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Ready-Made Family

Characters: Richard Muñoz and F!Reader

WC: 6251

Other Pieces: This is a stand alone.

CW: Angst; idiots in love; pining. Mentions of infidelity.

When Richard Muñoz’s next door neighbor moves in, he’s not home to see it. His previous neighbor—an old man of his mother’s generation—had moved away to Florida, and the house had sold quickly.

But he’s not there the day the moving trucks pull up, and he doesn’t meet you right away. One day, it was Mister Forni next door, his evening news and game shows blaring through the shared wall of the connected homes. The next day, seemingly overnight, it was much quieter, though Richard could sometimes hear sounds through the wall. Talking, too low to make out the words. Music. Television, sometimes, and it seemed bright and cheerful, like kid’s programming.

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He doesn’t meet you until spring, when the April thaw starts in earnest and you are in your front yard, surveying the abysmal condition of the flower beds. Strewn with trash whipped around by winter winds, full of dead plants. Richard goes out to take stock of his own front yard (in far better shape than your own), and he tilts a nod at you when he catches you looking at him.

He starts to make the few steps over, hand extended to introduce himself, but he’s stopped short by a child—a little girl—flying down the front steps and tackling you around your knees. You give a quiet oof at the impact, and then you gift Richard a rueful smile over the girl’s head.

You introduce yourself, and you introduce your daughter, Rowan, who grins at him shyly, ducking behind you as she does. You hold out your hand and Richard takes it, shakes it briefly while giving his own name.

You’re lovely, in an understated way. Your hair is up in a neat ponytail, and you’re wearing an oversized barn coat in the spring weather. No gloves, and Richard checks on the sly—no wedding ring, no engagement ring.

“We share a wall,” you tell him. “If we’re ever too loud, please let me know, okay?”

Richard says he will, but he knows he won’t. He’s too shy, too reticent, too willing to let others walk all over him.

-----

But you and Rowan aren’t loud at all. Sometimes he hears the two of you—you seem to enjoy singing together around dinnertime—but it’s never too loud or too long or too late.

He sees you more than he hears you. In the front yard, when you and Rowan (the little girl armed with a plastic shovel) whip your flower beds into shape. More often in the back of the house where you park in the alleyway. Unloading the little girl from her car seat, unloading groceries. When summer comes, Richard grills outside a fair amount, and you and Rowan often take your meals out there in the sunshine.

Richard is painfully shy, so he only ever nods and smiles when he sees the two of you. Maybe you’re shy too, or closed off, because you only ever answer with your own nod and maybe a small wave.

Your little daughter, though? Rowan? She has a bold assurance, not an ounce of shyness now that he isn’t a stranger. She waves at him wildly when she sees him. She shrieks his name—Mister Muñoz, polite to a fault. And her enthusiasm is doubled when his dog is with him. The little girl is dog-crazy, wants one of her own, begs you within Richard’s earshot about how she wants one just like Bianca, small and fluffy and white, and how the dog could sleep in bed with her…

You always shoot him that same rueful smile, just as you had the day he met you. A little beleaguered, as if you hear Rowan’s pleading for a dog all the time.

One summer afternoon, when Rowan’s pleading is particularly persistent, Richard kneels down beside the little girl and points out, reasonably enough, that she lives next door to Bianca and is welcome to visit with her whenever she wants.

Another smile from you, but this one is more thoughtful.

“You’re going to regret that offer,” you tell him, but he won’t, not once. He doesn’t know it in this moment, but this is where it begins. In this moment, Richard is only a lonely single man with a weakness for how Rowan waves at him wildly, happy to see him. A weakness for the way you smile at him over her head, like you and he are sharing a secret.

-----

It starts slow. At summer progresses, Richard learns more about both you and Rowan. Rowan, he learns, is four and in pre-school. She’s charmingly polite for a small child. She’s a picky eater, but you often use reverse psychology to trick her into trying new foods. Her favorite color is pink one week, then yellow, then green.

She updates Richard on her new favorite colors with a serious look on her face, as if she is conveying grave news. He always makes sure to receive these updates with an equally serious look, a stern nod of understanding.

You? You’re more reticent, happy to just sit and listen to your daughter chat with Richard and Bianca. But you open up over time.

You work for the city, in the parks department as a city planner. Stable work with stable hours, which helps since you are single mother.

Once, when Rowan is engrossed with Bianca (brushing her out gently, as Richard demonstrated), you sit closer to him and talk to him in a quieter voice, so your daughter can’t hear.

“Her father isn’t in the picture at all,” you tell him. “We divorced when she was two.”

“I’m sorry,” he replies softly, and he is sorry for Rowan’s sake and for whatever hurt you had or still have…but a selfish part of him who relishes these moments with the two of you isn’t sorry at all.

You gaze at him a long moment—so long that he squirms under the force of your attention. So long that he wonders if he messed up and said the quiet part out loud, or if you’re a mind reader.

“Don’t be,” you finally say. “He was a terrible father and a worse husband.”

-----

Summer fades into autumn, and Richard would despair, would worry about the loss of these moments with you and Rowan in your backyard, but by the time the weather turns cool, your reserve has burned off enough that you consider him a friend.

Sometimes you and Rowan come to his home, but more often, he comes to yours. He brings Bianca and has a coffee with you some weekend afternoons while your respective daughters (his small and white and furry, yours currently mad for the color purple) play.

You’re still reserved. Richard is sensitive, and he’s good at sensing someone’s feelings. Between his natural understanding and the little you’ve told him, he can guess that you’re wary of men in general. That if he were any other man, you’d never invite him into your home. That you have only let him in because he’s gentle and because he’s good with Rowan. He humors your daughter, genuinely enjoys spending time with the little girl.

-----

Halloween is never a holiday that Richard celebrated much. The most he’s ever done is buy a few bags of candy that he leaves out in a bowl on his porch for the children to help himself to. But a week before, you knock on his door and ask for a favor.

“Rowan wants to go trick-or-treating, but she’s scared.” You glance at him, and he can see it written on your face, how much it pains you to ask for help.

“What do you need?”

“I wanted to see…if you’d join us,” you say. “You and Bianca, maybe. I think she’d feel braver if she had a few buddies with her.”

Richard nods, agrees to it immediately. “Do you want me to dress up?”

You shake your head, laugh lightly. “I wouldn’t want to put you out. Don’t worry about that.”

Other men may have seedier fantasies, but this has always been one of Richard’s: you and him, Rowan and Bianca, trick-or-treating together. Well, the fantasy was never so specific, but this is as close as he’s gotten—family stuff, time spent together. It’s easy to pretend that you’re his wife, that Rowan is his daughter, and that you’ll all return home to the same house where Rowan may throw a tantrum over the candy. That he’ll get her to sleep after reading her a story, and that you and he will pick through the haul for your own favorites before heading to bed too, where he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you to him, both a little foot-sore but happy…

Just a dumb, tame fantasy, but so easy to fall into.

Rowan is dressed up in all white with furry ears perched on her head, and skipping beside Bianca, it’s obvious what inspired the costume. You are looking at Richard when he realizes, and he catches the soft smile you gift him.

-----

Thanksgiving comes, and it’s a stark difference to Halloween: you and Rowan pack up your car and head upstate to spend it with your family.

Richard? He’s on his own again, just him and Bianca.

But there’s a difference this year. Before you leave for your long weekend, you knock on his door. When he answers, you can barely meet his eye—you’re reserved, of course, but Richard also thinks you’re shy and moments like this further that theory.

“I made you this,” you mutter, not looking at him. “For Thanksgiving.”

It’s a pie: a glorious looking pastry with golden crust, the heavenly scent of apples and cinnamon wafting out of the tin covered with plastic wrap.

“To say thank you,” you clarify. “For being…well, for everything, I guess.”

He starts to stammer out a protest, say no, that he should be thanking you, that you’ve given him far more than he’s given you, but you’re already turned away and fleeing down his steps, and something is different about your reticence here.

He doesn’t know it now, but this is the moment it begins for you. Or nearly so: he’ll find out later that it was the night before, when you contemplated the things you had to be thankful for. That Richard Muñoz drifted near the top of that list, so much so that you stayed up late to bake him a pie in thanks.

-----

You go away for Thanksgiving, but when you return, you’re hollow-eyed. Deep circles under your eyes like bruises. Even Rowan seems subdued.

Richard gets a bit of the story from you during one of your playdates. Bianca and Rowan are in your living room, snuggling on the couch and watching a cartoon. You and Richard are in your kitchen, drinking coffee and picking at pastries you picked up from a nearby bakery.

“We saw my ex. Rowan’s father,” you say. You push around a few stray crumbs on your table, make a neat little pile of them. You glance up at him, then clarify, “we grew up next door to each other.”

“Ah.” Richard hates himself in these moments: he never knows what to say and is often reduced to stupid one syllable words. He has no wisdom or comfort to offer most times, though you seem to just need a listening ear from him.

You voice drops a little, and you lean forward so he can hear you. “He remarried and has a new baby. Rowan saw them outside. I didn’t think she put it together…he left when she was so young, you understand. But I think someone said something she overheard. She asked a lot of tough questions on the ride home.”

“I’m sorry.” He swallows hard, then adds, “is she okay?”

You shrug. “I think so. But I think…maybe I should take her to see someone. Like a child therapist.”

“It couldn’t hurt, her having someone else to talk to.”

You nod at that, but he can see the misery on your face. From what, it’s hard to tell: your ex moving on, your daughter hurting, needing outside help for her to work through her feelings. Richard knows that you’re fiercely independent, and he would bet his pension that you are toughest on yourself.

