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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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Okay so we know almost all the red flags in your boys, but what are so green flags in them?

Like, what some of your ocs will say to their darling to convince them *THEY* are the ultimate choice and ect?

[GREEN FLAGS? PFFT- OKAY. IF YOU SQUINT.]

Why you should date these losers!

Morell

He can cook so well!;

Great hunter;

B I G .

Santi

Juiciest tits in town;

Wholesome deep down;

Sugar daddy material.

Grimbly

Cute enough to give you diabetes;

Will make your enemies cry;

Heeheehoohoo he sleeps upside down like a bat.

Gallon

Mysterious drama whore vibes;

For the living latex enthusiasts;

Knows his drinks better than anyone else.

Nebul

Astrology bitch, but for real;

Loves animals;

Thick ass.

Vinnel

Funny;

Thee wanteth the jestussy;

You can hold him like a balloon while he floats.

Patches

Meow meow nerd man;

His ability to cum in his pants from a couple of touches alone will flatter you;

Two for one, you also get a gremlin horse-loving boyfriend!

Fank-e

*Slaps Fank-e's top* This bad boy can fit so many illicit substances in his storage space;

L0L R4ND0M XDDD R4WR :333 T4C05;

Rainbow dong, glow in the dark robussy, whatever you want.

Belo

This one's for the peeps in the back with religious guilt;

Can lift you into flight;

Usually very obedient.

Sybastian

Pick a shape!;

Amazing dad material;

Oral game on point.

Krulu

Godfucker privileges;

Everyone fears you;

Dominion over The Clergy.

Miara

Ultimate dommy mommy;

Usually a very bright soul;

Breederism, you say?

Breg

So dedicated. He's trying his best;

Heeheehaha dark mode;

Gee Billy, two willies?!

Fasma

Old wise soul. Sort of;

Alcohol and smokes always available;

Kind of like a living stim toy.

Ludwig

Jack of all trades, master of none;

Very chill for a wrath demon;

Living heater boyfriend.

Obie

Will eat your cooking no matter how terrible;

Will never judge the state of disarray your house is in;

Obscure musician.

Mervin

Devoted, but subtly;

Will get you nothing but the best ever, if you're mistreated he will go into Karen-tier fits;

Shags

Goth-ish.

Katia

MILF;

You get three platonic stepson yanderes;

This woman is so wholesome it hurts.

Very artistic and creative;

Knows mothman;

Cottagecore boyfriend.

Rinx

THE sugar daddy;

Big ole hands to finger grab you with;

Has a pile of riches he sleeps on like a dragon.

Zizz

Comfiest boyfriend;

You don't have to do anything, just exist next to him;

You have joint custody of 300 plushies.

Vesper

CEO OF SEX;

Everyone wants to fuck you so bad oh my God-;

Three schlongs and heart nipples.

Lacai

Short king;

Bug Man McGee;

Idk he's got Tumblr pretty boy charm, you guys like him a lot.

Ivani

Can do the goblin shark jaw extension;

Have you ever seen a shark with tits? Huh?;

Very easy to satisfy, just get her hot dogs.

Colmei

Limitless supply of honey cum;

You're treated like a bee Queen;

Heehee cute buzzing.

Adelo

Rule over angels;

Silly man;

Chad won the eye number lottery.

Adrul

You can ride his back!;

Serious but sweet;

Hell fears you.

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deadhumourist · 2 years

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Real Sugar: Two days before Cassis

Pairing: Rockstar!Frankie and F!Reader, Chef AU.

Rating: M - minors go away!

Author chooses not to use warnings. This photo isn't perfect but it's the grooming and grin mentioned in the story.

Drabble - During Chapter 2 of Real Sugar, Chef invites Frankie to the restaurant, Cassis, where she is head chef. This little drabble shows what you didn't see in Chapter 2 between the invitation and the actual dinner. Part one of two drabbles. Un-beta'd, mistakes are my own.

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Frankie had been watching d-day draw closer all week. He was a patient man but every time he walked into his home studio he caught himself glancing at the calendar which Will had insisted they keep pinned to the wall.

Two days to go.

Frankie shuffled into his kitchen, his worn t-shirt rumpled on his sleep-warmed body.

His soft, unruly curls stuck up in all directions from a restless night in his king size bed.

The previous night he had stayed in the studio until 1am, long after the guys had left. Setting his bass guitar down after plucking at it listlessly, he leaned forward, elbows on the cold, unforgiving mixing panel. It demanded excellence and creativity and Frankie had little to offer it tonight.

The heel of his hand pressed to his brow, his long, nimble fingers scratched into his scalp to summon inspiration from what felt like an empty well.

After a while he just…gave up. Grabbed his phone off the panel and switched the lights off. It seemed someone else was also awake. He opened his text messages.

Natalya: "U up?"

Frankie: "Yeah"

Natalya: Can I cum over? Wanna fuck u daddy."

There was a long pause as Frankie stared at the words. He should have been excited about sex on offer but his pulse was curiously flat. He felt…he didn't know what he felt but it wasn't sad, or melancholy. He probably just needed someone warm and soft to sink into, he reasoned.

Natalya: "😘"

Frankie: "Yeah ok."

And hour later he was on his back, counting the sunspots on her shoulder blade as she rode him reverse cowgirl style. Her moans bounced around the walls like a discordant melody and Frankie felt something bristle under his skin. Something felt off.

In a smooth motion, he pulled her back to his front and flipped her over. Caging her under his broad frame, he elicited an excited squeal from her when he pushed into her heat again from behind. His hand fumbled against the duvet to find her clit so she could come soon.

She turned her face halfway to him and laughed huskily through her hair. "Ahha yes Daddy. Give it to me. I want it."

He rocked up into her again and rubbed furiously over her sensitive bud, and soon she was thrashing under him, loud screams piercing the chilled early morning air in the bedroom.

As soon as she caught her breath, he got up, yanked the condom off and went to dispose of it. When he came back, she was buttoning up her dress. She winked at him and grabbed her bag, kissing him on the cheek on the way out.

He was alone again.

This morning that fact seemed like a mercy because he didn't feel like seeing anyone.

Groggily he poured beans into the coffee machine compartment and pressed the grind button. The machine whirred to life, whining angrily into the quiet kitchen while Frankie absentmindedly scratched his butt cheek.

Coffee in hand he trudged back to bed. After downing the espresso, he snuggled in and fell right back off to sleep.

One day to go.

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Santiago had keys to Frankie's place. A fact that Frankie sometimes forgot until he spotted Santi on his couch with his 1925 Gibson L1, deep in concentration and singing under his breath as the strings moved under his calloused fingers. Santi always said picks were for kids.

"Hola Feo!" Frankie yelled from the hallway as he heard the telltale signs of Santi's presence.

"Buenas días mi pequeño bagre," Santi smirked.

As Frankie rounded the corner Santi immediately saw that Frankie had trimmed his patchy facial hair. The unruly whiskers had earned him a band nickname and he was rarely clean shaven or even really groomed these days. Santi smelled a rat.

"Hermano! Going somewhere?"

Frankie turned guiltily and gave him a toothy grin.

"Dinner tonight. Come with me, I want you to try the food, see if you like it."

Frankie had never shown a particular interest in food, often opting for sandwiches or frozen pizzas. If his belly was full, he was generally fine.

"Hmmmm, okay. Where are we going?"

"Cassis". And with that cryptic answer, Frankie disappeared down the hallway again.

His friend's excitement was palpable from where he sat. Wondering what Frankie could be up to, he picked his guitar back up and strummed while his mind worked.

Translation: "Buenas días mi pequeño bagre = Good morning my little catfish

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sirenreading · 3 years

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Trick r Treat

pairing : Frankie “Catfish” Morales x f!reader

warning : domestic life , mom!reader , swearing , kissing , yearning , very touchy , mild spoilers for the movie Trick R Treat , mentions of drinking , implied sex , no use of y/n

word count : 1.2k+

A/N : this can be read as a stand-alone or a continuation of Snowed In

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You rolled over, bumping into a hard chest, your hands roaming the body as your eyes fluttered open, meeting the eyes of your husband. "Good Morning, darling."

"Mmmm, five more minutes." You moaned into hi9s chest; even after a whole night of sleeping, he still smelled good, fresh.

"We gotta get our babies up and get their costumes ready." He kissed the top of your head as you groaned. He was right, it was Halloween, your favorite holiday, and now that you have kids, you've passed it down. "Fine." You reached up to kiss him on the lips.

"Wow, kissing me even with morning breath, you must really love me."

