#miller morales mechanic shop

[440mxs-wife]

That Day in the Park

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader. Other Characters: Santiago “Pope” García, Will Miller, Benny Miller, Isabella Morales, Mollie, Hannah and Elena (OFC’s), Dalton (OMC mentioned)

Word Count: 6521

Warnings: Mutual Pining, mention of alcohol consumption, minor playground injury, medical issue in reader’s family, unwanted attention from co-worker (not involving the reader), angst due to misunderstanding but FLUFFFFFY ending because I must live up to my name ;)

Summary: You work as a receptionist for United Auto Shop, where Frankie Morales is one of the mechanics. Your friends encourage you to get a little closer to Frankie by asking him out, and his friends are telling him the same. By chance, you meet Frankie and his daughter, Isabella, at the park one Saturday afternoon. Could this be the start of something more than friendship?

A/N: This is my first time writing for this character, but I may write more for him or Pedro’s other characters in the future. Enjoy!

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"United Auto Shop, how may I help you?" you answered.

The person on the other end asked about making an appointment to have his vehicle examined. He gave you the year, make, model and other pertinent details about his car, which you jotted down on the legal pad next to your coffee.

"Our schedule is full for today, but we are open until noon tomorrow if you'd like to bring it in at that time. Otherwise, it will be Monday before one of our specialists can take a look," you explained as you reviewed the shop calendar. "Let me see....oh, I have a slot open on Monday, 11:00 a.m., if that works for you."

While you waited for the customer to check his schedule, one of the mechanics, Francisco (aka Frankie) Morales emerged from the garage. He was wiping his hands on a red shop towel when he approached your desk. He leaned over the edge to see what you were writing. You looked up and playfully pushed his head back with two fingers, causing him to chuckle.

"Perfect! Let me get your name and number and you'll be all set!" you beamed as you wrote down the information. "Thank you, sir, and we'll see you on Monday at 11:00 a.m.," you confirmed. After hanging up the phone, you grinned at the man in front of you. "What's up, Frankie?"

"Nada, taking a quick break that's all. Why didn't you schedule the customer for today? We can more than handle it," he wondered.

"I know, but it's Friday, and the start of your weekend with Isabella. I thought you should get out of here on time for once. You know, start the celebrating a little early," you explained with a shrug. "By the way, what are your plans with her this weekend?"

Frankie's eyes softened at hearing the reason behind your scheduling choice. You knew how important his time was with his daughter, that it meant everything to him. Therefore, your decision to move the customer's appointment to Monday shouldn't have been a surprise. "That's so thoughtful of you, gracias. I'm thinking about taking Isabella to the zoo or the park this weekend," he remarked, his smile still firmly in place.

"That sounds like fun! I have a couple of friends coming over tonight, but I'll probably spend the rest of the weekend cleaning and doing laundry," you mentioned.

"Whoa, sounds sexy," Frankie teased.

"Oh, Sr. Morales, you have no idea!" you exclaimed, playing along. "Especially when--" you held up your index finger as the sound of the ringing phone interrupted your banter with Frankie. "United Auto Shop, how may I help you?" you greeted the caller. Frankie rapped his knuckles twice on your desk, winked at you, then walked back into the main shop area.

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Later that evening, your apartment

"So, how's Mr. Hottie Mechanic?" your friend, Mollie, smirked.

You rolled your eyes. "Don't call him that," you groaned. "He's fine, it's his weekend to be with his daughter. Said he might take her to the park or the zoo," you explained.

"Hmm, maybe you should just accidentally decide to check out the lions and the elephants on the off-chance you'll run into him," Hannah suggested with a mischievous smile.

"Seriously, Hannah? You too? Like I don't get enough about this with Mollie. There is nothing going on with Frankie and me other than friendship," you declared emphatically.

Not that you didn't desperately wish otherwise. You and Frankie had a good working relationship, and you knew that a workplace romance would do nothing but jeopardize that. Besides, there were no indications that Frankie thought of you as anything more than a friend. For that reason, you kept your feelings for him locked away and hidden from anyone's view.

"Come on, he's single and thanks to you breaking up with Dalton the Jerk-Face, now you're single too. You're always telling us how sweet and kind Frankie is, in addition to being freaking gorgeous," Mollie remarked.

"Yeah, all we're saying is to give things a chance, you never know unless you try. We just want to see you happy," Hannah affirmed as she threw an arm around your shoulder.

You could see in their eyes that despite their teasing, Hannah and Mollie really did have your best interests at heart. Even if they went about it in an annoying manner. "I know, and I love you both for it. If I see an opportunity, with Frankie, I'll take it. Okay?" you proposed, to which they nodded. "All right. Now that we have that settled, what movie are we going to watch?"

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"Yo, 'Fish! I'm taking your last cold beer!" Benny called from the kitchen.

Frankie was upstairs getting his daughter settled for the night when Benny informed him of the beer shortage. He had given Isabella her bath, put her in pajamas and set her up with a Disney movie. He tucked her in, kissed her cheek, and whispered "goodnight, mija" before rejoining his friends. "Then you'd better call Pope and ask him to bring more when he comes over," Frankie replied on his way down the stairs.

"Already did that. Isabella in bed?" Will asked.

"Yeah, she's up there watching 'Tangled' for about the four-thousandth time," Frankie chuckled. "Should be asleep in no time, probably even before Rapunzel meets Flynn Ryder."

"What are your plans for the weekend?" Benny asked.

"I'm thinking of taking her to the park or the zoo tomorrow," Frankie mentioned.

"Perfect day for either one, maybe you'll have time to do both," Will suggested.

Frankie heard a knock at the door and went to answer it, only to find Santiago "Pope" García on the other side. "Hey, Pope, thanks for picking up more cold beer on the way," Frankie said as he stepped aside to let Santi in to the house.

"Well, I wouldn't have had to, if this tonto hadn't taken your last cerveza fría," Santi retorted. His gaze shifted to Benny, who just rolled his eyes in response.

"So 'Fish, how's work going? Shop been busy?" Will wondered.

"Yeah, and have you asked out that girl yet? You know, the hot one who answers the phone? I mean, the way you talk about her all the time, I'm surprised you haven't done something about it by now," Benny pointed out.

"Guys, it's not like that with her. There's nothing going on with her and me other than friendship," Frankie insisted.

Never mind how much he wished that there was something beyond friendship blooming between you. Ever since you started working at the shop, coming to work has been a bit more bearable for him. Whenever Frankie sees you, there's nearly always a smile on your face that radiates pure sunshine. You consistently treat him and everyone around you with such kindness, which is why it was easy to have feelings for you.

"But why not? You're single and she's single, right? Or is it because she has a boyfriend?" Santi asked.

"She did have one, but they broke up. Wanted to bust his nose, though, because she told me he cheated on her with some chick from the office where he worked. Que idiota," Frankie muttered. Frankie knew that if you were his, you'd never have to worry about him cheating on you. However, he also was aware that you were too good for him, so the opportunity to prove that fact would never come to pass.

"Look, 'Fish, all we want is for you to be happy. If this girl from the shop is your 'happy', then you owe it to yourself and your little girl to find out. You never know until you try, 'mano," Santi remarked, throwing an arm around Frankie's shoulder.

Frankie looked at the other two, seeing them nodding, then back at Santi a long minute before breaking out into laughter. "All right, all right. I'll keep it in mind. If I see an opportunity with her, I'll take it. Okay?" he replied.

"That's all we ask, 'Fish," Santi responded as he tapped his friend's chest a couple of times.

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The next day, you woke up to rays of sunlight streaming through your bedroom curtains and birds chirping happily outside your window. The clock said it was just after 9:00 a.m., so you decided to get up and enjoy the day. Dusting and laundry can wait, you thought. It had been a long week, and you deserved to treat yourself.

After you finished showering, you pulled out a pale yellow sundress from your bedroom closet. It had short, fluttery sleeves, small, multi-colored flowers embroidered randomly throughout the fabric, and the hem stopped at about mid-calf. You slipped on your white tennis shoes and grabbed your light-wash, cropped denim jacket from the closet by your door. In your small cross-body purse, you slid your phone and your wallet. Your keys went into the pocket of your jacket as you walked out the door.

Saturday was the day designated for the Farmer's Market in your neighborhood. You wandered through the stalls, checking out the fresh-picked vegetables and mouth-watering baked goods. There were vendors selling home-grown honey along with various flavors of fruit jams and preserves. At the end of it all was your favorite coffee shop that you rarely had a chance to stop at during the week before work. Since it was the weekend, you had time to indulge in an Iced Vanilla Caramel Latte with a strawberry and cream cheese pastry.

You lazily sipped at your coffee while you scrolled through your phone, catching up on current events and your social media. Every once in a while, you glanced at the people passing by while the sun gently caressed your skin. A light breeze kept the temperature at a comfortable level as you enjoyed the rest of your coffee. Once you'd finished your drink, you disposed of the cup and pastry wrapper in a nearby bin and headed for the park.

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"Daddy, push me on the swings!" Isabella called to Frankie.

"Okay mija, pick one and I'll be right there!" Frankie grinned as his daughter ran ahead of him.

They had been at the zoo for most of the morning, making sure to see all of the animals. They spent a good bit of their time watching the penguins run around like clumsy waiters. On their way out, they stopped at the gift shop, where Frankie bought Isabella a stuffed baby penguin as a souvenir.

Now they were at the park, Isabella giggling as Frankie pushed her on the swing. In between pushes, Frankie kept a watchful eye on his surroundings. During his scan, his eyes landed on a figure sitting on a bench in a pale yellow sundress, scrolling through her phone. Every so often, he saw her smile or laugh to herself. When he looked closer, he realized it was you, in person, at the same park as him and his daughter.

As you thumbed through the memes and videos on your phone, you felt as if there were eyes upon you. When you looked up, there was a man pushing a little girl on the swings and waving at you. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was Frankie Morales, which meant the girl on the swings had to be Isabella. You waved back and mouthed "hello" to him.

All at once, Frankie felt a blow to the stomach that threatened to knock the wind out of him. While his focus was on you, he wasn't paying attention and had missed that Isabella's swing was headed straight for him. It caught him by surprise and connected with his midsection, causing him to double over in pain. He dropped to his knees, the swing barely missing his head this time.

"Oh my God, Frankie! Are you all right?" you exclaimed, rushing over to his side.

Frankie tried to breathe normally, but could only take short, shallow breaths for the moment. "I'm....okay....I....think," he wheezed.

Isabella noticed that her swing was slowing down and that Frankie wasn't pushing her anymore. She turned around and saw her father on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain, so she jumped off the swing and ran to him. "Daddy! Are you okay??" she pleaded, nearly in tears.

"He's going to be fine, sweetie," you assured her. "He just needs a little break for a minute. I'm going to help him up so we can sit on this bench over here. When he stands up, can you take his hand and make sure he gets over there safely?" you asked.

Isabella looked at you and gravely nodded. You assisted Frankie in getting to his feet and when you wrapped your arm around Frankie's right side, his daughter tugged on his left hand. He sat down on the bench, groaning in relief, while you and Isabella joined him.

While you rubbed circles in Frankie's back trying to get him to relax, you looked for something to keep Isabella's thoughts occupied. You looked all around the park and noticed an ice cream vendor several yards away. Hopefully, they also sold beverages, because you could use a bottle of water, and you knew Frankie would benefit from one as well.

As you fished your wallet out of your purse, you could hear how worried Isabella was for her father. You reached over and gently put your hand on her shoulder. "Isabella, honey, your daddy is going to be okay, I promise. Do you know what I think will make him feel better? Look over there," you whispered, pointing at the ice cream truck.

Isabella's deep brown eyes followed your finger and when she saw what you were talking about, her face lit up with joy. "Ice cream, Daddy!" she shrieked then turned to you. "That will make him feel so much better! Me too," she admitted.

You caught Frankie's eye and his face broke out into a warm smile. "Okay, mija, let's get some ice cream," he relented.

When he reached for his wallet, you placed your hand on his arm. "Let me," you remarked softly. "Isabella? Would you like to go with me to the ice cream truck? I might need some help carrying stuff back to this bench," you explained.

Isabella locked eyes with her father, who was nodding his consent. She decided that if he said you were okay, then she would be safe with you. She scrambled off the bench and held out her hand, which you gladly took in yours. "We'll be right back, Daddy," she promised.

"Be a good girl, mija," Frankie cautioned. He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw his little girl's hand in yours, then it skipped again when you shot him a wink over your shoulder. His breathing seemed to become easier while he waited for you and Isabella to return with the refreshments.

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You were lost in thought while you waited for the ice cream, until you felt a small tug on your hand. A curious look was on Isabella's face as she seemed to be studying yours, likely trying to determine who you were. "How do you know my daddy?" she asked.

"We work at the same auto shop," you answered with a smile. "I answer the phones, and your daddy fixes the cars."

"Oh," she replied, then tilted her head up at you and carefully studied you. After what felt like an eternity, her face broke out into a shy smile. "You're pretty," she blurted out.

You could feel your cheeks getting warm. "Gracias," you responded softly. "And you are a beautiful young lady as well," you commented with a smile.

Isabella giggled and thanked you for the compliment. By this time, your order had been fulfilled, so you handed Isabella her mini-ice cream cone while you carried the ones for you and Frankie. Fortunately, she knew her father's favorite flavor, so you made sure to get him a heaping scoop of it.

By the time you had returned to the bench, Frankie looked like he was breathing much easier. You handed him his ice cream cone and a bottle of water then took a seat beside him. The two of you chatted between bites, as well as took turns keeping watch over Isabella.

To you, it felt so comfortable, so natural, as if things had always been this way between you and Frankie. But of course, it was not that way, and you had to work with her father. Rather than slip up and make things awkward by doing something dumb like admitting your feelings, you decided to say your goodbyes.

Frankie stood up quickly in alarm, despite his injury. "Is everything okay? Do you have to go so soon?" he implored.

"I'm so sorry, I really wish I could stay longer," you lamented.

Me too. "I understand, and I suppose we should get going too, so I can get this one something good for dinner," Frankie chuckled. "Bella, you want to say goodbye, thank her for the ice cream?" he remarked.

Isabella tugged on your hand until you knelt in front of her. "Thank you for the ice cream. Can you come over tomorrow?"

You chuckled softly. "You're very welcome, sweetie. I wish I could come over tomorrow, but I have things to do at my place that will sure keep me busy," you mentioned.

"Okay," Isabella sighed right before launching herself at you and throwing her arms around your neck. "Bye-bye," she mumbled against your shoulder.

Frankie stood there in surprise at his daughter's actions. A few times, he had introduced Isabella to women he'd met, but she hadn't really reacted to them the same way she did to you. Frankie shook his head and gently nudged his daughter. "Come on, mija, time for us to go, too," he stated gently, taking her hand.

"It was very nice to meet you, Isabella," you told her, and she waved at you with her free hand. "Bye, Frankie. See you on Monday," you added as you started walking home.

"Have a good night," he called. You smiled and waved goodbye, then resumed the path back to your apartment.

