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𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝 𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚛

Hi.

So I rewrote my script. It’s a little less cringe but it’s still somewhat embarrassing sharing this, it feels so personal but I mean This is kinda like... “our journey”.

E U G H-

Cringeeeeeee

I want other people to use my script for inspiration or example if they need help scripting.

If someone wants to give me some constructive criticism please do!

I also added more images for visualization and inspiration and scripted what my Hero costume would look like.

I feel like I’m sooooo close to shifting so hopefully this new script helps me.

Ps I feel the need to clarify, I am not going to my dr to have sex. That shit makes me u n c o m f y

hobi showing the vocal line saying he raised them 😆🥺

hairstyle meme! sumeru babygirls (and diluc)

Mobile wallpapers made from Ralph McQuarrie Star Wars art

I hate hbo max. I hate Disney +. I hate Amazon prime. I hate streaming platforms that treat their staff and creators like donkey shit. I hate that they don’t compensate for rewatches or popularity and can’t even take out the fucking commercials. I hate our monthly fees for media that can just be put in the vault and written off as if it never existed. I hate our reliance on mega corporations for our daily serotonin. I want weekly shows where I can theorize with my friends. I want dvds to be popular again. I want no commercials and for my favorite creators to be paid to imagine a better world than this.

I want to lay my head on his chest. 🙂🙂

OSCAR ISAAC as LLEWYN DAVIS in INSIDE LLEWYN DAVIS (2013) dir. Coen Brothers

About what you could do for us (even though you really don't have to), because we were there for you. I have an idea for a Frankie fic.

I'm a baker and I've always loved the idea of people enjoying my cakes. I love baking for people.

Then I had this dream. I was friends with the guys and often made cakes and treats for them. In the dream (and real life to be honest) I'm head over heels with Frankie and would blush everytime he liked my cakes. He even got a little more tummy by eating cakes all the time 😆💜

What I didn't know was that he was crazy about me to. But then I woke up, before any of us could do anything about it.

Maybe you'd have some idea of how to make this into an awesome fic 😁❤

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: bad flirting, awkward Frankie and reader, Benny is the silly one of the group and you can’t change my mind

A/N: Okay. So I absolutely love this! Thanks for sending it in!

[frankie masterlist][frankie masterlist pt. 2]

part 2

“There she is! Our favorite little baker!” Benny shouted as he walked into the shop with the rest of the guys in tow. The rest of the patrons turned and looked at him as you shook your head.

“I know you only say that for free treats, Benny,” you teased.

“Hey, we all have a sweet tooth and we don’t trust anyone else to make us stuff,” he admitted. You walked from behind the counter and gave him a quick hug before hugging the other guys.

“How you guys been?” you asked, zoning in on Frankie who always seemed to linger in the back of the group. You had to confess that you always found him the most attractive out of them all and, more often than not, you found yourself thinking about him. “Frankie...”

“I’m-I’m good, thanks.” He looked at you then looked away quickly, smiling down at the floor as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I want you guys to try something new for me. Go find a table and I’ll bring it out,” you told them and they all scrambled excitedly to the table with the most seats right by the window. 

You walked to the back and carefully plated the chocolate treats you had made last night. You tasted one yourself and thought it was great, but it was always nice to have a second, third, fourth, and fifth opinion. When you walked back out, Benny pumped his fists in the air and you laughed. Frankie stared out the window but looked as soon as you place the plates on the table. His eyes widened ever so slightly.

“I know how much you like chocolate, Frankie,” you said and he froze as he reached for a plate and looked up at you.

“Y-You do?” he asked, a small smile playing at his lips.

“I do.” You winked before walking away and you could hear the guys all teasing him now.

You busied yourself with other customers for a while, your eyes drifting back to Frankie every now and then. They were all talking animatedly about something but you couldn’t really pay attention since you were minding other customers.

“Frankie, dude, please go over there and tell her how much you liked her new...treat,” Santiago said. He nudged his best friend but Frankie only shook his head and shushed him.

“She’ll hear you. She’s...looking over here!” he whispered angrily before covering his face with a menu.

“And that’s not obvious at all,” Will teased.

“What did you guys think?” you asked excitedly and Frankie quickly lowered the menu and pretended to read it. He had a bit of chocolate in the corner of his lips. Those lovely, plush, pouty lips.

“They were fucking amazing,” Benny said. “What do you call ‘em?”

“I...don’t know yet.” You shrugged. “And the resident chocolate lover, what did you think?” you asked, looking directly at Frankie who was trying to hide his face with the bill of his cap.

“Frankie...” Santi whispered, elbowing him.

“Hm? Oh! It was...amazing. Best thing I ever tasted.” He smiled and you smiled back, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. It was obvious that you had the same effect on him by the slight pink coloring his cheeks.

“You got a little something...” You grabbed a napkin and leaned over the table to wipe at the corner of his mouth. “Got it.”

“Thank you,” he said in a low voice, looking right into your eyes.

“Any time.” You stood up straight again and the guys all grinned at Frankie and held back laughs.

“You got any more?” Santi asked.

“You paying for ‘em?” You held out your hand and he just shook your head, making everyone laugh. “Maybe if you come back later. Now...get out and let me work, please.” 

They all said their goodbyes and, once again, Frankie lingered in the back. “Thanks again,” he said quietly. “You were good...I mean...the cake was good! The cake!” The guys snickered but you only nodded.

“Thanks Frankie. Come back any time.”