"Yes, I do." you wiggled your brows at him. Just as you spilled tongue into his mouth, you could hear the pitter-patter of children's feet on their way to your room.

"And here they come." Frankie grounded as he sat up. You followed suit, making room in the bed for the little rugrats knowing they would immediately crawl into.

The door creaked open, and the head of your daughter, stuck in, Her dark curls and brown eyes lit up. She saw you both and smiled. Walking in, holding her little brother's hand as they made their way to the side of the bed.

"Good morning, mommy." Your little boy, His sweet little face, a perfect mixture of you and Frankie all in one tiny human. You cupped his small face, placing kisses all over him as you giggled, struggling in your hold.

Frankie pulled Daisy into his lap, doing the same thing. "Daddy, stop. It's time to get up! We have to have breakfast then Halloween." She whined, looking at both of you with those big doe eyes of hers.

"Is that right, baby girl? Are you excited? "She shook her head. This year she was going as her favorite princess, Rapunzel. She'd watched the movie a million times this year alone, so you bought her a cute little purple dress and a toy house for her costume. She wanted to keep her hair the same as usual.

Once you'd all got out of bed and headed to the kitchen, you started up on breakfast, Eggs, and pancakes for you and Frankie, and cereal for the kids.

You went over to the pantry, Reaching for the cereal box, pulling down the captain crunch. "Frankie?" He turned, looking at you, confused. "Really? This has a tone of sugar."

"Sorry, baby, the kids love it."

"Yeah yeah." You rolled your eyes playfully as you poured the kids a small amount each. You stood over the stove, finished up your and Frankie's food as you felt hands coming up around your waist and a pair of lips on your neck.

"Baby, Later. I told you."

"I know, I know I just love my wife." He smiled against your cheek.

After you four spent the morning and afternoon together and it was nearing sun-down, You all decided to get the kids costumes on for Santi's party. You dressed in a smile, a black floor-length dress, and a witch hat. And Frankie decided he would go as himself this year, For the fourth time. "Babe, no costume?" You sat your son, who was wearing his Yoda costume, on your lap as you fixed his ears on straight as he cooed in your lap.

"Nah, too old." He said, You scuffed, Halloween has no age, but you'd lecture him about that later.

"Daisy baby, you ready?" She came running in seconds later, Her hair in one braid down her back, as she nodded eagerly; she was excited for the party where she'd see her best friends, Santi and Wills kids.

You all packed into the car. Frankie had to put your son in his seat belt, seeing as your long stiletto nails were difficult. Frankie kept his hand on your thigh throughout the drive to Santi's house, rubbing very close to your inner thigh and core. You gave him a smirk telling him to pay attention to the road.

You arrived outside, parking along the side of the road with the other guys' cars, walking hand and hand with the kids up to the door, to be greeted by Santi and his wife, Maria, who was dressed up as Mr. and Mrs. Addams.

You walked in, hugging Maria. "Ugh, you guys look so cute. In my dreams, I could get Frankie to dress up, let alone do a couple of costumes." You both laughed, walking up to the bar like a side table with the other wives as Daisy helped her brother into the playroom with the other kids.

Every year the guys would have a party, the house of location would switch, but you'd always do the same thing, watch horror movies, and have drinks.

"All right, this year's movie night pick is…." Will uses his fingers as drums for the big reveal.

"Trick r Treat."

"Yay, that was my pick! Finally, it only took three years for mine to get picked."

You all sat around the tv. Everyone cuddled into their partner as the movie started. You could faintly hear the kids in the other room playing with their dolls.

Most of the wives had fallen asleep in their husband's arms. Benny and his wife had been making out the whole time, and they would be busy when they got home. You chuckled as you thought.

"Oh, this is my favorite part." You whispered to Frankie as the girls on the scene revealed themselves to be werewolves. "Mhm, baby." Frankie must've got an idea as he starts kissing down your neck, moving the dress off your shoulder to place wet kisses there too.

Once the movie had ended, you snuck into the playroom to see all the kids passed out on the floor. You picked up Henry, and his little Yoda ears had fallen off; he cooed at your familiar smell as you laid his head on your neck.

You all piled back into the car after saying your goodbyes to everyone, already planning another night out in the next week or so. You kissed Maria and Jackie, Will's wife, and told them you would text them when you got home safe.

Daisy and Henry slept the whole 30-minute ride home, their necks looking as if they could fall off at any minute. At the same time, they slept in an uncomfortable position.

Once you got home, you gave them a quick bath And pulled them to bed, thankfully they were so tired, so there was no whining or bedtime story needed.

Once you walked back into your room, you found Frankie soaked, a towel around his waist and his curls wet in his face.

"Aw, you didn't wait on me."

"Sorry, Pumpkin."

"Too bad we could've fooled around."

"I mean, we can still-"

"Nope, too tired, maybe tomorrow." You blew him a kiss as you walked into the bathroom holding your clothes, ready to take a relaxing bath yourself.

You could hear Frankie curse to himself as you shut the door and ran the water.

You got into your steaming hot bath, which you filled with body oils, closing your eyes damn near falling asleep before you heard the bathroom door open and felt your husband's gaze upon you.

"Still no, Frankie."

"I know; I just like looking at you." You opened one eye to see him fairly close his head in his wrist, watching you like you were his favorite tv show.

"Mmm, okay, maybe a quickie." You said, pulling him into the tub by his ears, splashing the bubbly water everywhere.

"I'll clean that later” He smiled into his hungry kiss.

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 3 years

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Day 11: Walk the Dog - William ‘Ironhead’ Miller

Day 11: Walk the Dog- William ‘Ironhead’ Miller

This story was requested by @oldstuffnewstuff. Thank you so much for the request! I love writing for requests! Thank you for all the rebloggs, comments, and likes. :)

Also gonna tag @myathleteeggspizza for our love of William Miller.

November Writing Challenge Masterlist

Day 10: Used Tea Bags - Javier Pena

William ‘Ironhead’ Miller liked numbers. His whole life since leaving the military was run down to the exact second the way he wanted it too. He would wake up at 0600 daily, stretch for eight minutes, down his first cup of coffee, and go for an eight mile run through the park. Then he would return home, take a five minute shower, get dressed, drink a smoothie, fill his tumblr with coffee, and leave for the base at 0730 sharp.

Every single day was the same. But, that’s what someone with as many demons as he had needed. The structure and security of the same routine. Not one minute unaccounted for. Until the day he met her.

It was a chilly November morning when he first noticed her. She had on a black leggings, a maroon crewneck sweatshirt, black ankle boots, and hair in a messy bun atop her head. She was sitting at one of the unoccupied benches near the Veterans statue, reading aloud a book to a golden retriever lying quietly with her head in her owner's lap.

He faltered for a moment, and one minute became two, became three and when he looked down at his watch he cursed to himself. He was behind schedule. When he looked back up they were gone. He turned each direction frantically looking for the girl and the dog but they were nowhere to be seen. He wondered for a moment if he had only imagined it before the beeping of his watch drew his attention and he picked up the pace to make up for the lost time. Lost time, what a novel concept for a person who counted everything in his life.

The next morning when he entered the park he couldn’t help but look for them as he ran around the path. Keeping his eyes open for the golden retriever and her alluring owner. Will couldn’t help the pang of disappointment at missing them again. The routine remained the same day in and out for another week before Will began to give up hope about seeing them again. On Saturday after his run he came home and left at exactly 0730 again but this time he was meeting his old army buddies for breakfast at a diner across town.

The diner looked old fashioned amongst the new and shiny chrome buildings that had begun to pop up around town but it wasn’t the outside that mattered. Will walked in and the bells tinkled on the door to notify the wait staff, and he nodded at the familiar faces before finding his friends. He slid into the worn, cracked leather of the booth next to his brother, shaking the other two men's hands across the table.

The waitress came over and brought him a steaming mug of coffee, two packets of sugar, and one creamer before going back over to her other customers. Frankie pointed to the cup before back at Will, “you come here way too often if they know exactly how you take your coffee.”

“Every Saturday,” Will tells him smiling as he prepares his coffee, taking a sip of the liquid gold, “Gladys knows just the way I like my coffee, and my breakfast. Why ruin a good thing by going somewhere else?”

Frankie laughs at him, “Some people actually like to go out and try new things. Are you still doing the same routine every day and doing that counting thing?”

Will only nods before he’s interrupted by Gladys who takes their orders, not even bothering to ask Will before she goes off to put their order into the kitchen. “Thank you Glady!” Will shouts at her and she raises a hand in acknowledgment.

