Narcos fic: Starter Home

This is for @by-ilmater. Ash, I actually wrote this for your birthday last year but I was in the throes of writer's block at the time and felt dissatisfied with it and didn't have it in me to keep redrafting. But now I kind of feel like, it's probably still better to share an imperfect fic rather than hoard it to myself where no one else can enjoy it even a little tiny bit. So I hope this brightens your day 😘

Title: Starter Home Pairing: Steve/Connie/Javier Rating: Teen Word count: 405 Content/warnings: AU (no baby), post-series, established (poly) relationship, domesticity, intimacy. Unbetaed.

The house was cramped from the beginning. It was what they call a starter home—sold as a two-bedroom but the second room no bigger than a county jail cell—with a small kitchen and a small living room and a tiny bathroom featuring a single pedestal sink and an old, built-in tub that even Connie couldn’t sit in without tucking her knees nearly to her chest.

The bathroom was undoubtedly the worst thing about the house.

The best thing—well, that was easy. The best part came when they’d convinced Javi he belonged there with them, too. And somehow, he fit right in, brightening up the place like the brand new bulbs Steve had installed in the ancient chandelier-style light fixture in the foyer.

Connie has the best life, hands down.

I just love, love, love your little snapshots. Delicious vignettes of the best kind of sweetness. Thank you ❤️💜💚

Narcos fic: Old Acquaintance

Happy New Year! This is my contribution to the @pickled-pena challenge. It was such a fun idea I couldn't resist trying to whip something up for it. I'm taking a Tumblr break for January so I'm actually scheduling this to post and I'm looking forward to seeing other people's fics when I get back 🥰 (or on AO3 before that!)

Because I'm apparently only capable of writing the exact same dynamic over and over, this is sort of a spiritual sequel to Where the Love Light Gleams, only set at New Year's instead of Christmas. 🤷‍♀️

Title: Old Acquaintance Pairing: Steve/Connie + Javier Rating: Teen Word count: 550 Content/warnings: Post-series, pre-OT3, alcohol, sappiness, Javi getting loved on. Unbetaed.

Steve isn’t a belligerent drunk, but he is an argumentative one.

“You stand there and accuse me,” he protests, “but where were you at the time?”

It’s New Year’s Eve and they’re not as young as they once were. Instead of finding a pretty girl at a dance club or a house party, Javi is spending the evening sprawled comfortably on the Murphys’ living room sofa, nursing vodka martinis and half-watching Dick Clark on the TV out of the corner of his eye. The volume is nearly muted, allowing their conversation to flow with the drinks, and they’ve now reached the stage of the evening where innocent observations are being taken as personal affronts.

The sweetest and best way to start the new year. These three are my favourite and so are you @alwaysbethewest 🥰🥰🥰

OBERYN MARTELL in every episode of GAME OF THRONES (2011–2019) ➡ Breaker of Chains (04E03)

PEDRO PASCAL in THE SIXTH GUN (2013)

Designated Person | Chapter 8

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader

Chapter 8: Invitation

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Word Count: 10.3k+

Content / Warnings: Frankie POV, infidelity, past romantic & sexual relationship, angst, food, AA meeting mention, jealousy, alcoholism, lying, conflict avoidance, crying, unprotected piv sex, dirty talk, internal conflict, suggestion of sexual assault, trauma response, verbal argument

Notes: HEY HI! First of all big thanks to @frannyzooey for beta reading for me, I appreciate you with all my heart. Ok so up until a few days ago, this chapter was going to be this plus the birthday party. But I made an executive decision I think it will be better. So here's this and just know I already have a pretty solid head start on the next chapter lol. ANYWAY let me know what you think, ok love u bye.

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“…Happy birthday, dear Sarah, happy birthday to you!”

Sarah’s pudgy little feet patter in place on the seat of the dining room chair. Frankie rubs her back and says, “Blow out the candles!”

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You got knocked out. No. I wasn't knocked out. We both know I could'a gotten back up again. I just didn't want to. I'm not a boxer.

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Saying I love you with a letter (Ezra x reader)

Month: May

Word count: ~900

Warnings: ANGST, mcd

Notes: You receive a letter from Ezra.

