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1 year of souryoong — here’s some of ash’s all time faves! ☆
☆ i truly want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for being with me throughout this year on this site. it’s actually so crazy how it’s been only a year? time really does fly by. Before I posted "at the studio" I was metaphorically blowing dust off of my writing chops. (kind of an odd saying lol) I was absolutely terrified to say the least about joining this site and sharing my writing. But I am so so so glad I bit the bullet and chose to post my story because it has brought me to so many great things and even greater people! I love every single one of my followers and mutuals, whether we talk or not, if youre a silent reader, or if you constantly like/reblog my works. Nobody is just a number to me, you all mean everything to me. Im hoping that the career path and education that I have chosen for myself is not ~too demanding~ so I can be here for more years to come. I'll cut myself off before I write a damn novel because sometimes I don't know when to shut up.
☆ I didn’t want to do some extravagant “game” to celebrate because I feel like most of my followers probably wouldn’t be into it, so instead I’m showing my love outward. listed below are some of my all time favorite works from some of my mutuals and other authors. Some of these works are ones that inspired me to start posting my own writing, and others are just some of my really old faves from when I first joined that I have yet to forget about. I’m not sure if everyone in this list is still active, but nonetheless here are some of my all time favorites!
list is below the cut!
*everything marked “18+” contains sexual content*
☆ cybersex – myg (18+) | @gimmethatagustd
the whole point of being a phone sex hotline operator is that you’ll never have to meet your clients. So what are you supposed to do when you find out your favorite client is your brother’s best friend? (wc: 14.6k)
☆ the sheets – kth (18+) | @kth1
on your night out with the gals you get hit up by the one and only, Kim Taehyung, who’s been eyeing all of your Instagram stories. It’s no shocker that he attempts to get you back to his place once you finally decide to leave the club because this isn’t your first rodeo with the determined and insanely hot, fuckboy. (wc: 6.8k)
☆ enemy – kth & jhs (18+) | @btssmutgalore
when your friend with benefits Hoseok becomes too busy to keep your thing going, Taehyung volunteers to fill the spot. fic is a series.
☆ message received – jhs (18+) | @minisugakoobies
hoseok sent you a message. will you listen? (wc: 1.7k)
☆ helping hand – jjk (18+) | @yoonieper
a double blind date was your suggestion. everything about it should make him happy, but this sinking feeling just won’t go away. allhe wanted was to get it over with. (wc: 23.4k)
☆ hard liquor – myg (18+) | @chateautae
your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you. (wc: 8k)
☆ drip – myg (18+) | @here2bbtstrash
yoongi fingering you until you squirt. (wc: 4.8k)
☆ your yoongi – myg (18+) | @yoongiphoria
there is no one you could love more than your slightly tipsy, beautiful yoongi. (wc: 2.9k)
☆ untitled drabble – myg | @delugguk
playing with each others hair, they love each other. sigh...I want what they have. (wc: 598)
☆ love signs – myg | @norcula
min yoongi and producer reader going through daily life. (fic is a series)
☆ private lesson – myg (18+) | @dntaewithluv
Your little sister finds it odd how you've been taking private lessons from her piano teacher for over a month now, but she hasn't heard you actually play even once... (wc: 5.5k)
☆ the landlord – myg (18+) | @ppersonna
your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave. good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have. (wc: 4.3k)
☆ suga’s how-to guide – myg (18+) | @sailoryooons
Min Yoongi has been a cam boy for a few years now. The work is easy, the money is good, and he has loyal viewers. When he approaches you and asks if you want to be his muse for a ‘how-to’ series, your view on the infamous Yoongi changes. fic is a series. (wc: 25k)
☆ mixtape – myg (18+) | @sailoryooons
Growing up with Yoongi as your older brother’s best friend was bound to manifest a crush. It was small, fleeting. Gone with age and time. On a holiday trip to the cabin, you’re reunited with Yoongi after not seeing him from two years. Maybe that crush wasn’t as over as you thought it was. fic is a series. (wc: 68.5k)
☆ lost in your light – pjm (18+) | @thepurpleghost
you and Jimin are the best of friends since fourth grade until the tables have turned one weekend wedding. Crazy confessions after some tequila body shots. (wc: 5.6k)
and btw, my official tumblr date of birth is 8.5.2022 🎂 posting this a day early because I don’t want to forget.
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Hi :)
I wanted to start here by giving you some fic recs of some of my fav stories/mostly drabbles I've read here.
How I'm a slut for fluff, there'll be a lot of it, like, A LOT.
Favs of all : 🌼
Let me get started with the whole reason why I downloaded this app (I'm serious)
And also my boy Yoongi
The love of my life :
I actually started reading this at Wattpad and got so addicted that i needed more. Now I just can't stop thinking about it and everything i do reminds me of it. Yes. I'm yoongi biased (actually Yoonjin). 🌼
I actually don't know if I recommend some of if or just the whole page :/ everything it's just so beautiful lol I'll just rec my favs :)
Prepare yourself to suffer :
(i don't think I'll ever be able to look at rain in the same way. I highly agree it's cloud piss)
This one actually made me cry, it's so sweet. 🌼
This is CANDY SWEET. I love you @indgio, i love you lol
Okay. Here's more Yoongi stuff cause I'm whipped.