Isabella tugged on Frankie's hand. "I like her, daddy," she declared.

"Sí, mija. Yo también," he replied with an exhale as he watched you walk away.

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On your walk home, you were second-guessing your decision to end the outing in the park with Frankie and Isabella so early. But it was better to leave early than to accidentally blurt out your feelings for the man. Especially if he didn't return them, which could make things uncomfortable or tense at work.

His daughter was certainly a cutie-pie, with her chestnut curls and deep chocolate eyes, most likely gifted to her by her father. You had no idea what Isabella's mother looked like, but you knew she had to be gorgeous to give birth to such a beautiful child. Yet another reason to keep things at a certain distance with Frankie. He's way out of my league, you thought.

By this time, you had reached your apartment building. On the way up in the elevator, you pondered how to spend the rest of your evening. First, you made yourself a quick dinner of garlic buttered noodles with parmesan cheese sprinkled on top, then changed into comfy clothes. Next, you scrolled through the offerings from Netflix and settled on a series you'd started. It wasn't long before all the fresh air from being in the park caught up to you. Soon your eyes drifted closed, as a certain brown-eyed, curly-haired handsome man in a baseball cap appeared in your dreams.

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Estupido. Imbécil, Frankie berated himself. Why didn't he ask you out while he had the chance? It was such a surprise to see you at the park, that he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing. His slip-up earned him a well-placed blow to the midsection that, to be honest, was still causing him a bit of discomfort. It was well worth it, though, to watch how you perfectly you interacted with Isabella and how right away she seemed to latch on to you.

As he drove home, Frankie was vaguely aware of Isabella's chattering in the back seat. He thought she was singing to the radio or babbling to herself until she sounded upset with him. "Mija, what's wrong?" he asked, glancing in the rear-view mirror.

"You're not listening, Daddy! I asked you if you thought she was pretty!" Isabella responded angrily.

"Lo siento, Bella, for not hearing you, but who are you talking about?" he wondered.

Isabella rolled her eyes and huffed loudly in exasperation. "Your lady friend from work," she answered. "Do you like her? Do you think she's pretty?" she repeated.

While he considered his daughter's questions, a soft smile crept across his face. "Sí, mija. Ella es una mujer muy bonita," he grinned. "And yes, I do like her. She's a good friend, too."

His answer seemed to placate his daughter, because a beaming smile quickly replaced the pouty expression on her face. "Good. I like her too. Maybe you should ask her to come over for a playdate!" Isabella exclaimed.

Frankie chuckled at his daughter's choice of words. "Maybe I will sometime, Bella. Right now, you need to decide what you want for supper, and what movie you want to watch," he remarked.

When they reached his house and pulled into the driveway, Isabella was still considering her movie choices. She had narrowed down her food choice to spaghetti, but couldn't decide between "Beauty and the Beast" or "The Little Mermaid". By the time she had her dinner, her bath, and was in her pajamas, she had chosen. It wasn't long, though, before the fresh air caught up with her as well, and she was asleep.

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Over the next several weeks, there was a shift between you and Frankie, albeit a gradual one. The two of you started spending your lunch breaks together, taking turns on deciding where to go. There were a couple of diners close by the shop, or you checked out the various food trucks in the city. Frankie would always insist on paying, but you managed to snag a few lunch tickets here and there so he could save his money.

When you were gone for a week visiting your family, Frankie didn't quite know what to do with himself. He missed you like crazy, and lunches were a rather boring affair without you to try out new food choices with him. Even his friends noticed, so they took turns spending their mealtime with Frankie.

The shop hired a woman, Elena, as your temporary fill-in, who barely performed her duties and wasn't very organized. On more than a few nights, he was at the shop until a ridiculously late hour, which he did not appreciate. Luckily, the Miller brothers were able to pitch in and look after Isabella while he was at work. Still, Frankie hated missing out on that time he could've spent calling his daughter.

About the only thing Elena was capable of doing with any effort was flirting with the mechanics, Frankie in particular. While he acknowledged that she was an attractive woman with her long blond hair, piercing green eyes and swaying hips, his heart belonged to you. And the more he thought about it, he realized you likely had Isabella's heart as well.

Frankie tried to make it clear to Elena that he wasn't interested in her by dissuading her at every turn, but she continued to flirt with him. He took a lot of grief from the other mechanics about it, who wondered why he always discouraged her advances. Frankie couldn't tell them that the reason for not wanting to date Elena was that he wanted to go out with you.

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A couple of days before you were supposed to return from your vacation, you called the shop to speak to the shop manager, Antonio Vargas. Your reason for requesting time off was that your grandmother had a health scare and you were helping take care of things for your family. The visit wasn't supposed to last longer than a week, but the situation had changed. More time off was needed, and for that you had to speak to Antonio about it.

You were surprised when a woman answered the phone, but figured the shop must have hired a temp to answer the phones while you were gone. As Elena was telling you that Antonio wasn't available, you swore you heard Frankie's voice in the background. Your heart rate began to pick up and you smiled at just the thought of him, making you realize how much you missed him.

"Hold on a minute, I'll let you talk to Frankie, and he can have Antonio call you back," Elena muttered. Before she handed him the phone, you heard her tell Frankie not to forget their date after work. Your smile dropped and you heard nothing else after that except the blood pounding in your ears at the thought of Frankie now having a girlfriend.

Frankie was desperately trying to get your attention on the phone. "Hello? Are you there? What's going on, is everything okay?" he frantically asked.

Finally, you snapped out of your haze to answer his questions. You explained the situation with your grandmother, and how you needed some more time off to help your family. "Do you know when Antonio will be back?" you inquired.

"He's just out getting some lunch for us all, so he should be back soon. I'll be sure to tell him you called if you want to check back later," Frankie promised. "I hope everything will be all right with your abuela. Do you know how much longer you'll be out?"

You sighed deeply before answering. "Not sure. All depends on my grandma, but she's a strong lady," you remarked.

"Ah, so that's where you get it from," he chuckled weakly. He wanted so badly to correct your assumptions regarding what you heard. "Listen, about what Elena said--" he started but you interrupted him.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go, my mom needs me. Thank you, Sr. Morales. I'll call Sr. Vargas later and talk to him. Goodbye," you whispered before quickly hanging up the phone. As soon as the call disconnected, the tears started streaming down your face.

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Frankie handed the phone back to Elena with a glare, as he was upset about the turn of events with you. Not only would you be out of town for who knew how much longer, but he was going to have to put up with Elena while you were gone. "Why did you do that? Why did you say we were going out on a date after work? I've told you, that's never going to happen," he seethed.

Elena picked up a framed photo from the desk and pointed at you. "This? She is what you're choosing over me?" she asked in shock. "She's nowhere near as gorgeous as I am, probably spends all her time reading, and looks like such a homebody," Elena rolled her eyes as she stood up and walked around the desk. "You're out of her league, and should be with someone like me. I promise I will take care of your every, every need," she added in a sultry voice.

With every word Elena uttered, Frankie could feel himself getting more and more angry. How dare she put you down and insist that she's the better choice? In his eyes, there was no one better than you for him. You were smart, compassionate, generous, had a good sense of humor, and brightened his entire world. The past week without you has been dull and lifeless. There's been no sunshine in his days because he hasn't been able to see your smile. Now he wondered if or when he ever would again.

Frankie saw Elena moving to place her hands on his chest, so he stepped back before she could make contact. When she moved in again, he retreated again and held his hands up. "Stop. Right now. This, you and me, is never going to happen. My heart belongs to her, and nothing you can do or say will change that. This is bordering on harassment, and I'm going to talk to Antonio. I'll recommend to him that we find someone else to answer the phones until she gets back," he remarked.

Elena scoffed at Frankie's veiled threat. "Ha! You really think he's going to believe you over me? We'll see about that," she sneered, turning on her heel but coming to an abrupt stop. She didn't expect to see Antonio standing behind her. Elena had no idea how long he'd been there, watching her interaction with Frankie.

Antonio glared at Elena, his arms crossed over his chest. "I believe that's a very good idea, Morales. Elena, I'll be notifying your temp agency that today is the last day we need you here," he stated firmly.

Elena let out a shrill noise and stomped her way around the desk. She jerked open the desk drawer and yanked her purse out of it. "Don't bother, I quit," she spat out on her way to the door.

Antonio regarded Frankie for a few tense seconds before relaxing his arms and breaking out into a grin. "Man, am I glad she's out of here. She's been chasing after me for a date this whole time," he revealed. "Didn't really even do her job while she was here, either. Some of our long-time customers even told me she was a bit rude to them. I apologized and explained it was only temporary, that it should be resolved by the end of the week when our regular girl is back."

Frankie rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah, boss, about that," he started then explained about your phone call. He left out the part where Elena made you think that they were dating and how he could hear the sadness in your voice.

"I'll give her a call, find out how much longer she needs. In the meantime, I'll let the other guys know that we'll need to step up and answer the phones," Antonio declared. He noticed a faraway look in Frankie's eyes, which told him there was more going on than he had witnessed earlier. "Something else on your mind?" he asked.

Frankie nodded. "Coffee?" he offered before heading to Antonio's office with him to discuss it.

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When you talked with Antonio, you explained that you needed another week, then you'd be back to work. He told you not to worry, that they had things handled but they missed you and were looking forward to your return. In truth, you only spent another four days, then drove home to your apartment. You needed the extra time to figure out what to do about Frankie.

Elena and Frankie. That was going to take some getting used to, which was likely to be difficult for you. Best to just ignore them, put them out of your mind and focus on doing your job to the utmost of your ability. Besides, as long as Frankie is happy, and Elena treats Isabella properly, that's all that matters, right?

To make sure your return started on the right foot, you decided to bring in some treats. You had a tradition of baking a cake for Antonio and the other mechanics to celebrate on their birthdays. Perusing the contents of your cupboard, you found a mix for Apple Cinnamon Muffins and Banana Nut Muffins. You gathered your ingredients and utensils, preheated your oven, and got down to work.

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Today was the day you were going to return to the shop, and Frankie couldn't be more nervous. After that disastrous phone call, he wasn't sure how the day was going to go, but he knew he needed to talk to you. He had to tell you how much he missed seeing your bright smiling face as you greeted him every morning. Even Isabella had been asking about you, wanting to go to the park nearly every day just in case you would be there. He hated seeing her smile disappear when he reminded her you were out of town on vacation, visiting your family.

When Frankie saw your car in the parking lot, his heart rate picked up and his beaming smile threatened to split his face in two. This was it, he was going to talk to you and clear the air about his so-called relationship with Elena. He wanted to assure you that there was nothing going on between himself and Elena, never had been and never would be. Frankie vowed to be brave and confess to you that his heart always had and always would belong to you.

As he walked into the front office where you were, he could hear snippets of conversation, mostly about food. The other mechanics were crowded around your desk, where two large platters of muffins were sitting. Every once in a while, someone asked a question about your vacation, or mentioned how good it was that you were back.

"Thank you, everyone, it's good to be here. Don't get me wrong, my family is great, but it's not the same as being around this family. Ah, Sr. Morales," you called as soon as your eyes found him. "Good morning, please have a muffin."

Frankie slowly walked up to your desk, all the while trying to determine your mood and how best to start the conversation. "Good morning, it's good to see you," he murmured. His eyes darted around to see if anyone would be listening. Before he could ask to speak with you in private, the phone rang, signifying the start of the work day.

"United Auto Shop, how may I help you?" you asked. Frankie watched as you wrote down the customer's information without a glance in his direction. He backed away from your desk and headed to the shop area. What he didn't see was that your eyes followed him as he retreated, and how you tried to ignore the sting of tears.

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It wasn't until around lunch time that Frankie had an opportunity to speak to you without prying eyes or ears around. You were still on a phone call for a customer, but Frankie waited patiently until you were finished. "Something I can help you with, Sr. Morales?" you asked.

Frankie inwardly winced at the formal address, but pushed past those thoughts. "I was wondering if you had any plans for lunch today. I thought we could celebrate your return by checking out that new food truck--" he suggested, but you interrupted.

"Actually, I brought my lunch today. I have some catching up to do here, reorganizing and all. Besides, I figured you'd be having lunch with your girlfriend today and wouldn't have any time for me. Sorry," you explained.

Frankie took off his ball cap to run his hand through his hair in frustration. "If anyone owes any kind of apology, it's me. And about my girlfriend--" you broke in again.

"There's no need for an apology about having a girlfriend, you're certainly entitled to have one. It's not my place to tell you how you to spend your time away from work, or who to associate with. Now, if you'll excuse me--" This time it was his turn to interrupt you.

Frankie replaced his hat on his head and walked around to where you were sitting behind your desk. He dropped to his knees in front of you and took your hands in his. "Cariño, please, there is no girlfriend. Elena, she was chasing after all of us, even Antonio. That day you called, there was no date after work. There was never going to be a date after work that day or any other day," he implored.

"I don't understand, why would she say that?" you whispered.

"Because she was jealous of you, querida. I blocked her at every turn, and let me tell you, she was one determined woman. But she couldn't understand why I wanted to be with a woman that wasn't her," Frankie explained.

"So there is someone else," you remarked with a tinge of bitterness.

A soft smile graced Frankie's face. "Amor," he whispered as he grazed the back of his knuckles across your cheek. His smile grew as you closed your eyes and he felt you lean into his touch. "There is someone else, sí, but you know her very well. It's you, mi tesoro. You hold the key to my heart and also, dare I say, to Isabella's," he murmured. "Please tell me I haven't lost you."

You opened your eyes and took hold of the hand caressing your cheek, then kissed his palm. With a shake of your head, a few of the tears you'd been holding back sprung free and rolled down your face. Frankie gently removed his other hand from yours and brushed away the tears with the pad of his thumb. You gave him a watery smile. "You've had my heart since I met you, Francisco Morales," you whispered. "Um, if that invitation to lunch is still available, I would love to accept."

His hands dropped back to hold yours, then Frankie smiled. "What about the lunch you brought with you today?" he gently teased you.

"Pfft," you scoffed dismissively. "It'll be there for me to have another day. Right now, I would very much like to go out for lunch with you instead," you declared.

"As you wish," Frankie replied. When he stood up, he still had hold of your hands, so when he brought you up out of your chair, you were standing with him. Your faces were so close that a half-step more and you'd be kissing. The same thought must have occurred to Frankie as well, because the next sensation you felt was his lips on yours.

The kiss was a little hesitant at first, almost as if he were asking for permission. When he felt you return his kiss, everything changed. Frankie hungrily dove in to capture your lips with his own, his hand moving to cradle the back of your head to seal the connection. Your mouths moved in tandem, pressing and pulling, Frankie's soft lips driving you crazy. You gasped when you felt his tongue trace the seam of your lips. It created the perfect opportunity to slide it in and explore the inside of your warm mouth.

At the sound of someone's throat clearing, the kiss was broken and the two of you jumped apart like you were caught with your hands in the cookie jar. You and Frankie broke apart to see Antonio standing there, a knowing smirk on his face. "All I can say is, it's about time. There was so much pining going on between the two of you, it's a wonder I don't have a damn forest growing behind the shop," he quipped.

