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supernaturalgirl20 · 1 year

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Christmas Market

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of divorce, single father, friends to lovers, mutual pining, sexual desire, cursing.

A/N: part of @toomanystoriessolittletime December writing challenge. Totally not being posted on the correct day but 🤷‍♀️✌️

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Sophia was running around the back garden, a delighted squeal escaping her lips as Benny chased her. “I’m gonna get ya Bug,” he says as he sneaks up behind her, lifting her into the air.

Her giggle is contagious as you and the rest of the guys burst into laughter. “No, please uncle Benny. Don’t tickle me.”

“Ok, ok. I’ll let you go on one condition. You give your old uncle Benny a kiss on the cheek.” He smiles brightly down at her in his arms and she nods her little head before placing a kiss on his cheek. He gently lets her go, making sure she’s steady on her feet before taking his seat beside you again.

“Where’s Fish?” He asks as he takes a swig of his beer. “He went inside to take a call. I think it’s Maria. He didn’t look too happy,” you say as you try to catch a glimpse of him through the patio doors.

“Bet she’s cancelling again,” Santi says, anger evident in his tone as he watches Sophia play with her dolls. You felt sorry for her. Maria had given up her custody leaving Frankie to raise Sophia on his own and any time she was due to take her for any amount of time, she cancelled.

“Fuck,” Frankie huffs as he emerges from the house, his gaze set on his daughter. He lifted his cap off his head and ran his fingers through his hair frustratedly. “She’s gone and done it again. Why does she always do this?” He asks as he turns his gaze towards you.

Santi mumbles something in Spanish before downing his beer and standing. “Forget her, Fish. She doesn’t deserve that beautiful little girl.” He claps Frankie on the shoulder before making his way towards Sophia.

Frankie sighs again as he watches his best friend and his daughter play with dolls. He startles as you wrap your arms around him from behind before placing his hand atop yours and squeezing it gently.

“It’s gonna be ok, Frankie.” You say softly into the curve of his back, the smell of him filling your senses. You’ve always loved the smell of him. Cedarwood, motor oil and something that was distinctly Frankie. He smelled like home, not that you’d ever say that out loud.

“Yeah, I know. It’s just Maria was supposed to take her to the Christmas market to meet Santa. She’s gonna be so disappointed. How am I supposed to tell her that her mom has bailed yet again,” he says defeatedly.

Unwrapping your arms from around him you look to Will and Benny for help but they just shrug their shoulders and tilt their heads towards Frankie. Thanks, you mouth as you roll your eyes.

“How about I take her instead,” you say slightly nervously as you wait for Frankie to answer. His eyes drift from his daughter to you and they search your face for any sign of hesitation. “You’d do that,” he asks incredulously as he steps a little closer.

“Of course,” you say with a nod of your head. “She’s like a daughter to me. I know I’m not her mom but I love her and if she’s ok with it, I’d love to take her.” Frankie doesn’t say anything at first and you become worried you’ve crossed a line somehow but then he pulls you into him and kisses the top of your head.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He pulls away slightly and stares into your eyes and you think you see something akin to adoration flash through them. “Oh…I’m not…thanks,” you say quietly. You can feel your skin heat under his gaze and for a moment you swear he leans in closer but the clearing of a throat pulls him away.

“I’ll just…I’ll…yeah,” you stammer as you move away and walk towards Sophia and Santi. You can feel his gaze on you as you walk away and you can feel your skin heat from the inside out.

***

“When are you gonna tell her, man?” Benny asks as he watches Frankie gaze longingly after you.

He can feel his face heat and he clears his throat before shifting nervously and turning to his friends. “What…” he stammers out. “What are you on about?”

Benny and Will share a knowing look before smiling at him. “Come on Fish,” Will says as he slowly approaches him, resting his hand on his shoulder. “It’s clear as day you’re in love Y/N. Heck, she’s not very subtle either. How you two haven’t already got together is beyond us.”

“I’m not…. I don’t….wait..Y/N loves me?” Frankie asks, stunned, his eyes shifting from Will to Benny.

“You really haven’t noticed?” Benny asks as he lets his gaze wander to where you are. Frankie lifts his hat off his head again and runs his finger through his hair. Shit. Did you love him? How many fucking years has he wasted on other women when he could’ve just been with you?

“Maybe you should go with her and Sophia to the Christmas market. Use it as an opportunity to see how she really feels and maybe, ya know, finally grow a pair and tell her you’re hopelessly in love with her.” Frankie goes to smack Benny but he’s already run off laughing.

Will squeezes Frankie's shoulder and winks, “for once my baby brother ain’t wrong. Can’t hurt to try right?” With that, he joins the others leaving Frankie to think over what they’d just said.

He ran his hand down along his face and sighed. He was either gonna finally have you as more than a friend for the rest of his life or ruin the best thing to ever happen to him.

***

Sophia didn’t seem to be too concerned about the fact that her mother couldn’t bring her to the market. Especially when Frankie told her you would bring her instead. She was delighted and let out a little shriek when she ran at you, wrapping her small arms around your neck.

“Can I get a hot chocolate? With marshmallows and cream?” She asked, a huge smile lighting up her face.

You moved a loose strand of hair from her face and smiled softly at her. “You sure can, sweetie. I’ll even let you have some of that delicious salted popcorn they make fresh but don’t tell your daddy.”

She looks from you to Frankie - who's standing with his shoulder leaning against the doorframe, legs crossed and a huge smile on his face - with a cheeky smile before moving her fingers along her lips. “My mouth is sealed,” she whispered as she rushed off to get ready for bed.

“She is not sleeping tonight,” you say as you try to push up off the floor. Frankie rushes over to help, reaching out his hand to pull you up and once you’re steady he moves his hand, unconsciously, to rest on your waist.

The proximity has your heart beating faster and you feel a heat pooling between your thighs with the way he's looking at you. His eyes hold your gaze, only flickering briefly to your lips before he clears his throat and pulls away.