“So how the hell have you guys been?” Santiago asks over the rim of his mug.

Benny fills them in on his training, and his new girlfriend he met at a fight a few months ago. Frankie tells them all about the house he just bought and is slowly renovating and shows them some new pictures of his daughter Juliette, who just turned three the past month. Frankie made the single father life look flawless. Santiago was in town for the next two months on break from down in Columbia where he’d been helping the local military take down a drug lord. All of them had something new to share, something exciting, except Will.

“So what about you Will?” Santi gestures to him as they all dig into their breakfast.

Will cuts himself another piece of pancake off for himself before running it through the syrup, “The same shit as usual, run, work, eat, sleep. On Saturdays I come here for breakfast and on Tuesday and Thursday I help Benny with training and Friday night is usually fight night. Besides that nothing is new.”

“Youshouldgetadog” the words jumble together out of Benny’s mouth as he tries to talk through the French toast pouring from his mouth.

“Damn it brother chew your food and then talk,” Will laughs.

Benny swallows before trying again, “I said, you should get a dog.”

“A dog? Why the hell would I get a dog?” he asks.

“Just hear me out brother, you love routines right? You run every morning and it seems to me that your a little lonely, a dog could go running with you, and keep you company.”

Will contemplates the idea for a moment and his thoughts can't help but go back to the beautiful woman from the park with the golden retriever. “Yeah, maybe… do we even have any pet shops around here?”

“Fuck pet shops,” Frankie tells him, “you need to go to the humane society and get a rescue dog, they are the best. Juli and I will even go with you, she would love to see all the dogs. How about 1300 today?”

Will thinks for a moment before agreeing, “ok...but just to look. I don’t know if I am ready for a dog yet.”

“Ok I’ll meet you there with Juli and we can go look at the dogs, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you go and fall in love with one and take it home today.”

Will scoffs, “Sure.”

When Will pulls his black 2014 Ford truck into the parking lot he feels slightly overwhelmed by all the animals running about. There is a large fenced in yard with exactly fifteen dogs of various shapes and sizes. When Frankie pulled into the spot next to him, he began to feel more at ease with a familiar face and when Juli came running full speed at him he couldn’t help the smile that broke across his face.

“Uncle WIll!!” Juli screamed tackling him into a hug.

He swung her up into his arms and she squealed, “hello sunshine! How’s my favorite girl doing? Are you keeping your daddy busy?”

“Of course! Daddy told me we're gonna help you find a puppy today? Can we get one too daddy?” She leans back in Wills arms and pouts at her father who crosses his arms.

“I get the impression you and her had this discussion before you came today?” Will asks laughing at the exasperated expression on Frankie's face.

“More than once,” Frankie nods to him before taking the toddler back, “Sweetie we talked about this, we are not getting a dog today, just Uncle Will.”

Her face morphs into a pout and both men can feel the beginning of a tantrum coming so they deflect, “Let’s go sunshine! Don’t you want to see all the dogs?” Will leads the way into the shelter and when the bell dings as he crosses the threshold he stops. Frankie runs into his back before pushing the rest of the way inside.

Sitting at a worn desk is the woman from the park. She’s wearing overalls with a white shirt covered in pink and yellow flowers. Her hair is pulled into a bun on top of her head but three long strands have slipped out and are dangling in front of her face. She’s wearing dark rimmed glasses, and has her nose buried in a book. On the ground under the desk, sticks out a wet black nose of a golden retriever snoring.

Will coughs lightly to draw her attention and she snaps her head up and seems slightly startled. “Oh hello! I-” she puts her bookmark in her book and the dog rises to its feet, noticing the new arrivals, “Welcome to the Dog House, uhm how can - how can I help you today? She stumbles over her words, and a blush rises up her neck.

“Hhh-uhm hi,” Will’s arm rises up and he scratches the back of his head, “Dog...I’m looking for a dog.” He can’t keep his eyes off her. The girl he had spent the last couple weeks thinking about, was right in front of him.

She giggles, “Well then you’ve come to the right place, I’m Andy, you can follow me.”

Will follows her like a lost puppy...no pun intended. Frankie just watches the two of them, smiling to himself. It’s obvious that Will likes this girl the way he’s acting if only he could see her looking at him the same way. Frankie keeps his thoughts to himself and follows behind the two.

“What kind of dog are you looking for? Something big? Small? Athletic? Lazy? We have all kinds here.” she asks, gesturing around to the cages as she leads them to a small enclosed area outside.

“I like to run, in Aveley Park over on 140th street, and I would like a dog to run with. I’m Will by the way,” he offers her his hand. When they touch they both feel a surge of electricity and they don’t let go, continuing to shake hands until Frankie not so subtly clears his throat.

She blushes deep red, and quickly drops his hand smiling shyly at him, “That’s where I like to go with Benny! We go almost every morning for a walk and then I usually read. My sisters have been in town the last couple weeks so we’ve been going in the evenings lately but they’re gone now so maybe I will see you some morning.”

“Oh uhmm, whose Benny?” Will asks, he didn’t notice a boyfriend last time he saw her.

“Oh my dog!” she gestures to the dog that has been slowly following between them.

From behind, Frankie lets out a snort. Will glares at him before meeting your confused expression. “Benny is my brother's name…I guess he and the dog have some things in common. My brother is kind of like a lovable golden retriever.”

She laughs out loud, and it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard and he’s desperate to hear her laugh again. “Well maybe your Benny and my Benny should meet someday.”

“I would like that,” Will tells her, smiling.

The two just stand there smiling at each other like two lovesick fools when Frankie puts down Juli who's been squirming in his arms. She toddles over to the dog and begins gently petting his head, his eyes close and his tail wags and everyone laughs watching the adorable toddler and the dog.

“Ok,” she slaps her hands together, “athletic dogs, good for running…”

“Maybe one a little older?” Will hesitantly asks, “I don’t run as fast as I used to.”

“You know I think I have the perfect dog for you,” she walks over to the kennel and comes back with a gorgeous chocolate lab. Will drops to his knee and gestures for the dog to come and sniff him and he does so without a second thought.

“What’s his name?” Will asks looking up at her.

“Tom.”

Will freezes and in his peripheral he sees Frankie frozen too, both of their eyes are on the dog. “What’s his name?” Will whispers.

“His name is Tom, they found him wandering around six months ago, they think someone left him. He’s house trained, and very well behaved. We-what’s wrong? You both look like you’ve seen a ghost…” She looks between Will and Frankie.

Frankie sniffs, “our old army buddy, he passed away a few years ago...his name was Tom.”

“Oh...oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories.”

“I’ll take him,” Will tells her quickly, “how do I adopt him?”

“Oh that’s wonderful! Come inside with me and we will get the paperwork all filled out, you can pay the $25 fee and he’s yours,” she places a leash around Tom and hands him to Will. When their hands brush he burns from her touch and she pulls her hand back. It’s not one sided. Juli and Frankie follow behind. Juli is more excited then everyone when Uncle Will tells her the dog is coming home with him. Just thirty minutes later and Will is the proud owner of a new dog. Frankie takes Juli outside to strap her into the car seat and head home.

“I hope I’m not too forward, but maybe one morning we could go running together...I go for a walk there every morning like I said but for the right partner I could be persuaded to start running in the mornings.”

“Actually...I would like to walk the dog with you tomorrow morning if you're free... it’s hard to get to know someone when running...then maybe I could take you out for breakfast?” Will feels as nervous as the first time he gave a speech.

“Yes,” she doesn’t hesitate, “yes, I would like that very much.” She slips a piece of paper from her back pocket with her phone number on it, “I was kind of hoping you would ask. I wrote it as soon as you decided on the dog.”

He laughs before taking the paper from her fingers, sliding the number into his pocket. He gently grasps her hand and presses a light kiss to her knuckles. “I can’t wait till tomorrow morning,” he tells her before walking backwards out the door.

Frankie has already left with Juli and he loads Tom into the front seat of the truck, before getting into the driver's seat and buckling his seat belt. He pulls out onto the road and sits at the stop sign, Tom crawls across the seat and places his head in Will’s lap. He puts his head gently, before pulling out to go home, thinking about tomorrow with one beautiful girl, and two dogs.