"We're uh....we were um....headed out to lunch, Antonio. If that's all right with you," Frankie stammered.

Antonio playfully rolled his eyes. "Get out of here, you two. And make sure you get some actual food for lunch, and not spend all your time making out," he muttered affectionately.

Frankie let out a laugh, and you joined him. He gazed lovingly at you and held out his elbow. "Shall we, mi amor?" he asked. You nodded, then slipped your arm around his and headed towards the door.

When you passed Antonio, you felt your cheeks grow warm and you ducked your head. Frankie gave him a quick, two-fingered salute, which Antonio returned as he shook his head. Once you were outside, Frankie turned to you and asked, "Where shall we go?"

You squeezed his arm and tilted your head to catch his eyes. "Anywhere, as long as I'm with you," you replied.

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#frankie morales x reader #francisco morales X reader #pedro pascal characters

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

thank you for the ask, Lauren! ❤️ I'm gonna summarize the other 2 asks I got

Tempter series** (Din Djarin x mechanic!f!reader)

Din makes it a habit to visit your shop under different pretexts, only to get to see you. His growing affection for you though will only make him question his precarious future as well as your safety.

2. Inferno** (Din Djarin x f!reader)

Din wants to repay you for all of the hard work you’ve been doing on the ship, and it just so happens there’s something of mutual interest for the both of you.

3. Cyare** (Mand'alor!Din Djarin x Mandalorian!f!Reader)

On his journey to become the Mand’alor, Din encounters someone who will turn his world upside down and change it forever. 

4. Lay it on me** (Javier Peña x f!reader)

You and Javier work together but absolutely cannot stand each other. After an unexpected arrangement is born out of your arguments, your lives will quickly escalate to wild lengths.

5. Just died in your arms tonight** (Frankie Morales x f!reader x Benny Miller)

You’re dating Benny but keeping a pesky little secret that one evening comes to light. after all, a whirlwind of emotions and stuff happen.

#self-rec #fic rec #din djarin x reader #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin fic #din djarin smut #Javier Peña x reader #Javier Peña x you #Javier Peña fanfiction #Javier Peña fic #Javier Peña smut #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales fic #frankie morales smut

[funkypoacher]

Wick n' Danse

#51

"Public kiss"

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first I'mma side-eye how that ask formatted (why is the 51 huge? and why is there a square?) and then I'm going to continue. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE PROMPT! I sat down and wrote this in one sitting (and then edited it after dinner) and like... I'm so happy. I was seriously afraid my hiatus would kick my ass more, writing-wise, but I enjoyed writing this, and I like how it ended up. SO.

Wick/Danse FO4 prompt-fill 1/? "Public kiss"

December 3, 2288

It was cool enough that those attending had their collars buttoned. Drinks were carried by mittened fingers, conversations were punctuated by the sight of breath’s warmth dissipating, but it wasn’t much worse than that. The early evening bonfires saw a long day of get-togethering winding down with the same friendly pace that it had been sustained by. The group wasn’t celebrating anything specific; more casseroles had been brought to the Sommerville’s homestead than bottled drink, and that suited Danse fine. A free meal was always appreciated, and he preferred cider to beer, especially when he was working.

Beyond that, though, he favored this: to simply be with these people. With every gathering he attended, Danse understood more of himself. Where he fit in the world; what he was, which was rapidly becoming both friend and neighbor to many. It wasn’t his humanity he sought to understand—it was his purpose. Because that was something everyone struggled to find. 

“Sergeant,” greeted Theo, approaching from behind. The man clapped Danse’s shoulder as he joined his side, a bottle gripped tight at the neck. “Good to see you.”

“Good to see you, major,” Danse answered, shaking his hand. “I wasn’t sure you’d make it.”

Theo Miller and ‘the sergeant’ had more in common than the latter would have liked. Theo was good people, however, as per the local colloquialism. Having left the Minutemen following a hard loss, he’d eventually applied to the Brotherhood of Steel, abandoning his post there, too, when their morals didn’t align. Danse hardly took desertion lightly, but he knew Theo’s motivation was piloted by genuine care for people. With General Garvey vouching for him, he was officially within Danse’s good graces.

“Actually, I made it here about half an hour ago,” Theo informed, smirking against the lip of his beer bottle. “Got talkin’ to Georgie, and you know how he doesn’t shut up.”

“Did you discuss clearing out the hostiles in quadrant D? I’ve put in for backup from headquarters, and Bao has offered recruits in exchange for—”

“Hey, man. We’re off duty. That means no shop-talk.” Looking Danse over, Theo sighed. “If I tell you that, yes, I squared things with Georgie, does that mean you'll lighten up?”

A broad smile formed across Danse’s face. Slowly. Deliberately. Mechanically. “Yes. Casual protocols now engaged.” His head canted just slightly. “Do we talk ‘shit’ now?”

Theo’s eyes rounded with the sort of horror born of ice forming in one’s spine. Then Danse chuckled, nudged him none too politely, and Theo burst out laughing.

“Man, you are an ass.”

Theo and the synth—which Theo well-knew Danse to be—stood chatting informally about the late snowfall that was due, and how the frost, late as well, had been a kindness to the farmers still attempting to stock-up in the wake of the Brotherhood’s absence. Upon leaving for DC, their exit created a vacuum, that empty space soon ripe for the picking by raiders. The Minutemen were recovering from war, and those unaffiliated locals latterly involved could not deal with the fresh wave of raiders, who, having been in hiding for so long, descended on homesteads. Being unorganized and generally poorly armed, the raiders killed very few, but it was the crops they made-off with, or destroyed, that hit people the hardest.

Luckily, the Commonwealth community was close-knit. They helped, protected, and provided for each other, creating that backbone of support which served as a pivotal pillar to the Minutemen’s reformation. Lastly, if things were so dire, the spread at the Sommerville gathering would not have been so generous, and people were still piling their plates at this late hour.

Theo, having been musing on the coming spring being pushed farther into the year, stopped suddenly.

“What is it?” Danse asked, following his gaze.

Shaking his head to himself, Theo's expression turned more to curiosity. “Saw them before, when I got here. They’re kinda… skulking. Not sure if they’re looking for trouble, or free food, or what. But—there, see?”

Danse directed himself towards where Theo had jutted his chin. Somehow he knew and didn’t at the same time; the figure walked with their arms crossed tight at their chest, their head low, and shoulders up. They were an animal ready to run in a set of old overalls, blonde hair stringy, and all but hiding their face. This he recognized, but the gauntness to their features—it made Danse startle. He supposed she wasn’t eating so well. 

“Her name is Wendy,” Danse said, already walking. “And she’s a friend.”

She was standing alone, eyeing the dozening families who, likely noting her, didn’t interfere. ‘That woman’ living nearbouts the lurk-infested pre-war construction site was generally known of, her property quite apart from everyone else. Most couldn’t make heads or tails on her—there were lingering pro-Brotherhood families who preferred to keep to themselves, and that was one theory on her antisocialism. Having left the Brotherhood alongside him, however, Danse knew this to be untrue. Ex-Gunner Wendy had joined their ranks thanks to a hungry stomach and a moral compass that swung where the money came from, but she left with him. For him.

Memories upon memories piled up as he neared her, though, sadly, it was their last encounter that crashed upon him as he joined her.

‘I can’t do this anymore,’ she’d said.

“Wick,” Danse greeted, knowing she preferred the misnomer to her name. 

“Sergeant Danse,” Wick replied, her rigid posture remaining so, but a warming glow in her eyes was evident. “Shouldn’t you be ranked higher than that by now?”

Danse grinned. Her sharp stoicism in public had turned to shyness when becoming a civilian. Without a big gun, she hadn’t anything to hide her attitude behind. Wick certainly hadn’t forgotten her sarcasm, however.

“It’s more of a nickname between myself and Theo Miller, and it’s gained traction among the civilians,” Danse explained with a learned shrug. “The Minutemen chain-of-command is loosely defined. Rank is less important when the bulk of your men are made up of farmers.” Danse finally came to the real explanation. “And Theo, having been a Brotherhood recruit for all of two weeks, finds it humorous.”

“He’s…? Oh.” Wick glanced nervously towards where Danse had come from. When this got too heavy, she stared at her feet. “It’s not really funny, though. Not when… I mean, considering what the Brotherhood did to you. At…” She swallowed, twitching visibly. “At Covenant.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Danse answered stiffly, dismissing Theo’s insensitivity as a possibility. Looking over the crowd, he had a thought. “Have you eaten?”

“Have I? No!” Wick shook her head, an incredibly awkward smile attempting to bury her nerves as her weight moved foot to foot. “No, I just came here to… I mean, I don’t know. I’m not hungry, and I was going to go soon, anyways, so—”

“Wendy,” Danse said, stepping forward. He could hardly believe he was being given the chance to speak on what he’d wished to say for some months. “These gatherings are for the locals to co-mingle. So that they might understand each other better, and provide support when it’s needed. Don’t you want to be part of that?”

“Actually,” Wendy answered evenly, looking him in the eye for the first time, “being the weird shut-in off in the swamp works for me. I didn’t come here for anyone else, I came—I came to see you. To see how you… are.”

She looked away again.

“Oh.” Danse’s brow rose. “I see.” Wishing he hadn’t left his drink with Theo, so that his hands might have something to do, instead he folded his arms. Somehow, without being able to place his finger on why, what she said had bothered him. Perhaps he saw some lie in it. He certainly didn’t understand her reluctance to socialize, given his own happy relationship with the people here.

His frustration and confusion led to a curt tone. “Are you going to ask me how I am, then?”

Quietly, ambivalently, Wick said off-handedly, “how are you?”

“Busy,” Danse answered coolly.

“Okay.”

“That’s it?” Danse’s cheeks flushed with frustration. Spare with her words, Wick had always, at least, been clear with him. And what she wasn’t saying, or what he wasn’t understanding, was galling alongside the fact that he hadn’t seen her in months.

Wick simply smiled. Tired and transparent, there it was. “I don’t need to ask you how you are to know how you are, Danse. I can see that you’re sleeping well—I mean, you’re looking fairly well-rested, so the night terrors can’t be that bad. You’re definitely eating, so you’re not distracted, or depressed, or down on yourself too much. I saw you talk to, like, 20 people since I got here. I saw you laugh. You seem happy.” She watched him steady enough that the bonfires’ reflections fired in her gaze. “You are happy, right?”

Danse’s posture eased. It took great effort for the synth to understand himself, both in relation to the concept of purpose, and what he was without it, if anything. But Wendy had never had that trouble. She had always seemed to understand him—to know him, even when he didn’t know himself.

“I am,” Danse answered, voice warbling with affection over the truth of it. “I am happy.”

Wick nodded. “Good. That’s what I wanted to know.”

As she turned to leave, Danse grabbed her by the arm. When she didn’t pull away, his grip softened. “And how are you?”

Turning back, Wick shrugged. “Whatever the opposite of ‘busy’ is.” Reading his expression, she laughed humorlessly. “I don’t mean anything sneaky by that. There’s no double meaning, or whatever. I’ve got, you know, food. And I’ve got stuff to do. I’m ready for the weather to finally turn.” Her eyes flitted dully to his mouth. “I’m good.”

Danse squared his jaw. “Why did you terminate our relationship?”

Wick pulled from his grip, which had remained at her elbow. However shaken, though, it seemed that she’d had an answer to this question for as long as Danse had harbored it.

“I didn’t go to Covenant,” she explained, voice as strong as it was cracked. “I didn’t try to get you out. Even when there was that huge mob of people, I didn’t. All these folks went, too, probably, and I… I stayed. Here. I hid.” Her shoulders dropped, diminishing her small frame even further. “I didn’t deserve it. You. Us.”

Danse spoke without accusation. “And were you afraid? After, when I returned?”

“Oh, yeah,” Wick affirmed readily. “Really scared. No way I was going to be able to help you when you were screaming in the dark. Because I…” Her tone softened to a whisp. “I was screaming, too.”

The nightmares experienced after Covenant had not only been dreams, Danse surmised. They were too clear; too complete. It had to be a programming fault. As Danse had slept those following months, his mind had been replaying all he had seen in the Covenant facility, which, having been absorbed by the Brotherhood of Steel, tested synths for the sake of gauging limits, and identifying them in the general populace.

The tests had been beyond cruel. And the weight of that is what Danse had brought home to Wick.

He didn’t blame her for being afraid. He merely nodded, forgivingly and understandingly. After a moment, Wick nodded the same. Two collected soldiers, even now.

“You know,” mentioned Danse, casually closing the distance between them, “there’s a mirelurk nest near your property. My squad is planning to clear-out it out. We could use an extra gun.”

Wick’s expression rose. “Gun or gunhand?”

Danse grinned. “Gunhand,” he clarified.

Wick’s pallor coloured, recalling the enthusiasm of someone who had once entertained a very familiar first-name basis with fire-fights and battlefields. “Okay. Name the time and place,” she said, so excited that their fingers, already in close proximity, brushed together with her fidgeting.

For all that it felt like fireworks, Danse was comforted by the sheer cold of her hands as their quietly fingers entwined—he knew that cool, recalling frozen feet brushing up his calves under the covers. What Danse hadn’t anticipated was Wick glancing the crowd over, turning back, and offering a hasty kiss which landed clumsily between his nose and mouth. Correcting her aim immediately, almost as a reflex, Danse returned this with a quick brush at her lips before meeting for a proper kiss, his hand pulling her closer at the waist.

To be technically defined, it went beyond the fireworks of their hands touching before. Wendy gripped his shirt, and Danse’s other hand went to her waist, encircling her. Mild and chaste, though, the kiss was something to be thought on later and for much longer than it was enjoyed. Either way, when Wick pulled away, offering a mumbled good-bye before leaving, Danse was soothed by the knowledge that things had changed. He’d been happy before—happy with the Minutemen, and happy with his place within the community. Now, however, he might get to be more.

#fallout 4 #danse #wick #fanfic #fo4 fanfic #mannnn i miss these two #even if this is still a lil rusty

[pascalpanic]

Miller Morales Mechanic Shop (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Part One of Miller Morales Mechanic Shop

Summary: Something is wrong with your car. What, exactly? You have no clue. So you bring it in to some professionals- who also have a toddler running around the shop.

W/C: 2.3k

Warnings: language, Frankie is a dad, brief mention of divorce and trauma bc poor Frankie, there is a child heavily involved in this so if you don’t like kids this isn’t for you :)

A/N: WELCOME TO PART ONE EVERYONE! This is such a cute AU and I’m BEYOND excited to start sharing it with you all! I don’t know how many parts this will be or anything but I can’t wait to take it and run with it.

Marisol Morales behaves for very few people. One of those is Ben Miller. Unfortunately, she has decided to break her own rules today.

Frankie loves summer. He loves his little girl playing outside in her baby pool, taking her for walks around the neighborhood with their three-legged dog, all of the fun parts. The hard part is when the nanny goes on a vacation and Mari has to come to work with him.

