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coolprettyleo · 2 months

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talk of the town - will smith

tw: lowkey cringe. if ur not into it lmk lowk...

wc: 1.4k

will smith x influencer/ d'amelio sister

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dylan couldn't believe the shit day she was having. she had woken up late and missed her pilates class, then she spilt coffee all over her laptop, and right now she was fifteen minutes late to her music class. it was her first ever day of college too.

even though she was having a horrible day, she was still dressed cute. she decided she wanted to start taking her school more seriously. and that meant actually going to class.

the thing about dylan though is that she didn't need school. she had over one hundred million followers on all platforms. she was what someone would call an influencer.

influencers usually didn't continue with school if they didn't need to so when dylan decided to still attend college it was a shock to a lot of people; including her family.

her family were all also influencers and didn't decide to attend college; rather deciding to work on their brand instead. a brand that dylan opted out of, she had decided to enter marketing at boston college.

she entered her music class to find that there was no less than twenty five students inside. thats what happens when you attend a private college! dylans strategy her whole life was to always sit in the back of classes. (it was easier to skip class and just lie to the professor and say you were there)

there was one seat left where three other boys sat. she set her stuff down. the boys giving her an odd look, not thinking anyone was going to take that last seat between them or probably trying to figure out why the hell she looked so familiar. dylan got that look often.

the professor though was deep in lecture about their upcoming assignment and dylan was too busy trying to find a top for her upcoming brand dinner in New York. she was pulled out of her own little world when the professor noticed she was not listening and had missed the introduction part of class and decided to call her out on it.

she felt a tap from the boy next to her getting her attention because it seemed the professor had been calling her.

"oh my gosh im so sorry what" she said removing an AirPod and sheepishly looking at the class who all seemed to be either smiling at her or giving her dirty looks.

"since you decided to grace us with your presence introduce yourself please" she said pointing to a slide that stated what exactly to say.

"uhm... im dylan. im from connecticut but I've been living in LA for the past four years, and im a marketing major" she said awkwardly feeling like everyone was judging her.

"alright thank you miss dylan. I want to see the title slide of the assignment done before I dismiss you guys" she said.

the three boys she sat with seemed to be life long friends and she was feeling a bit left out. she had zoned them out till she heard them whispering to each other.

"ask her"

"no thats weird"

"ill ask"

"your tiktok famous huh"

she looked up to a freckled boy her while the dark haired boy giggled and the blonde haired boy cringed.

"uhm, yeah... I guess" she said awkwardly. she really didn't know what to say.

"nice" he said going back to working on his assignment.

she smiled awkwardly and looked at the other two boys. who looked like they were cringing about their friends actions. the dark haired boy seemed to let it go and work on his assignment while the blonde one spoke up.

"im sorry about him, ryan doesn't know how to talk to girls"

"yes I do! if I didn't how would I of pulled frankie" ryan says.

"she basically pulled you" gabe quipped back.

dylan just giggled along to their battering. they seemed funny.

"he's fine. a lot of people don't realize its me in real life but instead just stare at me trying to figure out why I look so familiar, and thats creepier to me"

"well we knew it was you because everyones been saying you go here" ryan told her.

oh god it was a hot topic?

"people talk about it?" she said grossed out.

"yeah, but like no one ever sees you for some reason"

"I did online classes and lived in LA last semester" she told them. it was true, her family was filming their Hulu show and it didnt make sense for her to leave mid-way through filming.

"do you live on campus?" the blonde one asked her again. he seemed like the quiet and calmer one of the three boys.

hes hot

"no, I live in beacon hill, the city"

"why didnt you dorm" gabe nosily asked.

"I didn't think it would be too fun to share an apartment with random girls at first but now I regret it, because I have no friends here" she honestly told them.

"oh my god! my girlfriend has no friends!" ryan said loudly. which made will, gabe, and the people around them to laugh.

"im telling her you said that" will smiled mischievously at him.

"shutup smitty. we have a game tonight and she usually sits alone or with my parents but they're not coming tonight so she'd probably like the company!" ryan said. he was honestly just trying to do a nice thing. he knew frankie struggled with the fact she had no girl friends; even though she said it was fine, and dylan seemed nice.

"game?" Dylan said confused.

"oh ya! we play hockey" the freckled boy answered.

"oh thats cool!" dylan said. she had attended a couple games recently due to the fact her sister was dating an NHL player.

"im will, thats gabe, and ryan" the blonde one said pointing the dark haired boy and the freckled one.

"im dylan. and what's your girlfriends number, id be down to go" she said to the freckled one.

"here" he said writing it down and handing her a crumpled paper.

"her names frankie by the way"

"okay, ill text her after class" she said smiling getting back to work.

"what's your major?" will asked her. he didn't want the conversation to end for some reason. she was lowkey his celebrity crush since he was like fourteen and they first started getting famous.

"marketing. you?"

"communications"

"your quite the communicator then" she said.

oh my gosh dylan you sound pathetic what the hell even is a communicator?

what didnt help was that will looked clueless and Ryan and gabe seemed to be biting back a smile acting like they weren't listening.

"im sorry?"

"like, you like communications- like the major" dylan said, trying to save herself but digging an even deeper and awkwarder hole, turning as red as a tomato.

"uhm ya, I didn't really know what major to pick coming in" he said smiling at her. a smile that dylan liked to see.

"well what do you want to be?"

"a hockey player."

"oh... too bad hockey isn't a major huh" she said chuckling at her own joke while ryan and gabe gave her funny looks except will of course, who was laughing at the joke like it was the funniest thing ever said. (thats what your supposed to do when your crush tells a joke)

"and what do you want to be"

"honestly, I dont know. I just want to have the degree so I can have more of a say in the brands I deal with, and all that"

"so you want the knowledge" gabe said, since he's been listening.

"yeah, basically" she said. making eye contact with will who looked to be studying her a bit.

he knew she wanted to say more but seemed to be putting up a wall which was understandable seeing as she just met these boys twenty mins ago.

"well im all done." she said closing up her laptop and standing up.

"maybe ill see you guys later!" she said waving to them.

"look for 6" will said to her.

"six what?" she said confused.

"what?" he said equally confused now

"six of what" she said cluelessly.

"like the number six" he said smiling awkwardly.

"oh!! omg I knew that! okay!" she said grabbing her bag and waving bye to them.

gabe and ryan gave each other a knowing look before immediately chirping will.

"you are such a flirt"

"that was painful"

"and he said I dont know how to talk to girls"

"shutup guys" he said packing his stuff away before leaving. hoping to see her in the stands tonight. her personality was even cuter.

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im so sorry for not uploading! I just keep overthinking everything so I end up just deleting it! but thats just a me problem lol. but I hope u guys like this au. I plan to the it all together.

#nhl imagine #ryan leonard #gabe perreault #nhl imagines #will smith hockey #bc hockey #hockey fic #will smith x reader #gabe perreault x reader #ryan leonard x reader

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perotovar · 4 months

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into the beat of the night (ch 6) "precious"

header by the lovely @sp00kymulderr ♥

pairing: frankie morales/oc!river price (they/them) rating: E (18+) chapter warnings: swearing, marisol makes a proper introduction, river bonding with a 4 year-old (it's cute, i promise), worried/frantic dad!frankie, google translated spanish (sorry), sub!frankie, oral (m receiving), rimming, fingering (m receiving), cum eating, if i missed anything else lmk! word count: 3.7k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta: @scenaaario

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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“I’m positive.”

Frankie bit his lip, arms crossed over his wide chest. “I know kids aren’t really–”

“Oh, hush,” River laughed, rolling their eyes. “She’s your daughter, babe. Of course I want to meet her.”

“Alright,” Frankie nodded, a small smile appearing on his lips. He exhaled softly, taking their ring-clad fingers in his and rubbing the knuckles. “I’ll get my keys and we can go pick her up from daycare, then.”

Warmth spread through River’s chest and they nodded, leaning over to kiss Frankie’s jaw. “Lead the way.”

As they drove to Marisol’s daycare, Frankie let River take over the radio this time, promising that they could show him more of their own personal taste in music. A lot of it sounded like the stuff they played at The Night Owl, but River’s taste was more varied. He surprised himself by how much of it he ended up liking.

“You know what that means,” River’s face lighting up with a grin from the passenger seat.

Frankie glanced at them before turning his blinker on and continuing through the intersection. “No, what?” he chuckled.

“It means,” River started, voice full of delight and teasing, “That you’re goth.”

Confusion graced Frankie’s features as he slowed down at a red light. He looked over at them like River had grown a third eye. “But I don’t look like it?”

River rolled their eyes and laughed. “I keep telling you guys that it’s a music-based subculture. As long as you like the music, then you’re free to identify that way,” they paused. “If you want to, of course.”

A laugh bubbled its way up Frankie’s chest and he smirked. “Oh, then I am so goth.”

“You only just figured out who Siouxsie and the Banshees are, Francisco.”

“I still don’t know why she has to spell her name like that,” he mumbled as they pulled into the parking lot of the daycare.

River laughed and Frankie melted.

A giggling bundle of pink barreled into Frankie’s open arms as he knelt down to pick up Marisol. “Hey, sweetheart,” Frankie smiled, kissing her cheek. “How was your day?”

Marisol didn’t answer him, eyes transfixed on the new figure standing next to her father. Her big brown eyes traveled over River, her cheeks flushed and warm from running, and maybe a little bit from nerves.

“This is River, honey,” Frankie said, resting her on his hip as he stood. “This is daddy’s new friend.” The two of them had decided on easing Marisol into their relationship, when they figured out a way to describe River in a way that the little girl could understand.

River’s heart melted at the two of them. Frankie was right about River not being one for kids, but seeing their boyfriend be so soft and attentive to this little girl was doing things to them.

“Hi, sweetie,” River smiled, reaching out to tug on Marisol’s dress. “This is very pretty.”

Marisol blushed and smiled, hiding her face in Frankie’s neck.

“What do we say?” Frankie encouraged, patting her little bum.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “I like your name.”

River and Frankie exchanged soft looks before River smiled gratefully. “That’s very sweet of you, honey.”

Marisol giggled and tucked her face back into Frankie’s neck, grabbing a tiny fistful of his t-shirt. When they made it back to Frankie’s truck, River climbed back into the passenger seat while Frankie buckled Marisol into her car seat.

“What kind of music do you like, Marisol?” River asked, looking back at her.

Marisol’s little face scrunched up in thought, taking the question very seriously. “Hmm… pretty stuff! Stuff that ballerinas dance to,” she nodded, happy with what she decided on.

River thought about it and scrolled through their playlists on their phone. Soft piano and an ethereal feminine voice rang through the speakers of the car as Frankie got into his own seat and started the truck. He raised a brow in River’s direction as he started driving toward his apartment.

River shrugged and smiled. “Kate Bush has pretty music. And she’s a classically trained dancer, so I think it qualifies as something a ballerina would dance to.” They both looked back at Marisol to see her with her eyes shut as she let the music overtake her little body.

Frankie smiled and nodded, accepting that defense. “Alright,” he chuckled.

Marisol was currently talking River’s ear off and Frankie was horrified. His little girl was as sweet as can be, but normally very shy. River seemed to have brought her out of her shell, a fact that filled him with joy, but he didn’t want an unexpected toddler question to make River uncomfortable.

“Did that hurt?!” Marisol squealed, poking River’s nose next to one of the piercings there. River spluttered and laughed, gripping Marisol’s tiny hand in theirs to remove it from their face.

“It did, but it doesn’t hurt anymore,” they laughed softly. “This hurt more, though.” River poked their tongue out, showing her the piercing that lay in the middle.

“Wow!! That’s so weird!” Marisol giggled.

Frankie shook his head in amusement as he cleaned off the pan he’d be using to cook dinner. This was River’s second time at his apartment, but his first time cooking for them. The first was after their first night spent together. He and River had a movie night, and his thoughts quickly drifted to how that night progressed. River on their knees in front of him while he sat on the couch, his knuckles clenched white around the throw blanket to keep from coming. Their long hair framing their face as they kissed and licked down his hard–

“Frankie? Hello…?” River grinned, standing next to him and leaning against the kitchen counter. He startled and snapped his head up to look at them. His cheeks grew warm at their smirking face, and he felt the blush spread to his neck as they held his gaze.

“Distracted?” they whispered, stepping into his space and kissing his jaw. They delicately licked the patch of skin on his cheek void of any facial hair.

Frankie gulped and shivered. “I–I have to cook dinner, tu amenazas,” he chuckled softly. River smiled and gave him a quick kiss before settling back against the counter. “What were you saying before?”

