at a steady pace. It’s just enough to turn your chanting of his name into broken groans. He holds you closer to him with his free arm, kissing every inch of your neck that he can reach as he continues to push three fingers into you.

Frankie takes a moment to sling your leg back, opening you up further to give him more wiggle room.You whimper when his touch leaves you, but he comes back with a vengeance, fucking his fingers into you harder than before, palm rubbing and digging into your clit. He loves how you’re grinding into him, pushing down to get his fingers deeper and deeper. “That’s it, good girl. Let it go, let go baby.” your hips stutter and you let out a loud cry as you grind down onto him, your limbs shaking.

Frankie slows his movements but keeps his fingers buried deep to help you ride it out. Your body softens, melting back into him. You’re warm and pliant now in his arms and he loves it. You were closed off and stiff, stuck in your mind. Now you’re blissfully happy. You let out a small whimper of his name when he pulls his fingers out, popping them in his mouth with a groan. He presses a lingering kiss to your lips, your tongue lazily pressing into his mouth to taste yourself on his tongue. Before it can get too heated he pulls away, pressing a peck to the tip of your nose just to see you smile a bit. "I'm gonna clean you up, I'll be back"

He slips into the bathroom, pulling out his phone as the water heats up. He texts Benny, requesting an emergency batch of his special,brownies. His phone rings with a responding picture of Benny in an apron shooting a thumbs up and he chuckles, wringing out the day and coming back to you.

You're still boneless, barely moving an inch since he left. Frabkie carefully peels off all your clothes, dabbing away the sweat on your hairline before cleaning between your thighs. The rag is thrown to the corner, and he scoops you up to rest on his chest. He relishes in the heat and weight of your body next to his, relaxing himself as you wind down from your high. He'll do whatever you need tonight, knowing you'll vent to,him when you're ready but for now he's going to hold you and reassure you that you're home.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier fanfiction #frankie catfish morales #emmikmil writes

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misspearly1 · 2 years

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Miss Pearly’s Rec List -

So, I don’t quite know how long I’ve been on Tumblr now, however, when I first joined it was to read fics. Never did I imagine at some point down the line I would write myself, that being said, it is the amazing blogs that I have came across, groups I have joined and friends I’ve made a long the way that have inspired me to write.

The first fic I ever read, was called ‘dirt’ by Astern. It was outside of tumblr. A series made for Joel Miller about the events right after Sarah’s death. An amazing read that pushed me to find more, thus my reason for joining Tumblr :)

New adds: Good Girl (Din D’jarin) - @writerwoed 🥵 🥰

Arthur Morgan Fanfictions

This was the first post I ever interacted with 🥺 - @sad-sweet-cowboah - claimed

@shootybangbang - in which things are asked, and things are promised.

@shittybundaskenyer - we tear each other’s flesh, fall on the bed of leaves

@novaiya - accused of love

@bimrsadler - Bed. Now (prompt)

Joel Miller Fanfics -

@joelmillersgirlfriend - Dirty Texting

@joelsgeetar - Sunsets and Watery eyes

@unprofessional-bard - losing my religion

@emmikmil - a hard adjustment

@mandoalorian - look after you

@andvys - They won’t love love you like I do

@yespolkadotkitty - more time

@aerynwrites - slow dancing

@songsformonkeys - in hot water

@navalcriminalimagines - better than me

@twjournals - the one who got away

@slutsofren - surrender the night

@naughtyneganjdm - parenthood

@when-i-was-your-angel - holding you together

@lunarastrobabe - Sleepless night

@winchestershiresauce - Like a Brat

@writerwoed - Dancing With Joel Miller

@joelsrifle - Love Shack

@joelsbeard - The Morning After (Teaser to Guide me Series)

Pedro Pascal Characters

@mudhorn-djarin19 - a helping hand (Din Djarin)

@mandosmistress - anything red (Max Phillips)

@javierpinme - inn over your head (Zach Wellison)

@cowboy-turtle - Efforts & Excuses (Javier Pena)

@littlemisspascal - the infinity cube(Multiple Pedro Characters)

@absurdthirst - Fiercely gentle (Pero Tovar)

@foli-vora - strike me down (Pero Tovar)

@djarinsbeskar - Stitches Drabble (Din Djarin)

@no-droids - be brave (Din Djarin)

@littlepadika - purpose (Din Djarin)

@queenofthefaceless - Cyare (Din Djarin)

@anaaaispunk - The before of the storm (Dave York)

@rina-cyarika-writing - the encounter (Dave York)

@corrupt-fvcker - bite your tongue (Max Phillips)

@ghostwiththemostbitch - they say I’m a monster(Max Phillips)

@autumnleaves1991-blog - it started at the copy machine (Max Phillips)

@ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa - of constellations and creeds (Din Djarin)

@littlemisspascal - Paper Airplanes (Frankie Morales)

@supernaturalgirl20 - Glutton for Punishment (Javier Pena)

@something-tofightfor - 500 word kissing prompt (Din D’jarin)

@flightlessangelwings - The Favourite (Javier Pena & Comandante Veracruz)

This is nearing 40 blogs I’ve recommended and it seriously does not even scratch the surface for the fics I have read. I will add more to this in the future. Thankyou all, I also thank the many other blogs that I am yet to find again 🥰.

#fic rec #would reccomend #10/10 reccomend #Pearly Rec List #Amazing Blogs here #Read their work #enjoyreaders #joel miller #arthur morgan #dave york #din djarin #max phillips #pero tovar #Javier Pena

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cyantomatos · 2 years

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Even Stars Will Fall - Ch 4

Pairing: Eventual Oberyn Martell x fem!Reader x Ellaria Sand Word Count: ~3.1k Warnings: Not really much this time, vague allusions to Ellaria being pregnant and how many people both her and Oberyn sleep with Notes: Shhh it didn’t take me two months to get this out idk what you’re talking about. The visit mentioned at the end was actually supposed to take place in this chapter, but I got there and realized how long the chapter already was, so I’m moving it to next chapter. Which will hopefully be out quickly, since I’m actually really excited about writing it! Big thanks to @emmikmil and @moon-kn1ght for beta reading

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Several days pass before anything interesting happens.

You dream more, and although you usually can’t remember more than snippets when you wake, the feeling of importance tinged with anxiety is hard to shake after each dream. You try to ignore the way those snippets that you do remember tend to crop up in your life - the cook burning his hand, a prize horse getting loose from the stables, a specific blend of berries being served up in a jeweled bowl for breakfast.

Every time you wake from another dream, you push the anxiety that rises in you down. You don’t know what the dreams mean, and for all you know this could be your mind making things up, trying to make sense of the strange world you’ve found yourself in. You manage to convince yourself they mean nothing. Nothing is better than something, you don’t need more something on top of the already large something of being stuck in a world that isn’t yours.

You’ve taken to spending time in the gardens, fascinated by the plants you find there. There are some familiar plants, fruit trees and bright flowers that you can name from back in your world, but there are also plants you don’t recognize.

One of the gardeners, a kind older man named Solomon, notices your interest. He doesn’t complain when you begin following him through the many palace gardens, patiently answering all of your questions about the plants you don’t recognize, and a few about the plants you do recognize. He seems to like it, actually.

“Solomon?” You’re perched on the edge of a fountain, enjoying the bright sunshine as your new friend tends to a patch of vibrant flowers. He’d told you earlier they were called Crimson Woodbine, and you had listened with fascination as he listed off the uses for the different parts of the plant. Many of the plants in the gardens had medicinal or culinary uses aside from being ornamental, and you wondered if that had anything to do with the whispers you’d hear about Oberyn’s side projects.

The man grunts in response, concentrating on clearing the few weeds from around the base of the beautiful plant.

“Are you sure I’m not bothering you? I know everyone seems to think they have to keep me happy because I’m the prince’s guest, but if I’m a bother-” Solomon cuts you off with a wave of one dirt covered hand, stretching up from his hunched kneeling position.