Benny and Frankie, ever since the chaos that was the Lorea mission, run a small mechanic shop together. Miller Morales Mechanic Shop isn’t necessarily the busiest place in town, but they make enough to get by and have some disposable income too. Mari loves to hang around the shop with her daddy and uncle. She’s there more than Frankie would like, but he supposes it’s not the worst thing in the world. When Frankie and Jules split and Frankie won full custody, he’d hoped a nanny would take care of most everything when Mari is home all day in summer. Sadly, he was in for a rude awakening when no Mary Poppins showed up on his doorstep.

It’s normally not too bad; Benny hung the moon in Mari’s eyes. If she won’t do something for her daddy, which is still somewhat rare, she’ll always do it for her Uncle Benny. That makes the day run much smoother. Mari has a whole host of quiet-time activities and toys to play with, and the men generally trade off periods of either working on the cars or being with the little girl.

Her favorite activities at the shop include drawing on the concrete with thick sticks of chalk and playing with her toy helicopters and planes. Benny insists tanks are cooler, but Mari prefers flying her Polly Pockets in the chopper, running through the garage and making flight noises. She’s a smart little thing; for her age, she’s picked up big words and can make sentences out of three words, which is quite a stretch for a baby just over two years of age. She calls for Benny and Daddy and knows the names of his tools: wench, scu-dwive, and her favorite, win-seeled wipe fwuid. She loves to babble at customers while they get their oil changed.

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Being shit with cars is no fun. It only increases the anxiety when some light flashes on your dashboard. The lights can mean so many things that you find it ridiculous; “check engine”? Check it for what? To save yourself the anxiety, you find your nearest mechanic and pay them to deal with it.

Today, as you pull over into a gas station, you check your phone and find that the nearest shop is a place you haven’t heard of. It must be new. Miller Morales Mechanic Shop, 0.6 miles away. The name implies something more local and homegrown. You’re more than willing to support a place like that, so you start up the engine, pray you don’t explode, and make your way over to the shop.

It’s nearby, like the map indicated. The outside is a quaint little place, tucked in a strip mall next to a coffee shop, a dentist, and an insurance agency. The three car bays are empty, and knowing next to nothing about how these shops work, you pull inside and park your car, letting it run as you wait for an employee. The bell dinged to let them know you were here, so you stay patient and listen idly to the hum of the talk radio show from your car’s speakers.

After a minute or two pass, you realize that maybe this wasn’t the right place to be. Maybe you were supposed to go in the front or something. Concluding that you probably aren’t where you’re supposed to be, you turn off the car and get out only to be greeted by the sound of buzzing lips.

You can hear a baby’s voice, mimicking some kind of vehicle’s sound, and for a second you’re worried this place must have you hearing things. Then, from a swinging door to the front comes a little girl, running and babbling to herself about her toy helicopter.

She has a head full of dark brown curls, tied back into two puffs with pink scrunchies, and matching pink leggings and a t-shirt far too big for her, the back emblazoned with the shop’s logo. She’s barefoot, tiny feet slapping against the cold cement.

“I told you I had to piss, Fish!” A man’s voice shouts from one end of the garage.

“No you didn’t, dipshit!” Another man shouts back. Being caught in the middle of their argument is quite comical, if you’re being honest with yourself. “She’s fucking two! You can’t leave her alone like that, man!”

The first voice is matched to a person as a tall blonde man emerges from the customer service side of the shop. “Marisol Morales, come here,” he insists sternly as he rolls up the sleeves of his jumpsuit. “Come on, you’re gonna trip.” Ben is embroidered on a patch over his heart.

She pouts at him before stumbling forward and continuing to run, stopping as she sees you and looking up in confusion. Her lower lip sticks out in a pout as her eyes scan your face, as if she’s trying to remember if she knows who you are. “Hi,” she finally concedes as you bend to her level.

“Hi there,” you smile and hold out a hand. “What’s your name?” You pick her up, holding her on your hip so that she doesn’t trip, like Ben so desperately feared.

The second, unknown voice shouts for the little girl again before boots clunk on concrete up to you, rounding your car and stopping. This must be the girl’s father, you realize, as you rake your eyes up his body. He wears the same navy blue jumpsuit as the other man, though it’s unsnapped over his chest, exposing the white t-shirt beneath. The patch on his chest reads Catfish. He wears a ball cap and warm brown curls peek out from under it. He has scruff and a hooked nose that perfectly matches the one on the little girl. “I Mari,” she introduces herself proudly.

“Hey, leave her alone, Mar,” the man shakes his head as he hoists her up to hold her on his hip. “I’m so sorry about that,” he says with an embarrassed smile, showing a dimple beneath the scruff on his chin.

“No, it’s not a problem,” you laugh then set her down and tell the little girl your name. “Aren’t you just the cutest?” You chuckle as she looks at you. She blushes and buries her face in the man’s chest, giggling shyly.

He looks down at the little girl then up at you again. “Well, uh, hi. I’m Frankie, and you’ve met Mari already.”

“Your daughter?” you ask as you look at the pudgy little girl, who now stares at you in awe.

Frankie nods and adjusts his ball cap, pushing his hair back with it. “Yep. Our nanny is on vacation, so she gets to hang out around here,” he chuckles and kisses her head, setting her down. “Go see Benny, yeah?” He asks her. She happily waddles off towards the blonde man, who gives you a wave then heads into the back. “What brings you in?”

“Would you laugh if I told you I don’t really know?” You admit with a shy smile. “My check engine light came on while I was on the highway. I don’t know the first thing about cars, so I was hoping you’d figure out what that meant.”

“Nah, no laughing here,” he nods and gives you a genuine smile before looking over at your car. “Shouldn’t be too much of a problem. I’ll have you pop the hood for me and I’ll give it a look?” He asks.

“That would be great. Thank you,” you tell him, the desperation for his help in your voice. Now that you get the chance to really look at him, he’s quite attractive. His eyes are deep set and a beautiful brown, and they crinkle when he smiles. Facial expressions only accentuate the lines in his face, but he’s certainly not old. His eyes still hold his youth.

“No problem.” He leads you to the car and you pop the hood open before getting out. “Could I take your keys?” he asks you. “Just so I can turn it on and off and all that good stuff.”

“Yeah, of course,” you nod frantically and hand them over to him. “I’ll… be in the waiting room?”

“That’s how we usually do it,” he chuckles as he takes the keys from you. “Just shout for Benny if Mari annoys you again.”

That makes you frown. “She’s not annoying at all. She’s adorable,” you smile as you look over your shoulder and see her and the blonde man playing together.

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive,” he laughs and points his wrench at you as he walks to the hood of the car.

Shaking your head, you can’t help but laugh as you head back to the waiting room. You walk in and Mari perks up, turning to look at you. “Hi! Playing helicopter,” she tells you in her stunted speech as she holds up the toy.

“You sure are,” you nod and sit next to her. “Can I play?” You ask, looking up at Benny, silently asking him the question too.

He nods and Mari squeals happily. “Friend!” She shrieks and hands you another helicopter. “Go pew pew, okay?” She drags them across the toy mat like they’re cars, and you follow suit.

“Okay,” you laugh. Looking up at the blonde man, you extend a smile his way and introduce yourself. He’s busy repairing a Barbie dollhouse with a screwdriver.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Ben, Benny, whatever you wanna call me.”

Driving your helicopter around the ground, following Mari’s lead, you chuckle. “No preference?”

“Fish calls me Benny.”

“Fish?” You ask and tip your head.

“Frankie, whatever. We’re buddies from the service. His code name was Catfish,” the man explains with a shrug, testing the hinges of the plastic door.

That makes you smile down at Frankie’s daughter. “Really, just buddies? Could’ve sworn you’d be brothers,” you tease the blonde, blue-eyed man. “Does Frankie know how to do his daughter’s hair?” You ask and fiddle with her two pigtails.

“Yes, he does,” Frankie insists as he walks out to the front, cleaning a wrench. “But just barely.”

You look up at him, embarrassed. “Her pigtails just look a little messy. Then again, she was running around like crazy,” you laugh and watch her rush over to Frankie, insisting he pick her up.

Bending down to grab her, Frankie groans at the ache in his joints. “She was. I could use some pointers, if you’ve got ‘em.”

“Of course,” you nod and stand too, brushing the dust from the concrete floor off on your pants. “What’s the verdict on the car?” You ask.

Frankie turned, watching as Benny walks out to the shop, but he turns back to face you. “Oh, right. The engine was misfiring, and unburned fuel was being put into the exhaust system, and that damaged the catalytic converter.”

You nod as you listen to him, really staring at his face more than anything. He’s just so damn pretty, you note as you admire the curve of his nose, his slightly sunken and dark eyes. His lips look beautiful and soft, even though they seem a little chapped. When he stops talking, it takes you a second to process it. “I don’t know what that means,” you admit with a shy smile. “I told you. I don’t know shit about cars,” you laugh, playing it off like you were lost when you were really lost in his eyes.

He shakes his head and laughs, bouncing Mari on his hip. “Your car is gonna need some work. Couple hours,” he shrugs. “If Benny and I get to working on it together, an hour and a half, maybe?” He admits.

“Yeah, that’s great. I can watch Mari,” you offer.

Frankie would never be this trusting normally. You’re a straight-up stranger, but your demeanor is good enough for him. Besides, you’re right here. He can check on the two of you every so often, and Mari seems to love you. “That would be great,” he smiles. “You really don’t have to.”

“No, I have nothing better to do,” you chuckle and look at the little girl. “You wanna play?”

Mari nods excitedly and Frankie sets her down. She rushes back to her toy mat and you watch her go. “Thank you, again, for fixing all this.”

“Just doing my job,” he nods. This time, it’s his turn to admire you. He stares at your face, examining the curves and angles that make you up. Your eyes are kind and warm as they follow the little girl, and he can see that he’s making a good choice here.

When you sit down, Mari comes and sits cross-legged across from you. “What are we gonna play?” You ask her, looking at her wide variety of toys. Her pile includes dinosaurs, Matchbox cars, lots of toy helicopters and planes, Barbie dolls, and a plastic tea set.

“Tea party!” She says and hands you a tiny plastic cup and a felt muffin.

“Oh my goodness,” you gasp in a fake accent. “How delightful!”

Frankie peeks over his shoulder at the two of you. He could really get used to that sight.

-

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[aliwritesfic]

The Wedding Date (F!Reader x Frankie Morales) (part 6)

Summary: After walking in on your boyfriend boning the neighbour, you suddenly find yourself single and without a plus one to four weddings over the summer. Wanting to avoid looks of pity and the 'still single?' comments, your best friend Olivia Miller suggests you take a friend of her brothers; Frankie Morales.

Warnings (for the series as a whole): infidelity and consequences of that, drinking, drug use, swearing, eventual smut, 10 year age gap

Rating: 18+

W/C: 1.9k

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The waiting room smelt like oil and the rubber of tyres. You looked over the bill that had been handed to you by the greasy looking mechanic and bit your lip. Something just didn’t seem right about it. You pulled out your phone and opened up to the text chain between you and Frankie.

You: you busy rn?

His reply came less than a minute later. It had been almost two weeks since he had stayed at your place, and while both of you texted each other almost constantly, you hadn’t had a chance to see each other again.

Frankie Fishie: Not really, what’s up?

You: can you take a look at this for me, it doesnt look right but idk enough about cars to know if somethings up w/ it

You quickly snapped a photo of the paper invoice and sent it to him. You felt slightly annoyed that you didn’t know enough about cars to know if you were being ripped off, but it wasn’t your fault that you had been more interested in catching frogs than helping your dad with his car. It also wasn’t your fault that this was your first car that you didn’t have your dad to help out with maintenance on.

Your phone began to vibrate in your hand with a call from Frankie, snapping you out of your annoyance.

“Hello?”

“Three hundred for an oil change? Premium air?” He sounded pissed. You grimaced.

“The guy said it would make my tyres last longer,” you said.

“A hundred for air? Air is free! It’s everywhere! You don’t pay for air! Where are you?”

“MacPhersons, down on Azalea street.”

“Do not give them a cent until I get there.”

He hung up, leaving you grimacing. He was angry, that much was obvious. Was he angry at you for not knowing about cars? You stole a glance out of the corner of your eye at the mechanic that sat at the reception desk, patiently waiting.

Twenty minutes later, Frankie barged into the shop. His cap pulled low over his head, flannel shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing strong arms streaked with oil. He turned to you and held his hand out for the invoice.

“This how you run your business?” he demanded of the man sitting at the desk. “Ripping people off because they don’t know any better?”

“We don’t rip anyone off,” the man huffed, standing up and puffing out his chest.

“The fuck you don’t! Air is free, mother fucker! Tell me how charging for it isn’t a rip off! Tell me how charging nine hundred dollars for a goddamn car service isn’t fucking highway robbery!”

“The air is top quality. And we charge for labour,” the man sneered. Frankie rolled his eyes.

“Fillin’ someones tyres isn’t worth a hundred bucks you stupid fuck,” he snapped. “Now I’m gonna tell you what’s happening here. I’m gonna give you a hundred bucks, you’re gonna give me the keys to the car, and we’re gonna leave.”

The man raised an eyebrow. “Or what?”

“Or I’m gonna jump the counter.”

You reeled back, watching the encounter unfold.

“Or, maybe I’ll give Johnny MacPhearson a call and get him down here. I’m sure he’d love to hear about the reputation he and his legacy is gaining around town under the supervision of his dumbass sons.”

Frankie slammed a crisp hundred down on the counter and held out his hand. “I’m only gonna ask once more. Give me the keys.”

Reluctantly, the man behind the desk pulled your keys out from his pocket and placed them in Frankie’s hand.

“Let’s go,” he turned towards the door, handing you the keys as he passed. You followed quickly, not wanting to spend another second in the tiny room. The smell of oil was starting to give you a headache anyway.

Once outside, Frankie turned to you with a raised brow.

“I’m sorry for making you come down here,” you said.

“You didn’t make me do anything,” he said, “I came because I wanted to.”

“I know but like, you were at work, right? I’ve probably put you behind for the whole day.”

“That’s what I have employees for. Listen, I gotta get back but I’ll text you my shop address. I want you to come over tonight. I don’t trust these guys to have not fucked something up and I’ll sleep better once I’ve given your car a look over.”

“Okay but let me pay you back first,” you reached into your bag for your purse, but he was already halfway to his truck.

“We’ll talk about it tonight!”

You sighed and got into your own car, groaning at the way the seat had been pushed all the way back so your feet couldn’t reach the pedals. After several minutes fucking around with adjustments, you were finally on your way home, mind buzzing with the idea of being alone with Frankie again.

~

You arrived just after six, your dinky little car out of place amongst the trucks that were scattered around the shop. Frankie wiped his greasy hands on a rag and stood to greet you. You pulled up next to him and pointed to a box of pizza in your passenger seat.

“Consider it part of my payment?” you asked, handing him the box.

“You’re not paying me for this,” he said, slightly annoyed that you would even assume that he would charge you.

“Yes I am,” you said simply.