“Hey! How come he gets a ‘come back any time’ and we get kicked out?” Benny complained jokingly and Will shoved him out the door.

You laughed quietly as you cleaned the table they sat up, looking out the window just in time to see Frankie looking at you. He seemed embarrassed to get caught but raised his hand in greeting anyway. You waved back and he put his hands in his pocket before jogging to catch up with the guys. You watched as he did and tried to push all the thoughts you had of how good he looked in those jeans far back in your mind.

The bell above the door jingled as you cleaned and put stuff away for the night. “Sorry but I’m just clos-” You turned to find Frankie standing by the door awkwardly.

“Frankie?” You walked around the counter quickly and stood in front of him. “What are you doing here?”

“Um...well...you said I could come back any time, but if you’re closing I could come back tomorrow,” he said nervously, his words getting a little jumbled.

“No, no...please stay. Mind helping me a little?” you asked and he smiled.

“Love to.”

You threw him an apron so his clothes wouldn’t get dirty as he cleaned. It took you a lot longer to clean up tonight because you were so distracted by him. The way he easily reached for the highest shelves, the stretch of his shirt as he did. The determination etched on his face as he scrubbed at a particularly stubborn drop of icing was probably your favorite thing.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect, Frankie,” you told him and he looked up at you. He lifted his hat to wipe his forehead then replaced it.

“You do this alone every night?” he asked, looking around the kitchen.

“It’s not too bad,” you said.

“I mean...if you want, I can come by around closing time and help you out. I don’t mind.”

“You would do that for me, Frankie?” you asked.

“I’d do anything for you,” he blurted. “I mean, I’d...yeah...of course.”

You giggled and took your apron off. “Hey, I have something for you.”

“For me?” He smirked as you walked over to the big refrigerator. When you turned, he smiled even brighter.

“I had a few of these left over and...I know how much you like chocolate. Here.” You held the tray out to him and he took one of the little cakes. His phone dinged and he pulled it out.

Hey, whats goin on? the text from Benny read. Are u with her? Please dont have sex in the kitchen or thats all ill think about when we eat there. Frankie rolled his eyes and put his phone away.

“Benny?” you asked.

“How’d you know?” He took a bite of the cake and closed his eyes. “Best thing ever.”

“You really mean that?” you asked.

“Yup. Here.” He held the part he hadn’t bitten out to you and you took a bite. “Is that not the best thing you’ve ever tasted?”

“Wouldn’t it be conceited of me to say that about my own baking?”

“No. There’s nothing wrong with being confident in your work. I think I’m a damn good pilot,” he told you.

“Because you are.”

“And you’re a damn good baker,” he said. “Oh...you got a little...” He looked around and found a paper towel. He wet it in the sink before walking back over to you and wiping your lip. “Got it.”

“Thanks...”

“Can I...uh...kiss you?” he asked.

“You can.”

“Really?!” He was not expecting that answer at all. He looked down at the little piece of cake left in his hand. He shoved it into his mouth and you laughed.

“You’re gonna kiss me with a mouth full of cake?” you joked. He held up his finger as he chewed and chewed then swallowed.

“Okay. May I kiss you...now?”

“The answer is still yes.”

When his lips touched yours, you swore you sighed out loud. His lips were so soft, softer than you could have ever imagined. And his kiss was so gentle, one hand cupping your face while the other gently pressed at your lower back. There was no rush, no greed...just time. He pulled away, leaving you breathless.

“You taste like chocolate,” you murmured, still feeling as if you were floating.

“Do I?” he chuckled.

“Yeah. Sweet.” You looked at his lips.

“All credit to those delicious little cakes you made but you...you’re sweet all on your own,” he said quietly as he moved in close again. “Like I knew you would be.”

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hola, mi esposa! i’ve missed you so much! i see you’re accepting soulmate au prompts and i was wondering if i could get #7 withy baby boy, frankie?

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐀/𝐍 || So this wasn't apart of the sleepover, but I finally finished it!! ALSO HELLO MY HUSBAND! I've missed seeing you in my inbox. I hope you enjoy this babes!!!

Also I love anyone who can tell me how I titled this fic.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || That was the last place you expected to meet the love of your life. But life was odd at times.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 1.4k

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || Frankie Morales x Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || none, minor cussing, intense fluff.

It didn’t bother you anymore. The sound of his voice echoing in your mind. Speaking little things to himself that made you smile through the day; almost like you were there with him just as he was with you. In fact, you looked forward to hearing it. The gravely husk of his voice every day, a delight to have with you through the days and it had become a comfort rather than a hindrance.

“Shit I’ve got to pick up food.” His voice, clear through your mind, the sound one you’d grown used to hearing on and off through the day.

You wished you could ask him what he was eating. Inquire about those things, but sadly you couldn’t send thoughts his way. It only happened whenever it felt like happening, and so you waited throughout the day. Patiently biding time until his voice came back to you.

You can’t remember when it started. His voice coming into your head one day and never leaving, but it happened a long time ago. Back in high school. While you were sleeping; a voice of a boy continued to echo in your mind. You figured it was the stress of school. Of trying to get into college, but it never went away. His thoughts showing up at random hours of the day. So, you grew used to the person who was somehow connected to you; wondering if he could hear you as clearly as you heard him.

Frankie Morales.

He had said his name years ago, almost deliberately, and you’d thought yours right back. Repeated it until you felt like he got the message. Frankie. You liked the name. Thought about it every once in a while when you missed him; wondering how he was. What he was doing in life. The hope that he knew who you were still held in your heart as the days passed slowly.