Day 12: It evaded me-

#November writing challenge #Triple Frontier #william ironhead miller #Will Miller #Will Miller x OC #charlie hunnam #Pedro Pascal #Frankie Morales

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aliwritesfic · 3 years

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So since you did the cutest job with my mini golf ask…wondering what the TF boys would be like while tie dying with Frankie and his daughter?! I’m attempting to do that tomorrow with my son lol. Please and thank you if you’d like to explore the idea. 🥰😘

First of all, I am SO SORRY this took so long, I've been so busy with uni and forcing myself to actually do the work this semester (who would've thought I could actually apply myself) but I really enjoyed this, and it's actually made me want to go out and do some tie-dying of my own.

Anyways, here's Tie-Dye Tueaday

W/C: 1.6k

T-Minus 5 Hours Until Disaster

“Daddy?” a soft voice rose Frankie out of his fitful sleep. He distantly felt a tiny, warm hand rest on his cheek.

“Yes, cricket?” he mumbled voice heavy with sleep, struggling to open his heavy eyes. He had stayed up until the small hours of the morning frantically researching for the day, watching YouTube videos, making notes, doing whatever he could to prepare.

“Mommy’s going and said I should wake you up,” Everly pulled herself up onto the bed and sat down directly on Frankie’s bladder. He winced and pushed her off gently, wondering just how she always managed to find the worst spot to sit.

“Have you had breakfast?” Frankie asked, and Everly nodded. He said a silent thanks to his ever-amazing wife, who would be spending the day getting massages and facials and whatever else her heart desired before pushing out twins in less than two months’ time. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around that – there would be two more tiny humans in his life soon. The thought left him exhilarated and riddled with anxiety all at once.

Frankie carried Everly downstairs on his back, grabbing his cap from the dresser on his way. The boys would be here soon – they had agreed that tie dying alone with a hyper four year old was a terrible idea, so they were coming to dye something of their own and help Frankie keep a handle on things. Benny was especially excited to dye his shorts to wear to his next fight.

They were halfway through Coco, Everly’s favourite movie, when the front door opened and in came his three best friends, men he had no relation to but considered brothers. Everly went straight to Benny, who was undoubtedly her favourite of them. Frankie had his suspicion that is was because Benny loaded her up on sugar whenever he could. Sure enough, Frankie could see a packet of candy in the plastic bag Benny carried.

“You ready for this?” Will asked, placing a six pack in the fridge. Frankie sighed and nodded.

“Ready as I can be. It can’t go too badly, right?”

T-Minus 3 Hours Until Disaster

The sun was bright and hot on their backs as they set up. Everly sat in the shade of the oak tree, a cup of lemonade in one hand, and her favourite doll in the other. Frankie had forbidden her from coming out in the sun until the sunscreen was fully absorbed, which according to his watch wouldn’t be for another few minutes. It occurred to him that since becoming a father, his mind was filled with worries that he never even considered beforehand.

Frankie had brought dyes in every colour he could, several plastic tubs had been fished out of storage and so many ties that he was sure he would be finding them all around the yard for weeks to come.

“Whatta ya dying, Ev?” Santi called to Everly.

“Purple!” She responded, holding up a pristine white pair of cotton shorts and a shirt.

“Just purple?” Will asked.

“And pink and blue and green!” Everly jumped up, setting her cup down carefully and ran over. “I want it swirly. You should be rainbow wiggles.” She told her father seriously. Will grinned.

“She’s a natural born leader,” he said with more than a touch of pride.

“Just like her mother,” Frankie replied. He took the clothes that Everly held out and began to scrunch and fold them according to the instructions he had written down while watching YouTube last night. The whole thing seemed a lot easier when he was watching through a screen.

Everly chose her dyes as Frankie folded, occasionally handing a certain colour to one of the boys, telling them that they hadto use it. None of them wanted to defy the four year old, so each accepted his colours without protest. Benny seemed quite thrilled when he was given a colour labelled Hot Barbie Pink.

“So many guys will be so fuckin’ embarrassed to get their ass beat by a guy in pink shorts,” Benny grinned.

“Language, Ben!” Frankie darted a frantic look towards Everly, who stood with a cunning smile on her face. Frankie knew that she knew exactly what she wasn’t supposed to say.

“Fuck! Ass!” she declared. Will snorted and Santi had to turn away, face turning bright red from holding in laughter.

Frankie gaped, lost for words for a moment. “Everly, don’t ever say that, but especially the first one, and especially not in front of mommy, okay?”

“Why not?”

Frankie shot a look to Benny, who at least looked a tiny bit sorry. “They’re big people words. Each time you say one your . . . hair gets less curly.”

Everly, who loved her curly hair, looked stricken. Frankie felt bad about lying to his kid, but not as bad as he would’ve felt if his wife came home to a child cussing like she had just strolled out of the military.

The words seemed forgotten as the dye was applied. Everly was surprisingly artful in the way she applied the dye, carefully creating patterns that didn’t make much sense to Frankie but must have made sense to her.

T-Minus 30 Minutes Until Disaster

The group of them sat around the dining room table, beers for the boys and juice for Everly. Most of them had small flecks of multi-coloured dye on their hands, but Frankie was sure they would come off easity. Everly had scoffed down her lunch, and now sat staring outside, looking antsy.

“Go play if you want to,” Frankie said, “you don’t have to sit here.” Frankie was confident there wasn’t anything in the backyard that could pose a danger to her, and besides, he had a view of almost the whole yard from the table.

Everly tore off like a hurricane, juice forgotten as she ran outside, doll in hand.

“If the twins are anything like her . . .” Santi began, taking a sip of his drink. “Fish, you’re gonna have your hands full.”

“If they’re anything like Ev, they’ll be great kids,” Benny said. Will rose his beer bottle. ‘But yeah, you’re definitely gonna have your hands full.”

“Amen, I’ll drink to that,” he said. Frankie nodded and had a sip himself. They talked for a while about football, Benny’s next fight, Santi’s new flame.

Then a thought occurred to Frankie.

“Is it quiet out there?” he craned his neck to investigate the yard and saw . . . nothing. Frankie shot up from his seat, panic rising in his chest. “Everly?” He almost tripped over himself in his haste to get to the backyard. Every worst case scenario was forming in his head.

“Ev?” Benny was beside him in an instant.

“Daddy?” Everly wandered out from behind the tree, and Frankie took a deep breath, calming himself. She was unscathed . . . except for the dye that now stained her arms, legs, face, hair. She was grinning widely, and held up her doll, who was also covered in a rainbow of dye.

“Cricket, what did you do?” Frankie gaped, wondering just how she managed to get almost every inch of exposed skin in such a short amount of time.

“Miss Mildew wanted her hair to be pretty,” Everly explained.

“Your dolls name is Miss Mildew?” Santi asked, red in the face with held back laughter. Everly nodded proudly. She had heard the word on television one night and latched onto it.

“What do you think is worse,” Will murmured to Benny, “Ev swearing, or Ev covered in dye?”

“Swearing,” Benny said snickering, “you can wash out the dye, you can’t unlearn a word.”

“What word?” Everly asked. Ears of a hawk, Frankie thought.

“The word you’re not allowed to say,” Will said.

“And what word would that be?” A smooth voice behind them almost made Frankie jump out of his skin. His wife, beautiful and terrifying all at once, stood on the patio, one hand on her stomach, the other on her hip.

“Fuck!” Everly declared loudly and proudly.

“Teaching my child new words, I see, Benjamin.”

Benny to his credit, at least looked more apologetic than he did with Frankie.

Frankie’s wife waddled down into the yard and set her gaze on her husband. “That dye won’t make her sick will it?”

“No, no, not at all,” he said. He had specifically brought kid friendly, skin safe, non-toxic dye.

“Good. Then I’m gonna go lie down and try and forget my four-year-old just said the eff-word and is every colour under the sun.” His wife shook her head and rolled her eyes at Benny. Once she was inside, Frankie turned to Everly.

“C’mon, we gotta clean you up,” he reached to pick Everly up who shook her head.

“We gotta see what they look like first!” she said. Frankie considered her point and nodded.

“Alright, cricket,” he said. They unravelled the clothes to a chorus of oohs and aahs, Everly clapped her green hands together as her multi-coloured shorts and top were revealed.

Benny sheepishly wandered over to Frankie as he put everything in the washing machine. “Hey man, I really am sorry about that.”

Frankie shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Just buy the missus as much caffeine as she wants when she’s done breastfeeding and she’ll forget all about it.”

“I hope so. Her bad side is not a place I wanna be.”

Frankie laughed and scooped up Everly in his arms. Her curls were streaked with blue and her cheeks were magenta. “Trust me, she won’t stay mad for long. I don’t think she’s that mad to be honest.”

“You don’t?” Benny sounded unsure.