“You are the furthest thing from a bother, my dear. To be honest, I enjoy your company. It gets lonely with only the plants to talk to, and I enjoy the enthusiasm you show in learning about them. I find it refreshing for someone so young to be so interested in something many see as boring.”

You’re about to respond when you feel a hand on your shoulder, and look up to see Ellaria standing next to you with a smile on her face. “I hope I am not interrupting, but it seems your new outfits from Maricel have arrived. I thought you might like to get out of borrowed clothing.” You’re on your feet before she can finish the sentence, and she covers a laugh with a hand over her mouth.

Before you leave Ellaria turns to Solomon, inclining her head apologetically. “I apologize for stealing your company.” The older man waves her off with a smile, turning back to his plants.

She leads you down the halls that you’re steadily growing more accustomed to. When you first arrived it had felt like a maze of opulence, but little things have started to stand out and aide you in moving through the palace. The decorations tend towards ornate vases and statues the closer you get to the official side of the palace, where Doran hosts visitors and conducts his business. As you get closer to the residential side there is a slow transition towards tapestries and paintings, especially of human subjects near Oberyn’s rooms.

There’s a gold vase with sapphire gems cut like blooms at the corner you turn to take to Ellaria’s rooms, set close to Oberyn’s. The painting of what you would assume to be an English countryside if you didn’t know any better signals the turn towards the kitchen, and a small statue of what you think is a horse sits close to your own rooms. You aren’t sure you will ever be able to move about the halls as confidently as Ellaria, but - as you remind yourself - you aren’t even sure you’ll be here long enough to get that chance.

The thought sobers you as you arrive outside Ellaria’s rooms, but the sight that greets you as she flings the door open is enough to sweep your melancholy mood away. It seems like every surface is covered in a riot of colors and patterns, the combination threatening to overwhelm you.

Ellaria chuckles from off to the side, picking up a pale pink dress that looks similar in style to the one she is wearing. “Is it a bit much, dove? I did say Oberyn wanted you to have a full wardrobe.”

You let out a nervous laugh, turning to her with wide eyes and a disbelieving smile. “I think Oberyn and I might have different opinions on what a ‘full wardrobe’ means.” You drift over, picking up a dress draped over the back of a gilded couch that seems to be made of liquid gold as it slips through your fingers. “There’s enough cloth here to make a circus tent. How much did this cost him?” Your voice takes on a slightly panicked note at the end, suddenly wondering if you’ll be expected to pay all this extravagance back.

Ellaria just shrugs, fingering the delicate lace edge of the dress she holds. “To be honest, I am not sure a number could be put to it. Maricel works for the family, as well as a number of other well-off families in Dorne. I doubt Oberyn even asked her for a price, and even she might not know.” She sinks onto the one spot on the couch not covered by silky fabrics. “Maricel makes, and Oberyn pays. Well,” She smirks, leaning back. “Doran pays, really.”

You stare at her, letting the golden fabric slip through your fingers. “Ellaria, I-” Glancing around the room you find yourself at a loss for words, unable to process.

Ellaria reaches out a hand, catching your fingers between hers with a soft smile. “Do not worry, my dear. You will not be expected to repay Oberyn or Doran for these clothes. They are a gift for a guest of the Prince of Dorne.”

It takes some prodding but Ellaria finally convinces you to try the dresses on. Despite their beauty, they end up being surprisingly simple to get on and off. The fabrics are all soft and light, perfect for the Dornish heat. They fit you better than anything you owned back home, and as you smooth your hand over the pale blue silk of one dress as it drapes over your hips, you find this another mark in favor of not leaving.

Not that you’re sure the choice will even be yours. If you don’t know how you got here, who’s to say you won’t leave just as suddenly as you arrived?

There’s a knock on the door just as Ellaria is doing up the back of a burnt yellow dress, the edges of the flowing sleeves trimmed in tiny suns. As she works at the laces, she calls for the person to enter.

You hear the door open, too preoccupied with examining the beautiful embroidery on the hem of the sleeve to look up right away, but you recognize Oberyn’s voice. “I heard the new dresses have arrived, I trust Marciel has crafted-”

After a moment of silence, and Ellaria stilling behind you, you look up to the mirror she has you positioned in front of. She’s looking over your shoulder off to the side towards the door, a smirk you’ve come to associate with her winning an argument on her face. Slowly you turn towards the door, unsure if you want to see why she’s aiming that smirk at Oberyn.

You’ve yet to quite place why the prince seems to have a never ending parade of people in and out of his bed. He’s attractive, you can’t deny that, and while it doesn’t lure you, the promise of claiming a night in the bed of a prince is an undeniable draw for some.

But still. So many people?

As you finally feel the weight of his gaze settle on you, however, you also feel yourself beginning to understand.

There’s a paper clutched in one of his hands, although he seems to have forgotten all about it. He almost looks surprised, like you’ve caught him off guard, although you know he had to assume you would be trying the dresses on if he came to see them. As your eyes meet his the weight of his gaze shifts. You watch as he scans down your body, snagging for a moment you think on the suns embroidered on your sleeves.

When his gaze finally meets yours again, you feel pinned in place, reminded vaguely of the frog you dissected in 8th grade science - exposed and incredibly seen by a man standing completely across the room from you.

You want to say something, to make a joke about his seeming inability to speak, but you find yourself just as unable to form words. The only thing you can seem to focus on is the solid warmth of Ellaria behind you, and Oberyn’s almost possessive gaze pinning you in place.

“Love, you’re staring.” Ellaria’s voice seems to break both of you out of the spell holding you in place. You just barely catch a somewhat flustered smirk coming across Oberyn’s face before you’re looking away, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck.

“How could I not stare at such a beautiful sight? Maricel has truly outdone herself again, our dove looks even more radiant than before.” Long strides eat up the space between the two of you, and you find yourself looking up to meet his gaze once more. There isn’t the same weight as before, you don’t feel pinned and helpless to look away, but there is still a pull that wasn’t there before.

Before you can be sucked back in, Oberyn lifts the hem of your sleeve, gaze dropping to the embroidery. He rubs a thumb almost thoughtfully over the gold thread, glancing up at you from beneath unfairly long lashes with a small smile. “It is a good color for you.”

There, sandwiched between the two of them so close you feel surrounded by them, you feel that belonging from the dinner days ago begin to seep in again. It feels right, having them both near you, their attention on you, and you find yourself wanting it to never end.

Oberyn straightens, soft cloth slipping from between his fingers, and although he really only moves a few inches away you feel yourself lean forward to close the distance again. Ellaria’s fingers still twisted in the laces at your back keep you in place, ensuring you don’t embarrass yourself by chasing after the prince.

He holds up the paper in his hand, the smirk on his face making you almost certain he knows how being in your space is affecting you. “I will be gone for a few days, boring matters of state to attend to. I trust you will be absolutely crushed by my absence, but alas, duty calls.”

Despite the fact that you know he’s right, you will miss him while he’s away, something about the smug tone his voice takes on has you leaning back into Ellaria and away from him, letting a smug smile bleed onto your own face. “I suppose we will just have to find a way to entertain ourselves without you.” Ramping up the dramatics you tilt your head back onto Ellaria’s shoulder, eyes closed as you drape a hand over your forehead. “It will be such agony being deprived of your presence, my prince.”

You feel Ellaria shaking against your back, and crack one eye open to see her covering her mouth with a hand, attempting to stifle her laughter at your dramatics. One look at Oberyn shows similar amusement playing out across his face, and the combination cracks your resolve to hold up the act. You collapse into a fit of giggles against the other woman, the room quickly filling with laughter from both of you.

Oberyn holds up his hands, shaking his head with a grin. “Alright, I get the picture.”

With one last lingering look at the suns embroidered on your sleeve he lifts your hand, pressing a lingering kiss to the back that has your breath catching in your lungs, your laughter dying on your lips. His eyes never leave yours, an emotion you can’t quite place shining in them.