Frankie knew who you were. Knew that somehow your voice would echo in his mind, a comfort to him as well, and he began to think of things he never thought he would. Your voice was there when he joined the army. When he became a pilot. When he was packed into a tiny bunk half the size of his body, the anxiety of whether or not he’d make it home plaguing his body. And then there was you. Whispering words of comfort to him.

Saying that you wished he was there with you. Listing off the most mundane things possible, because you could hear him cry out in his thoughts. Could hear the pain in his voice and knew that he needed help.

“I’d love to show him my fist.”

Frankie smiled in the middle of the grocery store, your voice echoing in his mind. He figured you were talking about someone you didn’t like; the irritation in your voice informing him of enough. Listening to the flurry of thoughts that suddenly ran through his head, he tried to focus on what he actually came here for.

“Man, I don’t know. She said some kind of flour,” Will said from the aisle he was currently on.

“Did you write it down?”

Frankie followed the sounds of his friends, grabbing a box of cereal he needed; knowing that his daughter liked one brand and only one brand. He didn’t mind much, because it gave him a routine for grocery shopping. Always easier than what Will was currently doing. Standing with Benny and Santi as they tried to figure out what in the hell Will’s wife actually said.

“Call her.” Santi picked up a bottle of creamer he needed for his coffee. “Better to call her and get it right.”

“Can’t forget the milk.”

His head had begun to hurt every time your voice echoed in his head. A sharp pain right in the front of his forehead, until his vision went fuzzy for a few seconds. He figured it was dehydration causing the pain, because this had never happened before. The echo of your voice, louder than before. Almost as if you were speaking directly in his ear.

“Fuck my head hurts.”

You rubbed at the exact spot on your forehead that seemed to be bothering Frankie as well. His voice, thoughts, all of it had become a problem since you walked into this damn grocery store. If you could turn off your mind, you would, but then you’d miss his company. Even if he wasn’t around to actually accompany you to the store. After a shit day of dealing with your boss who had called you minutes before to tell you that you had to finish your assignment or else you would be looking for a different job, and your car nearly dying on you.

You simply needed a glass of wine to help appease everything.

“Frankie, can you grab the other one too?” A blond man said, his arms full of groceries. Two other men followed behind him.

Something in your mind clicked at the name. Frankie. No, that wasn’t possible. The man in your mind wasn’t the same one at the store. Besides, it was a common name. You agreed that you were just about to happen on a stranger; even if you wanted to pick out Frankie in a crowd of people you’d never be able to. His looks only existed in your imaginations.

“Do you have pain killer amigo?” A man in a flannel walked in your direction, a baseball cap on his head to most likely tame the curls that threatened to peek out, rubbing his head.

“Just grab a bottle. Got a headache?”

The man you assumed to be Frankie shrugged. “It’s just loud in my head is all.”

Loud...oh.

“Would be easier if she could tell me why this was happening.”

You gasped, dropping the basket you were holding and drawing the attention of the men, your hands shaking from the thoughts that were going through your head. It wasn’t a mistake. This wasn’t just another man who’s name happened to be Frankie, and you weren’t going insane after all. He was here. In front of you. And suddenly you couldn’t think of anything to say.

Think…

“I like the one on the top shelf the most.”

Sending thoughts his way only seemed to work at odd times and you hoped that he heard you. Hoped that you were indeed correct. His hand reached for the one at the top shelf, glancing at the bottle before turning around to stop at the sight of you. The basket, still in a heap at your feet; tears in your eyes.

“Frankie?” you asked, voice wavering.

The breath was knocked from his lungs, a blow to his heart as well as every other part of him, because he knew that voice. Knew it better than he knew his own. Had heard it at every dark point in his life; the guiding angel that dragged him back to the living.

“It’s you,” he said, the bottle of painkillers now forgotten.

“Hi.” You weren’t quite sure to say. What do you say to someone whose voice has occupied your mind for years?

He stepped closer, needed to feel you, needing to know that this wasn’t some figment of his imagination. “Y/N,” he mumbled, seeing the way your face lit up at the sound of your name.

“Odd place to meet at a grocery store,” you said, watching as he came closer.

He smiled and it was even better than you imagined it to be. “Worth it.”

“Definitely worth it.”

It was probably a bad idea, but Frankie didn’t give a shit anymore. Because all he could think about was your voice in his head as he fought through nightmares. Through his addiction. As he tried not to die. Your voice that had kept him sane through all these years. Cupping your face he kissed you lightly at first, waiting to see how it would be received. You might push him off for all he knew.

A small noise of surprise left you, but you knocking the cap off his head, your fingers tangling in his mess of curls, told him that you wanted this just as much as he did. Because he was there for you just as much as you were for him. Through the hard nights of being lonely, through wondering if this was all worth it. He was there.

Frankie. Your one true love.

I was thinking- what if Tom has daughter from first marriage or from high school sweetheart- he is like what47? So there is possibility he can have 23-25 year old child. Boys didn’t knew about her. But they meet her on his funeral. Frankie feels the urge to help her but he keeps falling for her. But she is so young and he is so broken and he thinks he should not be allowed even think about her let alone touch her. But her father was asshole and she have daddy issues so she fall hard for Frankie.

