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Just leaving this gorgeous man up here to cheer every Javi lover up!!!
#javier peña#narcos#@littlemisspascal#Run#One republic#the love of my life#pedro pascal characters#Youtube
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Hello! For the ask game how about...what is your least favorite character to write about and why? + do you proofread your writing before you post it?
Hi Rae!!! 💕💕
Least Favorite Character to Write For:
I answered this one already in another ask. It was Marcus Pike, out of the characters I have written for. And only because I just don’t really feel drawn to him when writing or coming up with ideas, which definitely makes it hard to want to write for him.
Do you proofread your writing before you post it?
Sometimes. 😆 I try to give it at least one good read before I post, but I know I always miss something. For longer fics/series I will proofread and have a beta reader give it a once over too. But there’s been plenty that I just throw out into the tumblr verse without a care 🤪
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Hiiii! Hope you're doing good! For your wips are there any tidbits or details you could share about your Whiskey fic Recall 👉👈💙 Please and thank you!!
Hi Rae!!! Thank you so much! I’m doing just fine, lovely. I hope you’re doing well too!! I’m sorry it took me several days to respond to this ask, but thank you for sending it!!
I am trying to finish Recall before the end of the year. 😬 So it’s been on my mind a lot lately. I’m not sure when the next part will be done, but I can tell you that it goes from 0 to 60 in nothing flat. Here’s a little snippet:
Thanks again for asking!! You’re a gem!!
#thanks Rae!!#recall asks#recall#jack whiskey daniels#jack daniels x female reader#wip asks#littlemisspascal
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Ouuu for the Pedro ask game, 11, 14, 18! 💜💜
Hello lovely! Thanks for asking 🥰
11. Which sequel movie is the best? Kingsman Golden Circle, The Equalizer 2, or WW84? Bonus: what other sequel would you like to see Pedro have a part in?
I think Kingsman holds up better as a film, or at least, it’s the one I found the most genuinely entertaining and am most likely to watch a second time. And oo that’s such a good question 👀 Hm… I’m still dying to see him in a romcom so maybe a spiritual sequel/remake of something like French Kiss lol.
14. If you could only ever read or write fics for one Pedro character who would it be?
This so hardddddddd. Hmmm. Probably Din. There’s endless kinds of stories to tell in the Star Wars universe, which would help. I would absolutely cheat and do modern AUs too, though :p
18. Travel through the Green with Ezra or through the jungle with Frankie?
In the one hand, I want to know if I’d be stuck w the events or general circumstances of the movies? But then again, both situations are dangerous and uncomfortable so…. Frankie. Despite my concerns about Canon!Frankie, the heart wants what it wants and I want that sweet, damp, put-upon pilot man.
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Not sure how this works but these are some of my favorite artists:
@poenariuniverse
https://poenariuniverse.tumblr.com/post/689476786472534017/ive-always-loved-yautjas-predators-so-i-thought
https://poenariuniverse.tumblr.com/post/689214662548537344/the-otter-king-kneel-stupid-little-drawing
@oonajaeadira
https://oonajaeadira.tumblr.com/post/645054196818853888/oonajaeadiras-masterlist
@littlemisspascal
https://youtube.com/channel/UCFHedWuZi3D1Xau8Xtrgweg
Favorite Fanworks Recs:
Fanart by @poenariuniverse:
- Grogu & the Yautja [crossover: Predator, Grogu, Din]
- The Otter King [Pedro Pascal]
Fanfic* by @oonajaeadira:
- Good. Things. Take. Time. [Calls AU: massage therapist Pedro Across the Street x f reader, ongoing series]
- Where He is Compelled to Stay [The Great Wall: Pero x f reader, oneshot]
Fanvids* by @littlemisspascal:
- Born Ready [The Mandalorian: Din]
- Happy Birthday Pedro Pascal 2022 [Pedro & misc Pedro characters]
*(Since you didn’t choose specific fanworks for Adira or Rae, I’ve picked a few of my favs—hopefully things you like too, ‘anon!)