“No,” he countered. For the second time, he held your keys in his hand, raising a brow at the small keychain figurine. “What the fuck is this?”

“It’s Mr Baldwin! I made him in a whittling class. And yes I am paying you do not make me cage match you over this I am scrappy and I will win.”

Frankie set the pizza down next to his toolbox and gestured for you to take a seat in the only rolling chair that still had all its wheels. He thought for a moment, not at all interested in the idea of taking money from you.

“How about we compromise?” he ran his thumb over the top of the smooth wooden shell, something he realised you must have done hundreds of times yourself. “Your cousin's wedding is next week, and you said you’ve already got a hotel?”

“Yeah but the hotel is cheap as shit,” you said through a mouthful of pizza.

“And after the friends discount and the pizza, this is cheap as shit too,” he popped the hood and turned his cap around. “You’re going to Benny’s tomorrow?”

“I was thinking about it, Olivia is peer pressuring me into it.”

“Buy me a six pack and we’ll call it square.”

He couldn’t see you while his head was bent over your engine, but he could imagine the frown that appeared whenever you were considering something that you weren’t liking.

You were stubborn, but he could be even more so.

“Fine,” you finally said as he checked the oil. At least those fuckers at MacPhersons had actually changed it. He grinned at you and you smiled almost shyly back.

Soon the only sound was of the scratchy radio that was permanently tuned to the oldies station and of his tools as he replaced your wiper fluid, spark plugs and fan belt. Normally, the shop was filled with the sounds of his employees yelling at each other, loud tools and car engines turning over. He always liked working late, into the quiet of the night, when he could really focus on the task at hand.

You made good company, occasionally handing him tools and asking him about what he was doing with your car. He was more than happy to provide answers, pointing to small things that he would be happy to give you a proper demonstration on later.

More and more Frankie realised he enjoyed having you around, that your presence was a comfort. He had first had the thought when he had stayed the night at your house, after he had opened up about his aversion to rain. The way you had sat quietly and just listened, not pressuring for more details, not judging him for something that for so long had felt like a weakness, a fault in his genetic makeup.

Now, here in his shop, you were relaxed, feeding him bites of pizza so he wouldn’t have to use his dirty hands, and taking the occasional photo on your phone.

“Do you mind if I put some of these on Insta?” you asked, showing him the photos, which were mainly selfies with him with your car in the background. “I think it would be a nice way to remember the first time I ripped you off.”

“At least don’t upload ones where I look like I’m in the middle of sneezing,” he said. “And you’re not ripping me off.”

“Okay, come here for a second, we’ll take a nice one.”

Reluctantly, he shuffled over and avoided looking at his own face on the screen. He instead chose to focus on you, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a smile. You snapped a few like that, both smiling at the screen. Then, without warning, you turned your head and kissed him on the cheek. Lips soft against his scruff, he felt a flush warm his neck.

“Perfect,” you said, scrolling through the photos, showing him as you did. Frankie had to admit, they turned out pretty nicely. He usually hated taking photos, always more comfortable behind the lense rather than in front. But yet again, you had put him at ease.

You sat back down on the chair, rolling yourself in place as you typed away on your phone for a while.

Frankie finished as it was closing on nine, going over all the changes he had made and silently cursing the idiots over at MacPhersons. He’d be calling up Johnny in the morning to let the old man know what an abysmal job his kids had done.

You hugged Frankie tightly as he gave you your keys back, thanking him and telling him the rest of the pizza was his.

He made his way home slowly, stopping off at the 24/7 grocery store to stock up on essentials. His phone buzzed in his back pocket as he browsed through the selection of candy.

Jo: You up?

It was their way of asking the other to come over for a couple of hours. It didn’t matter what time of day or night. It was always you up?

Busy for a while.

He sent back, deciding on a dark chocolate.

At home, while he lay in bed, his phone buzzed again. This time it was from Benny, a screenshot of your post on instagram. He squinted at it in the dark, realising that you used the photo of you kissing his cheek.

A smooch and some pizza seems like fair repayment for working on my car, right? <3

A message accompanied the screenshot.

Benny: u look happy here, fish. consider that.

Consider what? Frankie rolled onto his back, confused. You were his friend, of course he was happy to hang out with you. He would ask Benny to be a bit less cryptic tomorrow at his party, if he remembered.

Tagging: @idreamofboobear @pjkimrn @gracie7209 @sunnshineeexoxo @lorosette @fangirl-316 @dihra-vesa @astoryisaloveaffair @theanothersherlockian @pedritobalmando @blub-senpai @maievdenoir @prostitute-robot-from-the-future @bobbydearest @icanbeyourjedi

#the wedding date #frankie x reader #frankie morales #triple frontier #fransisco morales #frankie catfish morales

[athalien]

🐟Frankie “Catfish” Morales Fic Recs Part 5🐟

MAIN LIST (PART 1 | PART 2)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

**Well I lied last time, I’ll probably keep doing these. Sorry in advanced if ambush you with notifs 😅

Being updated (some may be on hiatus)

Quarantine au @mellowswriting

The Night Shift @aliwritesfic

Miller Morales mechanic shop @pascalpanic

Fixer upper @givemethatgold

We all deserve a fairytale @winter-fox-queen

My side of the fence @missminkylove

Forest ranger frankie @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Feel the rhythm, feel the heat @the-purity-pen

I’m on fire @jedifarmerr

To you my heart I surrender @icanbeyourjedi

Frizzy universe @wyn-n-tonic

Fix you @astoryisaloveaffair

Near the water’s edge @paisley-print

Completed

Domestic fluffy Frankie @queenofthefaceless

Calling home @littlepadika

Afterglow @forever-rogue

Wonderful tonight @theewokingdead

Sunday morning @criticallyacclaimedstranger

Daydreams @javisjeanjacket

Begging @letterfromvienna

Completed series

The alewife @wardenparker

Lovefool @heythere-mel

Grouped fics

@clydesducktape

Basement 89

I’d give you my world

@goddessofsprings

Trick r treat

Snowed in

@toomanystoriessolittletime

Sunday morning

Going back home

@pascalscenarios

By the fire

The one (being updated)

@supernaturalgirl20

There can only be one (Frankie’s side)

Pleasant surprise

Nothing in the world (being updated)

Roommates

@frankiemoraleswifexo

Kissing in the rain

The one

@themand0lorian

Flufftober

Meddling friends

Self Conscious

Slow Dancing

Flowers

@autumnleaves1991-blog

Frankie gif story

Massage

@starwarslove16

Can’t get enough

Do it again

Red string (being updated)

** (These are not all of the fics I have read, just some that I felt subconscious to comment on [I tend to get in my head and overthink what to comment] or forgot to… the rest of my recommendations are on #celery and rosé queue)

[beskarboobs]

YAY 100 FOLLOWERS! Thanks so much for being here, I'm still so stunned. I made this blog back in April because I was feeling lonely, I was in need of a Pedro outlet and I was seeing so much hype on tiktok about tumblr fanfiction so I took the plunge into fandom. I have only been creative since June and I definitely plan on making more playlists, memes and who knows what else!

I have read some amazing stories from incredible writers, some of them being my beloved mutuals 💕So why not give them a shoutout: the following fanfics have either floored me, made me yearn, smile,swoon, cry, scream, taught me something about myself or emotionally moved me etc 💖👇

Din Djarin:

Cyare Series

Control- @queenofthefaceless

From the Ashes

Market Days

In Quiet Softness

Universe of Two- @heartsofbeskar

All That Glitters- @bestinbeskar

Silk- @juletheghoul

Retry - @slater-baby

Bargaining With Beskar - @beskarberry

Miscommunication- @ezrasbirdie

Rescue Me

A Brush of Life- @charnelhouse

Blast From the Past- @pedro-pascal-love

Purpose- @littlepadika

Improper- @1800-fight-me

Borrowed Time - @mandoalorian

Stitches- @djarinsbeskar

Laid Bare- @pedros-mustache

My Girl- @toomanystoriessolittletime

Irrational

Trust is a Luxury- @pascalpanic

WaterPark!Din

Needed This - @starlightmornings

When Did You Stop Loving Me? - @pedrocentric

The Way - @asta-lily

Javier Peña:

Bad Guy

Lay it on Me

The One That You Love - queenofthefaceless

Biblichor - @jedi-jesi

Bittersweet Strawberry - @folklord

A Good Woman - @la-lunaluna

Rushingly Bittersweet

As the Trees Miss the Autumn - @danniburgh

To Sell Your Love For Peace - @brandyllyn

Insecurities - @ezrasbirdie

This Cat is DEA - @writefightandflightclub

Bad Coffee - @beskarhearts

Caffeine Rush - @pascalpanic

Chucho Always Knows - @anxiousandboujee

You Thought - @anaaaispunk

Frankie Morales:

Fixer Upper

Miller Morales Mechanic Shop - pascalpanic

Libertas

Oblivius- juletheghoul

Calling Home - @littlepadika

The Tenant - @sharkbait77

El Chico Del Apt 512 - @castleamc

Evergreen Intrusion - @danniburgh

Marcus Pike:

Begin Again - pascalpanic

Evie’s Infinite Playlist - @day-off-inkyoto

Farmer’s Market - @ezrasbirdie

Dave York:

Hot Summer Nights - @danniburgh

Well, This is Awkward - @pedro-pascal-love

Dulcis - juletheghoul

Welcome Home

Heartbeat - @day-off-inkyoto

Rare - ezrasbirdie

Wish You the Best - @pascalslittlebrat

Jack Daniels:

In the Dead of Night

Anchor - castleamc

The Traveler - @silksaddle

Blood and Crushed Veneer - ezrasbirdie

Helping Hands - anxiousandboujee

Pero Tovar:

All That Glitters - @beskarberry

Ever A Surprise - @librariantothejedi

Ezra:

Little Flowers

Heartstrings- day-off-inkyoto

Maxwell Lord:

What’s Love Got To Do With It - @storiesofthefandomlovers

Like Father Like Daughter

You Broke My Headboard - @mandoalorian

Marcus Moreno:

Honeymoon - @moralesispunk

Oberyn Martell:

Solís - juletheghoul

Foreigner's God - @pedropascaldice

Miscellaneous:

Desires and Complications Marcus Pike x F!reader x Dave York - ezrasbirdie

Interruption Frankie Morales x F!Reader x Max Phillips - @mandocrasis

Versus Frankie Morales x F!Reader x Dave York - @astroboots

First Day of School…. GROGU DJARIN - @grogusmum

**some “@“ are removed to counteract tumblr’s dumb 50 tag maximum thing

#yes dinjamin is indeed my favorite #but don't tell him #i just know im forgetting some people and i'm SORRY #next time! #i truly love all of these and i even re-read some #y'all are so damn talented and I hope you know that #max phillips im so sorry sweetie i will warm up to you soon #pedro pascal characters #fic rec #fic rec list #100 follower celebration #mine

[oogaboogasphincter]

Kinktober Day 18

💜my kinktober masterlist

pairing: frankie morales x gn!reader

prompt: c*ck worship💚hand jobs💚sex work/prostitution (prompt list by @the-purity-pen)

rating: E (explicit) 18+ only!

word count: 1.0k+

warnings: oral (m receiving), deepthroating, a lil bit of gagging, frankie’s stressed at the beginning but not at reader, inexcusable abandonment of good pizza in order to give a blowjob, a couple of swears, food and alcohol mention+the tiniest bit of drinking, reader is gender neutral and no use of afab or amab

author’s note: i want to start writing more gender neutral fics so that more readers can enjoy them :) i hope they’re just as enjoyable as my f! or afab! reader pieces. feel free to let me know if you liked it! also mechanic!frankie was directly inspired by @pascalpanic​‘s Miller Morales Mechanic Shop series, which i highly recommend you check out! :)

gif by @djarsdin​

Frankie had had a shit day. The most annoying customers had rolled into his mechanic shop; more than half of them questioned the validity of his recommendations. 

If you can fix it so well yourself, why’d you bother coming here? he grumbled under his breath after an apprehensive eyebrow at his diagnosis of a battery in need of replacing. 

Benny wasn’t much help. He had been KOed in a fight over the weekend, leaving him with a puffy purple eyelid, a crooked nose and a fat lip. Frankie didn’t blame Benny, he commemorated him for even showing up to work; but his lack of energy didn’t go unnoticed. 

Santi and Will had called at lunch. Instead of feeling warm from hearing his friends, they made him feel guilty for not being able to see them in weeks. Frankie explained that work was busy (Benny verified this) and that he was just too tired to go out like they used to. All Santi did was huff and brush it off as an excuse.

Now on the couch with a cold beer at his side, showered and changed from his coveralls to flannel pajamas and a sweatshirt, Frankie tries to relax. He has taken a few sips from the bottle but they haven’t done much to ease his tension. Running his thumb along the mouth of it, he can’t find the motivation to keep drinking, so he sets the beer on the end table. Frustrated he can’t muddy his crankiness with liquor, he tries to watch the baseball game playing on the television in front of him. He’s not fond of either team, but there’s nothing else on that is remotely interesting. After a few snail-paced pitches, his agitation is nipping at him more than before. Even the colors of the players’ jerseys are starting to piss him off.

Let’s gain some speed, he thinks. He searches for a hockey game, imagining the catharsis that is paired with watching a fight break out amongst skaters, but he comes up with nothing. Just as he’s about to call it quits and go to bed early, you come through the door.

“Hey Franks!” you shout through the house. His hand peeks up from behind the back of the couch in a wave as you turn to find the source of the mouthwatering scent that hit you in the face when you came in: his favorite takeout pizza. 

“Ooh, nice!”

You grab a slice and plop down on the couch next to him. Heat radiates off of him in waves, but it’s not the alluring kind. You’ve learned sometimes it’s better to let him wallow in his emotions, but in instances like these you feel that you could help, “What’s wrong?”

He shrugs, running a weak hand through his damp hair, “Just a shitty day at work.”

You lean forward and set your uneaten pizza on the coffee table to attend to something that caught your eye when you sat down. Your fingers skim over Frankie’s pajama bottoms and wrap around his half-hard cock gently. Lips find his neck, peppering soft kisses up to his ear, where you whisper, “Can I make you feel better?”

He turns and gives you a kiss, parting with a tired grin and crinkled eyes, “I would but I’m fucking exhausted, honey.” 

“Who said anything about you doing the work?”

His eyebrows raise at that statement, his smile widening. He chuffs, “Well, in that case...”

The room is filled with laughter as you take your place on your knees, on the floor in front of him. He lifts his ass up so you can pull down his pajamas just enough so that his cock springs free. The man wears at least two layers on the daily, you have no idea how he can be so cold all the time, and it only gets worse when he’s tired.

You begin by licking over every square centimeter of his dick. Testicles, shaft, frenulum, head - the whole region is covered in a layer of saliva. Your palms find his hips, gaining leverage. Then, ever so slowly, you fit his entire length down your throat. His fingers intertwine with yours on his lap, a swear flowing out of his mouth in an intoxicated breath. You hum around him before retracting; your tongue flicks his tip over and over again. Brows furrowing in pleasure, the grip he has on your hands tightening, you lower to swirl your tongue around the delicate skin of his balls. He looks to the ceiling, knowing that if he watched you devour his cock for any longer then he would cum instantly. Stretched tendons in his neck beg you to leave his cock and suck love bites onto them, but you keep to his lower half and just admire.