Thank you nonnie for the request 😊 I did change it around a bit but the concept it the same. Hope You enjoy 😉

Forbidden Fruit

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), cursing, mentions of death, flirting, age gap, angst, mutual pining, fluff.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Frankie's hands twitched in his lap as he resisted the urge to reach out and touch you. To feel your warm supple skin beneath his fingertips as you writhe in pleasure below him. He’s never needed anything more in his life, and he hates himself for it.

He shouldn’t have these urges, especially not for you. You were his best friend's daughter for fuck sake, but he can’t help himself. Especially when you're sitting across from him, eyes sparkling as you laugh at something Benny had said. His hand curls into a fist as jealousy courses through his veins.

Tom had never mentioned having another daughter and so when you showed up they were all shocked. Him, even more so. You were smart and so damn beautiful which did not help Frankie at all with how he was feeling. He wanted you. Badly, but he wouldn’t let himself have you. He couldn’t. At least, not again. He didn’t know who you were that night.

***

Frankie sat at the bar nursing his beer when you sat beside him, a bright smile on your face. His eyes flickered over to where you sat - subtly checking you out from beneath his cap. Fuck, you were beautiful.

Your gaze turns to him and he focuses his attention back on his beer, hoping you hadn’t just caught him staring at you. “This place is busy, for being in the middle of nowhere,” you say before ordering yourself a drink. “And whatever he’s having.”

“Oh you don’t have to get me one,” he says a little flustered. “I don’t mind, honestly. So, are you from around here?”

“Yeah. Lived here all my life. Well, except when I was with the army.” He doesn’t notice but you stiffened a little at the mention of the army before shaking yourself off. “You’re not though,” he says matter of factly. “I would have noticed someone as beautiful as you.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Whether you want me to or not.” He doesn’t know what’s come over him. He isn’t normally this forward. “Oh, I want you to.”

You spend the rest of the night drinking and laughing and he hasn’t felt this light in months. “So. Are you gonna invite me back to yours?” Frankie blanks for a minute. He hasn’t had anyone back at his since his wife left and he still hasn’t taken the pictures down.

You mistake his sudden quietness as rejection and slowly move off the bar stool grabbing your bag and denim jacket. “Maybe another time then?” You give him a wry smile before turning to leave but his hand on your wrist stops you. “Sorry, I spaced a little. How about we go to yours?”

“Sure.”

His hands are on you the minute you close the door to your hotel room. Skimming along the side of your curves his rough fingers graze the skin on your hip and it sends a shiver through you. “Need you Hermosa,” he whispers into your neck as his lips kiss along it.

Grabbing him by the shirt, you pull him with you until you reach your bed where you push him onto it. He leans up on his elbows, his lust-blown eyes flickering down over your form as you strip. His cock strains against the zipper of his jeans as your breasts bounce slightly. Fuck!

He hasn’t been with anyone in a while and fuck if you weren’t the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. His hands are itching to touch you and the thought of you wrapped around his aching cock has him surging forward. His hands grab at your breast and your ass and a moan slips past your lips when he wraps his own around your pebbled nipple.

“Oh fuck, Frankie. Please, baby, I need you.” He fumbles with the buttons on his shirt as you work his zipper and within seconds he’s bare before you. He suddenly feels exposed and he can feel a blush creep up his neck as your eyes take him in. Will she like what she sees?

“You’re so handsome, baby,” you whisper as you slowly move towards him, your hand reaching down between you to pump him. His head falls back between his shoulders as a groan slips past his lips. Fuck, your hand felt so much better than his.

“Can I taste you?” His eyes widened. The women he’s been with don’t normally like taking him in their mouths. Nodding his head you sink to your knees and lick a strip up his shaft. His body tingles and he can’t help the lewd moan that leaves his mouth.

“Fuck…feel so good.” His hand moves to your head grabbing your hair between his fingers as you bob your head up and down. The feel of your hot, wet mouth around him as you take him deep into your throat has his legs shaking and his grip on your head tightening, as his orgasm draws closer and closer.

“That’s it, baby. Take me so well. Just like that…Mierda. I’m gonna…fuck, I’m gonna come where do you…”

You pull off and pump him with your hand, “want you to come down my throat, Frankie.” Wrapping your mouth around him again you continue to pump him and with a string of curses, he comes hard; spilling into your throat.

“You were amazing, baby.” He says as he helps you stand, pulling you close and kissing you softly. “Wanna taste you now, Hermosa? Gonna need a minute before I fuck you.” With a nod of your head, you lay back on the bed and a small yelp escapes you as he pulls you towards him. He pushes your thighs apart and lifts your legs over his shoulders as he licks along your wet folds before burying his tongue inside you.

Fuck he knows what he’s doing. He alternates between licking and sucking and shoving his tongue inside you so that you are a complete and utter mess on the bed below him. Writhing in pleasure. That heat begins to form and you can feel yourself getting closer to that edge and you all but scream his name as the pleasure from your orgasm consumes you.

“Frankie.”

His tongue licks around his lips as he moves above you completely. You reach up and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. You can feel him hard again as the tip of him nudges at your entrance. Putting your hands on his chest, you push him until he’s lying flat on his back.

Straddling his waist you grab his cock lining it up before slowly sinking onto him. Oh! His hands grip your hips as you begin to move above him - hips rocking over him. Sitting up he pulls your nipple into his mouth as he grabs you tight, pushing you down onto him.

“Oh Frankie I’m…I’m gonna..”

“That’s it, baby…come on my cock. Want to feel you soak me.”

“Fuck oh fuck!”

You shudder in his arms as your cunt clenched around him - his trusts becoming erratic- sending him over the edge. “Where?”