“Until I return, beautiful mystery.”

This time when you shoot up in bed, sweaty and panting with a feeling of doom draped about your shoulders like an insistent cat, you can’t shake the feeling off by the time the sun rises. These dreams are something, you can’t pretend otherwise anymore.

You seek Ellaria out, finding her on the balcony of her rooms. You had originally found it odd that Ellaria and Oberyn didn’t share rooms, what with their obvious closeness despite not being married. She had explained that while usually they did share a bed and their conquests, there were times where one or the other or whoever they brought to bed didn’t feel like sharing or being shared, which made separate rooms convenient.

She also smiled and told you that there were times, much as she loved him, that she just needed space from Oberyn.

Despite the separate spaces, you find both of them on the balcony of Ellaria’s rooms, Oberyn freshly back from his trip the night before, a spread of breakfast food on a tray resting on the built-in bench between them. Ellaria sees you first, and a warm tingle spreads through you at the smile that lights up her face as soon as she spots you.

“Darling! If I had known you were going to join us this morning I would have had more food brought up.” You quickly shake your head, cutting her off before she can call for someone to bring more food.

Instead you settle on the other side of the bench that stretches around the edge of the small balcony, nervously tucking your legs beneath you. “Thank you, but I um…I actually wanted to ask you about something.”

Even staring nervously at the floor, you don’t miss the way they both straighten, twisting to look more fully at you. Oberyn sets the glass of wine in his hand down, and you have to resist the urge to squirm under the full weight of both their attentions.

“It’s…god I’m going to sound insane, but magic is a thing here, right?” You look up and the two of them glance at each other.

“Somewhat, yes. Why do you ask?” Oberyn is the one that answers you, a wrinkle forming between his brows.

You twist your fingers together in your lap, partially out of nerves and at least somewhat to resist the urge to reach out and smooth the wrinkle down. “Well, I uh…I’ve been having these dreams? And at first I didn’t think anything about them, I just thought they were nightmares, but then I remembered I had them as a kid too, and they always ended up coming true. Which didn’t really mean anything, I thought maybe I was just making connections where there weren’t any, but I had a dream the other night and the only thing I could remember from it was one of the cooks burning himself on a pan, and when I went down to get a snack the next day he burned himself while I was down there in the same spot, which I know sounds insane but I swear it’s true and-”

You don’t realize you’re rambling until Ellaria leans forward, covering your increasingly twisted fingers with her own. The feeling stops you short and you draw in a deep breath, suddenly aware of how low on oxygen you had been running. You lower your eyes from the pretty blue sky where they’d drifted, unable to look at either of them as you rambled.

They’re both frowning, and panic fills you. They don’t believed you, they think you’re insane, what kind of crazy person thinks they have dreams that come true how stupid is that-

“That sounds similar to Amphise.” Ellaria’s voice breaks your spiraling train of thoughts and brings you back to the present to see her looking at Oberyn. You realize now they both look thoughtful, not judgmental, and you sag with relief.

Then Ellaria’s words register, and it’s your turn to frown.

“Amphise? Who’s Amphise?”

Oberyn leans back, resting against the railing of the balcony with arms crossed. “Amphise is what I suppose your world would call a witch. They are called seers here in Dorne, but have different names in different parts of the world. Seers have prophetic dreams similar to yours, among other abilities.”

“She is the one that confirmed Oberyn and I were soulmates. It is one of their abilities.” Ellaria turns to you, and you shove down the sting at the reminder of their bond. “Normally signs manifest in early childhood that someone is a seer, and they would be trained on how to harness their powers. But since you were not born in our world…”

“It was never seen, so I was never trained.” You finish her thought for her, and she gives you a small smile of confirmation. “So I’m not going crazy? I’m actually having dreams of the future?”

Oberyn laughs, shaking his head. “No, dove, you are not going crazy.” He leans forward, snagging a grape. “We should take you to see Amphise. She lives here in Sunspear, Doran likes to keep her close since her abilities are so useful.”

You sit up, nodding excitedly. “Can we?” You can finally get answers about these dreams, and the thought occurs to you - what if Amphise might know how you came to be in Dorne?

It’s Ellaria’s turn to smile. “We can leave now, if you’d like.”

Another thought occurs to you as you look at both of them, one that when you first arrived would have filled you with more excitement but now fills you with a confusing mix of emotions you can’t quite parse out.

What if she knows how to send you back?

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#ESWF #Oberyn Martell x reader #Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand #ellaria sand x reader #oberyn martell x you #Even Stars Will Fall

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littlemisspascal · 2 years

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New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

@the-witty-pen-name @pastafossa

💜 Frankie Fics are now in 2 Documents 💜

New Works Added ✨

@castleamc Pero To New Beginnings / Din What’s Mine is Yours 

@toomanystoriessolittletime Frankie New Years Kiss + (Alone) with you

@dinsangelx Frankie The New Year’s Parties

@littlepadika Frankie Infinity + 1

@princessbatears Frankie Overalls

@bison-writes Frankie Fleur de Lis and Camomile

@lowlights Marcus P Anthology

@anaaaispunk Marcus P I Got You

@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Marcus P A New Years to Remember / Frankie New Year’s Resolution / Multiple Pedro Boys Banging Time Machine

@musings-of-a-rose Zach Pinned Down / Pero Light Through the Dark

@supernaturalgirl20 Javier Buried Alive!

@the-blind-assassin-12 Javier Nochebuena

@mindidjarin Joel Damage Control

@honestly-shite Ezra How Do You Think This Will All End?

@emmikmil Ezra Gold

@radiowallet Marcus M New Year’s Kiss

@littlemisspascal Javi G The Fox, The Mage, and the Cupboard

@pintsizemama Oberyn Night Out

Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊

As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let me know and I’ll remove them asap 😊

#my library #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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moon-kn1ght · 2 years

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i!!! yeehaw !! i've been writing fic for a little under a year and i'm astounded with how quickly my little blog has grown especially over the past 10 days thanks to my main man: matt murdock :)

to celebrate i'm going to be doing some prompt fill/drabble requests over the next week or so. they're all going to be somewhere around fluff/romance/almost smut (everything but). guidelines for requests are as follows.

characters: (can be xreader or a ship) marvel -- Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Foggy Nelson, tasm!Peter Parker, Loki, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Kate Bishop all oscar isaac characters ted lasso characters

prompts: dialogue list 1 -- sacred romantic prompts dialogue list 2 -- otp prompts physical 1 -- touch physical 2 -- kisses scenarios -- things fictional couples do for the prompts, please limit each request to 1 dialogue & 1 physical prompt (you don't have to do one from each category, but you're welcome to).

send in your prompts by monday morning ish (US time) and they will more likely be written at some point in the week. as always, requests are not guaranteed if it doesn't spark a thing in my brain -- i'll try my best, i promise.

below the cut i'm tagging some mutuals/followers who i think might be interested. :)

@cyantomatos @omgbrcat @marvelousmermaid @mariesackler @emmikmil @acedameron @yourbucky084 @wyn-n-tonic @pilothusband @knivesareout @spanishmossmagnolia @louderrthanthunderr @hyperfixatingmenever @lavenderluna10 @loreenswriting

#di writes follower celebration #matt murdock x reader #tasm!peter x reader #duke leto atreides x reader #bucky barnes x reader #drabble requests #marvel reader insert #(i know things aren't going into the tags today but i'm still tagging this to death just in case)#(i'd appreciate a signal boost if anyone feels like it)#steve rogers x reader #hawkeye fanfiction #daredevil fic #marvel spoilers

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dirty-holy-things · 3 years

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Hello, hello! My name is Ashten, also known as dirty-holy-things on Tumblr and Ao3! I write for a seemingly ever-expanding list of characters, and love getting to share that with others.