Assuming a pattern of gagging on his length and focusing on the tip, you can tell Frankie’s dangerously close to cumming. His fingers stutter around yours, his moans are getting louder and, every now and then, he can’t stop his hips from bucking into your mouth, pushing his cock deeper down. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

Releasing him, you tease, “Yeah?”

He nods frantically, licking the inside of his bottom lip, “Yeah.”

You take his cock back in your mouth, you take it back deep. Deeper than before. So deep that when you wiggle the tip of your tongue, spit leaks onto his balls with a tickle of your wet muscle. His earlier warning soon proves to be true when thick white ropes spurt out of him. 

You choke on his release but are committed to doing whatever it takes to keep up those ecstatic groans clawing their way out of his chest. Any trace of pain in your throat is overtaken by searing pleasure when you feel his hand on the back of your head, keeping you in place. Despite all of the action going on in your mouth, you moan with him; the vibrations only add to the intensity of his orgasm. With a wiggle of your head, rubbing his overstimulated tip against the back of your throat, you release him.

You tease him again, “Do you feel any better?”

The aftershocks of his orgasm are making him feel all warm and sleepy. His head lolls to his shoulder, eyes almost closing in bliss, “Fuck yeah, I do,” he leans forward to cup your cheek, “Give me 15 minutes and I’ll return the favor, honey.”

💘taglist: @pascalpanic

#tppkinktober2021 #kinktober 2021 #frankie morales x reader #frankie catfish morales x reader #frankie morales x gn!reader #frankie catfish morales x gn!reader #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #pedro pascal characters #kinktober #why this bitch gotta have like 5 iterations of his name

[frankiemorales]

Miller Morales Mechanics Shop - @pascalpanic

#Frankie morales #benny miller #Frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal #garrett hedlund #triple frontier #moodboard #aesthetic #edit #new #minimal #mechanic!au #fic #pascalpanic #mine #ty rambles #ty’s edits

[doubleattitude]

Radix Dance Convention, Dallas, TX: RESULTS

High Scores by Age:

Rookie Solo

1st: Lucia Piedrahita-’Fields of Gold’

2nd: Sylvie Win Szyndlar-’Rainbow Connection’

3rd: Ariella Scott-’Baby I’m A Star’

4th: Shale Herrera-’Wonderful World’

5th: Capri Barrett-’Ladies Night’

5th: Gwen Kramer-’Suitcase’

6th: Grace Bednar-’Cold Hearted’

7th: Saige Hibbard-’I’m A Star’

7th: Audrey Tiss-’When She Loved Me’

8th: Dejana Kostur-’More Than Words’

9th: Hayden Goren-’Cha Cha Cha’

10th: Maeve Olsen-’River’

Mini Solo

1st: Braylynn Grizzaffi-’God’s Creatures’

1st: Ellary Day Szyndlar-’Light Gathers’

2nd: Anna Holley-’Reminiscence’

3rd: Ainsley Epton-’Presto Change O’

4th: Paislyn Schroeder-’Defeated’

4th: Journey Uy-’Donna’

4th: Sasha Milstein-’Ephemera’

4th: Cali Cassidy-’Weird People’

5th: Isabella Piedrahita-’All Along’

5th: Mia Menjivar-’Spiral’

6th: Ava Grace Merritt-’Clumsy’

7th: Olivia Armstrong-’Hit Me With A Hot Note’

7th: Claire Gestring-’On The Mast of Faith’

7th: Sophia Bodendorf-’What Can I Do?’

8th: Olivia Meehan-’Parade’

8th: Delilah Hewitt-’Shop Around’

8th: Annie Carlson-’Young’

9th: Kinsley Eversole-’Circus’

9th: Olivia Randolph-’Unchained Melody’

10th: Evelin Peterson-’Able To Love’

10th: Atlee  Millard-’Big Time’

10th: Madison Ramsey-’Sunny’

Junior Solo

1st: Laci Stoico-’Mibiso’

2nd: Campbell Clark-’I’ll Be Seeing You’

3rd: Maddie Ortega-’Island Song’

3rd: Kira Chan-’Mama’

4th: Kaili Kester-’Red’

5th: Avalon Rivera-’L Train’

5th: Breanna Bieler-’Moonlight Sonata’

6th: Audrey Domingo-’Eclipse’

6th: Stella Eberts-’Valley’

7th: London Barron-’Bones’

7th: Avery Lee-’New York, New York’

7th: Gigi Johnson-’The Way It Was’

8th: Riley Zeitler-’Breathe’

8th: Lillie Lainer-’Business of Love’

8th: Tiffany Morales-’Over The Love’

9th: Eastyn Turner-’Afraid of The Dark’

9th: Carolyne Knutson-’Peace’

9th: Mia Narvaez-’Who am I?’

10th: Emmy Claire Kaiden-’Eyesore’

10th: Layla Solsvig-’Like A River Runs’

10th: Madison De Dios-’On My Mind’

Teen Solo

1st: Willow Notary-’Expo’

1st: Avery Lau-’Fear of the Unknown and The Blazing Sun’

2nd: Kaitlyn Tom-’Charity Hound’

3rd: Charlotte Cogan-’You’

4th: Ava Greenwaldt-’Outside The Lines’

5th: June Hurley-’Don’t Think of Me Like That’

5th: Grace Underwood-’Sing’

6th: Kaitlyn Ortega-’All Human Beings’

6th: Georgia Ehrlich-’On My Mind’

7th: Nia Kester-’Cellophane’

7th: Madeleine Chen-’Luminous’

7th: Laira Naslund-’Mountainside’

7th: Taylor Hoke-’Wild Is the Wind’

8th: Sarah Laskowski-’Broken’

8th: Sasha Zitser-’Do You Love Me’

9th: Maia Sokmanan-’Everything’

9th: Leigha Sanderson-’Gypsy’

9th: Kenzie Jones-’Love Of My Life’

9th: Kaylin Lehmann-’Speaking’

10th: Riley Platenberg-’Talking Points’

10th: Tatum Johnstone-’The Fall’

10th: Alexis Olson-’The Final Call’

10th: Avery Reyes-’The Garden’

10th: Faith Kramb-’Wicked Games’

Senior Solo

1st: Skye Notary-’Inside The Color’

2nd: Anna Miller-’50 Ways’

3rd: Priscilla Tom-’The Blues’

4th: Ariel Banfalvy-’Existence’

4th: Perris Amento-’Addicted to Love’

4th: Mikayla Sokmanan-’Free’

4th: Sydney Solomon-’Looking For You’

4th: Lauren Wallingford-’Put Your Head On My Shoulder’

4th: Keylee Watkins-’The Source’

5th: Riley Canterbury-’Nothing Compares’

5th: Clara Gough-’Snow Queen of Texas’

5th: Christina Naslund-’So Low’

5th: Megan McAdoo-’Timeless Existence’

5th: Makenna Wallace-’Woman’s Work’

6th: Kendall Scott-’Heart of Glass’

6th: Olivya Sessing-’House On The Hill’

7th: Dakota La Penna-’Dancing Under red Skies’

7th: Britton Moore-’Radiator’

7th: Cameron Suckle-’Sweet Dreams’

8th: Mikaela Quintana-’I Will Rescue You’

8th: Emily Chen-’Mike and Judy’

9th: Jordi Landry-’Far Away’

9th: Eyllah Babbitt-’Only The Bravest’

9th: Kennedy McCann-’Why’

10th: Brooke Ricketts-’Blank Page’

Open Solo

1st: Summer Martin-’Insomnia’

Rookie Duo/Trio

1st: Danceplex-’Stand By Me’

2nd: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Fashionista’

3rd: AVANTI Dance Company-’It Must Be Love’

Mini Duo/Trio

1st: AVANTI Dance Company-’Gracious’

2nd: The Industry Dance Academy-’About That Walk’

3rd: Stars Dance Studio-’Rescue’

Junior Duo/Trio

1st: Elements Dance Space-’Seperate’

2nd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Go Girl’

3rd: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Painted Black’

Teen Duo/Trio

1st: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Blue Jeans’

2nd: The Dallas Conservatory-’Falling Like The Stars’

3rd: The Dallas Conservatory-’Changes Of The Wind’

Senior Duo/Trio

1st: AVANTI Dance Company-’Small Things’

2nd:  AVANTI Dance Company-’Would You Be Mine’

3rd: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Landslide’

Mini Group

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Hey Pachuco’

2nd: The Industry Dance Academy-’Brighter Days’

2nd: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Nails Hair Hips Heels’

3rd: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Angel’s Staircase’

Junior Group

1st: AVANTI Dance Company-’Clones’

2nd: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Agness’

3rd: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Dreams’

Teen Group

1st: The Industry Dance Academy-’Parachute’

2nd: The Industry Dance Academy-’Pale Yellow’

3rd: The Industry Dance Academy-’In In’

3rd: AVANTI Dance Company-’The Cuckoo’s Nest’

Senior Group

1st: AVANTI Dance Company -’Strange’

2nd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Need U Tonight’

3rd: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Say Goodbye’

Rookie Line

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Minions’

Mini Line

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Enter Sandman’

2nd: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Monsters’

3rd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Work’

Junior Line

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Let’s Get Loud’

2nd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Can You Dig It?’

3rd: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Sun’

Teen Line

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Bohemian Rhapsody’

1st: AVANTI Dance Company-’Sellers of Flowers’

2nd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Fever’

2nd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Runnin’

3rd: The Industry Dance Academy-’Highway 27′

Senior Line

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’One Eye Open’

Mini Extended Line

1st: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’I Don’t Speak French’

2nd: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Bills’

Teen Extended Line

1st: AVANTI Dance Company-’What Kind of Man’

2nd: The Industry Dance Academy-’Flashing Lights’

3rd: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Sinking Deep’

High Scores by Performance Division:

Rookie Hip-Hop

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Minions’

Mini Jazz

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Hey Pachuco’ 2nd: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Nails Hair Hips Heels’ 3rd: The Industry Dance Academy-’Mambo 5′

Mini Ballet

1st: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Code Name Vivaldi’

Mini Hip-Hop

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Monsters’ 2nd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Mechanics’

Mini Tap

1st: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Bills’ 2nd: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Places’

Mini Contemporary

1st: The Industry Dance Academy-’Brighter Days’ 2nd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Glad It’s Raining’ 3rd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Work’

Mini Lyrical

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Angel’s Staircase’ 2nd: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’I Will Always Love You’

Mini Specialty

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Enter Sandman’

Junior Jazz

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Agness’ 2nd: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Let’s Get Loud’ 3rd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Can You Dig It?’

Junior Ballet

1st: The Industry Dance Academy-’Spring’

Junior Hip-Hop

1st: AVANTI Dance Company-’Clones’ 2nd: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Missy’

Junior Tap

1st: The Industry Dance Academy-’Jitterbug’

Junior Contemporary

1st: The Industry Dance Academy-’Clairvoyance’ 2nd: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Sun’ 3rd: The Industry Dance Academy-’No Darkness’

Junior Lyrical

1st: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’I Will Rescue You’

Junior Musical Theatre

1st: The Industry Dance Academy-’West Side Story’

Junior Specialty

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Dreams’

Teen Jazz

1st: AVANTI Dance Company-’Fever’ 2nd: AVANTI Dance Company-’Emotional Rescue’ 3rd: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Bajale’

Teen Hip-Hop

1st: AVANTI Dance Company-’Runnin’

Teen Tap

1st: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Can’t Hold Us’ 2nd: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Dress’

Teen Contemporary

1st: AVANTI Dance Company-’What Kind of Man’ 2nd: The Industry Dance Academy-’Parachute’ 3rd: The Industry Dance Academy-’Pale Yellow’

Teen Lyrical

1st: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Ne Me Quitte Pas’ 2nd: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’I Don’t Think About You’ 3rd: Pure Movement Dance-’You Take My Breath Away’

Teen Ballroom

1st: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Que Calor’

Teen Specialty

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Bohemian Rhapsody’ 2nd: The Industry Dance Academy-’Flashing Lights’ 3rd: Pure Movement Dance-’Maneater’

Senior Jazz

1st: AVANTI Dance Company-’Need U Tonight’ 2nd: The Industry Dance Academy-’Mein Herr’ 3rd: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’One Eye Open’

Senior Hip-Hop

1st: Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Formation’

Senior Contemporary

1st: AVANTI Dance Company -’Strange’ 2nd: Soar Dance Academy-’Undertow’ 3rd: Soar Dance Academy-’Reality’

Senior Lyrical

1st: Soar Dance Academy-’Reborn’

Senior Musical Theatre

1st: Pure Movement Dance-’Boots’

Senior Specialty

1st: Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Say Goodbye’ 2nd: Soar Dance Academy-’Nutty As A Fruitcake’

Best of Radix:

Rookie

Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Minions’

Mini

Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Hey Pachuco’

The Industry Dance Academy-’Brighter Days’

Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’I Don’t Speak French’

AVANTI Dance Company-’Glad It’s Raining’

Junior

AVANTI Dance Company-’Clones’

Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Agness’

The Industry Dance Academy-’Clairvoyance’

Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’I Will Rescue You’

Teen

The Industry Dance Academy-’Parachute’

Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Bohemian Rhapsody’

AVANTI Dance Company-’What Kind of Man’

Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Sinking Deep’

Senior

AVANTI Dance Company-’Strange’

Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Say Goodbye’

Soar Dance Academy-’Undertow’

The Industry Dance Academy-’Mein Herr’

Studio Standout:

The Industry Dance Academy-’Parachute’

Beyond Belief Dance Company-’Bohemian Rhapsody’

Artistry In Motion Performing Arts Center-’Sinking Deep’

AVANTI Dance Company-’What Kind of Man’

#2021 #radix #dallas #texas #dance

[sometimesrosy]

6.11 Ashes to Ashes Rewatch

It turns out that these liveblogs work best for me when I pause the dvr every commercial break and write my impressions.

Starting off: Madi and Sheidheda. I wonder if they know that we don’t care about that story as much as the Josephine and Primes story? ANYWAY they’re playing chess. He says it’s not a game it’s a lesson in strategy. He called Jackson a pawn. Then he checkmated her. BUT the thing I noticed is that the chess metaphor is still going. King and Queen. Interesting. You lose the game if the king is captured. Even though the Queen is most powerful. S6 was about saving the queen/Clarke. This is another hint to me that they’re taking this chess metaphor all the way and Clarke is going to have to save The King. Without the King, the game is lost. That means, for narrative tension purposes, he’s going to have to be in real danger in this series finale. Expect to see it. I think that anon is right. Bellamy will be the one who needs to be saved next season. And without him Clarke loses the game.