“Inside…please!”

“Ngh! Fuck baby.”

He comes hard coating your walls with a cry of your name. He brushes the hair off your face and captures your lips in a soft kiss before laying back - pulling you with him. His soft cock slips out of you and you nestle into his side.

Your rub circles into his chest with your fingers and he hums in contentment. “That was amazing. Best sex I’ve had in a long time.”

“Me too. How long are you in town?” He asks as he rests his hand on yours. “I…uh…I’m here for at least a week, maybe more. I’m not sure yet.”

“Well, if you want? I want to do this again.” A smile edges at your lips and you look up into his hazel brown eyes. “I’d like that.”

***

He can feel your gaze on him and he resists looking up at you, instead, he stands and makes his way inside to grab another beer. Get a fucking grip, Frankie. She’s just a woman.

“Who’s just a woman?” He jumps, spilling his beer down the front of his top. “I was just…I…nothing.” He grabs a cloth and rubs at the wet patch on his top, trying not to look at you.

“Frankie. Frankie, why are you avoiding me?” Anger begins to boil within him as he turns to face you, throwing the cloth onto the counter and stalking towards you. “You should have told me. If I had known who you were I…”

“You what? You wouldn’t have fucked me. Over and over again. Wouldn’t have spent this past week with me. Frankie, I didn’t know who you were. I wouldn’t have kept that from you.”

He huffs as stands a breath away, his hand resting on his hips. He takes his cap off and runs his fingers through his hair. “Fuck. This is so fucked. I shouldn’t have slept with you. You’re Tom's daughter. He was one of my best friends. This isn’t right, besides you're over ten years younger than me. It isn’t right.”

“That wasn’t an issue before and besides I’m not Tom's daughter. Not really. He fucked my mom years ago and then once he found out she was pregnant, left. All I got was a birthday card every three years. Not exactly dad of the year.”

“He’s still your dad. I can’t, I just can’t.”

You’re the one angry now as you move closer to him - finger poking his chest. “So that’s it then. You’re just gonna end….us, I thought you cared about me. I thought you might lo…”

He laughs. A cruel laugh that vibrates from his chest into our hands. “You thought I loved you. You were a great lay, nothing more. I think it’s best if you just leave. You’ll be gone by Monday and then we don’t have to see each other again.”

“You don’t have to be cruel to me Frankie just because you’re afraid. That’s not fair.” A sob escapes past your lips and you place a shaky hand over them to try and stop it. “You might not love me but I love you.”

Frankie can feel his chest restrict at your words. You love him? His heart beats hard against his chest and all he wants to do is reach out and touch you. Comfort you and tell you he does love you. That he wants to date you, build a life with you. That he’s thought of nothing else this week even when he was supposed to be grieving his friend.

You pull away from him completely and grab your coat and bag and leave, the front door slamming behind you. What the fuck have I done?

“Fuck Fish, that was harsh,” Santi says as he creeps up on him from the patio door. “So she’s the chick that you’ve been going on about. Damn. Couldn’t have called that one.”

“Yeah well, it’s over now.” Frankie fixes his cap and grabs another beer, taking a huge gulp. “You ended it? Why?”

Frankie turns his gaze to his friend, his eyebrow raised in confusion. “What do you mean, why? She’s Tom’s daughter for fuck sake and she’s too young.” He runs a hand down his face in exasperation. “I love her man.”

“Could’ve guessed that Fish. I’ve never seen you this happy. You weren’t even like this with Maria and she’s the mother of your child. Look, for what it’s worth, I don’t think Tom would care. He didn’t even mention her once in all the time we’ve known him. What does that tell you?”

“But she’s so young I…”

“No, she’s not. She is in her late twenties. I think you’re just scared and looking for an excuse at this point. You love her man. She loves you. It’s written all over her face clear as day. She hasn’t taken her eyes off you since she got here. What’s the problem?”

Frankie sighs, his eyes focused on a spot on the wall. “Fuck! I’ve ruined everything haven’t I?”

“You fucked up, but I wouldn’t say it’s ruined. Go after her and fix this. Just don’t forget to thank me in the wedding speech.” Santi claps Frankie on the back and tilts his head in the direction you just left. “Go. I’ll make excuses.”

“Thanks, man.”

***

You’d just hopped out of the shower when a frantic knocking on your door startled you. Who the hell? Standing on tiptoe you peek out only to find Frankie standing there, looking a mixture of fear and nervousness.

“What do you want Frankie? I’m tired.”

“I know, baby and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Please just let me in and I can explain.” Tears build behind your eyes again and you let out a deep sigh as you wrap your arms around yourself protectively. “I explain what? Haven’t you said enough?”

“I was an asshole. I didn’t mean anything I said. I love you. I fucking love you and I’m sorry for you what I said. Please baby, just let me have five minutes.”

Slowly opening the door, Frankie slips past you; his eyes taking in your form. Guilt eats away at him for the sad tired look on your face. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying and he fucking hates himself for doing that to you.

“Five minutes, Frankie.”

“I didn’t mean anything I said back at the house, I was just angry at myself for loving you. Tom was like a brother to me and then when Molly introduced you as his daughter….it nearly killed me. How could I, his best friend, fall in love with his daughter? I felt like I was betraying him. Still do, but I love you and I’ve never felt like this before. I want you, baby.”

