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sirowsky · 2 years

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Don't Die

Here comes the last of the prompts I've gotten for this celebration, and we're wrapping up with a heartbreaker! I got this ask by an anonymous sender, where the prompt was "You can't die. Please don't die." with Din x Reader, so naturally, my head went to angsty-land...

Now, as this concludes the 400 Challenge, I just wanna say thank you to everyone that sent me prompts and helped me to mark this occasion! I love all of you <3 And I'll always accept asks, requests and prompts, if I feel comfortable with the subject, so please don't hesitate to ask.

Rating: Mature Warnings: ANGST, Din Djarin x female reader, mostly Din's pov, AU. Grogu, Cobb Vanth, Peli Motto and Greef Karga appears. Word Count: 1500 Author’s Masterlist

“He’s pacing. He never does that…” Cobb says, as he observes the Mandalorian from an alley a few doors down the street.

“Well then, I guess he’s real anxious bout that filly. What about it?” Peli huffs where she stands next to him, arms cradling the child that anxiously coos while he watches his papa.

“Just creeps me out,” Cobb explains, still not taking his eyes off the man.

“That’s it? Go talk to him, then. Ask him what’s going on,” she counters, throwing an arm in Mando’s general direction, but The Marshal just scoffs, raising a pair of incredulous brows at her.

“I’d rather wrestle a mudhorn,” he shoots back, before turning to leave.

“Scaredy-cat!” she shouts after him, but without much conviction. Because she sure as shit ain’t gonna over there either.

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He waits. That’s all he can do. You’re in the hands of healers, your only chance of surviving, and yet he feels like there’s something more he needs to do for you. Not that he has a clue what that might be.

You weren’t supposed to be there. Why where you there?!

He’s asked the question a million times by now, even though his own mind doesn’t know the answer and remains befuddled. He’d left you on Nevarro weeks ago, under the pretence that Greef needed help with the rebuild, but really just because Din needed to know that you were somewhere safe, and then somehow, you’d found him in the middle of a fucking firefight.

Something had exploded, you’d both been thrown like ragdolls, and where his beskar had protected him, you’d been broken. He’d ignored the rest of the fight, crawling to you when screaming your name yielded no response, only to find your body in terrifyingly unnatural angles.

And now here he is, pacing outside the healer’s hut in Mos Eisley, told that the damage might be too bad, but that they’d try. He’d told them to succeed. Not asked. Demanded. As if life could be saved by willpower alone.

“Mando…” a familiar voice breaks into his consciousness, and he turns to seek out its owner.

Greef’s hands come up in a gesture of peace as Din immediately stalks towards him, grabbing his clothes over the chest and harshly tugging him right up to his own visor, with the sudden anger that floods his blood.

“I left her with you! You were supposed to keep her safe!!” he screams as much as growls through the modulator, but Karga looks only sad.

“I’m sorry, my friend. She asked if I knew where you were… If I’d suspected, even for a moment, that she’d steal a ship to come find you…” he tries to explain, shaking his head at his own failure, “I’m so sorry.”

Din’s anger still boils, but the man in front of him isn’t the real cause for it, and he lets go of him, stepping away again, back to the spot by the door that he’s all but carved a trail into with his incessant pacing.

He wants to tell Greef how it’s all his own fault, for not telling you the truth, for not confessing the depth of his affection, the real reason for leaving you there. And he wants to tell him how he’s dying inside at the thought that your life might be ending because of his own cowardice, but he can’t.

He can’t say any of it out loud. Because this is for your ears, not Karga’s. You’re the one he needs to explain himself to. Make amends with. Nothing else matters now.

The heat within him instantly gives way to ice when the door suddenly opens, and the healer steps back to let Din’s broad frame pass. But now his legs feel heavy and sluggish, his chest constricted, and his hands start to tremble while a cold sweat is absorbed into the fabric around his neck.

Once inside, he’s shown into a room where a figure lies on a medical bed, with a sheet pulled up to the shoulders. All limbs seem to be in their correct places, and the large open gashes to the skin have vanished, undoubtedly a courtesy of the bafta-tank.

Standing in the doorway, he’s too far away to see if you’re alive, and his knees seem to fill with nails, torturing him at every step, but he has to know. As he gets closer, he can see the slow breaths and he wants to be happy, to believe that everything will be okay, but the healer looks too apprehensive to set his mind at ease.

“I wish I could tell you that she’s all fixed, but the fact is… I don’t know,” the healer says, and his voice trembles, “Her body is fine, the broken bones and sores are easily put back together, but her mind… She was technically dead for quite a while before you got her here and I just don’t know if her brain can survive that.”