“Hey,” he says, and he waits until you look at him again. “Are you okay?”

You blink at the question, look startled. He wonders when the last time anyone asked after your own feelings. Probably not for a long while, judging your reaction.

You answer with another shrug, which is answer enough for him. You’re not okay at all.

-----

There’s family drama and angst that Richard can’t even begin to guess at, but again there’s a selfish upside: you spend Christmas at home, no traveling.

Even better, you invite him to Christmas dinner.

“It’s nothing elaborate,” you warn him. “We have a small turkey, but it’s still too much for the two of us.”

Richard hasn’t shared a Christmas with anyone since his mother died, and his breath catches in his throat when he realizes the gift you’re giving him. He feels sick all of a sudden, flushed and sweaty, and he struggles to accept. Struggles to ask what he can bring, how he can help.

You watch him a long moment, your usually-wary eyes bright and curious. “You don’t have to bring anything other than yourself and your dog.” A beat. “And if you want to come over obscenely early, you can join me in watching the little gremlin unwrap Santa’s presents.”

“I’ll be there,” he manages to say, and his voice is still choked up a bit. Another beat of you studying him, and then you reach out. Lay your hand on his upper arm, a bracing touch that only lasts a second, but it buoys Richard through the rest of the day, the rest of the week, all the way through Christmas morning.

-----

Richard arrives Christmas morning early, but not early enough.

You answer the door and you’re absolutely charming: in flannel pajama pants and a shapeless sweatshirt, bare feet and tousled hair. And a huge yawn.

Rowan is right behind you, bouncing up and down, squealing his name.

“Richard!” She shrieks, and it hits a decibel that makes you wince as you put a steadying hand on the head of your daughter, trying to calm her glee just a bit. “Santa came!”

“You must have been good then,” he answers with a smile, and you snort softly at that, smile at him.

“Mommy said I had to wait for you,” Rowan says, and there isn’t a bit of petulance in her voice. In the months since he’s gotten to know the little girl, he’s found her to be sweet-natured to a fault. Willing to share with others, crying in sympathy when other children cry.

“Thank you for waiting.” He jostles the bag in his arms, and he kneels down by Bianca and unclips her leash. The dog is familiar with your home now too, and she scampers inside and joins your daughter by the Christmas tree. You smile at him again, tell him good morning, and you reach past him to shut the door.

“Ro, just let me and Richard get some coffee and we can start, okay?” you call out, and you gesture for him to follow you. In the kitchen, though, you frown at his bag.

“I told you not to bring anything,” you tell him.

You did, but it paralyzed him. Richard grew up in a household that took gifts when visiting other homes: bottles of wine, cut flowers, a dish to pass around at a dinner party. You did tell him not to bring anything, but he has decades of home-training fighting against him, and he tells you so.

“Besides, I couldn’t not get Rowan anything,” he points out.

“You spoil her,” you reply, but you’re smiling at him as you pull down a mug and pour him some coffee.

He got you something too, but he doesn’t say so. He’s usually rendered near-mute around you, but the thought thundering through his head is, of course I want to spoil her, I want to spoil you both.

-----

It’s a morning of surprises.

Rowan is surprised when Richard hands her his gift, which is just a purple stuffed unicorn with a rainbow mane and tail. It’s poorly wrapped—he never had the knack for wrapping misshapen gifts—but the little girl shrieks in delight, then surprises him with a fierce hug and a smacking kiss to his cheek.

“I love it!” she says, hugging it tight to herself, her words going high-pitched in delight. “Thank you!”

But then she sets it gently beside him on the couch and scampers off, and here you reach out and touch his arm.

“Thank you,” you tell him softly. “She got you something, but…just act happy, okay?”

Before you can clarify, Rowan is back and thrusting her own poorly-wrapped gift into his hands. Richard is surprised (he expected nothing, and the only gifts he ever gets are from his union, which sends out fruit baskets when a new contract is ratified). He makes a show of unwrapping it, and it’s several things in a gift box that he takes out one at a time and marvels over while Rowan claps beside him and you hide your grin against the rim of your coffee mug.

A pair of socks with little white anchors on them. A bar of fancy soap, marbled and swirled green and white that smells like peppermint. A tin of mints. And a toothbrush.

Rowan only half-accepts his hearty thanks, already turning back to her new toys, and when he catches your eye, you burst into laughter. Real laughter, and Richard realizes it’s the first time he’s really heard you laugh.

“Do I…smell?” he asks in a low voice, and your laughter doubles, folds in on itself until your eyes are watery from glee. You have to set your coffee down, and you swipe at your eyes once the merriment dies down.

“No,” you manage to wheeze out. “I asked her, but there was literally no logic behind what she picked out.” Another wave of laughter, and you reach out and steady yourself against him, grip his bicep through his sweater. “She just saw something, said Richard will like this, and threw it in the basket.”

He chuckles along with you, but he gives a mock-rueful shake of his head. “I think I’ve been walking around stinking all this time, and you’ve been too nice to tell me.”

“You haven’t!” You shake your head too and wipe away the tears of glee. “You don’t!”

“Liar.”

But the surprises continue: once your laughter dies off for good, you tell Rowan to hand Richard a certain gift that was set off to the side. It’s wrapped in crisp silver paper, clearly by you, and he unwraps it to reveal a framed photo. It’s the three of you and Bianca, from Halloween. He remembers when it was snapped—you had a neighbor take your phone and get a few pictures of you and Rowan, but at the last minute, you waved Richard in.

“It’s dumb—” you start to say, but Richard cuts you off gently. Firmly.

“It’s perfect.”

There’s a gift for Bianca (a giant treat that she gnaws on for the rest of the day), and Richard’s own gift for you (a French press, because yours had been broken in the move and you hadn’t gotten around to buying a new one).

When you invited him over for the day, he had the idea that it would just be for the noontime dinner you have planned…but Richard spends the whole day and most of the night too. And it’s as magical as anything he’s ever imagined in his loneliest hours: he helps you with the meal, he helps you clean up, the two of you side by side in your kitchen. There’s an ease to you now, he realizes. You aren’t as reserved with him; you let some more of your walls down.

Afterward dinner, the three of you (Bianca in the corner, gnawing on her treat) sit on the couch and watch Christmas movies. It’s all child-friendly fare, oldies, and Rowan nods off, her little head pressed against his arm. You nod off too, curled against the arm of the couch, and Richard thinks it may be possible to die from a broken heart, because that’s what it feels like. His chest feels too tight, as if it’s been stuffed too full from all the love—or at least conviviality—that he suddenly has.

When the two of you wake up (and it’s cute, how you both are a little grumpy after a nap), there’s an evening meal of leftovers and pie, another movie. You put Rowan to bed, tuck her in with her new stuffed unicorn, and then you rejoin Richard.

“Up for some coffee?” you ask, and of course he is.

When he finally gathers up his gifts and Bianca and goes to leave, he’s surprised when you stand before him. You hesitate for a beat, then give him a hug. It only lasts a few seconds, and your shyness blooms at the motion because you don’t quite meet his eyes when you murmur your thanks, when you murmur how happy you were that he joined you and Rowan.

-----

You invite him over for New Year’s Eve too, but it’s less of an affair. Rowan has a normal bedtime, so it’s just dinner with her…and then drinks with you, as the two of you wait for the new year to start.

It’s the closest thing Richard has had to a date in years, and if he’s nervous, you seem doubly so.

“I had an ulterior motive, inviting you over tonight,” you tell him. You don’t look at him which is your tell, he realizes. It’s the sign that you’re nervous or shy. He makes a noise of assent for you to continue, and you do after you take a big sip of wine.

“I wanted to say, Rowan really likes you. I do too, but I have to put my daughter’s feelings first.” Another sip of wine, and you turn to face him. “I’m not saying it’s anyone’s fault…well, I guess it’s my fault, but you’ve become kind of a father figure to her.”

“Okay,” he replies, not sure where you are going with this, but his stomach sinks at the somber look on your face.

You shake your head. “I shouldn’t have let it get this far. She talks about you all the time. She always asks when you’re coming over.” You hesitate again, then add, “she mentioned you to her therapist, you know. Told her that she has a new dad.”

Richard feels sick to his stomach, because the first place his mind goes is…not a good place. He works in a prison, after all. Works with some of the worst people, and some of those people hurt children. That’s what he thinks you may think, and he flushes at the insinuation that he has nefarious intentions. Indeed, he’s not made many proactive moves in this entire relationship with you and Rowan. He’s been buoyed along on the current, and he starts to stammer out a defense of himself, that he’d never hurt Rowan or you, that he never told her he was her new father…

You place your hand on his arm, still his fumbling torrent of words. “I know, Richard. I know.”

“I never told her I was her father,” he protests anyway. “I thought I was being nice—”

You cut him off again. “You are nice.” You sigh and shake your head. “Listen, we both really like you, but Rowan is confused. She’s in therapy, and it sounds like she has a lot of big feelings about her bio dad leaving. I just don’t want to confuse her any more than she already is. She’s only four.”

“I understand.” Richard swallows hard against the tears rising in his eyes, and he offers you a feeble smile.

You shake your head again, and you give a growl that sounds like pure frustration. “I’m sorry. I’m not being clear. I’m not telling you to go away and stay away, Richard. I’m just saying…her therapist and I have clarified the difference to her about who her father is, and who you are. I just need you to understand, and I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything. Anything at all.” A shard of hope lances through him, sharp, and he’d promise anything to stay in your lives…

“Promise me that when you meet someone and…have less time for us, that you’ll fade out quietly.” He looks at you, and he’s surprised to see your own eyes glassy with tears. You look him dead-on, and there’s a fierce quality to your expression—the closest he’s ever gotten to a mother bear, he’ll realize later.

