#i just know franky felt so fucking cool in that moment
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I love how proud Franky looks when showing off his mini fridge it's so silly
#also sanji and usopp being impressed#i just know franky felt so fucking cool in that moment#the way he was hyping it up too😭#“guess why my stomachns cold >:))”#franky im in love w you#one piece#op fanart#one piece redraw#panel redraw#usopp#sanji#cyborg franky#op franky#op usopp#op sanji#blackleg sanji#my art#kappart#water 7#sogeking#sniperking
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Strawhat reactions to a chiropractor or massage therapist joining their crew? (Sfw) I know they get injured and could use it.
I love those random ideas lately 😭helps me out if my writer block💕
📂Strawhat + chiropractor/massage therapist reader joining their crew
Mostly them reacting to you proposing them a session
Luffy
He’s so fucking excited. He’s jumping everywhere, begging to be your first client. He’s already laying down in your office to have his body cracked, but then you realize as you do it that his body is literally made of rubber and it’s impossible for you to work on him. When you tell him the news, he’s whining and tells you to try again😭 He’s all pouty so you decide to massage him and that put him out to sleep real quick. He went from sulking to sleeping. When he woke up, he commented about how good this was and truly he never felt this alive in a while.
Zoro
He would totally refuse at first and complain about how he doesn’t need it and how he only needs to rest a little (a good nap), and he will be fine. But then you actually try to convince him to do it, as you saw how much his body had to go through with his training, the battles, his poor sleep position… He finally agrees only after Chopper tells him how it can better his performance and make him feel more relaxed. He barely admits that it did in fact made him feel better, but now he jumps to the occasion whenever you propose it 🚶🏻♀️
Nami & Robin
The girls are so freaking happy especially Nami. She pretty much asks you for a session whenever she feels sore after working hard on maps or when she had to fight. She chats to you about life and tell you some gossips. She loves to make conversation and treat it a bit like a spa day.
Robin was down to try it, but she usually use her devil fruit if she feels sore somewhere and need to release some built up tension, because of stress or battles. Basically, she never needed someone for that, but after Nami told her how amazing you were, she gave it a try. She’s mostly silent and take this time to relax her body and empty her thoughts.
Usopp
He’s a bit scared at first because he heard some people talk about horror stories at the chiropractor. He heard some people got their bones cracked with no going back to normal or how some doctor were secretly psychopath 💀💀💀 To say the least, he really didn’t see the appeal to risk his life like this 😔 If you poke fun at his ego, he might do it just to prove it to you that he isn’t scared (his legs are shaking the moment he enters your office). He has difficulty relaxing which put you off , You have to wait for couple minutes, make him sips some relaxing tea. When it finally happens, he’s bragging about how cool it is and how everyone should do it🙄 there is legit nothing to be scared off pfff???
Sanji
I don’t know why, but I get the feel Sanji would somewhat be shy 😭 When you ask him if he wanna have a session to help with his stress, he would just look at you like 😳?? He would try to make analogy to food, like it’s a bit like how he hit(?) the meat before cooking it so it’s tender, but in that case it’s gonna make him relaxed. You kinda just stare and nod because whut 😭 He honestly could use it with all the cooking he does and the fights. He loved it but he got flustered a lot. He was red-shy when he left 🚶🏻♀️
Brook
He’s a skeleton.
Franky
Finally FRANKYYY, this man was BORN for this. He is so excited and is so talkative. He asks you when you started and why did it became your profession. He pretty much tell you to only focus on the back of his body because it’s less solid than the rest of his cyborg body. So you went in for a massage and he’s really vocal through it. As it ends, he tells you he’s happy you joined and he will be a regular which makes you laugh because you two are literally on the same boat lol 😭
#one piece#one piece headcanons#one piece x reader#tomiewrites🌷#one piece zoro#zoro headcanons#franky#one piece franky#one piece sanji#sanji fluff#sanji x reader#zoro x reader#zoro fluff#luffy fluff#luffy x y/n#monkey d. luffy#one piece luffy#sanjionepiece#sanji headcanons#zoro roronoa#nami#nami x reader#nami fluff#robin#robin one piece#robin fluff#usopp#straw hat usopp#usopp fluff#usopp x reader
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Need to read some fic where Law is the one who falls HARD and instantly, while Luffy takes a while.