🌼
https://at.tumblr.com/poutyniall/i-was-thinking-about-how-yoongis-first-i-love/bdcy7bjab4ew
https://at.tumblr.com/your-daily-biaswrecking/yoongi-is-cooking-but-when-yn-comes-home-she/ja0kv6uny3ys 🌼
https://at.tumblr.com/ijungkooki/day-2-yoongiswitching-places/ny5f0p8u0dkg
https://at.tumblr.com/bluewhale52/almost/y5ce8kgs0fbq
https://at.tumblr.com/poutyniall/i-can-see-yoongi-as-the-type-of-boyfriend-to-in/odvl5fyz4052
https://at.tumblr.com/jjkeverlast/colorful-lines-myg/gaf8tgvj6t8b
https://at.tumblr.com/norcula/a-drabble-series-involving-min-yoongi-and/jtvv1yk9yhmn 🌼
https://at.tumblr.com/yoongiphoria/sweet-toothache-myg/mzzf51zak4ih
https://at.tumblr.com/indgio/1643-myg-yoongi-cant-help-the-smile-that/peeguu80eyy9 🌼
https://at.tumblr.com/kookiesbuckethat/yoongi-x-freader-genre-angst-to-fluff/h8m5nexhz3a1
https://at.tumblr.com/namfinessed/genre-major-angst-fluff-second-chance-romance/0gcij73hmj0n
https://at.tumblr.com/blue-jisungs/poor-kitty/3q79j8mdd9wu 🌼
https://at.tumblr.com/eoieopda/can-i-request-a-drabble-with-darksidedyoongi/t1fedf3mf9zf
https://at.tumblr.com/herecomesjoon/a-lovely-thing-to-wake-up-to-this-is-very-sweet/ng38zcxflff2
https://at.tumblr.com/justanotherstarlightmonger/ice-cream-makes-everything-better-myg/5y9881zdqlxm
(i relate a lot to this one, since i have migraines)
https://at.tumblr.com/sailoryooons/hi-for-your-writng-event-id-like-to-request-a/7vypphp1hs2f
https://at.tumblr.com/kooksbunnnn/helping-hands-min-yoongi/p1ixviegnkth 😳
https://at.tumblr.com/champagneher/midnight-kiss-min-yoongi-based-on-them/7k7scbx7nv
https://at.tumblr.com/yoonlattesworld/purity/5fwfb2swa1ux 🌼🌼🌼
https://at.tumblr.com/yoonlattesworld/having-a-bad-anxiety-attack-while-yoongi-holds-you/m31dbzqmdibl
https://at.tumblr.com/yoonlattesworld/his-world/tqqfdz999v6f
https://at.tumblr.com/parkdatjimin/i-finally-have-my-request-what-about-ancient/xttd74l2xrg3 🌼
https://at.tumblr.com/aphrodijin/swing-life-away-min-yoongi/oaq9s6tj3u8u 🌼
https://at.tumblr.com/jjkeverlast/unexpected-lovers-myg/eqqmw26aq5sl 🌼
(This was way much prettier, i promise. It's just the third time I'm doing it, so my small patience is running out)
NOW... (for the third time) I'll recommend some profiles i LOVE
@indgio love you
@jjkgyu i love their reacts so much
@bangtan-sonyeonddaeng i highly recommend this for the ppl who like BTS reacts
@jjkeverlast yeah. Just yeah. I don't really know what to say lol ... Borahae haahah
@personasintro MIMI HAS MY SOUL.
And last but really not least: @onlyswan ... They have me entire heart for themselves. Thank you, just ... Thank you lol. I love SO much their drabbles and they make me so happy and comforted. I slept at 2am yesterday cause I couldn't stop reading fluffy Jungkook lmao
Well... Guess this is it (and i really hope this time Tumblr helps me ;-;) this was basically me being a simp for the boys, mostly Yoongi ahahaha
Enjoy these Yoongi, (a little bit of) OT7, and the biggest bias wrecker of my life: Jeon Jungkook:))
That's it! I hope you enjoy these stories as much as i did ☺️
See you next time <3
- Soo Soo 🌼
#i cried with almost all of these but I'll blame it on my period#bts fluff#fluffy fluffs#bts ff#bts x reader#bts#bts yoongi#bts fanfction
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thank you for tagging me, @dindjarinispunk! 😊 i know it took me forever but i finally did this 🥳
hardcover or paperback, romantic or thriller, fantasy or sci fi, audiobook or ebook, slow burn or crush at first sight, happy ending or open ending, childhood friends to lovers or enemies to lovers, exes to lovers or fake dating, forbidden love or soulmates, au or crossover
tagging: @seawhisperer, @yespolkadotkitty, @sirtadcooper, @norcula and anyone else who'd like to give this a try! 💕
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I don't know what to think about this one (except that my brain is screaming PRINCE DIN 😂 do you get the same vibes ?)
I have few ideas for my next drawings about Din, but tell me ! What color would you associate with Din ?
Hope you'll enjoy this drawing 💛
Tag list : @javierian @bee-dameron @dindja-rin @findhimfives @alliterative-albatross @frannyzooey @moonlit-djarin @thewayyoutasted @queridopascal @norcula @ramsaybolton0612 @chibsytelford @purrrrfect @moonsoflothal @bumblebee-moreno @mypedrom @trashcora @nemo-my-name-forevermore @manndo @insomniamamma @dearspacepirates @udontadixonlover @icanbeyourjedi @firehart9 (I hope I didn't forget anyone !)
If you wanna be tagged on my next drawings, I'll be happy to add you on my tag list, don't be afraid to ask 💛
#pedro pascal#the mandalorian#star wars#drawing#portrait#sketch#art#black and white#fanart#the mandalorian fanart#pedro pascal fanart#din djarin#din djarin fanart#mando#triple frontier#francisco catfish morales#prospect ezra#maxwell lord#wonder women 1984#max phillips#bloodsucking bastards#oberyn martell
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Loving You Is A Losing Game - Chapter 1 || Javier Peña x F! Reader
Gif by: @norcula
Summary: Javier Peña is a lot of things. He would even admit he’s a liar, easily. But how far is he willing to go in this latest deceit, if it means taking down Escobar? Will he lose what he’s been so desperately searching for his life?
Warnings: Angst, angst, aaannnngst, (‘not so much in this chapter but overall) lies, swearing, drug references, murder references (it’s the Narcos world people), mentions of prostitutes(not derogatory)
AN: Thank you @damntonystarkandhissmile for the request, I loved it as you know, and had to turn it into a mini series 😌My first Javi fic 👀 Sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this on my phone and it’s super late, but I wanted to get it out to you. I’ll fix it up in the morning 🥰
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Chapter 1 || Chapter 2
Many kids would tell you that their parents don’t like them.
That they don’t get on. They’re mean. Weird.
Usually, it’s because their parents won’t let them go out and get drunk, or that they won’t buy them that really expensive sweater that they’ll just lose or rip.
You were one of those kids.
Except in your case… Your father really didn’t get on with you. Or love you.
Hell, you weren’t sure if he even liked you.
And that was the truth. It was fact.
Not because he didn’t give you what you wanted but because that was the way it’d always been.
Even through childhood, you knew he didn’t care for you more than he felt he had to.
You didn’t shout at each other, you just… simply didn’t get on. There was no love there, at all.
And again, it really wasn’t because he wouldn’t buy you something, or he tried to tell you who to date.
No, it was because he worked for Pablo fucking Escobar.
The biggest drug kingpin in Medellin.
Your father was one of Escobar’s closest men, not quite a sicario, but certainly more than a lackey.