He listens, tries not to hear, not to accept. And in the end, what lingers in his mind isn’t anything the healer said at all. It’s everything Din himself hasn’t said.

A small sideways swipe of his head is enough to communicate that he wants the room, and the healer and his assistant both leave without another word. Willing his knees to move again, he comes to the side of your bed, digging your arm out from under the sheet as soon as he’s close enough.

He’s barely ever touched you before, but now he has to, to feel the reassuring warmth and softness of living tissue. But now that he has the chance to say all those things that he thought about outside, that he swore to himself that he would tell you if he ever got to see you alive again, all die on his tongue.

Now that you’re there, only one thing matters anymore.

“You can’t die. Please don’t die,” he whispers, desperation, pain and fear leaking into the words, making his voice crackling and brittle.

It’s as much as he can get out, so he prays that it’s enough. Begs the stars to let him have another chance to tell you everything, swearing that he won’t let any cowardice stand in the way, if he can just have one more conversation with you.

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“Nononono! Come here, you little womp-rat,” Peli admonishes, as she rushes to snatch the child up before he sneaks out of the hangar. It’s only his twentieth-something attempt. “I know you’re worried, kid, but you heard your dad, you gotta stay here til he comes and gets ya. Ain’t nothing I can do about it.”

The kid coos unhappily, pointing at the door, and those big sad eyes finally become too much for the tough-skinned but soft-hearted engineer.

“Oh, alright! We’ll go and see that he’s still there, but that’s it! We’re not gonna bother him, you understand?” she demands, and the child just coos again, tilting his head a tiny bit to the side.

She growls to herself, and then sets off in the direction of the healer’s hut, but upon arriving there, finds the alley where she and Cobb loitered earlier that morning, occupied by both him and Greef Karga.

“Anything happen?” she asks as simply as if spying on one of their friends is a common pastime for them, as she joins in, while the kid twists in her arms, trying to see better.

“He went inside hours ago, that’s all we know.” Greef answers with a shrug, and she sighs.

“Sorry, kid. Looks like we’re still at a stalemate. Unless one of you boys wanna mosey on over there and find out what the blazes is going on?” she challenges, and both men turn their heads to throw indignant looks at her.

“You mosey on over there,” Cobb counters, and she quickly points at the kid.

“Hey, I’m the baby-sitter! I gotta do everythin’ round here?” she retorts, and then twitches as the child suddenly shivers and whines.

Vanth doesn’t notice that and is about to retort when he’s cut off by the door to the healer’s hut opening, and they all freeze, staring down the street. Peli feels the child shiver again, before his ears begin to droop, just as Mando slowly appears through the door, his right hand holding the wall to keep him steady, but it only works for a few steps.

He falls to his knees. Slumps. His normally so intimidating frame seeming to shrink before their eyes.

“Oh, no…” Peli whispers, feeling tears sting her eyes.

They all stand there, unmoving, unsure of how to possibly help anything, but feeling increasingly heartbroken at the scene before them. Because Mando deserves good things. So, so much.

Suddenly, the kid’s ears prick, and begin to rise again, as if he’s heard something interesting or fun. But what could that possibly be?

Then Mando lifts his head, looks up at the stars and says:

“Thank you.”

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nolanell · 3 years

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NOLANell's Fanfiction and Fanart Recommendations

Please heed individual warnings and ratings before reading or viewing!

These are some fanfictions and fanart I have found on here that I really love and want to share with my followers and anyone else who finds my blog. This is a WIP so I will add to this as I discover more things!

Enjoy!

Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphics

Din Djarin

Everything and More by @dincrypt - SugarDaddy!Din x Female Reader AU Series

For the Night by @dincrypt - Din Djarin x Female Reader One Shot

Siren by @ezrasbirdie - Din Djarin x GN Reader One Shot

Tied by @radiowallet - Dr. Din Djarin x Female Reader (First Assist) AU Series

Come Back To Me by @magpie-to-the-morning - Highwayman!Din x Female Reader AU Series

Glimpsed by @blueeyesatnight - Grogu POV, thinking about Din Djarin. Part of a series, linked in the piece.