This masterlist will be kept up to date with new projects, WIPs, and the occasional prompt or one-off that I share. My inbox and messages are always open for thoughts, ideas, prompts, questions, pretty much anything and everything. This posting is up to date as of January 20th, 2022.

As of October 2021, I will be on an unofficial / loose hiatus. Between a new job in healthcare, my final semester of grad school, and life in general - I have had little time to dedicate to writing. There are some WIPs that will be updated occasionally, as I have time, but in the meantime, I appreciate your empathy and understanding.

Please note: almost all of my projects are exclusively 18+. All projects will have an appropriate maturity rating noted. If you are under 18, do not interact with these specified works.

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The Space Between (your heart & mine)

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Pairing: Din Djarin x AFAB Reader, no Y/N.

Rating: 18+, mature, explicit.

Chapters: 23 / 25

Words: 116.0 k

Warnings: References to past abuse. Canon-typical violence. Mature language. SMUT. Additional warnings in chapters. Minors DNI.

Author’s Notes: My longest project to date, and we’ve still got a ways to go. This story comes with its fair share of angst, but some sweetness to balance it out. Slow burn, Force-sensitive Reader, found family, soft Din, eventual happy ending.

Summary: When a mysterious Mandalorian unexpectedly shows up in your shop, you can’t help but wonder about the curious stranger and the child that travels with him. And when he reappears in your life, in your most desperate time of need, he offers you everything you needed — and maybe more than he even realized he was offering. Safety, adventure, a family of your own, and a love that echoes through the wildest parts of the galaxy.

Projected Publication / Update: Early February. Join my TAGLIST to be included in future updates!

Sequel to The Space Between (your heart & mine)

Pairing: Din Djarin x AFAB Reader, no Y/N

Rating: 18+, mature, explicit.

Author’s Notes: This story is untitled at the moment and is not yet in progress, as I am wrapping up the current fic.

Projected Publication: TBD

Cowboy Like Me

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Pairing: Agent Whiskey x AFAB Reader, no Y/N.

Rating: 18+, mature, explicit.

Chapters: 2 / ?

Words: 18.3 k

Warnings: Very smut-heavy. References to alcohol and smoking. Minimal violence. Additional warnings with individual chapters. Minors DNI.

Author’s Notes: Sugar daddy Whiskey, but are those some feelings that I see as well? This was intended as a oneshot, but after I finished the first part, I realized there was still more story left to tell. The next installment has been mapped out and is in progress, with additional ones in mind.

Summary: Whiskey comes across a songbird trapped in a cage of seedy dive bars, stale cigarettes, and cheap liquor; and when he offers you the chance to leave it behind, with grandiose promises of the future, you find yourself accepting his offer. And as Whiskey is a man of his word, he whisks you away to the most fantastic of destinations, showering you with more attention and affection than you could hope for.

Projected Publication / Update: TBD. Join my TAGLIST to be included in future updates!

Agent Whiskey NSFW Alphabet

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Pairing: Agent Whiskey x AFAB Reader, no Y/N.

Rating: 18+, mature, explicit. Minors DNI.

Words: 4.6 k

Warnings: It’s a NSFW alphabet, y’all. It’s filthy. Semi-public sex, bondage, brat-taming, use of toys + whips, rough sex, masturbation, teasing, to name a few. Minors DNI.

Author's Notes: This was a collaboration project with @emmikmil as we share very few brain cells and most of them are focused on this man. This project is complete with no upcoming updates.

Forget Me Too

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Pairing: Javier Peña x AFAB Reader, no Y/N.

Rating: 18+, mature, explicit.

Chapters: 4 / 15

Words: 25.1 k

Warnings: Smut-heavy, canon-typical violence, swearing, references to alcohol and other substances. Definitely not a good representation of a healthy relationship or coping skills. Additional warnings with individual chapters. Minors DNI.

Author’s Notes: This story will be taking place roughly around S2 of Narcos, and I will be bending some canon to fit this story. Lots of resentful and suppressed pining between two extraordinarily stubborn assholes, however hate sex is undeniably hot and this is no exception.

Summary: Javier Peña was a pain in your ass, a thorn in your side, an absolute nightmare to try and work with. As a woman working in the field of forensic psychology, you were used to facing your fair share of bullshit, but Agent Peña seemed dead-set on making your time in Colombia as challenging as possible. And yet, despite your best reasoning, you couldn't deny that there was something enticing, thrilling, exciting about him that inevitably drew you to him, like a moth to a flame. Except, you knew that this attraction would only end in one way -with fire, and passion, and mutual devastation. But god, it'd be brilliant to burn after a lifetime spent in the shadows of candlelight.

Projected Publication / Update: Late February. Join my TAGLIST to be included in future updates!

Invisible String

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Pairing: Bucky x AFAB Reader, no Y/N.

Rating: 18+, mature, explicit.

Chapters: 4 / ?

Words: 30.6k

Warnings: Very few, as this entire series is basically self-indulgent, sickeningly sweet fluff and daydream scenarios. See chapters for specific content warnings. Minors DNI.

Author's Notes: This started out as a purely self indulgent, tooth rottingly sweet oneshot that I couldn't get out of my head after the finale of TFATWS. And as I imagined a life for Bucky and Reader, I felt the need to fill in the other happy moments in their life as well. Fic updates will not be chronological, and will bounce back and forth between life events. Updates will be kept in chronological order on this masterlist and Ao3.

Summary: You were fairly certain that landing a date through court-ordered therapy was some sort of HIPAA violation, if not an ethical one, but you couldn't help but be intrigued by the mysterious storm cloud of a man who you shared the waiting room with every Thursday. And you certainly couldn't have imagined that spending your afternoons in a therapist's office would lead you and this stranger into the kind of saccharine happy ending that people write romance novels and Hallmark movie scripts about -- the kind of happy ending that neither of you had believed you could ever deserve.

Projected Publication / Update: TBD. Join my TAGLIST to be included in future updates!

a love that is whole

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x AFAB Reader, no Y/N.

Rating: 18+, mature, explicit.

Chapters: 1 / 1 ( oneshot )

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: Swearing. References to alcohol consumption. Allusions towards sex. Heavily focused on parent-child relationships and dynamics. Minors DNI.

Author's Notes: This is incredibly sweet and fluffy, and is basically how I would imagine my parents reacting to me bringing Bucky to visit for a long weekend. It’s tooth-rotting fluff and I love it.

Summary: You had known the truth and the history of Bucky Barnes since your first date, and you had loved him just the same. You had loved him unequivocally, unconditionally, for years, and as the world began to be safe once more, you eagerly awaited the time in which Bucky would be able to officially meet your parents.

Projected Publication / Update: Several readers have asked for a second part to this story, and I have some ideas cooking up! Date is TBD, but feel free to send along any thoughts or words of encouragement. Join my TAGLIST to be included in future updates!

easy like Sunday morning Read on Ao3.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x AFAB Reader, no Y/N.

Rating: Mature, for sexual themes. Minors DNI.

Chapters: 1 / 1 ( oneshot )

Words: 1.7k Warnings: Swearing, smut. Honestly this is pure smut. Cockwarming + praise kink. Author's Notes: This might've turned out a little softer than intended but I couldn't help it, bc the idea of lazy sweet morning sex with Bucky is *chefs kiss* Summary: It's a gorgeous, chilly autumn morning when you wake up tangled in the sheets and arms of your beloved Bucky; and neither of you can seem to bear to be parted for any waking moment.

to build a home Read on Ao3.

Pairing: Bucky x AFAB Reader, no Y/N.

Rating: Mature, minors DNI.

Chapters: 1 / 1 ( oneshot )

Words: 4.9k Warnings: Swearing, mention of alcohol, SMUT, smut smut smut, oral sex (M&F receiving), hand job, slight overstimulation, PIV, some body worship, unprotected sex / creampie, angst, talking about feelings, ambiguous ending.