He knew all the comings and goings of the drugs, knew who was who and who was trusted - or not.
He was in Escobar’s inner circle, and he was proud of that.
Didn’t care about the drugs that ruined people’s lives, the workers dying to make their precious cocaine - or the murders that the kingpin’s men so willingly committed.
One might think it odd that a man like that had a child, but it hadn’t exactly been his choice.
The little information you had gleaned had informed you that your mother was a prostitute, a girl working in one of the many pleasure houses in Medellin in order to make her money. And to find safety, because even though those houses were full of men with dark intentions for women… It was a home. A sanctuary compared to what she’d previously lived in. Or rather, escaped from.
But things between them were based on lies anyway.
He never told your mother what he was, who he had devoted his life to.
And so, when you were born and your mother regrettably couldn’t care for you anymore, she dropped you at your fathers’ doorstep.
It broke her heart to lose you, but she truly beloved it was the safest place. She’d tried everything she could to keep her beloved daughter close but... After one too many close calls, she couldn’t risk your life anymore.
And she thought your father would be the true sanctuary she never got to have.
How wrong she was.
Your father took you in, albeit reluctantly. Maybe there was a scrap of decency in him after all.
Or maybe he just thought you’d be useful.
As you grew up, you always knew he wasn’t… ‘good’.
Whether it was the late hours working; the shady visitors or the room you were forbidden to go in that smelt funny - it was with an instinct far beyond your age that you knew a relationship with him was a lost cause.
And that was okay.
You kept your head down, studied hard at the school he dumped you in and… You flourished, to be honest.
Excelled at your classes, settled into your own personality and made a handful of really good friends.
It was as if you saw everything your father was, the sick darkness, the corruption, the disgusting loyalty to a monster like Escobar… and you simple decided to be the opposite.
You were kindhearted, loyal to the end and the most helpful person anyone around you knew.
No matter the time or place, you were always there for someone. Whatever they needed, you would be right there waiting with open arms and whatever they required.
You wanted to put sunshine into the world, spread happiness and joy as if you could erase the stain from the dark men who tried to ruin it.
Sometimes, this kindness and rose-tinted look on the world did get you… not so much into trouble, but it opened you up to pain.
Some people tended to take advantage of your warm heart, using it their own ill wishes to get what they wanted.
It wasn’t your fault, you just always believed in the best of people (aside from Escobar, your father and the others of course) and assumed that those asking you for help were genuine.
There wasn’t a bad bone in your body, and whilst people respected and adored that about you… There will still those you were learning to be wary of. But you believed the world had good in it, you just had to find it. A fight you would gladly take up.
Of course, somewhere like Medellin was a battle in itself.
In fact, all of Columbia was a battle.
You could have moved out, moved on and forgotten all about it, but something kept you here, drawn to this place.
It was dark, gritty and sometimes people wound up dead only a few blocks down from your home but despite that, this was still a beautiful place.
With the lush green growth, the ever-burning sunshine and the flurry of people coming in and out… It was beautiful.
Everything was here for you.
Family, friends…
And Javi.
Ah, Javier Peña. Your boyfriend.
Even now, you got a thrill from saying that.
A DEA agent with all the tolerance and frustration of a wet cat. He was snarky and sarcastic, with what seemed like a permanent scowl etched onto his ruggedly handsome face.
He had a bitter way of looking at the world sometimes, but he was hell-bent on fixing it. Much like you.
He was amazing at his job, forever going above and beyond to rid Columbia of its weeds and poison.
At first glance, he was your complete opposite.
And he was, in a way.
But you always said you were two sides of the same coin.
You were his light, and he was the storm that weathered your brightness before you burnt out.
You had met by accident really.
You and your friends had decided to go out for the night, to your favourite bar further in town.
The drinks flowed easily, the music was constantly beating and the atmosphere always perfect.
The staff got on well with your group, and more often than not, you were passed free drinks and food from them.
You were at the bar that night, when the door had opened and in walked two men.
Ordinarily, you would have done a quick glance over, and then gone back to your conversation.
But this time was different.
The man you saw first was tall, sandy blonde hair and an easy expression on his face.
The other man behind him however… You couldn’t look away.
Messy brown hair that appeared to have been styled previously but now fell over his forehead in tumbling loose curls - perhaps from running his hands through it in frustration?
Impossibly rich brown eyes that you could see even from here, darker than his hair, darker than the liquid in the glass he ordered from the bar and deeper than your favourite chocolate cake.
He walked with that predatory grace that showed he knew where he was and who was around him at all times.
This was man that knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.
But not in the same way as your father… No, this man… He was different.
And you were intrigued.
You turned back to your friends, waiting for a break in the conversation respectfully before chiming in, “Hey, who are those two guys that just walked in? I’ve never seen them in here before.”
One of your friends, Serena - a girl with flowing inky hair and caramel-coloured skin - looked over at the men and a wicked smile crossed her lips, “Oh, you mean those two? That’s Steve and Javier.” She nodded her head first to the blonde, and then the dark haired man. “They work for the DEA, they pulled us in for an investigation once.” She said this lower, because you never know who may be listening.
Your eyes widened, looking between the bar and your friend again sharply, disbelief colouring your tone, “They pulled you in? What did you do??” Blinking rapidly, you tried to imagine a situation in which your friends would be called in by the drugs authority.
Serena snorted, waving her hand dismissively, “Oh, c’mon, nothing like that. You always assume the worse.”
Saying nothing, you merely raised an eyebrow.
Your friends were the wild ones in the group.
You tended to be the one to make sure they were all okay, and everyone got home safe.
Even when you were drunk, you were still the carer.
And more often than not, it had been your quick thinking and easy smile that had gotten you all of out of some potentially sticky situations.
She looked at your expression with narrowed eyes, then conceded, “Fine. You’ve got me there.” She fiddled with the straw in her cocktail, condensation dripping down the side of the glass from the hot Colombian air. “We were in another bar, further away and it was known to occasionally host the odd… Unsavoury member or two.” She looked at you through her eyelashes, letting you know what she meant by ‘unsavoury.’
Instantly, your palms grew a little slick and your neck prickled. And it wasn’t from the heat.
Serena knew about your father. She was the only one who did, who you trusted enough to tell one night when you were flat out drunk, too intoxicated to care, and it had all come out. You had to tell someone, anyone.
But you always had this reaction when anyone talked about Escobar, drugs or his men.
No one else knew who your father was, but it didn’t mean that someone couldn’t work it out.
