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Hey Soph!
I loved seeing each of these prompts, but I couldn't get number 20 out of my head with our Peepaw Joel 😍
20. “As much as I love the position we're in right now, I'm afraid we'll have to move because my leg has gone completely numb.”
Cannot wait to see what you write, and hopefully this isn't taken yet. If it is, I'll send my second favorite.
Hugs and loveee 🥰💖
Hey, darling! 💜 Thank you for sending an ask!
Uhm... So I might have messed up a bit. I was already almost done with the drabble when I realized you might have meant that Joel is the one saying this, but.... 🫣 I hope you'll still like it!
Pairing: jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Keeping Joel comfortable is more important to you than your comfort. But it's all worth it when he gives you a massage to make things better.
Warnings: established relationship, quiet night, soft Joel, just pure fluff, no proofreading
Word count: 635
The fire in the fireplace has already reduced to just a soft light a long time ago, bathing the living room in amber streaks. Both yours and Joel’s day was long, and you weren’t even surprised when just minutes after he got back home from patrol he fell asleep with his head in your lap on the couch.
There is only one problem.
Hours passed since then, and your left leg has gone completely numb already.
Pairing: Ted Garcia x f!reader
Summary: Ted just wants to relax after a long and upsetting day at the office. And of course if that stress relieving includes you, then you're more than happy to help.
Warnings: established relationship, swearing, MDNI (+18), dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, one ass smack
Word count: 2k
A drop of sweat clung to your skin and made its way down the curve of your neck. The dinner was getting ready in front of you on the stove, hot steam curling up in the air, filling the whole open kitchen. You wanted to finish dinner before Ted got home, but when you heard the keys jingling in the lock of the front door, you knew you failed.
The French Connexion | Harry Castillo x French f!reader | 11k
Summary: After the breakup with Lucy, Harry goes to Paris to help open a branch to his family's company.
CW: A tiny bit of angst, some smut, mostly fluffy. Reader has hair that can be tied up and she is French. She has no physical description, the picture used in the banner is only show Harry being a hot gentlemen, but the hand does not represent reader.
A/N: Did I decide to write the most self indulgent fiction ever? Yes. Let Harry sweep me reader away in his beautiful suite, and let me her make him fall in love with me her and Paris.
This is also my love letter to Paris. Although I don't live there anymore and haven't for a long time, I was born and raised in that city. And even if it has changed so much, like every city, I wanted this to be a way to revisit my favorite spots. Of course I took creative liberties, but most of the places exist.
Harry stays at the Mandarin Oriental in the garden terrace suite. Yes It really exist (it's only 10 000 € a night). Initially i wanted him to stay at Le Meurice, but I think the modern side of the Mandarin Oriental suits him more. Yes I did extensive research for the 5 stars hotel near the Louvre instead of working. It's August, I should be allowed to daydream my life with Harry instead of working.
And thank you to @petalsinblood @sawymredfox @iknowisoundcrazy & @imaswellkid for having told me "DO IT!" when I brought the idea up
I'm always happy for comments and/or reblogs, so please don't be shy !
Part 2: Wicked Games | Harry Castillo x f!reader
᯽ part 1 | soundtrack | read on ao3
Pairing: Alex Serian x f!reader
Summary: What happens when two people meet each other at their lowest? And what if they don't push each other away? There is something in Alex that makes you want to know him better. And he can't deny that he finds you interesting too.
Series warnings: strangers to friends to best friends to lovers, slow burn, mentions of divorce, grief and talk about the feeling, alcohol consumption, arguments, swearing, eventual smut, poorly described music and cello terms, each chapter will have its own warnings!
Word count: -
Status: coming soon
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This scene, or more exactly Din's little house made me think about a lot of things.
I'm just imagining Din waking up in the morning, walking over to his small kitchen to make some coffee (look, I have no clue what is the equivalent of coffee in the Star Wars universe, okay?). He sits out on the porch, enjoys the peace and quiet of the morning.
And when he finishes his cup, he goes to wake up Grogu. And together they go out to tend to the little garden next to the house.
Imagine Din doing the hard work with watering the plants while Grogu is just hiding between the leaves and running away when Din points the hose at him.
Eventually they end up playing tag. Din is chasing after Grogu, and even though he is a lot faster than his little green son, he wouldn't catch him. He would even slow down when he gets closer, or act like he accidentally trips when his hand is just inches away from Grogu.
They would only go on a mission and start their day when they caught each other at least three time.
One time Din catching his son, and two times Grogu catching Din. Just because our favourite space cowboy loves to see the happiness on his son's face when he lets him catch him.
Lookit you giving gifts for your birthday!!
How about
1. “We're both different people now, aren't we?”
You can choose
Or
Hey, darling! 💜 Thank you for requesting a fic!
Not gonna lie, I started writing for Frankie at first, but then I deleted everything, and started over with Javi. I hope you'll enjoy!
Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader
Summary: After years of relentless war against the cartel, you realize that you and Javier are not the same people as you used to be. But he is quick to reassure you, and chase away every doubt.
Warnings: established relationship, mentions of smoking and alcohol drinking, thinking about the past, soft Javi, pure fluff, not proofread
Word count: 987
When it is raining in Bogotá, it has a way of turning the vibrant streetlights into blurred smears against the wet roads.
Javier is leaning against the railing of the balcony of your shared apartment, a half-empty glass of whiskey held loosely in one hand while he is holding a burning cigarette in the other. His white shirt is pulling tight against his back, the top few buttons undone and wrinkled after a full day of work both at the embassy and out in the streets running after criminals.
Thank you for the tags @sawymredfox, @time-for-my-weekly-spanking, @vodkaandpizza, @missadangel, @mcthsman, @tateypots and @peepawmiller! Am I late with this? Absolutely. Please say thank you to writer's block for it. Anyway, I've been trying to work on my Alex series.
He studies you for a few seconds, eyes squinting, and you consider just running away right now. He takes the cigarette from his mouth, looking forward in the direction of the sea as he murmurs loud enough so you can still hear. “That isn’t the only thing you saw, right?”
At his question your eyes instantly settle on the small box laying beside him. Minutes before you saw how the contents of that exact box scattered across the sand, the water washing it away. You don’t see any point in lying, so you take a deep breath before answering. “Right. But I’m not going to force you to talk about,” you say, and you regret everything already. Maybe you shouldn’t have come here and disturb him. “Oh God, this is so stupid,” you murmur under your breath, digging your heels into the sand, ready to leave.
“It’s not,” he finally speaks, looking up at you. You stop dead in your tracks, eyes meeting his warm brown ones. “It is thoughtful.”
npt: basically anyone who haven't done it yet 😅