(Last Day to send in a rec for twp’s “Show Me the Fanworks!” Celebration)
Thank you for these great recs, lovely anon! I adore all of these creators, and I’m so glad to see them get some love!! <3
🧡 twp
[Edited to Add: All recs now compiled on the Fav Fanworks Rec List]
#fav fanworks rec ask#din djarin#grogu#pedro pascal#pedro across the street#pero tovar#pedro across the street x reader#pero tovar x reader#poenariuniverse#oonajaeadira#littlemisspascal#twp's show me the fanworks celebration#anonymous
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Watch "Pedro Pascal | Lonely" on YouTube
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Jesus this is so awesome!
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15 Questions
Thank you for the tag @littlemisspascal 💕✨
1. are you named after anyone?
Not that I know.
2. when was the last time you cried?
Yes.
3. do you have kids?
Do OCs count? If not, then NO.
4. do you use sarcasm a lot?
Only as a defense mechanism. If I'm being sarcastic, then it's because I'm hurt. Enough to let it out a little, I mean.
5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?
Depends on people. Sometimes it's the way they speak, and at other time it's the way they behave with other people or with me, or how they look at others/me.
6. what’s your eye colour?
Crisp chicken nugget.
7. scary movies or happy endings?
Happy endings, definitely.
8. any special talents?
I can apparently talk to birds?
9. where were you born?
10: what are your hobbies?
Creating things with words and colors, sometimes wood.
11. have you any pets?
Soon...
12: what sports do you play/have you played?
Horse riding, baseball, artistic fencing...
13: how tall are you?
170-ish centimeter. Tall enough to be frustrated with the higher shelves in my kitchen cupboards.
14. favourite subject in school?
Lunch. And Drama classes.
15. dream job?
Raising goats and chickens in a huge garden. And crows.
Tagging: @pheedraws @nostrategy-justdo @queen-scribbles @amistrio and anyone else who wants to play along!
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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕
Hi hi Rae 💕
I'm sorry it took me a moment to answer this one, I was quite uncertain which story to pick as my stories are my babies, part of me that I will always carry with me.
In the end I deciced to pick Guardian Angel, which is a Frankie Morales story that deals with death but is actually quite hopeful (at least that's how I meant it to be).
I often get inspiration from music and songs. I'm almost always listening to something and my playlists are an organized chaos most of the time. I kept playing this one song (Guardian Angel by K-system) on a loop when I had to stay at work late because there was a big server update and suddenly I could just feel the words coming to me. I actually wrote this at my old jobs kitchen while waiting on that server to finish updating :D
Like many of my stories, the origin idea transforms into something else and this was no exception. In the original idea I had, Frankie was still an angel but he would never have any direct interaction with the reader but I'm happy I went with them falling in love with one another. It lends an added layer I hope.
Before I turn this into a complete ramble, I'm going to stop. But yeah, that's the origin story of that particular story that I'm very proud of.
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Owned
354 words | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3
Warnings: 18+ mdni. age gap, infidelity, daddy kink, possessiveness, piv, creampie
a/n: Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing 💕
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“Fuck…spread your legs for me. Yeah, just like that. Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.”
Joel was holding your knees on either side of your head, hands resting on the back of your thighs, as he was thrusting in hard and fast. His gaze was down at your pussy taking his big cock, splitting you in two, and sometimes your mouth could barely make any sounds other than moans.
“Daddy…”
“Yeah, baby girl? Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
“Want you to ruin my cunt, daddy…”
“Fuck…I'm already holding back from sending my load baby…this little pussy is squeezing me so tight.”
He sped up slightly, to give you what you wanted and gritted his teeth, frowning.
“That’s what you wanted, baby girl? Gettin’ your little cunt fucked like a good little slut?”
“Yes, daddy…just like that.”
“Tell me who owns this pussy.”
“You, daddy. It’s yours.”
“And when he fucks you, whose pussy is that?”
“Still yours. Only yours. Always.”
He growled, as if it was turning him on even more, as he was still thrusting, even deeper and harder than 10 seconds before.
“Fuck, fuck. Touch yourself, baby girl. Not gonna last. Come on my cock.”
You slipped your finger into his mouth for him to lick it. He looked like a wreck. His curls falling to the side of his face and his sweat was sliding down them.