BUT then. Oh the Bellarke scene when she wakes up. Did I mention how surprised I was by how LITTLE Bellarke interacted this season? I didn’t notice because of Josephine and because so much was ABOUT Clarke, but no. They were supporting each other and on the same team but from the 2199 phonecalls to the forgiveness scene, there really wasn’t much interaction besides teammates. HOWEVER, suddenly their interaction has changed so radically. When she wakes up and and he runs over to touch her and help her up, they are so intimate and everything is focused on THEM, “you’re still here.” “thanks to you.” “I’m sorry I didn’t protect you.” “you saved me.” You and me and we. The voices are soft, the touches are tender, her eyes are virtually brimming with love and frankly so are his, which makes him feel guilty for leaving everyone behind to save her. But he is not sorry for it. And he refuses to let her risk herself to save them, too. He’s choosing HER. Honestly, it’s a lovers scene, even if they haven’t physically consummated yet. 

Then Gaia, Murphy and Miller trying to get out of the room which Murphy thinks is pointless. Gaia is praying, she says Madi is a child being attacked by a demon. Then the guards come and take Murphy away. He hears Echo is being taken to the machine shop to be given nightblood, and that’s where they need to go, so he yells at her in trig to go there for the book and stay alive until they get there and act like she hates him. And she just hollers at him in english about being a traitor. It was funny. And well done. Then Russell, that ass, tells him to go find Josephine and bring her back or it’s an eye for an eye, but not his eye, Emori. 

Second time he said eye for an eye. WHY he thinks that’s justice is beyond me. It’s got to be a second dawn thing. Because that is NOT civilization. AND Eye for an Eye is Jus daun Jus drain. You make me bleed, I make you bleed. I think that’s more evidence that eligius/second dawn/cadogan/grounders are the same thing. Or at least the different paths the same teaching could have taken given different circumstances. Not Mount Weather or The Ark, though. Becca landed the shuttle in the town where that Second Dawn bunker was. They’re tied together. They have to be. Maybe Sheidheda is what made the grounders go so brutal and anti tech. 

Bellamy is still mad at Octavia. Hey that’s actually good news. That means they get to face each other and deal with it for real. if they do that with the blakes, they should do it with princess mechanic right? let’s hope. Anyway Xavier’s brother is not happy that Gabriel killed her brothers. Oh siblings are so much trouble.

Miller’s little lift from the guard to get the knife so he could pick the lock and get him and gaia free from the cell was a lovely little scene. And talking about forgiveness for mistakes, and learning from them was good too. About how sometimes you have to disobey to transcend? They’re throwing so much moral philosophy in with the action and adventure.

Clarke tells Gabriel that “we got this,” and for the first time it’s actually true when someone says that. Although she wants to NOT use the psychosis bomb to avoid a massacre, and Russell is going to pull the switch anyway. Kind of like the way Dante and Cage ruined her plan to save MW and her people.

The Blakes scene is really good. The one in the glowing mushroom cave. She doesn’t ask for forgiveness, but to be his sister again. And I like what she said about losing her compass without him and how she needs him in her life. And how what she did will weigh on her her whole life. He doesn’t forgive her, but he does say she’s his sister, but not his responsibility. Which is also true. Maybe they get to have an adult relationship now. 

The Ash scene... still great. Echo was great in it, being vulnerable and emotional, wanting to tell him the thing she’d never told anyone. Then the two little girls. Horrible story. Excellent storytelling. That’s the kind of twist that works so well, weaving in themes of violence and abuse and mindwiping and secrecy, with the character reveal that explains her character very well and leaves you hoping for something better for her. So key. I know people don’t like Echo,  but I know most of that is c/b/e issues and I think that’s not the story that’s the fandom. But that’s their response. For the story, it’s great.

ok. The murphy scene where he comes in to kidnap josephine, that’s sad. he doesn’t want clarke dead but he’s forced to do this for emori and their plan, and telling the echo’s in trouble too but he’ll do his best for her. He’s trying to be the hero even if he’s playing both sides. He’s trying. That little trickster soon to be god.

BUT the five seconds where Clarke kneels in front of Bellamy and ungags him and tells him she can do this with a soft smile, and he’s so soft back. “For Monty,” she says. “For Monty he responds and Octavia agrees. It’s so freaking romantic. It’s so DIFFERENT from how they have interacted before. Even their most intimate scenes never had this quality, support yes, care yes, but never this blatant open adoration. No shields left between them. It’s fabulous. And girl says “she’s not josephine,” and Bellamy says, “no she is not.” Like she’s so much better. nice.

Now she goes into sanctum. She’s a much better actress than Josephine. How she treats Madi is heartbreaking, pretending to be dead and knocking her out and then acting like she can’t wait until she dies. Poor Clarke. 

Anyway. That was a good episode. This is making me excited for the new season. 

@linzzmorgan100 @wolfheartgirl  @braindeadkat @kattitudereads @beholdmysparkle @elspethelfgordie @theatre-steph @franklyineedcoffee  @iishallbelieve

#the 100 #rewatch #liveblog

[aengelicsoul]

i wanted to make a list of all MY MUSES, active and inactive, with a brief description of each of them — just to make a little summary ! — so here it is. feel free to message me anytime to start a thread / think of a plot with any of my babies. 

　　　　　　﹟ 　ALYX SIENNA LEE 　 / 　 MADELYN CLINE. 22. australian. a bartender who works as an escort, from time to time, to mantain a certain type of life she got used to in canberra [ her father is a known and rich politician there ]. bisexual. SHE IS　 　 lots of tattoos, cocktails whose names are impossible to remember, leaving her number on a napkin with a smiley face, taking risks, sunkissed and glowy skin, surfing the highest waves, indie concerts, eyeliner and dramatic lipsticks. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　AUBREY  MARTIN　 / 　 NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO. 25. canadian. a waitress who has been spoiled her entire life and can’t do anything by herself. bisexual. SHE IS 　 　 thrifted clothes from the 80s, 90s and 00s, pending earrings, cloudy days with a few sun rays, nude lipstick, messy mascara, kind words and touching attentions, big salads, overpriced smoothies, a different bag everyday, ikea full lenght mirror for selfies, organized plans and tidy rooms. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　  ﹟ 　ELIA RUFFINo　 / 　 LORENZO ZURZOLO. 20. italian. a university student who’s studying cinematography and taking acting classes. used to be the drama kid in school. bisexual. HE IS 　 　 dramatic performances off and on stage, getting high at concerts, puppy eyes, all black, foreign movies, leather journal filled with poems, swearing in italian, tabacco at the bottom of his pockets, deep conversations on the roof at three am. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　FRANK (FRANCESCO) ZANETTI　 / 　 MATTEO MARTARI. 35. italian. a private bodyguard for the rich and wealthy who used to be a policeman, in italy. bisexual. HE IS 　 　 getting into fights for love, freckles, worried eyes, tired soul, navy suits and white shirts, a hint of beard, fear of losing control, gentle kisses, vanilla icecream and a familiar handwriting. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　  ﹟ 　HENRIETTA CALHOUN　 / 　 MADISON DAVENPORT. 24. canadian. a university student who’s taking her master in engineering informatics + a hacker in her free time. bisexual. SHE IS　 　 black babydolls, fingers typing quickly, bringing her computer anywhere, black and white polaroids all over the walls, punching hard, feisty temper, coding, her sister’s necklace, rings, incense burning on the window shelf, succulents. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　  ﹟ 　LEO (LEOPOLD) BURNETT　 / 　 RUDY PANKOW. 18. american. a senior in high school whose life consists in working for the richest beverly hills families when he can, to help his mother, and surfing. bisexual. HE IS 　 　 waves so high he can feel the clouds, the smell of fresh grass, the same old denim jacket his father left him before leaving, forehead kisses, snarky comments, heart of gold. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　  ﹟ 　LOVISE DE SMIT　 / 　 DANIELLE CAMPBELL. 23. norwegian. a freelancer cartoonist (comics artist) who has a small etsy shop on the side. bisexual. SHE IS 　 　 comics everywhere, a dreamcatcher hanging over her bed, a board to help visualize her latest story, pinterest boards for her characters, a huge collection of pencils and colours, shades of color but not being able to catch the shades of grey in life. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　  ﹟ 　LUCIEN KERR　 / 　 THOMAS DOHERTY. 21. american (french from his mother’s side). a self-employed mechanic who inherited his father’s business and anger. bisexual. HE IS 　 　 comics everywhere, a dreamcatcher hanging over her bed, a board to help visualize her latest story, pinterest boards for her characters, a huge collection of pencils and colours, shades of color but not being able to catch the shades of grey in life. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　  ﹟ 　MOIRA DONOVAN　 / 　 CRYSTAL REED. 31. american. a homicide detective whose life revolves around crime and riddles. bisexual. SHE IS 　 　 multiple identical leather jackets, running at night, finding comfort in her gun, playing darts alone after a long day at work, blurry morals. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　  ﹟ 　NADINE BROOKS　 / 　CLAIRE HOLT. 30. american. a contract killer who never stays in the same place for long and loves to change identity and play different parts. latest one: colleen miller, a kind bartender who plays therapist with her drunk clients. homosexual. SHE IS 　 　 knives hidden under an evening dress, warm smile and cold hands, numerous expensive wigs, contact lenses, bullet holes, bloody kisses. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　  ﹟ 　RAMONA PEREIRA　 / 　 ESTER EXPOSITO. 19. spanish-american. a social media influencer whose business is based on fitness, photoshoots and promoting things she doesn’t believe in. bisexual. SHE IS 　 　 lace lingerie, a flask safely held in her purse, a pair of never wore before loubotins, bad intentions, crying herself to sleep, self-inflicted bruises, working out to empty her mind, fake perfect life on instagram. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　  ﹟ 　RAVEN VAUGHN　 / 　 SAMANTHA LOGAN. 19. american. a university student studying accounting and finance, who has a way with numbers but not with words. heterosexual. SHE IS 　 　 pink lips, braids, fancy water bottles, cooking for someone else, romantic comedies from the nineties, dreaming of prince charming, two-piece outfits, pastel colors, long baths and singing in the shower, white ribbons, numbers over words. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　  ﹟ 　REBECCA TREMBLAY　 / 　 KENNEDY WALSH. 19. american. a visual design student at university who dreams of becoming one of the best graphic designers out there. homosexual. SHE IS 　 　 floral overpriced tops, whimsical make-up, rainbow hair, borrowing her mother’s weed and hiding it under the bed, fairy lights, tweeting at all times, soft kisses and big fears, hugging her dog when something goes wrong. 　 ♡ ﹟ 　REMI (REMINGTON) OLIVER KNIGHT　 / 　 GAVIN LEATHERWOOD. 25. british. a fashion photographer with a bad reputation. bisexual. HE IS 　 　 a library with no books in it (only cameras and different lenses), his work framed in different pictures all around his house, luxury cars, scandalous parties, bad reputation, black leather shoes, spending hours in front of a mirror. 　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　RICHIE (RICHARD) LOPEZ　 / 　 BENJAMIN WADSWORTH. 18. american. a senior high school student whose reputation as your classical troublemaker precedes him. bisexual. HE IS 　 　 a constant black eye, cigarette behind his ear, soft curls, disappointed look, fists clenched ready for a fight, not caring about getting hurt or hurting who deserves it, an old pastel car that feels like home.　 ♡ 　　　　　　 ﹟ 　SAGE TAYLOR　 / 　 LAURA HARRIER. 27. american. a middle school art teacher who doesn’t care about showing her art to anyone with eyes, not anymore. heterosexual. SHE IS 　 　 ruined t-shirts, painted overalls, colored eyeshadow, brushes in every angle of her apartment, more pillows than space on the bed, fire over ice, weird coffee orders, naked bodies touching any surface. 　 ♡

#⊱ ♡ ‧ mun talks. #indie rp

[bookstryingtostealyourheart]

I Think I Need To Sit Down...

A/N: Hey guys! My second fanfic on here, so please leave feedback. I have been pondering over a Barry Allen fanfic idea for a while, trying to perfect it. I may do more than one part on this if anyone likes it. Just a heads up, I’m using the Justice league version of Barry Allen; so in other words...the lovely Ezra Miller. The goofy and amazing man with a perfect jawline ;) Hope you enjoy! 

Warning: Violence, and it’s pretty long...like most of my work :)

Pairing: Barry Allen (the Flash) x Reader

Summary: The reader has met Barry quite a few times, as their fathers are both in the same jail, and constantly go to visit theirs. The reader’s father isn’t innocent like Barry’s, but he surely loves his daughter. So when some people feel he has neglected them of what they deserve, they are sent to kidnap her...but Barry catches wind, and has to figure out how to protect his friend, the same friend he has grown to have a pretty big crush on since the beginning. 

      You turn the corner into the visiting room for the second time this week. The room has a strange aura in it, not exacting surprising for a jail...but it makes your nose scrunch. You see your father enter the room, taking his seat on the other side of the glass, picking up a phone. You know you have little time, and your father looks very tired so you quickly pick up the cold blue phone and place it to your ear. “Y/N, you promised that you wouldn’t come back for a little while. I wanted you to get some time out of this hell hole. It’s bad enough that I’m stuck in here, but you get the choice.” You father says in a quiet yet still reprimanding voice. You sigh, pushing your hair behind your ear. 

      “Dad, I can’t just stop seeing you. I’m not Mom.” You say shaking your head. Why would he even think that? That’s not you at all to just stop coming, but his eyes sag slightly after hearing your comment. As your brain starts racing, you hear somebody sit in the place next to you. You look over to see Barry. This wasn’t a surprise, you had seen him almost once a week lately for a while. 

      “I just don’t want anything happening to you. There are people in this jail that don’t like me...they know your name, and it won’t take that much to find our address. I am just nervous for you and your mother, whether she visits me or not.” Your father says and you look up, slight alarm showing on your features. Since when is he stressing about this? 

      “Is someone threatening you dad?” You ask knowing he would never casually stress over these things, but now that he is in jail, he is basically a sitting duck and can’t hide behind his confidence. He can’t protect you all at anymore. 

      “N-no, don’t worry. I just don’t like you showing your face to the wrong crowd. Not everyone visiting is here to see their parents who are cursed with misfortune, some are here to set things up, or get lists and other things to continue a business.” He explains, and you agree it is possible he is not wanting all of his business to the world. You spend another few minutes speaking about the events in your life that he would be interested in knowing, before heading out and signing out of the jail. 

      “Y/N, hi.” You hear and turn around, a small and friendly smile growing onto your face. Barry. He looked just as energetic as ever, which is the exact opposite from how you feel right now; exhausted. 

      “Barry, how are you doing?” You ask and he shrugs. It’s one of those smiles that says that things are going good but he does not want to overshare. 

      “I’m good. Started at my new job. I just had to come tell my dad how it went, considering it will hopefully get my foot in the door to get him out.” He says with a small grin. “And you?” His feet shuffled on the floor as he talked; restless as always. He always has to be moving, like his mind was running a million miles an hour. 