“Oh, right,” River said, pointing toward the living room where Marisol was playing with her Barbies. “She wants to watch ‘mermaids’, and I didn’t know what that meant, but I assume you do.”

Frankie nodded and set down the pan in the sink before drying off his hands. “Yeah, c’mere, I’ll show you where all her movies are.” He smiled, leading River back into the living room.

Marisol now enamored with her movie and River sitting on the floor next to her, Frankie felt warmth in his chest. As he made dinner, he couldn’t help but think of this being a regular occurrence. He knew that asking River to be a parent wasn’t fair to them, and this was still a pretty fresh relationship, but he allowed his mind to wander. He wanted to catch a glimpse of what the two of them would look like a few years down the line.

“Está listo, ustedes dos,” Frankie smiled, turning the stovetop off as the food sizzled in the pan.

“C’mon, you,” River grunted as they got up, holding their hand out for Marisol to take. Marisol happily took River’s hand as they walked into the little eating nook of the apartment. River picked her up and sat her down in her chair and set a plate in front of her.

Frankie's face visibly melted at the gesture and before he could stop himself, he leaned over and kissed River’s cheek. They both froze and looked at Marisol, who was too busy making her Barbie dance and do flips to notice. River snorted and gave Frankie a wink before taking a seat across from him at the table.

Dinner went surprisingly well. River entertained all of Marisol’s silly questions with grace and an amused smile. Frankie watched with rapt attention and a bursting heart. Marisol was a curious little bug and he loved that about her, so it surprised him that she hadn’t already asked—

“Are you a boy or girl?”

The room seemed to still as Frankie and River made eye contact. Frankie started to panic, face pinched with worry, but River just smiled and put their hand on top of his to calm him down.

“You have long hair like a girl,” Marisol mumbled over the thumb in her mouth.

“I do,” River chuckled.

“But kinda sound like a boy…”

Frankie looked at River, completely lost for words. He had no idea how to change the subject but River didn’t seem to be worried.

“Well,” River started. “Some people are princesses,” they winked, poking Marisol’s tummy and making her giggle. “Some people are princes.” They looked over at Frankie and smiled, giving him a quick once-over. “And some people are a mix of the two.”

Marisol furrowed her little brow as she listened. “So… You get dresses and capes?”

River met Frankie’s eyes before snorting, resting their chin in the palm of their hand. “That’s right,” they smirked.

“Ugh, that’s so cool.”

Frankie visibly deflated, eyes closing softly and exhaling. River rubbed his knuckles with their thumb comfortingly. “River is really cool,” Frankie piped in, smiling softly.

“I know that, daddy.”

River’s face softened as warmth colored their cheeks. “Thank you, sweetie.” They looked over at Frankie and made a show of checking him out, silently telling him what was in store for him later.

Frankie’s chest puffed up and he grinned, checking them out in return. “Alright, conejita, it’s getting late,” Marisol whined in protest. “Hey, you told me you’d be a big girl today, remember? Head into the bathroom and get onto your step so we can brush our teeth, okay?”

Marisol deflated a little and grumpily made her way down the hall. River gave Frankie an amused look before taking his hand in their own. “C’mere,” they hummed, pulling him close. They looked up at him from their seat and gripped onto his hips and ass, squeezing appreciatively.

Frankie shivered and cupped River’s face, kissing them deeply. “Gimme five minutes,” he breathed against their lips.

River changed, sporting a tank top and boxer briefs, and started looking around Frankie’s bedroom. On top of his dresser was a selection of photos: one of him lifting Marisol into the air, both of them giggling. River smiled, before moving their eyes to the next one: an old black and white photo of a man and a woman, presumably Frankie’s parents. The last photo was the one that really caught their attention: a much younger Frankie stood ramrod straight dressed in his military fatigues with a stern look on his face. “Must be after basic training,” they hummed under their breath. Frankie’s hair was cut short, none of the curls they loved so much to be seen.

Above the photos hung two separate certificates; one for the military, and one for flight school. Frankie had told them about his job a little, but because it was through the military, he could only explain so much. He could explain the maintenance part of his job, though.

“Alright, Marisol should be falling asleep anytime, her rain sounds are on full blast,” Frankie chuckled as he came into the room and locked the door. “What’cha lookin’ at, mi amor?”

River hummed, their thumb rubbing the side of Frankie’s young face on the photo. “You were so skinny,” they frowned, setting the photo back down.

Frankie came up behind them and rested his chin on their shoulder, swaying them back and forth a little. “Yeah. I was always pretty thin. Then Marisol came along and I started eating more regularly to keep her healthy,” he chuckled, kissing River’s cheek from behind them.

River raised a brow and turned in his arms, holding onto the sides of his stomach. “You’re telling me this only happened within the last four years?” They asked incredulously, a smirk on their lips.

“Shhh,” Frankie chuckled and pressed their lips together, humming happily into River’s mouth. “Just go with it.”

“But I like this,” River pouted, squeezing Frankie’s fuller middle lovingly. Frankie blushed, smiled, and shrugged in acceptance. “Now,” River grinned, squeezing Frankie’s ass. “On the bed.”

A shiver traveled down Frankie’s spine, and he nodded, removing his clothes as he went. He laid against the headboard, bare legs spread out in front of him. His cock was already twitching to life at the sight of River pulling their long hair out of their face and into a loose ponytail.

“You kept stressing yourself out today,” River started, crawling onto the bed and getting comfortable between the thick muscles, kissing up his leg. “How come?” Their eyes moved up to his face as they sucked a mark on the inside of his knee.

Frankie relaxed, watching River’s mouth closely. “W-wanted things to go well with you and Marisol,” he answered, resting his hand on top of theirs on his opposite thigh. “Not burn dinner,” he laughed quietly.

River hummed, eyes shutting as they nibbled on the soft flesh. They rubbed up the sides of his legs comfortingly and made eye contact with him. “Think you did just fine,” they smiled, their lips making a small pop when they let go of his thigh. “Wanna thank you, in fact,” they breathed, their mouth moving to kiss and suck at his balls softly.

“F-fuck, for what, Río?” Frankie grunted, his cock twitching violently against his lower tummy.

“Taking care of us,” they said casually, kissing up the length of his cock before engulfing the head with their mouth and flicking their tongue over the tip. Every time the piercing in their tongue made contact with his cock, the air left Frankie’s lungs.

A long whine left Frankie’s lips as he shivered, his stomach tensing. He looked down and groaned at his cock stretching River’s mouth to its limit.

River’s mouth popped off so they could lean forward and kiss Frankie’s ribs. They curled their fingers around his shaft and pumped languidly, their mouth sucking another mark below his pec. “Quiet, baby,” River hummed. “Don’t wanna wake her, right?”

Frankie nodded frantically, trying to keep his breathing under control. “R-right,” he gasped, River’s thumb rubbing over the head just right.

“Good boy,” River smirked, kissing their way back down to his cock. They started bobbing their head up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, watching Frankie’s face the whole time. Frankie moaned quietly, one big hand cupping the back of River’s head to keep them in place, and the other braced on their tattooed shoulder.

“B-baby, fuck, your fuckin’ mouth,” he groaned, shutting his eyes and tipping his head back.

River moaned around him and subtly moved down the bed until Frankie was lying on his back, one long leg draped over their shoulder and down their back. An idea popped into River’s head, making them smirk to themself. Their mouth lifted off of his cock again and they put two of their own fingers into their mouth, making them as wet as possible. Their hand kept a steady pace, their eyes locked on Frankie’s blissed out features. His eyes were still closed and he was moaning weakly, his whole body twitching and shivering.

Slowly, they lowered their mouth back into their original position, but this time, they flicked their tongue along the inside of his foreskin and gently grazed their teeth across the exposed head. Frankie let out a louder moan, eyes shooting open to see what they were doing. River hummed and winked at him, one of their wet fingers moving between his legs and teasing around the rim of his asshole.

“Riv,” Frankie panted, face pinched in pleasure.

River shut their eyes in bliss and bobbed their head again, their first finger pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Frankie let out a shaky exhale, his breath hitching as River went deeper.

“Fuck,” he whined, chest heaving and toes curling. River added the second finger, and watched his face as they pumped them in and out slowly. His head was pushed back into the pillow underneath, that thick neck of his taut and flushed a deep red color.

River moved their free hand underneath one of his thighs and pushed it back until his knees were up closer to his shoulders, exposing his hole to them. They hummed around his cock, relishing in the weight of him. His obedience made them shiver as heat built in their core. They sped up the rhythm of their fingers enough to get him to moan weakly again, the wet suck of their fingers inside him loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom.

They sucked hard around the head of his cock before pulling away. “Touch yourself,” they hummed, voice thick and lips swollen.

Frankie was on another planet and just barely heard them. He looked at their flushed face, eyes half lidded and glossy, plush lips parted. Frankie looked beautiful. Wrecked.

They spread their fingers slightly, keeping up the pace. Frankie’s eyes rolled back and he groaned, long fingers curling around his cock and pumping.

“Slowly,” they commanded, removing their fingers, green eyes stern, but not unkind. They knew Frankie needed to be told what to do sometimes and it made Frankie’s heart soar. He did what he was told, slowly moving his hand over his cock.

River hummed appreciatively and held the backs of his thighs steady. “Good boy,” they grinned, collecting saliva on their tongue before spitting directly onto his hole.

Frankie gasped loudly, squeezing his cock, and looked down at River. “R-Río! Wait–”

“Shhh,” they soothed, kissing down his thigh until their tongue met the rim of his hole and teased it over the puckered skin.

“H-holy fuck, Riv,” Frankie groaned, his free hand covering his mouth so he’d stay quiet. “I-I’m gonna fucking come,” he whined, voice muffled behind his fingers, and squeezed the base of his cock to prolong the inevitable.

“Not yet,” they said casually, their pierced tongue dragging over the tight ring of muscle before venturing further in. River moaned once their tongue was inside him, their lips sucking on the rim simultaneously. They made eye contact with him, their green ones determined and nearly black with desire.

Frankie was a fucking wreck. His thighs trembled on either side of River’s head and his toes were curled so hard his feet were nearly folded in half. His entire body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and he could barely breathe. His head felt fuzzy, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. “B-baby, please, I can’t–”

River moaned and removed their mouth from him. They licked their lips and wiped the back of their hand over their mouth to collect any left over saliva. They dragged their knuckles over his hole teasingly before pressing the pads of their fingertips back inside him. Frankie whimpered and bit down onto his hand as he looked at them pleadingly.

“You wanna come on my face, baby?” River said softly, soothingly. Frankie’s nearly purple cock twitched violently in his hand and he nodded frantically.

“P-please, yes, I–”

River chuckled softly as they lowered their face toward his cock, exposing their pierced tongue to him, eyes shut softly.

Frankie groaned and started pumping his cock quickly, aiming it toward their face. His fist was practically a blur, the amount of pre-cum covering his cock working in his favor.

“Oh, mierda. Ay dios mío...” Frankie whined, voice pitched up an octave or two before his cock burst, thick ropes of come painting River’s face. Frankie kept stroking himself until there wasn’t anything left. He panted heavily, little whines and whimpers leaving him sporadically.

River smiled, licking the cum off their lips and chin before wiping the rest off with their fingers and sucking them clean. “Good boy, good fuckin’ boy,” they hummed, crawling between his legs so they could kiss Frankie deeply.

Frankie moaned at the taste of his spend on their tongue, his big hands cradling the sides of their face. He was still catching his breath, but didn’t want to stop. River came up for air, a big smile on their lips as they pressed their forehead to his. They just breathed for a moment, letting Frankie come back down to earth.

“You okay?”

Frankie blinked up at them, eyes half lidded and shiny. He hummed, his body feeling fuzzy and satisfied, heavy. “Yeah,” he smiled. “That was… wow,” a dopey giggle escaping him.

River snorted and kissed the corner of his mouth. “First time someone’s done that?”

Frankie nodded, pulling them down until they were chest to chest. He rubbed up and down their back. “Yeah, I’m usually the one doing that sort of thing.” River hummed in response, laying their head against his broad chest and getting comfy. “Speaking of which,” Frankie tapped their shoulder, then his own chest. “Come up.”

River shook their head. “No, honey, it’s not transactional, I wanted to–”

“Get. Up. Here.”

River shuddered and obeyed, crawling up Frankie’s torso until they were sitting on his lap. “You sure?”

“Mmm, positive,” Frankie grinned, squeezing their thighs.