You had done your best to try and avoid any association, but with the scurrying rats spying in this city, who knows where the information would end up? Which authorities were already watching your every move, waiting to use you?
Serena was carrying on with her story, so you tuned back in, “They came in one day we weren’t there, looking for information and I guess someone had told the boys we were in there a lot. They took us to their headquarters and asked us if we knew anything or had seen something.”
Leaning forward, you sucked a deep mouthful of your own drink, but the ice had long since melted. It was more to give yourself a few moments to soothe your reaction, to calm your racing heart.
You looked back at her, swallowing the cool liquid, “And? Did you manage to help?”
Serena shrugged one shoulder, the strap of her dress slipping down, and she left it there, no doubt to draw the attention of the many men and women ogling her - She would have her pick of who. And if she didn’t want them, she’d leave them pining after her whilst she strutted from the room on those gorgeous legs, curves swaying and hair gleaming.
“I’m not sure. We told them what we could but… The guys that go there to do those sorts of shady things, they hide it well, obviously.”
A noncommittal noise left your throat and you looked over yet again, immediately drawn to the darker of the two.
Only to find him already watching you.
Those umber eyes were trained on you, pinning you to the seat and making you feel as though you were being stripped bare.
Like he could peer straight into your soul and see simply everything there.
His tongue darted out, chasing a drop of alcohol leftover on his lower lip and the movement set a deep fire in the pits of your belly, burning hotter than the Colombian heat.
A man with a tongue like that knew how to use it.
Oh my god, were you seriously lusting after a stranger, a DEA agent to be precise?
Heat danced along your neck and cheeks, making you curse under your breath.
The darker man, the man creeping through your soul was standing sideways at the bar, the stance causing his pale blue shirt to pull tight at the arms, setting a gorgeous contrast against his honey-tanned skin.
He didn’t take his eyes off you, lips murmuring as he spoke to his friend, who had his back to you.
His expression was unreadable, apart from a faintly intrigued twitch to his otherwise impenetrable demeanour. He had you trapped, heat crushing your skin as he still pinned you with that predatory gaze, like he couldn’t decide whether to chase you, leave you there or devour you whole.
Before the stare got any more intense, before you were sliding from your seat and gliding over to him, you were pulled back into your conversation.
Over the span of the next two hours, you felt his heavy gaze more than five times, felt it’s weight on your skin like a brand and it left you unsettled - but in a good way.
It been a long time since anyone had set a blaze within you, sent that feeling of butterflies soaring through your chest and belly.
It had been a long time since someone had undressed you with their eyes.
You had looked up at one point in a lull of conversation, only to find that they were gone. Just like that, vanished.
Disappointment had shot through you like a spear of cold ice, because for the last forty-five minutes, you had been working up the courage to… To do something.
Maybe a wink or… To hold his gaze for longer than five seconds.
Would you ever see them again?
It was likely if they were DEA, but he probably wouldn’t remember you. A man like that?
Absolutely not.
And you hadn’t seen him.
Not for a week.
Not until you were walking down the street one afternoon, lost in your own thoughts that were certainly not of agents with dark hair and even darker eyes.
And then suddenly, with all the cliché in the world, you had walked into something firm, warm and definitely human.
“Watch it, cariño.” A low, rough voice. Raspy yet somehow smooth, like it had honey poured over it. And the tone… Nothing biting or sharp in there at all.
It was… Something else, but definitely not vicious.
Already anticipating who it would be, your head snapped up, breath stilling in your throat.
There he was.
Standing taller than you, head cocked slightly and those dark, dark eyes watching you with thinly veiled curiosity… And a deeper gleam.
Again, like he was watching something he wanted to eat. Slowly.
You’d let him.
Your cheeks flushed just a little at that repeated unbidden thought and you swallowed, throat bobbing, “Sorry, I was distracted. Did I hurt you?”
He chuckled, and gods above, the sound was again like warm honey sliding over your bones, caressing you and making you dissolve, “Not at all. I just wouldn’t want you bumping into someone less forgiving - or friendly. You never know who you might meet on these streets.” He watched the movement of your throat, rubbing his forefinger and thumb over the moustache in a movement that was oddly enticing.
He flicked his eyes back up to yours, but not before gazing at your mouth with that peculiar fire, like a flame underwater.
Oh, you knew a lot of unfriendly people.
Tilting your head the other way to his, you smiled angelically at him, “Well, I’ll thank my lucky stars that I ran into someone just like you.”
He hummed softly, narrowing his eyes slightly at you in thought, “Do those stars allow me to take you for a drink? Or would that be… Inappropriate?”
Fuck, the way his deep baritone purred over the last word… It was as if he was running his tongue along your hot skin, tasting you.
Heat coiling low in your belly, you threw your eyes up to the sky in mock thought, as if listening and then dropped them back to those umber pools, “I think I can manage. I don’t even know your name though.”
A faint grin tugged his lips, “Javier Peña.” He held out a large, tanned hand.
The name whispered through you like a siren call as you told him your own name, sliding your hand into his.
Javier repeated it, making it sound like a caress as his hand enclosed yours.
A shudder ran through you, bringing forth even more images that weren’t appropriate for such a first meeting. “Lead the way, Javier. I warn you though, make one wrong move and I’ll throw you to the wolves.” You mimicked his previous purr, knowing it was at odds with your appearance.
Javier looked back at you, something appreciative and glittering in his eyes as he laughed again, “Oh, I don’t doubt it, cariño.”
And that was that.
You had gone back to a local bar for drinks, losing yourself in the time and the rough, yet velvety personality of this man.
He didn’t really say much about himself, but he had a way of asking you things no one ever really had before. Asking you things that you’d never thought about.
Like what would you be doing if things were different?
What’s a dream you had in childhood there no one else knows?
If you could take on the life of a book character, who would it be, and why?
He was wholly different to anyone you’d had before, and you wanted to learn everything about him.
You had spent so long on the topic of you, and know you wanted to learn about him.
Even though he skirted around a few questions, you lapped the information up and stored it.
He did tell you about why he stayed in Columbia, why he chose to be in the DEA - but you still didn’t glean much.
That was okay though because what he didn’t say, he made up for in the looks he gave you.
The slight smile that tilted up the corners of his lips, made his eyes twinkle and his entire face light from within.
The intense, burning gaze, head cocked to the side and two fingers rubbing along the edge of his moustache again - his large hand capturing your attention for longer than you’d care to admit.
And then that had been history.
