#fic: on that bumpy road to love
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day 21. petplay. with. an yujin.
369 words.
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kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, petplay, the most puppy-coded idol of all, blowjob, no more tags, i’m tired, well, it’s not like there’s a lot of material here anyway.
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busy day = short fic. even shorter than usual, that is. i ask for your forgiveness. amicably, leaf.
There’s one moment when she earns it, when all her efforts pay off.
It’s always been hard to make Yujin behave, to make her the good puppy that you know she can be, and success isn’t a destination, it’s a bumpy, tortuous road made of failures, of lots of frustration and an equal dose of patience. But you believe in positive affirmation; when a dog does what you ask her to, you give her a treat. It’s not a mere exchange of goods and services, it’s about establishing a relationship.
It’s the moment right before you cum. Yujin is on her knees, wearing nothing but a pair of brown dog ears, her palms on your thighs and her lips around your girth, tongue roaming all around your length and your tip for your pleasure as well as her own amusement. A give and take, if you will. That exact second, it’s clear what she has to do. Or rather, it’s clear to her, in your mind there’s only the prospect of painting her throat white while you stare into her deep brown eyes. The puppy girl retreats her mouth from your dick, lowers her head and reaches forward, pressing her nose to your shaft and starting to repeatedly nibble your ballsack in the most gentle, least reckless and frankly least Yujin way possible, because she knows you love when she does that.
The road is bumpy and tortuous for her, too. Having to contain and control her zealousness, her impulsiveness, the rush to get what she needs and to get it now (“There’s an empty hallway right behind that corner, let’s just hide there, or do you not wanna eat my ass~?” The two of you were in a train station.), it’s far from an easy task for her. She’s doing her best to behave, and she’s doing it for you.
In that moment, you think, well, not exactly think, more like act accordingly, thoughts are deferred to later: good doggos deserve a treat, and a treat, in the form of countless spurts of cum messily landing all over her face, her neck, her shoulders and her tits, is what you give her. To each effort a proportionate reward.
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is The Nightmare Before Christmas a halloween movie or a christmas movie? festively, leaf.
#kinktober#kinktober 2023#girl group smut#idol smut#female idol smut#kpop fanfic#kpop smut#idol x reader#idol x male reader#ive#yujin#an yujin#ive yujin#ive smut#yujin smut#an yujin smut#ive yujin smut
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A Bumpy Road {Frankie Morales x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 12.6k
Warnings: Fake marriages, mentions of emotional alienation/affairs, fighting, drunk driving, death, feelings, injuries, mentions of surgeries, confessions, oral sex, vaginal sex, mentions of family planning
Comments: In order to stay on his team and keep his toxic ex in-laws from gaining custody of his daughter, Frankie does something crazy. He marries you, his friend. You need insurance and he needs someone to care for his daughter, ignoring how he feels about you until he ends up hurt on his deployment.
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You have an idea, it’s outrageous, outlandish and completely insane but it might just actually work. You bite your lip nervously as Frankie paces in front of you, swiping his hands through his hair and it’s unusual to not hear the rasp of the shorter military high and tight he used to wear. Since being accepted into Delta, he had been allowed to grow his hair out past normal regulation, the need to look less like the soldier necessary for the ops he would be running. Unless he has to give up his entire career because of the three year old little girl currently napping in her room upstairs.
“How could they do this?” Frankie hisses, angry and frustrated. Scared that they actually could take his daughter from him, terrified they would. “They can’t do this. I just- I asked for help while I was deployed! Not to take her from me!” It had been a mistake to reach out, to talk about his upcoming deployment. The papers had been delivered by a court server today. He was being sued for full custody of his little girl by his late wife’s family.
Your mind races, trying to talk yourself out of the crazy idea but you can’t. It would work. Better yet, people who knew you would believe it. And Frankie could prove that he had care in place for his daughter, stability. The military would get off his back and his former in-laws would have no case. The bonus would be that you would have health insurance for the first time in years. “Frank.” You murmur quietly, following his frantic pacing. “Frankie!” You call louder, getting his attention this time as he stops mid-turn to look at you. “Marry me.”
His eyes widen, absorbing your words, and he thinks back on how damn long he’s been in love with you. It’s hard to think about but he nods, knowing that this is smart. You need your meds and the insurance will get them for you. He needs a caretaker for his daughter that isn’t his toxic former in-laws. “You’re a genius.” He declares and cups your cheek to kiss your forehead. “God, how - you are a goddamn angel, baby. That’s perfect. We can - we can get married before I deploy and then Ana can have someone - are you sure you want to take over caring for her? I know you babysit and when I’m away but - full time? It’s a lot of work.” He says, lowering his hands from your cheeks.
“I won’t lie and say that I’m not nervous.” You chuckle and melt at the soft, grateful expression in his warm eyes. “But she’s a good kid. And there’s the daycare, so I can still work.” The more you think about it, the more that you know it’s the right thing to do. “Ana loves me, and I know you don’t want to lose her or give up your spot on the team. The boys need you.” The fact that you have very strong feelings for Frankie doesn’t need to factor into this. “I say we get married quickly so you can let your in-laws know that it’s a losing case.”
Frankie can’t believe you’ve agreed to do this and he knows he will owe you for the rest of his life. He can’t lose his daughter but he also can’t leave his friends, his brothers, to go into danger without him. “I want you to pick a dress. I’ll pay for everything. Rings too. I- I want it to be us and Ana. No one else. She loves you already and I- are you sure you want to do this?” He asks, reaching for your hands to squeeze them.
“It’s not completely altruistic.” You remind him, knowing that he is aware of your need for health insurance. “I want to do this. I know we need to take care of things, power of attorney and things like that, but I want to help you, Francisco.” You promise quietly, imagining a small courthouse wedding with the handsome soldier. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t sure. We’re friends. It’ll be easy.”
Frankie nods, knowing you know him inside out, even the dark things he hides from the outside world. The dark sins he has committed. He leans in to kiss your forehead, “I think so too, I- I can’t believe I’m saying this but - but I can’t wait to marry you.” He smiles as he pulls back. You are his best friend and as much as he tries to deny it, he’s in love with you. He knows you’re better off in the dark on that particular sin. It wouldn’t benefit you to know that. His late wife knew and that’s what killed her.
****
“Janet, please. Just calm down, sweetheart.” Frankie pleads, following his wife down the hall. Ana is crying, woken up by the screaming, and Frankie is desperate to deny what Janet is accusing him of.
“You’re fucking in love with her! Just say it. I- you didn’t love me. Did you? It’s always been her.” Janet screams down the hall and Frankie shakes his head, unable to answer. When Janet got pregnant, he was just about to be called up for a deployment and he knew he had to do the right thing and marry her. He loved her, he did. In his own way. He can’t love her like he does you, though. You are the sun, the moon, the stars. Everything to him. He had done the right thing and married Janet but she was never you. When Ana came along, she became his world and he stayed for her, fought for her.
When Frankie doesn’t answer again, Janet shakes her head. “I knew it. You bastard! You shouldn’t - you shouldn’t have married me. It’s over Frank. It’s done. I- fuck. I gotta - I gotta go.” Janet says, rushing towards the front door.
“Wait. Don’t. You can’t fucking drive. You’ve had three glasses of wine.” Frankie growls, having long accepted that his wife became an alcoholic in his absence, drinking when the nights were lonely and Ana wouldn’t stop crying. He didn’t realize it until he came home from that first tour.
“I’m fucking leaving otherwise if I stay in this house, I’m gonna kill Ana.” She threatens and Frankie growls, grabbing her purse.
“You fucking - threatening the life of our daughter? You- I know you’re hurt but you’re a - get the fuck out. Go kill yourself on the goddamn road for all I care.” He growls, shoving her purse at her. She doesn’t say a word as she leaves and Frankie watches her drive down the street.
Little did he know that he’d be getting a call an hour later to tell him that his wife had died in an accident, driven into a tree. He was upset, mostly for Ana, for the mother she’d never get to have. Janet looked after her well-being but was never affectionate or caring. Now she has no mother at all. “I’ll be right there.” He promises the cop and the next number he dials is yours. “Hey. Yeah, um, I know it’s late but can you come over? I need someone to watch Ana for me. I’ll explain when you get here.” He says and hangs up after you agree. His wife just died but his heart still beats at the sound of your voice. He’s committed many sins but tonight might just be the worst of all.
****
“You don’t need to be nervous.” You remind yourself as you look in the mirror, hands trembling as you lean towards the glass and smudge a little more of your eyeliner into place. “It’s Frankie, he’s not- he doesn’t actually love you.” That stings more than you thought it would as you wear the white tea dress you had picked out to get married in. Feeling like a bride and yet not one all at the same time. It’s going to be just ten minutes before Frankie will be here to drive you to the courthouse to exchange vows. The marriage certificate is ready to be signed by the magistrate that will officially declare you Mrs. Francisco Javier Morales. The knock on the door startles you, and you look towards it before glancing back in the mirror. “It’s time.”
When you answer the door, Frankie’s breath is taken away from him. You look devastatingly beautiful. “You look so pwetty.” Ana grins up at you and you look at her in her little white flower girl dress that is similar to yours, her hair done in what looks like an attempt to style it by Frankie.
“She’s right. You look - you look incredible.” He says, his dark eyes meeting yours and he offers you a boyish grin.
Frankie is wearing his uniform, you had asked him to but it’s impossible to think of anything but how handsome he is wearing his medals. “Not nearly as incredible as you.” You reach out and your finger strokes his jaw. “You shaved.” Your finger grazes his lip and you pull back, aware that if you keep touching him, you will want to kiss him for real. “Every single woman in town is pissed at me today.” You promise.
Frankie suppresses the shiver that runs through him at the way you caress his face and he knows it’s going to be hard not confessing how he feels. He knows you only think of him as a dear friend and even if, by some miracle, you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to look past his sins. He’s not good enough for you. He blushes and clears his throat, “alongside every man.” He counters and Ana tugs on your hand, “daddy got me petals.” She holds up the basket that she insisted Frankie get her. She had heard about flower girls from her friends in pre-school and she insisted Frankie let her throw the petals down before you walk down the aisle. “I know it’s only a courthouse wedding but Ana wanted to make it special.”
“Thank you, Ana.” You bend down to look the little girl in the eyes, knowing how excited that she is. For her, this is exciting and fun, something that she will play with her friends the next time she sees them in school. “You are the prettiest little flower girl I have ever seen.” You promise, making her smile and you reach out to cup her little cheek. “Now I know your daddy talked to you about it, but how would you like me to come stay with you and daddy? Help him make breakfast and do your hair? Would you like that?”
Ana nods, her eyes wide, “yes! Daddy never gets my hair right.” She says with a pout, “are you my new mommy?” She asks and Frankie had spoken to her about this. How you were going to come live with them, how you were going to be his new friend and that her mommy was still with her. He hates how selfish Janet was to drink and drive and the guilt he felt when she died after he all but forced her into the car, but there was something in her eyes. He’s seen that look before. She would’ve hurt Ana and he couldn’t allow that to happen.
“I-” You frown slightly, unsure of what to say to the young girl. “I would like to be your friend. A good friend. But I also don’t want you to feel like I am trying to become your mommy unless you would like that.” It might be a little more than a three year old understands, but you don’t want her to feel like she has to forget Janet.
Frankie kneels beside his daughter, “your mommy is your angel, remember? She’s gonna look after you.” Frankie smiles and says your name, “she’s gonna be your friend when daddy is gone fighting the bad guys, okay? You are safe with her and she loves you as much as daddy does.” Frankie knows his job is much more complicated than good guys and bad guys but it’s how he can explain to a three year old that he’s gonna be gone for so long. He hates missing huge parts of her life but he can’t let his team down.
“Okay daddy.” She hands him the basket and steps closer to wrap her small arms around your neck.
You smile at the two of them together and you know that you are doing the right thing. You are giving Frankie the opportunity to keep his daughter here with him so he can come home to her when he can. “Are you ready to go throw the petals down, sweetheart?” You ask softly. “I bet daddy will take us out for ice cream after.”
Ana grins and nods, squealing “lets go!”
Frankie chuckles and stands up, holding his hand out to his daughter and he winks at you, “lets go get hitched, baby.” You smile and he holds his arm out to you, guiding his girls to his truck.
****
Ana beams as she tosses the flowers on the floor, Frankie would say in heaps more than scattered but he chuckles and she comes to stand beside him. When you walk down the small aisle, Frankie exhales shakily, his heart pounding and he’s certain you can tell he’s sweating. When you stand in front of him, you beckon Ana to stand between you and Frankie knows he’s made the right choice for his daughter. It’s always been you.
The magistrates ceremony is brief and you barely remember any of it, grinning like an idiot as you stand there with Frankie, imagining if this were actually real. “Do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?” He asks, making you swallow harshly before you squeeze his hands. “I do.” You promise clearly.
Frankie nearly yells “I do” but manages to control himself, staring into your eyes as the officiant declares you husband and wife. “You may now kiss the bride.” Frankie knows this could be the only chance he gets to kiss you so he leans in to cup your cheek, pressing his lips to yours and he is firm but not demanding. It’s not brief but it doesn’t drag, despite Frankie wanting to pull you against him and slide his tongue into your mouth. This is an agreement between friends and nothing more. He pulls back and smiles, looking down at Ana between you who looks happy. This feels right. After signing the marriage certificate, Frankie takes your hand to guide you and Ana back to his truck. “I - I hope you don’t mind…it was supposed to be a surprise but the guys put together some food and drinks at Tom and Molly’s.
“Really?” Your mouth drops open in shock and you smile when he nods. “Oh my god, that’s so sweet.” You gush before you frown. “Wait.” Twisting in your seat, you watch as Frankie buckles Ana into her car seat. “Do they- uh, know what the situation is?” You ask softly, unsure of what you can say around them.
Frankie shakes his head. “No.” He finishes pulling the strap up Ana’s chest and looks over at you. “I wanted them to be able to truthfully say they believe it is real.” He explains, making you nod in understanding. There’s the possibility that Frankie’s in-laws could still come for custody or challenge the validity of the marriage and it’s better if everyone thought this was real. “Got it. Happy newlyweds.”
Frankie is grateful that you’re going along with this. He knows it benefits you too but it’s a lot to ask, to pretend to be married to him. The drive to Tom’s house is quiet and when you knock on the front door, Molly opens it with a “congratulations!” You grin and Frankie holds your hand and Ana’s as he walks inside. All of his team are there, several of your mutual friends, and Frankie is blushing when they shout “congratulations.”
“Hot damn!” Benny bellows, making you automatically grin as the younger Miller brother bounds into view. “Fish got married! You son of a bitch, you hid it from us!” He tackles Frankie in a bear hug while Molly pulls you in for a hug. “What? Afraid she’d see me in my dress uniform and run off with me?” Ben teases, pulling back to grin at his friend before he scoops you up in a hug. “She wouldn’t have done that? Would you, sweetheart? You’ve been in love with ole Fish for years.” Benny teases.
Frankie picks Ana up, not wanting her to be excluded and he tries to ignore the comment, aware that people have thought you and him have been in love with each other for years. It’s true on his side but he doesn’t fool himself into thinking you love him as more than a friend. “Shut up Benny, my wife has good taste.” He jokes and Pope walks over.
“Couldn’t pick a best man so you decided to do it solo?” Pope jokes and Frankie gives him a one armed hug.
“Uncle Pope!” Ana cheers as Santi takes her into his arms, “hey chiquita.” He kisses the cheek of his goddaughter.
Frankie smiles, turning towards Will. “You finally did it, huh? You convinced her to marry you, you son of a bitch.” He chuckles and Frankie hugs his friend.
“Guess so.” He grins as you greet your friends and they admire the ring Frankie had bought you. He had spent quite a bit of money on it, wanting to make something about this situation real.
The party is fantastic but after a few hours you are ready to leave. Not because anyone is rude, but the jokes about you being pregnant before Frankie leaves for deployment and giving Ana a sibling just curl in your stomach. Knowing that you are never going to have that with your husband because he didn’t marry you for love. He married you for Ana and to fight off his in-laws. With the little girl passed out against her father’s shoulder, you use that as an excuse. “We need to get her home. Today was a big day for her.” You tell Molly when she offers to keep Ana overnight so you and Frankie can have some time alone. “I think we will settle in better if she’s there with us.”
Frankie nods, aware that he won’t be getting a wedding night. He’s not that stupid. He would never ever ask it of you. “She’s right. I want Ana to feel settled since we are leaving soon.” He says and rubs your back with his free hand. “Let’s go, sweetheart.” He murmurs and he keeps Ana in his arms while he says goodbye to his friends, knowing he will see them soon.
In his truck, you look over after he’s pulled away from Tom and Molly’s. “We didn’t discuss sleeping arrangements.” You realize, rolling your eyes at yourself. “I can stay at my apartment until you leave, but I would rather Ana get used to me being there.” You admit. “Or I can stay in the guest room if you prefer? When Ana notices that we aren’t sleeping in the same bed, you can say that you don’t sleep well beside me? Or….” you bite your lip, imagining curling up next to him. “We are both adults. We can sleep next to each other, right? You have a king sized bed.”
“We can share a bed. We are adults. Not like we haven’t before.” He reminds you of when he used to get drunk and end up in your tiny one bed apartment, seeking solace and a late meal after a night out with the boys. “Besides, I think it would be best if Ana thinks this is real. I want her to think that this is real so she is happy with you. Not that I don’t think you’re not - you know what I’m saying, right?” He asks as he drives to his house.