Frankie startled awake, something loud crashing in the kitchen. He looked around his bedroom briefly, arm reaching out toward River’s side. When that side felt cold, he frowned and looked toward the open bedroom door. Marisol’s giggles drifted into the room and he relaxed, throwing the sheets off his tired body. He grunted as he bent over to grab his underwear and the t-shirt he was wearing yesterday.

He yawned and scratched his head, curls messy and sticking up in every direction. He slowly walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he heard River speaking quietly to Marisol.

“No, we’ll get you some orange juice instead,” they chuckled, the sound of a ceramic mug being placed on the kitchen counter.

Marisol shook her head and scrunched her face.

“No? Well, what would you like instead?”

Frankie leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. He stopped next to the kitchen, staying out of sight, a smile growing on his lips.

The refrigerator door opened and Marisol grunted quietly, like she was reaching for something.

“Ahh, apple juice. I agree, this is way better,” River whispered, like it was a big secret to be revealed.

Marisol giggled and Frankie rested his forehead on the wall. His heart thundered in his chest as a wide smile grew on his face.

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spacecowboyhotch · 11 months

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summary: of course, you had been saving it— for a man that would never have it. a man that was off limits. him.

pairing: fem!garcia!reader x frankie morales, brief santi garcia

contents: nsfw/18+/smut, brother’s best friend trope, reader losing her virginity, mutual pining, frankie being the king of soft dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, fluff, a touch of angst

wc: 6.3k (this got VERY OUT OF HAND)

an: this is a universe where frankie and santi have been best friends since they were in diapers and end up roommates! i don’t usually like to age characters/reader but for the sake of some details they’re both just a few years older than reader when this takes place and she’s mid-twenties.

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You aren’t quite sure how you ended up here. Well, that’s not entirely true— the two of you had gotten in his truck and he’d driven you both to his apartment. That you understand, but this; sitting on his fire escape under the moon, the way his shoulder is pressed against yours, the tenderness in his eyes as they skim every detail of your face is a little less clear. In fact, it’s nothing but a murky mess that you aren’t sure you feel comfortable wading through.

This is Frankie you’re talking about. Santi’s best friend. Isn’t there some unspoken rule about having feelings for your brother��s best friend? Even if there wasn’t, Santiago would invent it the moment the word feelings flew out of your mouth.

Nevertheless, you remember everything about Frankie. You know the meaning of every expression you’ve ever seen grace his face, you know his order at all the restaurants in town. And though you were just 6 years old, you remember the wide grin on his face when Santi’s parents— your parents— brought you home from the adoption agency.

Frankie’s been what dreams are made of since the day you were brought to your forever home and he will continue to be until the day you die. You accepted that years ago.

So why is your heart beating a little quicker in your chest when he looks at you this way? Why for the first time are you not sure what the look in his eye means?

“You okay?”

You blink, drawn out of your trance. You give him your best smile, “Yeah, I’m alright.”

“Do you feel sick? We’ve got pedialyte,” He jerks a thumb over his shoulder towards the window.

“No, I’m alright really. I drank a lot of water, I just…well you know how my parents are. They think I’m some princess who does it all right.”

“Aren’t you?” He teases, bumping his broad shoulder against your own.

“I’m not,” You say firmly, chin tilting up in a defiant manner that makes him chuckle.

He raises a brow at you, looking playfully skeptical, “You had three drinks, and would only dance with people you knew. You’re worried enough about your image to come here instead of going home to your parents. Hell, I mean, Santi thinks you're still a virgin at 26.”

He knows right away that he’s said too much. It can’t be the alcohol— it left his system a while ago making it safe enough for him to drive home. But he’s so comfortable, so at ease. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s 2 a.m. and the two of you are home alone. Maybe it’s the way that your warm body is pressed against his, the way your eyes shine in the light of the moon.

You glower at him, “That asshole should mind his own goddamn business.”

Frankie tilts his head at you in disbelief at how defensive you get, mouth dropping open for a moment before he’s able to form words. “Tell me he’s not right, querida.”

When you stay silent, your gaze faltering, he reaches out, running his hand comfortingly along the length of your thigh. His hand lingers there, “It’s not a bad thing. But you’ve…you know what pleasure is, yeah? You’ve— uh, shown yourself, right?”

“Oh my god, Frankie.” You groan, embarrassed; so embarrassed that it’s easier to ignore the way your heart jumps in your chest at his delicate touch. You bury your face in your hands, refusing to look at him as you say, “Yes, I know what pleasure is. Fuck this is– can we not talk about my lack of sexual experience?”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. C’mon, it’s fine. You want to know what it’s like right? You’re just…saving it? You could if you wanted to?” He asks, trying to understand.

His line of questioning is even more mortifying because it makes you confront your delusional thinking. Of course, you had been saving it— for a man that would never have it. A man that was off limits. Him.

“Stop, please, I can’t— I can’t talk about this. Not with you.”

“It isn’t easier with me? I’m not your brother or your parents, I’m not gonna give you shit or make you promise to save it for marriage I just—“

“Frankie, please. Stop.”

“Help me understand.”

You frown at him, confused, “Understand?”

“It makes no sense to me, there have to be men and women lining up for you. You’re…well you’re you.”

Now it’s your turn to look at him in disbelief, a soft chuckle leaving your throat. “I’m me?” You repeat skeptically.

“Yes. Beautiful and kind— intelligent— silly, silly’s a really important one,” He teases and you bite away your grin.

Your heart feels as if it stops before it begins to beat quickly, driven by the deep yearning you have for him. It starts there in your chest and spreads throughout your entire body. You crave him.

Before you can think better of it, you say softly— so softly he almost doesn’t hear it, “I was saving it for…for someone I could never have.”

Frankie simply stares at you for a moment, trying to digest what the words could mean. He doesn’t want to assume that you’re talking about him. Many circumstances could make someone off limits, not just the fact that he happens to be Santi’s best friend. But, his heart aches with hope, wanting it to be him.

“And who’s that?” He asks softly.

Panic rises in your throat. “Frankie…”

“Is that your answer?”

You look away, and you brace your hand on the fire escape, prepared to get up and leave, “I— I can’t. We can’t, this is... I should go.”

His grip on your thigh tightens as if to say don’t go, “Hey, hey, it’s alright. Tell me. Say it, please.”

“You…what?”

“Say it,” He urges softly, cupping your cheek in his large, warm palm.

You lean into his hand on instinct, some of the fight leaving you. “You. I was saving it for you. I had this stupid idea that somehow you’d…it’s silly. Silly just like me, like you said.”

“It’s not silly, querida. That I’d want you? I do. I want you.”

“Don’t. Don’t get my hopes up, please, not if you don’t truly mean it,” But even as you say these words, your eyes flicker to his plush mouth.

Your plea breaks him— his heart, his resolve, his brain. He holds you still, surging forward until his mouth is pressed firmly against yours. You freeze for a moment, a dreamy haze taking over your limbs as you try to convince yourself that this is truly happening. Frankie nips at your bottom lip and the hunger inside of you has your hand finding its place in the curls at the nape of his neck as you lick eagerly into his mouth. He groans, the hand on your thigh gripping you tighter and pulling you closer so that you’re almost in his lap. The shuffle makes the kiss a little awkward, and you pull away, resting your nose against his as the two of you try to catch your breath.

“Fuck, Frankie, you could’ve given me a heads up,” You gasp again him with a chuckle.

“I’ll remember that for next time. Was that okay?”

“It was perfect. I…I want you, Frankie. If you want me,” As you speak, your voice grows softer, more timid.

He nuzzles his nose against yours, whispering breathily, “As much as I want to take you here, I won’t scandalize you on this fire escape, especially not on our first go.”

His words make you tremble. They speak more, that this won’t be the only time. But you don’t want to get ahead of yourself.

“Do you always say insanely arousing things like that?” You ask breathlessly.

He purses his lips at you, like he’s in disbelief, “You found that arousing?”

All you can do is nod, your throat dry, almost closing as your body hums with anticipation. He grins, it’s a little sly but very sweet and he leans in once more, pressing one last kiss to your lips before he scoops you up in his arms with no problem. You feel tiny, weightless in his arms like this. His hands are firm, one curling around your waist.

Despite the shared current of eagerness sparking between you, Frankie is patient and gentle. Once he’s carried you to his room, to your surprise he sets you on your feet in front of the bed and drops to his knees. His calloused hands are warm and sure as he drags down the zipper on your leather miniskirt. The moment the skirt pools at your feet, his hands rise to knead your thighs, marveling at how soft your skin is.

He looks down at you with wonder and lust, eyes slowly drinking in every inch of you. This sight…he would’ve bet his life that he’d never see it but here you are. You’re in nothing but panties, strewn out across his bed like you belong there. There’s a bit of moonlight streaming in through his blinds, making your skin glitter. He traces every curve with his gaze and it’s like you can feel his warm hands on you.

“Frankie,” You breathe shyly, head turning to the side to break away from his intense gaze. Your eyes fall to the pile of aviation magazines that rests on his desk— stacks and stacks of his dreams.

The bed dips as he lowers himself to lay beside you. His hand rises to cup your cheek, tilting your head towards him so that your gazes meet.

“You have to look at me, pretty girl,” He teases softly.

“I know, I’m sorry but you make me so…” You trail off, unsure of how to explain what you’re feeling.

“Yeah? You don’t think my heart’s jumpin’ out my chest right now?” He asks. To prove his point he takes your hand and presses it against where his heart beats erratically.

“It’s just me, Frankie. You’ve seen everything.”

“Not everything, not this,” He murmurs, sliding his hand through your breasts, and down your stomach to cup your clothed sex.

“Oh god. I feel like I’m gonna pass out. Is it— is it supposed to feel—“

“So overwhelming? Yeah,” His voice is gravelly, full of need as he answers.

“Overwhelm me some more,” You whisper bashfully. The sound of his voice and the hunger in his eyes makes your entire body feel as if it’s on fire.

“Trust me, I will. I’ve gotta take my time with you, so you can take it all. Every single inch of me,” He breathes against your neck, continuing to kiss his way down.

His handling of you is some confusing, erotic combination of tender and commanding. He’s so gentle and yet you bow under his touch. He doesn’t use much force though he absolutely could. But there’s something about his confidence that you will allow him to move you wherever and however, you want that makes the arousal in your lower belly burn hotter.

He kisses and sucks every inch of your skin, soft moans sending shivers through you, eliciting goosebumps. His path is clear, and when he settles in between your legs he removes your panties and then uses his hands to firmly pin you to the mattress. The groan he lets out at the sight of your glistening sex is deep and broken, close to a whimper.

“Fuck, you saved all this for me?” He whispers, almost to himself. You aren’t allowed to answer, not because he forcefully prevents you but before the first word can even form in your brain he leans in to lick a stripe up your pussy.

Frankie’s starved for you. His mouth works you over with a desperation that’s grown inside of him for years. He’s wanted you for so long, and to have your thighs around his ears, your taste in his mouth, and the scent of you buzzing in his brain like a colony of bees, drives him insane. He pulls away for a moment just to nuzzle his nose against your clit, breathing in the rich, heady scent of you. It makes him hungrier and soon his mouth is on you again. He sucks and licks and thrusts his tongue deep inside of you.

Your whines have him smiling against you, and his eyes raise to meet your cloudy gaze, “Makin’ me the luckiest man on earth right now, you know that?”

You’ve cum before, sure, but this— the combination of his words and his mouth makes you feel as if your body is fit to burst with pleasure.

“Frankie,” You whine, unable to think of anything else to say. He consumes you, surrounds you and this is just the beginning. You aren’t sure how you’ll survive the rest of the night, but you’re determined to. This may be the only time you’ll ever have him, and you refuse to give it up.

You hear the grin in his voice, “I can hear it, you’re close. Give it to me, querida. Cum all over my face.”

Your body breaks at his permission, and you cry out loudly, hand flying down to ground yourself by gripping at his hair. He groans but doesn’t stop, his tongue greedily wanting to lick up every drop of your release.

You’re just starting to recover, your breath slowing when Frankie gently presses a finger inside of you, any air that you’d gathered in your lungs escaping in a gasp of surprise.

He lets out a filthy groan against your thigh, pressing a kiss to the skin there, “Look at how well you’re taking it. One more? Can I give you one more and I’ll give you whatever you want, yeah honey?

“Yes. Yes, please.”