“I was….I was thinking, would you mind if I tagged along tomorrow? I don’t normally go with her when it’s Maria but she’s not taking her so….I mean it’s you….I…” he stammers and you smile at his awkwardness before you place your finger on his lips, effectively making him stop.

His eyes widened at the action. “Of course, you can come, Frankie. It’ll be fun with just us. The three musketeers.” He gulps loudly as you pull your finger away and you think you see a tinge of pink in his cheeks.

“Right,” you say with a clap of your hand gently on his chest, “I better get going. Will I come over here or are you two gonna pick me up?”

Frankie shakes himself from his thoughts and turns to you as you make your way towards the front door. “We’ll come to pick you up. Say around 9. Sound good?”

“Sure thing. I’ll be up and ready. Tell Miss Sophia not to eat too much for breakfast or she’ll be too full for all the treats.” With a quick wave, you hop in your car and pull out of the drive.

Frankie stands watching as you drive down the street and around the corner, out of sight. God how he wishes you were Sophia’s mom. You’re more a mother to her than Maria. Maybe someday, he thinks as he turns and closes the door behind him.

***

When you hop into his truck the next morning, Frankie hands you a steaming cup of coffee from your favourite cafe in town. “Oh. My. God. I love you,” you say as you take a sip. “Hmm, that’s so good,” you moan, resting your head back against the headrest. “Just what I needed.”

Frankie is sitting staring at your mouth, still thinking about the moan that just slipped past your plush lips. His cock stirs to life beneath his jeans as his mind wanders, thinking of other ways to make you moan like that.

“Can we go now, daddy?” Sophia asks from the back seat bringing him back to reality. With a clear of his throat, he turns his gaze back to the window as he starts the engine. “Sorry Mija, ready to go?” He glances over his shoulder at his daughter.

“Yeah, let’s go. I can’t wait to meet Santa,” she squeals. Frankie smiles at his daughter before glancing over at you to find your gaze already on him. His skin heats under your intense gaze and he adjusts himself, hoping you can’t see the effect you're having on him.

“Got your list ready for him, Soph?” You ask her as you look back at her over your shoulder. She nods her head, “yeah, but there’s only one thing I want for Christmas this year.”

“Yeah, what’s that?” Frankie asks, looking at her through the rearview mirror. “Can’t say. I gotta tell Santa first.”

Frankie catches your gaze and you shrug your shoulders with a smile. He knows what he wants for Christmas: she’s sitting across from him.

***

The market was bustling, crowds of people milling about the stalls that littered the park. There was a little of everything there from homemade treats, and beers to beautiful wooden toys.

Sophia’s excitement was uncontrollable as she went from one stall to the next, tasting sweets and wanting to buy presents for her uncles and her Abuela. You had already helped her with a present for Frankie - a new cap.

“Mi princesa, you need to slow down. We have all day,” Frankie laughed as his gaze drifted over to you.

“I love it, daddy. Thank you Y/N for bringing me today.” Sophia jumps into your arms and you hug her tight. “You don’t have to thank me, sweetie. I’m happy to take you. Now, wanna go see Santa and then get some of that delicious hot chocolate I promised?” You suggested before looking up at Frankie.

He’s staring down at you with a smile on his face and adoration in his eyes. He can’t believe how good you are with Sophia. He knows you’re gonna be a great mom one day. He only hopes that he’s the father.

“Come on, let’s go,” Frankie says, reaching out his hand for Sophia but you grab it instead, shocking him. His eyes drift to where your fingers are laced with his and after a moment he meets your gaze and smiles before leading you both to Santa’s grotto.

***

You and Frankie stand aside watching as Sophia whispers into Santa’s ear. She refused to tell you both what she was asking for and Frankie was getting antsy about it. “I need her to tell me what she wants, otherwise how am I supposed to get it for her,” he whispers as he bites his nails.

You smack his hand down away from his mouth, eyes lingering on his lips for a moment before meeting his gaze. “She’ll tell us, so stop worrying.”

“Excuse me, but do you and your wife want to hop into a picture with your daughter,” the lady dressed as an elf asks and you go to correct her but then Frankie wraps his arm around your waist.

“We’d love to,” Frankie says with a smile as he guides you along, his hand resting on your lower back. “Ok Everyone, say Merry Christmas.”

Your heart is fluttering wildly against your ribcage as the elf takes the picture, Frankie’s hand still resting on your back as you both stand behind Santa. The only thought running through your head was how good it felt to be called his wife.

***

“Can I have more marshmallows please?” Sophia asks, flashing her puppy dog eyes at Frankie. With a shake of his head and a smile on his face, he gives her permission to go up and ask the vendor for some.

“Thank you, for today. It means the world to me that you’re always there for her. For us,” Frankie whispered, his hand coming to rest atop yours.

Your heart beats frantically again and you swallow the hot chocolate before placing your cup on the table. “You don’t need to thank me, Frankie. I love spending time with her, with you. I’m always happy to help.”

You smile softly at him and he can’t help how his heart beats fast as you look him in the eyes. He thinks maybe Benny was right. Maybe you do like him. Only one way to find out.

“I was wondering, would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?” Frankie asks nervously, his thumb rubbing a circle into the skin on the back of your hand.

“Sure but what about Sophia? Who’s gonna mind her? Oh maybe she could come too, we can take her to that diner a town over, you remember the one ....”

Frankie’s face is turning red and he moves his hand away from yours as he pulls off his cap and runs his fingers through his hair, avoiding eye contact. He clears his throat, “I was actually….uh…well I…” he stammers.

You stare at him and realisation dawns on you. Is he asking you out?

“Frankie, are you asking me on a date?” You ask and wait with bated breath as he fixes his cap back on his head. “Yeah I am but only if you want to. I lo…I like you, really like you and I want to see where it goes but I also don’t want to lose you so if you don’t feel the same then just forget I said anything.”

He takes another sip of hot chocolate and lets his gaze drift to where Sophia is standing in line and when you place your hand on his thigh he almost chokes on the drink.