Marcus Moreno

Caramel Latte by @moralesispunk - Marcus Moreno x Female Reader Series

Poorly Wired Circuit by @radiowallet - Marcus Moreno x OFC Sarah Bailey Series

Wish You Were Here by @wardenparker and @absurdthirst - Marcus Moreno x Female Reader Soulmate AU Series (NB: link is to Chapter 1)

Yes, Mr. Moreno by @toomanystoriessolittletime - Marcus Moreno x OFC Alice Baker Writer Wednesday Submission

Marcus Pike

Read You Like A Book by @the-ginger-hedge-witch - Marcus Pike x OFC Anne Series

The Farmer's Market by @ezrasbirdie - Marcus Pike x OFC Annie Christiansen Series

The Long Con by @youvebeenlivingfictional - Marcus Pike x Female Reader Series (Complete)

Marcus & Peanut by @pintsizemama - Marcus Pike x Female Reader Series

Pero Tovar

Driving Mr Tovar by @sirowsky - Modern!Pero Tovar x Female Reader AU Series (Complete)

In His Eyes by @moralesispunk - Blacksmith!Pero Tovar x Female Reader AU Series (Complete)

The Innkeeper's Daughter by @just-here-for-the-moment - Pero Tovar x Female Reader

Stranded Due to Weather in a Coffee Shop AU Ask - Pero Tovar x GN Reader (Part of 400 Followers Celebration)

Javier Peña

Oops by @pintsizemama - Javier Peña x Female Reader Series

Lay It On Me by @queenofthefaceless Javier Peña x Female Reader Series (Complete)

What's The Use Of Wonderin' by @youvebeenlivingfictional - Javier Peña x Female Reader Series (Complete)

Sick Day by @quica-quica-quica - Javier Peña x Female Reader (Prompt List Ask)

At First Sight by @queridopascal - Javier Peña x Female Reader (Writer Wednesday Submission)

To Perish Twice by @brandyllyn - Javier Peña x Female Reader Soulmate AU Series (Complete)

Frankie Morales

ForestRanger!Frankie AU by @the-ginger-hedge-witch - ForestRanger!Frankie x Female Reader AU Series

Fly Me To The Moon by @pilothusband - Frankie Morales x Female Reader One Shot

All Hail The King by @pilothusband - Frankie Morales x Female Reader One Shot

Wednesday by @asta-lily - Frankie Morales x Female Reader (Complete)

Of Cupckes and Cupid by @asta-lily - Frankie Morales x GN Reader One Shot

Frankie Dating a Plus Size Partner Headcannons by @softpedropascal (Ask Request)

Fixing It by @green-socks - Frankie Morales x GN!Reader One Shot

'Here, Take My Jacket' by @mando-forgive-me - Frankie Morales x GN!Reader (Request for Flufftober 2021)

Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

Conference Call Incident by @just-here-for-the-moment and @driedgreentomatoes (part of the Declassified HR Files Series)

'Is That My Shirt?' by @quica-quica-quica Agent Whiskey x Female Reader (Prompt List Ask)

Extra Pickles, Hold the Mayo by @absurdthirst Agent Whiskey x Female Reader (Writer Wednesday Submission)

Maxwell Lord

Rings by @honestly-shite - Maxwell Lord x GN!Reader One Shot

When The Cards All Fold by @yespolkadotkitty - Maxwell Lord x Female!Reader One Shot

Non Pedro Pascal Characters

Plethora by @fisforfulcrum (Poe Dameron [Star Wars] x GN!Reader One Shot for Writer Wednesday)

Poe Playing Guitar to BB8 by @clakearts (Poe Dameron [Star Wars] Art)

Stay by @the-little-ewok (Poe Dameron [Star Wars] x F!Reader One Shot)

Frogs by @gaitwae (Loki [MCU] x Reader Ask One Shot)

Loki Comforts a Friend by @theaudacitytowrite (Loki [MCU] x Reader Ask Drabble)

The Night Before Your Thesis Defence by @handmaiden-of-mischief (Loki [MCU] x Reader One Shot)

Loki Portrait by @themorningstar81 (Loki [MCU] Art)

How High by @brandyllyn (Santiago 'Pope' Garcia [Triple Frontier] x GN!Reader - part of a series)

The Godfather by @quica-quica-quica (Ben Miller [Triple Frontier] x Female Reader One Shot)

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sirowsky · 2 years

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Forgiven

This time, the request comes from @shsoba05 Thank you so much, darling! But I'm afraid this turned angsty as all hell....

The prompt was "I need you to forgive me." with either Din or Pero, and I chose Din, and he just went and got all hurtful on me :'( So, here's hoping you're up for some pain, my loves.

(Prompt List - this is still ongoing, so feel free to send me more)

Rating: Mature Warnings: ANGST, Din Djarin x gn!reader, no y/n, can be read as AU, pre-series or post-series. Word Count: 666 (...fitting) Author’s Masterlist

He sits down on one of the crates outside the bunk, and you can hear the heaviness of his chest in the way that he exhales, but he’s quiet at first. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t fiddle with anything. He just sits there, and you know he’s thinking, worrying, trying to find the right words to start, to fix everything, even though you suspect that this won’t be fixed. That it can’t be.