“I know what you mean.” Reaching out, you pat his hand and give him a smile when he looks over at you. “It’s a good thing we’ve started carting some of my things over, right?” You have every intention of selling most of your things, since Frankie’s is already established and your furniture holds no sentimental attachment for you. “We can go get my ID and everything tomorrow. Get me set up in the system as your wife?”
Frankie nods, “yeah. We will sort everything out tomorrow.” His heart pounds in his chest at hearing you call yourself his wife and he swallows harshly, knowing that nothing can be done. For your sake and Ana’s. He can’t fuck this up by letting his feelings get involved. He sighs and pulls into his driveway, killing the engine and he’s careful as he takes Ana out of her car seat.
As Frankie takes Ana to lay her down, you take the bag that Frankie had brought over into the master bathroom so you can change out of your wedding dress into some comfortable pajamas. They aren’t fancy or sexy but you had bought some new, cute sleeping clothes since you would be sharing a house with Frankie. Washing the makeup off and taking your hair out of the careful style you had put it in for the ceremony. Looking more like your normal self when you open the door to find your new husband in the bedroom you will share.
Frankie is carefully hanging up his uniform when he sees you and his heart clenches at how fucking beautiful you look. He feels guilty that he’s got you in this situation, in a marriage of convenience when you deserve all the love in the world. He strips down to his boxers, pulling a plain shirt out to pull on. “You want some water?” He asks, clearing his throat and you nod so he ventures into the kitchen, exhaling shakily to force himself to calm down. This isn’t a real wedding night. “Here you go, sweetheart.” He says and hands you the glass.
“Thank you.” You sit on the end of the bed and take a sip of the water, trying to calm your nerves and you sigh. “I know that this is- that we aren’t actually together, but I want you to know that I’m not going to embarrass you while you are deployed.” You tell him. It's been a long time since you’ve dated but just because you aren’t really Frankie’s wife in all senses doesn’t mean you are going to mess around with anyone. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
Frankie comes to sit down beside you, reaching for your hand. “I- I know this isn’t easy but if you do meet someone…you need to tell me and we end this. I shouldn’t - I don’t want to get in the way of the rest of your life. I love you - for - for doing this for me, and I will never be able to repay you. You’ve helped me keep Ana and I’ll forever be in your debt. I can’t - I can’t hold you back if you find someone and want to live your own life.” It kills him to say it, hating the thought of you with anyone else but he can’t be selfish, not when you’ve done so much for him.
It’s hard not to immediately assure him that you would never meet anyone else. Not when you are in love with him and no one has ever stood up against Frankie in your heart. Instead, you nod. “And I want you to do the same thing. You deserve to be happy, Frankie and when you meet someone that does that for you….” You give him a weak smile and go for a joke. “It will be the easiest divorce in the history of divorces.”
Frankie chuckles softly, his heart sinking but he ignores that and leans in to kiss your cheek. “Let’s get some sleep. It’s been a long day and I know Ana will be waking us up with excitement to have our first day together. I want to do as much as I can with her before I leave. Tomorrow, let’s go get you in the system and go for breakfast.” He says and lets go of your hand so he can slide under the covers.
Frankie has his side of the bed established, so you climb in on the other side. Knowing that you don’t mind it and you are thankful that his bed is comfortable. “It was a good wedding, Frankie.” You murmur as you lay down beside him. “Thank you. For not thinking that I was crazy.” You grin at him, knowing that he is also thankful you are willing to do this. “Goodnight hubby.”
“Goodnight wifey.” Frankie chuckles, leaning over to turn the lamp off and you curl up, falling asleep pretty quickly. He doesn’t. Staying awake and listening to your soft snores, murmurs, and breathing. His heart aches for you, to curl around you and breathe you in. He can’t ruin this. You don’t feel the same way, you want the insurance and to help him out. It takes a while but eventually he falls asleep, unaware that he had ended up doing the thing he was trying to avoid: curling around you.
Waking up in Frankie’s arms is a special kind of hell. Because you know that this is only because he’s asleep and not because he’s decided that he wants you in the middle of the night. Even if the very prominent hardness pressed against your ass makes you want to pretend that he does. The good thing is that Frankie is a heavy sleeper when he’s home so you manage to wiggle away from him before you wake him up. “Morning.” You huff when he starts to stir. “I have to pee, go back to sleep.” You urge softly.
He grumbles, hugging the pillow you were sleeping on, inhaling your scent from it, and he falls asleep again, wanting to make the most of this time at home. When you walk into the kitchen, you decide to get a start on making some coffee and eventually, Frankie wakes up, rolling onto his back and willing his morning wood to disappear. When the mental attempt is fruitless, he gets into the shower. Groaning as he wraps his hand around his cock, he remembers the dream he was having of you underneath him, celebrating your wedding night for real.
In the kitchen, you are reminding yourself that Frankie is just a man who wakes up with a hardon. It doesn’t mean that he wants to throw you up on the counter and fuck you. Deciding that you will make a small breakfast for Ana, giving Frankie some space and allowing you to cool down.
“Fuck. Oh fuck.” Frankie groans, jerking himself as his cum paints the shower wall. He’s lost track of how many times he’s imagined fucking you while in this shower. After cleaning off the shower and himself, Frankie brushes his teeth and shaves, getting dressed just in time for you to finish Ana’s breakfast. “Thank you for doing that.” Frankie says and fixes himself a cup of coffee after he sees you already have a cup.
“Of course.” Ana squawks over the baby monitor, obviously just waking up and you smile. “Do you want to get her or do you want me to start getting into a routine?” You ask, before you answer your own question. “Let me get her. I’ll be right back.”
Frankie watches you go, sipping his coffee and smiling as he listens to Ana sleepily say good morning on the monitor before she realizes you’re still there and she is excited, telling you how she wants to make cupcakes and show you all her dolls. It makes Frankie feel comforted that his little girl will be looked after while he’s gone. “Morning baby girl.” He greets her when she walks into the kitchen, eyes still sleepy and he picks her up to kiss her cheek.
“Daddy. I want pancakes.” She demands and Frankie chuckles, “we will get pancakes later baby.” He says your name, “she made you some eggs for now.”
Ana frowns slightly and shakes her little head. “I no want eggs.” She pouts, crossing her arms and you try not to smile at the ferocious little look on her face.
“Oh, well..” you sigh softly, “I guess you don’t have to eat the eggs. Even though they give you lots of energy to play.” You tell her softly. “Especially since this is just supposed to be first breakfast.”
“First breakfast?” She pipes up and Frankie nods, “yeah. Pancakes are second breakfast. But only if you eat the first breakfast. You wanna show off all your dolls, right baby girl? You gotta have energy to do that and eggs give you that.” Frankie explains to his daughter who lowers her arms.
“With ketchup.” She insists, walking over to you.
Laughing, you turn back towards the refrigerator. “Eggs with ketchup, got it.” You don’t miss the way Frankie winces and you wonder if it’s something that she had learned from Janet. Frankie’s first wife had never hidden the fact that she hadn’t liked you, so you had tried to give her the distance she wanted, though you weren’t going to stop being friends with the guys or Frankie for her. “After you eat, I’ll help you get dressed and we will do your hair, how does that sound?”
Frankie is reminded of Janet, who he used to make fun of for having eggs with ketchup and she used to make it for Ana when she started eating solids. “Can I have braids?” She asks, wanting to have her hair different from the styles Frankie just about manages to put together. “Of course, sweetheart.” You say and Frankie smiles as he watches Ana hug your leg.
Breakfast goes easy for Ana and you leave Frankie to clean up the kitchen while you and Ana go to get ready. The young girl sitting extremely still for a three year old, excited for her braids. You don’t blame her. The dolly she had introduced you two had braids and she wanted to look like her. Making her gasp in the mirror when she looks at her reflection.
When Ana comes out, squealing happily about her braids, Frankie ooohs and awws and tells her how pretty she looks. He winks at you, “you did a good job, baby.” He says and he doesn’t even think about the nickname he calls you and Ana admires the braids. “You wanna get ready and I’ll entertain the little lady?” Frankie suggests.
“Thanks.” You nod and try not to take his nickname to heart. It’s just practice for when you are in public and around others. “I’ll try not to be too long,” you promise, turning and heading towards the bedroom where your bag is. You need to shower and plan on doing just basic makeup for your ID photo.
****
Frankie glances over at you while he drives, admiring your profile in the sun and his gaze drops down to his ring on your finger. It makes his heart twist that he didn’t propose to you properly but again, he’s reminded that this isn’t real. “You got everything?” He asks while looking in the mirror at Ana who is admiring her Barbie.
“Social security, birth certificate, marriage certificate, driver’s license.” You go through all your documents and grin. “Yep. Although now I need to change all of that too. To reflect the last name Morales.” Your stomach twists pleasantly and you remind yourself that you are a Morales in name only. “Plus a passport change. That’s the one I dread.”
“It’ll be fine. You’ll have the insurance soon. Do you have enough meds to last?” He asks, knowing you have been halving the dose and he hates that, seeing how it has taken a toll on you. You aren’t your usual self and he wants to see you’re okay before he leaves.
“Yes.” You bite your lip and reach for his hand on the gear shifter. “Thank you Frankie. This is- I am grateful. I hated choosing between my medications and eating sometimes.” You hate how expensive it is to live when you don’t have health insurance and your job does not provide employer insurance since you are technically a contractor.
Frankie exhales, hating that you have to even choose. “Fucking country.” He huffs under his breath, knowing that he fights for freedom but those freedoms don’t allow you to have what you need when you desperately need it. He pulls into the parking lot of the administration building and comes around to open your door, helping you out before he moves to unbuckle Ana.
“Thank you.” You feel your cheeks heat up from Frankie’s attention to manners. You grab the diaper bag just in case and the three of you make your way to the first office to have you officially added to Frankie’s record as his wife and dependent. You will have to memorize his social security number because that is how they will give you the services you need from now on.
Frankie remembers adding Janet to his file when she was newly pregnant before he was first deployed and he squeezes your hand as you walk out, officially added as his dependent. He will call his lawyer later to tell them about the wedding so he can get Janet’s parents to drop their custody case. For now, he’s going to take his family to breakfast.
****
“Silly daddy!” Ana giggles when he puts the empty glass to his eye and pretends to look at her through it. Pancakes eaten and bellies full, he hasn’t been this happy in a long time, glancing at you when he lowers the glass from his face.
Frankie is such a good father and it makes your heart pound. Imagining that you are a real family and wishing that you could be looking forward to giving Ana a little brother or sister. “Daddy is silly.” You tease, sending him a smile.
He chuckles, reaching for your hand so he can caress the ring with his thumb. “Daddy is silly!” Ana giggles and leans into Frankie’s side. He cuddles her with his free arm, knowing it’s going to be hard to leave but he has to, he can’t abandon his brothers.
****
“Is she asleep?” You ask as Frankie walks into the kitchen.
“Out like a light.” He tells you and groans in appreciation when you hand him the bottle of beer. He leaves in a few days and tomorrow he begins to prep for his departure. He has one last night to spend with you in relaxation.
“You wanna finish that show?” You ask and he nods, watching you dish up the pasta that you’ve been cooking after giving Ana her simple buttered noodles earlier.
“Sure baby.” The nickname comes naturally now and it slips off of his tongue without thought.
Your evenings have been so natural, perfect together. The friendship between the two of you had made it easy to be around each other and the only thing that you are struggling with is to not try to jump Frankie. He’s so sexy, especially when he comes home in his uniform. Waiting until he’s asleep to touch yourself while you are laying next to him at night or using your toy in the shower before Ana gets up is the only relief that you are getting. Bringing the pasta over to the couch, you sit down beside him and hand him his bowl. “Hopefully we figure out if they are going to get together this episode. I don’t want to wait until next season to find out.”
“Probably not. It’s the waiting that makes the end result sweeter, don’t you think?” He asks, thanking you for the food and he hits play on the show. “Fuck, this is good.” He groans after swallowing the first bite. You are a damn good cook and he is going to miss your food when he’s got MREs on the menu. You eat in companionable silence, it’s comfortable and he loves that he can just be himself around you. Janet’s parents were furious to hear Frankie had married you, having heard from their daughter about how she thought he loved you more than her. Still, they didn’t have a case anymore so it was dropped
“Oh, I hope you don’t mind.” You start as you turn towards him. “I told Ana that we will drop you off together. She wants to see you off and I couldn’t say no. I think it will help her understand why daddy has to be gone for a long time.” You know this will be the first deployment that she will remember and you want it to be as good as it can for her. “I also got you one of those recordable books. You know? The ones that we saw in the toy store? That way you can read her bedtime story anytime she’s missing daddy.”
Frankie swears he falls in love with you even more in that moment. Watching you with his daughter, how caring you are, how much you love her, it makes him want to stay and just spend the rest of his life with you, not missing a moment. When you were in the kitchen baking cookies with Ana last weekend, he imagined you pregnant with his child and it’s almost too easy to envision. “Yeah? That’s a great idea. I’ll do that tomorrow when she’s napping. I-I’m worried that she’s gonna forget all about me.” He admits his deepest fear, knowing he could potentially leave his daughter an orphan if he were to die on this deployment. It keeps him awake at night.
“I’m not going to let that happen.” You promise him softly, reaching over and taking his hand. “You have your will set up, you know I will make sure that if something happens, she knows all about her wonderful father, Francisco Morales.” You bite your lip. “Maybe you can record some videos for her? Send them to my phone to show her when she’s needing to see your face?” You know that video chatting will be sparse, sometimes impossible, but you want to make sure that she remembers him. “And we are going to be making you care packages.”
He smiles, unshed tears stinging in his eyes as he squeezes your hand. “You are amazing. I- I know this is - this is hard but I want you to know that I love you. You’re my best friend and I couldn’t do any of this without you.” He admits, “I owe you everything, baby.” He blinks and a tear escapes, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability, knowing that you’d never think of him as weak or not enough. He trusts you implicitly.
Your heart aches because you know that he doesn’t mean ‘love’ like you wish that he would. Still, you swallow down your feelings and lean over to kiss his cheek. “I love you too, Frankie.” You promise him quietly. You do, you love him with everything that you are and you always will. “I promise you that I will hold down the fort until you can get back home.”
****
It’s early and Frankie knows Ana is sleepy but she insists she comes to say goodbye to her daddy. The enormous hangar is full of families saying goodbye to their soldiers, some for the first time, others are well practiced in this. Frankie adjusts his pack over his shoulder when he sees his team. Tom saying goodbye to Molly and the girls, Will and Benny saying goodbye to their mom. Pope saying goodbye to his current girlfriend. “Come here, baby girl.” Frankie says, bending down to pick Ana up after setting his pack down once he’s standing with the team, not wanting to tear up in case it upsets his daughter more than it should.
“Daddy, I don’t want you to go.” Ana sniffles and you reach over to rub her little back. She had been very brave while Frankie was packing and had even stuffed a picture she had drawn for him in one of the pockets. “I want you to stay with mommy and me.”
Frankie has mixed feelings, so happy that Ana is comfortable enough to call you mommy but he’s sad that she doesn’t remember Janet. As much as he resented her mother for what she became, he wants Ana to know her mother. Your eyes widen slightly and he knows he will email you to discuss this when he can. Now isn’t the time or place. “I know, baby girl.” He kisses her hair, “but I can’t stay. I gotta go fight bad guys, remember? You’ll be safe here with mommy and I promise you, I’ll come home as soon as I can. I will call you as many times as I can. I love you. So much.” He chokes a little and swallows the lump in his throat.
You know that it’s important for you to kiss Frankie goodbye, everyone around would expect it. You lean in and kiss his cheek. “I’m going to miss you. We are going to miss you. Take care of yourself please.” You beg him quietly. “Come home to us.”
Frankie doesn’t know if he will come back and he nudges his nose against yours, “I- can I kiss you goodbye? Properly?” He asks, knowing it’s important for him to show you are his wife to anyone watching. You nod, unable to speak, and he cups your cheek, pressing his lips against yours. It’s brief but he tries to pour as much into it as possible. Ana clings to him as he nudges his nose against yours again before he pulls back. “I’m going to miss you, baby.” He tells you, adjusting Ana on his hip and he gets the minute warning to say goodbye.
Taking Ana, both you and she give Frankie a tearful goodbye, another fierce hug before he is walking away. His daughter is clinging to you as you both wave frantically as he boards a bus to take them to the plane. “Okay, baby girl.” You murmur softly, stroking her back as the little girl tucks her face against your neck. “We’re going to be okay. We’ll talk to daddy soon.”
Frankie looks back at you before he boards the bus. Walking away is the hardest thing he has to do but he does it because he cannot turn back. He has to be there with his team. With a sigh, he steps onto the bus and takes a seat, unable to tear his eyes away from you and Ana as the bus pulls away. Pope slaps his shoulder, “they will be okay, hermano.” He promises and Frankie silently prays he’s right.
****
“Hello?” You quickly answer the phone, hoping that it is Frankie, letting you know that he’s gotten to his base overseas. “Frank, is that you?” You fumble for the light beside the bed and sit up. It’s late, or early but you don’t care. Ana groans next to you, having slept in the same bed for the last couple of nights since Frankie had left. “Hello?”