“I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to go on a date with you Frankie but I don’t just like you, I love you.” You whisper as you worry your bottom lip, hoping you haven’t freaked him out.

He releases a sigh of relief and reaches his hand out to caress your cheek. “Thank god, because I love you too. Always have. Can I…is it ok if I kiss you?” He asks, voice low and soft and when you nod your head he leans in and captures your lips in a searing kiss.

God, he loves the way you taste. That hint of chocolate and mint and he can feel himself harden in his jeans as he licks along the seam of your bottom lip. He wants nothing more than to take you home to his bed and show you how much he loves you. How much he craves you, but the sound of his daughter shrieking pulls you both apart.

“Yeah. He answered my wish,” Sophia shouts excitedly as she runs towards you. Frankie looks at you, his eyebrow raised in question but you just smile back at him.

“What exactly did you ask Santa for, Mija?” Frankie asks as stares down at his daughter.

“I asked him to make you two love each other and it worked. Does this mean Y/N is gonna be my mommy now?” She asks her little face alight with happiness as he looks between you both.

Frankie coughs and you can’t help but giggle at his reaction. “Well how about me and your daddy take it one day at a time, yeah. Besides, your daddy has to ask me to marry him first.”

She turns her gaze to Frankie, “ask her daddy, please,” she begs.

“Uh,” he stammers before he clears his throat, “at least let me take Y/N on a date first, ok Mija?”

“Ok.” She quickly drops the subject and dives into her small plastic cup of marshmallows completely oblivious to the awkwardness she just unleashed.

“I’d say yes, ya know.” You whisper into Frankie’s ear as he turns to face you, his cheeks tinged pink. “If you asked.”

“Umm, good to know baby.” He smiles at you before leaning in and kissing you softly on the lips. “I wonder if he will give me the other thing I asked for,” Sophia says as she lifts her cup of hot chocolate.

“What else did you ask for, Mija?” Frankie asks as he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“A baby brother or sister.”

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nobedofroses · 1 year

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December 2

pairing: Din Djarin x reader

warnings: fluff, allusions to spice

words: 949

a/n: slightly grumpy Din who is also a sucker

Last, Full List, Next

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While Din had been hunting his last bounty, you and Grogu had gone into the nearby village (you were allowed to because it was in the opposite direction the bounty had gone). As was usual, you went to the market to buy food and other staples that you liked to stock up on just in case you weren’t going to be on planet for a while.

The baby always stuck close by you and he was generally more well-behaved for you than he was with his dad. You were never sure whether it was because he felt less safe with you than his heavily armored and weaponed dad or if he thought you needed him for protection. Either way you weren’t complaining.

Today, as you were buying things, the vendors kept mentioning a light festival in the town, asking if the two of you were planning on going. Not knowing the area, you tried to subtly get information from different sellers (probably overly cautious, but Din had influenced you).

Apparently, there was a large garden at the edge of the village that was decorated in thousands of lights and there would be food vendors and live music. Grogu listened just as much as you did, and while you weren’t sure if he knew what the lights would look like, he was very interested at the prospect of food. And you knew that he would love the lights when he did see them.

The festival was going on for a couple nights so you would suggest it to Din when he got back to the ship. You knew better than to try and go just you and the baby, never being allowed to leave the ship without Din at night. Sure that between you and Grogu he would be convinced, the two of you grabbed some lunch before heading back to the ship.

That night, Din didn’t return until Grogu was asleep and you were getting ready for bed yourself. You were in the fresher but you could hear him take the bounty to the carbonite freezer and then he knocked on the door to give you the all clear. Once you were dried off and dressed, you went out and found him in the cockpit, clearly having just finished eating, but with his helmet back on.

You smiled at him and he held out a hand for you, helping you to sit sideways on his lap. The two of you were committed to be wed, and some days it felt like you couldn’t wait to be able to kiss him, see his face. The thought of getting to do it soon distracted you for a moment, but when he tilted his head in a clear mark of curiosity, you remembered what you were going to say.

Grabbing his hand in both of yours, you started playing with his fingers absent-mindedly as you started talking, “So Grogu and I heard about something that sounded like fun today.”

Din nodded and hummed for you to continue, though you also felt him shifting just a bit underneath you.

“The town is having a light festival this week with food and music and lights, of course, and I thought the baby would love it.”

“Just the kid?”

You smiled sheepishly, “Well, I would love it too. What do you say, can we go?”

He hummed in thought, which you thought was just to make you sweat. “Will I love it?”

You laughed and said, “I’m sure there will be things there you like. And if there isn’t, I’ll make it up to you.”

Din’s hands tightened on you and he said, “I think I need an example of that right now.”

Smiling suggestively, you readjusted to straddle him instead and said, “You can consider it a thank you.”

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The next evening, the three of you set out for the festival, and just as you predicted you all loved it. Even underneath his helmet, you could tell that Din was enjoying himself. He made a lot of comments about how everything was constructed and pointed out the particularly elaborate displays to the baby, all while sticking very close to you. The two of you didn’t like to display affection in public (mainly because Din didn’t want anyone to target you because of him), but he did guide you sometimes with a hand on the small of your back or the light touch of his fingertips on your elbow.

You and Grogu got your fill of yummy food and drinks as you walked, and you made sure to pack some away in your bag for Din to have later. By the end of the night, Din had to carry Grogu back to the ship, all tuckered out from the food and excitement.

While you put Grogu to bed, Din ate, and again you found him in the cockpit and again, you sat sideways on his lap.

“So what did you think?”

After several seconds, Din just shrugged and hummed noncommittally.

For a second, you questioned yourself, wondering if he actually hadn’t enjoyed himself, but then you felt his hands sliding up your thighs and you realized what he was thinking.

“Oh no, Din,” you said, exaggerating your worry. “You didn’t like it?”

Again, Din just shrugged, apparently incapable of outright lying to you.