You lay curled up on your side, staring at the wall, and you wonder if this is it. If this is how your heart will irrevocably break, never to know love of such depth ever again. It’s not his fault, you can’t lay this at his feet, because he doesn’t know how much he means to you. But that’s also why you’re so afraid of the choice he’s about to make. He holds your heart in his hands and doesn’t even know how easily he can crush it.

He’s not usually one to be overpowered, either by others or by himself, but he’d been so angry earlier that he’d walked off in the middle of your argument. He’s not a quitter, and he never gives up on people… but he chose to leave rather than resolve the situation, which tells you one thing: he’s scared.

“I need you to forgive me,” he almost whispers, and you know what he means without asking.

He’s leaving. And you can’t go with him. A promise made some time ago needs to be upheld, or he breaks the creed. There’s no way around it. You knew from the moment he said it that this was where it would lead, that’s why you got upset enough to scream at him, but in truth, you admire his commitment and unflinching loyalty.

In the heat of the argument, you’d claimed not to understand why he’s doing this, but you do. Because there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. The devotion he has to his Mandalorian faith, is the same devotion that you have to him. So yes… you understand.

You give yourself one more breath, and then you sit up, shuffling to the edge of the bunk and letting your legs hang over it. He’s sitting with his side to you, staring straight ahead, as far as you can tell, out the side-door of the Crest, and you wish for the thousandth time that you could see his face, just once. Just to know what his eyes look like.

Knowing that this is likely to be the last time you ever see him, something burns through you at the realization that the only memories you’ll have of this man that means more to you than your own life, will be of cold armour. You want to ask him, to beg for anything, just a touch of his bare fingertips against your cheek, but you don’t.

Instead, you climb out of the bunk and collect what few belongings you own, biting back the tears as best you can. But when you sling your bag onto your shoulder and move to the door, they fall anyway, and you stop. You keep your head facing the opening, your back to him, so he’ll be spared the added guilt that seeing your pain will cause him. Even if he doesn’t love you, he cares about you, and you cherish that.

“I forgive you,” you whisper back, hoping he doesn’t catch the tremor in your voice, hating that it’s there at all because he deserves better.

You want to say so much more, to ask him every question you’ve ever had about him, but it’s too late. It’s all too late. Walking down the ramp into the darkness of the night, it feels like something leaves you, and you hope that it’s your soul that somehow manages to claw away from you to stay with him.

You hear the ship power up behind you, but you keep walking, refusing to look back. And then he’s gone.

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Thank you for reading, and feel free to criticize, I’m always looking to learn and grow as a writer.

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sirowsky · 2 years

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Attention

Thank you @i-love-movies for this prompt! It presented more of a challenge than I thought it would, and I say that affectionately because every struggle helps me grow <3

The prompt was "I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention." with Javier Gutierrez. (Prompt List)

Rating: Mature Warnings: PINING. Javi x female reader, no y/n, happy ending, fluff. Word Count: 1500 Author’s Masterlist

You love him so much that it aches just to look at him. Yet for all his sensitivity, he doesn’t see it, doesn’t perceive the warmth in your skin when he touches you, and never catches the pain in your eyes when he pulls away.

He’s a deeply caring person, one of the things you most adore about him, and you know that he cares for you, but you’ve been pinned to the bottom of the friend-compartment from the moment you met, and he gives you no reason to think that that will ever change.

You’ve known him for almost twenty years now, since you were a teenager, as your families have long standing ties. And they’ve all been years of pining and unfulfilled dreams, unable to give your heart to anyone else because, despite his disinterest, it won’t let him go.

Like so many times before, you’re crashing in one of the Gutierrez’s guestrooms while you’re in town for work, unable to stay away even though you know you should. Even though seeing him somehow hurts as much as it comforts. Everyone else is out today, it’s just the two of you, sitting in the couch and watching one of his favourite movies.

As always, once the end credits start to roll, he dives into animated explanations of his favourite parts, dissecting the story and the technical brilliance of the production, highlighting what makes the film so enjoyable. You don’t really hear it, even though you’re listening, just because you’ve heard it so many times before you could easily mimic him as he goes through it, but you don’t.

It’s not the words that matter. It’s his passion that you’re listening to, and you’d happily sit and absorb it all day if you could, because it’s such a wonderful thing to hear. Getting lost in the joyous vibrations of his voice, your mind wanders, conjuring your own movie to play out on the insides of your eyes, where you’re both the lead actors, and the only plot revolves around exploring one another’s bodies.

You’re so engrossed in your fantasy that you don’t notice when he falls silent, as his voice continues to reverberate in your thoughts and in your heart. You don’t even notice the first few times his index finger gently digs into the skin of your shoulder, trying to bring you back to reality. But you resist, because in the real world, he’s never gonna touch you the way he does in your dreams.