Author's Notes: This is set during the Endgame timeline, but I took artistic liberties with canon - you and Bucky both survived the initial Snap. Inspired by the song 'To Build A Home,' by The Cinematic Orchestra.

Summary: There was a strange, somber feeling seated deep within your chest, as you took in the sight before you — quite likely, for the last time. The world was ending, the world had already ended, and here you were on the precipice of the conclusion, sharing one last night with your friends, your family, what remained of your world. One more night together, before you embarked on the final mission. One final opportunity to tell your best friend, Bucky Barnes, that you were madly, hopelessly in love with him.

Last Single Saturday Night

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader, no Y/N.

Rating: Mature, for alcohol references and swearing.

Chapters: 2/5?

Words: 4.6 k

Warnings: Some swearing, references to hospitals/illness (reader is a surgeon), alcohol consumption.

Author's Notes: I’ve had this idea/daydream stuck in my head for about two months, and am finally getting around to writing it out! This will be a relatively short ficlet, I’m anticipating approximately 5 chapters, but that's subject to change. Mostly fluff, some future smut, no angst.

Summary: Working as a pediatric surgeon in Boston, you’re certainly no stranger to the MCU - every kid on your unit had at least one Avenger pasted to their wall, with Captain America being a prominent figure. And yet, you certainly never expected to stumble into the real life Captain America on a casual Saturday night, who would turn out to be just as charming and enigmatic as the character he portrayed.

Inspiration from the song, Last Single Saturday Night, by Cole Swindell.

Projected Publication / Update: Late January - mid February. Join my TAGLIST to be included in future updates!

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales Prompt - “I feel like I’m in the clouds when I’m with you.”

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Pairing: Frankie x AFAB Reader

Rating: Mature, for language and alcohol consumption.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: References to drinking and alcohol consumption.

Author’s Notes: This is almost entirely pure fluff and softness and sweetness.

Summary: Whenever you’ve had a particularly tough work day, soft Frankie eases all of that stress and tension with thoughtful, sweet words — and a glass of wine with your dinner.

Ransom Drysdale - let ruin be light

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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader, no Y/N.

Rating: Mature, exclusively 18+, minors DNI

Chapters: 1 / 1 ( oneshot )

Words: 4.7k

Warnings: Smut, like holy shit this is probably the most explicit and filthy smut I've ever written, swearing, jealousy, possessiveness, references to alcohol, slightly toxic dynamics, hate-fucking but with underlying feelings, oral sex, aggressive sex, degradation, pussy spanking, choking, orgasm denial, slight overstimulation, unprotected sex / creampie.

Author's Notes: This is purely self-indulgent smut, because I love the idea of possessive!Ransom and jealous!Ransom who also has feelings but shockingly isn't the best at expressing them.

Summary: You and Ransom had grown up in the same social circles, running in the same vicious, malicious, and antagonistic high-society groups; continually dancing around a mutual attraction for one another, you had fallen victim you your desires once before, but never again - at least, that was what you tried to tell yourself. but on the eve of your party, celebrating your success as the new up-and-coming author with Blood Like Wine Publishing, you found yourself irritatingly drawn to the belligerent blonde once again.

#masterlist #Pedro pascal #Sebastian stan #din djarin #bucky barnes #Frankie morales #javier pena #fanfic rec

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emmikmil · 2 years

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kiss it all better

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Warnings: brief food mention, Injuries mentioned along with blood and needles. (however nothing is graphically detailed.) Things get a small touch steamy in the kissing department, a mention of pregnancy.

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: A normal patrol goes very wrong in the desad of winter, lbut luckily for you Joel is there to patch all your wounds.

A/N: Dedicated to @knivesareout for our discord exchange! Love you sm babes and I hope you enjoy!!!

All you’ve done for what seems like hours now is run. Your lungs burn as you heave, drawing in ragged breaths of the cold air. You hear a couple rogue gunshots in the far distance but you don’t let your mind dwell on it. You’re in survival mode now, running on nothing but adrenaline and fear as you keep pushing forward.

You carefully walk through the treeline, looking for any sign of the horde that blindsided you and Joel. You take a breather and lean against a tree, finally assessing the damage to your knee. It took a while for you to notice how torn up your knee got in your hurry to get away. The barbed wire fence tore your jeans and skin to shreds, blood matted to the material and dried down your leg. You breathe through the pain and set your sights on climbing up the hill, knowing it's the last obstacle before you reach the safe house. As the snow picks up, swirling hard around you, you trudge up the hill and hope Joel is there waiting for you.

The morning had started off normally. You were able to laze around and sleep in for awhile, and read your book by the fire. You were scheduled to patrol with Joel for the afternoon shift and that sent butterflies in your stomach. Joel usually patrolled with his brother, so that would be a rare treat. Even if you two didn't patrol together much you got along well. Joel was quiet like you, just wanted a slow life for himself and Ellie.

The conversations between you two were slow to start, but once you two got on the topic of music your bond grew. You both opened up more and more over the months, usually meeting at night at the bar to talk,or play a card game.

You got your dear horse Murphy from the stables and walked out to Joel. You strolled up beside him, heart beating fast as his eyes met yours.

“Afternoon darlin’, we best make this quick. Looks like a storm's brewing,” you looked up at the dark wintery sky and agreed, by nightfall there would be at least a few inches of snow on the ground. You turned back to him to see him holding something in his hand. “You ate lunch yet? Got you a sandwich.” his hazel eyes warmed your body faster than the fire you made earlier.

You took the sandwich and gave your thanks, even though you forced the dry bread down.

Was he flirting again? Did he do this with Tommy too? How many times do you read small gestures as flirting?

You spent too much time fantasizing about Joel, analyzed far too many compliments and prolonged stares.

That doubt swirled in your mind as Tommy gave the warnings for the patrol. Apparently there was a horde spotted earlier, but it shouldn't be a problem since they appeared to be moving away from both town and the routes.

Tommy could not have been more wrong about that. You and Joel rode through the route, chatting about what you both did this morning- reading for you and building a guitar for him- but halfway through the route, was when shit went down. A noise at a nearby building drew your attention and as you rounded the corner horror set in. There had to have been about 40 infected, mostly runners and clickers.

Before you could react, a runner came from your left, spooked Murphy and threw you off. As your body hit the pavement, you heard Joel’s frantic shouts, his horse flew around to act as a barrier between you and the horde. You recovered quickly, adrenaline spiked in your system. “Dammit, you gotta run, I’ll draw them away!” to your horror Joel jumped off his horse, sending it in one direction as he ran away from you.

For a split second your eyes met through the mass and your heart felt like it froze inside of you. With his warm hazel eyes laced in fear and determination, he waved his arms and yelled to attract as many infected as he could. You had no doubts that Joel would sacrifice himself to save you, and you never wanted that. The wave of panic of taking too long, not confessing your feelings or affections bubbled up but you had no time for being sentimental. All you could do is hope you'd see him again and keep yourself alive.

The knife from your boot swiftly met the runner coming at you. The tears burned in your throat as you lost sight of him, but you killed the infected closest to you and ran. Ran until your lungs gave out and tears flowed like the blood from your wound.

You barely make it to the top of the hill, every muscle aching as the snow begins to fall harder from the darkening sky. The lookout point is in front of you and you drag your weary body to the door. You spot both of the horses tied up and waiting and it makes your heart flutter. Odds are Joel is already here and waiting but you can't take any chances.

You have your gun at the ready as you limp up the stairs and push open the door to the main room. “Joel? You in here?'' You keep your back to the wall and scan the area. You’re on high alert when you hear footsteps around the corner but you lower the weapon as you hear his voice.

“Thank Christ, you alright?'' somehow even in this weather his hands are warm and they're everywhere; pulling at your jacket, looking at your collarbone and neck searching for any bite marks. However, his movements stop when he catches sight of your knee. “You fall or…” he’s hesitant to even form the words but you're quick to assure him.