“Poor honey, had to spend all that time walking around with us,” you gave him your best sad eyes, knowing he liked it when you babied him a bit. You moved to straddle him, again, and then leaned in, tugging his cowl down so your lips could find his neck, “I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 1 year

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Hello and welcome (back)!

This year I'm changing a couple of things.

This challenge used to focus on Christmas themes for the only reason that I am obsessed with Christmas. This year it's gonna focus more on the month of December and Winter. There will still be some Christmas themed prompts as a bonus, so if you want to take a christmas themed prompt instead of the daily prompt, you can chose that one.

It also won't be Song/Sentence prompts but Picture prompts for every day of December!

Rules:

Under the cut you will find 31 Winter themed pictures and 5 Christmas bonus pics as a collage with the daily picture prompts

There's also a link to a Pinterest board to have those pictures in bigger quality.

All fandoms are allowed!

Please tag everything correctly, 18+, smut, etc and add the read more thingie with fics over 500 words

Tag your fic with #StephsDecemberWritingChallenge and tag me in your post (if you want) so I can reblog/read it

Reblogs of this post are very much appreciated 😊

Link to the Pinterest board

If you have any questions drop me a DM!

Have Fun!!!

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words-are-fireproof · 1 year

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I wanted to let people know what I was working on this month. I feel like I'm not creating but I really am. I'm just not ready to post yet, for multiple reasons.

Without further ado:

Coming Soon™

Sweet, Summer Child (the thief!Death x ofc!reader)

Death falls in love with a mortal woman. It isn't easy for the two of you, but he's enamored with you, and he's willing to go the distance... well, kind of. It's complicated.

Rating: T

Current Word Count: 6.8k

wwdilfcember Prompts

@obiknights winter event. I have four planned for Javier P. and four planned for the thief!Death set in the middle of Sweet, Summer Child. The eight prompts I'm going to attempt to write are:

Bookstore date, candles, lazy Sunday, fireplace, snowball, baking/messy kitchen, hot chocolate, and midnight kiss.

Ratings: all T

Current Word Count: lol they're outlined

Like Ribbons on Wrists

FINALLY. I am working on chapter four. I have about fifteen chapters planned. Only seven of those are currently outlined. This week I'm going to focus on getting "With The Kids in the Gym" finished and posted by Thursday.

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count (so far): 2k

Chapter sneaky peek can be found here.

Last but not least:

I am working on @toomanystoriessolittletime's picture prompt list found here.

I have eight pictures semi planned out. All of them have characters attached to them. Whether or not I get all of them done is another story lol. I'm going to try to get as many done as possible. I don't think they're going to be very long but I'm gonna have fun with them.

Here's a teensy sneak peek:

Steven Grant takes you on a trip to Paris because you are tired of seeing London in the snow. So, why not see Paris in the snow?

#wwdilfcember #StephsDecemberWritingChallenge #the wine legend #casillero del diablo #the thief #marcus moreno #we can be heroes fanfiction #we can be heroes #sweet summer child #like ribbons on wrists #ribbons part iv #fanfiction #sam writes #I'm really bad at tags #javier peña #narcos fic #steven grant #oscar isaac characters #moon knight

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tea-reads · 1 year

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Steph’s December Writing Challenge - Day 21: Family of two, plus one

Din Djarin / The Mandalorian x reader (Modern AU)

WARNINGS: yearning to be a family

It would be a quick pit stop, but while waiting to pay for the gas, there were around four people in front of Din. It would be expected since everyone is off to their own holidays.

A notification from his phone went off and he took it out of his pocket to see you sent him a photo. Once he opened it, he felt a pang in his chest.

You took a photo of Grogu in his favourite green bear onesie he put on prior leaving the town you stayed at, fiddling around on the driver seat while the two of you waited for Din. You added a message jokingly saying his son wanted to drive because his father needed to rest. He knew it was you that wanted to drive.

Din smiled at the photo and had to take a deep breath to stop his heart from running rampant with longing. He must keep it quiet, keep it steady.

He could keep driving - he was still fine - but he knew you wanted to give, but he still has yet to learn how to receive with grace.

He stifled a yawn.

...Maybe he should let you drive.

Before Din was next to be served, he replied to your message, thanking you and that he would be there in a few minutes.

You smiled at your phone then looked down at the small child, still seated on the driver seat. He looked up you as if curious of what you were smiling and thinking about. You laughed lightly, loving his adorable face, and affectionately patted his head to which he liked.

Grogu was inquisitive though. He could tell how you often saw him as your own son, just as much he saw and wished for you to be his parent, next to his father.

#stephsdecemberwritingchallenge #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin

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supernaturalgirl20 · 1 year

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Marry me?

Pairings: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Warnings: Proposal, fluff, heated kissing.

Mini fic for Our Last Christmas

Part of @toomanystoriessolittletime December writing challenge.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

There was a weird tension in the air as Marcus drove you to some secret destination. He had picked you up from work with a bunch of roses and a megawatt smile before leaning in and kissing you softly.

“Can’t you just give me a little hint,” you said, flashing him your puppy dog eyes as you pleaded with him.

“Afraid not, baby,” he says with a shake of his head. “But you’ll like it, I promise.”

“Hmm, you and your secrets.”

His hand reaches across and rests on your thigh giving it a quick squeeze. “It won’t be a secret for too long. I love you baby.” His gaze is on you briefly and his eyes are filled with adoration. “Ok, I'll trust you.”

“Thank you,” he says softly as he gives your thigh a final squeeze before gripping the wheel with both hands.

He seems nervous, somehow. Which is a little strange for a date night but you don’t question it too much. When he pulls the car off the road and parks it up he turns to you with a sheepish smile on his face. “I’m gonna need to blind fold you now.”

“What?” You gasp as you watch him pull a satin blindfold from the glove box. “What are you up to?”

“Come on, turn around baby.”

You do as he asked and he wraps the black satin cover over your eyes before giving you a quick peck on the cheek. You can hear him opening his car door and closing it behind him before he rushes to your side to help you out.