“Hey baby.” Frankie smiles against the phone when he hears your voice. He’s aware of how late it is there but he wants to hear your voice. He’s going to his op brief in the morning, diving straight into it, and he doesn’t know how long he will be dark for.
“Hey.” You reply sleepily and Frankie’s heart twists, remembering how you’d curl into his chest during the night.
“Just wanted to let you know I’m safe. Fucking cold here right now. How are you? How’s Ana?”
“She’s good.” You look over at his spot to see his daughter sprawled across his pillow and taking up even more room than he does if that's possible. “She’s sleeping in your spot. Wanted to cuddle daddy’s pillow.” You murmur quietly so you don’t disturb her. “I won’t let her get used to it, but she needs some comfort right now.”
“I miss her already. So much. I, uh, I want you to give her the bear tomorrow.” He says. He’d gone to the mall to Build A Bear and recorded his voice, telling Ana how much he loves her, and he wants her to have it now that he’s gone. The bear is wearing a uniform like daddy does. “How are you doing? I know it’s a lot to look after her alone.”
“Taking it one day at a time, baby.” You tell him. Thank god for her pre-school, allowing for you to work without having to entertain her. “Molly promised to come over and help out, we will get along just fine.” Reaching over, you pull up her covers and smile when she frowns just like Frankie does. “The bear will be the first thing she sees when she wakes up, I promise.”
“Good. I- I’m heading out any day now. Not sure when, but I’ll be dark for a while until we come back to base. I- I don’t know what’s gonna happen out there but I want you to know that you and Ana mean everything to me.” He confesses, wanting to leave you with that as his time is nearly up.
“We’ll be waiting to hear from you and putting together your first care package.” You hate how your stomach twists but you put on a brave front for him.
“Sounds good. I gotta go now, sweetheart. I- I’ll talk to you soon.” He promises, aware of how much he wants to say to you but he can’t. He has to stay strong and not drag you into his stupid emotions. “Bye Frankie.” You murmur and he smiles, “bye baby.” He says and hangs up, closing his eyes and he knows this is going to be harder than ever.
**
You knew that this wasn’t going to be easy. Living in his house, raising his daughter. But it has moments where you can’t imagine anything else. Packing up care packages with his favorite things inside for him to have a bit of home and shipping them off faithfully. Living with your phone nearby at all times, because you don’t want to miss his calls. They are few and far between, but emails are regular, making you create a file folder to keep them all in. It’s been three months and you are finally settled into being Frankie’s dependent.
Frankie devours every email, every photo, every damn video you send of Ana. He wishes you’d include photos of you - not sexual, he just misses your smile. “Baby girl, daddy misses you.” He tells Ana on the video chat, back on base after a few hard hitting missions and he’s glad to see his daughter’s face. “Mommy. Give daddy a kiss!” Ana demands, having been kissing the phone to Frankie herself making his heart yearn for his family.
“Hey!” You light up when you see Frankie on the screen. Your hand automatically goes to your hair. You haven’t done it and you are wearing leggings and one of his t-shirts while you clean. Not your best look. “It’s good to see you, baby. How are you?” You think he looks tired but you don’t want to say that. You know he’s been out of communication so he’s been outside the wire.
God, you’re gorgeous. Frankie inhales sharply and bites his lip, “I’m good. Exhausted. We think we are gonna be sent out again. It’s - it’s rough.” He admits, running his hand through his hair. He realizes you are wearing his shirt and his cock twitches, knowing he’s gonna imagine you wearing just that when he goes to shower. “I miss you.” Frankie says softly.
“I miss you too.” Admitting that is easy. You miss your friend. The man you have fallen in love with. “Ana has a playdate on Saturday. We are going to Chuck E Cheese with one of the little girls from her preschool and her mom. Her dad is on the deployment with you.” You ramble, filling him in on all the small things about the time he’s been out of communication. “And we started a countdown for your tentative return.” You grin and angle the camera towards the calendar, showing where you’ve been marking off days.
Frankie hates that you’re waiting on him but he loves it at the same time, having a family to come home to. It keeps him going. It allows him to put his entire being into making sure he flies the team out of danger. It motivates him. “Hopefully I won’t be a day late coming back to you.” He says, asking you how your work is. Menial conversation but it means the world to him, he loves how simple it is to hear about your day but compared to the horrors he sees, he appreciates it.
You know that the call will have to end soon. Plenty of others want to talk to their loved ones. “We are planning on mailing you another package since Benny ate all your Oreos.” You laugh. “I put in a package for him so he doesn’t steal yours .”
Frankie grins, “thanks baby. I could’ve killed him when he bragged about stealing my cookies with the goddamn crumbs in his teeth.” Frankie shakes his head and Ana rushes up to the phone. “Daddy! Mommy got me a Barbie!” She holds her new doll up and Frankie admires it, reminded of how good you are with her. He’s not sure what will happen in the long run. When you meet someone and want to divorce. It will kill him but he will do it. “Okay my loves. I gotta go. Ana, sweetheart, I love you.” He says and she blows him a kiss, “love you daddy.” He looks at you, “I love you too. I’ll call when I can.” He promises and you nod, “bye Frank.” You blow him a kiss and he knows he will be thinking of that all afternoon.
****
“Coming!” Drying your hands on a dish towel, you rush towards the door, wondering who it can be. Maybe Molly, she had said she would drop by. Your friendly smile freezes the second that you open the door and see uniforms. Heart sinking, you feel like you’re going to be sick. You’ve seen this scene in a movie way too many times. “No-“ you gasp out, making the one with the silver leaf on his lapels remove his hat- or cover as Frankie called it.
“Mrs. Morales?” You can’t breathe, you can’t speak as you imagine the next words, praying that you are finding yourself in the middle of a nightmare. “I am sorry to report that your husband has been injured in combat. He was shot multiple times and is currently being flown to Germany. You are his medical power of attorney and we need you to consent to surgery for when he arrives.” His words almost sound like you’re underwater. “Mrs. Morales, do you understand?” He asks you with a frown.
You blink stupidly at him for several moments before his words sink in. “He’s alive?” You whisper, reaching out for his arm desperately. “Frankie’s alive? Yes, yes whatever they need.” You rush out, tears streaming down your face. “Oh god, Germany?” You swallow. “I need to be there. I need to go be with him.”
“We have already arranged for you to go to Germany. Pack your bag now and we will wait. There’s no time to waste.” He says and you nod, rushing into the house to the bedroom to frantically pack a bag, grabbing your passport, and you go into Ana’s room, grabbing things for her, and you are grateful that Frankie got her a passport in hopes of taking her to Chile to see his distant cousins one day. “Mommy? What’s wrong?” She asks with a frown after she stops playing.
“Honey.” Bending down, you brush Ana’s hair back. “Daddy - daddy got hurt. He’s going to be okay, but we have to go visit him. Cheer him up.” You don’t want to scare her, but how do you explain to a three year old that her dad was in surgery after getting shot. “Can you be a big girl and come with me now? We have to be good because it’s a long trip.”
“Daddy’s hurt?” She asks, her lower lip trembling and you nod, “yes but we are going to kiss his boo boos better, okay? Can you be a good girl and pick out some toys for us to take?” You ask, grabbing her backpack and she nods, picking up her favorite dolls to take on the trip. Once you’re all packed up, you alarm the house and lock it, stepping out to the men waiting for you.
It’s surreal, being driven to a plane that is scheduled to take off in just a few hours. Apparently they had delayed it and you’ll never know if it was them or providence that had you up in the air so quickly and on your way to Germany. Praying the entire time that Frankie would be okay as you tried to entertain Ana, worried what you might learn when you land.
****
“Morning baby.” Frankie smiles, kissing along your neck.
“Hmmm. Morning.” You grind back against his hard cock and smile, “someone is eager to start the day.”
Frankie chuckles, sliding his hand under the t-shirt you’re wearing to cup your tit. “Always when it involves you.” He rasps, pinching your nipple and you whimper when he slides his hand down your belly after letting go of your breast. It’s starting to round, you’ll have to announce that you’re pregnant soon and Frankie knows you won’t be able to wait long after you both tell Ana. She will spill the beans within hours. His hand slides lower to disappear into your panties and he wastes no time rubbing your clit. Your soft moan has him biting down on your shoulder, grinding against you.
“Fuck, Frankie.” You whine softly and he smiles against your skin, “mmm love it when you moan my name. My beautiful wife.” He sighs and pushes two fingers inside of your wet cunt, making you turn your head to find his lips. His tongue slides into your mouth as he pumps his fingers, loving the way you push your pleasured sounds into his mouth to muffle them. It doesn’t take you long to cum, sensitive from the hormones, and he pushes you over the edge by twisting his wrist to press his thumb to your clit. “Cum for me.” He begs against your lips and you fall apart with a cry of his name. He kisses along your jaw, working you through it until he’s pulling his fingers out of you.
There’s a beeping noise and he frowns, looking over at the nightstand. “Did you get a new alarm clock?” He asks and you shake your head.
“No. Frankie? Frankie?” Your face blurs and he’s back into the void.
**
“Frankie.” You carry Ana, rushing through the hospital behind the nurse who is bringing you to his room. He’s out of surgery but he hasn’t woken up yet. The danger is still there but he’s stable. Tears stream down your face when you see him looking grey and still in the hospital bed, hooked up to the heart monitor. “Oh god, Frankie, we’re here.” You promise, rubbing Ava’s back. “It’s okay baby,” the little girl has turned away from the sight of her daddy in the bed and tucked her face into the crook of your neck. “He’s okay, he’s sleeping. Trying to feel better.” The doctor had explained his injuries and the surgery and you are so damn thankful he survived.
Ana whimpers, “is daddy okay?” She asks and your heart breaks at the fearful tone to the voice.
“Yeah, baby girl. Daddy is gonna be fine.” You try to be positive, hoping that he’s going to be okay.
**
You’re not sure how many hours have passed. Ana is asleep on the chair, curled up after the hospital staff brought her and you some food. Time will tell if Frankie wakes up, his head and chest bandaged and you can’t seem to look away from the rise and fall of his chest, the beeping of the heart monitor reminding you that he’s still here. When he does wake up, he blinks, wincing at the bright light above, and he tries to remember what happened.
“Oh thank god.” You sigh breathlessly when you feel him shift, looking up to find his eyes slowly opening. “Frankie. It’s okay, take it easy.” You don’t want him to be startled or scared. Squeezing his hand gently. “It’s me. You’re in the hospital in Germany.” Trying to keep your voice soothing until he turns to head to look at you.
His throat is so dry. Like he has been stranded in the desert for days without water. He swallows, trying to speak, and he tries to remember what happened but all he can say is “love you.” His dreams were lucid, showing him what life could be like. A life spent with you and Ana. You as his wife, his actual wife, not some paper so you can get healthcare. He closes his eyes again, feeling exhausted.
“I love you too.” You cry, relieved that he’s okay. That he’s awake. The fear and the anxiety make you sob as you lean forward and kiss his hand. “I’m so- god, I’m so - god I was so worried.”
The nurse comes in to check on you at that moment and you turn towards her, “he’s awake.” The nurse nods and comes over to Frankie, ushering you away and pushing the button to summon the rest of the medical team to assess Frankie who is still half drugged up but aware of his surroundings.
You move over towards Ana, leaning over and checking on her while the doctors and nurses come into the room. Smiling as she cuddles the beat that had his voice recorded in it while she sleeps. You have to talk to him. You can’t do this. Not when you really love him. You can’t pretend you don’t want a real future with him while playing as his wife.
The medical team eventually filters out and the doctor approaches to tell you that Frankie’s vitals all look good. He was shot in the head but it was just scraped and didn’t go in. He had a bullet to the chest which punctured his lung but didn’t go near his heart, and a bullet to the shoulder. He’s lucky to be alive but he should make a recovery as long as he’s stable.
Listening to the doctor, you are so damn thankful for the fact that Frankie pulled through as well as he has, hugging yourself as you hear the prognosis and what will happen going forward with rehab for him. “Thank you.” You murmur as the doctor leaves, letting you move back towards Frankie. You can tell that he’s about to fall asleep as you take his hand again. “Baby, I-” you choke out the words, new tears falling and you just squeeze his hand again, unable to get the words out. Frankie’s eyes flutter closed again and his breathing evens out as he falls asleep again.
****
“Daddy! Mommy wants pancakes.” Ana declares and Frankie chuckles, “oh she does? I guess it is Mother’s Day after all.” Frankie says as he slides the pancakes he was already making onto the plate. “Come on then. Let’s go.” Frankie says once he’s got everything and Ana opens the door for him to find you holding the baby, breastfeeding him.
“Happy Mommy Day!” Ana declares and you smile, looking up at Frankie as he holds the tray.
“Happy Mother’s Day.” He says and kisses your cheek even though he showed you how much he loves you this morning before the kids woke up. “I’ll hold him while you eat.” Frankie offers after his son pulls off of your breast. You nod and Frankie takes the baby into his arms, certain that this is a dream. The life he’s always wanted with the woman he’s always wanted.
“I’ve been thinking.” You smile sweetly at the picture Frankie paints holding your son.
“Yeah baby? What have you been thinking about?” He asks, looking up from Miguel to find you grinning at him. His heart flutters every time he sees that smile.
“I think that once the doctor clears me, we should try for another.” You admit, chuckling when his eyes widen. “Have a set of Irish twins. What do you think?” You had cursed him while you were pushing Miguel out, but immediately apologized once the pain had passed and your son was in your arms.
Frankie’s eyes widen, “really? You want another one so soon?” He asks and you nod, “yes. Yes. I don’t want to waste time. It’s precious.” He agrees, knowing how quick time flies. “Let’s do it.” He says and he is leaning in to kiss you. “I love you baby.” He murmurs and you hum into his mouth, making him smile.
****
Frankie squeezes your hand while he continues to rest. Letting you cry in solitude while Ana still sleeps curled up in the chair. “I love you Frankie.” You admit quietly. “I’ve always loved you. It’s why it was so easy to offer to marry you. I- I want you to recover for Ana, but for me too.” Leaning down, you kiss his hand again, wondering if he’s dreaming. If he is, you hope that it's a good dream.
Frankie blinks against the bright light again, annoyed that he’s been dragged away from his dream of making another baby with you. The dreams were so real he mourns the life he had in those dreams and he opens his eyes to find you crying while holding his hand. “Wha- baby?” He croaks, throat still so dry and he wonders why you are crying.
Looking up, you press your lips together as you hold back a sob. Leaning forward and pressing your lips to his cheek and forehead, taking care to keep away from his bandages. “Oh god baby, you're awake. I - I’m so glad.” You pull back, knowing he is probably confused. “You were- you were shot.” You explain quietly. “You’re in a hospital in Germany. I- Ana and I flew out as soon as possible. I have been so worried about you.”
He frowns, finally getting his focus, and he looks at you. “Shot? Germany? The- the others?” He asks, suddenly worried about his team. Are they okay? Is anyone else hurt or dead? His heart monitor starts to beep rapidly and he squeezes your hand.
“Everyone else is fine.” You promise, having heard what happened from the officer who had taken you to the airfield to fly out. “You took fire while you were trying to get soldiers out of a heavy fire situation. You were shot, but managed to get them back to the base before you passed out right after you set down your chopper.” Your heart had stopped when you heard how he had barely made it back to base, but you could only be strong for him.
He’s still fuzzy but he understands what you are saying. He nearly died. He remembers the panic in his mind when he was shot, thinking about leaving you and Ana behind. Fuck, he nearly died. Fuck. “I love you.” He tells you breathlessly.
“I love you.” You murmur, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“No. No. You don’t understand. I’m in love with you. I love you. I love you. I can’t - I can’t live without you. You’re my best friend. You’re my everything.” He chokes, needing you to understand him.
“You’re my best friend too.” You promise him, thinking that he’s just telling you needing you as a friend.
But Frankie frowns. “No baby, I don’t- I want to be married to you for real. Forever.” He manages, squeezing your hand.
“For real?” You frown and then lean forward. “Baby, I want- if this is just some kind of reaction to being shot-“
“it’s not,” he insists. “I love you.”
You lunge forward and press your lips to his. “I love you.” You tell him breathlessly.
He wishes he could reach up and cup your cheek, keep you pressed against him, but all he can do is kiss you back. “I’m so fucking in love with you. Always have been. Even with - even when I was with Janet. It’s why she left that night. We were arguing and I- shit. I’ve made so many mistakes but marrying you ain’t one of them. I love you. I love you.” He says when you lean back to look into his eyes.
Your heart breaks, knowing that you were the cause of what could be the reason that Janet was driving that night, although you know her actions were her own. You know that she and Frankie weren’t good together and you can’t blame him for the past. “I love you, Francisco.” You promise him softly with a smile, kissing him once more. “Will you stay married to me?” You ask quietly, not wanting anyone to over hear. “Make this a real marriage with me?”
Frankie nuzzles into your cheek, unable to believe how lucky he is to have you. “I love you. It’s always been you. I- I don’t want to waste any more time. I want to start the rest of our lives.”
You smile and giggle happily, reaching up and brushing his hair back from his face. “I love you too baby. Now you just need to heal so you can come home to us.” Frankie’s deployment is officially over and as soon as he is recovered enough to go home, you would be headed back to the states so he could recover fully.
****
“Frankie!” You huff, pushing at his wandering hands and pushing them away from your ass. “You need to stop. You could pull a stitch.” You chide, finding it harder and harder to push him as the weeks go by.