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” he teases, and you believe him. But you ignore it.

Does he really not know how much you want him to poke you? How exclusively he has your undivided attention every time he’s in the same room as you? Twenty years of this… how has he never seen it?

True to his word, he keeps going, shifting the spot where his finger connects to you every few seconds, trying to find a ticklish area or just some spot that you can’t disregard.

“Come on, Luz. Please, don’t ignore me.” he finally pleads, and your fantasy crashes away, because there’s a tinge of pain to his voice now, and you refuse to ever let him hurt because of you.

It’s true that he causes you more pain than you’d ever thought possible, but he doesn’t even know that he is. None of it is his fault and you’d never try to punish him for it. You meet his eyes with a practiced smile, soft and warm even though it never reaches your heart, designed solely for him, to put him at ease. It always works, as long as you don’t try to maintain it for more than a second.

“Are you ever gonna tell me why you call me that?” you ask, grasping for the first thing that comes to mind, even though it’s a question you’ve asked countless times before.

Daylight. You looked it up in a Spanish dictionary, years and years ago, after he’d first dubbed you with it, and it’s kept on puzzling you ever since then. Because you can’t figure out if it means that he just thinks you’re a bright person, or if maybe he’s referring to your complete lack of interest in the nightlife scene.

He’s always loved going out, to restaurants, clubs and bars and just being around happy people, and whenever you’ve been in town, he’s always begged you to come with him, and you’ve always refused. Partly because your biological clock pretty much shuts your brain down around 11pm at the latest, no matter what, and partly because the thought of watching Javi dancing and flirting with other women, makes your lungs stop working.

But no matter how many times you’ve asked him about the nickname, he’s never told you anything other than that he thinks it suits you. He studies you for a beat, and then smiles in a carefully expectant way, making you think he’s got something up his sleeve.

“Tell me what you were thinking about just now, when you were so far away, and I’ll tell you the truth about the name.” he offers, and your skin prickles.

You never lie to him. You evade the truth sometimes, or distract him from demanding it, when you know that it won’t help him or might even hurt him, but you never open your mouth and outright deceive him. But that’s what you’d have to do now, to pry this truth from him. This answer that you’ve wanted for so long.

Or you could tell him. Let the truth spill and change your relationship forever. Because whether or not he’d tolerate your adoration, he would never look at you the same way, and you don’t know if you could live with that. Then again, can you keep going like this? Endlessly pining for a love that will never be, forever alone with the relentless agony of ‘what if’?

“I was thinking about you.” you start, unsure of how to say it, but finally resolved to somehow do it. “About… things I wish for. Dream about.”

“Like what?” he challenges, and you feel yourself wanting to fall back into your usual avoidance, so instead, you mute your brain and crank the volume on your heart.

“I love you, Javi. I dream about you, about us… together. I’ve been in love with you since we first met and it’s tearing me apart. I can’t keep doing this, keep muzzling my heart like some caged animal, and I know that it changes everything and I’m sorry!”

He watches you with a pained set to his brow, as you let the words spill, and stays quiet when your head falls forward with the shame that grips you and makes it impossible to keep meeting his eyes. You have no reason to be ashamed, your feelings are beyond your control, but it still burns through you with the familiar bitter aftertaste in your throat, as you wait for his judgement.

“You are the light of my life.” his voice timidly declares into the deafening silence of the large room, trembling with strong emotions of his own. “Mi Luz. Mi amor…”

Still too raw to meet his eyes, you reach a shaky hand towards him, blindly looking for something to hold on to, anything to keep you from crashing headfirst into denial, because how can that be true? If he loved you, you would’ve seen it, you would’ve noticed, right? Except…

‘Twenty years of this… how has he never seen it?’

Suddenly you feel so stupid. You never let him see it, and because of that, he never dared to show you either. Every invitation, every hopeful smile that this would be the time that you accepted and gave him a chance to show you, now floods your mind and makes you realize what each one of your refusals would’ve looked and felt like to him.

“Javi… I’m so sorry.” you croak, finally lifting your head to look at him, even though you’re terrified of what you’ll see. Terrified that you’ve both somehow managed to hurt each other too badly for love to have enough room.

But he’s smiling. Teary-eyed and flustered, but smiling so brightly as he takes your hand from his thigh, where you’d apparently grabbed him in your attempt to ground yourself, and lifts it to his cheek instead. His face smooths and his eyes fall shut in blissful serenity, and he’s so beautiful that you wanna cry.

But you’ve shed so many tears for him already, all of them born of pain, that you push the feeling aside and instead pull him to you, begging for the closeness you’ve dreamed of all this time, as you carefully press your lips to his. He melts into you, ever so slowly taking over this intimate moment, until he’s got you pinned underneath him on the couch, ready to make all your dreams come true.