He slowly approaches you now and when you show no signs of back away he slides his hand around your waist pulling you close. His other hand comes to rest on your face and his thumb rubs soothing circles into your skin. “Can you forgive me? If you do, I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for it. If not, then I’ll leave you be and never bother you again.”

Finally lifting your head you meet his gaze and you notice the tears slowly building in his eyes. “What if you get cold feet again? I won’t be able to handle that, Frankie. It would break me.”

“I won’t. I promise with all that I am, I’ll love you until the breath leaves my lungs. Longer. I’m in this for the long haul, if you’ll have me?”

A smile edges its way onto your face and you nod your head. “Yeah. I’ll have you. I love you, Frankie.”

“Fuck,” he says breathlessly as lips crash into yours kissing you passionately. “I love you too, baby. So fucking much.” He kisses you again and you wrap your arms around his neck, the towel falling to the ground. The rest of the night is a blur of lust and love and of bodies tangled in the sheets as he makes love to you over and over again.

It’s late - or early, depending on how you look at it - and you are both curled up in bed wrapped in each other’s arms. His hand cradles you into his side as his fingers run along the curves of your hips. Reaching down he tilts your chin towards him. “Te amo, mi amor,” he whispers lovingly as he kisses you softly. “Te amo, Frankie.”

As he lays there in the soft bed, you wrapped around him; he thanks whatever god is out there for bringing you into his life. He just hopes his friend isn’t too upset with him.

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Homecoming Part 1 of 2

FRANKIE MORALES X F!READER X SANTIAGO GARCIA

Warnings: explicit sex, angst, swearing. MMF Threesome ahoy, M/M & M/F dynamics, talk dirty to me, accidental voyeurism.

Word count: 5.6k words

A/N: This take place about 1.5 years before Triple Frontier and will be in two parts. 

Summary: Santi misses home. During a visit to Frankie and his wife’s new home, he overhears them in an intimate moment.

Dedication: Always and forever to my 🤡💖🤡 @thirstworldproblemss. I love you. Sorry for plaguing you with these three horny idiots for the last month. Thank you for all the time you’ve taken out of your day to beta-read and listen to my madness and just making this better in every way.

Also to @loversandantiheroes and @littleferal for helping me with this one. For the invaluable advice, suggestions and steering me in the right direction when I got it sideways. @leonieb​​ for cheerleading and support. 

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Santiago doesn’t like coming back home.

It wasn’t always this way. In the final days leading up to the end of his first deployment he was counting down the days. He daydreamed of sleeping in his own bed; eating his mom’s home cooked meals; and being surrounded by family in the house he grew up in.

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Can't seem to stop deep diving into scenes from this episode so here goes another.

LONG RAMBLING AHEAD, MENTION OF SELF INFLICTED VIOLENCE (NOTHING GRAPHIC) AND HEAVY EMOTIONS. PERSONAL NOTES ADDED. Any comments would be very, very much appreciated. ))

This was so difficult to watch. First, it's objectively disturbing/ heartbreaking. But the add-on is that this is MARC. Stoic, no-nonsense, poised Marc. Always confident and calculated movements - Marc. Seeing him get triggered so badly that his control absolutely crashes is a jarring (and very realistic) portrayal.

I see the trigger coming from two levels at the forefront. First the words "your fault" and the second, the person seemingly accusing him is STEVEN. Steven who's supposed to be his anchor and escape. That stress is too much.

I don't know if such reactions have a technical term, but I've had them. The body fills up with energy, your arms and legs have a surge of energy and desperation and you don't want to take that rage out on anything else. Not a conscious decision, almost an involuntary action. You slap and hit yourself, pull your hair, scratch or bite your skin, your own body seemingly out of your control. Until the energy surge disappears as suddenly as it came and you slump with barely any left to keep going.

I don't know what they're called, or why they're so much worse when the trigger comes from a person you trust. But they happen. And they're followed by extreme exhaustion, and if it happened in front of anyone before you could grab onto the last strands of your control....extreme embarrassment. EXTREME embarrassment. Doesn't help if said person looks scared of you, or ashamed of you, or keeps telling you to stop acting this way. Because you literally can't. Your body's not obeying you...rather...your brain's refusing to give any orders. It's on autopilot.

This is where in the episode, Steven comes in.

I can't speak for everyone, but if anyone in front of you has a breakdown like this, Steven's approach might be a good way to deal with it. Take a step back, don't repeat what triggered them, drop the issue for now. Assuring, soothing, compassionate. No mention of how they just acted. Give them personal space. I understand how confusing this would be to someone who's never experienced it, but we can all try a bit harder, right?

Assure them, soothe them, don't question their actions. They're at an incredibly vulnerable state....and the fact that they even allowed themselves to be seen like that to you(even after they tried absolutehardest to stop it) might indicate they trust and care about you a lot.

Your friends and family recovering from abuse need your support, badly. Please be generous with it. It's the least we all can do.

I made a moon knight animatic  song: Nicky Blitz - Panic Attack

my serotonin

moon trio

“I didn't know the fans call me daddy, but that's okay, they can call me daddy if they want to, I don't mind”

Could you make one for Shinsou from MHA?

Sure!

Transcription:

Y/N,

Hey, I know things are hard right now, so I wanted to make sure you were doing alright. You’ve been through a lot, so if you ever need a break from everything, just let me know. I can cover for you. You’ve done a lot for me, I owe you big time.