“Barbed wire fence, was trying to get away from a clicker. That’s all it is, I promise.” he nods his head, salt and pepper hair falling in his face. He takes a calming breath, eyes still a little wide from panic. His shaking hands cup your face for a moment and then wrap around your body, surrounding you in his warmth. You aren’t a hug kind of person, that touch long since forgotten in the apocalypse but Joel’s is nice. It feels safe which is a rarity in this world. “Let’s get you settled so I can take a look at that knee,” he’s pulling away but his hand hovers near your lower back, guiding you to sit on an armchair by the fireplace.

Joel goes to a cupboard in the makeshift kitchen and pulls out the first aid kit, but he stops before coming back. He leans over the counter and peers out the frosty window.

You take this moment to admire his form. His tall and broad body is hidden underneath the layers for the winter, but you know what he's rocking underneath. The summer was a blessing with his thin and worn shirts. You still dream about that thin material stretching over the bulge of his bicep. Any naughty thoughts forming disappear as he cocks his hip, lost in thought at the snowfall, and you swallow a giggle. How can a man be sexy but also endearingly cute at the same time?

He finally turns and strides over to the fireplace, instructing you to take off your pants as he turns his attention to starting a fire. “Storms lookin' worse. I think it’s best if we stay in, especially with you hurt. Should clear up by morning.'' you give the all clear and he turns back around, sitting on the low ottoman in front of you.

You hiss as he slowly brings your leg to settle in his lap and Joel gently rubs just below your knee with his thumb. He’s doing his best to comfort you, and while it is appreciated, you do in fact only have your underwear on. You feel a little bashful being so exposed, self consciousness warming your cheeks.

Joel however is a gentleman, his eyes never straying from your knee as he assesses and cleans your wound. The room is quiet, only the sounds of the fire crackling beside you and the wind howling outside. The storm has picked up in ferocity and you’re happy you got here when you did.

To distract you while he begins stitching up your jagged wounds you ask him some questions. Mostly just how he found the horses - they were waiting patiently on the trail together nearby- and if there was any food in the cabinets - a couple cans of old soup - but Joel is good about filling in the silence.

After he puts down the needle he begins to look over your wound again,but he stops just above where he was working. “That’s a nasty looking scar, when did you get that?” you peer down as he wraps a bandage around your new injury, spotting the jagged scar he's referring to. You tell him the tale of riding your bike and crashing directly into a brick wall as a kid. Joel shakes his head and laughs along with you at the memory, asking “why the hell didn’t you use your brakes?”

You grin sheepishly and shrug your shoulders, “New bike and the brakes were different than my old one, I had no clue until it was too late.” your head is propped up on your hand, so lost in thought you don’t see the affection shining in Joel’s eyes “I remember after i got home from the hospital, all stitched up and bandaged like this. My mom fretted over me, she sent me to go rest and kissed the bandage, told me it was all better...'' you shake your head from the memories, coming back to reality to see Joel’s sad smile. His eyes are downcast, looking at your wrapped knee.

To both of your surprises, Joel runs a finger lightly over the bandage and bends to place a feather light kiss on the knee, thumb rubbing your skin again in comfort. “There ya are darlin’, you’re all healed now.” You gulp and let out a shaky laugh. You pull your leg off him, muscles achy from staying still too long, and he gathers up the supplies to put them away.

You’re not sure what comes over you, maybe it’s the darkening sky leaving the room dark or seeing the firelight glow on his skin. “Hey Joel,” you pause enough for him to look up, eyes meeting yours “did I mention i fell and hurt my lip too?” he seems taken aback for a moment, eyes widening slightly. You're quickly hit with the realization of what you just said. “Fuck, I'm sorry Joel, I didn’t-” his warm hand on your cheek shuts you up, especially when his thumb runs over your lower lip.

He leans in, warm breath fanning over you making you shiver. “Let me patch that up for ya sweetheart.” His lips at first are cautious but he gains his confidence when you melt against him. His lips are warm and geedy, not leaving yours even as the kiss goes deeper. With careful precision he lifts you easily from the chair, dragging you to sit on his lap on the ottoman. Even as you squeal and laugh as he maneuvers you to straddle him, his lips are intense: tongue licking at your lips and dipping into your mouth when you start to kiss him back again with the same ferocity.

The combined heat from the fire beside you and Joel beneath you is almost too much. You part away from his lips, putting your hand on his chest briefly to stop him from chasing your lips. His pupils are blown wide when you meet his eyes, and you know your eyes are the very same. “You alright?” his question is simple but his voice has deepened, gotten more raspy from his arousal. You nod, breathing heavily and tell him you just need a moment to breathe. He nods, muttering an apology as his forehead meets your shoulder, breathing evenly to calm himself down.

One hand rubs along his back as the other plays with the long hair at the nape of his neck. You again hear him mutter a sorry and you shush him, “don’t be sorry, you didn’t push me Joel. It's just been years since my last makeout session. Has it been awhile for you too?" his breath fans out warm on your neck as he chuckles, placing a quick kiss to your neck, leaning back to stare at you.

He grins, licking his lips before he replies, “well, last person I made out with got pregnant so…” he barks out a laugh at your wide eyed expression, and you join him. You calm down a bit and bring your forehead to his.

“Jesus Joel, you were a damn teenager then!” his hands travel from your back, down over to rub at your thighs, fingers calloused and sending delicious thrills to boil in your belly.

“I suppose it has been a while. Care to help me make up for lost time?” his lips are just a fraction away from yours, close enough to feel his lips twist up in a smirk. You run your nails from one hand through his bearded cheek, earning you a grunt.

“Absolutely, Miller. Let’s get started.”

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wiaww Day 13

Pairing: Steve Murphy x GN!Reader

Prompts: Winter Forest / Gingerbread / Hockey

Warnings: Food & language

Word Count: 514

A/N: I couldn't help myself with the Javi part. I laughed too hard writing this lmao credit of the challenge goes to @cyantomatos

This wasn't exactly how you wanted things to go as Steve walked through the door. The kitchen sink is piled high with dishes, flour is spread on nearly every inch of counter space, and smoke wafts from the oven. He runs in looking alarmed to see you fanning the smoldering oven with a cloth. "Sorry, my last batch of cookies burned to a crisp." You glance over at the blackened cookies in question.

Steve lets out a low whistle. "You fall asleep while these were baking?" He pokes at one with the spatula. He glances over at the other cookies sitting on the cooling rack. "Least these turned out pretty good." You almost body slam him, backing him away from the kitchen before he can snatch a cookie.

"Out! We have to decorate them first!" You can see the argument brewing in his eyes already. "I know it may be childish for two grown adults to decorate gingerbread men, but we won't be home for the holidays. I always do this with my nieces and nephews and I miss it this year." Steve's eyes are soft as he looks at you, the bickering leaving him as he bends down to grasp your face and offer a kiss.

"I know honey. I know this is hard. But I wasn't arguing about the decorating, I just wanted a taste test." His boyish grin spreads into a full laugh when you ruffle his hair and flip him off.

"Dammit Steve I burned one batch, we don't have many good ones left!"

An hour later both of your bellies are full with dinner and icing is spread across the table as you two work. You adorn Steve in cookie form with some hard candies. You even manage a crooked tie with red icing. Steve laughs as he makes Javi, trying and failing to pipe a cigarette onto his mouth.

You look in bewilderment as Steve grabs another cookie and meticulous ices a...bra? "Steve what the fuck are you doing?" He looks up with a mischievous smirk across his rosy lips.

"Just making Javi a cookie prostitute."

And that's when you absolutely lose it. You clutch your stomach from laughing so hard and you see Steve bent over with his shoulders shaking. It takes long minutes for you two to calm down. You're wiping your eyes and smiling widely at Steve. "God you're a menace. Thank you for humoring me with this.""