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Thank you for reading, and feel free to criticize, I’m always looking to learn and grow as a writer.

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sirowsky · 2 years

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Kittycat

Courtesy of the wonderful @little-mrs-morales this is my first attempt at Dieter Bravo. I haven't seen the film so this is a rough approximation, but hopefully entertaining all the same!

The prompt was "I'm not jealous", from this list which is the primary source of inspiration for this challenge. Please, send me more<3

Rating: Mature Warnings: Well, Dieter himself is kind of a warning, as I understand it... other than that, jealousy (obv), one or two lewd references, cursing, anger, reader insert but no y/n. Word Count: 1140 Author's Masterlist

You’re fuming on the inside, but trying your best to keep it under wraps, for reasons you really can’t fathom, since he rightly deserves your anger. He’s all but dragged you out of a very fancy restaurant and completely destroyed your chances with a really charming and sweet guy that you’ve been looking forward to having this date with, for over three months.

“C’mon, Kitty, you can’t seriously be into that guy!?” he whines, while stalking behind you like some lost puppy, and that name -that stupid fucking nickname that he calls you just because he’s obsessed with fucking KitKats- finally makes you boil over.

You could’ve kept yourself in control, despite the scene he’d caused, despite the childish and utterly self-serving act he’d put on in order to ruin your night, if not for that one unbearably irritating testament to his complete lack of respect for you. Stopping on a dime and whirling around to face him so fast and with so much force that he careers into you and stumbles backwards before falling on his ass, you growl at him.

“I am not a fucking candy-bar!!”

He’s seen you annoyed, and frustrated, and utterly done with shit, but he’s never seen you angry. Not like this. Not the kind of anger that comes from the heart, and radiates unseen into the surrounding air, turning it heavy and ominous with darkness. The kind of anger that can make a person do bad things.

“I do like that guy, Dieter, that’s why I went on a date with him! You know, like people do when they actually like each other…” you all but snarl at him, and he shrinks where he still sits on the pavement, because he knows that you’re referring to more than just you and your date.

“You’ve got some nerve coming here acting all jealous, after you’re the one that fucked up with me.” you finish, pointing a sharp index finger at him for emphasis.

“I’m not jealous!” he spits back, scrambling to his feet, but it’s a poor attempt at indignation. He knows that you’re right and he’s not a good enough actor to hide it.

Your anger is subsiding, though, getting too tired and sick of this whole situation to mount additional energy for it, so you just turn away with a scoff and start walking again. He pauses for a few seconds before he follows, you can hear the lazy drag of the heels of his old worn-out crocs against the ground.

“Okay, yes, maybe I am.” he confesses, but with a hint of defiance to his tone, making you shake your head and mutter ‘maybe’ with a thick undertone of sarcasm. And for some reason, that sets him off.

“Yeah! Fucking maybe! Maybe I feel like shit around everyone but you and maybe I don’t know how to deal with that and maybe I just keep thinking about how kind and sweet you were that night we were together and maybe I want that more than fucking ANYTHING!!”

The screaming makes you once again stop and turn to look at him, but this time with utter confusion replacing the anger. Because while it was true that your night together had been really good, every attempt you’d made to have a conversation about it, to potentially let that occasion grow and evolve into something more than a one-nighter, had been met with dismissal. He’d never even tried to lay a hand on you since then, despite being the horniest human being you’ve ever met.

“Two months, Dee… For two months I tried to be with you, and all I got was a cold shoulder. Are you seriously telling me that that was you trying to convey how much you want me??” you huff, unable to hold it back because this is too rich.

“Look, I know I suck, okay! You don’t need to convince me.” he retorts, but it’s half-hearted at best, and suddenly he looks so… broken. Even with his eyes trained on his own feet, you can see that he’s hurting, and not just because he’s sober, for once.

“I’m not trying to. I don’t think you suck, Dee, I never have. But what the hell can I do when you treat me like some hooker you got away with not having to pay for your fun? What difference does it make that I see so much more than that, that I wanted so much more… when you just turned your back on me?”

You’re teary-eyed by the time you finish, because you really do like him and you really did want more, but it was just too painful to see him act so callous towards you, after the significance of what you’d shared. Or, rather, how significant it had been to you. Before this moment, he’d never given you reason to think that it had mattered at all to him.

“I was-…. fuck… I am scared, alright?” he tries, finally lifting his head just enough to peek at you, seeming to find a vein of courage when he doesn’t see any anger looking back at him. “I’m a mess, I know that, so when I woke up that morning and you were still there, and I felt so happy - I panicked! Because I’ve never felt like that before, and it was fucking intense! And then you were still so sweet, and I didn’t expect that because why the hell would you be??”