Waving a hand in front of your face he asks if you can see him. “It’s pitch black, Marcus. I can’t see anything.”

“Good.”

With one arm wrapped around your waist he slowly guides you to your destination before coming to a stop. Marcus moves behind you and wraps both his arms around your waist. “I love you, you know that?”

“Hmm, and I love you too. Fuck it’s cold.” He runs his hand up along your arms to try and warm you a little before whispering, “you ready, baby?”

“Yes…please, I’m dying to know what’s going on,” you say with excitement lacing your voice. He slowly undoes the tie and it falls from your eyes.

You fail to notice that Marcus has let go of you as you take in the bright sign staring at you from the snow covered lawn. You gasp out a breath as you cover your mouth in awe. “Oh my god, Marcus.”

Turning, you find him down on one knee, a small velvet box in his hand as he stares up at you with tears in his eyes. “I love you baby. So fucking much and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. If you’ll have me?”

Your heart has swelled and you begin to sob as he continues with his proposal. “From the moment I met you three years ago, I knew. I knew you were the one I was gonna spend my life with. That you were the one I was gonna start a family with and grow old watching the grandkids run around the garden. Y/N, baby, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

“Yes,” you shout through your happy tears as he stands and places the ring on your finger. “Yes I’ll marry you.”

He lifts you into his arms and kisses you passionately before you hear people shouting and cheering. “What the?” You say, shocked as Marcus turns his attention towards the sign of lights that spell out marry me.

Suddenly there are people there, standing behind the sign and you can make out your family and you cry all over again. Turning your gaze back to Marcus, you find him already looking at you. “Surprise baby. I wanted to have both families here so I flew your mom and dad in for the weekend. I hope that’s ok?”

“Ok? Marcus this is amazing. You’re amazing. I love you so much.” You say softly before reaching up and kissing him gently. He holds you tight before both your moms no doubt pull you away from him.

“Here’s to forever baby.”

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Just Us

Pairings: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, soft kisses, budding romance.

A/N: thanks to @misspearly1 for the beta 🥰 also after this I won’t be doing a tag list anymore. So please follow @supernaturalgirl20-writes and turn on notifications ✌️💕

Series Masterlist

Part of @toomanystoriessolittletime December writing challenge.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

You were nervous.

Not that you were going to tell Marcus that, especially when he had organised a wonderful date. The sound of laughter and screams fills your senses as you edge closer to the ice rink. Please don’t let me make a show of myself. We’ve only been on four dates. He’s gonna run a mile.

The feel of his hand gently squeezing yours pulls you from your thoughts and you slowly turn your head to meet his gaze.

“Hey, you ok?” He asks, his voice soft as he turns to face you, lifting his hand to caress your cheek. “You seem a little anxious.”

You smile at him bashfully, your eyes flicking towards the ice before meeting his gaze again. “It’s just…,” you stammer, worrying your bottom lip. “I’m not very good at ice skating. I always fall.”

His eyes shine bright beneath the artificial lights and a smile begins to form at the corners of his mouth. “It’s ok, I’m quite good at it.”

Your heart hammers in your chest. Of course he is. He is good at everything. Great, I’m gonna look even worse now. His thumb runs down along your cheek and under your chin, tilting your head upwards so you meet his gaze. “What I meant is that I’m good enough for the both of us. As long as I’ve got you, I’m never gonna let you fall.”

Is it too early to say the L word? You think to yourself as he leans in and kisses you softly. “Come on, let’s get our skates.” He laces his fingers with yours once again and leads the way.

***

Standing at the edge of the ice rink, the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly as you slowly step out. Marcus is there, hand outstretched, waiting for you to take it.

With a glance up at him you stammer nervously, “you promise you won’t let me fall?”

He smiles at you as you take his hand, “with everything that I am, I promise I won’t let you fall.”

“Ok,” you say calmly as you feel him pull you slowly towards him. Your legs are a little shaky at first but with Marcus’s tight grip and gentle instructions, you soon find your groove. With a tight grip on your hand, he pushes you out from his side a little. “Hey, remember what I said? I won’t let you fall,” he says softly at the anxious look on your face.

“I trust you,” you say with a smile. He starts to move, pulling you along beside him as you both glide along the ice. He picks up speed slightly and then he swirls you around before pulling you into his warm embrace.

“Wow,” you say with your hand resting on his chest, the thrum of his heart calming your racing one. “That was amazing. You’re really good at this.”

“Had loads of practice. My mom and dad used to take me, my brother and sister to the ice rink in town every year. Sort of like a family tradition.” Maybe I can take you next year? He thinks to himself.

“How about we get some hot chocolate?” He says as he stares down at you, the flash of some unknown emotion in his eyes. As he guides you both back towards the edge, the little voice inside your head urges you to admit your true feelings for the man. He’d been so understanding tonight and never once left your side, making sure he kept his promise.

“That wasn’t so bad,” you say as you both hand back your skates. Marcus looks down at you with a warm smile on his face and his eyes are full of adoration. “I knew you’d like it. And you were great.”

“Only because I had you holding me the whole time. Maybe next year I’ll be able to skate without squeezing your hand to death,” you say with a laugh, using humour to disguise your embarrassment. Marcus is now staring at you with an unreadable look on his face and you can’t hear that his heart is beating hard inside his chest, so hard that it is deafening his ears.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you begin to fiddle with the strings in your scar after coming to the realisation of what you’ve just said. Next year. You said next year, assuming that you’ll even be together for that long and now you're worried that you were coming on too fast.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” You apologise quickly, hoping to explain yourself and salvage the moment you were just having with the man, “That was too forward of me. It’s just that I have so much fun when I’m with you… I feel like I can be myself, and… I really like you-no. No, actually, I don’t like you. I love you and I want to-'' Marcus's lips press against yours, stopping you from rambling.

His tongue runs along the seam of your lips and he swallows the soft moan that escapes them. You can’t believe he’s kissing you like this. That he hasn’t run a mile after you told him you loved him. God you hope he’s the one. You know he is. You just hope he feel it too.