Frankie grunts, “don’t care. It’s been torture seeing you and not being able to be inside of you.” He admits, and he knows you’ve done stuff. You have sucked his cock and he let you sit on his face, but the doctor told him no strenuous activity. He hasn’t been cleared yet but every day it’s getting harder to not fuck you. He honestly wants to make love to you, something slow and sweet to consummate your marriage…finally.
You bite your lip and you know that he is just as eager as you are to finally have sex. Leaning in, you press your lips to his. “If - and I mean if - you can be good and be still, how about we compromise and I sit on your cock?” You know that Frankie wants to be in charge but he can’t. No with the bandage on his side. But if he could be still, you could ride him. “But you have to be still. Not trying to take over.”
Frankie pouts, aware that he can’t ruin you the way he wants to but he has the rest of your lives to make love to you, to make you cum on his cock while he fucks you. “I can be good.” He promises, sliding his hands down to squeeze your ass. Ana is in bed and he’s so grateful for it so he can push his hard cock into your hip. “I won’t take over.”
You smirk, absolutely aware of the fact that he will try to take over. “Then what are you waiting for, soldier?” You tease. “Get undressed so I can fuck my husband.” You are already getting out of the bed so you can strip out of the t-shirt and panties that you had taken to sleeping in. Enjoying the way Frankie’s eyes wander over your body every night.
He loves seeing you like this. His beautiful wife. The love of his life. He swallows, throat suddenly dries, and he is grateful he isn’t wearing a shirt. His boxers are able to be shoved down and he pushes the sheets down the bed before settling against the pillows. “Baby. Come here. Are you wet? You wanna sit on my face?” He asks, “there’s lube in the nightstand.” He wants you to be comfortable. “And condoms…if you want.” He adds, knowing you haven’t been on birth control and he doesn’t want to push you in case you change your mind and don’t want to get pregnant yet.
He pants, fingers twitching to grab you. He desperately wants you, he wants to make you feel good. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant.” He admits, knowing that the experience will be different than Janet who was a nightmare when she was pregnant. She was demanding and accused him of cheating, and then cried and begged for sex in the same breath. He had whiplash and tried to be there for her but it was hard at times. His hands caress your back and he leans in to kiss your shoulder, just breathing you in while you grind against him.
“Lean back, baby.” You chide, pushing his shoulder back gently. “I’m going to come to you. Give you what we’ve both wanted.” He feels so good against your clit that you can’t help but roll your hips, slicking up his cock with how wet you are and enjoying when his cock flexes against your folds. Leaning in, you press your lips to his in a soft kiss.
“Fuck. Don’t tease me baby. It’s been torture.” He groans when you kiss him slowly, his hands squeezing your hips to encourage you. “Come on baby. I need you to fuck me.” He begs, rocking his hips to grind against you.
Taking mercy on him and yourself, you reach down and wrap your fingers around his thick cock and lift your hips. Eager to have him inside you now and feel his cum filling you up. The first inch makes you gasp, carefully bracing your hands on his chest but not putting any pressure on him. Wanting to make sure you don’t hurt him as you sink down on him.
Frankie whimpers, actually whimpers, when you take his cock inside of you. “Fuck baby. You- Jesus fucking Christ - you feel so good.” He pants, “I- oh God. Wanted this for so long.” He grips your waist, wishing he could slide inside of you on your back and make love to you.
Leaning forward, you press your lips to his and slide your tongue into his mouth as you grind back onto him. Wanting to make sure that you get used to the thick heft of him inside you. “Me too baby, wanted you for so long.” You promise, your walls clenching around him.
Frankie almost feels like he can't breathe. His heart beats out of his chest and he pants when you clench around him. "Fuck, sweetheart. Feel so good. Can't - can't wait to feel this for the rest of our lives. So damn lucky." He kisses along your jaw and down your neck, wanting to worship you as much as possible.
“I’m lucky.” You start to slowly roll your hips, in no hurry to cum. You want this time to be soft and sweet. Not only for him, but so you can feel every inch of him scrubbing through your walls. “Love you.” You close your eyes as he kisses you, absorbing the groans and loving how his hands wander as you slowly ride him.
“Love you too.” He vows, knowing he’s going to ask you to marry him again. He wants a big wedding, the boys to be there and your friends. He wants to show off how much he loves you. After nearly dying, it’s put everything into perspective and he knows he is grateful for what he has. Others have fared far worse than him. His hands squeeze your breasts and his cock twitching inside of you, imagining them full of milk for his baby. The thought nearly sends him over the edge but he controls himself.
“Ohhh someone thought of something they like.” You tease, seeing the look on his face as he twitches inside you. You wonder if it’s the same as him. Imagining him knocking you up tonight. Your hips roll a little faster and you moan his name softly, reaching up and combing through his hair as your nose touches his and you look in his dark eyes
He chuckles softly, “was thinking about you full of our baby. When your tits get bigger.” He confesses and nudges your nose with his. “I can’t wait. I can’t wait to begin our family with Ana and another child. It’s gonna - fuck - it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.” He murmurs, caressing your back.
You moan, imaging how possessive, how loving he will be when you are showing. Frankie seems like the type to worship you when you are pregnant. “I want that too.” You promise. “Have your baby, share that with you. Raising our kids.” Ana isn’t yours by blood but you love her like your own.
He nods, knowing he wants to ask you to formally adopt Ana and be her mom. He will preserve Janet’s legacy with her daughter but Ana deserves all the love in the world. “Fuck.” Frankie groans when you rock a little faster, his shoulder aches but he ignores it, trying to rock his hips up into you as you grind on top of him.
“Frankie.” You gasp out, clenching down around him when his cock nudges against your g-spot wonderfully. “There.” You pant, knowing that if he keeps hitting that spot just like that, you will cum quickly.
He hisses, concentrating on thrusting up into you at that angle. “Baby. Cum for me baby.” He begs, “come on, be a good girl. Cum for me.” He demands, needing to feel you clamp down on his cock.
You whine out his name, holding onto him as he takes control.
He wasn’t supposed to do that, but you are beyond caring. As long as he doesn’t rip his stitches, he can take the reins and thrust up into you. “I’m gonna cum baby, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum on your cock.”
“That’s it. That’s it.” He groans when he thrusts up into you, his hands gripping your ass, and you clamp down on his cock. “Fuck yes baby. That’s it. Oh shit. I’m gonna-” Frankie usually prides himself on his stamina but the emotional connection combined with wanting you for years and the added ecstasy of you possibly getting pregnant and his near demise has him sent over the edge. “Fuck.” He moans your name as he cums, cock twitching inside of you.
It’s Heaven, the molten heat of his seed filling you. Making you gasp in pleasure as you grind down on him as he rides out his high, pushing up into you with short thrusts. “Oh god, oh god.” You collapse against him and kiss along his jaw. “I love you so much.”
“Love you.” Frankie pants, his entire body lost in the feel of his orgasm. It’s more than he could’ve ever imagined. He feels complete. His wife in his arms, hopefully pregnant soon with his second child. It’s his dream come true. He just wishes it wasn’t such a bumpy road to get to this point but that’s life. Twists and turns…Frankie still got his happy ending.
#pedro pascal#frankie catfish morales x reader#francisco morales#frankie morales x reader#Frankie Morales x you#frankie morales x f!reader#frankie morales triple frontier#frankie morales smut#frankie morales fanfiction#frankie morales imagine
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peanuts
lottie matthews x gn!reader
summary: the one where you bring pb&j sandwiches for lottie everyday since you were 9.
warnings: so much fluffiness i might trow up, short silly fic, lottie and reader are childhood friends and secretly in love, no crash, lottie has a bad relationship with her parents, cute little unexpected ending i guess?, english mistakes, not proofread
you and lottie were friends since you were nine years old.
you remember being inside the car with your parents when you moved to new jersey. the roads were bumpy before you could make it to the city of wiskayok. still, you insisted on carrying a book with you during the entire trip, knowing that you would feel nauseous in no time. your parents warned you but, as the quiet and moody kid that didn't want to move, you ignored their advice.
trying to focus on anything else besides your upset stomach, you place the book titled "matilda" by roald dahl, in perfect condition, by your side and decide to enjoy the view outside as the car moves along from the backseat. it wasn't a lifesaver but it was better than feeling your head heavy as you read the tiny words in the paper.
the houses were all the same. boring, lifeless and with a few flowers or bushes outside just to bring some color. what a lame city, you thought. no colorful houses, fun playgrounds or a nice park in sight. but that changed at the exact same moment as you saw lottie's house. a perfect planned garden in the front and impeccably painted walls capable of telling anyone that the house was pretty, yes, but the people living inside of it were superior. liking or not, the house was pretty but not as far pretty as her.
lottie was upstairs in the window of her bedroom when you saw her, you couldn't decide if she was staring outside like she was waiting for something or just watching people go by as if she was trapped inside. either way, she waved at you and, hesitantly, you waved back.
the following years consisted in sleepovers, movie nights and little discussions in the book club you two invented. safe to say that you became best friends almost too immediately.
lottie was a loner when she was home with no one to watch her except for a old lady that worked for the matthew's as a housekeeper or a nanny. you never knew and she was scary. playing pranks on her was almost a daily occurrence and an invention of lottie. like dyeing her clothes pink or switching salt and sugar and watching the distorted face of pure horror and agony in lottie's parents faces during dinner, when they invited you over. you and lottie had to cover your mouth or look down to not laugh but couldn't ever not exchange glances across the table.
her parents knew, of course. "your parents must be waiting for you. it's late isn't it?" was lottie's moms way of telling you to leave. you would say goodbye to lottie and hold her hand extra tight, knowing that the second the door closed behind you, you would hear her parents scolding her. you could see a curious mix between fear and excitement in her eyes when you were about to leave and you thought that that would be the last time she would prank that poor lady, but no. she would always come up with something new. deep down you knew that she was just craving attention from her parents and she would be glad to accept some mean words from them if it meant that they would talk to her instead of disappearing in work.
every day after the pranks were the same. the next morning, you showed up at school with two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. one for you and the other one for lottie, of course. maybe it was your way of supporting her as you could. as a nine year old, peanut butter sandwiches were your favorite and you would always eat them if you were feeling sad. you never knew why she would eat it entirely and as fast as she could, kiss your cheek and run away, telling you she was late. it was lunch time and she was nine. what could she possibly be late for?
but the smile on her face exposing her teeth shaped like little fangs every single time she saw you with a simple extra sandwich on hands made just for her, became your new favorite thing in the world.
during your teenage years, nothing changed. almost nothing. lottie was still a loner at home but was kind of a popular girl at school. not like your other friend jackie, but still popular. you and lottie tried for the wiskayok high yellowjackets; a girl's soccer team. you both made it to the team and quickly made some new friendships but nothing as close as what you two had. you were popular as well, sure, but you didn't care about that. it took you a few weeks to realize that jackie was popular because of her personality. you, lottie and other girls were popular because you were on the team.
regardless, after every unsuccessful exam, every bad moment with lottie's parents, every failed practice day, you were right by her side holding a sandwich with silly drawings made out of peanut butter and jelly. despite being best friends, you were both changing. different hair, different ways of dressing, different ways to look at each other. the only thing that never truly changed was the smile on lottie's lips and it was exactly like how you remember from when you were nine.
there was that one day when lottie had an awful day at practice after a fight with her parents last night and she was sitting on the aluminun bench in the locker room. she had her head down and her dark curls styled in low pigtails.
"hi." you sit by her side. she looks up and you notice her red eyes. "hi." she whispers. lottie would never let people see her in vulnerable moments but near you, she wouldn't hide a thing.
"should i go to your house in the middle of the night and dye your parents clothes pink like when we were kids?" your voice was playful but you knew that if the answer was yes, you would happily do it.
you feel your heart beating faster as you hear lottie's breathy laugh and feel proud of yourself for making her happy now. then, in a few seconds, the weak smile faded and the locker room fell into silence.
"do you think i'm a freak?" her words make your heart shatter. lottie would tell you everything, except from that one big secret thing that she was forbidden to talk about by her parents. you never mentioned it after noticing how she would get uncomfortable. or after noticing how her parents would always change the conversation to something else if she was blabbing too much. or when you saw a small orange bottle with pills inside with a label that said "charlotte matthews".
you take a moment to think of something to say until you realize that there was no right thing. lottie just wanted support. she needed your support. "i think you are strong." you say. you knew that she didn't have a choice, she had to be strong. but yet, it was something you admired in her.
"lott, i don't know what is happening and i won't ever force you to tell me. but i know you for years now and i know what you are." she remains quiet but at least she's still looking at you.
"you are so smart. brilliant, actually. you are great at soccer, you have an amazing fashion sense" you joke "a heart of gold."
"and you are beatiful."
lottie says nothing but you can see a subtle spark of relief in her eyes. instead, she hops closer to you and rest her head on your shoulder. you do the same, gently laying your head on top of hers. you were staring at that same old boring blue locker in front of you when you feel lottie's hand grabbing yours. you feel nothing but euphoria when she intertwined your fingers together as your hands were placed between you two.
your smile was so wide that you were actually happy that lottie couldn't see you. and you couldn't see her face as well but something was telling you that she was also smiling while her thumb was Involuntarily caressing your hand. you weren't sure if that was something that best friends did, at least not in such an intimate way. but you were hoping that it meant something more.
you hear steps getting louder and realize that practice was over and the girls were coming to change clothes. unanimously, you two distance yourselves from each other just in time and, taking a quick glance at lottie, you see her face entirely red.
"are you okay, lottie? we were worried. jackie said that she can dismiss you tomorrow." shauna gets closer to you two, touching lottie's shoulder and squeezing it softly in reassurance.
"it's okay. i'm all good." she looks up and smiles at her friend.
you stand up and grab your backpack, pulling out a small paper bag with something unmistakable inside. lottie and shauna look at you and still feeling a bit shaky, you handle it to lottie with a shy smirk and lots of mumble.
"peanut butter sandwich. to make you feel better, you know the drill, right?" you laugh awkwardly and lottie's cheeks that were just going back to its original color, got pinkish again. the same old smile was also there.
"thank you. movie night tonight?" she asks full of hope.
"absolutely. can't wait to watch drew barrymore in scream." you nod excitedly. later that night you would find out that she would only appear in the screen for ten minutes and lottie would make fun of you for that.
after you left, shauna tapped lottie's shoulder to catch her attention. she looked at shauna but her hands were carefully holding the paper bag against her body as if she was taking care of something precious.
"i thought you were allergic to peanuts?" shauna frowns.
"yeah. but it's their favorite."
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A list of all my favourite FRANCISCO MORALES Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.
PART 1
Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤
⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.
False God & Worship The Love - @swiftispunk Sub!Frankie
The Pilot & His Girl Series - @avastrasposts TLOU Crossover
Sex Worker Frankie Series - @prolix-yuy SexWorker!Frankie
K-Holes & Sticky Floors (Prequel To Rock Bottom) & Rock Bottom Series - @ghostofaboy Frankie x M!OFC's
My Girl - @foli-vora Featuring Dave York
Catalyst - @ezrasbirdie Featuring Joel Miller
Telltale Heart, More Sex, No Lies & Still A Video Tape - @astroboots
Just Focus On My Love - @javiscigarette
Sweet Thing - @psychedelic-ink StepBrother!Frankie
The Layover Series & Santa Fe Series - @goodwithcheese
Not A Day Too Soon & Blind Dates & One Night Stands - @criticallyacclaimedstranger
Douchebag!Frankie AU Series & F*ck You Frankie - @gracieispunk
Because Of You Series - @kteague OFC!Girasol
Frankie Series - @siriuslymooned
Rack 'Em - @macfrog BBF!Frankie
Touch Me Like You Never, Push Me Like You Never - @quinnnfabrgay-writes
Seven Minutes In Heaven & 102 - @tieronecrush
It's Always The Quiet Ones - @thot-of-khonshu
Old House & Gold Band - @moralesispunk
Fix You Series - @astoryisaloveaffair
Masterlist (Navigate to Frankie Morales Boxset) - @frannyzooey So much to choose from!
A Bumpy Road & Frankie Masterlist - @absurdthirst
The Book Of Love - @mvtthewmurdvck Bookshop AU
Morning Spice, Unwrap Me Now & The Day Frankie Came Home - @mvtthewmurdvck
Too Divine - @sageispunk
Riddles & Enigma - @wayfaringhoax
Distraction - @frenchiereading
Sing Fever To The Form - @thelightsandtheroses
Through The Scope Series - @ssuperficialspacecadett
Slow Shift - @hellishjoel LineCook!Frankie
The Fire Within Us - @flightlessangelwings Sex Pollen
Until The Sun Comes Up - @superhoeva
Bacon & Eggs - @noisynaia
Frankie Masterlist - @guess-my-next-obsession Couldn't choose just one!