Law full on pining from day 1 while Luffy’s like “haha you’re so weird but your bear’s cool”
Law convincing himself that just being close to Luffy during their alliance is enough, treasuring every moment bc he knows Luffy doesn’t feel the same. All the straw hats pitying him and/or outright hostile towards him bc he’s transparent as fuck
Luffy being like “I’m busy becoming the pirate king traffy’s cool I like him but he’s not my crew” and law accepting that and thinking it’s for the best, he doesn’t have a good track record keeping loved ones alive anyway.
Law devoting himself mind body and soul to luffy after Dressrosa, knowing even then that Luffy’s going to be pirate king and law will do anything to make that happen because he wants luffy to have the freedom law’s never felt
And luffy, despite what everyone seems to think, he’s not dumb. He knows how law feels. He doesn’t GET it, just like he doesn’t get why Boa Hancock feels that way, or why he has a fan club, but he does know how law feels about him.
And maybe it’s not until after egghead that something changes. Maybe it’s when Luffy realises that Teach HAS Law, and he gets more upset than people expect. When he goes after Black beard with a fury even he doesn’t understand
And I dunno, maybe Luffy’s never felt love this way before, can recognise it in others but not in himself because it’s all new, but when he gets law back, beaten and tortured in the name of the eternal life surgery, Luffy can’t let him out of his sight.
Almost maniacally, carries law all around the sunny like a soother, law barely conscious as chopper is desperately trying to tend to his injuries but luffy just feels WEIRD without law in his arms. He’s being petulant and stubborn about it because he’s not processing WHY he feels this way.
And law comes back to himself slowly and is equally confused. Feels undeserving for this weird questionable kindness of being dragged all over like a favourite stuffed animal while, again, chopper is BEGGING luffy to leave law in the infirmary
It goes on for days, until law finally tells luffy to for the love of god put him down, and luffy says “I WON’T I CAN’T something BAD will happen again” and Law has to stiltedly assure him that no, it really won’t. He goes on a tangent about compulsions that luffy clearly ignores
And to law this is a special sort of hell because he LOVES this. Knows this is the luffy version of being doted on,and feels entirely undeserving. He’s knocked luffy off course of becoming the pirate king, his one dream. Law can’t be the reason that doesn’t happen
But Luffy keeps not letting him go, until Law has to FORCE the issue “STRAW HAT YA PUT ME DOWN” only for luffy to say “NO I FEEL WEIRD YOU’RE MAKING ME FEEL WEIRD AND I DON’T GET IT, YOU’RE MAKING ME NERVOUS”
he’s throwing a whole mini tantrum on the middle of the deck on the Sunny where everyone is pointedly looking away as if they can’t hear. And Law, equally unable to understand the situation, says, “WELL HOW DO YOU THINK *i* FEEL”
And maybe that’s when it clicks for Luffy. Ohhhhhh this is how law felt all that time? Like uncomfy bad nervous and upset tummy? THAT’S what this is?
“Traffy is this LOVE?”he asks, VERY loudly.
And law, turning beet red, says “no!! It’s not!! Put me down!!”
Because law has known luffy in some form or another for three years at this point and law has loved him for all of it and therefore he is WELL AWARE that luffy doesn’t love him back, so this is clearly something else. PTSD, probably. OCD, definitely.
But then , because all of the straw hats ARE there, Franky yells, “don’t listen to him, little bro! That’s definitely love!”
And law chokes, starts struggling to be put down, ears BURNING and face in flames. “No it’s NOT” he yells.
“Traffy,” Luffy says, a deep frown on his face as his arms wind again and again around law’s middle. “I think franky’s right.”
“He’s not,” law seethes, struggling against the rubber boa constrictor arms. “ You CAN’T like me, you’re going to be PIRATE KING.”
Luffy looks up at him. “So what?” He asks, genuinely confused
“You can’t TIE YOURSELF DOWN to THIS,” law says, furtively motioning to himself. “You’re the freest man in the world, you can’t be tied down to someone who couldn’t even beat black beard.”
Luffy studies him. He thinks REALLY hard, tilting his head and observing law’s expressions go through the five phases of grief. Then he says “that’s dumb, Traffy. Being free means I can choose whatever I want, and I want you.”