      “That’s amazing. Congratulations. I’m decent. Same old, same old.” You say and shove your hands in your pockets. You’ve seen Barry a little bit lately. You saw him at the coffee shop the other day and then again at the grocery store. He’s always bright and cheerful, and you wouldn’t ever imagine for him to have the backstory he has. It inspires you to be more positive.  You and Barry say your farewells and awkwardly part ways like normal, but today he seemed like he was edging the conversation more than usual. 

      You had spent the rest of your day as normal, picking up some things your mother had forgotten for dinner at the store, and heading home slowly. Car rides have become your private place. Your mother is all over the place after your father going into jail and hasn’t changed since, and you have nowhere else to really get away. But as you pull into your driveway, your mother isn’t home, but another car was parked in her place. A big black SUV. You bite your lip, as your stomach was confused. Did she get a loner car? She had never told you about any car troubles, but then again...she doesn’t tell you a lot anymore. 

      You exit the car and bring the groceries inside, setting them on the kitchen island. “Mom? Did you get a loner car?” You practically scream through the house. The oven was on, meaning she was home, right? You hear footsteps into the kitchen and turn around to see...not your mother? You hand goes back to your keys, knowing if they wanted you, you wouldn’t be able to go around them to get to the knives. You place the keys in between your fingers, in case you need to throw a punch, it will hurt a lot more. “Who-?” 

      “Y/N, right? We’ve been waiting for a while, coming here straight from the jail. So rude to leave your guests waiting...” The extra long and smooth tone in the taller man’s voice made you shiver a little. You go to open your mouth but he holds up a finger to his lips. “No, no sweetheart. I do not want to talk to you, I want to talk to your father’s acquaintances. They will not contact me, so I have decided to pay you a visit. Fighting me will only result in you getting hurt, ever heard the saying: never bring a knife to a gunfight? Those keys are less useful than a knife.” The man says taking a very hefty looking pistol out of his pocket and aiming it right at you. Your heart flipped at the action. You knew your father dealt with some crappy people, but this was nuts! You gulp as he lets out a raspy chuckle. He lowers the gun and takes a step closer, but everything swirls as you feel hands on your waist. You feel...wind? You open your eyes and see things the way you see things when you’re going fast in a car and everything seems to fly by you. 

      “Y/N please don’t struggle, I am struggling as it is, dodging bullets.” You hear from a very familiar voice and you furrow your eyebrows. Not possible. Dodging bullets? The only way that’s possible is if the male had a silencer on his gun, but that would not surprise you. How were you going so fast? Where is your mother? Are you on a weird acid trip? Did somebody drug you? 

      “Barry?” Was all you could get out before you came to a quick halt. You were in...a room? You feel the hands leave you and the lights turn on to reveal computer monitors and TVs, as well as a suit. A metal suit? What is this, Iron Man? “Where....? How did you know where I live? How did you know those people were...? What is this place? How did you get me here so fast, without getting shot? What’s going on?” You finish, as Barry waits patiently for you to feel satisfied with the amount of questions you were throwing at him. He takes a moment, concentration showing on his face before he spoke. 

      “We are at my place, I know where you live because everyone knows where you live after your dad...I heard your father talk to you about people not liking him, so I asked my father and he told me that your father had been getting into fights with other guys in jail like him: big reputations, except they have little morals. Lastly, I got you here because I’m fast.” He states simply and you scoff. 

      “You think?” You say taking in all the information. Fast? More like inhuman. “How are you so...? Oh my god! My mom! They have my mom!” You realize and he puts out a hand, meaning to stop your train of thoughts as you start to pace. 

      “No they don’t. I called my friend. He said he would make sure your mother is safe and sound for the night. You may know him...his name is Batman.” Barry says confidently and you pause, turning to look at him. Was he serious? Did they drug him too? You burst out laughing. The goofy look on his face falters at your reaction. 

      “You’re kidding.” You say in between laughing. Your coping mechanism for getting all this crazy information, as well as getting a gun aimed at you, and finding out your (sorta) friend has special powers is now laughing uncontrollably. Barry was clearly uncomfortable with this reaction, as he crosses his arms and shakes his head solemnly. 

      “No. I’m not. I also know Superman. He raced me once. I won.” Barry says and you hold your head. Barry Allen, your friend you met at the jail, can run faster than the greatest superhero on earth, is friends with Batman...and just saved your life. 

      “I think I need to sit down.” You say, starting to rock on your feet. You’re afraid if you don’t, you may pass out, as your head is starting to pound, and you feel light on your feet. He pulls one of the chairs out for you quickly and sits you down, which didn’t help your dizziness. 

      “I understand this is a lot, and I’m sorry. But you have to believe everything I am saying. It’s all true. And you may need to stay with me for a little while, until me and Bru-Batman get this all figured out. Okay?” Barry says and you look up into his soft brown eyes. You kind of stare at him dumbfoundedly, taking in his appearance close up before nodding. His jaw was very strong, and his hair was definitely messed up from the wind. This was too much...You felt like you were going to throw up from all this craziness, as your stomach flipped a hundred times over. 

#barry allen #the flash #justice league #dc comics #superhero #ezra miller #the flash imagine #barry allen imagine #dc comics fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine #the flash fanfiction #barry allen fanfic #barry allen x reader #the flash x reader #new writers on tumblr

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Do ALL the OC things!

I was tagged by @suplexranger and @marvilus73 and @commonwealthhero in a few different OC things recently and I am a creature of efficiency so I have mushed all the things together to make one OC post because that sounded fun!

I’m tagging you guys back for whatever parts you didn’t do if you want to do them (or do them again!!!) and y’all that I’m pretty sure have OCs if you haven’t done any of these @red-king-4 @humans-are-friends-not-food @infamy-and-plunder @lamorellenoire6 @tatosoup @ashleyanthrax @nukenai @lobselvith8 @purple-martin111 @theredalice @angeliquedevive @rakimaiirisa ~~ I lowkey stalk some of your OCs ngl 😏 As always no pressure on doing it and IF I MISSED ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO IT FOR THEIR OC @ me because I love all your brain children they are amazing. 

Of COURSE it’s about my favored child Jack Daniel 

It’s long so go under the cut 👇

(There are also more pictures😏)

OC Profile

NAME: Jack Daniel O’Kelley

NICKNAME: Jackie, Jackie O, General Jackoff

AGE: 24

SPECIES: Human

PERSONAL

MORALITY: Somewhere in the neighborhood of Neutral/Chaotic Good

RELIGION: It’s  c o m p l i c a t e d. Raised Catholic and really wants to believe there is a loving God, but believes more likely than not there isn’t. He’s super mad at organized religion, though.

SINS(greed/gluttony/sloth/lust/pride/envy/wrath): Lust, wrath, gluttony (not for food but for drugs and alcohol)

VIRTUES(chastity/charity /diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice): Kindness, patience (for certain people and things), justice, charity

KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, Latin, Chinese

PHYSICAL

BUILD (scrawny/bony/slender/fit/athletic/curvy/herculean/pudgy/plus size/average): fit/athletic Prewar and coming out the vault, but he gets pretty scrawny because malnutrition in the wasteland is a thing

HEIGHT: 5'11

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: His one scar from before the war he got in Anchorage by standing up and hitting his head on a suit of power armor he was repairing (very heroic battle scar, I know). During the game he gets clawed in the face by one of Kellogg’s synths during that fight, and that’s where the scars on the left side of his face come from. He later loses his right arm via grenade in the Battle for Bunker Hill which also left a new scar on the right side of his face.

ABILITIES/POWERS: Extremely mechanically and technically talented and pretty fuckin’ charismatic. Better than decent at sniping. After his quasi-religious LSD trip courtesy of the Children of Atom in Far Harbor his eyes changed color, radiation began to heal him and sometimes ferals are friendly (I legit saved my level points to max out the Ghoulish perk at that point for this like a pro RPer)

FAVORITES

FOOD: Sugar Bombs

PIZZA TOPPING: Hawaiian 

COLOR: Red

MUSIC GENRE: Rock and roll ❤ applies regardless of if we’re talking about in-universe 50′s style music or the IRL genre

MOVIE GENRE: Sci Fi! 

CURSE WORD: FUCK, also son of a bitch

SCENTS: cigars, BBQ, leather

FUN STUFF

BOTTOM OR TOP: Why not both? 🤷‍♂️ Both is good 👍

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Yes. And on the road. And when building settlements. And while modding guns. And while doing anything, really.

LIKES PUNS: Will absolutely bug Codsworth for at least a solid hour to hear his puns and laugh like an idiot at all of them every time.

OC Phrases: Bold the phases that you connect with one of your ocs.

SIGHT. small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colours.

HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mum / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise canceling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. the clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH. being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favourite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggles. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.

TASTE. coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.

OC and Songs

Avenged Sevenfold - Strength of the World

“Strength of the world! is on my shoulders Strength of the world! is on my side Strength of the world! the one true beholder Ice in my veins! for those who've died I've seen my family fade away, you've taken my whole life There's nothing left to say Avenge the dead. killed all who cross me in my path Suicidal, I never planned on coming back I want it, I need it, revenge is dripping from my teeth Need nothin', to feel power, and bring the killers to their knees Nothin' ta lose vengeance ta gain (you know I'll never be the same) So taste my breath I'm close behind you (so desperate on your final day) Sorrow swallows my screams Sitting in silence with heaven above me, I prayed every night by their graves While I search for closure I feel it no longer I can't turn my cheek away I stand before you; I'll sin when I have to But now I leave your side, to avenge my family's pride “

I was trying to pick a handful of songs and I couldn’t so I’m gonna dump a medium-sized not-comprehensive/exhaustive list 👇

Greenday - 21 Guns // Sia - Elastic Heart // A Perfect Circle - Imagine // Hozier - Arsonist’s Lullaby // Radiohead - Wolf at the Door // Tool - Schism // Kesha - Spaceship // Whitesnake - Here I Go Again // Bon Jovi - Blaze of Glory // David Bowie - Heroes // Roger Miller - King of the Road // Frank Sinatra - My Way

#sole survivor #this is very self indulgent

[pascalpanic]

Miller Morales Mechanic Shop

(image thanks to @frankiemorales)

the tales of two ex-army buddies running a small mechanic shop while babysitting Frankie’s daughter.

Part One: Miller Morales Mechanic Shop

Part Two: The Pretty One

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Name: Riley-Jace Miller “Rj” Birthday: October 20th (28) Species: Human/Hunter Lookalike: Wentworth Miller Availability: Taken

Personality

If there was a word fitting for Riley, it would probably be loyal. There isn’t a chance in hell you’ll ever catch him deceiving his family or friends. He’s respectful and generosity is just in his nature, he’s always offering his hand if someone needs help. He knows life isn’t always kind so he stands by his morals and believes that kindness goes a long way. His mind isn’t without struggle, Riley is very attuned to the grief of the world, feeling people’s pain so greatly it sometimes has a negative impact on his mood - especially if he can’t shake off the thought that he can’t always fix an issue. He’s a risk taker, much to his families dismay. Riley will put the safety of others before his own and he’ll walk through fire without hesitating if the result would be to reach a goal he’d set himself. In that sense, he’s really quite fearless, perhaps even reckless. He’s mostly a private person, you’ll never find him causing unnecessary mayhem, you’re more likely to find him people watching in a quiet corner. Riley studies people and objects due to his diagnosis of low latent inhibition. He has this obsessive need to know what makes something work or what makes someone who they are. It serves him and his stubbornness well most of the time, so long as he keeps an active life then there isn’t a lot of time to fall into the trap of his own thoughts. Mostly he’s a friendly type of guy but he does have a mean streak, obviously, he has to given his hunter status. All he knows is, he’s friendly if you are and if you’re not, monster or human he won’t stand for abuse of any kind, he’s not someone you can just walk all over.

Past

Riley was born in Ireland to a happily married hunter couple. He, along with his younger sister, were unplanned but absolutely wanted and loved unconditionally. They were raised in the hunting life and spent a lot of time on the road. Their parents are decent people but given their job, Riley basically raised his sister himself, despite only being a few years older. The child of a hunter is never really a child, after all. Tragedy struck when a vampire killed his Uncle. Riley was only 21 and the death hit his father hard, it was his brother after all. Much to everyone’s surprise, it was enough to make him call it a day on hunting. So, Riley’s parents returned to Ireland, with him and his sister and became permanent residents once again. It was the apple pie life, for a while. Riley was an extraordinary artist, a creative genius in some respects due to the medical diagnosis of low latent inhibition, a condition in which his brain is more open to incoming stimuli in the surrounding environment. As a result of this condition, he is unable to block out periphery information and instead processes every aspect and detail of any given stimulus. For example, where most people could gaze upon a lamp and see only that, someone with low latent inhibition sees everything. The build, wiring, mechanics, everything that makes it work. Riley’s high IQ was the only reason this condition serves him well, making him that creative, lovable clever clogs. - Had he a low IQ, it would have probably resulted in a lot of mental illnesses, according to the statistics. Lucky him, huh?

It served him even better as a hunter, every move he makes is strategic, planned out even if that plan was only birthed two seconds prior. Of course, he makes mistakes, who doesn’t? The trick of it is, he can usually figure out a solution for any situation he may accidentally get into, he likes to think it’s his own wit that has gotten him this far. Not without some slashes and scrapes, of course, but as long as his heart is beating, he will call that a win. All that being said, he’s not fully invested in the hunter life, his talents spread out across the field but the main one: tattooing. It’s always been something he wanted to do and when his family settled he was finally able. He went through all the courses, training and trials and became fully qualified at the age of 23. He continued to help out fellow hunters on the side along with attending any odd kind of happenings that hit the papers or news. With a mind as open as his, Riley is very in tune with the art of body language and the distress a fellow being can display even when silent. He does a lot of sponsored events or at least joins in and donates to good causes - he feels the worlds pain so greatly it sometimes makes him ache. “Be the change you want to see in the world,” Is his motto. That’s the only reason he keeps hunting even though his parents bowed out. It’s because he knows he can make a difference to lives, no matter how small. That’s not to say he damns every supernatural being he meets - that’s not how the Miller family sees things, never has been. All of them are well aware that good supernaturals exist and they don’t end a life of one without hard evidence that they have caused more harm than good.

Present

Riley moved to Mystic Falls a few months ago after hearing it was a beacon for the supernatural. Given his families wealth, it enabled him to set up a tattoo shop in town “Rat-a-Tat”, which has been steady in the brief time he’s been residing. He loves what he does and he’s gotten to know a few people around town. Never one to judge a book by its cover, Riley doesn’t care what species someone is - providing they aren’t causing harm to innocent people. In fact, he’s rather enthralled with this new town, harbouring so many different kinds of creatures, it keeps him on his toes which is exactly what he needs.

Connections

The Winchesters, The Browns, Shawn Maddox 

They’ve all been thrown together on the odd hunt or two. Familiars and friends.

Chester Lawrence

Used his magic to throw a ghoul away just before he got the jump on Riley, became buddies after that incident.

Lucy-May Miller

Sister. They have a good relationship but Riley wishes she would return home where she would be safer.

#tm #taken oc #oc male #male oc #taken #male #human #hunter #oc #riley-jace miller #wentworth miller fc