Your finger twirled over your clit, your mouth parted in pleasure.
“He fucks you like that?”
“No, daddy. Not even close.”
“Good. Come on, baby, come for me.”
And you did as he asked. Like you always did. Responding to his every whim as he responded to yours. Your pussy squeezing his cock even tighter, pulsing on him.
“Oooooh…baby girl…fuck yeah, just like that…Damn I’m gonna come, baby…Gonna fill this pussy. My pussy…Oh god….” He didn’t stop talking even when his cum covered your walls, and you grabbed his cheeks to kiss him.
Your tongue slipped into his mouth, and you wondered when you would finally dare to break up with his son.
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About time I shared this masterpiece again! The man, the song, the editing, it’s all perfection and I will never stop sharing it!!!!
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For the writers truth and dare -- 🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings + 🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity. Hope you're having a good day 😊🌸
Hi Rae! I hope you’re having a good day as well 💕
🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings
I don’t follow a lot of ships/pairings. But I guess one would be that Javier had feelings for Helena. I think he cared for all the women he was with, but that Helena was one he could see himself with if things were different or given the chance.
🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity
I deal with writes block a lot, especially lately. For me not touching whatever it is I am wanting to actively finish usually helps. Stepping away from it for a day or more to just take a break can help. I usually make playlists for most of my series too, so when I’m on my walk in the morning I’ll listen to that to help get in that mindset for writing. Or I’ll listen to a playlist that gives off the same vibes.
I know it’s frowned upon sometimes, but even just simply reading (books or fanfic) helps sometimes too. Get my mind in a different world for a bit helps find new writing motivation.
Also, reading my own fics as well. Yesterday I was wanting to get some writing done on Strangers chapter 4, but I was stuck. Like I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to say. So I went and read chapter 3 again to help get that storyline fresh in my mind. It helped me figure things out and I was able to get through that weird block I was struggling with.
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🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?
Hi Rae! ☀️ Thanks for sending this in!
This one is easy: it’s Survivor Blues. I know that fic is FAR from being finished, but it is by far the most emotionally draining (in a good way, though, because I’m happy with it so far) thing I’ve ever endeavored to write. It’s got a lot of loss and grief and some really hard scenes coming up (part 5 in particular has a very hard scene that I’m very nervous about sharing, but it’s too important to the story I’m trying to tell to leave it out) and I just hope that people who choose to read it won’t think it’s just gratuitous angst.
There are definitely some times that I’m working on this story when I have to step away, or switch to another point on the timeline to write something less upsetting, which is part of why it’s taking me so long to get through this next part. It’s going to be a nice hurdle to clear, because the following chapter is decidedly less dark and sad and should be a much different experience to write than some of the other parts. Or so I hope 😅
#thanks rae!#thanks for asking!!#littlemisspascal#writing asks#survivor blues is a labor of love and tears
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but now I’m your daisy
summary: It’s a random Thursday in the middle of spring, and Joel has a surprise for you—a surprise that’s an hour away from Jackson on horseback, that he insists on blindfolding you for.
pairing: Joel Miller/gn!reader (reader has smaller hands than Joel)
rating: T (No y/n, AGE GAP (unspecified, reader is an adult), Grumpy Joel Miller, a lil Possessive Joel Miller, FLUFF, it’s so fluffy, established relationship, kissing, purposely annoying Joel until he snaps at you, Joel being secretly romantic, MARRIAGE PROPOSAL (it’s so cute), cussing, did I mention fluff? Joel being so in love, Joel being the best dad to Ellie)
word count: 2.5k+
a/n: This can be read as a standalone or in the same universe as ‘but I would die for you in secret.’ An anon requested a ‘fluffy cute fic with an age gap (No smut)’ for Joel, and this extremely cute idea came to me that I wrote in one night. Shoutout to @littlemisspascal who loved the snippets I sent her, and thank you to the love of my life, @juletheghoul for betaing!
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!
but I would die for you in secret - Masterlist
“Are we there yet?” you ask for the thirteenth time in the span of an hour.