You can't tell what emotions flash through Steve's face as your words hit him. Guilt? Embarrassment? Either way it almost looks sad as he reaches for your hand. "I'm not humoring you by decorating gingerbread cookies, this is a piece of home for me too. I enjoy this. Spending time with you, laughing with you. You're all the best parts of me baby."

He kisses your knuckles and you stand, sliding into his lap to wrap him in a tight hug. The holidays may be different this year, but you've got Steve and really that's all you could ever ask for.

**I have not set up any sort of taglist just yet but if you would like to be tagged in this month’s challenge/ other writings please shoot me a message!

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wiaww Day 10

Pairing: Joel Miller x GN1Reader

Prompts: Hot Cocoa / Crafts / Laughter

Warnings: maybe some flirting? That's about it

Word Count: 726

A/N: craft time with Joel be still my heart. All props to @cyantomatos for the challenge!

You narrow your eyes in contraction as you stare at the chunk of mangled wood in your hand. You use your knife to pick at the base, rounding it out like you've seen Joel do countless times. You feel his eyes on you now and you glance back at him. He’s leaning on the back of your chair, tall enough to be able to see over your hunched frame at his desk. He nods at you when your eyes meet. “Go on now, you're doin' it right honey.” You turn back to your work, cheeks warm at his praise.

You have loved seeing this side of Joel over the past year. Settling in Jackson has brought out an unknown (to you) hobbies. He spends his spare time whittling away, making guitars, furniture and figurines from wood. He likes the little knick knacks, trading them around town and building any furniture that’s needed. Joel hasn’t lost his skill over the years, even if he did comment he was rusty at the beginning. You have your own hobbies, but seeing him carve little horses and animals fascinated you and he was all too eager to guide you.

As you finish the bottom and move to working on the body of the penguin you wanted, Joel’s hands run down your arms. “Now you wanna be careful here. Alternate working on each side of the body, you don’t want to take too much off on one side.” He shows you with his hands over yours how he delicately scrapes small pieces on each side. His breath is warm against your neck, but he leans back again to let you have control.

Under his direction, you get it pretty even, moving to work on the head.”Same as the body but careful, one slip up and he’s headless.” You flash him a glare and concentrate again, blocking out his chuckle and the movements he takes to pull a chair next to you. He picks up a knife to sharpen it, watching you work and giving out tips when you look lost.

“God, this looks so much easier when you do this.” You put down the egghead penguin and stretch, muscles aching from sitting too long. Joel picks up your figure and looks it over, turning it around and inspecting your work. “Suddenly I feel like i’m back at school with the teacher grading my work.”

The lopsided smile he shoots you makes you giggle and he places the figure back in front of you. “Well now, since I’m the teacher. I’ll give you a B.'' You blink at him a few times, watching his smile grow wider by the second. You flick a piece of wood shavings at him and cross your arms,

:How dare you. Only a B? I say my skill is easily an A, but I guess my grade just reflects your teaching.” You try your best to keep a straight face as he raises his eyebrow and scoffs. In a blink of an eye you’re out of your chair and in his lap, thrashing around for a moment as you squeal his name. His calloused fingers graze your side as he starts to tickle you. You bat his hands away, laughing louder before yelling a surrender.

He takes the smack on his chest without flinching and wraps you in his arms. Even if you wanted to extend the teasing, his warm embrace is too good to resist. “I am a damn good teacher darlin, I've never had a complaint. Have heard some about you though.” The pinch at his sidemakes him jump this time. He reaches again for the little penguin and holds it in front of you both. “Really is good for your first one though. Seems like you watch me do this more than you supposedly read your book.” Another pinch is given along with another round of giggles.

“I can’t help that I like watching you work more than reading.” You place a kiss to his bearded jaw and pluck your work from his fingertips. “C’mon let’s go take a break.” You crawl off his lap and take his hand, helping his creaking body to stand. As you leave you take one last look at your project, knowing that tomorrow after patrol you and Joel will be back.

**I have not set up any sort of taglist just yet but if you would like to be tagged in this month’s challenge/ other writings please shoot me a message!

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a hard adjustment

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader’

Rating: T for kiss kiss and some anxious feels

Word count 982

Summary: You sneak off for some alone time outside Jackson and a worried Joel comes to check on you.

Warnings: Some mention of anxious feelings, feeling trapped and crowded etc but nothing too descriptive. Is Worried Joel a warning? Not sure. FLUFF

A/N: Honestly, I have no idea where this come from. I abandoned an angsty Joel fic and wrote this instead. lol TYPICAL but I hope you enjoy!

You can find my masterlist here

The warm breeze that blew through the woods surrounding Jackson made you breathe a sigh of relief. The birds chirp happily in the afternoon sun and the sounds of the settlement drift through the trees around you. The world for once felt peaceful and serene and you basked in the warmth of the small patch of sun that fell on your face.

You truly love and appreciate your new home, it was a stability that you hadn’t known in years, but it was hard sometimes. The friendly people can seem overbearing, and feeling cooped up in the four walls of your small home. While you didn’t miss running from hunters and clickers, you didn’t exactly love feeling stuck behind the walls of the town. You got out plenty on patrol but it wasn;t the same as this; sitting in a tree, legs dangling and swinging as you savored the freedom without a care in the world.

However, you weren;t stupid so you didn't stray too far from town. You were close enough to hear the heavy doors open and close and you smile. You have a feeling you're not going to be alone for much longer and that's confirmed when you hear footsteps along the path below you. You try to hide your giggles at the sight of Joel stomping down the path, a shotgun slung over his t-shirt clad shoulder. He was scanning the woods as he walked down the path and right past your tree.

“Looking for someone Miller?” you call out and you grin as he spins around to find you. You watch happily as he walks to the trunk of your tree and crosses his arms as he looks up at you.

“ I am actually. She’s pretty, likes running off on me and being reckless.” His tone was firm, but he's playful in his tone, his nerves settling down now that he's found you.

“Wow, she sounds like fun!” You can't help but laugh at the exasperated look on Joel’s face. He runs a hand over his face and glares up at you.

“Dammit darlin’ get down, sun is gonna set soon.”

“It’s just mid-afternoon Joel, besides it’s nice up here and has a great view.” You feel childish pouting, but you're not quite ready to leave your spot yet. You expect Joel to get mad and fuss at you, but to your surprise he steps forward and slowly starts to climb. You’re not too high up, twenty feet at most, but you can;t help but fuss at Joel, worrying over him falling. He finally settles on a thick limb just below and to the side of you. Joel just shrugs when he looks up to see you staring at him.

“You said it was nice up here, thought I'd come see for myself.” Joel settles back against the tree and gazes out into the woods. You settle back too and enjoy the moment as the breeze continues to blow around you two. You pause your wandering mind when you feel Joel’s hand reach out to touch your dangling leg. “You alright? I know you came to clear your head but…”

You frown as you see the worry swirl in his eyes. This was a conversation you two had had a couple times in the months since you’d settled in Jackson. Once in anger you told him you were close to leaving and you knew it had hurt him. Joel was back with his brother, settling down like he wanted and providing a stable life for Ellie. You two talked long and hard, and while you didn’t truly mean your words, Joel still worried. Years of being alone, then with Joel and Ellie to a large community was hard. There was no seamless transition here but you put in the effort to try, some days like today was just too much.

Guilt gnaws at your stomach and you reach your hand out for him to take, which he quickly does. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to worry you like this. Town was just...too much today with the hustle and bustle of the dance tonight and I just needed to clear my head. Besides, I’m not going anywhere without you.” you squeeze his hand, hoping it reassures him, and it does. Joel's tired eyes are warm again, the worry swept away with the wind and he leans up a little to press a soft kiss to your knuckles

“I know darlin’ just...leave a note next time? ‘Bout scared Tommy to death stormin’ in asking where you’d gone.” You both laugh at that and you blush a little, feeling sheepish now.