Your yes is all Frankie needs to press another finger inside of you, stretching your further. He doesn’t want to hurt you once he’s truly inside of you, but he wants to give you all of it, all of him. It will be a tight fit, he can tell by the way your pussy clenches around his fingers, but he will make it fit. He wants to be buried as deeply inside of you as he can get, to be deeper than you’ve ever been inside yourself. Part of him, some delusional part that he rarely indulges, believes that you were made for him, and that part of him knows that you’ll take all of him.

“More, Frankie. Need more. Can I have more?” You gaze down at him between your legs with desperate eyes.

He pulls his mouth from your thigh to grin up at you, chin and beard glistening with your arousal, marking him as yours. “Yeah, let’s get you opened up for me,” He murmurs, adding a third finger with an ease that makes him moan again.

Your hips pivot up, as you feel yourself flutter around him. “So good, you feel so good,” You gasp, feeling that knot in your stomach twist tighter.

“Taking me so fucking well, baby. D’you see?” He leans in to press a soft kiss to your clit, and you shiver again.

“Just for you, Frankie.”

“Just for me. All for me. Nobody else,” Each word is accompanied by the wet sound of his fingers thrusting deep.

His possessiveness, the feel of his fingers, the wet sounds of sex, they all come together to overwhelm you. For the second time tonight you fall over that edge, though this orgasm is softer, more relaxed than the first, your walls gently clenching around Frankie’s fingers. He guides you through it with the sweetest, filthiest praises, kissing at your thighs as you shake and shiver against him.

Gently, he cleans up all of your release with his tongue, before kissing his way up your body until his lips meet yours. You can taste your saltiness on his tongue and eagerly lick into his mouth. This taste is proof of the two of you together like this and you close your eyes, memorizing it.

“Oh…oh my god,” You breathe into his mouth, smiling weakly into his kiss.

Your entire body is tired, exhausted from the two mind-shattering orgasms he’s already given you but you want more. You want to truly feel him, want to feel him pressing against you and inside you and all around you all at once.

He smiles at you, eyes focused intently on your face, like you hold the world, “You alright? Should we take a break, querida?”

“No,” You whine brokenly. “No, no, need you, baby, please.”

Your beg, sweet and desperate has him shuddering against him and he nods, gently settling his hips between yours. His cock slides against your clit, making you shiver and twitch from sensitivity but you’re still eager, pivoting up against him.

“Slow, we’ll go slow. Keep your hips still for me, alright?” Even as he asks you, his hand drops to your hips, holding them steady.

You nod frantically, not wanting to waste your breath or any time protesting when you’re so close to feeling him.

The first press of him inside of you makes your limbs tingle, though it is shallow and gentle. He’s made you cum twice already to open you up for him but still is cautious, wanting there to be minimal discomfort for you.

“How’s that? You okay?” He asks, eyes roaming your face.

“T-there’s no way you’re playing fair. Does it— is it all like that?” You ask him breathlessly, staring up at the spinning ceiling.

“I’m pulling out all the stops for you, baby.”

Slowly and so delicately, as if you’ll break, he grinds his hips more firmly against yours until he’s as deep inside you as he can go. The kisses the two of you were sharing cease because his mouth goes slack, a soft depraved sound coming from the back of his throat now that he’s fully inside of you.

“You— okay?” You choke out, your fingers buried in his unruly curls.

“It’s your first time and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”

“I thought there was more…thrusting involved. You aren’t moving,” You say shyly, looking away when his mouth pulls up into a grin.

You don’t know what you’re asking for, that much he’s sure of.

He guides his hips back slowly, withdrawing, and though you’ve asked for it, though you know he’s going to fill you right back up, you whine at the loss of him. The first thrust of his cock into you is gentle, you can tell by the way his neck strains and the broken moan that leaves his throat, but you can’t think about that very long because the stretch.

Your head falls back, eyes screwing shut as you try to handle taking all of his cock, breathing out, “Francisco—“

Frankie leans in, kissing your now exposed neck, “I’ve got you, baby. I’m right here, it’s okay. You can take it for me.”

You nod but that’s all that you can do as try to breathe through the delicious feeling of him splitting you open with each thrust. His hips are flush against yours and grinds, causing your pussy to clench around him.

“You’re so fucking tight, so wet for me, do you hear? Listen.”

You try to lower your loud, erratic breath to hear the sound he talks about, and you do, the wet squelch of you taking him even louder than it was when it was just his fingers.

As he continues to thrust into you, your hips begin to recognize his rhythm. Guided by your neediness, your hips pivot to meet him thrust for thrust, driving him even deeper than before. He groans into your neck, bracing one arm so that he can press your hips down, keeping you still.

He grins down at you, bending to press a kiss to your mouth “Let me do the work, honey. I want you to lay there and take it. All you have to do is cum on my cock, okay baby?”

“B-but, deeper,” You beg, blinking up at him.

“You want it deeper? Want me to stretch you further, fill you up even more?” He asks, and you whine, nodding desperately beneath him. “My sweet, naughty girl.”

He readjusts, taking the weight off of his knees so that his legs are fully extended and grinds— stealing both of your breath. The tip of his cock presses deep, so deep that you could swear you feel him in your tummy.

“This deep enough for you?”

“Mhmm, don’t stop, please, wanna cum for you again.”

“Squeezing me so tight. Can I— fuck, can I cum inside you?”

“Yes, god, please,” You plead, reaching up to brush back the hair that's fallen into his eyes.

Frankie leans into your touch, the soft hazy look on his face in contrast with the way he’s pounding you into the mattress, “You’re perfect. Cum for me one more time. Need to feel you.”

If there was any doubt that your body was his, it is washed away with your last release. You tighten around him as soon as the words leave his mouth, gasping and sputtering beneath as every nerve in your body sings with pleasure. You force yourself to keep your eyes open to see him reach his peak.

The flutter of your pussy around him pulls him down. His hips stutter against yours, before he grinds again, filling you up with his warm release. The heat of him makes you shiver, but you tilt your hips up, wanting to keep all of him. After a moment, he rolls onto his side, keeping an arm around you to bring you with him and keep him inside of you.

“How was that?” He whispers against your temple.

You look up at him, pressing a hand against his chest as if to admonish him, “How was that? Are you kidding me?”

He grins, wide and boyish, with a shrug, “Maybe.”

“Good. You were so good, so gentle with me.”

“You’re incredible,” He breathes, capturing your mouth with his in a chaste kiss.

You’ve never felt so sated in your life. The two of you lay tangled together for what felt like an eternity until Frankie suggests a bath. You aren’t as wired as you were just 30 minutes ago, but a bath sounds lovely, especially since Santi won’t be back until morning.

This is your little sliver of peace, laying back between Frankie’s legs in steaming hot, fragrant water. He presses a kiss to the back of your head before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you impossibly close.

You hum, turning your head so that you can nuzzle your temple against his mouth. That feeling that you’ve gotten over the years since being adopted by your family— the one that tells you that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be— rises in your chest. There are so many words that you want to say to him, and you think you might find the courage to when a loud sound comes from down the hall. Your blood runs cold as you look at Frankie with wide, scared eyes.

“We have to be quiet, Fish’s sleepin’,” You hear Santi say in a shouted whisper. If you weren’t so afraid you’d find it funny how loud he is while insisting that they must be quiet. But you can hardly form a word, let alone a laugh, your throat suddenly dry.

“Baby—“

You shake your head, swallowing away the panic, “I have to go. When he gets her into his room, I have to go. He thinks you took me home.”

“No,” He says firmly.

He’s just gotten you, finally gotten you— there’s no way in hell that he’ll let you go. Not even for Santi.

“Frankie—

“Don’t think or worry, just trust me?”

“Alright.”

“We’ll wake up early, I’ll take you to breakfast and drop you off at home. How does that sound?” He cups your face, running his thumb over your cheekbone soothingly.

You look at him skeptically for a moment but with the pleading look in his eye, you know that you’ll agree to it. With how drunk Santi sounds, and the late hour, he’ll be asleep most of the day. It should be safe. There’s still a lump in your throat despite his plan because it doesn’t make the future clear. Sure his words in the best of passion spoke to doing this again but they could be just that; words.

He drops you off and then what? The two of you pretend this never happened? You’re set to graduate from your masters’ program in a few months and then you’re off across the country to start your doctorate. What then? There is no forgetting Frankie— not before tonight and certainly not after it.

But you say none of this, clearing your throat once more to whisper, “Alright.”

Frankie helps you out of the water as slowly and quietly as he can. He drives you both off quickly, though his hands can’t help but linger, brushing against the curve of your hips, dancing across your collarbone. Once you’re both dry, he wraps you up and carries you across the hall to his room before falling into bed with you in his arms.

He kisses you breathless for several minutes until you pull away with a yawn.

“I’ve kept you up long enough, get some sleep.”

“Thank you, Frankie,” You mumble, nuzzling further into the crook of his neck.

He feels the exact moment you fall asleep, noticing the way your body melts into his. He kisses your temple, murmuring three words so softly that his ears don’t register them. Then, he slips into sleep with you.

—

Santi doesn’t even bother knocking. Any other morning Frankie wouldn’t mind but a morning like this— one that he will remember and cherish for the rest of his life— is the exception.

“Fish, c’mon—“ Santi stops his tracks, eyes wide. When he finds his voice it's filled with disbelief and anger. “What the fuck am I seeing right now?”

You jump at the sound of Santi’s voice, immediately remembering where you are from the scent of Frankie beside you. Frankie’s reaching for the sheet, pulling it up to your chin before he gives you a look that clearly means to stay quiet.

He looks to Santi, raising a hand, “I can explain.”

“Yeah, you better fucking start. What the fuck?”

Frankie gets out of bed quickly—in nothing but his boxers— and pushes Santi by his chest out of the room and into the hallway.

You hear Santi’s voice coming through the door. In turn, you hear it all, their entire conversation.

“Tell me what the fuck I just saw because I did not see her in your bed, Frankie.”

“Santi, if you just—“

“I should kill you. Rip your throat out. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“It’s not what you think.”

Santi narrows his eyes, “It’s not? I didn’t just see my baby sister in your bed?”

Frankie shakes his head with an exasperated sigh, “She’s not a baby, Santi.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t you fuckin’ know?”

Frankie grimaces, “Pope—“

Santi lunges forward, pressing Frankie into the wall with a thud as he asks, “Did you deflower my baby sister? Did you take advantage of her?”

His words rub Frankie the wrong way, and for the first time, some anger bubbles in his chest. He struggles against the shorter man, before pushing him away and straightening.

“She’s not a baby, she’s a woman. And I would never take advantage of her.”

“So you didn’t? She’s still a virgin then,” Santi stares at Frankie waiting for him to agree with him. But Frankie just stares back at him and Santi’s vision starts to blur, his rage getting the best of him. “Where’s the scissors? I hope you aren’t too attached to your dick because I’m cutting it off.”

“I love her,” Frankie blurts out. “I’m in love with her. I always have been.”

Your heart jumps in your chest at Frankie’s declaration of love. He loves you? The boy you loved all your childhood, the man that you’ve seen him grow into with all his hopes and dreams and potential. He loves you? You stare up at the ceiling, a bashful smile spreading across your face.

“Don't you say that if you don’t mean it. I won’t let you get her hopes up. She’s been looking at you with those lost puppy eyes all our lives Frankie and I swear to god, if you just used her—“ Santi says, and your heart swells at his attempt to protect you. You know he has good intentions even if he’s going about it the wrong way.

“I love her, Santiago. I do,” Frankie says firmly.

“Did you tell her that?”

“I was planning to, but her fuckhead brother’s got me hemmed up first thing in the morning. We have plans.”

“Plans.”

“A date, I’m taking her out. If you release me.”

Santi’s eyes narrow, and the two stare at each other quietly for an eternity, “I’m talkin’ to her first.”

“I’d…give her a minute?”

Santi’s glare sends a chill up Frankie’s spine.

“Just let me tell her to, uh, cover up.”

You hear the dilemma and lean over the side of the bed, looking for your clothing immediately. The graphic tee you wore was just fine, and you shrug into it, but having the talk of shame in your brother’s best friend wearing the mini skirt he slid you out of not even 12 hours ago isn’t ideal.

Frankie peeks his head in and gives you his best smile though you can see the anxiety in his eyes. Maybe even some fear.

“Hey, Pope wants to talk to you. Get dressed for me?”

“Do you…could I maybe borrow some sweatpants?”

He nods to a set of drawers, “Last drawer, take anything you like. I’ll go make us some coffee.”

“Alright,” You whisper, rising out of his bed. Your shirt is a little big, falling to the middle of your thigh.