Designated Person Series - @whatsnewalycat
These Hands Were Made For Worshipping You - @l0ngschl0ngking
Stood Up - @trulybetty
Feed Your Ego - @whatthefishh Featuring Santiago Garcia
Something Else Series - @pedrostylez
As Long As I Want - @fettuccin-e
Airport Pickup & Hideaway Featuring Santiago Garcia - @legendary-pink-dot
Heartbeat Part 1 & Part 2 - @floralpascal
At My Fingertips - @millerscoffee Throuple Featuring Featuring Santiago Garcia
The Run - @magpiepills Featuring Santiago Garcia
Pope The Meddler - @firsttimewriter92 Featuring Santiago Garcia
Everything I Know Leads Me Back To You Series - @peterhollandkait
Can't Shoot Whiskey - @strawhbrrries
Just A Number Series - @linzels-blog
#pedro pascal characters#fic recs#francisco catfish morales#francisco morales#pedro pascal#triple frontier#frankie catfish morales#frankie morales#frankie morales smut#frankie morales x reader#frankie morales x you#frankie morales fanfic#frankie morales fluff#frankie morales fanfiction#pedro pascal character fics#perdo pascal character stories#triple frontier fanfic#triple frontier fic#triple frontier fanfiction
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My thoughts on the Chaos Theory teaser trailer (this is a shitpost of my thoughts and not an analysis). Go watch it first if you haven't yet.
Okay, alright. This is a weird point to start off at but the TRAUMA of it all omg. Darius saying "we got through this together" and then being alone and shocked when he sees Ben. Pointing a taser at him first thing and being alone in a cabin in the WOODS like the treehouse. Plus all the bells and wind chimes on the front to alert him (thanks to this post for pointing it out)
I love when we address character's trauma it's going to be so mess I can't wait.
Ben and Darius both swerving across the road. Love that for them. They are the bad drivers rep we deserve.
Might come to a shock to some of you, since this account was literally created to talk about the benji fic I write, but when I first watched the show I was a huuuuge benrius shipper. Then I hopped onto ao3, read some benji fics, and got hooked. So I'm super excited to see the benrius crumbs.
I always thought of Ben as the person who would pull away from the group but he's not. It's Darius that's isolated and Ben who has to bring him back.
I wonder if all of the campers lost touch with each other, not just Darius, and that's why they have to go warn everyone instead of just calling them. Like the "we did it together" line in the flashback could be interpreted as they ALL pulled away from each other and now they have to get back together to save each other again because it's the only way.
I hate the trope of found families breaking up but I wonder if that was what the line was alluding to.
WE GET AN ALLOSAURUS!! I love . I'm so excited.
I am squinting at the stills trying to figure out which dinosaur is which.
I have to address beefy Ben, okay. He looks silly, I would die for him. Jwcc Ben, epilogue Ben, and jwct Ben are all different people and we just have to accept that. This is the multiverse, we're just living in it. /j
I hope we see Sammy and Yaz together living their best life on a ranch.
Also I really, really want a Bumpy and Ben reunion in this show. Firecracker was cool and all but I will always prefer Bumpy and Ben. That's all I ask for. The rest of it can be dogshit (but I don't think it will be) and I'll still be happy as long as I get that.
Again, I'll actually analyze this later but these are my immediate thoughts and are obviously open to change.
#camp cretaceous#jwcc#jurassic world camp cretaceous#jwct#ben pincus#darius bowman#jurassic world chaos theory#chaos theory
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Hey could you do boygenius x sick younger artist reader, maybe it’s kind of the beginning of the tour so ya is still kind of shy and intimated by them so they try to hide it until they just can’t anymore and they boys kind of watch of them and take care of them and it becomes like a bonding experience , super excited for you to write the boygenius x ya reader fic series I love ur page and am always checking to see if you’ve updated ❤️❤️
EEEE!!!! i had a lot of fun with this one!! i’m sorry if it’s really long i got carried away!!
consider this part 1 of the young artist au :D an introduction
‼️RPF‼️
“fresh soup”
the boys & younger!artist reader!
Part 2 here!
(not proofread!!)
word count: 1,969
not even two days into the tour and you were in your assigned bunk with the sniffles. as if the universe has different plans for you. you were excited for the tour but having stressed the entire week hoping it all went to plan.
yet here you were. tissue box propped up against your side as you scrolled through social media. the tour bys was on a bumpy road causing you to take deep breaths. it wasn’t helping.
you were the opening act for boygenius. a famous supergroup full of talented musicians. it was your first ever tour and you were nervous. you spent the first day travelling from where you, phoebe, lucy and julien just settled down into their home for the next couple of months.
“kid” startled out of your thoughts, you heard a small tap on the side of the bunk.
“mhm?” you pulled the small curtain open meeting eye to eye with julien. she looked at you with a look of worry and concern
“thought we lost you back at the buss stop. haven’t seen you come out since we drove off. you doing ok?” julien crossed her arms, glancing over you, taking note of the tissue box and scattered tissues in your bed.
“feeling homesick?”
“i’m fine” you avoided her stare, taking interest in the other bunk behind her. your voice was hoarse. sore to swallow and talk. it had you wincing slightly.
“shit- are you sick already?” julien leaned forward a bit, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead. “i said im fine” you frowned.
“doesn’t sound like you’re fine. you want to come out into the lounge and watch some tv with us? instead of being cooped up in here all day” the tattooed woman gave an offer. a small smile on her face. you considered the options. whilst you weren’t that close to the boys or julien you were a bit hesitant on taking up the offer.
weighing the pros and cons felt like it was more cons than pros at this point. what if you got the boys sick? they’d have to cancel the show. you couldn’t afford to get them sick. you’d rather seclude yourself into the safety of your little bunk to wallow in pity and sickness.
“i’m fine- i think id like to stay here, please?” your hand was reaching up to pull the curtains shut when julien nodded. “you sure kid? phoebes makin’ breakfast you want some?”
the thought of having breakfast made you frown. you weren’t sure. you appreciated the thought of julien offering it to you but politely declined. you could make your own breakfast if you wanted to. you didn’t want the boys to use more of what they had themselves. that wasn’t something you wanted to tell julien though.
“i packed some breakfast bars if i need any- thank you though” you gave julien a nod, quickly closing the curtain this time with a small sigh. you listened carefully to julien’s footsteps walking out the door and into the lounge. muffled talking can be heard behind the door. you sighed a little in relief, sneezing a bit as you rolled over onto your other side and shut your eyes for a bit.
unfortunately, people had other plans. the door to the bunk room opened quickly. hurried footsteps made their way down the hallway. you prayed silently, hoping they didn’t stop at your bunk but they did.
“nu uh- absolutely not!” your curtain swung open. you squinted your eyes with a glare, turning over to be met strands of platinum silver hair. phoebe bends down slightly to meet your eyes. “you’re having breakfast, get up and come on” she nodded her head.
“i’m not gonna let you rot away in this ugly-ass bunk. as tour bus buddies, we need to eat and plan for the tour, so come on” phoebe walked down the hallway, humming a tune to herself. an apron was hugging her waist. you stared in confused for a second, watching as she swing a fork around like a microphone.
with a sigh, you flung yourself out of the bunk. your hair was messy and your eyes were dark with bags under your eyes. you wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep but unfortunately, the three musicians in the other room had different plans for you.
“and she has finally left the bunk. seems like the first time we’re finally meeting you!” you quietly opened the door into the small lounge area. it wasn’t big but it wasn’t small either. there was a fridge with cabinets and a sink. on the other side there was a couch with a pull out table.
lucy and julien were sat at the couch. phoebe was hunched over the counter. three pots of cup noodles were opened on the table. a fourth one was being prepared. you took a seat closest to lucy, looking at the tv playing some random cartoon.
“see this bitch” lucy nudged you with her elbow and nodded towards phoebe. “the only woman i know to wear an apron while making cup noodles because she says ‘it’s needed’ needed for what pheebs?” lucy chuckled.
“it’s true- don’t listen to her” phoebe settled the four cups on the small table, taking a seat beside you. “she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. i absolutely need an apron for making these” she twirled the noodles around her fork.
“why?”
“i wanted to look like a cute sexy housewife while cooking you guys some breakfast- damn, you guys don’t appreciate shit in this house” you listened and ate quietly as phoebe and lucy took into a debate. you looked up, catching julien’s eyes as she rolled her eyes jokingly at the other two.
“so i was told you’re sick? little birdie told me you sound like shit” you look up at lucy as she stared down at you. you continued to twirl your noodles. “you could say that yeah”
“you’re lucky tour isn’t for another two days. you can rest and take plenty of fluids. make sure your vocals are good too.” the taller woman added as she pointed her fork towards you.
“julien is making soup tonight. should help. something warm too” phoebe added
“how are you gonna make soup in a tour bus?” you looked at the three in confusion. maybe there was some type of technique you didn’t even think of. but clearly seeing there isn’t anywhere for a stove or oven you were stuck for ideas.
“our last tour we bought a portable stove. a lifesaver if you want something cooked up, instead of living off pot noodles and snacks. portable stove and a pot and it’s just like at home”
“ahh” you replied. that was interesting. your first time on a tour bus, you wouldn’t have thought about it. you quickly ate the rest of your noodles and leaned back, tugging your legs to your chest. you ended up settling into a peaceful quietness as you and the boys watched spongebob on the overhead tv. you weren’t too interested but it was something to pass the time. you were called out to eat with the boys- you didn’t know if you were able to go back to your bunk even if you so wanted to. you didn’t want to sound or appear rude-
“-yeah?” you shook your head, blinking a bit. three pairs of eyes stared back at you. “huh?” feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks, you quickly looked away, wishing the tour bus would open up and spit you out
“i said, you don’t need to hang out with us here if you don’t want to. we’re not stopping you from going back to the bunk” julien nodded her head. her eyes were kind and soft. there was no anger or upset in them. it made you unclench your shoulders and let out a deep breath.
“i’m just going to sleep for a bit” you whispered. phoebe quickly stood up, making space for you to leave.
“that’s totally fine dude. take all the rest you need. we will be calling you for dinner though” phoebe placed a hand on your shoulder and have it a small squeeze. you smiled slightly, ducking out of the room and back to your bunk.
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“knock knock” you opened your eyes to the familiar voice outside the curtains. lucy stood at the bunk this time, moving the fabric aside with a small smile. “dinner time, we’d give it to you here but don’t wanna spill it all over the one place you sleep. wanna come eat with us in the lounge?” you nodded your head, hopping out of the bunk silently.
“just have some soup and go back to bed” lucy placed a hand in your shoulder and led you back into the lounge.
“evening, sleepyhead. get good sleep?” phoebe sat on the couch this time. laptop on the table and feet kicked up on the other side of the couch. julien was hovering over the small portable stove on the countertop. the smell of tomato soup filled the air.
“have a seat- phoebe get your damn legs off the couch, let them sit down” julien turned around, wacking phoebe with her hand as she grumbled. “personal space doesn’t exist with this one around” lucy gestured for you to sit down first, sandwiched between phoebe to your left and lucy to your right.
“how are you enjoying bus life so far?” phoebe sat cris crossed on the furnature, typing away at her laptop. you held your phone in your hand, switching it on to check the time. 5:34pm.
“it’s fine. it’s unusual- probably because it’s my first time on a tour bus” you replied, glancing at phoebes laptop. she seemed to be replying to emails.
“i’d say the last time you were on a tour bus must’ve been for high school? field trips or whatever they are” julien speaks from countertop. “you did graduate couple months ago right?” you nodded to confirm julien’s statement
“i feel so old now” lucy leaned back on the couch. “there’s like.. an actual child on tour with us it’s like we’re babysitting”
“i mean, i just turned 19 like a couple of months so i’m not really a kid anymore” you said with a small smile.
“oh god that’s not a child. that’s a whole fucking teenager” phoebe laughed. “or young adult. either way i feel like a senior citizen- feel like you’re gonna ask me what the great depression is like or something” this has the whole tour bus laughing.
“alright, pipe down meemaw. you’ll get your dinner and then you can watch your game shows later” julien joked, grabbing the ladle and filling the dishes.
“fresh soup from the portable stove coming up. careful- bowls are hot” julien placed the dishes down onto the table one by one. cloth covering her hands as a substitute for an oven glove.
you stared at the soup with a small smile. “thank you” julien shrugged casually “don’t even worry about it, kid”
you listened to the boys start random conversations. they’d always include you in them. it made you feel happy. you were happy to be included.
“would you rather - listen ok important question” phoebe swung her fork around carelessly as she started the conversation . lucy frowned “can you not maybe try spill soup everywhere?” phoebe gave lucy the middle finger. lucy giving her back back. you laughed loudly at the interaction unraveling before you
“ok before i was RUDLEY interrupted. would you rather be a worm or an ant. i feel like this really determines our friendship with you, kid”
you sat there with wide eyes for a moment.
“what type of question is that?”
“SEE? THANK YOU”
“OH FUCK YOU GUYS”
maybe it wasn’t that bad hanging out with the boys. you’d definitely be doing this more often.
#pom writes#younger artist au series#young artist au#boygenius fanfic#boygenius au#boygenius one shot#boygenius x reader#julien baker x reader#julien baker au#julien baker fanfic#julien baker one shot#lucy dacus x reader#lucy dacus au#lucy dacus fanfic#lucy dacus one shot#phoebe bridgers x reader#phoebe bridgers one shot#phoebe bridgers au#phoebe bridgers fanfic
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Post-ww2 Yakuza!chuuya x Fem!reader
✮ Contents: ACT ONE, ~2k words, yakuza, mentions of ww2, mentions of double suicide
✮ A/N: omg i LOVED WRITING THIS FIC !! SO GLAD TO BE APART OF @kentopedia 's event!! a lot of this chapter is going to be set up, but it's important for the rest of the series !! next chapter~ masterlist~
Note: this is a work of fiction. I have taken some creative liberties in this fic, and i do not claim to know everything about japanese history but i have tried my best to be as historically accurate as possible
The train screeched, dragging along the rusty tracks to a stop. The doors slid open and people clambered out of the hot, stuffed train cars with large suitcases full of luggage in hand. You stepped outside into the mid-afternoon sun, surveying the noising chatter of people and the whistles blown by conductors while smoke billowed out the top of the train and dissolved in the air. Kyouka was right behind you- a young girl of around fourteen that had lost her parents in the war and, your personal maid. She carried your luggage with relative ease, it always stunned you how this young girl could manage carrying things most have trouble with.
“Come on, we have to reach the house soon…” You gestured for her to come closer to you. once she complied the two of you weaved your way through the sea of souls, chatter of things from the increase in the cost of rice to the presence of American troops flitted about.
Both because of the war.
You bumped into a man and quickly apologised, smoothing down the yukata that you wore as you glanced around the station in search for one of the servants that would bring you to the estate you were being sent to live in-for how long you didn’t know.
You saw some men crowded around a poster taped against the wall. Probably a poster from Communist supporters or just a call to resist the rule of gaijin. It’d probably will be torn down soon, and from the presence of American troops in this station alone made you wonder why it hadn’t been ripped off.
“Miss!!” You turned around to the source of the voice to see a young boy hurrying up to you, hair white and donning a sickly-pale complexion.
“You must be…” you racked through your brain for the boy’s name as he panted for air, hands on his knees. You were told his name before you left Tokyo, it was…
“…Atsushi. Nakajima Atsushi miss.” He panted, pushing his crooked bangs out of his sweat-beaded face. “Nice to meet you.” Atsushi smiled, straightening his posture and turning to Kyouka. You watched as he tried to take your luggage out of kyouka's small hands, to which she promptly refused and instead toddled off in search of the car. You smiled at her antics and followed along.
the car shifted against the gravelly unpaved roads leading to the estate. It was a family estate, built near the edges of Yokohama and one of few buildings that were lucky enough to be saved from the bombing of the Tokyo area a few years back. You rocked in the seat, hands folded in your lap as you looked out the window at the vibrant shades of green that adorned old, twisting tree trunks that curved along the sides of the road. “Have you been back recently miss?” Atsushi inquired from his spot in the front, steering wheel in his hands.
“No, it’s been a while. I can’t really remember the last time I was here very well, I was very young after all.” You braced against the side and let out a sudden yelp as the car hit a particularly bumpy spot. You looked at Kyouka quickly, confirming she was okay as you saw the girl looking quite unbothered as she stared blankly ahead with a small luggage bag in her lap.
Atsushi nodded, slowing the car down as the winding path opened to the estate grounds. Parking the car in a slope by the road, the three of you clambered out, exposing your skin to the sweltering heat of the burning sun.
“You can go inside miss. there’s not many helpers anymore but it’s not that much of a trouble.” Atsushi grunted as he helped kyouka lug the luggage out of the trunk, quickly explaining the directions to the room you were staying in. You nodded and went inside.
The estate was different; maybe it was because the light damage that was restored over the years, but there was something else to it. Maybe it was the way light shone in and hit the tatami floors, dust dancing in the rays coating the room in a warm hue. The floors creaked under the most gentle of steps as you walked through the halls following atsushi's hurried directions to your room. Pushing the sliding shoji door aside you entered the room carefully, as if there was an undisturbed creature slumbering away, forgotten amidst the chaos of the years long world war. There was a few things in the room, a western style desk and closet and a futon along with a few books lining a bookshelf. You aimlessly grabbed a book off the shelf, flipping through the text in boredom with your chin propped in hand. The entire estate was quiet, a far cry from the memories of the maid’s chatter and gossip echoing against the walls as a child. It was to be expected; no one in Japan was doing too favorably nowadays.
You sighed and dogeared the page you were on, laying down on the futon and staring blankly at the ceiling
Kyouka brought up the market as you ate breakfast the following morning.
“mh? do I want to go?” You took a sip of miso soup, head tilted in thought.
Kyouka nodded “I thought you might like to go out.” You nodded and swallowed.