Once those three little words left your lips, Marcus needed to kiss you. He was worried his emotions would make him stumble on his words so he did the only thing he could think of. Kiss you. He’s never felt like this before. Not with anyone and he knows deep down to his very bones that you're the one.

“Oh thank god,” he breathes out as he pulls back a little. Finally able to form coherent sentences, he holds your cheek in the palm of his hand. “I’ve wanted to tell you all night but I was worried I’d scare you off. I love you too, baby.”

Your lips meet again in a passionate kiss and a group of young people pass whistling and jeering. “Get a room,” they shout.

A laugh erupts from you both and Marcus rests his head against yours. “Maybe we should, you know….get a room?” You say bashfully as you hold his gaze.

Marcus’s eyes blow wide with lust as he pulls back and twines his hand in yours. “Mine or yours?”

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Meet You There

Pairings: Ezra x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst,references to sex, second chance romance, mentions of injury, low self esteem (Ezra).

Part of @toomanystoriessolittletime writing challenge

December writing Challenge

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

He felt nervous.

For the first time in cycles as he slowly approached the familiar bookstore. It was a simple red brick building with a bright red door and he supposed many passers by wouldn’t even give it a second look. After all, it was nothing special. It blended seamlessly in with all the other buildings surrounding it but he knew different.

This was the place where rare books could be bought. This was the place where a scoundrel like himself could weave through the aisles of old books unnoticed. It was the place where he met you.

***

As his feet carry him through the crowds a smile edges its way onto the corners of his mouth as the memory of your first meeting flashes through his mind. He’d been browsing some of the books from the old earth when you literally crashed into him, the pile of books in your arms obscuring your view.

“I’m so sorry, oh I’m such an idiot,” you said with a tinge of embarrassment, your cheeks reddening under his stare. He couldn’t help it, truly. He’d never seen anything more beautiful and he’d seen the rarest of gems. He helped you pick them up and carry them to a little nook in the back where you proceeded to talk and talk for hours.

He must have been good in a past life he had thought to himself the more he learned about you. You both shared an interest in literature, poetry and ecosystems and he loved the way your eyes would light up when you talked about something you were passionate about.

He made the first move. Leaning in and kissing you softly as you rambled on, the feel of his slightly dry lips on yours silencing you.

He was enraptured. You were like a siren in the books of old calling him to his doom and he would gladly perish at your feet. The soft kiss became more heated and then you asked him back to yours where you became a tangle of limbs and soft moans as he buried himself inside you.

His skin tingles at the memory and his cock stirs to life beneath his sweatpants. The memory of your naked form had kept him company on those long lonely nights on the green.

Now, as he stood staring at the doors to the bookstore that started it all, he can’t help the worrisome feeling that settles in the pit of his stomach. Will you be here? Would you want to see him if you were?

***

You’d both made an agreement way back when, that every year you would both meet here, same time, same place. Until such a time that you both would give up prospecting and settle down somewhere. That had gone on every year for six years until he became trapped on that Kevva forsaken moon.

Ezra pushes open the door, the small bell overhead signalling his arrival and as it closes behind him he quickly scans the store for any sight of you. A disappointed sigh leaves his lips as it becomes apparent you aren’t there. You had probably moved on. Met someone new, someone who could be there for you.

He moves slowly through the store, his feet carrying him to the aisle where you’d first met and he can feel the stares of the patrons boring into him. No doubt staring at the lack of appendage as the sleeve of his jacket hangs loosely at his side. At least he doesn’t have to bear the rejection you would no doubt have shown him.

His eyes rove through the new titles that have been added when a familiar voice echoes behind him.

“Ezra?” You almost whisper, and his body stiffens with shock. Is it really you? Have you really waited for him?

“Moonbeam,” he questions as he turns in the direction of your voice. He gasps at the sight of you before him, a hopeful look in your eyes. “Is it really you, Ez?”

He takes a step forward, slowly reaching his hand out, the need to touch so overwhelming. He nods his head, his eyes taking you in. You haven’t changed a bit and a warmth floods his veins as he thinks he’s finally found his home. “It’s me, I assure you. I..”

His words trail off as his hand caresses your cheek causing your eyes to flutter closed. “I cannot believe you're truly here, moonbeam. It’s as if all my dreams have come true, or I’ve finally run out of luck and met my maker.”

You open your eyes and smile brightly up at him, “I thought the worst last year Ez when you weren’t…I feared you were…” you gulp, unable to speak your worst fears aloud.

“I will not lie, moonbeam. I almost perished on the green moon but a saviour came and helped me leave that wretched place, albeit minus a limb.” He says, lifting the right sleeve of his jacket and your eyes drift towards where his arm should be.

“Oh Ezra. I’m so sorry you had to endure that. I should have been there….maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Hush, do not blame yourself my star…if you had accompanied me on that trip it could have been you who perished and it would have killed me twice over.” His thumb rubs soothingly over your cheek before drifting down to your chin where he tilts it upward.

“Dare I hope that you have waited all this time for a lonely soul such as myself?” His voice is laced with hope as his eyes flicker from yours to your lips.

Your hand wraps itself in his sweater effectively pulling him close. “I would wait forever for you, Ez. You should know that.”

Before he can say another word you reach up and touch your lips to his in a soft kiss. His tongue teases the seam of your lips until you open for him. The kiss is aching and all consuming as your tongues caress each other. A throat clearing pulls you apart and he rests his head against yours.

“I think I’m ready to settle down now, moonbeam. If you’ll have me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

#pedro pascal #ezra x f!reader #pedro pascal x reader #ezra x reader #ezra x fem!reader #pedro pascal x female reader #stephsdecemberwritingchallenge

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Steph’s December Writing Challenge - Day 11: Fake Date

Jack Daniels / Agent Whiskey x reader

WARNINGS: quick mention of jealousy and insecurity, but this one is very soft.