There’s a new cat cafe in town, would you want to check it out together? Take an afternoon to just chill and pretend the world isn’t crumbling around us. Because hell, even I don’t know what’s going on anymore. This world’s a hot mess and it’s an accomplishment that you’ve gotten this far, even though it might not seem like much. I’m proud of you, and I know the others are too.

So, what do you say? Cat cafe or no?

-Shinso

Just spent like 3 hours writing out my shifting script from the notes app to Goodnotes 💀 did I have fun? Yes. Do I regret finishing it at 3 am? ….maybe :)

i return from my day off with more pretty tum!!

Sung Jinwoo x Cuddly S/O

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Pre-Awakening

Shy bb, he simply goes panicc when u do. he scrambles on his arms not knowing what to do and ends up just flailing his cutie lidol bebe arms.

He red, why is he so precious I wanna hold him so close nAUR TAT

Your hugs are his therapy.

He simply depresso even if he doesnt show it, he really hates being the weakest. 

He wants to protect you, his sister, and take care of his mom.

But alas, our poor baby jinwoo is just not capable of it.

One time he even cried into your arms because of the built up stress he is feeling being the weakest hunter there is.

Daddy Era—//SLAPPED I MEAN MONARCH ERA

Back then, he ends up tripping whenever you jump hug him, man’s just a sticc back then give him a break lAwD.

That was in the past, now, whenever you jump hug him he just ends up completely still like a damn wall while lifting your thighs up properly going “Hey there, babe” then kithing ur lidol cheek nyeheheh.

Other times he’d turn around to catch you and then give you a smol peck in your cheeks. 

Oh how people aren’t able to comprehend this propler like sir, hello? You lead an entire army of black soldiers that can create a whole new nation, has literally murdered dozens of people, has made even monsters fear him— And yet here he is, catching you and giving you the sweetest possible kisses.

Man’s even lets you sit on his lap so you can cuddle him more easily. He became big boi and he doesnt want you to struggle in giving those yummy snuggles he always craves and wants.

He just adores you cuddly personality. He can stay for hours in your arms completely  unmoving, he just wants huggies ssh.

Doesnt he have work?

“That can wait later”

Look who’s procrastinating.

Sumtimes being a new s-rank hunter and him suddenly being a billionaire outf nowhere stresses him at some point, and what does he need the most instead of taking medication pills?(do those even work on him anymore? I mean he has immunity to stuff, maybe pills arent included since the intention is to heal him? I dunno???? I’m loosing braincells tf) He goes to you.

He just quietly crawls into your arms and takes in your scent. He loves it, so so much. 

The stench of blood is nauseating, he needs relief fromit and it’s your embrace is where he finds that euphoria.

Reaction to An Affectionate S/O

Sung Jin-Woo

Pre-awakening he doesn’t even know what to do with himself much less you, a pretty person who won’t stop kissing or touching him

At first he is so nervous and confused, you hug him and he’s sweating

Kiss him and he freezes

Show him your love in public and he’s dead and in a better place

His family teased him often for it

He doesn’t dislike it at all quite the opposite it’s just he doesn’t know what to do

He doesn’t have any prior experience and isn’t sure where his boundaries are

After his awakening he is more casual with your affection

Takes the initiative to bend down (he’s tall af) if you want to kiss him

Gives you half hugs and pats your back when you’re squishing him

After a while he will return your affection full force x2

He’ll give you a peck and hug every time he leaves the house

Holds your hand whenever you two are walking side by side

Keeps an arm around your waist when he wants you close

Showering you in kisses before he goes to sleep

And a kiss on the forehead when you wake up

🥺

He’s the touchy one now

He knows you’re love language is physical and wants to adapt and reciprocate it as much as possible

He’s happy because he knows you’re comfortable with him and love him a lot to be touchy with him casually

the y in gym stands for “yoongi getting buff, i am gonna die.” { cr. mem18 - namuspromised; bring the soul - qdeoks}

+ vein. 

my heart is so full 😔 [cr. wind2song]

doodles

i just adore how the happiness that he can perform in front of his people again makes him look eternally beautiful… ♡

Sound on 🔊

2 types of people

My full piece for the @EriZine! This was a fun and experimental comic for me to draw!

Big Heart=Trouble. Kirishima Eijiro

   Help and Hide Series. Kiri Edition

  Bakugo Ed.  Denki Ed.  Todoroki Ed.  Midoriya Ed.  Shinso Ed.  Iida Ed.  Aizawa Ed.   Tamaki Ed.   Hawks Ed.  Dabi Ed.  Shiggy Ed.

       + You had a big heart that much was evident to anyone. Sometimes that big heart got you in trouble. Naturally you always wanted to help people, hence joining the Hero Course at UA. One day, you did get in trouble just innocently helping someone being bullied and couldn’t help yourself afterwards. Your quirk couldn’t match theirs in the moment and you ran for help. Finding your help and hiding spot with Kirishima, the loveable rock.

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      Sometimes being the nice person can really bite you in the ass. Be nice to the wrong person and you could have a couple things be the result. One, nothing could happen. Two, you could be seen as a bad person. And three, it could turn whatever was happening on you. That third bit happened a lot to me.

       “L/N! Uraraka and I are going to get something to eat. Do you want anything?” Su asked me. I looked up from my book and shook my head.

       “Thanks but I am okay. Have fun!” I waved as they jogged off. I looked up at the clear sky and closed my eyes. I sighed in content. It was nice day of refreshment at the park after the long, tiring days we have had lately. A lot of training and gloomy, dark days on top of it are not fun mixes.