He’s riling himself up now, starting to gesticulate and tread on the spot, shaking his head between timid or confused glances at you, and you think to yourself that he must be the most chaotic person on the planet.

“You’re right! I was cruel and you shouldn’t forgive me. But baby… I’ll get on my knees and beg. I’ll lick you into nirvana five times over, right now. And again tomorrow, and the next day and the next, or however fucking long it takes.” he proclaims, inching closer to you as his confidence grows with every second you remain calm.

“I’ll do anything, just… don’t pick that guy. He’s too perfect, you’d get so bored, and you know it.” he’s close enough to touch you now, but he keeps advancing, creeping into your personal space and you know he’s fully prepared to make good on his promise of nirvana.

“Pick me. Please.” he says, leaning down close to your lips, but pausing there, needing your permission before he dares to touch you.

“I’m never boring…” he finishes with a sly smile, somehow knowing that he’s got you, that you’ve caved already, and you wanna hate him for it but you can’t because he’s right.

He’s so fucking right.

You let out a breath, and somehow, he knows.

“Take me home, Kittycat. I’m all yours.” he purrs triumphantly.

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Thank you for reading, and feel free to criticize, I’m always looking to learn and grow as a writer.

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sirowsky · 2 years

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Bad Guy

Thank you for the prompt @deadhumourist It left me scratching my head all day, but it was fun!

The prompt was "Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy." with a Pedro character of my choice. And since I'm trying to challenge myself here, I went with Javier Peña, and perhaps didn't take the traditional approach to the prompt. Hope you'll still like it, sweets <3

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Rating: Mature Warnings: Javier Pena x female reader, mentions of a gun, Javi being a little shit, but mostly just fun stuff. Word Count: 570 Author’s Masterlist

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy,” he says, eyeing you up and down like he’s appraising jewellery, as he leans his backside against the nearest desk.

You stop fiddling with the Colt 1911 pistol you’ve been oiling and cleaning, to meet his eyes and give him a hard glare, but his curious expression doesn’t change.

“Does that mean I should stay away from you?” he continues, with a soft hum hiding somewhere in his voice.

His eyes show you nothing but genuine interest, but your cynicism still manages to convince you that he’s being the obnoxious flirt, something you’ve observed him doing several times before, even though he’s only been here two weeks. You have no doubt that he loves women, he makes little effort to conceal his desires, but he also seems reluctant to let anyone come too close, favouring to love and leave.

You’ve watched him a couple times as he’s tried his luck with one secretary or other, and what you’ve noticed is that his heart isn’t in it. He’s not cold, and the charm is very much present, it’s more like he’s distant, oddly unavailable for someone looking for warmth. Which might be why he hasn’t gotten anywhere with them.

It’s left you wondering if perhaps he’s waiting for someone to come along and take his breath away, or if the problem is that someone already did, and then chose not to let him keep her, making him either bitter against love, or scared of it. Either way, you have no interest in being his latest attempt to figure himself out, or just blow off steam with.

“Whatever you’re selling, I ain’t buying,” you bite back, giving him a steely glance before returning your attention to the weapon.

“Not selling anything. I’m the new guy, remember? I’m just curious what earned you such a harsh reputation,” he tries, and you huff.

“Curious, huh?” you keep your eyes on what you’re doing but allow a hefty serving of acid to seep into your words. “Well, I’m curious why you’re here asking me to explain something that some other jackass told you.”

“That mean it’s not true?” he persists, and you sigh.

“Alright, Peña, since you’re obviously looking to get told off, allow me to oblige you: I’m not in any way interested in any office-gossip-nonsense going on in this building. If it’s drama you’re after, look elsewhere. If it’s tail you want, I can give you the number of a good service provider. And if, by some miracle, this is actually you trying to make friends – forget it.”

You look up at him again for that last part, to find the beginnings of a smirk in his eyes and the corners of his mouth, which vexes you because you can’t see anything particularly funny about what you just said.

“That’s all the answers I needed,” he says, his smirk blossoming into a pleased smile, before he pushes off the desk and shoves his hands down the front pockets of his jeans, slowly sauntering off while he adds, “And now I definitely won’t be staying away.”

He winks at you before he fully turns away, and there’s suddenly something irritating coursing through your blood. Something uncomfortable and… hot.

You kick the drawers of your desk, to your right, hard enough to send painful needles through your toes, because no. Just no.

You don’t like this guy.

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Thank you for reading, and feel free to criticize, I’m always looking to learn and grow as a writer. Also, if you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging, I would greatly appreciate it <3

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Surprise

This is short, but very sweet! Thank you @bilibiche for the prompt, and I hope the story helps put a smile on your face <3

The prompt was "You did what?!" with a Pedro character of my choice, and I went with Pero this time, because I felt like this suited his temper.