“You’re right about that.” You spared one last bite of rice-it felt wrong to waste any when it was so expensive- and stood up.
The car sputtered and groaned as it came to a stop in a random alley near the Yamiichi. You and kyouka filed out, atsushi having some work to attend to so the two of you were left on your own. It was a bit stressing; after all it was your second day in Yokohama. Loose rock and dirt shifted under your heels as you slowly figured out the proper directions to the market from the vague directions given by a passerby.
Yamiichi were technically illegal, but sometimes they were the only places that most people could afford to buy from. Of course they had risks. Yakuza gangs often fought for control of the most lucrative markets in the city, and American troops often intermingled alongside the Japanese in the markets. However, keeping your head low and avoiding standing out worked well to repel possible troubles.
You were just there with your maid to get some food and leave. As the sight of poorly constructed roofs of market stalls grew closer you couldn’t help the dip of anxiety in your stomach, spreading and curling around in your limbs like a plague.
The market was packed at this time of day, and you made a mental note to come later or earlier-though the former seemed better to you. Weaving through hungry and desperate people was a difficult task, being pushed around and hitting the sharp, protruding bones of hips and shoulders would definitely cause some bruises if this kept up.
Pausing to read the stalls signs to figure out who was selling what, you made your way to a stall selling sweet potatoes among other vegetables, sending kyouka to another stall as you rather not stay longer than needed. The seller, a middle aged man with silver streaks in his dark hair, placed produce in a worn sack as you named out what you needed, and when he named the price it was more exorbitant than expected.
“Are you sure? For all that?” You dug your teeth into the soft flesh of the inside of your cheek, glancing at the half-filled sack. It seemed too much, but bartering didn’t seem attractive enough for you to argue with this man. You doled out some yen and placed them on the table, grabbing the sack of produce and hurrying off with it clutched to your chest.
Glancing around for kyouka, you didn’t see the man barreling towards you, looking around with hands shoved in pockets.
You didn’t notice him until he crashed into you, knocking the two of you to the ground with a heavy thud.
“Ah shit, my bad- are you okay miss?” You grunted and nodded, blinking dust out of your eyes as the ginger stood up and hurried to your side.
“I’m okay.” You sighed, looking to the side to find the threadbare sack ripped open and the produce spilled all over the dusty ground. You sighed and looked up at the man, gray eyes casting an apologetic glance at you while holding his gloved hand out. You nodded and took it, about to thank him when you heard an over-dramatic gasp and the crunch of gravel under hurried steps.
“Chuuya! How ungentlemanly of you to knock over such a pretty lady!” You saw a twitch in the man's-chuuya's- eye and he let out a silent hiss, glaring at the brown-haired man that strolled over.
“Shut it, mackerel. I didn’t mean to.” He snapped back, squeezing your hand a bit before dropping it. The brunette glanced at you before he grinned and dropped onto his knees, clutching your hand in his. You gaped a bit, a starry look in the mans eyes as he spoke quickly.
“My darling, would you like to reenact ending of the play Shinjuu ten no Amijima with me in a double suici-?” chuuya grabbed him by the collar, shoving him away from you and gritting his teeth.
“Sorry, sweetheart. For this mess-” He gestured to the wasted produce, “-and for dazai.” He shook dazai a bit and he whined about double suicides and how mean chuuya was for not letting him achieve one with you. You smiled a bit and giggled softly at the sight in front of you and if you were staring a little more carefully you would’ve seen the colour that flushed chuuya's cheeks.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll come back later I guess…” You sighed, shoulders slumping. chuuya's mouth opened before he shut it, nodding and rubbing the back of his neck.
“okay, guess I’ll go do…stuff…” He said it so quietly you had to strain your ears over the clammer of the market to hear. Before you could respond he lugged dazai up and dragged him away from you, not before you could register a snippet of their argument.
“c'monnnn, Chuuya! You hafta admit she’s reaaaally pretty-” a yelp followed.
“S-shut it!”
It took you a moment to realize they were talking about you.
You looked down and gathered some of the salvageable produce in your arms, and as you did so you realized your heart.
Why was it beating faster than normal?
Shinjuu ten no Amijima: "the love suicides at Amijima"; a kabuki play in which the two lovers commit double suicide at the end.
gaijin: foreigners; used by the Japanese to describe occupying American troops
Yamiichi: illegal black markets in post-wwii japan
©Cheriiyaya 2024
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Hold Me Without Hurting Me: A Jay Fic
A/N: In which an old friend fills your life with flowers again, along a bumpy sided road.
Pairings: Ceo!Jay × Ceo!fem!reader, includes rest of Enhypen and certain other groups
Story prompt: If I had a flower for every time I fell in love with you, I would walk in my garden forever. (This story is based on the language of flowers.)
A/N: got obsessed with flowers one day and boom this came out of it.
Chapter 1: Crocuses and Kindred Meetings
Chapter 2: Germanium and Gin
Chapter 3: Carnations and Cold Winds
Chapter 4: Wattles and Wills
Chapter 5: Marigold and Maladies
Chapter 6: A trip to the Past
Chapter 7: Violets and Violins
Chapter 8: Crab blossoms and Curt kisses
Chapter 9: Nettleseed and Next steps
Chapter 10: Gladiolus and Gemstone Memoirs
Chapter 11: Hyssop and Hidden Feelings
Chapter 12: Deflowering
Chapter 13: Tulips and Tough luck
Chapter 14: Hibiscus and Holding on
Chapter 15 (finale): Yarrow and Yesterday's Love
#jay#park jay#enhypen park jongseong#enhypen#enha#enha jay#enha jay park#enhypen jay park#enha jay fic#enhypen jay fic#jay fic#jay angst#jay fluff#jay hurt comfort#park jay angst#park jay fluff#jay fluff fic#jay angst fic#enhypen jay#enhypen park jay#enhypen jay fluff#bye bye now
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Yandere mafia Wonki
They're rivals and both of them like you
You're a normal person and student
So can you make a fic about them fighting over you for a long time but after many discussions they decide to share you? Or one of them gets you — your choice 😁
mafia, yandere!wonki - shared
content: yandere mafia members jungwoo and niki x normal student fem!reader
word count: 892
a/n: this is definitely not my best work, but it is something. as usual, this is only my opinion/vision of them as yanderes, nothing else!
you had no idea your father was caught up in the mafia world until two hefty men stormed into the library and grabbed your arms. “what are you doing?! let me go!” you fought and kicked your feet, but to no avail — they were much bigger and stronger than you. the two men got you out of the building, leaving your books and notes behind, and sat you down in a dark vehicle.
after what seemed like an hour of quiet and bumpy roads, and you yelling and thrashing in the back, the car stopped. “hello?? could you please tell me where i am or who’s behind this?” you were frustrated, to say the least, as they completely ignored you. the men got out and put a blindfold over your eyes before you could see anything, as well as tying your wrists together, and as a survival technique, you began to scream your lungs out in hopes they would find you annoying. you acted like a total child; screaming, stomping your feet against what you could identify as gravel, refusing to follow them willingly… the men didn’t care, anyway, and threw you over one of their shoulders.
you entered some sort of house and everything became quiet. well, quieter than it already was, isolating you from the outside world. it felt like a bigger house because you could hear steps echoing from afar. you were then placed on a cushion, a couch, maybe? and you could feel another presence entering. they were close to your face as you could feel a slight breath on your skin, and before you knew it, the blindfold was off. it took a few seconds to get used to the light, but when you did, you were met with an admiring expression. “she’s beautiful, thank you.” the man in front of you caressed your cheek for a moment before crouching down and resting his hands on the couch beside your legs. what the hell was happening. “now, i know you’re wondering what you’re doing here, and it’s quite simple, really.” he began, “my name is yang jungwon, my father is the leader of a highly respected group and has given me some instructions as your father didn’t do what he was told.” you furrowed your brows, my dad?? jungwon continued, “not only that, but i’ve been watching you for some time. i had to do the background research of your father a couple of years ago, when he first came to us, and i just-“ he paused and took a breath, “i fell in love. with you.” you could swear that you felt your heart stop beating for a split second. he untied your wrists and took your hand in his, “but i’m not the only one who finds you irresistible…”
he explained about another man named niki and that, even though he would much rather keep you to himself, he had to share you with him. niki and jungwon were in the same group a few years back, their fathers were very close, but something happened and niki had to take a bullet for jungwon, so now jungwon has to pay him back. by sharing you. he kept explaining that “niki will come by later, he’s a bit… busy, these days.”
and his words were true. when darkness entered the skies, the gates opened, and a man dressed in a black suit stormed in. “where is she?” his voice echoed through the house. you had been given a room by jungwon for privacy, which you were very grateful for, but you still couldn’t wrap your head around the situation. niki’s steps were heavy and became louder and louder the closer he got. he didn’t bother to knock, and walked straight in, “y/n…” your name left his lips and he looked at you like a child looked at their dream toy, “niki?” the man smiled brightly upon hearing his name, “i’m happy to see you.” he took a seat beside you on the bed and, out of instinct, you moved away, “you don’t have to be scared, i- we care deeply about you. and this isn’t your fault, no, we’ve planned this for some time now…” he reached out to touch your arm only for you to draw back. niki sighed and continued, “it just so happens that your father disobeyed mr. yang at the right time.” your chin began to wobble. you wanted to go home. “oh, baby, don’t cry. you’ll be fine. and if you’re worried about the rest of your family, i promise you we haven’t touched them.” tears filled your eyes, blurring your sight, “so, i’m not- i’m not allowed to leave, or what’s going on? i- i don’t understand.” niki cooed at your weak form, “no, baby, you’ll stay here for the time being. we haven’t really talked about it, me and jungwon, but i think if you’re good, you can still go to school, hm?” his hand went up to caress your head, his thumb moving up and down, trying to calm you down, and this time you let him.
jungwon entered not long after your little talk, “everything alright?” you looked up at him with wet eyes and sniffled, “i want to go home… please.” he immediately crouched down and grabbed your hand, “angel, this is your home now.”
#as i said - not my best work lmao#enhypen#enhypen imagine#enhypen reaction#enhypen au#enhypen yandere#yandere enhypen#kpop#kpop imagine#kpop reaction#kpop au#kpop yandere#niki#jungwon
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Heyo! I just wanted to request a cute fluffy fic of reader and Bang Chan going to Disney world going on rides and just having a blast at the park, please :3
Please don’t feel like you need to write this right away, take your time. Love you!!💛🩵
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST I LOVE LOVE IT!!!! if its okay im going to change it to the parks in california because i know those ones like the back of my hand!! I LOVE YOU!! HERE WE GO!! I HOPE YOU LOVE IT!!
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Happiest Place on Earth
Chan had been giggly all day yesterday, not that it wasn’t normal for him to act like that. It just bumped up a notch. He also had that weird smug on his face like he KNEW something that you didn’t and was giggling about it. You two had been on vacation in Southern California for the week, so maybe that was why? You weren’t really sure.
“My loooove it’s time to get up…” He softly shook you awake; you turned over and gave him a look. Which once again he just replied with a smile and a giggle.
“You haven’t told me what I need to get up for Channie.” You said and played with his hair, he started laughing and put his head in your neck.
“Mmmh no I haven’t, huh?” Chan pulled away from you and gave you a kiss on the head, “wear something comfortable for walking around in.”
You groaned and started to get up, stretching and looking at the man next to you who was admiring your sleepy self, “should I wear sneakers?”
“Yes.” He replied simply, smiling at you.
Nodding, you got up and made your way to your suitcase. Chan said comfy clothes so comfy clothes it is!
When you finished getting ready you met Chan in the air bnb kitchen, “ready to go!” You hugged him from behind, you were still suspicious, but you decided to go along with his antics. He was the love of your life after all.
“Good sweetheart, I have my backpack ready too.” He put his hands over yours which rested on his waist, “you’re going to love my surprise.”
When you guys got off the freeway he starts giggling again, “Y/n, baby, close your eyes!”
“What if I get carsick?” You teased him, he glanced at you and pouted.
How could you resist his pout? You let out a fake-annoyed ‘fine’ and closed your eyes. It started getting a little bumpy and you guys ended up parked for a bit. But no matter what he made you keep your eyes closed. You almost fell asleep at some point. When Chan paid the parking guy the car sped up a bit and you could feel it in your stomach that you were on an incline. Hmmmm…
When the car parked Chan turned to you, “open your eyes baby!”
You opened your eyes to see a parking garage, he started laughing and then got out of the car. As you walked Chan told you to keep your eyes down, this must be some surprise.
When you got down to the escalators you noticed a very familiar banner, with an extremely familiar tram.
“Christopher.” You looked at him with wide eyes as you slowly road down.
“Yessss...?” He leaned on you a bit.
“Are we… Actually… Going to Disneyland...?” You mumbled looking up a bit at him, his curly hair prominently peaking out of his hat.
“Maaaaybe.” He side-hugged you and kissed your head. You were beyond excited about getting to go to what some people call the happiest place on Earth once again; you were especially excited because you were with your favorite person too.
When you guys finally got your tickets checked your eyes practically lit up when you started to see the old vintage buildings of main street through the tunnel. You could already smell the fresh candy and popcorn in the wind.
“Do you like the surprise?” Chan asked you; he squeezed your hand reassuringly. You looked at him with stars in his eyes, you didn’t know this, but that look you gave him meant the absolute world to him. He would destroy the planets for you just to see that look of love and adoration in your eyes.
“Do I like it? Baby I love it.” You led him to one of the sidewalks right outside the Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln building and gave him a big hug.
“I’m really glad.” Chan picked you up lightly with a little ‘arrgh!!!’ and started giggling. After he set you down, you had your eyes set for the hat shop.
“Chan! We have to get matching Mickey ears!” You grabbed his hand and started leading him again.
“Whatever you want my love.” He spoke with a softness in his voice that would make anyone get butterflies.
Walking into the hat shop on Main Street gave you nostalgia from when you were just a kid picking out a pair of Mickey ears. Chan followed you around the shop until your eyes landed on a matching wedding set of Mickey and Minnie ears.
“Please! I have always wanted to match with someone with these!” You grabbed them and looked up at Chan. He was not going to pass up the opportunity for people to think you two were married.
“Just like I said before… Whatever you want my love!” Chan let out the sweetest little giggle and he gave you a kiss on the cheek.
When he paid for them, he even got your anniversary embroidered on the back of the caps.
You bounced around with Chan’s hand still holding onto yours, “where to next?”
“Hmmmm…” You let yourself ponder for a moment, “The jungle cruise!”
“Lead the way!”
Chan being excited to be here made you actually want to marry him on the spot, you already had the veil, and he had the top hat from your matching Mickey ears too. You pushed the thought at the back of your head as you led Chan to Adventure Land, you could already see the jungle plants and hear the transition of the upbeat music to the dangerous mission music.
“We have to get the dole whips later! You like pineapple.” You took note and smiled up at him.
“Just not in my burger!” Chan joked with you, you let out a laugh.
“Oh, I know baby.”
The line for the Jungle Cruise was a little long, however you and Chan spent time playing games on his phone.
“I have got to catch Pokemon at Disneyland.” He spoke with determination that made you giggle and lean your head on him. You two were the embodiment of couples in a long line at a theme park but you didn’t mind.
“Are you seriously battling someone right now?” You started laughing really hard.
“Yes, this is such serious business!!!” Chan’s brows furrowed as he focused on his phone.
Just like that time went by really quickly and you guys were going on the dangerous and mystical Jungle Cruise.
The boat guide had Chan’s humor so watching him giggle was one of your favorite parts of the ride. He even snapped a quick photo of you when you saw the 8th wonder of the world: the backside of water!
The next ride to hit was Pirates of the Caribbean. This line was even longer due to the ride being on the lengthy side and more popular. Not that you minded though.
“Oh my gosh congratulations!” Some lady said from behind you, she had tapped you and Chan.
You were confused, what was she congratulating you for?
“I remember when I first got married, we came here first thing!” The lady said with a far off but sweet tone.
“Oh, thank you so much ma’am. I am very lucky to have my beautiful wife here with me! I surprised her with this trip.” Chan said and snuck an arm around your waist, you felt your face heat up.
“You are such a sweet man! You really won with this one!” The lady told you. At this point the line was moving, and you were about to get into the boats.
“I plan on never letting him go!” You said quickly before getting sent into the front of the boat with Chan.
He let out a squeak and moved around, “the seats are already wet!”
You started laughing, “I’m sure you can handle a little water, husband.”
After Pirates you two went to Small World and the Matterhorn, you even got to meet and take photos with a few Disney Characters. Chan was SUPER happy to meet Ariel, you laughed as you took the photos for him.
When the time hit the afternoon Chan turned to you, “if you want, we can go to California Adventure, I bought the ticket hopper for us.”
“I AM GOING TO MARRY YOU!”
The first stop in California Adventure was Avengers Campus. You and Chan geeked out at the super store and he was this close to buying the full Iron Man suit.
“Imagine like Han sees it, he’s so gonna walk out of our apartment wearing it.” You swung your hands back and forth as you walked to Radiator Springs.
“He wouldn’t be able to walk out, he would fall.” Chan shook his head while laughing, you knew he was imagining Han falling in the Iron Man suit.
When you guys got to Radiator Springs you guys walked through the Cozy Cones and ordered some ice cream.
“This is literally the best ice cream I have ever tasted, my gosh.”