A few more ‘dates’, a few more slow starts and working out of boundaries and… then he was your boyfriend.
Your friends had warned you when you told them.
Warned that he had a darkness, the same as all the agents had working in a corrupt country.
And they also warned you that… He had a bit of a history with the same types of girls your mother had been.
Had an affinity for them, using them for information and getting them out of the country - and not without a heavy, fast fling too.
But… you didn’t care. You saw the broken man within, saw the determined agent wanting to make his country whole and free of the rot.
And to be honest, you didn’t see much of the supposed womaniser he was. Not that you didn’t believe them - but he was (perhaps uncharacteristically) soft with you, warm.
He was a good man, working through his troubles and finding solace in you.
For once, something good and strong had come into your life, and nothing could take it from you.
Right?
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Javier Peña was going to go to Hell.
Not that he didn’t know this already, but with what he was up to lately… He almost certainly had a first-class ticket and express boarding now.
That thought had been going round and round his head for the past couple of weeks.
Lately, it had been getting to him.
He couldn’t really say why either, it just did.
Any time, any moment of the day.
Even now, as he tidied up after the dinner you’d cooked together.
It was killing him.
The lies turned to ash in his mouth, leaving behind an acrid taste of shame.
The sweet smiles you shot him were like daggers to the heart and the soft, twinkling laugh only he could bring from you sounding like a taunt.
“Liar, liar, liar, liar.” It would hiss, following him from the room.
He tried to tell himself he was simply doing a job, doing what he was asked but he was lying to himself then.
He’s done plenty of things that anyone would be ashamed of, all in the name of trying to do good. And of course, they made him feel bad, but… Not like this.
Not this sickening twist of his gut, or the guilt that lay heavy and stopped him from sleeping - even more than usual, that is.
He’d started drinking and smoking more too, burning through his alcohol and cigarettes at a pace you of course picked up on.
When you asked him, concern and worry in those enchanting eyes, he’d merely shrugged it off to stress of the job.
It wasn’t exactly an untruth but damn, it felt like one.
Especially when you cupped his cheek with such tender care, kissing him softly and coaxing him to bed - where you showed him just how skilled you were at relaxing him, taking his mind off ‘work.’
Fuck express boarding. He was getting a personal escort to the pits beyond.
A shrill ringing caught his attention, breaking him from his spiralling thoughts and he turned around, momentarily confused.
The phone.
It was ringing.
He should answer that.
Javi stared at it, then went over and answered like a normal person, “Hello?”
A slightly grumpy, slightly suspicious normal person, but hey. Points for trying.
“Hey, Javi.” It was Steve. “Sorry for the late call,”
Lately, there were no ‘out of hours’.
Some days, the boys wondered if they would be better off just living at the office.
He was already itching for a cigarette.
Javier eyed the packet of cigarettes on the counter, “Nah, it’s alright. What’s up?”
A sigh came through the slight static of the line, “Look man, I know you can’t rush it but… Have you got anything from her yet? Anything at all we can use? Carrillo and the others aren’t gonna give us much longer and we need to nail these fuckers.”
Ah, there it was.
The call back to reality.
Javi’s eyes moved from the cigarettes to the bottle of bourbon he’d abandoned earlier on, “No, nothing yet. No more than what I told you the other day… I can’t push it too much. It’ll bet too obvious.”
Leather creaked and Javi knew Steve would be leaning back on his couch, rubbing his forehead. already smoking.
“I thought as much. She’s the best lead we have, you can’t fuck it up.” He sighed again, more of a groan, “I just wish we could storm right in there and haul them all in.”
Javier was already stalking across the kitchen, snatching up the alcohol and decanting it into a glass before Steve had finished his sentence, “Yeah, I know, I’m with you. Boss says we need something concrete to go on. Which is bull. I’m working as hard as I can, but she’ll get suspicious otherwise. It’s a sore subject.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Let me know if you find anything, okay? Maybe use some of that charm on her. I know it can’t be your happy attitude that gets all those women to fall into bed tell you their darkest secrets.” Steve snickered, a smirk evident in his voice.
Javi bared his teeth at his glass, “Fuck off. You’re just jealous you actually have to work for it.”
He hung up, cutting off Steve’s retort before he even got two words out.
The thought of seducing you into bed to get information… No.
They were getting impatient.
There was only so much he could do to hold them off. He needed to get his head straight.
He needed to figure out what to do.
He needed -
“Hey, everything okay?”
He needed you not to be standing there.
How much had you heard?
Had you been there the whole time?
Fuck, he hadn’t even heard your footsteps come back from the bathroom.
You weren’t looking at him, so you didn’t see the brief flash in his eyes, the chink in the demeanour as he struggled for a believable answer, “Oh, yeah, bebé. It was just Steve. They’re struggling to get citizenship for Olivia in America in case they go home so I said I’d ask someone I know about it.”
Not entirely a lie. Just… not the truth either.
Steve was struggling, and Javi was looking into it.
That’s just not what the phone call was about.
But he could hardly tell you that.
Because then they’d lose the only lead they had.
“That sucks... If they need help, I can ask the girls? See if they know anyone?” You pulled a thoughtful face as you leant against the side, “You’ll probably have more luck than me, but I know Luciana had a similar problem with her son…” You swirled your drink around your glass thoughtfully, working how to solve this next problem.
Javi swallowed, rubbing his eyes as he ran the water to wash up the dishes.
Maybe this would have been easier if you were… less caring. Less good.
“Yeah sure, cariño. They’d appreciate any help they can get at the minute.”
The opportunity was there, might as well go for it.
“Steve is really stressed at the minute. Trying to juggle the shit with Olivia, keeping his marriage floating and then the dead ends we keep hitting with Escobar.” He huffed, shaking his head and turning the water off, “I wouldn’t be surprised if he yells at Carrillo in the next day or so.”
Javi felt you looked over at the back of his head, practically hearing your face of concern, “It’s that bad again? You’re really getting nowhere?”
He knew that hated to hear when your boys were stressed out. Javi was pretty much sleepless most nights, but there was just you with him.
For Steve to be juggling a marriage, a baby and his job all at the same time, in a city that still didn’t fully welcome ‘gringos’. It killed you. You had said many times before how your heart went out to him. How you wished you could help.
You already are, baby.
He nodded, concentrating on the water. It was easier this way. “Mmhm… We just keep hitting dead end after dead end. People are losing their lives and Escobar and his band of freaks are spreading like poison.” The bitterness in his words wasn’t made up.