“Well she didn’t yell, and it looked like she was trying not to laugh. All things considered, I think today was a success story.”

Tagging @sharkbait77 because I think you’d enjoy this

#i love it when kids swear #frankie fix #frankie fic #triple frontier

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buckyodinson · 4 years

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hello sweetie! can you write some hc about the age gap ✨? you could choose the pedro’s boy, i’ll read it with so much interest

Hey!! Thank you for requesting! I chose Frankie for this (big surprise, I’m obsessed with that man!) I hope you enjoy! 😊💛

✨ Age Gap with Frankie

there was a fairly considerable age difference between you and Frankie

but it didn’t bother either of you, so who gives a shit

right?

he met you at a bar when he was waiting for the rest of the guys one evening

it was his own fault for getting there super early so he sat himself at the bar and nursed a bottle of beer as he sat and waited

after about 10 minutes, you approached and sat on the barstool next to him, tapping your glass at the bartender for a refill with a smile, and also asking for another of what Frankie was having

“oh, y-you really don’t have to” he stuttered once he got a good look at you

“I want to” you smiled as you paid for the drinks, turning your body to face him and holding a hand out to shake

you exchanged names and chatted for a while before your friends dragged you out of the bar

you had just enough time to scrawl your number on a napkin and shove it into his hand before you were being pushed away from him

Frankie was flattered

but he was confused more than anything

as he looked around the bar, he saw plenty of attractive guys closer to your age who seemed single enough as they hung out with their friends

the whole evening he was with the guys, he couldn’t get you off of his mind

what drew you to him?

as soon as he got home, he text you and the rest was history

the guys teased him about it when he first took you to meet them

“never pegged you as the sugar daddy type, Fish!” Will sniggered from across the table in the bar as he was on his third or fourth beer

“yeah, you know he’s not rich, right?” Benny joined in, equally tipsy

you simply leaned further into Frankie’s side, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his cheek, not missing the distant look in his eyes

“come on, stop giving him a hard time, guys.” Santiago would pipe up

“yeah, old man might have a heart attack.” Will choked out, and him and Benny dissolved into a fit of giggles

you yawned and tapped Frankie’s thigh, “C’mon, babe. I’m tired. Let’s go home.”

he gave you a small smile as he stood up and he clapped Santi on the back before you said your goodbyes and walked out to Frankie’s truck

the drive back to Frankie’s place was quiet, and you could tell Frankie had something on his mind, but you didn’t want to push him

you got ready for bed almost in silence and only when you were laying in bed and Frankie was turned away from you instead of wrapped up with you, did you say something

you reached a hand out to tug on his shoulder and pull him onto his back, looking down at his somber expression

“talk to me, Frankie.”

he was quiet for a moment, and you gave him that little while to collect his thoughts

“the guys are right... what are you doing with me? I don’t deserve you.”

“Frankie... I don’t give a shit what the boys think. And note, I’m using the word boys. Because that’s what they are. They had a few drinks in them and they turned into teenagers. You’re a man, and that’s what I love about you.”

he made no inclination to reply so you carried on

“that night at the bar, there must have been 30 guys in that place that I could’ve struck up a conversation with. But I picked you. There was something about you as you sat at the bar, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. My friends got tired of me staring and made me go speak to you.”

he raised an eyebrow at that

“and you’ve done everything to prove I made the right choice that night. You’re an absolute gentleman, and every time you look at me or touch me or do pretty much anything, I fall a little bit harder for you.”

a small smile tugged on his lips

“I don’t give a shit that you’re older than me, Frankie. It literally makes no difference at all. Fuck anyone who thinks differently. I love you as you are and I wouldn’t change you.” You lean down and press a ghost of a kiss to his lips and he presses back against you, deepening it

Frankie still gets self conscious sometimes that you’re gonna change your mind and leave him for a younger guy, but then he sees the glint in your eyes when you’re looking at him, and feels the soft touch of your fingers wherever they can appropriately (and sometimes inappropriately) reach in public

and he can see you truly love him for who he is

and yeah, fuck anyone who thinks differently

(you definitely give Will and Benny a piece of your mind after that evening, and they know not to fuck with you again)

Send in a headcanon ask for one of Pedro’s boys!

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mikeisthricedeceased · 3 years

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Gimmie all the headcanons you can think of for any characters I’m a slut for all of them

Oh shit we’re going all in lmao

~ Smut 18+ under the cut ~

My first headcanon for these guys is my usual catchphrase: All Men Are Subs!

So, I usually write them according to that. The degree of subby-ness can very, but that’s the general rule

And here’s some random headcanons (some of these are kinda specific to fics I’ve got planned so a few details are relevant to the OCs I have each guy paired with)

Ezra is talkative and eloquent until he gets distracted watching you work on stuff around the ship. He isn’t even aware that he’s stopped talking until you glance his way and he’s just staring openly at you. Might be the first hints of his competency kink

Din is very similar but he has the added benefit of being hidden behind a helmet. He also doesn’t know how to flirt so he’d probably just be a little overly polite with you. Will be very aware of his surroundings whenever you’re walking next to one another, trying not to think about your hand being right there

Marcus P and Marcus M both are really big on domesticity. Pike likes keeping some of your stuff around his apartment: a few sets of clothes, some toiletries, satin pillow case, favorite snacks, the basics. He also gets super happy when you keep stuff for him at your place. Moreno hugs you from behind a lot, leaning his head on your shoulder while you do something. He gives neck and back rubs like it’s his job (which it kinda is since he’s your husband)

Paz loves laying on you and having you lay on him. He’s a big dude and just being sprawled out on a bed with you is the most relaxing thing in the world for him with his chaotic life. And the quickest way to turn that massive tank of a man into a desperate mess is to straddle him while he’s sprawled out like that and just slowly grind

Frankie is the sweetest. Definitely getting more adventurous with some things, is often confused but eager to learn. Super flustered when you praise him but that’s mostly because he’s not used to it and he really really likes it. Could absolutely tease him for hours and he’d just gaze at you with those big soft eyes the whole time

Santi isn’t exactly a brat, but he’ll make a few snarky little remarks because he just can’t help himself. Likes being teased but he can only take so much before he’s urging you to do something more substantial. He’ll also gladly go again a few minutes after a round. A weird combo of easily overwhelmed and insatiable

I have this random headcanon about Dio being very particular about his hair. He uses that stuff that makes it look perpetually damp and he doesn’t let people touch it. It becomes kinda like a trust thing with him and he opens up slowly. Hangs around you without any product sometimes and eventually, with enough time, he’ll let you run your fingers through it and maybe give it a little tug

Blue is the biggest brat. Loses his mind when you don’t react to his provocations. If he does manage to push you far enough, don’t be afraid to get rough

I think the easiest way to describe Javi G is just to call him a simp sugar daddy. Buys you everything you could ever want or need, worships the ground you walk on, falls all over himself to please you. Becomes the most bashful man in the whole world if you so much as flash him a smile

Poe is the biggest flirt in the Resistance and when he’s actually interested in you he might strain his jaw from the amount of saucy smirks he sends your way. Respectful but also tries a little too hard because he isn’t sure if you actually like him back or just think he’s funny

Obi-Wan likes that you match his wit (even outwit him) whenever you talk. Holding hands through the Force is a thing because he’s big time touchstarved. Behind closed doors, grab him by the belt and lead him around, that composed facade will fly right out the window

~*~*~*~

Might add more later but these are the ones I could list off the top of my head lmao

#cinewhore #as many as I could think of #headcanons #ezra prospect #din djarin #marcus pike #marcus moreno #paz vizsla #frankie morales #santiago garcia #shane dio morrissey #blue jones #javier gutierrez #poe dameron #obi wan kenobi

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biromanatees-like-cats · 4 years

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go ahead do all the things in the ship post ~

me: oh shit i missed this ask

me: what ship post???????????????? *scrolls blog back to Xmas*

Is it this one, anon??

wait that went to the main blog? I got an anon on the main blog? jfc it’s a miracle.

Welp, sorry, anon, this definitely won’t be what you wanted, feel free to ask again for what you want!

Ship that you have as an OTP: 🌹

Khalila/Darioooooooooooooooooooo

Ship that you’re indifferent to: 😑

Am I indifferent to anything??? There are so few possible ships lol. I’m reasonably indifferent to ships with Glain in them, for my own writing purposes, as I headcanon Glain as aroace and happy single.

Ship that makes you sad: 💔

JESS/MORGAN noooooooooooo why Caine

Brendan/Neska!! see above!!!