“Promise you won’t just disappear on her,” you add. “Promise you won’t be like her real dad and just…disappear.”

Richard turns over your words in his head, and he realizes what you’ve alluded to: that he’d meet someone else and move on with them, leave you and Rowan behind. Have less time for us, you said. Not Rowan. Us.

Maybe it’s the wine, or maybe it’s sitting so close to you on your couch as the old year ticks away its final hour. Something makes him brave when he’s only ever been passive and a little cowardly.

Richard reaches out and takes your hand in his. He only means to hold it, but then he lifts it to his mouth and presses a gentle kiss to the back of it.

“I promise,” he says. “But I’d never disappear on either of you. Not ever. I’ll stay until you send me away.”

It makes you blink, and a tear breaks free and starts to trickle between the lovely curve of your cheek and your nose. The courage never comes easily to him, but once he has a taste, he finds a bit more in reserve: he reaches out with his other hand and brushes the tear away, and when you blink a second one free, he gets that one too.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

The moment feels so heavy, though. Richard hates that you have this past where your ex hurt you and Rowan so badly that any other man being kind carries its own hazards. He hates that Rowan has to see the therapist, that you carry such heavy burdens alone. It’s almost a new year, and he wants to see you smile for it.

“Besides, you’re the only two ladies who’ve ever put up with my stink for so long,” he adds, and it startles a laugh out of you.

It diffuses the heaviness hanging over the evening, and when the new year starts, Richard feels a hopefulness that is more substantial than the nebulous feeling he had when he first starting hanging out with you and Rowan.

It doesn’t hurt that when he lifts his arm in invitation—definitely the influence of the wine, by now—you look at him for a moment and then lean against him.

-----

It’s deep into January when Rowan addresses the issue herself. You are out running errands, and Richard is babysitting, though your daughter tends to test her limits, wheedling for more snacks and a skipped nap.

But you reminded him before you left (“You’re the adult here, Richard. Don’t let her boss you around”), so he remains gently firm in her schedule, and when he puts her down for her nap, she brings up the topic you broached on New Year’s Eve.

“I know you aren’t my daddy,” she says. “But you’re my friend, right?”

“I am.”

“You’re not my best friend though,” she clarifies.

Richard chuckles, and he guesses that he ranks lower than Bianca, though it doesn’t bother him.

“I’m okay with that, niñita.”

-----

The angst over Rowan’s therapy seems to settle and level off, but you and Richard….that’s a different issue.

He’s shy and uncertain, and he has the sense that you’d cut him out of your lives in an instant if you feel it’s the right thing to do for Rowan. But you’re shy too, still hurt and walled off, though your walls come down a little bit each time he is with you.

And while he’s not that experienced with women, your shyness seems to have shifted. It doesn’t seem to be the same reticence of before: now it seems more fragile, like you might have your own hope that you’re fostering.

He knows more about your past with your ex, and it only infuriates him further. The boy next door, high school sweethearts, married young. Your ex had wanted kids more than you had, and he had cajoled you until you finally gave in and agreed. You got pregnant, but your ex started to steadily drift away in the final months of your pregnancy.

When Rowan was a year old, you caught him cheating on you.

When she was two, the divorce—an acrimonious thing, full of venom—was finalized. You and Rowan moved back into your parents’ house to rebuild, and after a couple of years, you moved here.

But one day, in the beginning of February, you fix Richard with that bright gaze you have sometimes, and it’s paired with a soft smile.

“I’m glad we moved in next door to you,” you tell him.

“I’m glad too.”

You look like you want to say something else, but then you seem to think better of it and remain silent.

-----

Thing is, if you’re shy and Richard is shy, the two of you would stay in a painful stalemate forever. The three of you spent time together, and both you and Richard trade off on babysitting duties: he watches Rowan for you sometimes, and you help with Bianca when he has late shifts.

It's a regular Saturday when he babysits Rowan. You have a mountain of errands to run, and you offer to make him dinner if he can just watch the little girl for a few hours. He waves off your insistence for quid pro quo, as he always does, but he never turns down dinner with you and Rowan. For one thing, he loves the little family unit the three of you have. For another thing…you’re just a damned good cook.

Over the course of the afternoon together, he and Rowan watches a cartoon, then reads some books, then color together. Then, to his everlasting dismay and chagrin, she wants to play beauty shop.

He loves Rowan like his own, but…he really hates playing beauty shop.

But he obliges, and he allows the little girl to treat him like a fancy lady (her words, not his). She puts plastic clips in his hair, puts plastic beads around his neck, and then she gives him a makeover. Your mother, Rowan’s grandmother, gifted her a child’s kit of play-makeup: glittery, bright stuff mild enough for a kid’s skin, and that’s what Rowan smears all over his face over the course of play. She coos over him, pats his cheek kindly, tells him he’s very, very pretty and that all of the girls in school will be jealous of how pretty he is, and Richard dies a little inside but he’s also touched by how gentle of a kid Rowan is. He doesn’t remember kids being that kind when he was young.

The only problem is that you show up entire hours before he was expecting you. Just as Rowan is putting the finishing touches on him (an inexplicable glittery sticker on the back of each hand), just as she stands up and starts squealing, saying he’s very, very lovely, you walk through the door.

Rowan turns in surprise, then points at her handiwork in obvious pride. Squeals “look at Richard, mommy!”

Richard turns in surprise, sees the way your eyes widen, hears the sharp intake of breath, and he wishes he could curl up and die.

He’s never heard you laugh so hard or so long. Just when it starts to die down, you look at him again and start back up. You laugh so hard that tears roll down your face. You laugh so hard you start to cough.

“Oh, goddammit,” you wheeze when you finally make your way over to him. “Does she torture you like this every time you watch her?”

“I usually have more time to clean it off,” he replies, smiling at you. He looks ridiculous, but what a small price to pay to have you so happy, even for a moment.

“I’m so sorry.” You look at him, giggle again, and it makes his heart feel light, his chest filled with warmth.

“I’ve been told I’m very pretty,” he teases.

“You’re usually very handsome,” you answer. “But right now, I’m sorry to say, but you look like you’ve been attacked by a gang of demented clowns.”

He flushes at your sudden compliment. He’s rendered unable to speak. And you don’t seem to notice because you turn to Rowan and tell her to clean up her toys, and then you turn back to Richard and hold out a hand to him.

“C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He still can’t speak, so he lets you lead him to the bathroom, and he perches on the edge of the tub and watches as you take down a bottle of something, a few squares of cotton that you douse with the bottle. Then you turn to him and gentle as anything, you clean his face.

“I know this stuff comes off with water,” you say softly. “But it can still dry out the face.”

“O-okay.”

“This is makeup remover. Better for the skin.”

He nods, but his chest feels suddenly tight: you’re standing right over him, as close as you’ve ever been to him, and your light touch makes him break out in goosebumps.

“You can tell her ‘no,’ you know.” You say it with a teasing lilt.

“She likes playing beauty shop.” The words come out in a croak, rough around the edges.

You hum at that. You reach over and get another square of cotton, squirt the makeup remover on it. Do another pass over his face, and he shuts his eyes against the feeling of your hands on him, such a chaste touch but still intimate. He can’t remember the last time a woman touched him so gently or at all—

“Richard,” you whisper, breaking him from his reverie. He opens his eyes and looks up. Sees you gazing at him. “Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

“W-what?”

You smile at his stammering. “Can I kiss you?”

He nods. He tries to swallow but his mouth is suddenly dry, but he has no time to worry about it because you place your hands on the sides of his face and tilt his head up, and then you’re bending your own head, and then your lips are on his, light as air, and all of Richard’s painful worrying disappears.

He’s glad you lead him. You have a better handle on this moment then him. You pull away for a moment, gaze down at him, like you’re trying to gauge his reaction. When he smiles up at you like a dope, you smile back and kiss him again. You slip one hand back; you push your fingers into the curls on the back of his head, and he sighs into the kiss. He doesn’t know what to do with his own hands so he keeps them folded in his lap.

When you pull away a second time, you press your forehead against his.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” you whisper.

“Really?”

You lean back a little and look at him, and now your soft gaze has a sorrowful slant to it.

“I was hurt pretty badly. It…it took me a long time to get up the courage.”

He reaches out his hands and takes hold of yours, and it makes you smile. “I’m glad you did.” A beat. “Because I’m a coward.”

You snort, squeeze his hands gently, then lean forward and gift him a third kiss, a light peck on his lips.

“I think any man willing to wear glitter eyeshadow is pretty brave,” you joke.

He opens his mouth to joke back, but Rowan yells from the hallway that she’s cleaned everything up and she’s also starving and what are the two of you doing in there and can she come in and help but also she’s starving and what’s for dinner—

“The little monster beckons,” you sigh with a roll of your eyes. “Are you still going to stay for dinner?”

“If that’s okay…”

You smile…no, you grin at him. “More than okay.” You hesitate, then add, “I’d like you to spend as much time with us as you want.”

“Careful, cariño.” The term of endearment slips out, makes you smile wider. “You say stuff like that, you’ll never get rid of me.”

A fourth kiss, this time a playful smack that makes you laugh, duck your head a little in faint embarrassment before you tell him, “sounds good to me.”

#richard munoz #richard alonso munoz #richard alonso muñoz x reader #richard alonso munoz x reader #richard munoz x reader #The Letter Room #tropes-and-tales

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marvel-and-mischief · 1 year

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❄️ December Writing Challenge ❄️

Day 15. Matching Pyjamas

Pairing: Richard Alonso Muñoz x GN!Reader Words: 754 Warnings: none!