He hated the man.
Hated him and his band of psychos and everything they did and stood for.
The day they were all behind bars - or six feet under - would be the day he would finally rest properly.
Even if he had no idea what he would do with his life when he was free of Escobar.
Although, on reflection, the job would never be done. There were still more cartels and drug lords to take down.
You were still talking behind him, the worry and frustration clear in your voice as he turned the water off, “I just… I wish there was some way I could help. It kills me to see you all so stressed like this. It’s not fair.”
Javi swallowed, his throat working as he shook his head dismissively, abandoning the dishes and coming over to you instead, “Nah, don’t worry about it, baby. It’s no different to what normally happens. Usually, he just yells at me for not telling him something or for smoking too much, he had an argument with our superiors and then he’s fine.”
He leant against the counter, stretching his legs out and reaching forward to gently pull you into the space between his legs.
“Don’t worry about it, really.” He kissed your cheek tenderly before placing a cigarette between his lips. “How was your day?”
He threw his lighter back on the side after igniting the end, breathing in a lungful of the poisonously addictive smoke.
You slid your arms around his shoulders, curving into his body and you tilted your head back as you groaned at the ceiling, “Long. I had some mail still going to my father’s house, so I had to go and pick it up.”
Javi heard the way the words, ‘my father’ twisted in your mouth, your lips curling slightly in disgust as you call the man the words he wouldn’t ever deserve.
Anger seared through him, like the smoke he heaved into his lungs every day.
Another man that deserved a fate in the dark.
“How was it? Did he say anything to you?”
He stroked down the side of your face, trailing his fingers down your neck and he slid his hand across the back, cradling your head.
Your eyelashes fluttered as he cupped your head, taking the weight for you, “He was prattling on about some meeting. Mumbling that he could tell this person and that person, find something out.” You huffed, “I didn’t really listen.”
Javier’s interest peaked, and he hoped you wouldn’t feel the sudden thump his heart had taken. “A meeting? Did he say what the meeting was about?” He kept his voice soft, even.
Made sure the lungful of smoke curled from his lips in a smooth motion, rather than a jagged breath.
You shook your head no, eyes closing again, and you rested your forehead against his jaw, “Nope. Even if he did, it was all just white noise.”
Damn.
Disappointment spread thick through his veins.
Yet with it, came relief.
Because if you had no new information… He wouldn’t have to call it in.
Javier pressed little butterfly kisses to your hairline, rubbing his fingers into the back of your neck, “You don’t have to see him again for a while now, baby. Don’t think of him… don’t give him that satisfaction.” He murmured the words, rubbing your lower back and keeping you arched against his body.
He liked this.
No, he adored this.
The way you turned utterly boneless in his touch and sank against his body like it was your haven.
A non-committal noise left your throat, and you merely snuggled closer, your fingers pushing into the hair at the back of his head just the way he liked.
Goosebumps danced down his spine, warming his bones and he let his eyes close.
He’d still have to go to work tomorrow.
Be called into the office and asked again if he’d found anything out.
If you had given up your father.
How much more time Javier needed.
He would deal with the guilt, the shame, the anger that they were making him do this - and the disgust at himself for actually doing it.
But for now… He could stand here in the kitchen with you, the crappy tv in the background with your head against his jaw and the scent of your shampoo wafting around him.
For now, he could just pretend.
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#request#Javier Peña x reader#Javier peña fan fic#Javier Peña#narcos#narcos imagine#Pedro pascal#Pedro pascal x reader#Pedro pascal imagine#Loving You Is A Losing Game series
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codenamewitcher’s Weekly Fanfic Recs for Jan. 10, 2021 - Jan. 16, 2021
DO NOT read fics marked 18+ if you are under the age of 18!
Din Djarin
You Done? (Oneshot) by @triangularjuice Din Djarin x F!Reader, Din leaves the reader and the Child to go hunt a bounty, when he comes back things getting heated between Din and the reader. Warnings: 18+, smut, language.
Dad and the Dog (Oneshot, 4,7k words) by @dincrypt Din Djarin x Reader, the Child gets a puppy and the Mandalorian’s dislike for the animal isn’t as it seems. Warnings: fluff, SPOILERS for the Child’s name
Francisco “Frankie/Catfish” Morales
dreamboat (Multiple Parts) by @mudhornchronicles Greaser!Frankie Morales x F!Reader, set in the 1950s, the Reader moves to a new school where she meets Francisco Morales and his friends who call themselves “The Bandits”. The Reader finds that she’s willing to bind a few rules in order to be with Frankie. Warnings: language, drinking, smoking, mentions of racism, death, and war, suggestive comments, fighting.
Javier Peña
Hope that it’s Hopeless (Oneshot, 1k words) by @norcula Javier Peña x F!Reader, the Reader and Javier have a rocky relationship and tenstions between the two get high. Warnings: 18+, language, smut
Rule (Oneshot) by @nikkixostan Javier Peña x F!Reader, the reader has a rule on dating, a rule that Javier has yet to hear of and questions things. Warnings: language, drinking
love me, sweet (Oneshot, 0.9k words) by @pedrosbish Javier Peña x Reader, Javier realizes the type of feelings he has for the reader. Warnings: fluff and angst.
Marcus Pike
the portrait of love (Oneshot) by @writings-of-a-hufflepuff Marcus Pike x Reader, Marcus and the Reader go to a gala for his job, while there he has worries that the reader may not be interested in art works but that isn’t necessarily the case. Warnings: none
A/N: So sorry this list is so late, I’ve been busy all day today and yesterday!
#din djarin x reader#din djarin x y/n#din djarin x you#din djarin imagine#frankie morales x reader#francisco morales x reader#catfish x reader#javier peña x reader#javier pena x reader#marcus pike x reader#frankie catfish morales x reader#frankie morales x you#francisco morales x you#the mandalorian x reader#the mandalorian x you#the mandalorian x y/n#the mandalorian imagine#mando x reader#mando x you#mando x y/n#pedro pascal x reader
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End of the Year Appreciation Post
Hi lovelies! This year has sucked, a lot. No need to go through the specifics because that would just be too much. But, in this past year I decided to write on this site, not knowing how this would change my life in a few ways. I found a love for writing that I didn’t know existed, I was able to improve my writing, but most of all, I was able to come across so many people that made me a better person.