I don't know exactly what happened here. I was in the grumpiest of moods and needed to write something before the end of June. And I did...technically. Oh well... everyone needs something to be the laziest and worst thing they've written. This is probably mine.

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Oh Monkey, I’m not crying, really I’m not. ♥️♥️♥️🥺🥺🥺

PEDRO PASCAL Photographed by Norman Jean Roy for Esquire (2023)

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PEDRO PASCAL  The Last of Us Invitation To Set |  HBO Max

Pedro in Ink

The Last of Us premiere day is finally here 💜

Pedro Pascal, hand drawn in black Sakura ink on 300gsm white card-stock.

Like so many of you, I was heartsore to hear that we'd lost Cindy, our dearest @keeper0fthestars, a few weeks ago. From my first days on Tumblr, Cindy's kindness and sweet nature were a guiding light, and I dearly wish I could tell her, just one more time, how much her encouraging words meant to me.

In loving memory of Cynthia, I've decided to auction both of these original drawings with all of the proceeds going to The Victoria Hospital Foundation Palliative Care Department that cared so well for her. 

If you'd like to bid on either of the drawings, they can be found here:

Triple Frontier fic: A Pilot for Christmas

It's @pedrostories Secret Santa day!! My assignment was for @frannyzooey, who requested domesticity, roommates-to-lovers, and fluff or smut 🥰 I had some of the most fun EVER writing this fic, so I hope it will make you smile, too, Kelli. Merry Christmas!! 🎄 Thank you to @mourningbirds1 and @fleetwoodmactshirt, both of whom I—not to be dramatic but—basically can't live without at this point, and at the very least couldn't have written this fic. And she's not a Pedro fan so I can't imagine she wants to be tagged in this, but thank you to my friend Alyssa for kindly helping me with one of the very few pieces of actual research I did for it.

Title: A Pilot for Christmas Pairing: Frankie Morales/f!Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 4.8k Content/warnings: roommates to lovers, hot single dad Frankie, pining, yearning, lusting, questionable romance novel smut, compromising positions, sexual content, fade to black, food, domesticity. Unbetaed, so please let me know if you spot any typos/errors!

A gorgeous warm hug of a holiday romp. Mary you slay me every time ♥️

He would make a great professor, the way he talks with his hands. 

Kingsman fic: That's You for Me

Folks, you know that thing where you see a cowboy and you think, he's cute and all, but what if I wrote him as troubled and sad on New Year's Eve? Well—

Title: That's You for Me Pairing: Agent Whiskey/f!Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 1.8k Content/warnings: alcohol, lingerie, a maudlin cowboy, established relationship, mundanity, softness, lap sitting, neither plot nor porn, kind of emotional hurt/comfort I guess? Reader is mostly blank slate but is described as having cleavage. Unbetaed but as always thank you to @mourningbirds1 and @fleetwoodmactshirt for being my sounding boards and cheerleaders 💞

It’s raining out, and the backseat of this car is a welcome refuge, warm and dry and clean. The driver has K-LOVE playing on the radio—quiet, contemporary love songs to Jesus after dark—and you wonder if he sees you as a soul in need of saving. You probably look the part—eye makeup overdone and smudged by now, and cleavage peeking out from under your coat. You’re buzzed on good champagne and mid-shelf vodka and you meet his eyes in the rearview mirror and give him a smile, because you can’t help it, because it’s New Year’s Eve and you’re filled with a sense of warmth and goodwill toward your fellow man.

Your own man had stayed home tonight, claiming a pile of work needed his attention, and the tone of his voice had told you it was an excuse, and the look on his face had told you not to push it, so you didn’t. The party was fun, even without him on your arm, but the want of him had been tugging you back home all evening and you’d bowed out well before midnight and summoned a cab.

Oh Mary I love your writing like nothing else.

**sighs happily. Every. Single. Word is picked and placed perfectly. It's a complete joy.

I love the understated, easy and so very real relationship. Real in way they don't have to pretend to be anything other than what they are. Both are comfortable in their own skins.

This is a smooth and silky and also as deep and earthy as that $200 whisky he's drinking.

Please Mary, can I have some more ❤️❤️❤️🥃🥃🥃🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