At some point between your rivalry with Whiskey, it was inevitable that you would go undercover as a couple. What was ironic that it was in the so-called ‘city of love’.

“I’m only doing this because of the mission.” You grumbled and held his arm that he offered. Once you arrived, you planned to walk around the city to familiarise yourself, but Whiskey insisted he’d go with you just so you could ‘at least look and act like a couple’. The wind picked up just a bit, and you shivered and pressed closer to Whiskey. You didn’t want to admit it, but it was a nice feeling.

“I know what you think of me, but you forget I am a gentleman too, darlin’.” Whiskey said, briefly letting you go so he could take off his coat and he used it to cover the both of you. He gently pulled you back against him once he wrapped his arm around your waist. Immediately, your body heated up.

“Warm enough now, darlin’?”

“…You don’t have to call me ‘darling’…” You mumbled, flustered by how tender Whiskey was.

“Why not? Sounds to me you like it,” He cooed, “but if you say so.” He guided you up a set of steps to a platform to see the Eiffel Tower in all of its glory. There were a few couples huddled together to take a photo of the attraction. You grimaced at the sight, but you focused on what’s going on in the city.

Moments pass by and the silence you shared with Whiskey was... refreshing. There may be some other quiet times that you may not recall, but this felt like a first. It was nice to be in a situation where you felt like you no longer needed to fight.

“You know… you are so damn stubborn-” Whiskey said quietly out of nowhere.

Welp, that ruined the moment.

“- and I like that about you.”

Or maybe not.

You looked at him in confusion. For every compliment he’s given, it held a hidden motive. The compliments he’s given you especially were normally flirty, but at most, sarcastic. Here, he sounds honest - genuine for once. You could fire back with a snarky comment, but you chose the path of least resistance. You held your tongue and turned to look back at the tower.

As time went on, your perception of Whiskey changed.

Sure he could be annoying but…

You liked him.

And what you have achieved as an agent was because of him. What you saw him do has pushed you to be better. Maybe you were a little jealous of him and insecure, but overall, you were one to improve yourself for your own sake and for the Statesmen.

But you liked him. Plain and simple.

The cold wind rushed through again, and you were grateful of the warmth provided by Whiskey.

“You can be stubborn too… and I also like that about you.” You said eventually.

#stephsdecemberwritingchallenge #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels #agent whiskey

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Steph’s December Writing Challenge - Bonus #4: Family of Three

A/N: Last part for Din! Enjoy :)

Din Djarin / The Mandalorian x reader (Modern AU)

WARNINGS: none

The two of you already wore your matching pyjamas, and without Din knowing, you would rope him into wearing one as well.

“All done. Alright, Grogu, you can give this to your dad,” You whispered to Grogu, unable to hide your mischievous grin as you gave him the box you wrapped as the two of you sat on the couch, just a few metres away from Din.

Grogu carried the gift over to his father, who was on the other side of the room, sitting on a stool by the kitchen counter, reading on his phone and drinking coffee. Din noticed the child coming over and set his phone down, “Hey, kid… oh, is that for me?” He asked, surprised. Grogu nodded, beaming at him as he proudly handed his gift to his father. “Thank you, Grogu.” Din whispered, smiling at his son and patting his head.

The moment Din saw the reindeer slippers and the red pyjama set, the exact same outfit as yours and Grogu’s, Din shot you the most unamused look. The way you faked an innocent smile was obvious enough you were behind it and influenced his son to join in. And by the look of it, Din was asking you if he has to wear it.

“Come on, Din, Grogu picked it. I promise you’ll have to wear it just for tonight, and for only one night every year.” You said, pouting and giving your best puppy eyes.

“...Fine.” He sighed then put the box down on the counter and took the outfit to your shared bedroom to change. You knew he’d do anything for you and Grogu, and sometimes you just have to take the opportunity to drag him in for a little fun. He needed it.

Your son giggled as you winked at him and gave him a thumbs up.

Din should have anticipated the mischief the two of you would bring, but regardless, he wouldn’t trade anything for it as he loved you both, no matter what.

#stephsdecemberwritingchallenge #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin

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Steph’s December Writing Challenge - Day 12: Breaking Point

A/N: ngl writing the action to transition to the soft, comfort fluff was intense. I hope I did it justice. This is the second last part for Agent Whiskey as I’ve got a bonus coming up. Enjoy :)

Jack Daniels / Agent Whiskey x reader

WARNINGS: non-explicit violence; brief use of guns; timed bomb; explosion; crying and a lot of feelings and comforting

“Where the hell are you!?” Whiskey shouted angrily into the earpiece, running out of the entrance gates of the castle, closely followed by a group of the enemy’s remaining henchmen. You were supposed to be out with him, but you stayed back for revenge. Little did you know, the psychopath set off a timer bomb inside the castle, and you now had less than a minute to escape. He knew how you’d act.

“You’re not gonna make it… but go on… try…” He breathed his last words.

“I’m coming out now — just hold on!” You yelled, frantically jumping down from a flight of stairs and rolling to cover your landing. You reached the entrance and raced back to Whiskey.

Whiskey fired his guns at the oncoming men and they dropped within seconds. The missions you did together were always quick and easy. You always had room for banter and even when in danger, the two of you were unstoppable. He never really worried about you because you have always showed your competence to hold off on your own.

But for once, karma took control.

And for once…

Whiskey was terrified of losing you. He regretted going ahead of you.

“WHISKEY!” You cried and a wave of relief washed over him when he saw you running out.

You mustered up what little energy remained from your tired muscles to push for another sprint. He was just near the end of the path, but he was running towards you.

“Stay there!” You shouted as you and dove towards him.

5....

4...

Whiskey caught you and you both crashed into the ground - Whiskey protecting you mid-fall.

3....

2...

You had a device ready to set up a shield that formed a small dome over the two of you once you immediately jabbed it into the ground.

1....

0...

The explosives set off, destroying the castle inside until it was left in flames.

You closed your eyes, embracing for impact, but the shield protected you both as chunks of glass, stone and other debris bounced off and the smoke never reached you.