“I know right! It’s even better than I remember.” You did a little dance in your seat. What you didn’t notice was Chan’s hand on its way to wipe some ice cream off your lip. You looked at him and smiled. Your heart felt so warm in this moment, even with the cold ice cream in your system.
“I would kiss you but there’s a lot of people around.” Chan whispered; his ears were severely pink. He was acting bashful. You smiled brighter and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“You’re too sweet Channie.”
Chan ended up being a BOSS at Pixar Pier. If you wanted a prize, he was going to make sure you were going to get it. The big prize of the day was the Bullseye stuffed animal, it was from the hardest game of the lineup. The horse race game is like skee ball on steroids. But of course, your Channie got it for you.
The next ride you dragged Chan on was The Little Mermaid ride.
“Promise not to leave me for Ariel?” You teased him.
“You’re the only Princess I need.”
TEASING BACKFIRED!
You two got sat in a little shell and if you were being honest, it was very hard to pay attention to the ride again when your quote on quote “husband,” was next to you. The lights from the ride illuminated him perfectly. The little blue bubble lights lit up his whole face, you watched as Chan was enthralled in the ride, the music, the everything. It truly was the happiest place on Earth being next to him.
Chan ended up turning to you when it showed Eric and Ariel in the bayou as Sebastian sang kiss the girl. Like clockwork Chan put his hand softly on your jaw and kissed you. When he pulled away, he smiled and quietly whispered.
“I love you.”
When you got off the ride it was already dark, Chan gave you his hoodie because the breeze was starting to pick up.
“You want to pick where we go next?” You asked and put your hands in the hoodie pocket, in an attempt to warm them up.
“I actually already had a pick, I told you I planned this all out for you.” Channie led you to a restaurant and started talking to one of the waitresses. She nodded along to what he was saying and next thing you knew you were being sat at these tables right in front of the ferris wheel. All the lights of Pixar Pier were bouncing off the water.
“I got us the special World of Color tickets.” He grinned, you looked at him jaw dropping.
“Chan these are hella expensive seats.”
You weren’t lying, you were close to the front row, and they give out pastries and champagne right before the beautiful water show started.
“Well, we are on vacation baby I wanted to go all out.” Chan held your hand and pulled your chair closer to him, it started to get really cold, so he held you closer to him. He was always so warm.
“You’re the best.” You mumbled and leaned on him, “I tried to get everything I thought you would like in today.”
“Don’t worry about that. I got us tickets for tomorrow and the next day. So three days total, no need to rush, baby.”
You pulled back and looked at him, “YOU WHAT?”
Chan started laughing and pulled you back towards him, “I wanted the full experience with my future wife. Next time we visit I promise I will have a ring on your finger.”
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New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼
So sorry for the slow update! Life's been...a lot lately but hopefully it'll calm down soon!
New Works Added ✨
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@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Pero Tovar’s Desires / Frankie A Bumpy Road / Whiskey Unwillingly Bonded / @pedropascalsx Dave Surrogate Love
@pedrito-friskito Pero Take My Hand
@sirowsky Pero Collision
@gnpwdrnwhiskey Dieter Conversations with a Movie Star
@pennyserenade Dieter Three’s Company
@julesonrecord Dieter A Taste of Honey
@something-tofightfor Dieter A Kiss While Baking / Frankie I Miss You Kiss / Angry Kiss / Javier A Lazy Kiss
@saradika Din Bleed For Me
@novemberrain-writes Din On The Road to Corvus
@imabeautifulbutterfly Din Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest + Choice
@dindjarindiaries Din Hand Over Heart + When It Rains, It Pours + Ruin Me
@brewsterispunkk Din + Javier + Pero Find You Again / Joel Angel of Small Death
@psychedelic-ink Frankie Sweet Thing + Pick Me, Choose Me/ Dave Dollhouse / Ezra All the Good Girls Go to Hell / Pero Menuet / Joel Rises the Moon + Cry Baby / Whiskey Stellar Riders / Din Fear Not The Abyss
@alwaysbethewest Frankie Put Yourself in My Place
@criticallyacclaimedstranger Frankie Not A Day Too Soon
@oogaboogasphincter Frankie Band-Aid
@moonlight-prose Frankie Future Lover
@juletheghoul Frankie Chores
@the-blind-assassin-12 Ezra If This One Wasn’t Enough + Taking Root / Din Quiet & Still / Frankie As Clear As Day / Joel Better Than None
@boliv-jenta Maxwell It Could Be Better
@tightjeansjavi Joel From Eden + Girl, I’ve Never Loved One Like You + Mornin’ Sunshine
@lavendertales Joel Dark Times
@popcornforone Joel Monday Moods / Thief Stolen Looks / Dieter Professional
@wheresarizona Joel Bluebonnet
@guess-my-next-obsession Joel In The Cold, Cold Night
@beskarandblasters Joel New York or Nowhere + Playing With Fire / Din Breaking In the New House
@beecastle Javi G Music Box
@missredherring Marcus M Snap
@stardustandskycrystals Marcus M You’re Not Playing Fair
@toomanystoriessolittletime Dave Revenge
@pedropascalsx Dave 124 Days & 124,000 Commands
@wildemaven Dave From the Window / Javier Until Now, Until You
@wardenparker @absurdthirst Tim Private Dick
@heyhilana Whiskey Yoga
@bluestar22x Whiskey The Riding Lesson
@never--doubt Whiskey Black and White
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spuffy fic rec
figured all the time i spend scouring EF and ao3 might be useful to someone!
part 2
Scooby Crew, Where Are You? by Twinkles [9k]
In a not comics-compliant post-series universe where spuffy have been reunited and everyone else is drifting apart, chaos drops by for a visit. Or a nefarious scheme. I guess we'll find out XD
To Apprehend Air by Quinara [19k]
Two days after LMPTM, Spike's soul is stolen. But that's OK; they can get it back, right? Simple. How hard is it to hop dimensions, anyway? Or storm a castle…
Wild and Wonderful by solstice [23k]
Dawn is nine and three quarters. She is resilient, strange and sharp as a tack. She's a credit to her big sis. But she's just been kidnapped by one of the most notorious vamps of all time - Drusilla. Things look bad. Enter Spike, her very unlikely hero. Spike's relationship with Drusilla has been on the rocks since the Acathala debacle and the morsel in the crate is her double-edged gift to him: a chance to make things right, and a chance to be really bad. Kill the girl and make it hurt. But for some reason he. just. can't. Instead, he tosses the niblet into the trunk of his Desoto and hits the road, leaving his one hundred year relationship in tatters, and grinding his reputation into the dust. Buckle your seat belts nice and tight. We're in for a bumpy ride.
World Enough, and Time by toooldforthis [23k]
“You came back wrong,” he told her, all those years ago. He was right, but it took them a very long time to realise exactly what that meant. It meant a hundred more apocalypses, a thousand battles. It meant a journey, a prophecy, a war. They’d lose one other, and find their way back, and choose, again and again. And all the while, the earth was failing. There are a lot more people than you think who are here for the long haul – like, the really long haul. This is a story about two of them.
Once You Eliminate the Impossible by yellowb [30k]
Icelandic noir. Inspector Summers of the Reykjavik police force has finally got her big chance: she’s in charge of a murder case.
sometimes enough by taxicab12 [35k]
“Tell me everything,” Willow said, not sounding particularly like she’d been asleep. “Are his friends cool?”
Buffy blinked. “Some of them. There was this one British guy—”
“Ooh, accents, hot.”
“—who wouldn’t stop staring at my boobs,” she finished.
“Ew, men, gross.”
“Spike,” Buffy said with a scoff. “What kind of name is that?”
Or, Buffy falls in love and in love and in love. For some reason, life keeps happening anyway
ever waiting airports (full of the love that you deserve) by womanaction [41k]
Buffy catches up with Riley's helicopter, solving one problem and introducing a host of others. How is she supposed to rebuild their crumbling relationship in the face of an angry hellgod out for blood, an emotional teenage sister who spent millennia as a glowing ball of energy, and a weirdly helpful vampire? Season 5 rewrite from "Into the Woods" on.
GTFO by Girlytek [54k]
Spike doesn’t take the extra hundred bucks to be the decoy. Ethan doesn’t hang around to gloat. With the Initiative on their tail (just a little one), and Ethan needing a good being killed, Spike and Fyarl-Giles get out of town. There’s nothing like a road trip to put your demons in perspective.
Care by Sigyn [72k]
While under her Will Be Done spell, Willow just happened to say “I don’t care about anything,” and as a result, wanders blithely off as a vengeance demon. Spike and Buffy are left to protect a threatened Xander and a blind Giles while under the effect of a powerful love charm. But all is not happy in paradise – they’re still constantly fighting, and Angel is determined to end the spell they’re under. In a desperate attempt to collect the tattered remains of all their lives, ex-watcher Wesley Windham-Pryce is called in to try and play marriage counselor between the vampire and the slayer.
The Soul Lies Down by the_moonmoth [73k]
"As a child, I used to dream of a man in black and white, spinning in the desert like a dervish, sword flashing in the moonlight as he danced with death." Dawn travels back in time to save the vampire who saved her life. It's not purely out of sentiment, though -- the fate of the world is at stake (again) and somehow Spike is at the center of events. If only he can stay on the right side of Buffy. A sequel to Angearia's "Fin Amour".
Summer’s Lease by Iamblichus [86k]
Buffy thought it would be just another night of slaying lame-ass campus vampires, but one green demon, some unexpected help from Spike, and a spurt of fluorescent blood later, she finds that her world has acquired a novel complication.
Indigo Overture by Rikki_oko [119k]
Spike's just a drummer, content to live in lead singer Angel's shadow. But when a certain blonde strolls in on Angel's arm, will Spike be content to take the backseat forever? Loosely based on the eighties song, Jesse's Girl.
#there’s a bit of everything in there#obviously catered to my taste but hopefully some people agree!#i’m gonna try and include more lesser known writers in the next one#spuffy#spike x buffy#buffy x spike#spuffy fic#spuffy fic rec#spuffy fic recs#spuffy ficrec#spuffy ficrecs#mine
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folds in the gown
note: a writing exercise in pining/tension. the thing with writing Suguru is that he’s so…. Severe. As I say back home: gets mo ko?! You feel ? Like!! he's an enigma to me!! I hope I did him justice, please let me know ;_;!!!!!!!!
note 2: if you're coming from my kpop blog then you might have already read a similar jk fic. as u can see i love royalty AUs mixed with a little secrecy and private love affairs :3 listen to rosyln by bon iver if u wanna know the vibe !
PAIRING. bodyguard!geto/king's sister!reader
SETTING. royalty au
WARNINGS. suguru's POV. does catching someone naked count as voyeurism? regardless, suggestive content!
SUMMARY. He shouldn't see you like this, but you make it hard to look away.
Dawn would break soon.
Suguru supposed he should be grateful. There had been no sightings of bandit squads, and the terrain of the roads were, at most, gratingly bumpy against the uneven wagon wheels. Two days of travel in relative peace.
It was the heat that was getting him.
Even the horses teetered on the brink of exhaustion. Kento made the call earlier. No use in continuing if the damn horses keep whining like that, and they’d continued east at your suggestion. Kashino River. Suguru remembered those yearly trips to your grandparents’ estate. There was no need to follow wooden peg signs for directions. You just had to find the fallen tree on the river bank where lightning struck seven years ago, and you knew you were four hours away from the city.
Sundown came with an oppressive orange heat, giving way to the cooler purple of the stars Suguru had waited all day for. The blackened stump of that tree came into view within thirty minutes.
The horses were fed. Canvas tents pegged into the nearest grass clearing, wagons stationed in a semi-circle to surround the fire pit. Suguru kept watch, Toge and Maki posted along the perimeter.
Kento, tucked into sheepskin, was snoring. Suguru was almost disgusted by how comfortable he looked. Despite the chill of nightfall, he was still struggling to regulate his temperature. His leather jerkin discarded the second he’d dismounted off his horse, and Kento was still fully clothed.
Your sac of sheepskin was remarkably empty, however.
Suguru stood. The bark of the tree under his ass leaving harsh indents, and he dusted the dirt and ants off. There was only one place you could be.
The river wasn’t far from where they’re stationed. The dense foliage of the trees teased Suguru with tiny bits of moonlight for guidance, and he tripped more than once on gnarled roots. He knew it wasn’t graceful for a skilled soldier like him, but he’d been irritable all day. Fuck elegance.
Where the forest spilled into the riverbank was where your clothes lay. The white fabric of your dress marred with splashes of mud, and Suguru furrowed his eyebrows. You were nowhere to be found.
The water gave it away first. A little ripple, the surface tension taut with resistance. Then your wet head bobbing up to the surface, your quick inhale, and Suguru realized his shoulders were tight. Out of worry, first. Then came the sharp realization that you were, in fact, naked not even five steps away from him, and he almost rolled his eyes at your brazenness.
(He did, secretly, blush.)
“You should be sleeping, Your Grace,” he said in greeting.
The water lapped quietly where you trod. “You of all people should know I don’t take to heat well,” you responded.
Of course he did. You would burst into complaints the second you felt it was too hot, and he’d been victim to your griping more than enough times. Today, the key phrase: almost there, Your Grace, followed by your groaning.
He stared upwards. Wringing his hands, trying his hardest not to watch where your shoulders shone under the moon. Where your neck met your spine, wet.
Suguru was not a strong man when it came to you.
“You didn’t tell anyone where you went.”
“But you knew where to find me.”
(His fingers twitched.)
“You’re predictable,” he answered. “And in need of rest.”
“I’ll sleep in the wagon.” You turned to face him. He steeled his eyes. Willed himself into focus. Your eyes glittering with quiet mischief, rivulets of water sliding down your collarbone, your sternum–
The moon, shaped like a saucer. Orion’s Belt. Kento snoring like a bear. He kept his gaze up, diverted his train of thought.
“The king will be upset knowing you wandered off by yourself.”
“Satoru would have done the same thing.” Suguru knew this. If you were short-tempered, your brother was the worst kind of irascible. “And I have you here with me.”
He wondered how you did it. The way you molded him from hard lines into something softer. Malleable. He refused the smile tugging on his mouth.
“I much prefer you somewhere close. And clothed,” he emphasized, even though everything in him screamed the opposite.
Of course, you lived to defy.
“As you wish,” you agreed.
You pressed your hands into the dirt, hauling yourself up from the dark water. Standing right in front of him, so boldly bare. Dripping. Suguru froze into place. His eyes and brain lagging into different rhythms–don’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlook–his gaze, greedy for a millisecond of shameless beauty–your hips, soft belly, brea–don’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlook–
For the first time today, he shivered. You wrung your hair.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a pair of tits before,” you drawled. You bent over to grab your dress, yanking the fabric over your head, your arms. “I’ll go dry by the fire.”
Suguru gulped, then nodded. You left.
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He stared at the dirt, clumping into a dark brown where you stood. He dragged a frustrated hand on his hot cheeks, wondering what he did in his past life to suffer so terribly good like this.
#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru x you#geto suguru x y/n#geto x reader#suguru x reader#suguru x you#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jjk scenarios#geto scenarios#geto scenario
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Mature Rated Fics Masterlist (22)
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Little Deer, Little Sun, Little Coincidence-orphan_account (ao3)
Summary: Katniss is less than enthused when Prim all but forces her to spend the evening at the fair with Johanna instead of with the twins, especially when Johanna's friend-of-a-friend joins them under the Ferris wheel. That is, until she recognizes this friend-of-a-friend: Peeta Mellark, the personable boy who went away to some fancy, big-city college six years ago. Obviously there's some catching-up to do, and more than can be done on a Ferris wheel, too, but being a single mother for nearly five years has left her a bit rusty in the flirtation department.
Miles Cross-Mejhiren (ao3)
Summary: ‘And they that wad their true-love win / At Miles Cross they maun bide.’ Katniss holds Peeta through a critical episode, paralleling Janet in the old Scottish ballad of Tam Lin (often told as a fairy tale in prose form). “Miles Cross” is the crossroads where Janet pulled her lover from his horse and, by holding him through his many frightening transformations, won him from the fairies. Canon oneshot, post-MJ; written for the THG Fairy Tale Fic Challenge.
Rebound Girl-Diana_Flynn (ao3)
Summary: Katniss Everdeen only goes for only one type of man. It doesn’t matter how tall he is, the color of his hair, or even his personality. What she wants is the man fresh out of a relationship. She likes being that temporary girl the guy uses to lick the wounds of his bruised heart. Too bad Peeta Mellark changes everything for her.
Refuel, Restore, Realign-JennaGill (ao3)
Summary: Peeta and Katniss take a chance they missed in high school, changing life paths and testing family loyalties. “No son, it’s a family business. And blue means loyalty, family loyalty. It means obligation. It means duty. Values we Everdeens and Hawthornes hold high.” Mr. Everdeen takes a deep breath and looks me over once more. “I can see from your expression that you’re not following me son, forget the damn sign. It means my daughter will not date you. Katniss’ path is not with you.”
The Dreadful Beauty-Diana_Flynn (ao3)
Summary: She watches him, the beautiful blonde boy who has become a fixture at the bar/brothel she buses tables at. He just sits there and waits, and she wishes she knew what gave him that chip on his shoulder. Mutt is her name, and no one cares to remember what her real one is, or even notice her. She doesn’t care either, as long as she makes ends meet . But her life will change when that boy with so much to hide notices her. Everlark Fanfiction Inspired by East of Eden. Takes place in World War I Era, Monterey CA.