Which is, like, something law never let himself think about. So he doesn’t know how to respond. It doesn’t make SENSE. Luffy is everything, is freedom and joy, and law is a man who’s failed every important person in his life.
But luffy IS free to choose, is the thing. And law long ago vowed to do whatever he could to make him pirate king, so.
“…fine, straw hat-ya. I think you will change your mind, but I won’t stand in your way.”
Luffy laughs. “That’s a weird way to say you’ll be my boyfriend, traffy,” he says.
And then he gives law the worst, most wet kiss in history. All the straw hats in the vicinity cover their ears in embarrassment.
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I Want to Live ~ Part 24
Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader, Sanji X Robin
This is part 24 of the poly series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:
Word Count: 4386
We've All Got Needs Masterlist
Ao3 Link (Ch. 14 of We've All Got Needs cont.)
!!SPOILER WARNING!! Spoilers for the anime for the Water 7/Enies Lobby arc (through episode 278).
Summary: The assault on Enies Lobby begins, and you fight alongside your crew to find rescue your archaeologist. You'll do anything to get her back.
Rating/Warnings: AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Polyamory, Canon Typical Violence, Blood, Pet Names, Swearing, Angst.
A/N: Sorry for the wait on this one! This is a big moment, so I wanted to do it justice. I hope you enjoy it!
Your eyes were shut as you screamed, waiting for your inevitable death as the screech of metal ripped through your ears.
The train hopped and started to skid, but it didn’t seem that bad. Although, you were thrown around, clinging to the nearest bar. Then you felt the long slide against the stone start to slow, knowing that you’d have more bruises on your body than you could count.
If I survive.
Shaking that thought from your mind, you fought to stay steady. A moment of gratitude passed as you saw your crew safe on their feet, until you heard the shouts of too many angry voices outside the train.
“Wait here, we’ve got this.”
Zoro nodded at Sanji’s words, the two of them stepping out as calmly as if they were going for a stroll, not facing down an army of government officers and marines.
Nami started toward the door, her Clima-Tact gripped in her hands.
“Nami, wait.”
“It’s okay,” she cut you off with a smile. “I'll stay back. But there’s something I’ve been wanting to try. Can you go check on Kokoro?”
Your mouth was dry as she walked out the door, but Usopp and Chopper followed behind her.
Climbing through the wrecked cart, you found the old woman in the front, cradling a bottle of liquor like a baby.
You huffed a laugh, shaking your head at the drunk.
“I’m glad you and your booze are okay.”
“Me too, darlin.' Here, take this,” she said as she wobbled to her feet, handing you a small transponder snail. “I’ll keep hidden, just call me when you need to leave.”
“But-”
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll just tell them you kidnapped a sweet ol’ lady if I get caught.”
“Are you-”
This time you were cut off by loud rumbles of thunder, way too close. The thunder was soon joined by an orchestra of screams.
What the fuck?
The sky was clear when you stepped outside, but the ground was littered with still and writhing bodies. Wide eyed, you found Nami, Usopp, and Chopper huddling by the train, Nami’s hands shaking as she stared at her Clima-Tact.
“Nami, did you do that?”
She nodded, before punching Usopp’s shoulder.
“You didn’t tell me it could do that, we all could have died!”
“Well, maybe if you learned how… Um, I mean Usopp ensured me that the many features of the-”
Usopp had switched back into his Sniper King voice, only to earn another smack from the navigator.
Chopper scrambled over to you to gush about how cool it was to see all the marines lit up by lightning.
“Did you hear what they called you, moss head? One of Luffy’s henchmen.”
Sanji’s laughing voice moved closer, and you turned to see your boys, safe and whole.
And bickering already.
“At least they recognized me, waiter. You’re just ‘pirate A.’ Or probably ‘B.”
You ran toward them, interrupting their growls with your hands on their arms. Small smiles almost made you forget where you were.
“What the fuck are those?”
Your mouth hung open after your question as what looked like two giant fucking seahorses charged toward you.
Usopp let his voice boom out, announcing the creatures to be King Bulls that belonged to the Franky Family that must have been brought along with their ship.
Even knowing that they were friends and not foes didn’t stop you from backing up against a wall, the sheer size of the animals hurting your brain.
“Hurry, climb up!”