It’s the perfect spring day with the temperature outside not too hot and not too cold, the air feeling a little crisp when it fills your nose. The sun’s warmth is hitting your back, and you’re sure that if you could see the sky, it’d be a beautiful, clear, cerulean blue—you can’t see, though, not with the bandana over your eyes as you sit astride a horse, Joel on his own next to you holding his reins and yours to lead you.
His sigh is long and loud, and you can picture perfectly without having to look at his annoyed expression.
“No,” he growls. “The same damn answer as the last dozen or so times you asked.”
“Hey, don’t get mad at me—you haven’t spent an hour literally in the dark with no idea where the hell you’re going.”
“And I’ve told you it’s a surprise,” he rumbles.
“Well, are we close to this surprise?”
He sighs again, and you just know he’s got the fingers of his free hand pressed to his brow. “I swear, you’re just as bad as Ellie—neither of you seems to understand what a fuckin’ surprise is.” He takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. “Now,” he says calmly, “I don’t know why you’re purposely pushin’ my buttons—”
“You ate the last of the ice cream last night,” you interrupt. “The ice cream I worked hard to make that I was excited to eat as a late-night snack.”
“You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me—how many times do I have to apologize? I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were savin’ it, and had I known, I wouldn’t have eaten it. Will you please forgive me?”
“Did I annoy you enough that the thought crossed your mind to take us back home?”
“Yes.”
“And you didn’t because you love me so much you’ll put up with my shit?”
“Yes.”
“Then I forgive you. Can I ask a question that has nothing to do with the distance we are from the surprise?”
He lets out a relieved breath, and his tone softens. “Of course, honey.”
Without fail, every time he calls you a sweet endearment, you melt a little, feeling so soft you might turn into a puddle.
You’re smiling. “What made you choose today to surprise me? It’s kinda random that it’s a Thursday, and you didn’t wait for the weekend when we’re usually off.” You taught at the school, and Joel did whatever he was assigned each day; lately, it’s been a lot of patrolling.
“Do you know what today’s date is?”
The question makes you think because you do know the date, and it’s not your, his, or Ellie’s birthday; it’s not a holiday that you’re aware of, either, and frankly, you’re not quite sure what the significance is.
“I do, but what’s so special about it?”
“What were you doin’ last year around this time?”
“Um, what was I doing? Wait, it’s around when I moved to Jackson.”
“That’s right, and who’d you meet a little after you arrived?”
“A lot of people.”
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes in exasperation. “Baby, when did you meet me?”
“Like two, three days after I moved into the house across the street from you.”
“And what happened when we met?”
The memory makes you smirk. “I seduced you—my sexy, way older, single dad neighbor.”
“That’s true—I was gone on you from the moment you batted those pretty eyes at me, and who were you romantically involved with from that day forward?”
Your eyebrows furrow. “You.”
“Was there anyone else?” It’s a harmless question he knows the answer to and is honestly humorous even to be asked.
You snort. “Why would I have wanted to be with anyone else when I had you? No, of course not, and you were very clear that I was yours and only yours, even if nobody else knew for quite some time.”
Your relationship with him was a secret for many months because he didn’t want Ellie to know—he was worried she wouldn’t take it well, but she ended up being completely fine with it and had figured out the two of you were a thing, pretty much from the beginning.
“So, it’s a year from the day you became mine,” he says, “why would I be takin’ you somewhere special?”
The realization slams into so hard you gasp.
“Are we celebrating the anniversary of when we first met?!”
It’s clear in his voice he’s smiling. “We are—I know we did things ass-backward, and I wish I could’ve courted you properly from the beginnin’, but I consider that first time we met as the start of our unconventional relationship.”
Warmth is spreading through your body at how sweet this is.
“Oh my god, Joel—if I could, I’d kiss you right now!”
“Well, you’re in luck, my love, ‘cause we’re finally here.” Your horse comes to a stop, the animal snorting as its front hooves shuffle in place. “You can look.”
You lower the bandana, and your eyes widen at what’s in front of you: it’s a meadow of colorful wildflowers—the lush green grass overshadowed by the yellows, pinks, purples, whites, and blues blooming thickly everywhere, tall pine trees lining the edges, and snow-capped mountains towering high off in the distance.