I am incapable of writing happy Jess/Khalila/Dario poly. I have tried. It dunt work.

I suspect there are more answers in my brain that are hiding rn.

Ship that you find disgusting: 💩

Haven’t found one yet, and probably won’t. Disgusting is a strong word. You wanna ship, idk, Eskander/Wolfe? Artifex/Wolfe? Go ahead!!

AS SOON AS I WROTE THOSE EXAMPLES I WAS LIKE ‘OOOOOH GIMME,’ OOPS ...

No, ok, here’s my point. I don’t actually think there are any ships that I would consider disgusting, but there are several ships that I wouldn’t read if they were treated as fluffy and normal. If I read a dodgy ship, I want to explore the fucked-up-ness.

Ship that you find cute but don’t ship: ✌

@librarysnek has done Glain/Morgan, that was adorable.

Ship that you secretly like: 💚

I don’t think I have secrets on here lol. *pokes the brain* I mean, I haven’t spoken about Annis/Morgan for a while?? Thank you Sword and Pen for getting rid of an excellent opportunity. (Sin? Not Sin? Who knows??)

Ship that you used to have as an OTP: 💙

I was 100% Thomas/Jess. Don’t get me wrong, I still ship them SO MUCH but they don’t occupy OTP space in my brain anymore.

Ship that you find most sexy: 👅

... Sugar Baby AU Nic/Dario ...

Ship that you can never see happening: 👎

Like I said before, anything with Glain in it.

Actually, better, also, I don’t see any shippiness in Thomas/Glain. Shut up Khalila, you were wrong. I actually have a theory for that which I might remember should I ever reach that point in the reread. Like, some people have adorable platonic headcanons for them, and that’s great, I love that, but not romantic shipping, not for me.

Ship that is canon but you don’t ship: 💤

Keria/Eskander. I don’t caaaaaaaaaaare.

Ship that is unpopular but you still like: 💘

Everything I sin lol.

Ship that is taboo: 💦

AHAHAHAHAHAHA. I LIVE FOR TABOO. I am also up for reading noncon stuff too, don’t know if I’ll write any though.

Ship that pisses you off: 💣

???? i don’t? think? any??

Ship you’re curious about: 👀

You mean other than using Annis and Saleh as my headcanon sluts who sleep with the whole gang one by one??

I am eternally curious about Jess/Khalila. I can’t untangle Khalila from Dario enough to write it properly myself, but I ship it SO HARD and am DYING to see someone do it.

I am also curious about ships involving the new Curia. I’m tentatively shipping the Litterae Magnus, Carole Vargas, with the Artifex Magnus, Greta Jones, as well as some Thomas/Greta. (Maybe Vargas/Dario, just for sinful fun...)

Ship that needs more love: 💖

Thomas/Jess ALWAYS needs more love imo.

I’d also love more exploration of Santi and Zara - poor @wolfespuppies is tackling that whole mystery alone!!

ANYTHING FEMSLASH!!!!!!!!!!!

Ship that is most misunderstood: 💢

meh, idk?

Ship that you didn’t expect to ship but now do:

Gold-standard answer to this question is Khalila/Dario. I started off as a Thomas/Jess, Wolfe/Santi girl with virtually no interest in K/D. No, I have no fucking idea what happened, either.

I also really didn’t expect, when I first headcanoned Dario as fancying Santi, to be actually shipping them a year later, though admittedly only in a Daddy kink AU.

#ask #blog confusion ugh

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snowbellewells · 5 years

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Beautiful in the Broken Places

A CS Secret Santa 2k18 gift for @kitsunewingstar (I wish I could do art to go with it, but I sadly have no skill or know-how with that)

Hello, and I hope you will enjoy this little Christmas story full of cookies, cuddles, and CS future family fluff! This is a gift for @kitsunewingstar, and though it is a day late, I do send it to you with all my best wishes for a safe and happy holiday season and a bright New Year my new friend!!

This takes place a few years after season six, sometime in the time after Henry leaves to find his own story during season seven, but instead takes place in the peaceful domesticity I hope Emma and Killian were able to enjoy back in Storybrooke as a married couple with a little one.

Merry Christmas and without further adieu, here is my CS Secret Santa 2k18 gift story!!

“Beautiful in the Broken Places”

By: @snowbellewells

Snowflakes drifted lightly on the crisp winter breeze outside the Swan-Jones home in Storybrooke, Maine, making the pale, grey day look as wintry and bright as it should a scant few hours before Christmas morning. The downy flecks of feathered white sifted to Earth, gradually covering the spacious yard leading all the way to their dock and stretch of the shore, much to the delight of Hope Swan-Jones, where she stood on the seat of a kitchen chair, braced lightly by her mother’s watchful hands, peering out the window toward the choppy waves with her little palms on the countertop for balance, looking out the window in awe at the bright, almost magical blanket on the ground, turning dry, wintry brown to startlingly beautiful white.

“Okay, Hopey,” Emma finally urged, trying to move on with their task before her husband got home for supper. A light chuckle crept into her voice as it often did at using her daughter’s self-chosen moniker. One that she could only imagine came from the little girl’s having an older brother whom she idolized named Henry, and two little friends - Thomas and Ashley’s second child Toby and Philip and Aurora’s little girl Mary - making her think her name should end in a ‘y’ too. Emma would have never imagined herself, even a mere five or six years ago, using cutesy nicknames with a second child of her own, puttering away in the kitchen so the place would smell of fresh-baked cookies for her husband’s return. After all the loneliness, pain and doubt of her early life, and the danger, trial and loss of her first few years as the Savior and lost princess when she and Killian’s story began, what she had before her seemed almost too happy and idyllic to be real. “Ready to get down now?” she asked again. “We’d better start icing these cookies if you want some ready for Papa when he gets home and to leave out for Santa tonight.”

“M’kay!” Hope chirped enthusiastically, jumping down from her perch to scamper over to the table once more, then crawling back up to sit when her mom moved the chair over into its original place, already bouncing excitedly in her seat as Emma came to sit beside her, patiently showing her how to slather the homemade mix of milk and powdered sugar white icing over cutout baked sleighs and bells, Christmas trees and stars, and gingerbread men and women. Emma iced with her for several minutes, affectionately amused at Hope’s focused concentration on the task until the oven timer went off, signaling that their final batch of the cookies were finished baking.

For several blissful minutes they worked happily together in the warm, cozy kitchen, mother and daughter content with the lights from their lit tree in the next room blinking in multicolored accompaniment from the hall and providing a festive glow, Emma’s iTunes playing an eclectic holiday mix as cheerful background, and the sweet scent of cookies baking indeed beginning to pervade the room and whole first floor. Even as she began to move cookies from the baking sheet to the wax paper on the counter to cool, Emma kept an eye on Hope so she wouldn’t wiggle from her seat in her enthusiasm and end up falling. Once again she bit back a chuckle at the way her daughter hummed “Here Comes Santy Claus” and mumbled along her childish phrasing of the words softly in her cherubic little girl voice as she worked.

All was calm in their little space until Hope let out a dismayed gasp and ‘uh oh’ before the sound of cookie pieces hitting the floor alerted her mother’s ears. “What is it, Baby?” Emma turned fully, ready to comfort and soothe at the sad look on her four-year-old’s toddler face, tears already brimming in little eyes that were an exact blue mirror of her father’s.

“I broke him, Mama,” Hope cried, holding up the gingerbread man she had been painstakingly outlining in white icing and pressing Red Hots to as accents. Clearly, she had pressed one with a bit too much force and snapped the cookie arm off short.

Moving over to gently gather the little girl into a comforting hug, Emma shushed the gathering tears, knowing that between the impatience and bold reactions Hope had inherited from her, the passion of her father, and the full measure she had received of both their stubbornness, if Hope’s tears got started it would be a whole different scene Killian walked into than the homey welcome she had planned. “It’s alright,” she soothed, holding the gingerbread man Hope had decorated up for the child’s inspection. “You did a good job, kiddo. He’ll still taste the same - and he’s looking pretty sharp, if you ask me. One arm being a little shorter won’t change how good the cookie is at all. It just makes him...unique.” She added the last bit as an afterthought, but something about her words seemed to connect with Hope as her youngest appeared deep in thought for several moments. When she did pipe up again, her words hit Emma square in the chest, making her blink back quick tears of stunned surprise.

“He’s like Daddy!” Hope exclaimed, taking back her cookie and seeming to hold onto it with a newly reverent care and pride. She looked to her mom for affirmation, and though Emma found her words clogged tightly in her throat, she nodded vigorously to Hope’s assertion, wanting the child to know how very fitting an idea it was.