Frankie’s eyes fall lower, drawn to your bare skin and you feel heat rise in your cheeks as you make your way to the drawers and bend to search for pants.

“The coffee, Francisco,” You remind him with a chuckle, still able to feel his eyes on you even as you chose a pair.

Frankie flushes, his eyes darting away from you as he realizes he was staring, “Right. I’ll be out there if you need anything, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Thank you, Frankie,” You smile shyly at him over your shoulder.

He wets his lips before returning your smile, “Don’t mention it, sweet girl.”

“Hey, watch it!” You hear Santi yell, and then Frankie’s eyes go wide as he’s seemingly pulled back, the door slamming shut.

You hear some shuffling and a bang before the hall goes quiet. A minute goes by and then there’s a soft knock and Santi calls through the door for you. You slip into the sweatpants and sit on the edge of Frankie’s bed before telling him to come in.

He can’t look at you once he steps inside, standing right in front of the door with his arms crossed. You can’t completely decipher the look on his face but you can see some betrayal and confusion.

“What the hell is this? Some way to hurt me?” He asks quietly.

You roll your eyes, “This isn’t about you, Santi. Not everything is about you.”

Santi glares at you, pointing at his chest like an indignant child, “He’s my best friend.”

“He’s more than that to me, he always has been.”

“He’s only ever been my best friend to you,” He challenges.

“It’s not like I could tell you I had feelings for him. Clearly,” You add, returning his glare.

He comes to sit beside you, brow furrowing as he thinks this through. He sighs, looking over at you, “You have to let him down easy.”

“Let him down— Santi, I heard what he said and I love him too. It’s always been him. I can’t just walk away from that.”

“What if he hurts you? We’ll both lose him. I’ll have to kick his ass. It won’t end well for anyone.”

“He’s Frankie,” You say as an explanation.

The words are loaded with meaning— Santi knows that Frankie is one of the most decent men on this earth. That he would never think about hurting you, let alone do it.

“Yeah, he is.”

“He’s not gonna abandon you, Santi. Neither am I. I’m not taking your place.”

“I know. I know,” He repeats when you look at him skeptically.

“Good,” You wrap your arms around him, squeezing him tightly. He pretends to hate it but hugs you back before ruffling your hair. “I’d really like to go on that date now, if you’re done throwing a fit?”

“I wasn’t throwing a fit.”

“I heard you knocking his head against the wall.”

Santi’s mouth twitches, “What else was I supposed to do when he had my baby sister in his bed?”

“I’m not a baby, Santi.”

“I know. He said that. I know.” He’s quiet for a moment before looking over at you, “Are you gonna marry him?”

You choke on nothing, coughing to clear your throat, “Jesus Santi, from one extreme to another, huh?”

He shrugs, bumping your shoulder with his, “Don’t know, just always thought I’d make a good uncle. I’m fit for it.”

“Alright, now you’re really out of your mind, kids are a ways away.”

“Yeah, but they’ll get here eventually.”

“You two done in there?” Frankie calls out nervously.

Oh thank god.

Santi’s brows furrow further as he stares at the door, “Have you been eavesdropping, pendejo?”

“Be nice,” You whisper-yell at him, elbowing him in the side.

He lets out a grown and pushes you over, “Just because you two are in love or whatever doesn’t mean I’m not gonna give him hell. Come in, Fish.”

Frankie comes in with two steaming mugs of fresh coffee. You light up at the sight of him and his heart flutters like he’s some teenage fan girl meeting her idol.

“Thanks for the coffee, Frank,” Santi reaches for a mug once Frankie is close enough.

“This isn’t for you. Get out.”

Santi smirks at him as he begins to lean back into the bed, “You know, I think I’ll get nice and comfy.”

“Y’sure you wanna lay down in that bed after last night?” Frankie asks with a smirk of his own.

“Francisco,” You scold, feeling embarrassed.

Santi pretends to throw up but quickly rises to his feet, “Insufferable. Disgusting. I’ll leave you to it.” He makes his way to the door and gives you both one last once over. Though his nose is wrinkled in disgust you can see the happiness in his eyes.

If two of his favorite people in the world love each other, who is he to complain?

“Keep it down,” He quips before closing the door.

You and Frankie both let out deep breaths once the coast is clear. He takes a seat next to you on the bed and holds out a mug for you. “Hi,” He says tiredly.

“Hi. Thank you,” You nod to the mug.

He leans over, pressing a kiss to your temple, “No problem, baby. You alright?”

“I’m fine. Are you? I heard some tusslin’.”

“I’m fine. Good, now,” He wraps an arm around your waist, resting his head on yours.

“Yeah, me too. Did you…how much did you hear?”

“Enough to know we’ll be doing this for a long time. I hope.”

“I heard you too.”

“I thought us overhearing the other would make this easier to say.”

“Not the case I see,” You tease nervously.

“You can always go first.”

“Frankie.”

“I’m kidding,” He points down at the mug in your hand. “Got a good grip on that mug?”

“The goodest.”

His gaze is so soft and tender, the words sit in his eyes even as he says them, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He leans in, hand resting at the base of your neck to hold you still for his kiss. It’s deep and exploring like he’s kissing you for the first time but much less frantic than last night. When his tongue slips in beside yours, your brain goes gooey, whatever signals it had been sending to your hand to hold the mug in your hands blinded by the sweetest of Frankie’s mouth. The mug slips right out of your hand, spilling warm coffee all over your legs and feet, but thankful stays intact.

You yelp into his mouth, pulling away with wide eyes, “Okay so maybe it wasn’t the goodest, but you’re also really good at kissing.”

Frankie can’t argue with that, not when you’re boosting his ego and looking so cute doing it. His mouth is pursed in disapproval though it twitches as he tries to hold in his laugh. He helps you up carefully, then bends to grab his mug off the ground which is full. Lifting you so that your feet won’t get any more wet than they are, he sits you down once he gets you to the chair in the corner of his room.

“Sit down, and here,” He hands you the mug and immediately cups his hands around yours. “Tight grip, please,” He teases.

The grin that spreads across your face is so wide it makes your cheeks hurt, “It’s tight, I swear.”

“I’ll strip the bed, and when I get back I’ll get you set up for a shower. Do you still want to get breakfast?”

“I’d love to.”

He bends, resting his hands on the arms of the chair to cage you in as he kisses you, soft and sweet, “I love you.”

You smile into the kiss, “I love you, too.”

“Insufferable! Nauseating!” Santi yells through the door, making you jump.

You and Frankie share a look, though you’re already giggling.

“Go away!” You and Frankie yell in unison through hushed laughter.

frankie morales taglist: @honeybrowne, @jazzelsaur, @lesbianhotch, @mccn-bcys, @angstyvirgin001, @jxvipike // and a few who seemed interested on my post about this fic: @jettia, @soft-persephone, @howaboutcastiel, @marvelcriminalhoe, @love-the-abyss, @mikaylabtzk

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales #santi garcia #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales smut #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fic #not sfw #arson writes randos

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Back to the NPMD x Monster High AU, a couple more things:

I would like to rescind my Werecat Brenda in favor of Nighthawk Harpy Brenda. Yes, I know I made Kyle a werewolf to parallel Brenda being a werecat but I also have a better offer for Kyle too: Yeti, which is why he still holds a grudge against Max for wrecking his dad’s ski-doo.

I have so many thoughts on Vampire Grace. She was born a normie and is a recently turned vampire (maybe even a vampire hunter that failed on an outing and was turned by her prey). She’s having trouble coping with her religion now that she’s a monster and constantly wears turtlenecks like the one she wears in Perky’s Buds to cover up her bite marks. She tried still wearing her cross necklace as a show of rejecting this new form, trying to embrace the pain of having the cross so close because she thought that loving Jesus even when she’s a form of half-demon would make herself better than other Christians, but it hurt way too badly for her to handle so now she just says she wears it underneath her sweater. Jason was born a vampire and wants to help her through her dysphoria but Grace won’t accept anyone treating her like she’s a vampire (even though she is). She does like the part about eating flesh and drinking blood- it’s what Jesus says to do with himself, so in a way, she’s making everyone she eats a little more Christ-like. That’s her thought process, at least. She also still pretends to be human around her parents and normie best friend Gabe. Gabe may or may not know that she’s a vampire though and wants to seduce her so she can turn him too.

In High School is Killing Me, the lyric is now changed to “Fuck you, biteology.”

Max’s Jekyll form is human (Max), but his Hyde form looks like his ghost (The Jagerman).

Stachie is soooo canon because Richie loves swimming but as a werecat Stacy refuses to get in the water and they feel like their romance is especially forbidden because of it. If Richie didn’t love the water so much, he’d wish he was a werecat too because he also wants to be a pretty little kitty meow meow

Ethan, Lex, and Hannah also went there obviously and Ethan was a ghost á la Jonny Spirit and Lex and Hannah are both spider people. You know tf why lol

Ruth is a lot like Frankie Stein in that she flirts with a lot of people but they Do. Not. Flirt. Back. Rather than solid stripes, her sweater looks more like lightning bolts and the mushroom design is a little creepier than just an Amanita.

A lot of the smoke club are also nighthawk harpies (because they like eating the weed) (including Deb) and so a lot of people assume Brenda is also in the smoke club. She isn’t. Monster high typical speciesism mixed with Hatchetfield High typical bullying regardless of social hierarchy.

The Woodwards are flytraps and that’s why Alice doesn’t smoke- plants don’t do that to other plants. This is often a point of contention between Deb and Alice even though they try to pretend it isn’t an issue

Steph’s secretly embarrassed about her decay so she always makes sure her wraps are FRESH, but the rest of her outfit is always her jagged hand-cut crop tops and ripped jeans. Her decay spread to her scalp and forehead and everyone knows better than to say something about the wraps on her forehead or how she always wears a beanie but Pete accidentally tells her he thinks it makes her look even cooler. Swooning ensues because nobody dares address her flaws, much less say she’s cooler for having them.

Steph secretly wishes Pete had a corporeal form because her love language is physical touch and she’s sad she’ll never be able to hold him. (Kind of like how Cleo is sad she’ll never get to look Deuce in the eyes).

Sophia/Spitfire as a background character fire elemental is a MUST.

The janitor is a crazy man who lives in the catacombs under the school and is possessed by what the student body can only assume is a goat demon and Peter Geist feels weirdly like he knows him.

Rosary as Claire Rosary as Claire Rosary as Claire-

Pete has also died recently as one of The Jagerman’s attacks when he was out of control, and he’s new to the school along with Grace. He’s stuck in this dorky outfit he wore so he wouldn’t get bullied and can never change clothes, but at least he’s impossible to punch unless if another spirit tried to attack him. As opposed to Grace in life, he was very interested in the supernatural (one of his special interests) so he knows quite a bit about monster types but is always hungry to learn more about the new world he found himself un-living in

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Strawhats as demigods (PJO ver.)

Jinbe: he would totally be roman cause he's more organised and calm. at first i thought he would be an amazing child of Poseidon, but then i realised that he's a fighter but also he's morally correct, so i think he would be a child of Bellona. yes, he's calm like Poseidon, so i think he would have his blessing just like Frank Zhang. In the end, Jinbe would be a child of Bellona, legion 1.

Brook: due to his connection to music i think it is really obvious which god would be his parent, still i kinda want to elaborate a little. he loooves music, he even fights with some instruments! he uses music as a weapon just like Apollo/Lester, but also he lives for the music. So, it's easy to say that Brook is a child of Apollo, cabin 7.

Franky: this one is easy due to Frank's ability to create, he's a carpenter, an engineer, a mechanic... he creates amazing things and it takes him little to no time. he's into technology (this even leads him to modifying his own body) and he repairs things. he even breathes fire! and if you tell me that's not a Hephaestus' child thing, you're wrong. So Franky is a child of Hephaestus, cabin 9.

Chopper: he's a ray of sunshine, of course, and his main ability/function is not fighting even when he's really good at it; he's a healer, someone who worries too much about everyone else's well being because he's a doctor. and even when he's good at one on one fights and does not rely on long distance weapons like bow and arrows as many kids of Apollo, he's got other traits that relate to him. and that's why i think Chopper would be a child of Apollo, cabin 7.

Robin: i wasn't sure if i should let her epithet influence my decision but i'm weak and so i let myself love "the devil child". i was thinking that because she's an archaeologist she must be Athena's kid, but... do you know who else would be super interested in the past and finding skeletons and wouldn't be scared of spiders (like Black Maria)? that's right, a child of Hades. she's gloomy, has a dark humor and is always saying macabre things, but she also has the trauma just as Nico and Hazel; she's surrounded by darkness and death, but she chooses to live thanks to friendship, and she even accepts her most terrifying and demonic look for the sake of those who she loves the most. So, Robin would be a daughter of Hades, cabin 13.