You’ve never seen anything so beautiful, and it takes your breath away.
There’s movement out of the corner of your eye of Joel getting off his horse, and you’re too focused on taking in all of the scenery, seeing butterflies fluttering around and birds gliding through the air.
“Well?” he asks, and you jolt at his voice coming from the opposite side of where he was initially. “Sorry for spookin’ ya, baby.” He rubs a hand along your jean-covered thigh, and your head tilts down his way. Joel’s eyes look hopeful, and a small smile is on his lips—he’s wearing a red flannel and has a rifle on his back, the light breeze causing some of his gray strands of hair to dance atop his head. “What do you think?” he asks.
Your answer is to get off the horse, Joel’s hands immediately grabbing onto your waist to steady you as you swing your leg over the back of the animal, one foot landing on the ground, then the other—you spin around, throwing your arms around his neck, and crush your lips to his, swallowing his surprised sound. He’s automatically hugging you to him, and you never feel safer than when he holds you, knowing without a doubt he won’t let anything happen to you and will protect you with everything he has; you’d do the same for him and Ellie, the two most important people in your life.
When you break apart, your breaths come out a little heavier, and with the way he’s gazing into your eyes, you can clearly see his love for you shining through.
His hand caresses your cheek. “A good surprise?” he asks.
Your mouth is grinning as you nod. “The best surprise and worth an hour in the dark.” You hold his face as you lean in, placing loud, smacking kisses over his stubbled cheeks, along his jaw, on his chin, and lips. Joel chuckles at your enthusiasm, and you end with a peck to the tip of his nose.
“There’s more,” he says.
Your eyes go big. “What do you mean there’s more?”
“Let me tie up the horses, and I’ll show you.”
He moves away to do as he said, using ropes to tie around each of their two front legs to hobble them and keep them in place, allowing them to graze.
Joel isn’t kidding about there being more: he removes a blanket roll from his saddle that he spreads out on a patch of grass, and from his backpack, he takes out containers with strawberries, apples, cheese, some smoked meat and to drink, a bottle of apple juice made in Jackson.
He sits on the blanket, his long legs out in front of him, the food on one side of him, his rifle, and your shotgun that’d been holstered in a scabbard attached to your saddle within reach on the ground. He makes you giggle as he pulls you down into his lap, sitting sideways across it, his arms wrapping around your middle, while your hands go into the hair at the back of his head, his eyes locked on yours.
Something hard is poking you in the ass. “Is that a flashlight in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” you ask with a wag of your eyebrows.
Joel huffs out an amused breath as he gets his hand under you and pulls his sheathed hunting knife off of his belt, tossing it next to the rifle and shotgun.
“Better?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes.” You kiss his cheek. “Much better—thank you.” You stare at his handsome face and brush his messy bangs off his forehead—Joel grabs your hand, keeping his gaze on yours as he kisses the skin on the inside of your wrist, leaving behind tingles where his lips touch.
“If Ellie knew how secretly romantic you are,” you say, “she’d give you even more shit than she already does.”
His eyes roll, and he holds your smaller hand in his bigger one, pressing it to his heart.
“Wanna know a secret?” he asks.
“Always.”
“She avoids teasin’ me about our relationship and how I am with you—I mean, if she sees us kiss, she’ll pretend to get sick, but that’s just how teenagers are.” He shrugs. “She slips up every once in a while, and that’s expected; I think her tryin’ her best not to shit on my happiness is her sweet way of bein’ supportive.” He’s smiling fondly. “She’s the one who suggested a picnic.”
Your face matches his. “You discussed your secret anniversary plans with her?”
“Yes.” He nods. “'cause Tommy’s idea of celebratin’ was stayin’ in bed all day naked, and it made me wonder for the millionth time why the fuck Maria married his ass.”
You laugh. “And that’s pretty much a regular Saturday for us when Ellie stays at Cat’s—” Her girlfriend’s. “—for the weekend.”
He’s got an arm around your back and lets go of your hand, reaching to pluck a dandelion from the grass at the edge of the blanket.