       “Can you believe it?” I heard Midoriya yell in excitement. I cracked my eyes open and looked to my left to see him and Todoroki lounging in the grass a few feet from me. Midoriya was fanboying over something again and Todoroki was just watching him amused, head resting on his hand as he laid on his stomach.

       “Adorable.” I whispered and turned back forward. Kiri and Bakugo were playing a rough game of catch while Sero and Mina were huddled around Kaminari looking at something on his phone. My gaze lingered on Kiri as he smiled wide at his friends. As if feeling my gaze, he turned and caught my gaze. He smiled wide again before winking. I blushed and looked down smiling. He is such a flirt.

      Others that decided to join us were scattered around the park. I was just about to go back to my book when a distressed voice caught my attention. I looked up, searching for the source when I saw a woman and a man walking deeper into the park and the woman looked distressed. I immediately got up and followed, not liking the feeling I got from seeing them.

      “Please, just let me go.”

      “No! I want your money. Now!” The man yelled and I heard the woman whimper. A pang hit my heart and I sped up. I turned around a corner and saw the man pinning the woman and holding her at the mercy of his quirk. A hand to blade quirk it looked like. Something my vegetation quirk would have little effect on.

      “Hey!” I yelled. Both of their heads whipped towards me. “Let her go.” I said firmly. The man just laughed at me.

      “Get lost little girl. This has nothing to do with you. Run along.” He turned his attention back to the woman while she looked at me fearfully.

      “I said…” I started, lifting my hand. He side eyed me. “Let her go.” I repeated but this time punctuated my statement with the flash of vines tangling around the man’s blade arm. I moved my arm yanking him off the woman. “Go!” The woman ran. She went by me, thanking me and I watch as see runs out of sight. I turn back when I heard the sound of him cutting the vines.

      “You little…” The man growled before charging at me. I dodged his attacks and continued to use my quirk to little avail. Knowing he was getting angrier and closer, I did one last hit before retreating. I ran through the trees purposely. I heard him yelling but I lost him, for now. I leant against a tree to catch my breath.

      “L/N?” I heard Kiri call out. “You out here?”

      “Kiri!” I called back. I finally heard the man coming up on me again. I run in the direction I heard the sharp toothed red head. I snuck a peak behind me only to run into something hard.

      “Woah there! What’s the rush…”

      “Shh!” I shushed him before pulling him with me. He questioned me until he heard the yelling behind me. He let me pull him to the tree line opening into the park clearing. I ran to the spot where his stuff was at and grab his blanket. I stopped and pulled him down with me to sit at the base of a tree. I pulled the blanket over our shoulders.

      “What?” He looked at me confused but let me do whatever. In the corner of me eye, I saw the man come into the clearing looking around frantically. He deactivated his quirk but came our way. I yelped a little before grabbing his arm and maneuvering it around my shoulder.

      “Please just… go with it!” I said, eyes still locked on the man. He followed my gaze and spotted him. I set my head on his shoulder and pulled the blanket higher.

      Kiri finally understood my discomfort and took if one step further. He moved and pulled my into his side tighter and propped his knees up in front of us. He reached up and moved my head further into his neck before leaning his head on top of mine. He cuddled into me and I blushed.

      “Little bitch.” The man got closer and I turned my head to nuzzle into Kiri’s neck. He held me tighter. Just as the man got within a few feet of us, Kiri seemed to have another idea. He gently grabbed my chin and moved my head to kiss me softly. I made a surprised sound but fell into it easily. He moved slightly in front of me and held me tight.

      “Kiri.” I whispered as he pulled away so we could breathe. We looked each other in the eyes longingly before moving in for another kiss. This kiss was more than the last. That’s all I could describe it as, more. We only pulled away when someone yelled.

      “That’s him!” We pulled away and saw the woman with two police officers. I smiled as they arrested the man. “Where is she?”

      “Who?” One of the policeman asked.

      “The girl that helped me. There was a young girl with a vegetation quirk that helped me. I wanted to thank her.” Kiri turned to me and raised an eyebrow. I just smiled before looking back at them. The police escorted the man away as the woman stayed, looking around. She seems to give up with a huff before smiling at nothing.

      “You and your big heart.” He said while leaning back against the tree with me still pulled into his side.

      “What can I say? I like helping people.” His head fell back in exasperation.

      “I know and there’s nothing wrong with it. You just have a bad habit of getting into trouble on days where you are supposed to be RELAXING.” He put emphasis on the last word before pecking my nose. I froze before blushing and touching the tip of my nose.

      “Eep.” I accidentally let out the sound of excitement.

      “Oh? What was that little pebble?” Kiri teased. I looked up at him wide-eyed. He gave me a toothy grin before gently kissing me again. The only thing that pulled us apart we the sound of the snap of a phone camera. We looked and saw Kami and Mina sitting by us with Kami’s phone pointed towards us. Bakugo and Sero were standing a few feet behind them.

      “You guys are cute!” Kami yelled.

      “Are you two dating now?” Mina suddenly asked. Kiri stalled for a second before looking at me in question. We looked at each other for a second before I smiled and nodded the slightest bit. He smiled wide and kissed me forehead.

      “Yep.” Kiri answered.

      “About damn time you damn extras. I was getting real tired of your relentless pining for each other.” Bakugo exclaimed before turning to walk away. I blushed and hid my face in Kiri’s neck. They all laughed and I heard another snap of the camera.

      “Get lost you jerks.” Kiri laughed before cuddling into me again.