So with that being said, I couldn’t end this year without doing an appreciation post for all the people that have crossed my path! I want to thank you all for being such amazing readers, creators, and just awesome people all around! You all have made me feel so welcomed on here and have given me a chance to find beautiful artwork and stories that make my days better. ✨🤍
@longitud-de-onda @moriamithril @velvetmel0n @keeper0fthestars @mostly-megan @steeeeeeeviebb @rachdjarin @ohpedromypedro @ben-is-a-hoe @halfwaythereroyal @zeldasayer @yespolkadotkitty @agirllovespancakes @dindisneydjarin @themandadlorianbod @prdsdjarin @mostly-megan @squidlywiddly87 @1zashreena1 @mandohatesdroids @ezraslittlebirdie @max--phillips @lilangeldevil006 @ithinkwehitametaphor @surfsup666 @foxlace @maybege @themangolorian @sleepwithacommunist @someplace-darker @gyuapo @javierpenaspinkshirt @auty-ren @pascalisthepunkest @zaniasky @norcula @pedro-pascal-love @burdened-with-awkward-purpose @otherthingsinhead @soylaprincessa @ripleyafterdark @hopelikethemoon @phoenixhalliwell
if you’re not on here, don’t worry! I will likely add you to my reblog of this when I find more people because this is not the complete list. These are just the names that have popped up in my head while making this post. But nonetheless, I appreciate all the love and support that I have received from my time on here, and I hope that we all have a better year than the one that we have just lived through.
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To all the homies, I can’t thank you enough for helping me get through this year. From all of your incredible writings, and fanart, just simply shooting the shit, any and every interaction has meant the world to me. I mean, the lot of us coming together for our love of one dorky individual; it’s p cool being a part of this fandom and something definitely bigger than myself. I’ve said it before but will reiterate it again, thank y’all for allowing this straight up goof into your orbits. ✨💜✨
@pedro-pascal-love @autumnleaves1991-blog @dindjarinscape @lovelyasfcuk @stardelic @jollyrancher87 @a7estrellas @pascalsky @alwaysbethewest @norcula @themandadlorianbod @the-purity-pen @littlemisspascal @buttercup--bee @honeymandos @dornish-queen @ithinkwehitametaphor @softpedropascal @josepedropascal @anetteaneta @and-i-swear-we-are-infinte @teakstripe @everythinggeeky @manuphantom @pedropascalito @forever-rogue @pisss-offf-ghostt @allthingsnarcos @delorena @thisismyidea-of-fun @mrtommyshelby @wickedfrsgrl
I could literally go on. Y’all all inspire me with your works and even have me ready to put out my own art this new year. And even if I didn’t get to tag you, know I’m thinking of you too. Happiest New Year to you all, 2021 whats gooooood?!
One of my fave love memes by @gamingaquarius 💖
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three facts
Thank you @lordsmaxwell @littlemisspascal & @mandolydian for tagging me!
If you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself if you feel comfortable! Then send this to the last seven blogs that are in your notifications. Let's get to know the person behind the blog!
1. I'm a big fan of Hayden Christensen and way back in 2008 I was able to get a ticket to the Jumper premiere and ended up meeting/talking to him inside. He was super nice, shy, and very beautiful in person 😍 I don't remember exactly what I said to him because I was pretty star struck at the time and I didn't expect to actually talk to him but it was such a pleasant experience. I also saw him earlier that week on TRL - I have a cute story about that too (Yes, I went on that MTV show a few times...I feel old now LOL) Oh and I also met and talked with the director of the movie too, Doug Liman who also directed Mr. and Mrs. Smith and Bourne Identity.
2. The first concert I went to was Garbage / No Doubt / The Distillers back in 2002. Yes, that time they toured all together. It was so damn AWESOME. I'll always remember it! 💜
3. I really LOVE karaoke, especially if I had a few drinks lol...sorry Pedro! Although, I think he's full of it...he knows he loves it too! 😂
No Pressure Tags: @magsam @trashcora @jehdi-knight @buckypascal @mandalores @norcula @pascaluniversity
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pls headcanons about hopper + squirting 🥺
Again, I’m so sorry this has taken so long!! I hope you enjoy and that you’re doing okay!
This HC contains swearing, overstimulation, lots of fun finger stuff, some ‘good girl’s, and a touch of praise kink, so 18+, obvs.
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If You’ve Never Squirted Before
It started like any other night.
You and Jim Hopper are newly dating and still finding out what the other likes, and taking great pleasure in it.
‘Oh, fuck...’ you breathe as he places hungry, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, three of his thick, long fingers thrusting in and out of you, the pad of his thumb pressing down on your clit. Your hands are gripping at his hair and shoulder, your breaths coming quicker and higher as your orgasm nears.
‘Yeah, cum for me... C’mon, baby...’
When you do, slick walls gripping at him, hips arching, he’ll kiss down your throat to your chest, his fingers only slowing a little. He loves to prolong your pleasure as much as possible... but there’s something different about this time.
He usually slows gradually but he doesn’t, just continuing. Your fingers press into his skin, your mouth opening, and his lips will move to your ear.
‘This okay?’
God, you love how he checks in with you, it’s such a damn turn-on.
You nod quickly as the knot of pleasure in your lower stomach, still lingering and spreading through you, starts to heighten again, your back arching.
His head is at your chest, lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking firmly as his tongue circles it.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck...’ you chant breathlessly, one hand flying up from his hair to grip at the headboard to try and ground yourself.
‘You gonna cum again for me, baby?’ he murmurs against your breasts, mouth moving to your other nipple.
‘Mhm...’ is all you can get out, the sound short and high from the back of your throat.
His fingers fuck you through the waves of pleasure that wash over you for a second time, his arm by your head to hold himself up as your own body arches, longer moans slipping from your lips.
You try to catch your breath as his fingers slow a little again, though, again, only a little.
Hopper mouths his way up your throat to your lips, swallowing your breathless moans with light, lingering kisses.
‘You feel so good,’ he murmurs, fingers scissoring slightly inside you, flexing and rotating. ‘So fuckin’ wet for me...’
Your eyes are nearly rolling back as you groan softly, your hands now gripping at his shoulders. You’re so sensitive now, barely coming down from your first orgasm let alone your second... but it just feels so damn good...
And then his thumb starts to slowly circle your swollen, aching clit again
Gasping, your nails dig into his skin, your eyes now rolling back as you close them.
‘Oh, fu─uck...”
‘Still okay?’ he murmurs against your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss there.
It’s a few moments before you can speak, unable to stop your hips from rolling up into his touch slightly. ‘I don’t think I can... Don’t think I can cum again...’