December Writing Challenge masterlist

“Do you think this is cute?” Richard turned the catalogue that had been placed in his mailbox this morning towards you, a nervous frown creasing his features. You lower the book you were reading, a collection of Emily Dickinson poems, to peer at the page he held open. There were two beautiful models leaning towards each other, mistletoe dangling above their heads as they held a small gift between them. Their bodies were twisted uncomfortably towards the camera to display the clothes they were selling; a pair of matching button-up pyjamas in festive red with gold lining.

“Couples pyjamas?” you asked, glancing questioningly at Richard. He gave a half shrug, cheeks dusting pink in embarrassment as he fumbled with the pages of the catalogue.

“It was a thought, never mind,” Richard mumbled almost incoherently but you heard enough to know he was deflecting from his true feelings. You noticed that with Richard. He was sometimes too afraid to say exactly what he felt. Instead he tested the waters, threw out a suggestion, making out it was only half a thought. But you knew him. And you knew he wanted couples pyjamas.

“I’ll make us a tea,” you suggested, patting his knee comfortingly on your way to the kitchen. You made sure you weren’t observed when you typed the catalogues website into your phone and searched for a pyjama set.

Neither you nor Richard wanted to make a big deal out of Christmas this year. You both had a couple of days off and you’d decided to spend it with each other at home, watching holiday movies, eating a wide range of food from both your cultures and settling down in the evenings to play games and read in each others company.

As soon as you were ready to get into your pyjamas, when the sky was becoming dark and the hot cocoa was at the forefront of your minds, you turned to Richard with a content smile.

“I brought you a new pyjama set. Would you wear it for me tonight?” Richard looked at you in surprise. Already beyond grateful for the presents he’d received this morning he couldn’t believe you’d brought him another gift.

“You are much too good to me,” he kissed you sweetly, pulling back reluctantly with child-like excitement in his eyes.

“It’s on the bed,” you said, prompting Richard to hurry up the stairs.

Richard was a careful dresser. He secured every button carefully, tied every lace firmly, positioned collars perfectly. So you knew you had time to ready your final present. You reached over the side of the armchair to retrieve the bag you’d secretly placed there a few days before, pulling out the pyjamas you’d brought that matched the ones Richard was changing into upstairs. They weren’t the exact pyjamas he’d seen in the catalogue a couple of weeks ago but they were just as festive. The fabric was good quality cotton, a shade of light grey adorned with red berries and green holly leaves with a silver lining running along the edges of the collar, cuffs and down the front where pearl white buttons sat. The trousers were the same pattern with a red drawstring waist, the bottoms folded over and sewn. It was a beautiful set that you hoped Richard would love.

You got changed and sat on the couch until you heard his tentative footsteps walking down the stairs. Your heart thumped with both excitement and apprehension. Your breath caught in your throat when Richard turned the corner, his hands nervously flattening the front of the pyjama top over his belly as he looked to you for approval. He was adorable in the pyjamas; the top button was low enough you could see some chest hairs poking over the top, he was walking slightly on the bottoms of the pyjama legs but he’d folded over the sleeves to free his hands. You walked over to hold his hands, giggling softly at how you two must look; silly, but completely in love.

Richard leaned forward to kiss you, underestimating the distance and landing a peck on your nose instead. You didn’t mind, there would be plenty of time this evening for as many kisses as you both wanted.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely with a wobbly smile. You took his face in your hands, your thumbs rubbing soothing circles into his cheeks.

“It’s my pleasure,” you replied, receiving a toothy grin. “Anyway, I think we look cute.”

Richard nodded, pulling you into a hug.

“We do.”

#december writing challenge #the letter room #oscar isaac #richard alonso muñoz #richard alonso munoz x gn!reader #richard alonso muñoz x reader #richard alonso munoz x reader #wwdilfcember #richard alonso muñoz x gn!reader

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mariamariquinha · 2 years

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Maria’s Fic Recommendation

Soooo since I’ve been writing my stuff, I think it’s more than fair to share some of the most amazing things I’d read or I’m reading now. Probably forgot a lot of them, which I apologize!

Oh, I may add that I don’t write to a few characters on it, BUT I truly appreciate these works below. Enjoy! (And thank you for all those amazing writers making good and beautiful content. You are the best! ❤)

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Baubles of stolen kisses by @brandyllyn (Richard Alonzo Muñoz)

Cerebral by @laters-gators (Nathan Bateman)

Relative Dating by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Indiana Jones)

Homestead by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Benoit Blanc)

You Want me To? by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon)

The Warmasters’s Wife by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Gurney Halleck)

Healing hands by @cheesybadgers (Colonel Horacio Carrillo)

Old Habits Die Hard by @cheesybadgers (Colonel Horacio Carrillo x Javier Peña)

In Another Life by @cheesybadgers (Esteban) THIS THING HERE IS LIKE... A GEM! LAURA KNOWS IT BUT I’LL REMIND YOU ALL THAT WE’RE TALKING ABOUT A MASTERPIECE.

Objectos de Deseo by @massivecolorspygiant (Colonel Horacio Carrillo)

Black Lace and Wine by @nocturnal-milk-dud (Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon)

Slow Hands by @drabbles-mc (Angel Reyes)

Lunch Break by @tropes-and-tales (Bishop Losa)

Human touch by @tropes-and-tales (Sheriff Hassan)

I Got a Bone to Pick With You by @placeinthemiddleofnowhere (Frank Castle)

A Problem of Communication by @dunefeather (Gurney Halleck)

A Flirtatious Game by @supernovafeather (Duke Leto Atreides)

arise, ascend by @zinzinina (Boba Fett)

#fic rec #angel reyes #Esteban x Female reader #horacio carrillo #benny borracho magalon #bishop losa #sheriff hassan #frank castle #boba fett #duke leto atreides #gurney halleck #javier peña #benoit blanc #indiana jones #nathan bateman #richard alonso muñoz x reader

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geo-winchester · 1 year

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BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

A/N: Hi everyone sooo today is my birthday and I know I have a tons of request I should be working on but I want to celebrate this day with you guys, so I made this list with prompts of I love you a few are with Taylor swift songs and others are with actions, so I hope you have a great day and send me an asked if you want a request, and before I go I want to thank you for all your love and support you gave to me!!

I LOVE YOU WITH TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

1. I like shiny things but I marry you in paper rings.

2. And I can’t let you go, your heart print’s on my soul.

3. For you I would fall from grace just to touch your face.

4. But I stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes.

5. All these peoples thinks love’s for show, but I would die in secret.

6. No more keepin’ score now, I just want to keep you warm.

7. And at every table, I’ll save you a seat.

8. I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blue come.

9. You’re my best friend.

10. I remember how we felt sitting by the water and every time I look at you, it’s like the first time.

11. You can hear it in the silence. You can feel it on my way home. You can see it with the lights out.

12. And I know I make the same mistakes every time, bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right.

13. I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck… not because he owns me because he knows me.

14. Squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi.

15. Can I go where you go? Can I we always be these close?

16. With your boots beneath my bed… forever is the sweetest con

17. And all at once you are the one I have been waiting for, king of my heart, body and soul.

18. I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends, I’d never walk Cornelia street again.

19. One single thread of gold tied me to you.

20. I once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden

21. Please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere.

22. Have I know you twenty second or twenty years.

23. All I know is a new found grace. All my days I’ll know your face.

24. Long live the walls we crashed through, I had the time of my life with you.

25. My house of stone, my ivy grows and now I’m covered in you.

26. Don’t want no other shade of blue but you.

27. Say my name and everything just stop.

28. I’d like to hangout with you for my whole life.

29. Baby all at once is enough.

30. Even in my worst times, you could se the best in me.

31. I had the best day with you today.

32. My waves meet your shore, ever and evermore.

33. I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you.

34. All that ends well to end up with you.

Other ways to say I love you.

35. Put your seatbelt on.

36. I save you a piece.

37. I got you something.

38. I told my family about you.

39. Text me when you land.

40. Do you want the last piece of pizza.

41. I make you coffee.

42. Have you eaten today?

43. To the moon and back.

44. This song reminds me of you.

45. Tell me more.

46. Here, take my jacket.

47. I’ll take you.

48. I got you a key of my house.

49. I made a playlist.

50. I like you.

Characters I write about: Poe dameron, Richard Alonzo Muñoz, duke Leto, Nathan Bateman, Santiago Garcia, Marc Spector, Steven grant, Jake Lockley, Jonathan Levy, William Tell, Llewyn Davis, Taron Egerton, jimmy Keene, Eggsy Unwin, Jake “hangman” Seresin

#poe dameron x reader #richard alonso muñoz x reader #leto atreides x reader #nathan bateman x reader #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago garcia x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #llewyn davis x reader #taron egerton x reader #eggsy unwin x reader #jimmy keene x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader

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freelancearsonist · 2 years

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don't mind me I just watched the letter room and fell in love with Richard. so this isn't so dirty but imagine being adamant to help him trim his mustache. like you're sitting on the bathroom counter and turn his head this way and that, you comb and trim his mustache and he's more than happy to let you take care of him but when he asks why you always want to do it you say, "just making sure my seat is nice and neat" and he's all blushy at first but he rubs his nose against yours and winks

DJFKSKFKSKDSK PLS I LOVE THIS

he’d let you sit on his face to make sure it’s properly trimmed 😌

sinful sunday

#clarke answers #sinful sunday #richard alonso muñoz #richard alonso muñoz x reader #richard alonso muñoz headcanon #the letter room #oscar isaac characters