Usopp: look, he reminds me a lot of Leo Valdez not only for his silly personality, but because of his interest in crafts and creating various gadgets. Hephaestus' kids are not always the best fighters, so they compensate with creating things they could use in fights and they usually are very clever at doing so, and Usopp is just that type of guy. also, he likes to create things to help his friends just like Franky. That makes Usopp a child of Hephaestus, cabin 9.

Sanji: this one's a little tricky cause he has a lot of traits that makes him a child of Aphrodite (he's french according to Oda, a lover boy and chef, and that screams Aphrodite), but i choose to focus on other things. he hates his biological father, whose a king, and he can skywalk... do you remember who also does both of those things? right! Jason Grace. he's caring, he's blonde, he's kind, he's really tidy so he must be roman. yes, he lights his foot on blue fire, but my main proof is that he didn't die when Enel shot him with a lightning bolt. that's what makes Sanji a child of Jupiter, legion 5.

Nami: i was also debating on this one cause i feel three gods would be a perfect fit for her, but i will explain my choice. even if she's really beautiful like a child of Aphrodite, i think that's not the main point to her character; same goes to her being a child of Zeus, cause even when she can control the weather, it is due to the weapon she uses. so, the other characteristics we have about her is that she's not only clever but cunning, she's good at improvising when in need and she always achieves what she wants cause she's a really clever liar; and, of course, she's a great thief and a pretty good negotiator. All those things make Nami a daughter of Hermes, cabin 11.

Zoro: he's not only obsessed with being strong just for the sake of it, but because he feels like strength will give him control over things he doesn't have control such as "destiny". he uses his strength to protect those who he loves (that's what i mean by saying to have control over things: to protect and avoid having to experience the loss of someone important to him again). he's aggressive, yes, but he's also caring in his weird cold way, and if that's not screaming Clarisse La Rue, i don't know what it is. also, even if he's a mess and has a tendency to get lost, i think he's really devoted to being a swordsman and so he's really disciplined, and that makes Zoro a child of Mars, legion 5 (cause he's part of the worst generation).

Luffy: okay, yes... he technically is the sun god, but lemme tell you that i think it would be kinda like a blessing, not from Apollo, but from Zeus. Luffy's kind, but he also has a sense of justice and freedom, and he has saved a lot of people because of that sense of right and wrong even when he's not a hero because he also does questionable things and i think he would be a child of Nemesis, cause of course she would've loved a revolutionary like Dragon. so i think that after all that happened in Onigashima, Luffy would have won the Olympians favor and so Zeus' blessing, and that's how i would justify him being a minor god of the sun and king of pirates. and so, Luffy is a child of Nemesis, cabin 16.

Bonus:

Law: i kinda want to say that he's a child of Apollo cause it would be so funny, but no... he's gloomy, scary, has a dark humor, is surrounded by death (his epithet is "the surgeon of death"!) and has a tragic backstory, that's why Law is a child of Hades, cabin 13.

Vivi: she has a really great sense of good and bad, she's caring and has a strong sense of justice. she's great with animals and uses short-range and long-range weapons. she's also a fighter, and is linked with social movements, so i think Vivi would be a daughter of Nemesis, cabin 16, but also an Artemis hunter.

Ace: just because he hates his biological father and is technically the prince of pirates, he's strong, has this complex self-esteem and even has the physical characteristics that Thalia is described with, i think Ace would fit as a child of Zeus, cabin 1, and of course he would hate him.

Sabo: his father is a king and he fucking hates him, he's a revolutionary and gives steam punk Thalia Grace vives. he would be roman because he's blonde (like Jason) and he's part of an army. Sabo would totally be a child of Jupiter, legion 1, and he would hate him a lot just like everyone else.

#one piece #percy jackon and the olympians #portgas d ace #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #one piece usopp #one piece nami #tony tony chopper #nico robin #franky one piece #soul king brook #one piece jinbe #straw hat pirates #strawhats as demigods #nefertari vivi

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poppyfamily · 3 months

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LOOK I CARE ABOUT THE GRACE & FRANKIE AU alright i need to sleep. 🩷 feel free to infodump

GOD BLESS THANKS FOR PASSING BY AND I HOPE U SLEEP WELL

anyway basic g&f premise

chanse and angela married for years. shayne and amanda married for years. until shayne and chanse leave their wives for each other. angela and amanda start to live together and shenanigans ensue.

chanse and shayne have a long-term yearning thing that's been going on.

amangela have an enemies to lovers thing.

shayne leaving amanda has the same energy as shayne rejecting courtney in the love is blind video. amanda's reaction to that - think about the fnaf 2 video when she rants about shayne just leaving her.

chanse and angela have a companionship kinda vibe marriage and like lowkey angela is not really surprised when it happens. kinda hurts but she's got a lot going on for her (chanse and angela in the same community theater production bc that's how they are)

chanse and shayne still love their wives...just not like to the full extent they love each other. amanda has more angst than angela about the whole thing but they find healing in each other.

i don't really wanna tie them to the og characters but if i HAD TO chanse and angela are frankie and sol, shayne and amanda are grace and robert.

idk about kids yet or if i should cast smosh people in it in my brain but arasha as brianna would be hilarious.

honestly imagined this like a sketch, or something similar bc amanda and angela playing old women is 10/10 to me. we'll never get that so this just lives in my head and here on tumblr dot com now i guess.

but u want married with 8 kids (and grandkids) amangela? try this unconventional family.

#things in my drafts that are now public i guess #amangela #shaynse #shaymanda #changela #asks #flickertheory #au #i said that #fic*

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lulutaylorsimaginarium · 7 months

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The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words:1740

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

THE CHAIN MASTERLIST

Part Eight

They had been back at the farm for two hours and there was still no sign of them.

It was close to midnight, and she was starting to get worried. She went out to the front porch and sat on the front step, like that was going to make them show up quicker.

The glamour was now gone. Her hair tied up on top of her head. In a tank and jeans, wrapped in one of Sebastian’s cardigans, the one that she always made fun of him for. His old man cardigan. It smelt like him and that was all she cared about right now.

She knew it was stupid to just sit here and wait for them. It was only going to make her worry more as the seconds ticked by, but there wasn’t any other place that she wanted to be.

She had no idea how long she had been out there when she heard the front swing open and the springs of the door creek when it shut itself with a swing.

“Hey, if you’re going to be out here. You might as well have this”

She looked up and gratefully took the cup of tea out of Santiago’s hand as he sat beside her on the step.

“They should be here by now”

“They may have gotten caught up”

“But with who?”

“Listen, the gunshots were not Rojas”

“How do we know?”

“If it was Rojas and he was on to us. We wouldn’t be here”

“Geez, that’s comforting” she chuckled

“It was probably a drug deal or a mugging that went wrong. They will be here”

“I can’t believe I left them like that”

“That’s the way they would want it. Gabriela” he told her strongly “Will, included”

“That’s beside the point” she sighed “They would never have left me”

He chuckled sweetly before she looked over at him confused. She had never heard him laugh before

“Those rules are a little different with you”

“Why?”

“Because it’s you”

“That doesn’t make sense”

“To you maybe”

“Don’t be a jerk”

“I’m not” he laughed

“I think we need to keep moving. As much as I hate to say it”

“Means we’ll be in the jungle a lot longer”

“You sayin’ I can’t handle it?” she teased

“Gabriela, you know why I’m concerned”

“I’ll be fine, Santiago”

He looked over at her surprised. She had never once called him that, in all the years that they had known one another.

He spotted headlights up the dirt road and nodded his head in that direction. She looked over and sighed in relief. He didn’t even think that she realized that she done it. He left her and went back into the house without saying another word.

She didn’t say anything neither, when they parked the car and climbed the stairs. They wouldn’t admit to it but it was nice having someone waiting for them on the front porch.

Will walked up first. She mouthed ‘thank you’ before he smiled and winked at her. Frankie walked up the stairs, kissed her on top of her head and kept walking. Sebastian however, sat beside her.

“The cops caught up with us”

“They what?”

“About the club” he chuckled sweetly “We told them we were there but didn’t see anything. We just got out of there”

“Did they buy it?”

“Helped that I told them I was with a bunch of tourists” he teased

“Shut up” She bumped his shoulder playfully

“It worked”

“We’re going to get out of your hair”

“No”

“Yes”

“Gab”

“We have to keep moving”

“Listen, you got them a plane. Frankie is a pilot. Give them the address of the cabin and you. Luna, you stay here”

She gently took his face in her hands and shook her head

“You know I can’t do that”

“You’re going into a jungle. You”

“I’m going to fine, Baby. I’m fine”

“Just because you have pushed it down. Doesn’t mean you have dealt with it”

“It’s a few days surrounded by a bunch of men I trust. Its completely different. It’s all going to be fine”

He leant over kiss the tip of her nose. Sebastian didn’t tell her know that she had a nightmare the night before.

She was still dreaming about it.

She sat on the edge on Sebastian’s bed repacking her backpack. She was nervous, not that she would ever admit to that. Everybody had been quiet. Either getting their game face on or getting their minds ready. She wished she had that skill, but she didn’t. She knew this was going to suck. Getting back in their newly stolen car, at least it was only one this one. There was five of them, no reason to take anything more than they needed.

Suddenly something banged on the floor. There was a very well-worn pair of hiking boots at her feet. She smiled up at him.

“They are better than the girly shoes you have on right now”

“They’re not girly. They are ballet flats, and I didn’t know I was going hiking”

“I’m just glad I kept them”

“You kept all my stuff. You need to make room for yourself, it’s your house”

“Or you could just stay” he told her quietly

“Baby”

“There is no need for you not too.”

“You know I can’t do that”

“I know” he sighed sitting next to her “I had to try”

“Any other time I would say yes in a heartbeat”

“You know how I feel, right?”

“I do and I feel the same way, with my whole heart. I’m going to come back once I get them all out of this. I’m going to quit my job and come back here and we can figure out the rest”

“Just get through the next few days and call me once that plane lands in Canada”

He got down on the floor and put the boots on her feet and tied the laces, maybe a little too aggressively but she knew it wasn’t aimed at her. It was concern rather than anger

“I promise” she said softly

“I swear if this wasn’t for Frankie being here. I’d lock you in that damn barn”

“If it wasn’t Frankie, I wouldn’t be here at all”

He gently placed her feet back on the floor before offering his hand and pulling her off the bed, wrapping his arms around her tight

“If Gunner touches a hair on your head get all four guys to break his hands”

“Please with those guys. They would fly him over a chasm and drop him down” she joked “I’ll be fine”

There was a small knock on the doorframe. They both spun around and smiled at Benny

“Do you want me to take your bag?”

“Thanks Benny” she said reaching over handing her bag to him and not quiet letting go of Sebastian “I’ll be down in a few minutes”

Benny made his way downstairs and outside to the guys and the car. Santiago was looking annoyed more and more as the seconds ticked by.

“She’ll be here in a minute”

“We’re going to lose the light”

“It’s eight in the morning, Pope” Frankie told him quietly

“Doesn’t make it less true”

“Five minutes, man”

He didn’t say anything, but he hopped into the driver’s seat and fought the urge to press the horn. Instead, he took a deep breath and calmed his heartbeat. Once they were on the road, he was going to feel a whole lot better. At least that’s what he told himself

The trekked through thick jungle it had rained just before they had gotten there, it was both a good and a bad thing, but it was still better then being in a car driving anymore than they already had over the past week.

They always placed her between them. Two in front and two behind. She wondered if they even realized that they did it. Had they been in the job so long that it was second nature.

Frankie watched her as she walked behind Benny.

Suddenly she felt Frankie hold her hand before she looked up at him surprised

“You’ve been quiet today”

“Haven’t meant to be. Sorry”

“No, its fine”

“I’m okay, Frank” she chuckled sweetly “I promise”

“I think we better stop before we lose the light” Will called out

They didn’t really say much to each other after that. She guessed there was no need too.

She sat on her sleeping bag and planned to use her pack back as a pillow. She reached for her pack of cigarettes but before she had even lit up. Santiago took the packet out of her hand and threw it straight into the dense jungle. She stared in the same direction, wide eyed and mouth gaping

“What the fuck!”

“What happens if you spark a fire just cos you need a fix?”