The two of you stayed still and waited when it all calmed down and it was safe to deactivate the shield, but you wanted to stay in the protective bubble. You wanted to stay in the dark for a little longer.

“You can open your eyes now, darlin’… we’re safe.” You heard your partner say softly.

Whiskey.

You peeked your eyes open and you realised you have never felt more happy to see his face. You didn’t care that you were clinging onto each other for dear life and he was carefully caressing your the back of your head. You were still processing everything that happened. But one thing kept ringing in your head: you were happy that it’s over and that you were still alive. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Then it hit you.

“You okay?” Whiskey checked in with you.

You loved him.

For so long your hearts ached for each other, and the way you came to terms with were opposite - Whiskey accepted his love for you, but you kept denying what you felt for fear that intimacy or attachment would hold you back. You were afraid that the signs Whiskey was showing recently were fake, but you knew better. All the times spent with Whiskey felt right. You liked being with him just as much he liked being with you.

You buried your head into his chest and began to sob. You held on to him tighter as you released years of heartache and longing. Neither of you have seen each other at their most vulnerable, and as your first time showing your rawest emotions, Whiskey held you and comforted you. Neither of you had to say anything because the two of you knew.

The feeling was mutual.

You continued to cry and Whiskey hugged you tightly, rubbing your back up and down to soothe the emotional pain, and pressed kisses against the top of your head, whispering “I’ve got you, darlin’” and “we’re safe now.”

You held on to each other for as long as you needed, and Whiskey comforted you until you were ready. Whiskey cupped your cheek and tilted your head up so that he could look at you. Your eyes were puffy and red, cheeks stained with tears, and you lips trembled. You felt embarrassed he had to see you like this, but Whiskey smiled softly, his eyes filled with empathy and admiration. He wiped the remaining tears and kissed your forehead.

“Ready to head home?” He whispered against your skin, and you nodded.

#stephsdecemberwritingchallenge #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels #agent whiskey

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Steph’s December Writing Challenge - Day 22: Touch

A/N: I try to aim for short and sweet, but when it comes to moods like this, my perfectionistic tendencies comes out. And I guess the way I have used little to no dialogue it was a good exercise to be creative. Enjoy :)

Din Djarin / The Mandalorian x reader (Modern AU)

WARNINGS: a lot of soft and touch-starved Din.

There was something surreal about this image: a father’s dear friend, longed as a romantic partner, sitting up by the corner of the king-sized bed, which they convinced Din to sleep on the same bed that was only available because there was no way he was sleeping on the couch as his back needs a break, against the large window with his son, fast asleep on their lap. His friend silently admired the view of the snowy trees that filled every inch of the mountains, all under a dull grey-white atmosphere that never touched you, but only amplified the feeling of home you brought.

From Din’s perspective, this had to be a dream. He would question what he did to deserve a peaceful moment like this and doubted that he could have another one like this, but you kept hoping otherwise.

Din didn’t realise he was staring until you gazed at him, where he stood by the door frame, holding his cup of coffee, and asked if he was okay. Embarrassed, Din blurted out an apology and said he’d let the two of you be, but you laughed softly to reassure him and quietly invited him to join you. You saw his eyes flash with hesitation, to which you had mistaken as discomfort, and you quickly apologised, but Din shook his head - he wanted to tell you that he liked spending time with you, but instead he said you didn’t do anything wrong- and made his way to the bed, careful not to wake his son up.

Still occupying the same corner, Din sat up leaning against the other side of the glass window, facing perpendicular to you. You weren’t exactly touching, and this only caused the tension to thicken. It was as if your bodies cried out for each other’s touch, but both of you were terrified of revealing the depth of one’s love to the other because fear kept holding you back.

The opportunity to hold you and his son dangled in front of Din’s eyes, mocking him. Both of you snuck glances of each other when one wasn’t looking every now and then. What used to feel like standing in a long-winded stream of clear water that flowed delicately, now gradually transformed into a tight rope where Din faced a strong wind current and struggled to gain balance. Din knew you wouldn’t judge him, but despite the safety net, he wasn’t quite ready to take the fall.

He thought of all the reasons why now wasn’t the right time, but one thought kept coming back to him: if not now… then when? How much longer are you willing to delay?

He gave in and took the jump.

Alarmed by hearing Din sigh, you asked if he was okay and if he needed anything.

He looked at you, your heart clenched when you saw the vulnerability in his eyes. You were afraid he was keeping a secret from you, but you waited patiently as Din gathered up the courage to speak what was on his mind. In the midst of the silence, you both were supposed to be comfortable with, it was now becoming unbearable.

Finally, Din breaks the silence with a hushed tone and a hint of fear, requesting something so simple, yet powerful.

“Can I hold you? …Please?”

You stared at him, letting the words hung in the air for a moment, processing what you heard was correct. Din looked like he regretted asking, his Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed the nervousness, then opened his mouth to take it back, but you quickly interjected and told him, breathlessly, that he could. You hoped you didn’t sound too eager.

The atmosphere still felt awkward as Din moved to sit behind you and you let your back rest against him, stroking his son’s back as he stirred a little in his sleep. You would think your heart would be racing and bouncing around with excitement by his touch, but it was rather calm, almost like a warming greeting for a long-awaited reunion.

Din then wrapped his arms around you and Grogu, and asked if you were okay. You said you were and checked in with him. You sensed him pause, but then felt Din place a light kiss on the top of your head - your body heated up, but it wouldn’t take long to grow accustomed to his affections - and murmured when he’s with you he’s more than okay.

Your worlds were finally at peace; you no longer had to hide. And as far as confessions go, this was the first step.

By the time you and Din fell asleep, Grogu slowly blinked his eyes open and took a peek if you were okay as he felt you move briefly. To his surprise, and joy, he found his father had joined them. He sleepily grinned at the two of you, happy to be a family of three, then closed his eyes again to enjoy a moment of rest once more.

#stephsdecemberwritingchallenge #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin

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