“You’re right, Sweetheart,” she finally managed to rasp through her swelling emotions. “Daddy’s just all that much more special, isn’t he? He may be missing a hand, but he can do anything he needs and then some.”

Nodding vigorously, Hope went back to work, finishing off the gingerbread man with a big, white icing and red sugar heart on its chest “to make it like Papa’s too” she’d explained, and then continued on to make cookie versions of Mama and Henry and Hopey as well, clearly once again pleased with her efforts.

By the time Killian blustered in the front door from his job as harbormaster, the snow flecking his dark hair and woolen collar and the chilly wind at his back, calling out to ask where his two ladies were this fine Christmas Eve, Emma and Hope were giggling and singing along to “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” and licking icing and sprinkles from their sticky fingers over the sink, the Christmas cookie operation nearly complete.

Her husband’s tall, lean form appeared in the doorway, and for a moment Emma’s breath caught as she sat Hope down and the youngster squealed in delight, running across the room to her papa and launching herself into Killian’s arms. Even after nearly seven years of marriage, multiple battles, curses, separations and reunions, he still looked every bit the dashing rapscallion who had won her heart piece by grudging, gradual piece, and she loved him for it all over again. None of this life they shared would be possible if he hadn’t been willing to stick around and fight for their love, even when she had yet been too guarded and uncertain to believe.

Their eyes met over Hope’s head as Killian hugged his daughter close to his chest, and the knowing light in his gaze, the glow of warmth he sent toward her with an easy smile assured Emma that in this moment, once again, they understood each other.

Pulling back to grin broadly at his little girl, Killian asked jovially, “And just what have my two lovely elves been up to all day? It smells like Mrs. Claus’ kitchen itself in here!”

“We made Christmas cookies!” Hope proclaimed proudly, urging her father forward to the table until she could lean over to reach the particular cookie made in his likeness, and grab it up to offer him. “See Papa? This one is like you. He has an extra big heart, even with his missing hand.”

Emma could see the pronouncement caught her pirate every bit as strongly as it had her, though - to his credit - he barely seemed to miss a beat, grinning as he blinked misty eyes and planted a kiss atop his daughter’s riotously curling hair. “I do see, my little lass. And that is quite the compliment. I love it.”