“I promise next time I'll leave a note, and I'll be here waiting for you to escort me back home.” You smile as he rolls his eyes and nods. Joel drops your hand and carefully adjusts to stand on his branch, now level with you. “Joel, be careful! Christ don’t fa-” you’re cut off by Joel cradling your cheek and kissing you; nothing too intense, just enough to stop you from talking. He pulls away and leans his forehead against yours.

“You doin’ better? Wanna head back now?” You hum in agreement and give him another kiss before you both begin the climb down. Just before you reach the last stretch you hear Joel give out a low whistle from the below. “You’re right darlin’ the view here is pretty nice.” As you drop to the ground and turn your head to glare at him, he gives your ass a quick smack and jogs away as you scold and run after him. Both of you are breathless and smiling as you approach the gates to Jackson, it feels less like a prison now, and you're hoping this feeling continues. If not, you'll find yourself happy up in your tree with Joel not far behind.

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wiaww Day 3

Pairing: Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels x f!Reader

Prompts: Books / Pets / Christmas or String Lights

Warnings: just fluff for this one!

Word Count: 705

A/N: Credit for the challenge is all @cyantomatos

You take a deep breath as you step out into the cold Kentucky morning. The sun was shining brightly on the rolling field in front of you. As you curl up into a rocking chair to bask in the sunlight, you relax and your mind drifts to your husband.

You two have only been married a few months, but you knew Jack for quite a few years before you two started dating. The man would flirt with damn near every person he was around, including yourself. You knew of his past and didn't take the sugary sweet words to heart. Until he asked you on a date with the most serious and earnest expression you had ever seen on his handsome face. His warm eyes matching his name, a pool of whiskey that glittered in the light.

Now you sit on the farm you both own, with a few horses and chickens, the kind of life you two would talk endlessly about wanting. Something slow, a respite from the crazy world and his intense job. This was a rare weekend morning where Jack was home, but he kissed your head as you sleepily grabbed for him early this morning, saying he would be back later.

As you sip your coffee and wonder just where he ran off to, you hear the crunching of the driveway as he drives up in his truck. You can see him beaming at you from the windshield as he pulls up to the front steps. You go to stand up and greet him when he rolls down the driver window and sticks his head out. “Hold up now sugar, turn right around and get in that house for me, I got you a surprise.”

His grin is devilish and the sun glints off his sunglasses, glittering just like you know his eyes are underneath. You cock your eyebrow but turn anyway, padding back into the house to settle on the living room couch.

You smile as you hear him fumbling with something as he comes through the door, low curses spluttering out as he huffs. You turn your head to ask what he’s up to but your jaw drops at the sight in front of you.

Cradled in either one of his arms are two small puppies. One seems to be sleeping peacefully in his arms while the other one wiggles around trying to get free. You gape as Jack takes a step and plops the wriggling puppy in your arms.

“I know, despite you saying that you're fine, that you get lonesome when I have to travel. These two lost their mama and I figured we’d be perfect for them.” Jack beams as he talks, looking amused as you stare in shock as the puppy licks your face and whips his tiny tail around.

“Jack, are you… You really...what?” All you can do is sit and laugh as you look at the two sweetest puppies you've ever seen. “Oh, they're so cute, you’re gonna love living on a big farm, huh?” you coo at the puppy in your arms. Obviously the answer is yes judging by the way the puppy continues to lick away at your hand.

Jack takes a seat next to you, gently placing the other puppy down and grabs you hand. “After you get dressed sweet thing, we can go buy some supplies. If you want to keep them of course.” Jack’s grin widens as you gasp and hold your puppy closer to you. The one sleeping in his arms rouses and crawls towards you to sniff at your pants. “Last time we did that video call when I was out of town you looked too damn pretty to be propped up in our bed all sad. Besides, maybe they can keep that damn rooster in line.”

You glare at his last words, Rufus the rooster was perfect of course, but you still lean in to give your husband a kiss.

“Thank you so much my love,these two are perfect and what I've always wanted...just like you.” you drag Jack against you by his collar to continue with some sweet kisses as your puppies wander around the living room inspecting their new home.

**I have not set up any sort of taglist just yet but if you would like to be tagged in this month’s challenge/ other writings please shoot me a message!

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wiaww Day 6

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x F!Reader (can also be read as GN tho, I wrote it with f!reader in mind though)

Prompts: Christmas Tree / Movie / Candles

Warnings: ANXIETY talk pretty heavily. Santi is THE respectful king.

Word Count:

A/N: The most self indugent thing I’ve written so far lol. wiaww challenge is from @cyantomatos

To say that you're nervous would be the understatement of the year. Your legs feel heavier with every step you take and your knock on the door seems too loud. To think you’re all hung up about a guy; That's what you've heard from a few friends all day today, but they didn't understand. They didn’t understand the strong magnetic pull of Santiago.

It started several weeks back, tagging along with your best friend to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. You were indifferent about going but you quickly changed your tune. You and Santi locked eyes and talked the entire night once introductions were made.

This led to coffee dates, dinner plans, and now a movie night. At his place. However, you asked to take things slow and Santi was perfectly accommodating to that.

As you wait the minute or so it takes for him to come to the door, you force yourself to take a few deep breaths. Your heart jumps in your chest when you hear the turn of the lock, but when his face appears, every worry and every fear you've built up that afternoon melts away at the smile on his face when he sees you.

Santi ushers you in, making you both cram into his small entryway. As the door closes he wraps himself around you in a warm hug “There’s my girl, you look gorgeous tonight.” He peppers small kisses down your neck and nuzzles behind your ear as you bury your face into his neck. The cold chain around it hits your nose and makes you giggle against him. He pulls away and smiles, helping you out of your coat. “I already have that awful hallmark movie ready, go sit and I’ll make popcorn.”

One and a half movies later and you’re unwilling to leave the cozy position you and Santi have found yourselves in. He’s lying propped up on his back, legs splayed enough for you to lay between them on his chest. His hand runs a path down your spine, a blanket tangled around you two with just the light from the T.V to light the room.

You take a peek up to watch Santi, who's now deeply invested in this so called “cheesy awful movie.'' He’s grown out his beard a little more, small flecks of grey speckled throughout the dark hair. Even though the stubble on his jaw is so prominent, the structure is sharp like his cheekbones and nose. His brows are furrowed as he watches, dark eyes flitting between the two characters arguing.

You’re so lost that his sideways glance to you almost startles you. He flashes you a wink and goes back unbothered to watch the movie. You simply stare in awe of this gorgeous man splayed out beneath you and holding you close. As you lay your head back down and refocus your attention you feel his warm breath against your head. "M'glad you suggested this." His warm voice floats to your ears and bounces around happily in your head.

Once the second movie is over and you insist on helping clean the dishes, Santiago helps you put on your coat. As you button up, He’s gracious enough to fix the collar, but you both know he has ulterior motives. He takes the opportunity to give you a lingering kiss, instantly making you breathless. As you stand dazed, his voice breaks the moment. “I hope you enjoyed tonight...you seemed a bit nervous earlier.” You can tell he’s concerned, probably has been most of the date.

You meet his eyes and your genuine smile visibly calms him. “Yeah, I was. But I had nothing to be nervous about cause it’s you. You respect me and respect wanting to take things slow. Anxiety got the best of me, that's all.” The warmth in his eyes is enough to confirm exactly what you just said.

“I like you sweetheart and I'm just as happy to take things slow too. We’re just enjoying the ride, and where it takes us, yeah?” You nod and reach for him again, locking him in a kiss that's a little too steamy to pass off as going slow. You pull away reluctantly and take a deep breath. It's now his turn to look dazed, but he recovers and opens the door. “Call me when you get home.” The stern order is acknowledged with a mock salute as you make your way to your car.

As you pull away you see him standing in the doorway, porch light shining bright around him. It only turns off when you’re just out of sight. You smile and go home, eager to tell him you've arrived safe.

**I have not set up any sort of taglist just yet but if you would like to be tagged in this month’s challenge/ other writings please shoot me a message!

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