The Mockingjay and the Mutt-Abagail_Snow (ao3)
Summary: While taming a hijacked Peeta in District Thirteen, Katniss comes to understand a side of him that she had never allowed herself to see. Loosely based on Beauty and the Beast.
The Need for Speed-Peetabreadgirl (ao3)
Summary: Race car driver, Peeta Mellark, is chasing his first racing title, but along the bumpy road he ends up lost, stuck in Panem Springs where he meets an enchanting, silver-eyed trophy of a different kind.
The Unexpected Message-Diana_Flynn (ao3)
Summary: Years after the war has ended Katniss has a fight with Peeta, but she finds an a gift that changes her perspective.
This is Halloween-bubblegum1425 (ao3)
Summary: Katniss Everdeen has been in love with her best friend, Peeta Mellark, for nearly as long as she'd known him. They'd grown together, carrying on their yearly Halloween tradition of watching The Nightmare Before Christmas and other scary movies, but this year was going to be different. This year, Katniss is finally going to use their time together to tell Peeta how she feels…if he doesn't ruin her plans first. College Everlark. Modern AU
We will call this place our home-JLaLa (ao3)
Summary: “She closed her eyes, trying to hold in the disappointing sting of being duped. This man was indeed Peeta Mellark, her husband.” An arranged married in three parts. Everlark.
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PLS me and my homies love your childe and zhongli yandere fics!! will another one come? or a sequal to the Shared Contract? We need it 😫
I decided to make a separate fic, I think it'll have 2 or 3 parts.
You Paint My World pt. 1
Yandere Zhongli & Childe
Tw: blood.
Note: not proofread
Wc: 1723
You were brimming it excitement, smile wide and eyes gleaming. You'd been to most nations before, painting, sketching or drawing the landscape and its beauty - the unique flora and lovely fauna - along the way, except Inazuma and Liyue. Inazuma would have to be last on the list because of its sudden confinement towards the whole of Teyvat, hiding its lush nature behind the perilous thunderstorm that guarded the Inazuman Isles.
You rode through hills and occasionally towns on your way to Liyue Harbor. The ride was bumpy but breathtaking, you wished you could've taken out your book and sketched a few things you had seen on the way, but the bumps on the road threatened to make your pen slip.
It was a quiet ride, you didn't feel uncomfortable nor was the driver asking for any payment, being true to his words to drive you to the harbour. The bustling merchants and the rich architecture unique to this nation made your eyes twinkle in wonder at its beauty. You might end up staying here longer than you hid anticipated, wanting to engrain the whole of Liyue in your mind through your art.
"Thank you for the ride, sir," you bowed lightly, smiling thankfully at him for saving you the trouble of days of walking.
"No, it was my pleasure of helping you," the nice gentleman waved you off, flashing his elderly smile before you went on separate ways.
Finally within the walls of the famed nation of trade and contracts, you took the time to admire it for its splendour. You gripped your bag tightly and flashed a determined grin, marching up the stairs to find a place to live for the period you'd live here, possibly a cheap place with only the necessities. After that, you'll spend the rest of your day exploring the harbour and its surroundings, painting whatever caught your attention.
You sat near the port, watching the sailors work, gazing at the ships dock and sail away, and basking in the sounds of crashing waves and glimmering water. You had your pen out, drawing the scene that went on before you, painting out what made the nation thrive with such focus that you missed many passing glances from the citizens that seemed to have recognized your art. You were deeply concentrated on your work, only raising your eyes from the paper to stare at the scene you had printed on the canvas. You stared at your finished work, holding it at an arm's length and ran over it to see if it had any flaws. A satisfied smile grazed your lips, you simply couldn't wait to see what else Liyue had to offer. Guess it was time to call it a day and go eat somewhere-
"Hmm, what a masterful artwork, " a deep voice rumbled behind you.
You jumped, twisting rapidly to face the person with a surprised mien. It was a man, seemingly in his early twenties from appearances, that spoke to you. His voice was deep and soothing, and his eyes held some sort of gleam, as if aged by hardships and time, but they were calming to stare at. Although his looks were praiseworthy, what you found the most admiring was his air of elegance and modesty, clothed in lavish silks yet soft-spoken like someone you met in Mondstadt.
"Ah, thank you...?" you tilted your head gratefully, smiling sheepishly as you scratched the back of your head.
"Zhongli, pleasure meeting you," he spoke softly, in the same knowledgeable tone he held. "You're (Name), I presume? The travelling artist from Mondstadt."
Zhongli - as he presented himself as - somehow knew you, you were sure you hadn't sold that many paintings. You hadn't paraded your artwork like some artists and hadn't bragged about such feats. So, you wondered how your name came to his lips as if he knew you. Perhaps someone you knew from Monds talked about you to this finely dressed man.
"Uh- yes, It's nice to meet you, Zhongli," you lowered your head lightly, ears turning pink when his name rolled on your tongue, it felt nice. "How- can you tell me how you knew my name?"
Said man hummed, gloved hand reaching for his chin as he pondered on his answer, how can he reply without sounding too... awed by your work of the world he saw for the past millennia.
"I have an eye for fine work, you see. Yours display the world in such lights that it feels as physical as ours. I, however, find myself purchasing yours when I see the chance."
Hearing those words from a handsome man, someone who made your small hobby into a lifelong job made you bashful and embarrassed, red painting your cheeks and ears with a fiery blush under his string gaze. Then, you felt his eyes move from your bowing head to the drawing in your hand, wanting to see your new work.
Feeling the intent being his gaze, you showed him your work, moving it closer to him so that he could see all the small details you captured in your black and white landscape of Liyue's port. He hummed slowly as his eyes ran through the expanse of the canvas, in a deep and amazed fashion that felt like he was appraising a piece of treasure. It made your heart beat with nervous happiness.
"Fine indeed, " he mumbled, staring down with such strong intent. "Are you perhaps thinking of selling this?"
"Mr. Zhongli, is that another piece of (Name)'s artwork?!" a boyish voice called out to the liyuen, filled with disbelief and shallow envy. "How do you keep finding them? I can hardly see a single one on sale nowadays, it's like they vanish the moment they're known."
The ginger shook his head in disappointment, lowered in exaggerated sadness that Zhongli's collection kept on growing every week while his stayed the same, a few artworks of Snezhnaya and Fontaine, two of his favourite nations. Childe stared and stared at the number of canvases Zhongli hung on the wall, unending and increasing by the week. What was his secret to such a treasure trove of famous pieces? Maybe he could steal one while Zhongli wasn't looking, but it wouldn't feel right. He wanted to win them fairly through a hard challenge like bidding against the richest men and women in all of Teyvat- or, he could find how Zhongli got them, it would be easier and less time-consuming.
"Where do you get them?" Childe took his chance, a king the man with many secrets about his source.
"(Name) is currently residing here, I met them 3 weeks prior. I've seen them around the Harbor, that's where I get these," he truthfully answered.
He found no reason to withhold this information, Childe liked your artwork as much as he did. Though Zhongli learned to not only like your artwork, but you as well. You were quiet and didn't speak much, so we as it easy to hold a conversation with you, who quietly listened to him drone away when you met on coincidences. Perhaps he sought you out during his leisurely hours, the need to see you increased every now and then after purchasing your work. He liked talking to you too, wanting to sit next to you and watch as your nimble fingers painted the scene with finesse like he wielded the polearm. Your dynamic with him was calm and comfortable - he thought so. As amiable as you were, you didn't seem like such an outgoing and sociable person like Childe, but perhaps, if you two were to know each other, you'd feel more inclined to stay here than venture far into the world and leave his nation behind as a memory. The Snezhnayan may have his dark secrets and dangerous history, but he was friendly with some and could form a friendship if given; after all, both of them were avid collectors of your work.
"Say, Mr. Zhongli, would you mind taking me to see them?"
Zhongli, the gentleman who'd been buying your newest works almost every day, had asked to meet up at the Third-Round Knockout for the reason of "meeting an acquaintance of mine who likes your artworks". Feeling inclined to accept after all the patronage he had given you, you told him when you'd be available to dine together.
That's where you currently were, asking directions to the tavern, thanking whoever helped you. You walked around the plaza, following the instructions they gave you until you saw the brunette sitting idly on a table, gracefully sipping tea near a tall ginger. You steadily approached them, softly calling out to Zhongli as you made your way up the stairs.
"(Name)," he nodded, your name rolling off his tongue like sweet nectar.
The ginger next to him perked, eyes widening in excitement as he turned to you, grin so wide that they reached from ear to ear. He stood up, greeting you politely with his pretty eyes and boyish grin, presenting himself as "Childe".
An alias, you thought, no parents would name their child with such a... bizarre name.
Other than his name, Childe was friendly - extremely so - he gushed about being lucky enough to collect your Snezhnaya collection and some of Fontaine's with liveliness. He continued on how you painted his homeland so prettily, so fine and great beauty to the land that lost people feared. How you granted the show wasteland beauty through your talent and hard work. He couldn't help himself when asking about your new work and if you'd go back to Snezhnaya for a second collection. He liked Liyue and Fontaine the same, but his home would always hold a special place in his heart.
He offered to take you outside the Harbor, where monsters lurked and promised to protect you while you worked. He oozed of thrill at the thought of being the one to take you outside and keeping you by his side, safe and sound. He wanted to see you in your moment, see how the spark behind your splendour worked. Was it like the sudden adrenaline during his battles? Or was it as exciting as tainting his hydro blades red with his enemies' blood? He had found another interest in the bustling city of contracts.
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“Love thrives on coffee, dark and creamy”
Request by @varnos-kavine
Hello! I love your writing style and I was wondering if you could maybe write a fic where Lesso and the reader aren't together yet, but have mutual crushes and when the reader gets sick Lesso panics a bit and takes care of reader and when they are better they give Lesso a kiss as a thank you for taking care of them. Then maybe at the end them cuddling together in readers bed, just tooth rotting fluff :Dd
i’m dishing out fluff fics like there is no tomorrow. not trying to sound hifalutin or anything but i should seriously be appointed the president of lesso fluff club xD and my goodness, thank you so much! ^^
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Is there anything more exhilarating than returning to your alma mater?
Setting foot once again in the sacred grounds not as a student but a teacher. Walking through the hallways, that have magically remained the same after all these years, with an air of nostalgia cocooning you. Working along immensely gifted people who have nurtured you into what you are today, who are the very architects of this newly appointed teacher standing here right in front of them.
Only by virtue of their teachings are you now able to share, the knowledge that you have reaped and the lessons that you have learnt through your professors once upon a time, with your very own students.
You have a vast array of characters in your classroom, every single one of them uniquely interesting in their own way, now that the two schools have become one. They have since your year. In fact, it is during the middle of your first year that the school master has decided to introduce the new system.
The road has been bumpy at best at first, for both the professors and the students, but it gets significantly smoother as time goes by. Now, even though there emerge occasional kerfuffles over some things and topics as is common in general society, the school runs seamlessly otherwise.
The students are respectful towards their teachers, and the teachers, too, work together to ensure equal opportunities, and offer the best education for their students.
It is early in the morning, and you have been marking papers at your desk in the teachers’ common room, before a hand enters your vision as a steaming mug is placed in front of you.
Looking up is not necessary for you to determine who it is. The ring-adorned lithe fingers, with long nails neatly polished in sterling silver is an instant giveaway.
In fact, yes. Yes, there is one thing more exhilarating than returning to your alma mater. Returning to your alma mater that also happens to have the woman whom you are positively, perpetually enamoured of.
“Dovey says you like coffee with cream, yes?” So, she has questioned, and your doe-eyed gaze has moved from admiring her lovely, long fingers to her exquisitely sculpted face, as she continues. “I accidentally spilled cream into my coffee. You can have it.”
It takes you a while to really register what she has just said, only realising that she is awaiting your response when you notice the slight tilt in her eyebrow.
“Oh!” You replace the quill with the mug, cradling it in your hands. “Uhm- thank you, Lady Lesso.”
“Lesso will do just fine now that we’re part-” She hesitates, then cooly recovers. “-colleagues.”
“Alright.” You give her a small smile, take a sip of the creamy goodness.
“Mmm, just how I like it. Thanks, Lesso.”
She acknowledges you with a nod. You have only just diverted your gaze towards the entrance at the sound of Professor Dovey and Anemone, but the dean in front of you has already left by the time your gaze returns.
The next morning, it is you setting the steaming mug of coffee atop the dean’s desk.
“Professor Dovey and Anemone must have forgotten to let me know that we’re out of cream. I can’t really take my coffee dark, but I know you like yours dark.”
It is then that you notice another mug, sitting empty on the mahogany tabletop.
“Oh, you seem to have made a cup for yourself already. It’s okay. I can give it to Professor Anemone. She usually takes-”
No sooner have your fingers wrapped around the warm mug to take it away than gracefully long digits are locking around your wrist.
“Who said I was drinking coffee? It was just water. Leave it here. I’ll have it.”
In fact, it has not been just water. After ingesting two cups of unadulterated, black coffee, not only have her nerves been hyperactive the whole day, she also has to lie awake in bed until dawn.
Earlier today, as the dean is heading towards another classroom after finishing one, a student has approached her, saying that you have addressed a message to her.
And now, she awaits your arrival in a secluded area of the garden.
According to what you have said to her through your student, you should have been meeting her here almost thirty minutes ago. Suddenly feeling foolish and frustrated at both you for going against your words and herself for acting like a naive schoolgirl, she leaves the garden, teeth gritted, and grip, white-knuckled tight on her cane as it meets the floor with more force than is necessary.
It is on her way back to the common room that she comes across a commotion right in the middle of a hallway. At first, she dismisses it just another case of the students getting a little too excited, but when she senses that something is wrong, she quickly begins making her way through the crowd.
And what she finds immediately chases away all the bitterness that has been bubbling inside, replaced entirely by concern.
With her heart in her mouth, she rushes towards your side, but a small crumpled heap on the ground, asking around as she does so. “What happened?”
“When we found her, she had already collapsed.”
Your silky white gown is sullied, beads of scarlet fixed into the soft fabric like a sickening version of tiny rubies.
“Why is there blood?”
“We don’t know, Lady Lesso.”
She has to physically release a deep shuddering breath to calm herself. Without wasting another second, she effortlessly gathers you into her arm, and it is then that Anemone and Dovey subsequently arrives, gasping upon seeing your state but then, clearing the way for Lesso to swiftly carry you out of here. Dovey grabs her cane from its forgotten place on the floor as she marches towards your chamber.
Upon getting you into bed and out of your attire, she is partially relieved to find upon your body no injuries. However, your body is lacking colour, and evidenced by the encrusted blood around your nostrils which had already been wiped clean, you must have bled as well. Even though both Dovey and Anemone proposes to take shifts looking after you, she refuses to leave your side, taking it entirely upon herself to care for you, and just sitting by your bed to keep an eye on you.
You wake up when night falls, feeling better than you have in the afternoon, finding upon awakening a head full of strawberry strands atop your creamy sheets. You try to be as subtle as you can, but even the slightest shift of your body is more than enough to bring her out of her slumber.
“You’re awake. Are you feeling better?”
“Much.”
“Do you want to eat something?”
“Perhaps later. I’m not very hungry.”
“Do you need anything?”
“Can you…?” You let it hang, instead patting the empty space beside you with a hand.
Silently, surprisingly, she obliges, slipping under the duvet, and adjusting herself until she is facing towards you.
“I was worried.” A thumb has unexpectedly found home on your cheek, caressing along your cheekbone with feather-soft tenderness. “You scared me.”
“I’m sorry.” You shift closer to her, and kiss her sweetly on the very tip of her lovely, little nose. When you part, she holds you close, keeping you from moving away with an arm around your back. “Thank you so much Lesso, for taking care of me.”
A hum along with a kiss atop your forehead has been her response. When the arm around your back tightens, and you are pulled deeper into her, you press your face against her throat. She smells divine, like her favourite cup of freshly brewed coffee, with just the faintest notes of a petrichor. You bury your nose in the little dip, inhale heartily.
“I missed my evening classes.”
“I asked Dovey and Anemone to fill in for us, and promised to take their shifts tomorrow.”
“We can share the classes between the two of us.”
“Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but you are to rest in bed tomorrow. The schoolmaster’s order.”
“But Lesso,-” You whine, seek her face. “-your schedule is already packed as it is. If you’re going to take-”
She gazes down at you, eyes teeming with mirth at your little pout, as she shushes you with a finger on your lips.
“Fret not, darling. Starting from tomorrow, you’ll be giving me kisses everyday as compensations.” While her forehead parks on yours, your cheek is gingerly pinched between her thumb and forefinger. “In the meantime, I want you to just rest and recover. Alright?”
You steal a quick kiss from her, keeping your lips in close proximity even when you part, and from there, you murmur. “Why tomorrow when I can start right away.”
You dive in to press another kiss to her lips, lingering there this time as she gathers you in her arms, keeping your dainty frame pressed against her body.
And that is how you fall asleep, cocooned in each other’s embrace.
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you know what the student coming up to lesso to deliver your message is actually dovey and anemone’s doing. they sent another student to you as well with the message that the dean would like to have a word with you privately. lmao they were fed up with the two of you chickening out and tiptoeing around each other that they decided to play cupids. although it did not go as planned, the outcome was favourable all the same. so mission accomplished i guess.
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