Giggling, but obviously quite satisfied with his effusive praise, Hope held the cookie out, urging her Papa to have the first bite. As Killian oohed and aahed, smacking his lips and singing his little girl’s praises, asking if she was sure she didn’t have Mama use magic they were so good, Emma could only look on with a heart utterly full at how blessed she was to have a home and a family and a house full of love, more than she once could have ever dreamed.

~~~~*~~~*~~~~

Later that night, when Hope was at last asleep in her room upstairs, after finally being convinced she couldn’t wait up for Santa or he would never come, Emma sat curled up into Killian’s side on the couch in their living room, her sock feet tucked under her, his arm wrapped warmly around her and the pleasing rumble of his laughter vibrating through her from his chest. “Did you tell her that about the cookie?” Killian mused idly, when the nighttime stillness had fallen between them once again. His fingers caressed up and down her arm making Emma shiver with awareness despite the cocoon of blankets and his body heat she had snuggled herself into.

Shaking her head to his question, Emma could only smile at her husband in fond amusement, both at how he still couldn’t seem to see the amazing man he was to everyone who loved him and that he would believe anyone could influence their own little pirate to believe anything other than what she decided to. “The cookie broke while she was icing it, and I was trying to keep her from getting too upset. I only assured her it would taste just as good, and that it would be unique. She came up with the rest on her own.”

Killian’s clear, beguiling eyes were suspiciously bright as he shook his head in disbelief. To think that his daughter found him not only whole, but extraordinary, that a child could look up to him of all people, after all he had suffered and all he had done, was still almost more than the reformed Captain Hook could fathom. “You’re both much more than I deserve,” he whispered against her brow, lips lingering on her skin.

Emma clutched her husband tightly, humming into his kiss. “That goes right back at you, for me,” she replied fervently, praying he believed how deeply she meant every word.

Dipping his head to capture her lips fully with his own, cradling her chin in his hand, Killian swept her up, and Emma gave herself over to his ardent embrace, savoring for just one more moment the star lit on the top of their tree and the echo of the glimmering jewels of the many more in the night sky beyond before closing her eyes in bliss. The gift they had been given in this peaceful night together was a special kind of magic all its own - Christmas magic - and she wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.

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Since you updated the ask on what your ocs call their lovers, can you do an updated version of what they would like you to call them? (i swear you did answer an ask about what they like to be called but i cant find it)

What they like to be called

[Some of these repeat between characters. A continuation to this post. Will delete the old one as well.]

//-[TCE]-//

Belo: Guardian; Light.

Santi: Sugardick; Love; Stud; Sweetheart.

Grimbly: Pretty boy; Cutie; Twink (depends); Pookie.

Patches: Honey; Pumpkin; Moonlight.

Sybastian: Tiger; Mate.

Vinnel: Most flower names; Sunshine.

Gallon: Beloved; Precious.

Morell: Big guy; Hunk; Pudding.

Nebul: Master; Sir.

Fank-e: Goober; Silly; Boo.

Anomalies/Aquarium

Hellion: Sunflower; Dandelion.

Pebble: Aventurine (after you show him the rock); Blue.

Colmei: Honey.

Glauk: Friend; Buddy.

Magus: Big boy; Mate.

//-[Icons]-//

Vesper: Hotcock; Manwhore; Slut; Daddy; Any and all obscene names.

Zizz: Sleepyhead; Dear; Sunshine.

Vorticia: Sweetcake;

Cero: Highness; Flawless; Idol.

Rinx: Treasure; Lord; Sir.

Livius: Prefers whatever you like to be called.

Kalymir: Mighty; Flame; Crimson King.

//-[Siadar and more]-//

Krulu: Lordship; My worship/higher; Guide; Savior; Lord-Master.

Miara: My lady; Dawn; Mother; Mommy; Goddess.

Dorem: Surprise him.

//-[Misc]-//

Breg: Husband. 💍

Fasma: Sugar; Snookums; Shug

Shags: Beloved; Virtuoso (playfully);

Ludwig: Babe; Handsome.

Obie: Babycakes; Sugarpie; all kinds of silly food names.

Mervin: Prince; Master.

Lacai: Lovebug;

Nena: Lovebug; Flutter.

Pinter: Boss; Hubby.

Adelo: Wants you to call him the dumbest things you can think of.

Adrul: My prince; Lover; Heart (or anything that means heart in foreign languages).

Sever: Has no idea what nicknames/pet names are.

Ivani: Princess (will never fucking admit it); Pretty.

Katia: Snugglebug; Softie; Kat.

Jonesy: Halo; Iris.

Rei: King; Star; Champ.

Katalina: Darling; Precious.

#general tce #monsterwhorre

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SPOTLIGHT FILMS: 24 OF THE BEST 2017 MIFO LGBT FILM FESTIVAL MIAMI EDITION MOVIES

Photos provided by MiFo LGBT Film Festival

A CHANGE OF HEART (U.S., 2017) Director: Kenny Ortega Cast: Jim Belushi, Virginia Madsen, Aimee Teegarden, Gloria Estefan

Frustrated with his life, Hank (Jim Belushi) is man whose circumstances have driven him to fear diversity, yet his Central Florida town is adhering less and less to the white, straight profile with which he's comfortable. After suffering a heart attack, Hank's life is saved by a transplant… from a Puerto Rican drag queen? Playing on both the literal and symbolic significance of that most treasured of organs, A Change of Heart reminds us that even the most hardened among us can learn to embrace difference, accept love, and move on with life.

APRICOT GROVES (Armenia, 2016) Director: Pouria Heidary Oureh Cast: Hovhannes Azoyan, Narbe Vartan, Samvel Sarkisyan

Aram, an Iranian-Armenian trans man living in the U.S. since childhood, returns to Armenia to meet his girlfriend's conservative family. Over the course of the day-long journey, Aram's brother helps him prepare for the meeting, while also coming to terms with his transition. Aram sees many cultural, religious, and national differences on the one-day trip, but harder obstacles are ahead. Apricot Groves is a quiet and introspective film which beautifully illustrates the bittersweet notion of reconnecting with a culture that may not be accepting of who you've become.

B&B (UK, 2017) Director: Joe Ahearne Cast: Sean Teale, Paul McGann, Tom Bateman

Handsome gay Londoners Marc and Fred plan a weekend of mischief, returning to bait the owner of a remote B&B who they successfully sued a year prior for not allowing them to share a bed. Events take a deadly turn when another guest, with far more sinister intentions, arrives. Marc and Fred's weekend of fun turns into a suspenseful battle for survival in this smart, comedic dark thriller. B&B will keep you guessing 'til the end.

BOYS IN THE TREES (Australia, 2016) Director: Nicholas Verso Cast: Toby Wallace, Gulliver McGrath, Mitzi Ruhlmann

It's Halloween 1997 – the last night of high school for Corey, Jango and the rest of their skater gang. When Corey encounters Jonah, a former childhood friend now victimized by Jango's cruel streak, Corey takes pity on him and agrees to walk him home for old time's sake. What starts off as a normal walk through empty suburban streets descends into something darker and magical. On the night of the grave's delight, even the most buried truths will surface.

CENTER OF MY WORLD (Germany/Austria, 2016) Director: Jakob M. Erwa Cast: Inka Friedrich, Sascha Alexander Gersak, Thomas Goritzki

After a summer spent with his best friend Kat to escape his family, Phil goes back to school and starts to question his feelings towards Nicholas, a new classmate.

HANDSOME DEVIL (Ireland, 2016) Director: John Butler Cast: Fionn O'Shea, Nicholas Galitzine, Andrew Scott

This hilarious coming-of-age comedy follows Ned, a willowy, rebellious music-loving outcast forced to share a room with mysterious star athlete Conor, after being sent away to a rugby-obsessed all-boys boarding school. Opposites in almost every way, the pair form an unlikely bond over the course of the school year as they navigate the trials and tribulations of being teenage misfits. When a new English teacher arrives at the school, the oddball friends finally begin to see a way to have their voices heard.

KEPT BOY (U.S., 2017) Director: George Bamber Cast: Jon Paul Phillips, Thure Riefenstein, Greg Audino

Interior designer/reality show star Farleigh Knock has a knack for keeping beautiful things around his home – like Dennis. So when Fairleigh gives him the unthinkable ultimatum for his 30th birthday to get a job or get out, Dennis goes from kept boy to lost man. Based on a novel by Robert Rodi who specializes in gay satires on queer archetypes, George Bamber directs this dark gay comedy that shows life with a sugar daddy is bittersweet and poses the question, what is love and what is the price to keep it?

LIKE FOAM (Spain, 2017) Director: Roberto Perez Toledo Cast: Sara Sálamo, Diego Martínez, Daniel Muriel

An emotional journey of lost human beings trying to find themselves takes place in what could be considered a fairly strange place – an orgy in a Spanish mansion. A message circulates from mobile phone to mobile phone and it is started! All at once, a diverse range of strangers get together, searching for sex, and in doing so they expose their funny, sexy and profound sides. Like Foam shows that things are not always what they seem and never has an orgy been so funny and full of love.

POLITICAL ANIMALS (U.S., 2016) Directors: Jonah Markowitz and Tracy Wares Cast: Jackie Goldberg, Christine Kehoe, Sheila Kuehl

Political Animals tells the story of one of the largest civil rights struggles of this century – the gay rights movement – through the eyes of four elected women, often left out of LGBT histories until now. An emotionally charged film, it follows four groundbreaking lesbians who took the fight for the causes most personal to them and their communities off the streets and into the halls of government. Fierce, determined, focused and passionate, these women had the courage and foresight to begin the critical work of legal rights for the LGBT community.

PROM KING, 2010 (U.S., 2017) Director: Christopher Schaap Cast: Julia Weldon, Mikaela Izquierdo, Lionel Thomas

Charlie is a college student who loves love. He loves the way James Dean and Natalie Wood passionately kiss with the sublime punctuation of a swelling orchestra and Laurence Olivier's vow to take Joan Fontaine behind a tree and make "violent love" to her. But when Charlie finds his romantic pursuits leading to icky online encounters, seedy back rooms in leather bars, and the unexpected tears of cute freshmen who aren't "really out," Charlie starts to worry that his homosexuality is an incompatible factor with the classic, Hollywood romance he's always aspired towards.

REBELS ON POINTE (Canada, 2016) Director: Bobbi Jo Hart

Exploring universal themes of identity, dreams, family and love, Rebels on Pointe is a film celebrating the famous Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo. The all-male, comic ballet company was founded in the '70s on the heels of New York's Stonewall riots and has a huge worldwide cult following. The film juxtaposes behind-the-scenes access, rich archives and history, intimate character-driven stories, and amazing dance performances. It's a story which ultimately proves that a ballerina is not only a woman dancing, but an act of revolution in a tutu.

SEAT IN SHADOW (UK, 2016) Director: Henry Coombes Cast: Henry Coombes, Ross Hunter, Jonathan Leslie

Out of the imagination of acclaimed artist-filmmaker Henry Coombes comes Albert, an eccentric, aging painter doubling as an unconventional, Jung-inspired psychotherapist. When Albert's friend asks him to counsel her lethargic grandson Ben, whose ongoing boyfriend problems are rapidly fueling an already deep depression, their subsequent therapy sessions reveal as much about Albert as they do about the troubled young man. Coombes' debut feature is a witty, perceptive study of social mores, sexual excess and the bizarre, symbiotic relationship between doctor and patient; teacher and pupil; artist and muse.

SOMETHING LIKE SUMMER (U.S., 2017) Director: David Berry Cast: Grant Davis, Davi Santos, Ben Baur

Benjamin is the only guy at his high school with the courage to come out of the closet. Putting up with the bullies and his classmates' whispered condemnations keeps him from pursuing his dream of being a singer. Instead, Ben spends his summer vacation stalking Tim, the handsome athlete who just moved to town. Something Like Summer follows the course of true love over the span of a dozen years, from awkward adolescence through challenging adulthood, featuring seven original musical numbers and the artwork of a talented young artist.

THE LAVENDER SCARE (U.S., 2017) Director: Josh Howard

With the United States gripped in the panic of the Cold War, President Dwight D. Eisenhower deems homosexuals to be "security risks" and orders the immediate firing of any government employee discovered to be gay or lesbian. It triggers a vicious witch hunt that ruins tens of thousands of lives and thrusts an unlikely hero into the forefront of what would become the modern LGBT rights movement. The Lavender Scare shines a light on a chapter of American history that has never received the attention it deserves.

THE PASS (UK, 2016) Director: Ben A. Williams Cast: Russell Tovey, Arinzé Kene, Lisa McGrillis

Nineteen-year-olds Jason (Russell Tovey) and Ade have been preparing themselves for a lifetime in professional football for as long as they can remember. On the evening before their first big match, the two of them play out their insecurities in a Romanian hotel room; mock-fighting, preparing their kit, slinging insults, and then one of them kisses the other. The ramifications of this 'pass' reverberate throughout their careers. In a profession where image is everything, fame and fortune comes closely tied with secrets and lies.

VARICHINA: THE TRUE STORY OF THE FAKE LIFE OF LORENZO DE SANTIS (Italy, 2017) Director: Mariangela Barbanente and Antonio Palumbo Cast: Totò Onnis, Federica Torchetti, Ketty Volpe

Varichina was the first openly out homosexual man in Bari in the '70s. Ugly, flashy and campy, he was well known for making coarse advances to every man he saw. He was gay, had nothing to hide, and lived a life of celebration! Funny and heartwarming, Varichina: The True Story of the Fake Life of Lorenzo de Santis is a documentary/fiction hybrid looking at someone who was way out, long before it was socially acceptable.

MEN'S SHORTS: MAN, OH MAN

FAW Director: Dany Campos, Spain, 22 mins.

IN THE PAINT Director: Ashton Pina, U.S., 7 mins.

JOHNNY IS GAY Director: Pablo Tobon-Gallo, Spain, 11 mins.

LIGHTRIPPING Director: Marcio Miranda Perez, Brazil, 22 mins.

MARZ Directors: Bobby Yan, U.S., 11 mins.

MY SUGAR DADDY Director: Dawid Ullgren, Sweden, 13 mins.

ONE DAY TO THE NEXT Directors: Julio Montesino & Alexis Bosch, U.S., 16 mins.

THE NIGHT CLEANER Director: Blair Fukumura, Canada, 6 mins.

This was originally published in Wire Magazine Issue 16.2017

#wire magazine #wiremag.com #wire #miami #miami beach #south beach #sobe #fort lauderdale #wynwood #wilton manors #gay #lgbt #glbt #spotlight films #16.2017

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