“We’re all saved from your tomfoolery” she answered

“Tomfoolery? What is this Victorian England?’

“Go find them”

“Not a chance, Princesa”

“Don’t call me that”

“Reina?” he asked raising an eyebrow. She tried to suppress a smile but failed miserably “Yeah, thought you might like that”

Gabby only knew a little Spanish from what she picked up from around the place, but she knew what he had just called her

Queen.

“You’re annoying, Garcia”

“Feeling is mutual, Gabs”

“Maybe we’d all be better off if they just slept together already” Benny said under his breath

“Yep” Frankie answered quickly

Although they knew where they were. They were all looking forward to the time their heads could hit the pillow and all hoped it wouldn’t be a long night.

Thank God, they didn’t have to carry the money with them

She woke up in the pitch-dark hearing the bird calls and the animals scurrying around them. It felt too familiar. The smell of the wet soil and the sound of the trees swaying. Suddenly she wasn’t there anymore. Suddenly it was hotter. The air was thicker, and she was dizzy. She felt sick.

Gabby’s eyes flew open as she shot up in her sleeping bag

She looked around at all the guys sleeping peacefully. She was thankfully that none of them had noticed. The last thing any of them needed was to be worried that she was losing her mind.

She had to remind herself where she actually was and who she was with

#frankie morales #romanticism #santiago garcia #triple frontier #will miller #benny miller #santiago garcia x oc #netflix #ben miller #charlie hunnam #garrett hedlund #pedro pascal #oscar isaac #the chain

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Week in Review | Oct. 8 aka the Week of the Great Gray Sweatpant Revelation

Hi, hope you all are doing well! Another week in the books. When I woke up this morning it was in the high 60’s (F) here in Florida which is basically “grab your sweatshirt” weather for me. I’ve currently got some chili in the slow cooker and I’m channeling all of my fall vibes even though it will be in the 80’s by the afternoon.

Three years ago today we rescued our corgi (for those reading Delta Landscaping, yes I had to throw a corgi into the story because of that). She had a bit of a rough go before us and she still has her moments, but she’s taught me a lot about patience and grace and we have a really special bond. It’s also been so cute to see her bond with my daughter. She was really unsure at first but now they’re super cute together.

I also had quite the Pedro boy week. I started it off with meeting Mando and ended it with Silva and Strange Way of Life (more on that to come).

Fics I read this week:

I have soooo many fics I want to read, and my TBR list is getting out of control. But like, what a great problem to have. I'm continually awed by the passion, creativity, and talent in this fandom.

Frankie Morales

The Pilot and His Girl by @avastrasposts - I can’t believe we’re almost done with this story! I have the lastest chapter on the list to read asap. I’ve loved the ride so far and am so happy to see some of my mutuals on here starting to read it too!

Delta Palms Tropical Resort by @linzels-blog - Loved some Frankie in this latest chapter. Such a competent pilot … sigh ….

Joel Miller

Butter @fuckyeahdindjarin - Sweet, fluffy Joel + a baker. This was a really cute read.

Javier Peña

Every Inch by @javierpena-inatacvest It’s in the It's Never Too Late universe. Javi is as sweet as ever with Osita and is such a supportive partner. (Warning, there’s a reference to green shirt Javi and I about passed out). 😉

Playball by @morallyinept - Gifs are my love language and how I express myself best, so a little drabble inspired by gifs (and Javi gifs at that) had me sold!

Paranoid Heat by @goodwithcheese - I already know I’m going to be obsessed with this. It was a great opening chapter and I’m so hooked. Megan, please don't tell me there are any landscapers in this fic. I don't need another spin off 😂

Marcus Pike

Headshots - Chapter 2 by @secretelephanttattoo - I loved getting a continuation of the story between Marcus and an FBI photographer. Marcus is equal parts menace and sweet, fluffy, great boyfriend.

Dieter Bravo

Destiny & Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings Continues to deliver. This is just such a good fic and I love all of the behind-the-scenes and extras we get for more insight.

Unwind by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin - This was so cute … you already know I love a fluffy Dieter.

Kinktober and Other Prompts

This is my first time experiencing Kinktober, so I’ve been glued to @absurdthirst feed for new stories.

My girl @trulybetty also has some great little stories as part of her Autumnal Offerings series. I’ve really enjoyed getting some glimpses at other stories in her universe that I have on my TBR list!

@secretelephanttattoo has some really fun fics dropping like Sofa, so good (Frankie), Stargazing (Frankie), and Kiss Me Quick (Dieter).

Benny Miller / Garret Hedlund

It’s been a while since I had a Benny fic, but @musings-of-a-rose remedied that in spades with The One. It follows Benny and OFC Lily, who just so happens to be Frankie’s 21-year-old daughter. These age gap/dbf stories can be tricky sometimes, but I really thought this one was handled so well. And Benny was sensitive, sweet, funny, and hot.

Posts from this week:

I hit a big (for me) milestone on here this week and invited some asks and I was not disappointed. I had so much fun with these so if you ever have something, please send me one! To anyone who sent me one this week, I’m thinking up some asks to send your way in return! 😉 I’m not sure if this link will work, but here’s all of the asks I received!

Feral corner:

Gray Sweatpants Update - I am still recovering from the revelation that Young Joel is wearing gray sweatpants in the first episode of TLOU. *deep breaths* Like honestly, the rest of the week aws a blur after that.

You know, I love having friends in all corners of the globe, but sometimes I miss things when I’m asleep. Case in point, this post about … hands. Woof, it was quite the way to start my Sunday.

Things I watched:

I finally saw SWOL and loved every minute of it (although it was over too soon!). I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get back out to the theater for a viewing, but I’m going to get a free trial of Mubi when it comes to streaming so I can see it again. I’m also on the hunt for the Q&A that some saw following their showing so I can get some more insight.

Garrett Hedlund headlined two things I watched this week. I finished Mosaic, which was good. I love mysteries and thrillers. Interesting tidbit about that show: when it first came out, it was released on an app where (as I understand it) you could watch things in any order…like a Mosaic 😉 When it was put on HBO Max it transitioned to a linear format. It was good, but part of me wishes I could have chosen the path for the narrative because I love a choose-your-own-adventure story!

I also watched Desperation Road. It's set in rural Mississippi and is a series of interconnected stories. Some of the subject matter is hard and a bit triggering, but Garrett delivers an absolutely beautiful performance. Seriously, between him and Pedro…they have such expressive eyes.

Things I'm excited for:

Later this week Mr. Rhoorl and I are celebrating our wedding anniversary. We are doing a behind-the-scenes tour at Universal for three of the Halloween Horror Nights houses and TLOU is one of the houses we are going through! I am so excited and will take as many photos as I can. I’ve been really leaning into the Halloween vibes this year so I will be writing something special later on this month to celebrate the spooky season.

Fic updates:

I got chapters out this week for both fics. I may be a little delayed getting the next installments out, but we'll see!

Thanks as always for reading my ramblings, I hope you have an awesome week!

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

#rhoorl week in review #pedro pascal fanfic #dieter bravo x reader #frankie morales fanfiction

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i've been thinking about how weird it is that sometimes your favorite pairings go exactly how you expect them to go and sometimes they just don't at all. specifically, in the context of crowley/aziraphale and ted/rebecca. i feel like in both cases, i was really paying attention to the details and nuances and seeming symbolism around the relationship for years. and in season two of good omens, the text itself seemed to absolutely completely vibe with everything we'd noticed as a fandom about season one, and make a logical progression from there that was really in line with what felt true about the pairing in s1. like, you could really tell the show was also extremely aware of all the small moments that the fandom had picked up on. whereas in season three of ted lasso, obviously, the show wound up just not seeming very interested at all in all the stuff i'd thought was an argument being made for why ted and rebecca belonged together. (in earlier seasons, but also even within season three!!! green matchbook what????) i pick out these two examples because, well, they just happened on my tv in front of my face recently, and because i think both had a lot of symbolism and a lot of underlying 'see, THIS is why they're meant to be together!' details. but the payoff could not have been more different!

it's just so weird how sometimes it goes exactly like you expected, like it's proven that you were in fact vibing exactly right with the text, and other times it's just like, "nope, mate, YOU'RE WRONG."

#another example of this where i think it really paid off was grace and frankie #i'm still not over the nick of the show having the exact same fate as the infinite nicks in fanfictions #idk it's just so odd how sometimes it happens and sometimes they're like NOPE! SUCKERRRRRRR!#i still maintain that they had to abandon a lot of subtext in a weird way with ted/rebecca #dollsome's deep thoughts #ted x rebecca #good omens spoilers #good omens #the weirdest thing to me about ted/rebecca still is that they just abandoned biscuits with the boss.#having no last acknowledgment of biscuits with the boss will forever be weird as hell to me #but i guess that also ties into how i thought BWTB was very significant in terms of them being an ideal romantic fit #and they weren't i guess! so!!!!!!! might as well throw it aside!!!!!!!#i'm still very confused about almost everything that happened in season three of television program ted lasso

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20 questions for writers

Thanks for the tag @capybaraonabicycle, this was really fun!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

24!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

116,345

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly Doctor Who, but I write for a lot of fandoms :

Doctor Who (8) Engrenages (2) One Day at a Time (2) Kaamelott (2) ER (2) Stranger Things (2) The Wheel of Time (1) The Marvelous Mrs Maisel (1) Grace and Frankie (1) (this one is a crossover tho) Spellslinger (1) Big Little Lies (1) Les combattantes (1) Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (1) (also a crossover) HPI (1) (the counterpart to the G&F crossover)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My extended fam : a multi-companion DW story that focuses on the companions staying on Earth and how they all deal with alien invasions and other wibbly-wobbly stuffs when the Doctor isn't around.

Ways to Heal : my current work in progress ! It's set after season 13 and deals with the aftermath of it, and more generally with all the various traumas all the companions have suffered while and after travelling with the Doctor.

Who am I if I don't have what it takes : a Stranger Things one-shot dealing with El's trauma and especially her trauma after season 4 and what happened to Max.

Night conversation : a One Day at a Time one-shot dealing with Elena's reaction to her father not accepting her sexuality.

Day two : You. Me. Handcuffs : a very short one-shot I wrote for a DW fanfic challenge. It's about Donna and the Doctor, and River.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always !! Sometimes it's quite short, or late, or in private but I always try to answer, because I love to have conversations about what I write and what it means to people <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I honestly don't know tbh, because I'm very much a hurt/comfort kind of girl, and I always try to end on, at least, a hopeful note.

That being said, it's definitely Misunderstood! it's probably the only full-angst fic I've ever written but I was in my feels after WOT 207 and I wrote it through my tears (literally) 😭I think my no beta tag sums up pretty well my feelings 😬

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think it's probably Remonter la pente. I'm still quite proud of this story, it's 6 chapters of healing and talking and processing traumas and I ended it on quite a high note, so yeah, I really like it!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, never! I sometimes have people who comment what part of the story or characterisation they don't really agree on but it's always nice and more conversational than anything ☺

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, and I cringe at the mere thought of it ^^

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do and I love it ! That's actually how I started to write fanfictions, and my first ever posted fanfiction was a DW and CAOS fanfiction.

I don't know what counts as a "crazy" crossover but the most unexpected must be Waiting on a miracle! It took a lot of liberties and interpretations on my part to imagine a situation where Morgane from HPI and Grace from Grace & Frankie could meet but I like what I came up with and it was really fun to write.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so either!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! I've wanted to, and sometimes I started planning it with friends but it never went further than that because *gestures at life in general*

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Well, I think it's the Doctor and River! They're certainly the ones I've written the most for ^^ Then they're followed by the Ponds, Guenièvre and Arthur from Kaamelott and Joyce and Hopper from Stranger Things. But tbh, I don't write that many "shippy" fanfics? I write a loooot of found family stuffs so ships aren't what I focus on the most, or at least, I focus on them more as a part of (found) family dynamics, you know?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Well, I don't have that many unfinished posted wips, I tend to not post my unfinished works, or not to post until I'm sure I'm committed to finish it. I guess I'd like to add chapters and one-shots to The path of funny stories because we greatly lack fanfictions for the Spellslinger series but it's quite hard for me to write fanfictions for books, so I don't know if I'll ever get around to it ^^

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think dialogues and chracterisation? That's what I get complimented the most for in the comments at least! I also know I write stories with a big cast quite well, or so I've been told ^^ Which tracks, because dialogues, characterisation and interactions between people is what I like writing the most, and what I pay the most attention to!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions!! It's directly correlated to my love of writing dialogues but I know I'm not very good and I struggle a lot with establishing scenes, descrbing the surroundings and what the characters are doing besides just talking. I try to pay attention to it and to work on my description and tone skills but I doesn't come as easy.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's hard!! I've only ever done it for my One Day at a Time fanfics but, besides my lack of confidence in Spanish at the time, I find it really hard to make it feel natural and to make the scene flow when switching between languages.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Chilling adventures of Sabrina !