“Exactly,” he says, “needed to do somethin’ special, and I found this place a few weeks ago while on patrol and knew you’d love it.” His eyes squint a little as his attention turns to what’s in front of him.
“I do, I love it so much.” You look around at the flowers, trees, and mountains. “It’s so beautiful!”
“Yeah, it is.” You face him again, finding his gaze already on you.
He does this often, where when you seek him out—be it at the crowded bar on a Friday night, the busy mess hall at breakfast before work, while you’re cuddled on the couch watching a movie—he’s already looking at you before your eyes land on his. It’s like you’re the only thing that exists, and you find it both lovely and insane that he loves you that much.
The other person who steals his attention is Ellie—she’s his whole world, and that’s how it should be; she’s his kid, and if Joel’s one thing, he’s a fantastic father who loves his children more than anything.
“You’ve ruined me for anyone else, Joel Miller,” you tell him, clutching his shirt with your left hand. “I love you, I love your daughter, I love the life we have, and I’m sorry, but you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life—you’re mine, and I’ll fight anyone or anything that tries to take you from me.”
“Yeah?” He takes your hand from his shirt and presses your palms together between you, making your own look so tiny with how much longer and thicker his fingers are. “Well,” he starts, your eyes closing when he leans in to nudge his nose against yours, “you’ve sure ruined me for anyone else, too, and you’re it for me—I love you, I love that you really do care about my kid, and how you make our lives better,” he rasps softly. “No one else can have you ‘cause you belong to me as I belong to you, so I see this only goin’ one way.”
“And where’s that?” you whisper.
His hand leaves yours for a moment.
“With you marryin’ me,” he says and slips something onto your ring finger—your eyes fly open seeing he’s tied the dandelion stem to make a loop your finger can fit through, the vibrant yellow flower a pretty substitute for a real diamond ring that are hard to find these days; this is Joel doing something how it was done when he was younger because, to him, it’s the right way, even though nowadays engagements are simply a verbal agreement rarely accompanied by jewelry. Or this is Joel just being romantically old-fashioned; you love it when he’s romantically old-fashioned.
Your cheeks are hurting from smiling so big, and tears are brimming in your eyes.
“If you’ll have me, of course,” he adds, and you look at him. “I know I’ve been alive a long fuckin’ time and that you can do better than someone as old as me, but I promise I’ll give you my everythin’ and the best life I can because you’re the one I wanna spend whatever time I have left breathin’ with.” The truth is evident in his chocolate-colored gaze, seeing the glimmer of hope in the dark pools. “As long as it’s somethin’ you’d want. It’s fine if you prefer we keep doin’ things as we have been without you takin’ my last name—I’m lucky enough that you like me.”
“Ask me,” you say.
His eyebrows pull together. “Ask you what…?”
“To marry you—in all the sweet things you said, you didn’t ask the question.”
His cheeks pink up, and he scratches the back of his neck. “That’s fuckin’ embarrassin’. Not much of a proposal if you don’t ask the question—sorry—let me try this again.” He clears his throat and takes your hand, being careful of the dandelion ring, his eyes seeming to get bigger. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” you answer immediately, and he rewards you with a smile big enough for his very seldom-seen dimple to make an appearance.
Then his large palms are cradling your face, and he’s kissing you like he’s just come home after being away for a while, and can’t believe he’s finally feeling your lips against his once more—he’s savoring every second and being so thorough it makes you go dizzy, your skin heating beneath your clothes.
This is one of those unforgettable kisses that will make you swoon each time it comes to mind in the years to come.
And this man asked you to marry him.
Settling down in Jackson was the best decision you’ve ever made.
but I would die for you in secret - Masterlist
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You kept working his shoulders, leaning down so your mouth hovered just shy of his ear. “Be a good boy and eat your lunch.”
“No sleeping.” He mumbled quietly, his breath tickling your skin. “You don’t get to pick the movie then trap me while you sleep through it.”
You hated that he knew all he had to do was bat his eyelashes at you as those deep brown eyes hit you like a bullet to the chest.
I thought about detailing more info about the WIPs they're from... but where's the fun in that? lol I will tell you that it's 3 different WIP between 2 different characters. Feel free to guess or send in more roses!
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