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multimuseficreblogs · 1 year

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 ❀ all duke leto atreides masterlists ❀ all jake lockley masterlists ❀ all marc spector masterlists ❀ all miguel o'hara masterlists ❀ all poe daremon masterlists ❀ all santiago garcia masterlists ❀ all steven grant masterlists ❀ all william tell masterlists

𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓) ❅ all abel morales ❅ all abel morales x male reader

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 (𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉) ❅ all blue jones 𝐛𝐮𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 (𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒏) ❅ all bud cooper 𝐝𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒆) ❅ all duke leto atreides ❅ all duke smut ❅ all duke fluff ❅ all duke angst

𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐲 (𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆) ❅ all jonathan levy ❅ all jonathan smut ❅ all jonathan fluff ❅ all jonathan angst ❅ all jonathan x male reader

𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 (𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕) ❅ all laurent leclaire 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 (𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕) ❅ all marc spector ❅ all marc smut ❅ all marc fluff ❅ all marc angst ❅ all marc x male reader

𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨'𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 (𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆) ❅ all miguel o'hara ❅ all miguel smut ❅ all miguel fluff ❅ all miguel angst ❅ all miguel x gn reader ❅ all miguel x male reader 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝒆𝒙 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂) ❅ all nathan bateman ❅ all nathan x male reader 𝐩𝐨𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 (𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒔) ❅ all poe dameron ❅ all poe smut ❅ all poe fluff ❅ all poe angst

𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐧̃𝐨𝐳 (𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎) ❅ all richard alonso muñoz ❅ all richard smut ❅ all richard fluff ❅ all richard angst ❅ all richard x plus size reader 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨 "𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞" 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 (𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒓) ❅ all santiago "pope" garcia ❅ all santiago smut ❅ all santiago fluff ❅ all santiago angst ❅ all santiago x male reader

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 (𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕) ❅ all steven grant ❅ all steven smut ❅ all steven fluff ❅ all steven angst ❅ all steven x gn reader ❅ all steven x male reader 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 (𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓) ❅ all william tell ❅ all william smut ❅ all william fluff ❅ all william angst

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 1 year

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Fanfic Recs List!

(not necessarily written in October, but that’s when I read ‘em!)

🎀 - fluff ☔ - angst 🍑 - smut

🍑Waxing, Wailing (Llewyn Davis x Reader) - @laters-gators

🍑Floor Sex (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @xcatnapsx

🍑Blowjob (Steven Grant x M!Reader) - @howaboutcastiel

🎀 lazy mornings with steven grant (Steven Grant x GN! Reader) - @murdrdocs

🍑 Gift of Min (Steven Grant x GN! Reader) - @astroboots

☔️"Laters Gators" (Steven Grant) - @little-cereal-draws

🍑 Kneel My Knight (Marc Spector x Dom! AFAB! Gender-neutral! Avatar! Reader) - @losermultifandomidiot

🎀Steven Grant Full Alphabet (Steven Grant x Reader) - @missscarlettangel

🍑Hunger of the Pine (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @welcometostayingawake

🍑Precipice (Steven Grant x GN!Reader) - @laters-gators

🎀🍑☔️Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside Series (Steven Grant X Fem!OC X Marc Spector) - @romanarose

🍑Doppelgänger (Nathan x F!Reader x android) - @brandyllyn

🍑Oblivious (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @campingwiththecharmings

🍑Insufferable (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

🍑A Sunday Kind of Love (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @campingwiththecharmings

🍑 Baubles of stolen kisses (Richard Alonso Muñoz x f!reader) - @brandyllyn

🍑 Full (santi × F!Reader) - @spacecoeboyhotch

🎀see through (santiago garcia x reader) - @eyelessfaces

#fanfic #fan fiction #fanfic recs #fanfic recommendations #fanfic rec list #oct 2022 #llewyn davis #moon knight #nathan bateman #poe dameron #richard alonso muñoz #santiago pope garcia #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley

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my-secret-shame · 1 year

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Hiii again! ❤️

Can I have a Oscar Isaac's character fic recommendation, please?

I love your taste! I hope you're having a lovely day 🥰

RAVEN ILYSM! OF COURSE!

(I have limited myself, but here are 10 - a mix of SFW and NSFW - I hope some of these are new to you!)

SFW

The sun on your skin (Duke Leto Atreides x GN!reader) - @writefightandflightclub <- I think about this fic several times a day.

2. remorse (Llewyn Davis x GN!reader) - @eyelessfaces <- eyelessfaces ALWAYS coming through with the amazing Llewyn Davis fics

3. The Simulation (Poe Dameron X F!Reader) - @spctrsgf <- this is just so fun!

4. Black Leader, Shutting Up Pairing (Poe Dameron x Wife!Reader) - @starryeyedstories <- JUST THE CUTEST

5. ****Cough Syrup*** (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @romanarose <- I think about this fic before I sleep

NSFW

Fucking Blue Jones (Blue Jones x F!Reader) [Part 1] [Part 2] - @eroticandawkward <- AN ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE

2. Hung the Moon Series (Moon Knight Boys x F!Reader) - @pleasurebuttonwrites <- I have reread this sooooo many times

3. The Eyeliner (Blue Jones X F!Reader) - @wysteria-clad <- this is everything

4. Gold Skinned and Eager (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @fettuccin-e <- bury me with this fic

5. Baubles of stolen kisses Richard Alonso Muñoz x f!reader - @brandyllyn <- living rent free in my mind forever

Thank you so much!

My Secret Shame's Little Party

#light reading #my secret shame's little party #fic recs #fic recommendations #oscar isaac

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blurblurdeactivated · 2 years

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REQUESTS + RULES.

heyyyyy, here's the information/rules about requests i take. overall rule, please ask nicely :))

status: only matchups are open.

◆ MATCHUPS! are open.

matchups!!! these are really fun, ik i always love them. for matchups what i need is what fandom/s you want (max 3) a matchup for, if you want a male/female/whoever matchup, and a reasonably detailed description of you.

i will not take anonymous matchups and i'll only do them for people following me :) if you submit an anonymous one, dm me or submit a second non-anonymous one and tell me it was you so that i can post it without your url but also that way i can also see if you're following me.

brief description of you should include: a brief description of your physical appearance, your mbti type if you know it, mentions of both positive and negative personality traits, your hobbies, your likes, your dislikes, what you do in life, hopes and dreams. a wild variety of things that sums you up.

fandoms available are; The Boys, Stranger Things (not the kids obvi), MCU (includes Netflix Shows), Star Wars (Skywalker Saga + Mando).

◆ ICONS! are closed.

all i need for icon requests (which are more like suggestions) is what character you want! i'll only do one set per character and you can find who i've already done here (link coming soon)

◆ FANFICTION!

what i need from you in your request is specified in the subheading beyond according to fic type :) i only write headcanons and blurbs just based on time considerations (if you have ideas for oneshots or prompts or something you'd like to see i'd love to hear that just not as a request)

characters i write for, star ☆ indicates my top picks:

from The Boys: Soldier Boy ☆, Billy Butcher, Hughie, MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, Annie, Maeve.

from Stranger Things: Eddie Munson ☆, Billy Hargrove ☆, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Jim Hopper.

played by Oscar Isaac: Poe Dameron ☆, Moon Knight bois (Steven, Marc, Jake) ☆, Nathan Bateman ☆, Duke Leto, Blue Jones, Abel Morales, Sergent Kane, Orestes, Richard Alonso-Muñoz, Rudal Keener, William Tell.

lol miscellaneous: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars), Spike (Buffy), Dean (Gilmore Girls) (let me have this), Will Turner, Elizabeth Swan, James Norrington (POTC), Morgana Pendragon, Gwaine (Merlin BBC),

played by Ben Barnes: Billy Russo ☆, The Darkling ☆, Caspian X.

from Marvel: Frank Castle, Matt Murdock , Loki Laufeyson, Bucky Barnes, Erik Lehnsherr, Wanda Maximoff, Valkyrie, Thor Odinson.

rules for all fanfic:

i won't write anything that i haven't experienced (or that i find triggering) so just please stay away from topics of mental illnesses, extreme trauma, that sorta thing.

i'm not going to write NSFW for requests so let's just skip that (steamy/suggestive is all good though),

i might decline a request if i think it'll take too long, i'm not confident in it, or i just don't like it. that's not to say your request was bad just that it didn't fit me.

also it might take a while oop, be patient with me. i'll close requests if i'm a bit back up with them.

◇ HEADCANONS! are closed.

the only requirements for headcanons are tell me what character you want, what headcanons you'd like eg. "date night hcs", or "breakup makeup hcs", if you want fem!reader or gn!reader (apologies for the inconvence but i don't do male!reader).

◇ BLURBS! are closed.

the only requirements for blurbs are tell me what character you want, if you want fem!reader or gn!reader (apologies for the inconvence but i don't do male!reader) and gimme a prompt! whether that's a dialogue prompt you found, a scenario you wanna see, whatever :)) these should be short... but also i might get carried away.

#requests #rules #fanfic requests #matchup requests

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ophelialoveshandsomemen · 2 years

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A december writing challenge that I will try. If you want to send me one of Oscar Isaac’s characters and a day to write for, go ahead! If I don’t get any prompts, I will be writing my own choices. Ask me if you wanna be tagged!

Female reader or GN reader only please!

I’m more comfortable with female reader, but I can easily write gender neutral. Male reader, however, I am NOT comfortable writing for too many reasons to state here.

Just a warning, I’m not big on cities, so this will feature mainly rural/country settings.

Warning. There may be religious themes in some of these, which I will tag accordingly.

** indicates smut, both light and heavy.

Day 1 - Baking || Vanilla, sprinkles, and chocolate flavored kisses. (Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader)

Day 2 - Frozen Lake || Cold hands, Scarves, and Snow.(Duke Leto Atreides x fiancée!fem!reader) **

Day 3 - Hot Chocolate || Marshmallows, warm hands, and soft smiles.(Abel Morales x fem!reader)**

Day 4 - Cozy Cabin || Patterned rugs, soft blankets, and warm baths.( Santiago Garcia x wife!fem!reader)

Day 5 - Fire Places || Fuzzy socks, soft rugs, and hands intertwined.(Pt.2! Duke Leto Atreides x fiancée!fem!reader .sequel to You’re handsome with snowflakes in your beard.)

Day 6 - Blanket Fort || Fluffy pillows, movies, and snacks(Modern!Poe Dameron x pregnant!fem!wife!reader)

Day 7 - Catching a cold || Tissues, savory soup, and cuddles.(Llewyn Davis x fem!reader)

Day 8 - Snowed In || Candles, snow drifts, and quiet.(Mikael Boghosian x fem!reader)

Day 9 - Sledding || biting wind, cold noses, and laughter(Laurent Leclaire x fem!reader. Canon era.)

Day 10 - Winter Market || Murmuring crowds, rows of stalls, and the smell of food.(Blue Jones x gn!reader)

Day 11 - Snowball Fight || Heavy breathing, footprints in the snow, and warm hugs.( Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader. Part 2! sequel to Kisses of Chocolate.)

Day 12 - Lonely || Gloomy skies, soft blankets, and a warm fire. ( William Tell x fem!reader)

Day 13 - Warm Bath || Bubble bath, soft music, and gentle hands. (Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader. Part 3! )

Day 14 - Homemade Meal/Cooking || Savory spices, hot meals, and family. (Mikael Boghosian x wife!reader)

Day 15 - Sleigh Ride || Sleigh bells, foggy breath, and the smell of cedar.(Nathan Bateman x fem!reader)

Day 16 - Mistletoe || Warm lights, smoke, and friends.(Jonathan Levy x fem!reader)

Day 17 - Gingerbread || Icing on their cheek, smell of cinnamon, and playful kisses.

Day 18 - Sunsets || Golden hour, towering pine trees, and warm coats.

Day 19 - Movie Nights || Laughter, snacks, and cuddles. (Nathan Bateman x fem!reader.)

Day 20 - Hiking || Rough ground, crisp morning air, and sunrises.

Day 21 - Sweaters || Cozy feelings, goosebumps, and comforting hands.

Day 22 - Unique Traditions || Smiles, acceptance, and making memories.

Day 23 - Proposal || Nerves, candles, and a tasty meal.

Day 24 - Holiday Traffic || Car horns, comforting words, and snow.

Day 25 - Lazy Mornings || Soft blankets, familiar arms, and the morning light.

Day 26 -Furry Friends || Shining eyes, the pitter - patter of paws, and that fuzzy feeling in your chest.

Day 27 - Roasting Marshmallows || Roaring bonfires, laughter of friends, and gooey marshmallows.

Day 28 - Huddle for Warmth || Warm bodies, steady breaths, and comforting feelings.

Day 29 - Holiday Lights || Holiday music, bright colors, and joy.

Day 30 - Fireworks || Loud booms, sparkling light, and a breathtaking kiss.

Day 31 - Wild Card || write anything you want!(Victoriano ‘El Catorce’ Ramirez x fem!reader)

#aerynwritesdc21 #richard alonso muñoz x reader #jonathan levy x reader #blue jones x reader #nathan bateman x reader #santiago garcia x reader #victoriano ramirez x reader #laurent leclaire x reader #mikael boghosian x reader #llewyn davis x reader #duke leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x reader #duke leto x reader #poe dameron x reader #abel morales x reader #sfw.#nsfw.

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tropes-and-tales · 2 years

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Half of Each of Us

Day 5: Breeding (Richard Muñoz x F!Reader)

(For the 2022 Kinktober event offered by @the-purity-pen. The original post and calendar/list can be found here.)

CW: Fluff (engagement); Smut (PiV, unprotected; breeding kink; talk of theoretical pregnancy). 18+ only.

Word Count: 2677

Requested by @isvvc-pvscvl!

It starts because Richard forgets to buy condoms.

He doesn’t remember until the two of you are in his bed, naked and panting for each other. He reaches into the nightstand and finds the empty box, and his heart absolutely sinks.

You let out a laugh that is only tinged with a bit of frustration. You shove at his shoulder playfully, and you laugh again at the pained groan he gives.

“I’m so sorry, hermosa,” he grumbles. “I’m an idiot.”

“Oh, you’re not.” You lean over and kiss him, and you’re both still overwrought, so he wraps an arm around your neck and tugs you down on top of him…

“Richard, we can’t.” You whine and it sounds so pretty, so laced with regret.

“I could pull out,” he replies, lifting his eyebrows hopefully.

“You know what they call people who pull out?” you ask, pushing away from him with a smile. “They call them parents.”

He laughs, and then his laughter dies off when you bend your head near his and whisper that there’s other things you can do for each other, and your comment doesn’t register until much later, when you’re both sated and drowsy in each other’s arms.

Would it be the worst thing, having a child together?

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The question bounces around Richard’s head for days. It bubbles to the top of his thoughts all the time: at work, in the car, when he’s walking his dog.

Would it be the worst thing, having a child together?

He never considered fatherhood before, but he also never considered the possibility of finding someone. It was a series of unlikely events: his dog breaking her leash and running into traffic, you jogging from the other direction. You saw the disaster about to unfold, sprinted into the street, and scooped his dog up in your arms like a superhero.

He was so shaken up, he forgot to be nervous. He repaid you by taking you out to dinner, and you both had such a good time, it turned into a second dinner. Then a coffee date, then a walk in the park. A series of lovely dates until he worked up the nerve to kiss you, and now here you are, a year later. You have a shelf in his bathroom, two drawers in his dresser, and he is eager for more.

He’s terrified to ask for more.

He wants it all: he wants you to move in. He wants to marry you. And yes, he’d love a child, would love to raise a child with you. But how can he ask? Even the thought makes his stomach churn in anxious terror.

-----

The two of you are walking his dog together: a leisurely stroll through a nearby park as his dog sniffs at the varied and interesting smells there. Your hand is warm in Richard’s, and every so often you give him a gentle squeeze that he finds reassuring.

When his dog starts to tire, you find a bench and sit down together, allow his dog to lie panting at your feet. It’s a beautiful day; it’s sunny but there’s a bite of winter on the wind, a cold thread that makes Richard shiver. It’s going to start getting darker, colder…usually the winter is a bleak time for him, but this winter, he has you.

You release his hand, but then you wind your arm through his. You scoot closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder, and he smiles at the touch. He turns and kisses the top of your head, enjoys the clean, faintly floral scent of you.

“Richard?” you ask, but you don’t lift your head.

“Yeah?”

“You know, if you are worried about asking me anything, you shouldn’t be.”

“What?” he asks, confused. Stupidly, his mind goes to the mundane: the coming conversation on what the two of you are going to do for dinner, the tame argument where you each end up compromising on the same taqueria around the corner.

You lift your head, but you don’t look at him. You gaze out across the landscape of the park when you say, “if you have anything you want to ask me, but you’re afraid to…I’m saying not to be afraid.”

“Hermosa, I don’t—”

“And if you think you need, like, a specific item to ask the question…I’m telling you not to worry about that either.”

It takes him a long beat to catch on, and his stomach does its usual twist. Richard thinks he might throw up. He has no idea how you’ve figured him out…

“I saw your internet search history.” You squeeze his arm, and now you glance at him. There’s a soft smile on your face. “You asked Google a million questions about it, but the one that stood out was ‘how can I tell my girlfriend will say yes if I propose.’”

“I didn’t mean—”

You squeeze his arm again. “I wasn’t snooping, I swear. I was trying to find that movie we had searched before, and the history just…revealed itself.” You turn on the bench and face him directly. “Richard, I would say yes. If you asked me. So don’t worry about it anymore, okay?”

He feels faint. He feels the edges of his vision wavering as he takes in what you’re telling him.

“Okay,” he replies, hoarse.

Your smile widens, and you nod at him. “And you were searching on…uh, jewelry. So, don’t worry about that either. Maybe…if you wanted to buy a specific piece of jewelry, that is something we could do together?”

“Okay,” he repeats.

-----

He manages to make it home with you, and the sick feeling fades. Just a little.

He still feels sick at heart. He ruined it. He should have been smarter, should have deleted his search history. Or he should have been smarter. Other men didn’t struggle like this, did they? Why didn’t he just know, why did he have to search for it…

“Okay, stop.” You stand in front of him right inside his door. You’re both still in your jackets, but you block him from going further into the house. You fix him with a studious look.

“You’re overthinking, aren’t you?” you ask. “You’re wallowing.”

“I should have done better, hermosa. I should have—”

“Okay then.” You shrug as if to yourself, and you add, “you leave me with no choice.”

He thinks you’re falling, his brain slow to catch your motion until you’re on one knee in front of him, grinning up at him, your closed hand extended.

“Richard Alonso Muñoz, will you do me the honor,” you start to say, but he realizes what you’re asking and cuts you off with an outraged squawk, and then you’re laughing as he tugs you to your feet, tugs you into his arms.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls. “I’m going to propose to you, not the other way around.”

“Okay, okay, fine.” You laugh at his indignation, and you hold out your hand, clasped into a loose fist. “I only had a leftover doggy biscuit in my pocket anyway. No big diamond for you, Muñoz.”

He laughs too, dispels the tension that only he was feeling. “I don’t want a big diamond.”

You reach up and cup his face, force him to look you in your eyes. “And neither do I, Richard.” You say it so seriously, so solemnly. “And know that I’ll say yes, so no more worrying. I mean it.”

He always wanted to do it grander: fireworks, champagne, dozens of roses, in front of the Eiffel Tower or on a beach at sunset. But you’re gazing at him so earnestly, his face held between your warm palms, and the question falls so easily from his lips.

“Will you marry me?” he asks, and you tear up, blink against the tears, and you tell him of course you will.

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It happens weeks later, when you finally have a ring on your finger. You spend the day together shopping for it, and you find one at an antique shop. It is an art deco ring, a small diamond flanked by sapphires, and it feels like fate because it fits your finger perfectly.

You celebrate at a nice restaurant that night. You in a dress, him in a nice suit. The lovely ring gleaming on your finger as you get tipsy on champagne, giggling as he loads you into the car and takes you home.

Giggling as he gets you to the bedroom and into bed after peeling you out of your clothing. You are flushed and warm with the champagne but not drunk, and as you lay on the bed waiting for him, Richard can’t miss the soft way you look at him. It always stills him, leaves him stunned that you could love him as much as he loves you.

When he joins you in bed, when he reaches for a condom in the nightstand, you still his arm and ask in a near-whisper, “would you like to not wear one tonight?”

He turns and gapes at you, expects you to be joking. But your face is earnest, and you nod at him encouragingly.

“I’ve never…not used one,” he admits.

“Me either. But we’re both clean, and we’ve both been together for a while now.”

“Yes, but…” The implication leaves him breathless, and the thought goes straight to his erection, makes him so hard he swears he can feel his heartbeat there. “You could get pregnant.”

“I could.”

Richard licks his lips. His mouth feels dry. “Is that something you want?”

“Is it something you want?” you counter.

“It’s not a deal-breaker for me,” he tells you, choosing his words carefully against the thoughts swimming through his head. “You’re my family now no matter what. But I’d…if it happened, I’d be happy.”

You reach out a hand and grasp his erection lightly, but the touch still makes him keen, makes his vision go double for a moment. You lead him to you, and he goes willingly, the condom long forgotten.

“So let’s just try it and see what happens,” you whisper, and Richard is powerless to resist. He wants you so badly, but the sudden thoughts—being inside you with nothing separating him from you, spilling inside of you…the possibility of it taking hold, of his child, yours and his, growing inside you…

The thought must affect you the same. You are so wet already, so slick and ready for him that when he slots himself between your spread thighs, when he nudges against your folds with the tip of his erection, he finds it so easy to slip inside of you.

It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before. Joined to you, bare, the silky warmth of you that he’s only felt through latex before. Every delicious flutter and pulsing against him. The way your arousal coats him.

You must feel the same way. You moan underneath him, your eyes flutte at what you’re feeling. “Oh, Richard,” you whisper, already ragged and half-way gone. “You feel so warm. I’ve never…never knew it’d be like this.”

Richard is always gentle in bed, but some feral, primal part of him takes hold. He’s still gentle, but he deals you firmer thrusts—slow and deep, burying himself to the hilt in your molten depths. As deep as he can, to give the best chance…

“I can picture you,” he pants against the side of your neck. “Your belly growing round with my baby. Our baby.”

You groan at his words, and he feels the warm wash of your arousal pulsing around him. You’re enjoying his words.

“Tell me more,” you beg. “Please, Rich—”

He’s never been very good at dirty talk. He never wants to call you mean words, even in the bedroom, but this is different. This is primal, it’s animalistic, but it’s still loving. It’s still the two of you creating a potential life….

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he says, and his voice takes on a deep growl he never thought possible. It hardly sounds like his voice at all, but you lift your hips to meet his thrusts when that voice appears. “Gonna b-breed you, mi amor. Fill you up over and over until it takes, until it takes hold and you are pregnant with my baby—”

“Might not work the first time,” you breathe out.

Richard shakes his head, nips at the side of your neck. “Doesn’t matter. I’m gonna keep you in this bed, keep you full of my cum until you’re swollen and round—”

His words are cut off by your orgasm, sudden and fierce with no warning. He thought it was heavenly, making love to you with a condom on, but this is so much more. Romantic but primal, and the connection is so much different with nothing between you. He can feel so much more of your orgasm: the slick arousal that makes it so easy to bury himself in you, the way your core ripples along him, pulls him deeper.

It makes sense, all of a sudden, that way your body pulls him deeper: it has to be some function of pulling his release deeper into you, of giving his seed the best possible chance of taking root…

The realization makes him come too, just as sudden. He doesn’t feel the usual signs; it’s as if his orgasm roars to life out of nowhere. One minute, he’s lost in the feeling of you, and the next minute, his own pleasure breaks around him, sharp and hot as he spills deep inside of you.

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Afterwards, when he pulls out and his release trickles out of you (and you give a little grumble at the sensation and the mess), he helps you clean up. He asks, half-seriously, if you want to tuck a pillow under your hips, but you laugh and tell him that’s just a thing people do on TV and it doesn’t really help, from what you’ve been told.

Afterwards, it’s so much better. He feels so much closer to you. A cliché, maybe, but he feels like you’re joined as one, even if you aren’t married quite yet. It isn’t just the lack of condom or the addition of the engagement ring on your finger. It’s just that these moments—like all moments with you, the intimate ones and the mundane ones alike—make Richard more and more certain that you’re his soulmate. And that he’s yours.

The two of you are curled up against each other, still naked. Richard realizes that not all of his release trickled out of you, that he’s marked you, and that makes him twitch at the thought, but he wills himself to behave.

“You know it probably won’t take,” you tell him after a while. “I think the timing is off.”

“I know.” He kisses your forehead and smiles against your head.

“Still fun to try.”

Richard hums in agreement.

“But it might not happen at all. Ever, I mean. My mom struggled, and I heard that my cousin—”

Richard shushes you, kisses you again, this time on your mouth, halting your words.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” he replies, and now he’s staring at you, serious and cupping your face so you understand him.

“You’re my family,” he tells you again. “Me and you, that’s all the family I need.”

You smile at him. “I feel the same. I just wanted to warn you—”

“No.” He shakes his head, cuts you off again. “No warning. You’re my girl. You’re all I need. If we don’t have a baby, you are still all I need.”

Your smile turns tremulous at the corners of your mouth, and he knows you’re fighting tears again. “You’re all I need too, Richard.”

He pulls you to him, kisses you softly. “If it happens, it happens. And I’ll be happy because it would be half of each of us.”

“Half of each of us,” you reply. “I do like the sounds of that.”

#tropes-and-tales #tppkinktober2022 #richard alonso muñoz x reader #richard alonso munoz x reader #richard munoz #richard alonso munoz #richard alonso munoz imagine #The Letter Room

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brandyllyn · 3 years

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Brandyllyn’s Masterlist

Firstly and most importantly, I wrote a book. Love nor Money is a “why choose” romance about Maya Alvani, a down on her luck woman who agrees to pretend to be the mistress of three of the cities most powerful criminals. For more information about the book itself go here.

Buy it here. Buy the holiday epilogue here.

Both are available for free with Kindle Unlimited at the same links.

📚<- This work is complete.

Requests are currently closed but thots are always welcome.

I am also brandyllyn on AO3

If you want fanfic updates follow @brandyllyn-writes. For more general updates Join my mailing list!

Most things I write are explicit and I’ve also tried to tag / warn everything appropriately. Let me know if I missed something.

Soulmate Headcanons

Pedro Pascal Characters as Cats with @blueeyesatnight

Because I was inverted... Pretty much every character I write for has a blurb or two in here. This was for a follower celebration.

Kinktober 2021 - here there be smut

Fandoms in alphabetical order.

NSFW Alphabet: Max Phillips 📚

Fringe Benefits : Max Phillips x f!reader

The below fics can be read as standalones or as parts of the Max x Sugartits series.

(Explicit) (5k words) 📚

Max has a proposition for you.

Consensual Violence : Max Phillips x f!reader

(Mature / Explicit) (3.2k words) 📚

Max’s enthusiasm in the bedroom accidentally sends you to the emergency room. It’s honestly more embarrassing than painful.

Did you mean it? : Max Phillips x f!reader

(Explicit) (6.4k words) 📚

Max accompanies you to a family function. It goes about as well as expected.

By the numbers : Max Phillips x f!reader

Once Bitten :: Twice Shy :: Safety Third :: Forever

(Explicit)(12.7 words) 📚

Max and you hit some turbulence in your relationship.

Bonus: Half a Mind to (2k words) 📚

Max’s POV between Once Bitten and Twice Shy. I suggest reading all of By the Numbers before this one.

After : Max Phillips x f!reader

(Mature) (2.4k words) 📚

Things aren’t quite back to normal for you and Max.

Various Requests:

All of these are standalone (as above) but are theoretically in universe and would take place somewhere between Consensual Violence and Did you mean it?

Max reacts to you cutting yourself accidentally. (640 words, smut adjacent)

More about Max enjoying a bendy reader. (600 words, smut)

Max being an annoying pest where you work. (790 words, smut)

Max does not fly economy. (690 words)

Getting a taste (2.2k words. hella smut)

Turnabout is fair play (770 words, smut?)

Max watches porn (300 words, smut adjacent I guess?)

Teasing Max (1.2k words, smut)

Repellent (1.7 words)

Adventurous : Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x f!reader

(Explicit)(5.7k words)📚

Your friend drags you to an unconventional party.

Doppelgänger : Nathan Bateman x f!Reader

(Explicit) (13.6k words) 📚

You’re invited to Nathan’s house after ‘the incident’ to test his new AI. A masc one this time. Of course Nathan made it in the form of the most perfect man he knows, himself.

Monstruo : Pero Tovar (no pairing)

(Teen)(3.7k words) 📚

After the events on the wall, Pero and William make an unexpected discovery.

Innocence need not tremble : Pero Tovar x f!reader

(Explicit)(3.3k) 📚

Pero is finds himself on the receiving end of an indecent proposition.

Sinners : Pero Tovar x f!reader

(Explicit)(8.4k) 📚

A promise made to protect William’s wife complicates Pero’s pursuit of you.

Bought and Paid For: Frederick Chilton x OFC

(Explicit)(13k words)[AO3] 📚

Disgusted by the idea of going to his first public event after the shooting alone - Frederick Chilton decides to hire the services of an escort for the evening.

Dove Grey Bows: Frederick Chilton x OFC

(Everyone)(1k words)[AO3] 📚

Sequel to ‘Bought and Paid For’: Everything was going wrong, Chilton was definitely going to fire the person responsible - but did he have time to fix it?

Time’s Fool: Frederick Chilton x OFC of color

(Explicit)(11k words)[AO3] 📚

A woman from Chilton’s past has the power to throw his entire life into disarray - but will their unfinished business ruin him or save him?

Honorable Intentions : Aloy x Erend

(Explicit)(5k) 📚

Erend offers to help Aloy before the Proving.

A Chance : Aloy x Erend

(Explicit)(5k) 📚

At the base, Erend and Aloy have a long overdue conversation.

Dreams are sweet until they’re not : Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x f!reader

(Explicit)(8.6k) 📚

A crimson rose only ever meant one thing, death. [Soulmate AU]

Harder to Hold : Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x f!reader

(Explicit)(32.5k words) 📚

You’re confused but pleased when a handsome cowboy puts moves on you at a bar one night.

Next Time : Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x f!reader

(Teen)(2.5k words) 📚

Jack takes you out on a date. It does not go well.

This Time : Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x f!reader

(Teen)(coming soon)

Second date with Jack.

Trust in Me : Jack Daniels vs. f!reader

(currently teen)(drabbles exist on their own)

Jack has been assigned a bodyguard. He’s not happy about it.

A Good Man Feelin’ Bad : Rafael Barba x OFC of color

(Explicit)(44k words)[AO3] 📚*

He really should go out more often if girls - *women* he heard Olivia correct him in his head - were this forward now.

Baubles of Stolen Kisses : Richard Alonso Muñoz x f!reader

(explicit)(17.6K words) 📚

A slow dive into the start and growth of your relationship with Richard. Deals with themes of insecurity and self-worth.

Nene : Richard Alonso Muñoz x f!reader

(Teen)(2.5K words) 📚

What to expect when you and Richard are expecting.

Crimes of Passion : Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa x f!reader

(explicit)(ongoing)

You’re a good girl. And Bishop is a very bad man.

To sell your love for peace : Javier Peña x f!reader

(Explicit)(27k words) 📚

You are Javier’s newest informant. And all that that entails.

To perish twice : Javier Peña x f!reader

Pt 1 :: Pt 2 :: Pt3

(Explicit)(7.7k) 📚

You can feel when your soulmate comes.

Cross My Heart : Ezra x f!reader

(T)(5.7k) 📚

"I do not know who I am when I am half a man.”

Lucky Stars : Ezra x GN!reader

(Teen)(3.3k)📚

“Are you a good man?” “I like to believe I am a man of good intentions.”

Into the Shade : Ezra x f!reader

(E)(8k) 📚

Who would fake a soulmate? [Soulmate AU]

Hold fast to dreams : Ezra x f!reader

(Teen)(4.3k) 📚

Returned from the Green Ezra has debts to pay.

Blind Trust : Ezra x f!reader

(Explicit)(4k words) 📚

Could he help her find her pleasure - one armed and unable to speak? Ezra was willing to bet his reputation he could.

Make dreams truths : Ezra x f!reader

(Explicit)(4.3k words) 📚

Ezra had been a killer. Was known to be a rogue. Occasionally even a degenerate...

When they disentwine : Ezra x f!reader

(Explicit)(4.3k words) 📚

Ezra returns to his tent to find you going though his things.

Goofballs in Love Masterlist: A series of spicy, funny one-shots about your relationship with Poe Dameron (virtually all E)

NSFW Alphabet: Poe Dameron (NC-17) 📚

SFW Alphabet: Poe Dameron (PG) 📚

In Our Own Image… : Poe Dameron x OFC

(Mostly T, has tagged M/E chapters) (64k words) 📚

Poe had a type. He’d admit it. And that type was “could kick his ass and steal his ship.” It had gotten him into trouble too many times to count in the past, and yet here he was. Suddenly lusting over a perfect stranger based on the way she was touching his droid and the mental fantasy he had drawn up based on no more than a twitch of muscle and streak of grease.

Alabanza: Poe Dameron x f!Reader

(Mostly T, has M/E chapters) (60k words)[AO3] 📚

A mis-delivered message causes You and Poe Dameron to become anonymous penpals. But falling for each other via letter while at the same time falling for each other in the real world leads to more than its fair share of complications.

The Art of Falling: Poe Dameron x f!Reader

(Mostly T, has M/E chapters) (40k words) 📚

The arrival of Black Squadron on Ansion means a lot of new changes for you, the base's Chief Mechanic.

For the first time seen : Poe Dameron x ?

(General audiences.)(2.1k words) 📚

Poe is looking for his soulmate.

[Soulmate AU]

Give me a ring : Poe Dameron x gn!reader

(Teen)(900 words)📚

Poe tries to flirt. Key word: tries.

Justifiable : Bud Cooper x f!Reader

(Mature) (3k words) 📚

Your husband’s death leaves you the beneficiary of his policy

Death come knocking : Bud Cooper x f!Reader

(Explicit)(2.4k words) 📚

Mr. Cooper is investigating your neighbor’s disappearance.

NSFW Alphabet: Santiago Garcia 📚

War makes thieves, and peace hangs them : Mostly Santiago Garcia x f!Reader (OFC in that she is described as being moderately thin)

(Hella Explicit) (28K words or so) 📚

When Santi needs people for a mission he knows just who to call. But it quickly becomes apparent they’re short one key role - a thief. Preferably one with nice breasts who makes friends easily.

Note: Pt13: Frankie’s Epilogue can be read as a standalone

Never meet your heroes : Santiago Garcia x gn!reader

(Teen)(900 words) 📚

You introduce Santiago to your dad.

Mi Hermano : Santiago Garcia x gn!reader

(Teen)(1.3k words) 📚

Followup to Never meet your heroes, yours and Santi’s rehearsal dinner.

How High : Santiago Garcia x gn!reader

(Teen)(1.3k words) 📚

Followup to Mi Hermano, Frankie invites a guest to drinks with the boys.

Validation : Santiago Garcia x f!reader

(Explicit) (5.6k words) 📚

Santi comes home early to find his new roommate a little undressed.

Corroboration : Santiago Garcia x f!reader

(Explicit) (5.6k words) 📚

Celebrating a new job and trying to keep your relationship a secret from Frankie. Maybe you two should have just stayed in - you always had more fun there. [sequel to Validation, can be read as a standalone]

Patriotic : Santiago Garcia x f!reader

(Teen) (360 words) (just a little domestic drabble) 📚

Love and Cookies : no pairings

(Everyone) (1.2k words) 📚

The boys help Frankie’s daughter sell cookies.

Family Friendly : Frankie Morales x f!reader [wife]

(Explicit)(1.2k words) 📚

Teasing Frankie at the family BBQ.

A Triple Frontier / Jurassic Park AU. Co-written with @blueeyesatnight

(Mature) (8.5k) 📚

The boys take a job on an island off the coast of Costa Rica. They are not prepared for what they find.

A Triple Frontier / Pacific Rim AU. Co-written with @blueeyesatnight

Part One - Part Two

(Mature) (3.4k) 📚

It’s drift match day for the Triple Frontier boys

Teaser

A Triple Frontier / Aliens AU. Co-written with @blueeyesatnight

(Mature)(11k)📚

The boys take a job at a colony in the far reaches. They are (yet again) not prepared for what they find.

Half Empty: Nevada Ramirez x f!Reader

(Explicit)(13k words)[AO3] 📚

It was supposed to be a fresh start, a new business and a new life in Washington Heights. But when Nevada Ramirez strolls through the door of your bar, demanding ten thousand dollars for his ‘protection’, you find yourself negotiating with your body. You can only hope you find the money before he loses interest.

Debt Makes Promises: Nevada Ramirez x OFC

(Explicit)(47k words)[AO3]📚

When she asks Nevada Ramirez for a favor she’s expected to give one in return.

Further on the Edge: Nevada Ramirez x OFC

(Explicit)(21k words)[AO3] 📚

Drawn together by circumstance - Nevada meets a woman who gives him a run for his money. But she’s not quite what she presents herself to him…

Oh Santa : Michael Perry x f!reader

(Teen)(1k words)📚

For iflostreturntobudcooper’s Holiday fic exchange.

I refuse to give him a whole header but I also wrote a Dave York thing...

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