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

That's haaaaard! How am I supposed to choose between my babies like that?

I have a soft spot for My Extended Fam because it was my longest fanfic for a while, and I absolutely adored writing it. I grew a lot as a writer while writing it and it's still one of my most beloved fanfic, which makes me really happy and proud.

Remonter la pente is also one of my favourite, because I think it's one of the first fanfic for which I really felt like a part of a fandom community and like I truly shared the stories with people, especially thanks to @moon-arts02- who wonderfully illustrated every chapter 🥰🥰🥰🥰

I'll tag some of my writer mutuals but absolutely 0 pressures, this was just a lot of fun to do, and I loved the retrospective it made me do through my writing :

@bourbon-ontherocks, @hemerae-ramblings, @everybodyknows-everybodydies, @bwayfan25, @thehappyegg, @saecookie, @imdefyingmavity, @cecret-with-a-c

#that was so fun to do!!#writing #tag game #capybaraonabicycle #pia's oversharing

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Do you have any pets? If yes, can we see pictures? If no, what kind of pet do you want, if any, and what would you name them?

Also, what are your top 5: Books by other people, songs, movies, and tv shows?

Also, what's the most important or best piece of feedback you've ever gotten on your writing? The one that's stuck with you the most. (From tumblr, an ARC review, a publisher, a friend, your partner, anything!)

(I know that's a lot. Feel free to skip some of that if you don't wanna answer it all.)

Congrats on publishing dgdss!!! I'm thrilled to have followed you for as long as I have (a year-ish??), and I can't wait to continue to follow your publishing adventures! (also, thanks for the commission of my boy Rook, ages ago! <3)

~ Morri (@memento-morri-writes)

ahh hello @memento-morri-writes!

i do have a pet! (technically, she's not Mine per se, but she lives in my house and shreds my furniture, so i take tax where it feels appropriate. here she is in all her slutty, slutty glory

TOP FIVES (CURRENTLY):

BOOKS:

THE DREAM THIEVES - maggie stiefvater

IF WE WERE VILLAINS - m.l. rio

SIX OF CROWS/CROOKED KINGDOM - leigh bardugo

BELOVED - toni morrison

EVERYONE IN MY FAMILY HAS KILLED SOMONE - benjamin stevenson

SONGS:

CAN I CALL YOU TONIGHT - dayglow

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS - ayokay (ft nightly)

HOPE THEY LOVE YOU - wingtip

WITH YOU - dotan

EYES WIDE - alfie jukes (yes it came out yesterday nobody talk to me)

i'm not a huge screen media viewer so this is just a collection of movies and shows i've seen and enjoyed semi-recently

MOVIES:

STARDUST (this gets a permanent #1 spot though)

A SIMPLE FAVOR

GLASS ONION (KNIVES OUT)

JULIE & JULIA

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

TV/(ACTUAL PLAY) SHOWS:

THE GOOD PLACE (this also gets a permanent #1 spot)

DIMENSION 20 FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR (so far)

GRACE AND FRANKIE

THE WOMAN IN THE HOUSE ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE GIRL IN THE WINDOW

LUPIN

as for advice i've gotten, i think the most impactful advice i've ever gotten actually came from my agent. after the edits for DGDSS i'd really let that feedback impact my writing in a way that was not helpful. in initial edits for dead girls, my prose was stripped of anything descriptive and reduced basically to plot beats and stock actions. i still have some screenshots of what happened to my prologue before i realized nobody was advocating for me and that i'd have to do it myself - PM me if you want to see those.

anyway, i edited my second novel (the one we have on sub right now) to match the general direction i'd gotten during edits, handed it in to my agent, and she went heyyyyyy bestie this is bad. and she was actually very correct. and i realized i was going to have to re-configure my voice and find the space felt like mine in prose. and i do believe i've done that now, and i would have just continued on sulking and writing stilted, awkward prose indefinitely if she hadn't given me the little kick in the butt.

anyway, thank you morri! i'm so glad you're here, and i can't wait to tell you all about the next exciting thing (very soon). :)

#asks #alex ritany AMA #hee hee sorry this took me a second to get to bc she's a chonker and i LOVE it #alex talks

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i’ve realized what a good litmus test is for the quality of a branch of monster high media: HOW WELL IS CLEO WRITTEN? her character’s writing is a great litmus test for the rest of the writing.

g1 diaries - give cleo the most nuance, is one of the most well-beloved mh canon sources that has super fun worldbuilding, character development, and lore not seen in the animated stuff

g1 webisodes - cleo starts off pretty shallow in s1 (the worst season) but she’s more fleshed out by the time season 2 comes around. another well-done series that is fun to watch

g1 movies - cleo’s 2nd most sympathetic portrayal that has some of her best character moments of all time. these are the Classics of mh. these are the big guns.

g1 ghoulfriends books - cleo is very one-note. not a huge fan of this cleo because im 100% certain the author has a deuchelle agenda. all this cleo does is scream and complain about things. but the books are pretty simple overall. a few interesting things happen but they’re easily skippable if you’re not a completionist

g1 lisi harrison books - the 2nd worst cleo. has her moments of depth but it’s all for naught when she is just straight-up cruel to people she cares about. reflects how the rest of the series has so many moments that COULD be something better but it’s overall just a bad, BAD series for innumerable reasons.

g2 movies - the #1 most sympathetic portrayal. she’s really not that mean she’s just kinda impatient. very enthusiastic. reflects how g2 was less edgy overall but still had lots of heart. iEnjoy

g2 ghoul squad - cleo’s fun but kinda bland. same as the series. nothing to report on either of them

g3 live action - the #1 worst cleo. whitewashed and not written with a single ounce of nuance. not even deuce wants to talk to her. frustrating on all accounts. both her and the movie itself have one saving grace. cleo’s is her pajamas with the scarab brooch, and the movie’s is Frankie’s Existence

g3 nick show - the kookiest cleo yet. love that for her. she’s got the most monstery traits/abilities out of all the cleos, showing how mh is branching out of its normal comfort zone to make something fun. give her some convos with deuce and this might be A Favorite Cleo for me. i’m liking the show a lot too, it’s fun!

g1/g3?? haunt couture diaries - this is a cleo written by someone who has taken 1 feminism class in their entire life and didn’t do any prior research before writing these stupid things. hollow and doesn’t match g3 canon, but also falls out of line with g1, where i think it’s supposed to be. stop giving cleo (and monster high in general) to people who can’t write beyond a “tween drama movie aimed at 12 year olds who think they’re outgrowing dcoms” level

#monster high #cleo de nile #deadcanons #monster high 2022

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag, @tunemyart!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

162

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

695,994

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Ted Lasso is the only fandom I'm actively writing in right now. In the past I've also written for Grace and Frankie and The Devil Wears Prada (DWP) as an actual active member of the fandom. I've also dabbled in Doubt, a specific National Theatre production of Twelfth Night, Dead To Me, Killing Eve, 9 to 5 (film), Supergirl, and Carol.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Even now, all five are DWP Miranda/Andy fics. That is wild.

Clean Rooms and Dirty Light

Lightyear

Twenty Questions

Ice Water

Calibrated

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I think I've replied to nearly every comment I've received. I really, really appreciate comments no matter how quick or detailed they are and while I don't think writers have an obligation to respond to anything they don't want to, I always love hearing back from writers when I comment on their fic. Receiving a fic comment feels like an incredible opportunity to thank someone for reading and chat about the story. One of my favorite things about fandom is the interactive component; when I publish something in a lit mag, I might hear from a few people about it, but when I publish fic there's a built-in audience/community and I do not take that for granted.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Maybe "Millimeters" (Grace/Frankie), in which Grace ends the story pining for Frankie, who is in a relationship with someone else? But even that story doesn't actually have an angsty ending; by the time I published it, I was already in the process of publishing a multi-chapter fic that was the third and final part of the series and that has a very happy ending.

No matter how much angst I put characters through in fic, I am pretty committed to endings that have some degree of hope and at least the possibility of joy!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I could answer with so many fics, but I'll go with "The Adventure" (Ted/Rebecca) because its ending is explicitly about Rebecca appreciating her life, sharing this appreciation with Ted, and feeling happy about her immediate future.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

If I have, I've blocked it out. I often put a note on my fics saying I am open to constructive criticism, and while I occasionally get criticism/questions/requests for additional tagging/etc. (all of which I welcome!), I've never gotten a properly hateful comment.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Absolutely! The sex I write tends to be relatively feelings-y, but that doesn't mean it isn't smutty! I absolutely love writing sex and a significant portion of my stories contain some kind of explicit content. I'm not totally sure what "what kind" means but by this point I've written solo sex, couple sex, and group sex in a variety of queer and hetero contexts. I've written more femslash sex than anything else, but I love writing it all!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have tried but never successfully published any. I was really trying to make a DWP + Grace and Frankie crossover work for a long time but it just isn't the way my brain operates. I did write a story about Grace and Frankie watching Killing Eve with their ex husbands, though! :D

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not word-for-word/reposted, but I've had significant passages and concepts from fic plagiarized. It annoyed me.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet but some may be in the works?! I've had lots of fic podficced before, and while all the podfics are in the same language, they still feel in some ways like a delightful act of translation.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! The Ted Lasso Ted/Beard podfic @boglady, @podklb, and @rockinhamburger "Just Missed You," which we created for @pod-together.

I've also collaborated more loosely on a couple fics, like the Ted/Rebecca fic "Rebecca Welton, 2021" (@boglady wrote the first chapter and gave me permission to write chapter two and @diane-lockharts permission to write chapter three) and the Beard/Ted + pre-Beard/Rebecca/Ted fic "Before and After" (@theodore-lasso wrote the first chapter and gave me permission to write a chapter two).

I might be forgetting something older, but those are the ones that come to mind.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Impossible question! When I'm fixated on something it's my most favorite thing forever in a way that sort of limits my ability to think broadly and actually answer the question. So it FEELS like my answer is a tie between Ted/Rebecca and Ted/Rebecca/Keeley/Roy and Beard/Rebecca/Ted and any Ted/soulmate situation and that might actually be accurate because I can't recall my brain deep-diving into character quite like this before. But also, Miranda/Andy?! To have started writing about them in 2008 and to still read them sometimes and to have beta-read stories about within the last few months...that's some wild staying power, man.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oof, I've had a couple barely-started AU ideas for Ted Lasso that I am just 100% sure I'll never have the energy to write. Everything else, never say never! Either I don't want to finish and won't or I want to finish and might!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Detail, I think? I really love thinking about super-specific sensory experiences and exactly how a character would feel and respond, and trying to carve "meaning" from the ordinary little details that stack up to form life.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I sometimes struggle with blocking and describing movements. I also struggle a lot with conveying big feeling transitions. For instance, I might be able to write yearning, and I might be able to write that same character in a reciprocal relationship with the person they once yearned for, but that moment when things change can be really hard to write.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

As long as it's in-character, yeah! I don't think I've really had cause to do this. The closest thing recently might be Rebecca sending a text message in Dutch. I didn't translate it; translating it wasn't required to understand the meaning of the story, so it was more like a bonus for anyone who cared to translate it.

I don't love it when a character who speaks multiple languages peppers their speech with random well-known-to-English-speaking-audiences words in a non-English language when it feels like the writers is just reminding the reader about this fact about the character. But I love it when it's done in a way that resembles how people actually switch between languages as they speak!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Devil Wears Prada, back in 2008!

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Fic I haven't published yet! Always gotta have aspirations. <3

"Lavender II" (Beard/Rebecca/Ted) is a fic that I worked incredibly hard on and feel proud of because it just ended up being what I wanted and needed it to be, so maybe that's my favorite out of stuff I've actually already written.

tagging in a no-pressure way: anyone who was tagged throughout my answers + @talldecafcappuccino @dollsome-does-tumblr @broadwayfreak5357 @itsagutthing @kittensittin @thesumdancekid @fandomfrolics @waywardted @sapphicscholar @majolination + anyone who sees this and wants to do it (I probably meant to tag you anyway!)

#fic by me #about me #20 questions for fic writers #tunemyart #hot dork club

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