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Rating: Mature Warnings: Pero Tovar x female reader, established relationship, mention of gay relationship within the narrative, fluff. Word Count: 575 Author’s Masterlist

How long has it been since you had a night out with friends? You can’t even remember, and it’s been nagging at the back of your mind for months now. So, when your oldest friend Hanna calls out of the blue, saying almost exactly the same thing, you both decide that it’s time, and make plans without even checking with your respective partners first.

You need this. Not because your life is bad or boring, or because you’re feeling trapped or anything like that. But just because sometimes a girl needs her girl. However, in your excitement at the prospect of quality bestie-time, you forgot that your husband has been away all week for work and is expecting to come home to a cool bed and a warm pair of legs wrapped around him. Not… this.

So, when you hear his car park outside, and then his boots on the front porch, you feel a little guilty that you haven’t even warned him. But there’s a strategy in play here. You know your husband down to his whiskers and if he’d gotten advance warning, he would’ve never agreed to what you’re about to put him through. And you really do need this.

“Cariño, are you home?” he calls as soon as he’s through the door, and you can already hear the lustful tinge to his voice.

You’re in the bathroom down the hall, having just put the finishing touches to your hair when he enters the house, so you take a breath, and step out into the hall, moving towards him with a big smile.

“Oh, good, you’re right on time, we need to get going,” you say firmly, giving him just a peck on the lips before reaching for your shoes.

He hasn’t even had a chance to step out of his, and he knows the moment he sees you that you’re up to something.

“Go? I just got home…” he asks, his voice thick with suspicion. “Why are you so dressed up? What is going on?”

“I’m going out,” you say with a measured shrug, and his face sours.

“Now? What the hell for?” he presses, with a scowl growing more and more pronounced in his entire frame, but you won’t be deterred. Not tonight.

“For some drinks and general festivities with Hanna,” you practically chirp, and you can see that any hope he might’ve had of persuading you to stay home, dies at the realization that you’ve tethered yourself to someone else for the night.

He opens his mouth to say something, but stops himself before anything comes out, as he studies you more closely. He knows you too, and this, unapologetically demanding time for yourself and your needs, is something he knows to be extremely rare for you.

“Okay, well… have fun and do not get yourself drunk. Please,” he concedes, still not happy but sweetly kissing your cheek anyway, as he begins bending down to untie his boots.

“I will, but you’re gonna have to keep your shoes on, babe,” you say while putting a hand on his arm to halt him, to which he stops and shoots you a confused look.

“Why?” he questions, somewhat bewildered now.

“Because Hanna’s wife has that monthly poker-game tonight, so I volunteered you to look after their kids,” you confess, plastering a sugary-sweet smile on your face, while his falls, first into a deadpan stare, and then just utter disbelief.

“You did what?!”

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Thank you for reading, and feel free to criticize, I’m always looking to learn and grow as a writer. Also, if you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging, I would greatly appreciate it <3

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sirowsky · 2 years

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MY LOVES!!

I just realized that I've flown past 400 followers!! Which is amazing and thank you all so much ❤️

So, let's have another challenge to celebrate! Either pick something from the list below (lovingly borrowed from @imaginary-legendary-hamilton ) or whatever you like, even just one word, and I'll try and write a short drabble for you!

Which, for me, is truly a challenge 🤣

If you have a particular Pedro character in mind, let me know, otherwise I'll pick whichever one I feel is a good fit.

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1. “Do you want me to leave?”

2. “I swear it won’t happen again.”

3. “I’m not jealous.”

4. “You can’t keep doing this.”

5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

7. “You did what?!”

8. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

9. “Don’t ask me that.”

10. “I might have had a few shots.”

11. “What’s with the box?”

12. “Say it!”

13. “I could kiss you right now!”

14. “Are you done with that?”

15. “Are you still awake…?”

16. “Excuse you?”

17. “This is all your fault!”

18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”

19. “I could kill you right now!”

20. “Just admit I’m right.”

21. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

22. “That’s irrational.”

23. “Just pretend to be my date.”

24. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

25. “When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”

26. “I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.”

27. “I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.”

28. “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

29. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

30. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.”

31. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!”

32. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

33. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

34. “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

35. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

36. “Did I say that out loud?”

37. “Do you think they could have loved me?”

38. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

39. “How long have you been standing there?”

40. “Have I ever lied to you?”

41. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

42. “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.”

43. “I am not losing you again!”

44. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

45. “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

46. “I just need to be alone right now.”

47. “When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.”

48. “I made a mistake.”

49. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

50. “I need you to forgive me.”

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