‘Yeah, you can... You gonna give me one more?’
His eyes lock with yours... and, fuck, you want to.
‘... Yeah... Yeah, I can...’
‘There’s a good girl.’
Just those words pull a moan from you, and you feel his smile against your skin.
His fingers slide back a little, massaging, probing, curling... and he knows he’s found it when you cry out with unbridled pleasure, your head thrown back, teeth gritted. He curls them over and over, stroking and stroking as his thumb circles your clit.
‘Oh God, oh God, fuck, oh, God...’ Words and sounds fall from your lips, all you know and can focus on the pure bliss coursing through you.
And then a familiar yet unfamiliar sensation starts to rapidly build in your lower stomach.
Gasping, your eyes snap open as you look down at him, trying to find the words but you can barely speak. ‘Mmh... Think... Think I’m gonna─’
An intense flood of pleasure barrels through you as you release, gushing all over his fingers, hand and arm.
He practically growls, eyes darting from your face, to catch your every expression, to your dripping pussy, his fingers and thumb not stopping.
‘Fuck, yeah, soak my arm, baby... That’s it...’
You think you might have completely zoned out or maybe even passed out for a couple of seconds because suddenly his lips are on your forehead and his fingers are finally slowing to a stop.
‘Good girl, so fuckin’ good...’ he murmurs, his kisses so tender as his wet hand settles on your waist.
You can feel parts of his bare chest are damp, too, as he leans closer to you.
Holy fucking shit.
‘You good?’ he asks quietly, brushing his nose against yours.
‘Mhmm... Yeah... So fucking good...’
He chuckles as he captures your lips in a deep kiss.
After that, anytime you have an extended amount of time together he’ll try and make you squirt, taking great pleasure in doing so.
Which leads into...
If You’ve Squirted Before
Hopper has a designated towel for the ~ occasion ~ as he likes to call it. He just needs to appear in the door way, holding it in one hand, eyes fixed on you, and you’re already practically squirming.
He’ll watch your every reaction and expression, making sure he’s not pushing you too far, though he trusts that you’ll tell him if he is anyway.
He loves the absolute release it gives you, your entire body going slack as your mouth drops open.
And he loves it so much because he knows how much you fucking love it.
As always, he whispers the most sinfully delicious things into your ear, telling you how wet you are, to listen to the sounds your pussy’s making, to soak him and the towel, to make a mess.
Afterwards, he’ll always press the softest of kisses to your lips and forehead, giving you the time you need to come down from your high, hands stroking your thighs, stomach, waist. He’ll tell you how incredible you are, how well you did for him.
He’ll want to know exactly how it felt, how good it was.
Then, he’ll do all the cleaning up while you lie there, still trying to catch your breath, dazed. Wrapping his arms around you when he climbs back into bed, he’ll brush kisses along your shoulder and neck, ending up near your ear so he can murmur how much he loves you.
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#do i do hcs or just short drabbles#jim hopper x reader#chief jim hopper x reader#hopper x reader#jim hopper#my writing#flamehairedwritings
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that lost in space but with ice cream combo? it's me ✨🍦 @anatanotegami thank you for tagging me, sooo cute! 🥰
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🪐 tagging: @seawhisperer, @sirtadcooper, @norcula, @yespolkadotkitty, @ithinkwehitametaphor, @goldfearless.
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This took me SO long, it was driving me insane
I wanna scream because something feels so freaking wrong :'D
Anywayyy, hope you'll enjoy it 💛
Tag list : @javierian @brothersdrxke @dindja-rin @findhimfives @alliterative-albatross @frannyzooey @moonlit-djarin @thewayyoutasted @queridopascal @norcula @ramsaybolton0612 (I hope I didn't forget anyone !)
If you wanna be tagged on my next drawings, I'll be happy to add you on my tag list, don't be afraid to ask 💛
#marcus moreno#we can be friends#pedro pascal#drawing#black and white#fanart#sketch#portrait#art#the mandalorian#pedro pascal fanart#din djarin#din djarin fanart#the mandalorian fanart#triple frontier#francisco catfish morales#maxwell lord#wonder women 1984#kingsman golden circle#jack daniels#ezra prospect#prospect#narcos#javier peña
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I, K, R, V for the fanfic asks? (can’t remember if you’ve done these ones before fjdkdkd) - ellie 💜💜
I: do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?
i mean i'd argue that i refuse to feel guilty for enjoying things but i honestly will read any kind of soulmate au bc i am a slut for love,,, u already know how much i love writing angst
K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?
i mean,,i'm writing it??? but there was a very early idea for lacuna that involved din thinking rebel!reader was dead and (not unlike your kair'ta hcs) just seeing them randomly one day. only he went straight back to the razor crest and basically undid all of his emotional healing,,,emotionally torturing my favourite characters is my love language
R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) that you consider an influence?
ohh this is a long list but some of the fic writers i go back to a lot include @ohnopoe @norcula @qveenbvtch @ezramando @ezrasarm @keeper0fthestars @pettyprocrastination and (obviously) @brothersdrxke ,, a non-fic author i look up to a lot is becky chambers, i live for character driven works (which is probably why i love fic so much) and hers are just so real??
V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
this is a really hard one because i feel like if i did pick one whatever i'd write would be nowhere near up to the standard that the original is?? can i cheat and not say one?? bc fics are so personal i wouldn't dare think i could do justice to somebody else's idea (although an honourable mention i guess is our accidental cinematic universe)
ask me some fanfic questions??
#ellie babe did u sign off on this as if i do not know ur other url#bc that’s very cute but i know who u are#i have no idea if some of those tags worked or not#from liz#fanfic questions
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Thank you to @ithinkwehitametaphor for tagging me to create this picrew. I love doing these, so cute! lol
No pressure tagging: @norcula @trashcora @magsam @yespolkadotkitty @takemepedropascal @lovelyasfcuk @lyrafox
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Tagged by @norcula
Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better!
Last Song: Tuyo by Rodrigo Amarante (your fault, your fic got me in the mood)
Last Movie: Star Wars: A New Hope
Currently Watching: How To Get Away With Murder
Currently Reading: The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien and História da Bahia by Luís Henrique Dias Tavares (idk if it's been translated to English)
Currently Craving: redacted
The Nine Companions: @bagginshield @cateringisalie @bird-with-glasses @frodo-baggins @@aquitainequeen @wolfsnape @flawedplant @robertcop @twocubes
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