You recognized the voice and blonde hair of Paulie as he and others from Galley La and the Franky Family lowered ropes for you.
There were benches atop the massive creatures, and you all clambered up, still stunned as it started to move through the streets. From the yells of your allies, you gathered that the beast you climbed on was named Sodom, and the other, Gomorrah.
“Here, take this,” Paulie offered, handing the reins to Sanji. “We’ll watch your tail.”
Paulie left your crew to join his people on Gomorrah, already shouting orders. You couldn’t sit for long, as marines started climbing up the sides, all the crew leaping into action to knock them off as the animal moved forward.
There was no time to be impressed with yourself as you slammed a marine in the chest with both of your tonfa, his grunt of pain drifting away from you as he fell.
“These bulls are making this easy,” Sanji called over his shoulder. “Let’s catch up with our captain.”
As the bullets stopped reaching close, and the screams of marines grew distant, you caught your breath, turning to your crew with a smile.
“He says that the Franky Family saved him and his brother from a sea king, and that they’ll follow Franky anywhere.”
“What are you talking about, Chopper?”
Chopper jumped up and down pointing up at the beast’s head above you, answering your question with an excited laugh.
“I can understand animals, remember!”
Chopper looked around proudly, meeting everyone’s eyes before his mouth fell open in fear.
“Sniper King is gone! I don’t think he made it up here!”
His frantic voice had your blood running cold. There was no turning back now.
Usopp… Stay safe, friend.
Guilt tore at you as you met eyes with Nami, your desire to turn back reflected on her face. Zoro and Sanji were silent, still as stone.
Then none of you were still. Hands covering your ears, you cringed at the sound of the King Bull you were riding on roaring in pain, blood bursting up from its neck and chest.
The other group pulled up, screaming at you all to leap onto their bull before yours went down.
A moment of hatred went through you for the marines that had aimed for this beautiful creature.
Sanji’s arm was around your waist, and you saw Chopper screaming under his other arm before he told you to jump. You trusted Zoro to help Nami across, and soon you were cramped on the other bull with your allies.
Silence held for a moment, until the massive creature let out another roar, tumbling to the ground amidst scattering marines.
The Franky Family wept around you, crying for their lost companion as you barreled toward the courthouse. You gripped Chopper’s shoulder as his little body was wracked with quiet sobs.
Wiping his tears enough to speak, Zambai, the black haired man in now broken goggles pushed toward you. He was leading the Franky Family in this battle, and he leaned in to confirm their plan. They would split into groups to climb the courthouse towers, and pull the levers to let the drawbridge down. Otherwise, there would be no way to cross to the Tower of Justice. No way to get to Robin over the massive waterfall.
The loud yells of more marines didn’t register until too late.
“Hang on,” Zambai screamed, reaching for his comrades as cannons blasted into Gomorrah's chest, the roars of the creature almost deafening. Gomorrah's long neck started to waver, and you braced for it to go down.
Marines lined the street and rooftops, hundreds of weapons aimed at you and your allies.
None of this felt real, just an adrenaline filled dream. The only thing that felt steady was the sound of Robin’s name in the back of your mind, chanting softly like a spell that would guide you to her.
The ground quaked, and the cheers of the marines made your mouth go dry.
“What now,” Nami muttered, as you joined her in turning back toward the front gate.
Two fucking giants were on their way now. You heard the groans of the Franky Family, bemoaning how difficult it had been to get past them at the gate.
“Surround the intruders! Straw Hat Luffy has been spotted on the roof of the courthouse. Do not let his allies catch up with him!”
Luffy!
The marine’s orders blasting through the speaker snails emboldened you, and you watched your crew ready themselves for another fight.
The giants were roaring now, smashing their fists and feet onto any marine in their path, causing panic and confusion amongst your enemies.
“Guess they’re on our side now,” you questioned, before gripping onto Sanji’s arm as Gomorrah started to pull forward again.
You could smell the waves of blood cascading from its massive neck, and felt heat in your throat as you watched Chopper sob, speaking to the beast as it pushed itself to protect you all.
So much death already. And it hasn’t really started yet.
More cries echoed from the Franky Family at the sound of the King Bull keening, struggling to finish its mission.
The courthouse loomed above, and the scramble off of the dying creature had you dizzy, avoiding the hot blood pooling on the stone.
Zoro stepped up beside you, his warm hand sending shivers over you from its brief touch on your lower back.
“It’s hard to believe that Robin, Franky, all of them are right behind those doors.”
Sanji’s voice drew your eyes to the looming stone doors of the courthouse. You felt Chopper moving up beside you, his steps getting louder as he shifted into his larger human form, his hopeful voice like a soothing balm.
“We need to find Luffy, then we can save Robin together!”
Sanji was running back toward Gomorrah, calling over his shoulder before you heard the noise of the marines’ reinforcements.
“I can handle this lot. How about you get that door open, Marimo?”
With a scoff, Zoro drew all three blades, and sliced into the stone, creating his own door amidst the settling dust.
Your jaw fell open at the sight, and you had to cover your face to keep from breathing in the dust, your eyes still wide.
With so much time spent together in relaxation, in intimacy, it could be easy to forget the insane things that your crewmates, and your lovers could do.
Zambai ran up, coughing as he shouted.
“We’ll split up into three groups, two for the towers, and one to stay here, and guard your rear. You guys head to the roof. We’ll watch your back so keep moving, and don’t worry about the small fries.”
“You got it.”
You wished the confidence in Zoro’s voice would spread to you as the group formed up behind him and Sanji.
You readied your weapons, but there was no need as the chef and the swordsman practically flew in through the crumbled doors, sending the marines in the entryway screaming through the air.
Chopper shot out beside you, catching a straggler before they got too close. Keeping your eyes moving, you scanned for danger, ready to shoot a dart at any suspicious movement, but your boys did quick work.
Nami grinned at you when you scanned her way, her Clima-Tact ready, but just as unnecessary as your tonfa at the moment.
Still, your grip on the steel was a comfort compared to how many fights you’d simply had to hide from before.
Zoro cornered another small group, then let out what looked like a whirlwind from his three blades.
Sanji passed you, leaving a hint of a kiss on your cheek before heading to the stairs, yelling down at Zoro.
“Quit showing off, moss head. Robin’s waiting for me- for us!”
Following his lead with a small laugh at his slip, you, Chopper, and Nami climbed the large, stone staircase, until Chopper yelled Zoro’s name.
You turned to see your amazing swordsman somehow running in the opposite direction.
“I'll try to make you some medicine later. To fix your brain problem!”
“Brain problem,” Zoro complained, and you had to stifle your laughter. His complete lack of a sense of direction was hard to comprehend.
Your skin managed to flush even during this chaos as the image of putting a leash on Zoro to keep him by your side flashed into your mind.
But you had to focus now, shaking your head to clear it. Her name was still humming in you like a heartbeat.
Hallways and stairs, and hallways and stairs. Occasional groups of marines that funneled out of doorways, surrounding you before being mowed down. You were able to take down the few that came near you in such close quarters, and you had yet to need your poison attacks, making do with blocking and hitting with the cool steel.
Sweat beaded on your brow, and you saw it on your crewmates’ skin as well. More flights of stairs filled you with grateful memories of running with Nami, and training with Zoro.
This is why I got stronger. So I can protect my crew. So I won’t hold them back.
So I can save her.
A more populated hallway had you all fighting foes at once, stopping your run to bring them to the ground. The sounds of battle echoed off the stone walls, and two marines faced off with you.
There was so much chaos, and as your body reacted to deflect their blows, you realized that your limbs were moving on instinct now. Zoro’s lessons were living in your bones.
But you hadn’t faced two foes at once before, so you called on your defense.
“Blackout Thorns!”
The first marine lunged for you, her leg soaring toward you in a kick. Her shin scraped along the small metal blades laced with your poison as you held the bar across your body, forcing a grunt from you as you blocked her weight.
The second marine came at you from behind, moving too fast to notice his comrade passing out before you thrust your arm back, scraping your purple tonfa along his forearm as he reached for your hair.
He crumpled at your feet and you grinned, noticing Sanji and Zoro both halting in their movements toward you.
The mix of worry and pride on their faces sent a shiver over you, but the moment ended with the sharp sting of a slap on your ass, and a groan from Nami as she scolded you all.
“Eye fuck each other later, guys. We’ve got places to be.”
“Robin! I’m here to save you!”
Luffy’s voice boomed through the windows, sounding so close.
“Hold on,” