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absurdthirst · 1 year

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Surprise!

Eight - Him

Letter 8 of the Surprise! Writing Game

Please check Surprise! masterlist for more information

Words: 602

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive mentions, hints of spiciness

Corazón,

I won’t go AWOL, the promise of being able to hold you is far too great to give up for a cold cell in Leavenworth. There wouldn’t be a pretty girl wearing my shirt and carrying my baby sleeping next to me.

I won’t lie, I cried when I saw the ultrasound. Thank God she has her mother’s nose. Mia will be as pretty as her mama, I just know it. And then I’m going to have to get out my shotgun. It’s strange to think about those kinds of things, that I’m going to be a father but it’s amazing.

Your pictures. God, Bubbles, you know don’t what they do to me. Let me just say that you should have no insecurities where your changing body is concerned. You are beautiful, even more so than that night. I proudly showed off the one with your bump showing (but not the one in my t-shirt, that’s for my eyes only 😉 ) and the guys are saying that they can’t wait to see what the belly looks like when we get home.

I hope you don’t mind, but the guys have kind of adopted the idea of having a niece, our little Mia won’t be lacking for love or support. Although I feel like we will have to make sure that Ben doesn’t sneak her extra candy when she is older.

I am glad Mama brought you the shirts and that she is going with you to the appointments. I wish I could be there. I would hold your hand and cry with you.

This is real, corazón. I know that it has started crazy and that some would say that we are moving too fast but I don’t care. Some days the idea of you and Bean safe at home are what gets me out of the rack and eager to tackle another day. I think I might be in love with you too. Yes, I held up the letter to the sun. You can’t tease a man like that.

We’ve had some issues lately, tough days and I re-read your letters everyday and smile. When I get home, I want to kiss you and if you haven’t had our daughter yet, take you out for a real date. Foot and backrub included. Maybe I should look into one of those spa packages for you? Do you go get your toes done like Will’s fiancée?

I know that there are a lot of things for us to learn about one another, but I think it will be fun. Send me a list of questions you have and I’ll answer them. Although, now that I think about it, I’m sure my mama has probably told you every embarrassing story she can about me when I was growing up. Please, please tell me she didn’t pull out the photo albums with the bathtub pictures. (I was two, okay?)

There are also a couple of serious things that I want to talk to you about when I get home as well. Nothing bad, I promise. I just want to make sure Bean gets added to my dependents list so she can get Tri-Care and BAH. (You can also be added on, but we’ll talk about that in person.)

Okay, I better stop talking before I scare you away or make an ass of myself. Just know that i am thinking about you and Bean everyday and I am counting down the days until I get to see you again.

Love, Frankie.

P.S. I’m not crossing it out again this time. I love you, Bubbles.

Thank you @sturkillerbase for the tag!

Tagging @quica-quica-quica for the next part!

Tag list: @boliv-jenta @scorpio-marionette @misspearly1 @supernaturalgirl20 @prolix-yuy @toomanystoriessolittletime @kybitchcrystal @meandorla @quica-quica-quica @absurdthirst @ilovemanypeople @thegreenkid @lowlights @littlemisspascal @ezrasbirdie @pedropascalito @mandoblowmybackout

Permanent tag list: @harriedandharassed

#surprise! writing game #frankie morales #triple frontier #frankie catfish morales x reader #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales x reader

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just-here-for-the-moment · 1 year

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Surprise!

Ten - Him Letter Ten of The Surprise! Writing Game Letter One - Her by @toomanystoriessolittletime Letter Two - Him by @supernaturalgirl20 Letter Three - Her by @prolix-yuy Letter Four - Him by @misspearly1 Letter Five - Her by @scorpio-marionette Letter Six - Him by @boliv-jenta Letter Seven - Her by @sturkillerbase Letter Eight - Him by @absurdthirst Letter Nine - Her by @quica-quica-quica Letter Ten - Him by @just-here-for-the-moment

Summary: Frankie gets a surprise letter overseas early into 18-month mission from you. Pairing: Francisco Morales x fem. reader "Bubbles" Wordcount: 494 Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, talks about a One night stand, talks about condoms

Banner made by @toomanystoriessolittletime

Goddamn, Bubbles… You can’t just tease a man like that with lacy things and not give him a heart attack!

You look amazing. Fuck it, amazing isn’t a big enough word. You look fucking gorgeous, serene like a goddess, and so round and luscious.

I can’t explain what your photo did to me. Yes, it was sexy, but more than that, just knowing that’s MY baby in there, that you’re carrying around a part of ME… makes my chest swell with pride. You’re mine. Mine, baby. I know this whole thing is crazy and we’re on fast-forward but …

Fuck it. Marry me. Please. I’ll do premarital counseling or a prenup or whatever it takes, but I can’t stand the idea of living away from you and not waking up next to you every day.

I know we don’t know each other at all. I know this is crazy. I know it’s a lot of things that people would say we shouldn’t rush into, but I need to grab hold of you and not let go.

One thing I know is that we’re not guaranteed happiness in life, and when you do get some you should hold it close. So please… Marry me. Be mine.

Holy SHIT… my CO just walked in with my letter. Leave got approved! I’m coming home three weeks before your due date, and I get another nine weeks after that. We’re gonna be a family, Bubbles… you and me and Mia. My family.

I didn’t want to pressure you, but my old college buddy is a real estate agent, and he sent me an email with this listing for a great house just on the other side of town from your apartment. If you and Mom can go look at it and tell me what you think… I know I’m asking a whole lot, I’m asking you to move while you’re pregnant, but I’ll pay for packing and moving. You won’t have to pack a goddamn thing (except maybe that purple lace stuff… please).

It has three bedrooms, two baths, a nice backyard that could hold a swingset for Mia (don’t laugh at me, I know I’m getting ahead of myself).

If you like it, just say the word and I’ll put down the down payment on the house. You’ll have to go to the bank and do your part of the mortgage application, but I have all these military bennies and a guaranteed lock on a good mortgage rate, and I never felt like using them before, but they’re all yours. I’m all yours.

I know it’s a lot, it’s a LOT to ask, sweetheart, but I need to know that you and Mia are settled in a big, nice place before she comes. And the minute I get back you won’t have to lift a finger ever again, my love. I’ll break my back to make you comfortable, if that’s what it takes.

All my love, Frankie

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scorpio-marionette · 2 years

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Thanks for the tag @mindidjarin

pumpkin spice or gingerbread // horror or supernatural // hocus pocus or halloweentown // painting pumpkins or carving jack-o-lanters // vampires or zombies // beanies or scarves // oversized sweaters or favourite sweatshirt // orange or black // apple pie or sweet potato pie // corn maze or haunted house // apple picking or bobbing for apples // trick or treating or staying in // diy costume or store bought costume // cinnamon or nutmeg // hot cocoa or apple cider

I've never actually carved a pumpkin. Fun Fact lol

NPTs: @misspearly1 @supernaturalgirl20 @sturkillerbase @minky77 @writer-darling @writeforfandoms @whataperfectwasteoftime

#tag game

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 1 year

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Surprise!

A Frankie Morales writing Game

I have been playing with this fic idea, but then I thought, this would be a fun writing game. So here it is!

Rules:

If you want to play please reblog/comment this post and I will write you on the tag list for the game, so everyone knows who wants to play

If you do not want to play anymore, let me know and I'll take you off the tag list

Every letter has to be in a new post; do not add your letter in a reblog

Please link this post when you're writing the next letter and mention me so I can add the newest letter and warnings to this post

Like with every fic add warnings/wordcount etc. and use the read more thingy

The letter can be as long or as short as you want it to be

Everything is allowed plot wise.

make sure to tag the next writer at the end of your letter

if you have any questions drop me a DM

Have fun!

Summary: Frankie gets a surprise letter overseas early into 18-month mission from you.

Pairing: Francisco Morales x fem. reader

Warnings: unplanned pregnancy

One - Her @toomanystoriessolittletime

Two - Him @supernaturalgirl20

Three - Her @prolix-yuy

Four - Him @misspearly1

Five- Her @scorpio-marionette

Six - Him @boliv-jenta

Seven - Her @sturkillerbase

Eight - Him @absurdthirst

Nine - Her @quica-quica-quica

Ten - Him @just-here-for-the-moment

Writing Game Tag List:

@toomanystoriessolittletime // @supernaturalgirl20 // @scorpio-marionette // @misspearly1 // @kybitchcrystal // @boliv-jenta // @prolix-yuy // @meandorla // @quica-quica-quica // @absurdthirst // @ilovemanypeople // @just-here-for-the-moment

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misspearly1 · 1 year

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✨🌸💙 SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨🌸💙

Oh Char! Thank you so much, my love. I think you are wonderful too and such an amazing friend. ily ❤️

There's no way I can only send this to ten other blogs, so instead, I'm going to tag as many people as I can. Ya'll are amazing!!! 🥰

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#spreading the love #Amazing people!#Thank you ❤️

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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Clueless

Pairings: Din Djarin x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, mutual pining, Din being clueless, Established sexual relationship, live sick idiots, mild reference to smut.

A/N: req by @sturkillerbase for idiots in love. “You’re so cute. What did you just say? I said you look like a boot.”

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Din couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t think, he couldn’t focus. He felt hot under all that beskar and he was vaguely aware that Cara was talking to him - rambling on about staying here, settling down. Why is that when she said that, all he could think about was you.

You, the mechanic he had taken on almost a year ago. You, who had broken down all his walls and pierced him straight in the heart. You, whose hands knew exactly where to touch to comfort him. You, who came along and filled that missing piece of his puzzle. You, who was currently playing with Grogu and the other children - putting thoughts of you holding a baby of your own in his head, his baby.

“If you stare longer, you’ll burn a hole into the side of her head.” He fell forward slightly, startled by what Cara had said before quickly recovering.

“What are you talking about?”

She smiled up at him - that sly smirk she always has around him - her eyebrow quirked. “The only person you're fooling is yourself, Mando. Plain as day that you love her.” He’s just as bad as she is. She stood then, coming to stand beside him - her gaze drifting over to you.

“You better tell her before someone else snaps her up,” she says with a tilt of her head in your direction. Din follows her line of sight to find one of the local men talking to you. His hand reaches out for you and touches your arm and you laugh at whatever he’s said. It’s like a knife has been thrust into his gut - twisting around for extra effect.

You turn then - as if you can feel the heat of his gaze - and catch him staring. A sweet smile spreads across your face and you wave at him. Din clenches his fist as a wave of anger or jealousy - he’s not quite sure - washes over him. I can’t watch this. He moves away from Cara and storms off, leaving you staring after him with a confused look on your face. Your eyes meet Cara’s and she just shrugs before walking off. Maker, these two love sick idiots.

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Sometime later, Din arrives back at the hut - having spent most of the day avoiding you - to find you dressed in a skimpy dress. He’s frozen in the doorway at the sight of you - dress clinging to the curve of your breast, flowing out at the waist. You look ethereal.

There’s a slit in the dress that he hadn’t noticed until you move. He can see the skin of your leg all the way up to your thigh and it’s making it impossible to breathe. Suddenly, the beskar armour weighs heavy on his shoulders - all he wants to do is reach out and touch you. Really touch you. Without the armour, without the gloves - without the barrier between you both.

“Din! Are you ok? You’ve been gone all day, Grogu was upset he couldn’t find you.” You're standing directly in front of him now and he lets his eyes roam over you - hidden behind the safety of the visor. He can feel the heat coming off you - searing into his skin. Your scent - apples, cinnamon and something indescribably you - fills his nose from under the helmet and his brain short circuits.

“You’re cute!” He freezes. Did I say that out loud?

“What did you say?” You say with a soft smile on your face. You know exactly what he said.

“I said you look like a boot.” Trying not to laugh, you reach out to touch his arm but before you can - he pushes past you making his way behind the curtain separating your shared space. You stare at the space he occupied seconds ago, mind reeling. Does he feel the same way? Turning to follow him you're interrupted by Omera and Cara entering the hut.

“Ready to dance and get drunk on spotcha?” Cara says as she wiggles her hips. They both stand staring at you, waiting for a response. “Eh..can you give us a minute?”

They share a look before turning back to you and nodding. “Can you take Grogu?”

“Sure”, Omera says as she bends down to pick him up. Once they leave you turn towards the curtain, heart racing. I need to know.

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Din paced the length of the small space he occupied - embarrassment flooding his veins. Dank ferrek!

He’s ruined things now, he knows he has. You’ll think he’s an idiot and leave. Everyone leaves. The only one consistent thing in his life is Grogu and he doesn’t have much of a choice. I need to get out of this. Din begins pulling off his armour - piece by piece - throwing it on the ground haphazardly. He hears Cara and Omera talking and he figures you left for the celebration. It’s safe!

With both hands on either side of his helmet; he lifts it off. Holding it in his hands, he stands there and stares into the visor - his face reflected back at him. The mandalorians are his family, took him in when he was most alone in the world - he owes them his life. They are also his curse. Living by a strict creed that allows no one to see his face, not even the ones he loves.

You can never get too close. How could you when there is a barrier of beskar between you both. In the last couple of months he’s longed to find a peaceful planet somewhere in the galaxy - quite like Sorgan - and settle down with you and Grogu. Maybe you’ll agree to marry him and you can have a child of your own. She’ll never love you.

“Oh Din I’m…I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean…”

Din turns towards your voice to find you w or h your back turned away from him and your hand covering your eyes. She saw my face! You have two options here, kill or marry.

Din tosses his helmet. The loud thud as it hits the floor echoes throughout the hut. He moves toward you now, slow and steady - like any quick movements will spook you. He reaches out to touch you and his heart races upon contact. He loves the feel of your warmth under his touch. Searing into his skin.

“Mesh’la, it’s ok.”

“No! No, I made you break your creed. I’ve ruined everything Din. I’m sorry…so sorry,” you say with a sob. He turns you around and places his hands gently on your cheeks.

“Mesh’la please, look at me.”

“No. I can’t. I…I won’t. I can leave…I won’t tell anyone what I saw…please don’t kill me.”

His heart clenches tight. I could never kill you. “I won’t kill you. I can’t, even if I wanted to. I…I love you Y/N and I want you to see my face properly, so please look. He pulls your hands away but your eyes are shut tight. “You can’t be a Mandalorian anymore Din, I made you….I’ve ruined it all…”

“I can still be a Mandalorian. I love you and I want you to see my face. I want to give you that. Give you all of me. Marry me?” He whispers beside your ear.

Slowly you open your eyes and you're met with the most beautiful brown eyes you’ve ever seen. You take him in. His hazel eyes, his brown hair that’s slightly dishevelled from the helmet and the light facial hair he has along his jaw. He was beautiful.

“Will you marry me?” Your eyes search his, and you see the sincerity in his gaze. A smile spreads over your face.

“I love you too Din. I have for a long time. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Din reaches down and his lips touch yours in a soft kiss. A moan slips past your lips and he devours it with his. Pulling back he leans his head against yours - his eyes gazing into yours. “Just repeat after me. Mhi solus tome, Mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde”

You repeat what he says word for word and then he reaches into his back pocket and places a ring of beskar into your finger. “What did we say?” Din smiles - his eyes glued to the ring, his ring, adorning your finger before looking straight at you.

“We are one when together, we are one when parted, we share all, we will raise warriors. They are mandalorian vows.”

“So we’re married now? That was easy.” He chuckles before his lips meet yours again in a heated kiss. His hands begin to roam a little and you can feel him harden against you. “Maybe we should start working on those warriors?”

A growl emanates from deep within his chest as he grabs your ass tight, pulling you close. “How long do you think we have?”

“Hmm, I’d say maybe an hour before Cara comes to find us.”

“I can work with that.”

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#pedro pascal #din djarin x fem!reader #pedro pascal x reader #din djarin x f!reader #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin imagine

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littlemisspascal · 2 years

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New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

@sturkillerbase @ozarkthedog

New Works Added ✨

@multifandomfanfiction Maxwell Nothing Without a Woman or a Girl / Oberyn For a Thousand Years

@supernaturalgirl20 Marcus P Confession

@whataperfectwasteoftime Marcus P The Crucible

@just-here-for-the-moment @katareyoudrilling Marcus P Your Assigned FBI Agent is a Secret Freak

@kayleezra Ezra Cheeks

@flightlessangelwings Pero As Loud as We Want

@mindidjarin Din Tremble

@simp4hotch Din Touch-starved

@clydesducktape Din Echoy’la

@pedropascalsx Dieter Courage

@forever-rogue Dieter Better Boyfriend

@hardlyinteresting Frankie Trailmix

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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sturkillerbase · 2 years

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Worried Sick

Summary: Steven had been missing for several days. After looking for him everywhere, you keep going to his flat hoping that he'll eventually come back home. When he's finally back, he has a lot to tell...

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader - reader's gender is quickly mentioned twice.

Genre: fluff, very slight angst.

Warnings: cursing, small mention of scars, seeing and touching said scars. Nothing beyond that.

Words: 2,6k

A/N: My first Moon Knight work!!! Still insecure on writing Steven (and the other two), but hopefully this is good enough. Let me know what you think! Also I couldn't come up with a good title idea. Oops :/

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"STEVEN!"

Half of London had heard you yelling his name, he was sure of it.

Steven turned around quickly, following the sound of your voice. He was about to enter his building when he heard you. He'd just come back from Cairo that morning -or at least that was his latest memory of being back to London, even though he had two fishes now- and had left home to buy some groceries.

Your sight was a relief for him, and he smiled fondly at you once he spotted you amidst the crowd. But once he saw the feral look on your face as you stomped your way to him, his smile dropped and his eyes widened - he knew he was in trouble.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" You yelled again, despite the fact of being almost in front of him already. Once you got to him, you pushed him by his shoulders. "You absolute mad man! I was worried sick!"

"... Hello there." Was all he managed to say for now, in that shy, wavering voice he had whenever he got nervous. You sighed, and the crease between your eyebrows disappeared.

"Where were you, Steven?" You hugged him, and he nearly dropped the paper bag he was clutching on his arm. Eventually, he was able to lace his free arm around your waist, not holding you too tight, too shy to do it. "Are you okay? What happened?" You questioned him, in a controlled voice now, but still filled with concern. "Your phone was out of range. I came to your flat several times. Met an old lady who said you tried to assault her?! Hell, I even went to your job and that Donna bitch said you'd been fired! What the bloody hell is going on, Steven Grant?" You looked deep into his eyes.

He opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to come up with a reasonable answer. He had no idea where to begin, and he was sure you weren't going to believe him at all. After vanishing for several days, he thought saying 'I went to Egypt to help Konshu, an Egyptian God, stop Harrow, a crazy old man, and Ammit, another Egyptian goddess, from killing half of the world' would earn him a punch in the face. Which was understandable. Maybe he even deserved it. He could've contacted you, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't think about doing so several times, but he had no idea what to say to you.

"Talk to me, Steven." You said when he didn't say a word, holding his shoulders firmly in your hands. "Are you in trouble? Is someone else involved in this? Please, let me help you, Stevie." You were basically begging him.

He sighed before speaking.

"Come in. I'll make you that tea you like and then I'll tell you everything." He gave you a reassuring smile, and you couldn't help but hug him again. "Alright." You said, nodding with your face buried into his chest. You had been so, so worried.

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After making tea and assuring, several times, that he was alright now, he sat down on the couch with you, and proceeded to tell you everything. From the very beginning. You knew he had sleeping issues, and now he knew what those “issues” were, and told you about Marc. He told you about who Marc was, about the deal with Konshu, about Harrow and his insane plan. He told you about Layla, too, which did make you feel jealous, but you did your best not to let it show. He told you every single thing there was to tell, with the exception of his childhood memories. That was a too delicate subject that required more time to be talked about. He wasn’t planning to hide it from you, it just wasn’t the right moment. He’d dumped a lot of information on you already.

You were so confused during the whole story. So shocked that you didn’t even ask him anything as he went on. And you were still speechless once he was done.

He was sure you hadn’t believed a word. That you were shocked by how much he was lying to you, and not by the story itself. He mentioned that there probably were videos of the events on the internet, considering how things are nowadays. But you didn’t need to see them, having seen them all on the tv news, on newspapers, on group chats, everywhere. The crazy, inexplicable events that had happened in Egypt on the last few days did not pass unnoticed by those who were outside of it. And, hell, the sky had fucking rotated faster than lightspeed and absolutely no one knew what the fuck was that. You’d seen that one with your very eyes.

Sure, this being all over could just be used by him to come up with such crazy lies, trying to cover up whatever it was that had actually happened from you. But you knew Steven better than that. You’d met at the park just a little over a month ago, when you spotted him talking to the living gold statue guy. You figured they were friends, catching up while the older man worked. But once Steven was done talking about the events of his day, you couldn’t help but comment on it and offer him advice. He turned to listen to you, and after that, you’d talked with the then stranger for over two hours, without even asking each other’s names. When you parted ways, you felt sad that you hadn’t gotten his contact info. But to your pleasant surprise, you found him on the very same spot the next day. You talked everyday ever since, both amazed by how fast you had bonded. And both silently amazed by having fallen for one another so fast.

He was looking at you intently, afraid that you would walk away from him for never to return.

“The suit.” You finally spoke “Can I see the suit?” That would be proof enough.

“I… You see, we made a deal with Konshu. That he’d let us go once it was all said and done. So, uh, no suit anymore…” he explained. “Nothing’s really at my side here, is it?” He asked, scratching the back of his head.

You bit your bottom lip, looking at him. By this time the tea in your mug had cooled off, no longer helping to ease your tension and concerns.

“It’s hard to doubt things when the one telling them is someone you trust deeply.” You gave him a half smile.

He smiled back at you, looking so small on his spot on the couch. It was nice knowing that you trusted him, but it was heartbreaking to think he had just completely broken that trust. Suddenly, he realized that he had something that he could show you and maybe prove his story to be true.

“I have the scars. From the bullet wounds, you know, from when Harrow shot me.” He watched you. “I—I can show them to you, if that serves for anything. I didn’t have the suit on when it happened, so although it healed me when I came back, I still got to keep the scars.”

You gave a it a thought, then nodded, placing your mug on the coffee table. Steven got up, and held the hem of his shirt.

“They-re, uh, on my chest. So I, um, I’m sorry for this.” He said, panicky and blushing.

“It’s okay.” You assured him, getting up as well.

He lifted his shirt, clearing his throat in the process, and looking away in shyness the moment your eyes dropped to his torso and you walked closer.

The scars were there, two patches of pink flesh on his chest. They hadn’t healed completely just yet, still recent enough for their color to be of a pink tone instead of a very pale tone of his tanned skin. You got closer to look at them, and he could feel your breath on his skin. When you brought your hand up to touch them lightly, Steven jumped a little, surprised by your action. His cheeks blushed harder. He wanted to look at you so bad, and at the same time he was absolutely ashamed of doing so. The turmoil in his head as he decided if he should look at you or not was almost more intense as Marc and him fighting for control over the body.

Hesitantly, and moving his eyes to every direction as he moved his head, he finally looked at you. When he did manage to properly look at you though, he couldn’t take your eyes of your face, your gaze curiously studying the marks oh his chest as your fingers traced them subtly.

“Does it hurt?” You asked, still looking at his chest.

“Sometimes. But not much. Nothing to worry about” he answered, watching you study him. The scars were not the best proof he could give to you, but they were all he had.

You nodded, giving him a low hum in response. Once you were satisfied with what you were seeing, you drew your hand away from him, lowering it. It was at that moment, as your gaze dropped, that you saw his abdomen. You didn’t mean to stare at it, but the shadows and highlights it captured caught your attention, and you arched an eyebrow in confusion.

“Since when do you have abs?!” You asked, straightening your back, looking at him and then back at his abs. You knew he was not one to hit the gym. So however great he looked, you were so confused. He widened his eyes again, taken back by your question.

“Um, I have no clue. I’d have to ask Marc about that.” He confessed.

“Oh…” was all you could say. Still staring at them, you felt a great urge to touch them, but contained yourself and instantly cleared your throat, looking back at his face. He lowered his shirt back in place.

“This is all I can offer you as proof.” He said as he smoothed the fabric of his shirt.

“It’s okay. I… I believe you.” You told him.

“You do?!” his eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped slightly.

“I do.” You smiled.

“Wow, that’s—That’s crazy. I don’t think I would believe myself if I heard all of this shit, but… Wow” He was talking faster, adrenaline taking over him. “I was so sure that you’d punch or slap me. Or maybe even throw hot tea on my face, immediately leaving after that never to look back.” You giggled at that.

“I’d never hurt you, Steven. And, yes, I believe you. Anyone would think I’m crazy to do so, but…” you paused, and then let out a long breath. “I just know that you wouldn’t lie to me”.

“No! No, I would never! Never have and never will” he promised. “… Thank you” he whispered at last.

“It’ll take me a while to process it all properly, but no need to thank me. Just know that I will be asking so many questions once my brain settles down” you and him both chuckled at that.

“I don’t mind. I’ll answer all of your questions.” He smiled at you, looking at you fondly. It wasn’t the first time he’d looked at you like that. And every time you felt like you could melt entirely.

You sighed once again, and stepped forward rapidly, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him tight, breathing in his scent. He allowed himself to hold you just as tight as you were holding him, closing his eyes to relish the moment.

“Kiss her, man! I know that you like her. And she obviously likes you, too. Just kiss her.”

Marc spoke inside Steven’s head. Steven ignored him. The best he could, at least.

“I have a question for now.” You said, bringing him back from his quick moment of annoyance towards Marc.

“Shoot.” He answered.

“Is Marc always there? Is he watching everything that you do?”

“No, not all the time. We can interact sometimes, and that’s easier now that we’ve acknowledged each other. But he isn’t here all the time. In fact, most times we’re very far away when the other is in control, and we don’t share all of our memories.” He explained, patiently.

“I see” you said. You were still hugging each other. “Is—Is he there now?”

“No” he lied.

“Don’t worry, bud. I’ll let you be now. But if you don’t kiss her today I’m making you do it next time” Marc said, leaving with a chuckle.

Steven wanted to grunt, but he held back.

It’s not like he didn’t want to kiss you. He’d wanted that for a long time. And he had missed you during those days he’d spent away. But he couldn’t believe that a girl like you would ever like a man like him. Especially now that you knew he had a mental disorder. You’d most likely not want to deal with that.

“So…” you continued, voice unsure. “If I kissed you right now, I wouldn’t be kissing Marc as well, right?” you held his shirt in your fists as your heart hammered strongly against your chest.

Steven opened his eyes, not believing what he had just heard. Did he hear you correctly? He gave it a thought and, yes, he did hear you correctly.

“No, you wouldn’t” he did his absolute best to play it cool. “Well, it’s the same body, technically. But no, I assure you you would not”.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” you asked in a low voice after reuniting all of your courage just to ask him that. If Steven could fight mercenaries, jackals, a guy assisted by a crazy goddess, and sand zombies, you could ask him a question, however daring. You weren’t 100% sure that he liked you back. But you had to try, right? And after these past days of being in absolute panic due to his sudden disappearing, you were more aware than ever of your feelings towards him and how much you craved to kiss his lips.

“It’s okay” he whispered back, just as anxious as you, hearing his heartbeat against his ears.

You loosened your grip slowly, looking at each other with eyes filled of nervousness, happiness, and eagerness.

He cupped your cheek with one hand, keeping the other on your waist. You held onto his shoulders, getting on your tiptoes ever so slightly to reach his lips. Closing your eyes, you closed the distance between you two.

It was a shy kiss at first, none of you having the guts to go further into it. His lips were soft and warm.

He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you closer. When you parted your lips to gasp at that, he took the chance to deepen the kiss. It was all you had dreamed of and more. He was so gentle, so soft, so invested and focused on the moment. You were thankful he was holding you, or else you could’ve melted and slipped out of his grasp. As for him, he was grateful to be holding on to you, just as lost and completely taken by the moment as you. He too felt like melting at your touch, at the feeling of your lips and tongue against his.

When you parted for air, he was the first to speak, forehead leaning on yours.

“Can this be a thing between us from now on?”

“Gosh, I was hoping you’d say that.”

#moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #moon knight fanfiction #oscar isaac #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #sturkiller writes #sturkillerbase

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becksxoxo · 2 years

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Had to stop following and follow you again because I messed something up by accident when your blogs notif showed up to me. I don't exactly what went on but I hope it's fixed now lol sowwy 🥺

Oh no! 🥺

Damn this site, but I'm glad to have you back @sturkillerbase 🖤 I hope you've had a good day.

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lucienlowell · 3 years

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Just read Urizen X Demon reader and now I DESPERATELY need a second part where Vergil meets that demon again (also imagine Dante finding out and Vergil trying to explain except he can't shfkdjsl)

pffff oh my god XD This would be ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT but alas I do not think I am up to the challenge of it. Anyone else want to take a crack at it mayhap? @synchronmurmurs maybe?

#askity ask #sturkillerbase

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scorpio-marionette · 1 year

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Suprise!

5 - Her (Once More)

Letter 5 of the Surpise Writing Game

(Please see masterlist for more information)

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Implications of masturbation, sappy romance, being hopelessly in love

Word Count: 314 words

Banner by @toomanystoriessolittletime

Her

Frankie,

God, you still know how to make me blush! I don't look as good now as I did then in that skirt, but no, I don't mind. In fact I love that you still think about that night... just like how I love that you want us. Me and Mia. You picked the perfect name!

I'm going to need a minute (or more) after reading your letter (again) to compose myself. How do you have such an effect on me and you're still so far away? And is it wrong to say that I can't wait for you to come home? I want to hear your voice so much! But I also want Bean to hear you too. I just want to watch you whisper to her. Letting her hear her papa's voice finally. I'll settle with facetiming if that's all I can get right now.

Bean hasn't been too hard on me. She's still a bit small though she's getting bigger. My breasts on the other hand have tripled in size over night or something. They're heavy and need a lot of support so I'm making the switch per the doctor's orders. I get dizzy once in a while, but I have to take time to stretch so that my legs don't cramp up on me.

Your mom has been an absolute delight. She showed up with bags of groceries and new supportive shoes for me. She caught me completely off guard (and I teared up a bit too).

I really hope they approve your leave. I want to make plans for you to be here when she finally starts kicking, and for her birth.

Yours completely,

Bubbles

P.S. Would it be okay to ask your mom for one of your shirts? I want to wear it to bed and think of you. It's okay if it's too soon for that though.

Tagging @boliv-jenta for the next part

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#steph's writing game #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #the surprise #writing game

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kpopchangedme · 4 years

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Bang Chan's Midnight Somewhere?? *Chef's kiss*

Midnight Somewhere [Bang Chan]

#bang chan #skz #bang chan x reader #stray kids #sturkillerbase

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misspearly1 · 2 years

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Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me, @scorpio-marionette & @boliv-jenta 💜

Which one of your fics would you enjoy the most if you were able to read it for the first time?

This easily has to be Fair Trade for me and that's because I wrote about my little girl in there, (my dog, Fizzy). There was moments I did cry typing things up about her, so this story in particular means a lot to me.

Which fic are you most proud of? Why?

Stumbling love. This was my first story every, (about Joel Miller). I like to look at that one and compare it to my newer pieces, to show myself how I have progressed since then.

Is their a work you would like to do over again? For any reason, to perfect it, to relive writing it, ect.

Ahhh, yes. Surprise Birthday Party for Frankie Morales. First story I wrote for the Pedro Fandom and all I can say about that is... I'm sorry.😅. Joking aside, the idea and concept is there, I just didn't execute it well when writing it up, so a do over would be nice I suppose.

How do you feel about comments/reblogs/likes?

These are amazing tools to help your favourite blogs keep providing content, so keep telling your favourites blogs what you're liking about their work.

For me, I love the feedback. Reading the feedback on my own work and other peoples work brings a huge smile to my face knowing that someone has enjoyed the story or a particular moment, especially with the way people express themselves with the feedback, the gifs make me giggle.

Is there a fic that you were shocked to find other people liked? Why?

Maybe Beloved Bloater. I love reading sex pollen fics and I wasn't too sure if my own readers would enjoy my first written sex pollen work. I was pleasantly surprised that they did enjoy it, which only enables me to write more 😉. Again - the feedback helps to let your fav blogs know what they're readers are enjoying.

Is there a fic you wish more people had liked?

Honestly, I am struggling to find a fic that I am disappointed with on the likes, so my answer would be no for this one.

Is there an idea that you were excited about but just didn't pan out?

Ahhahhaa... yes. 😅 Self doubt has caused me to change things in my fics once of twice in the past, but I do have a particular story concept about a bad boy Joel Miller beating some guy up for calling the reader a slut sitting in my google docs because I thought it may have been 'too much'. So, it just sits there collecting dust.

How do you feel when you post a new fic?

I do not know if I should be anxious but I am honestly not. I press that post button, close my laptop/phone and get back to my life. Making a coffee, watching tv or going to work and check my blog after some time has passed, then reply to my readers, find mistakes in my fic and fix them, etc.. I am not perfect and neither is my writing, so I won't allow myself to stress over it. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I do and it's a pain in the ass haha. (Like right now, I'm on a hiatus because it was starting to become too much worrying).

NP Tags: @joelsrifle @something-tofightfor @supernaturalgirl20 @sturkillerbase @rcughroad @winchestershiresauce

If anyone would like to join, please do so. I have really enjoyed reading your responses to these questions 🥰💜

#tag games #These questions are really good #I have enjoyed reading other peoples responses as well as typing up my own

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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Mi vida, Mi amor, Mi alma

Pairings: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, small reference to sex (nothing graphic), mention of pregnancy, Javi/reader being oblivious.

A/N: this is a request by the lovely @sturkillerbase from the friends to lovers prompt list. “How do I know if I have a crush on someone? Well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when there around and then you want to - why are you looking at me like that?

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Javi loved you. Completely and irrevocably and everyone could see it - except you. Having been friends since you were both children you were inseparable, and in that time he’d fallen madly in love with you.

It didn’t happen all at once. There was no sudden burst of emotions. No! It was slow and steady and grew deeper with every smile, every laugh, every movie marathon. You knew him better than anyone and you accepted him for who he was.

Javi would buy you these beautiful gifts hoping that you would figure it out but you saw him as nothing more than a friend. Or so he thought. The night before his birthday would change it all.

***

You were standing on the pier waiting for the boat to arrive, a nervous energy flowing through you. Javi was having a lavish birthday party in two days and you wanted to get him something memorable.

Having your fathers money at your disposal made your choice in present more accessible. That and you had friends in high places. Gabriela came to stand beside you, a smile on her face.

“He is going to love this Y/N, he might pass out.”

“I hope so. I really want you his to be special for him, he deserves this after everything with his father.”

“He will I promise you. It will mean even more that you did this.” You turn to ask her what she means when the sound of a boat approaching distracts you. Here we go.

“Mr Cage, welcome to Mallorca.”

“The guy that owns this house - what’s his name?”

“Javi.”

“Look, if Javi wants me to suck his dick or fuck his wife or watch me watch him fuck his wife, that's a no-go. Do you understand? Es no bueno.”

You are trying so hard not to laugh - which is not helped by the fact that Gabriela is looking at him in utter disbelief.

“Mr Cage, or Nick, can I call you Nick? He nods. Javi isn’t married, doesn’t even have a girlfriend and even if he did, he wouldn’t want to do that. No need to panic. I’m Y/N by the way, I’m the one who paid to have you here.”

“Nick Cage.” He says before pounding his fist into his hand and bowing. Jesus your his guys a bit much. “Ok well if you’d like to follow me, we can take you to your room and then after you freshen up we’ll surprise Javi.”

***

Javi was standing on his balcony, wearing that shirt you love and oh fuck, his speedos. God he’s so handsome. Shaking your head a little - trying to rid yourself of those illegal thoughts - you make your way towards him slowly. Coming up behind him you wrap your arms around his waist, startling him.

“Querida! You scared me.”

“I’m sorry Javi,” you say with a huge smile on your face.

“What’s going on? You have that look on your face, the one you always have when your up to no good.” He’s smiling down at you now, his finger gently brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What?”

“Well it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you now would it? Come on,” you say grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind you. His eyes drift to your gorgeous ass and he can feel his cock stir to life. He quickly looks away and tries to distract himself. Think of something else, anything else.

When you reach the patio area you turn to him abruptly. “I’ve got to cover your eyes now Javi.” You pull out a black stain blindfold and he bends a little to help you out it on him. Locking your fingers with his you slowly move towards the pool.

“Ok, I’m gonna count to three and then I’m gonna take it off.”

“Ok. Is my surprise here?”

“Yes Javi is here. Ready?”

He nods his head and you move your hand to the back of the blindfold. “One…two…three.. surprise!”

Javi let’s his eyes adjust for a second before he realises what or who is standing in front of him. “Nick Cage?”

“At your service.”

“What? Did you?” He turns towards you now, a tsunami of emotions written along his face. His eyes searching yours for clarification. “Surprise! I wanted to get you something special and I know how much you love Nick Cage so I thought why not bring him here for your birthday. Are you happy? Do you like it?”

“Happy? Like it? Y/N I love it, this is fucking awesome…it’s the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten. Thank you thank you thank you.” He says hugging you tight and spinning you around. He lowers you back to your feet and your eyes meet for a brief second and you swear he’s gonna lean in and kiss you, but he doesn’t. Of course not. Why would he?

“Mr Cage I am a big fan, I love your work I’ve seen all of your movies.”

“Thank you. Why don’t we have a drink and chat a little?”

“Yes please! I mean…yeah sure…cool.” You giggle a little at his excitement and before you turn to leave you whisper in his ear, “don’t forget to tell him about your script.”

A shiver runs through him at the feel of your hot breath on his neck and he turns to watch you leave, a huge smile on his face.

“She’s quite the woman.”

“She’s the only woman. I mean she’s amazing. I mean…we’re friends.”

Nick is looking at him now as he sits in the longer beside him, a sly smirk on his face. “You like her don’t you?”

“What? No! Yes! We’re friends.” Javi was watching you as you disappeared through the glass doors.

“So you’ve said. She likes you too ya know.”

He whips his head around, almost giving himself whiplash. “What do mean?”

“You really can’t see it? Well I suppose I am an actor, I can pick up on these things. All I’m saying is that if you made a move, she wouldn’t turn you down.”

***

It’s been almost 24hrs since Nick told him you liked him too and he can’t think about anything else. Did you like him? No, surely not. Did you?

You stir beside him on the couch, snuggling into him a little more as you both watch Paddington 2. His arm is wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers running along your arm. “How do you know if you have a crush on someone?” He blurts out suddenly, catching you unawares.

You sit up and turn towards him a smile slowly spreading over your face. “I knew it! I knew you had a thing for Gabriela.” What? No I don’t. It’s you. I love you! “Well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when their around and then you want to - why are you looking at me like that?”

The whole time you were rambling on, he was looking at you like you hung the stars. Like you were the only woman in the world. Hell you were - to him at least. “I love you. I love you so much and I don’t mean as a friend. I love you as so much more than that and I want to….”

You cut him off with your lips as you lean in and kiss him passionately. “I love you too, you big softy.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I do.” You say as you straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands are placed firmly on your waist as you kiss passionately.

“Oh shit sorry…didn’t mean to interrupt. Continue,” Nick says as he closes the door behind him. “Don’t forget to use protection!” He shouts through the door and you both burst out laughing.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I thought you’d never ask. Yes.”

Paddington 2 was long forgotten as you both made love in front of the fire, over and over again, making up for lost time.

***

The last year has been a whirlwind. First you and Javi finally admitted your feelings and started dating. Then his cousin Lucas went absolutely crazy and tried to kill Javi and Nick and now - they both had a movie coming out.

Flashing lights almost blinded you as you walk the red carpet with Javi, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. He was so excited for this, his dream come through but he was even more excited to tell Nick the news.

“You look absolutely beautiful, mi alma,” he whispers in your ear, “glowing.” His hand unconsciously rests on your lower stomach, completely forgetting that the world is watching.

“No way! You sly old dog.”

You both turn to see Nick walking towards you, arms outstretched for a hug. Both men embrace before Nick gives you a gentle squeeze. “Tell me I’m not wrong? He got you pregnant?”

You smile brightly as you nod your head, Javi pulling you close. “Well would you look at that. A movie, an engagement and a baby. I’m happy for you Javi. You deserve it, you both do.”

“Nick! Nick! Over here.”

“Well duty calls. Let’s catch up when it’s over yeah?”

“Yes we’d like that.”

“Oh and I hear Nick is a good name for a boy or a girl.” He says with a wink as he walks away. You both smile at him before you turn to Javi with a serious tone. “We are not naming our child Nick.”

“I wouldn’t.” You give him and questioning look and he smiles as you, “ok I would, but I won’t call our child that I promise.”

“Come on, we’ve a movie to watch.” Javi smiles as you walk slightly ahead of him, thanking his lucky stars that he could finally - in two weeks time - call you his wife. He had everything he ever wanted.

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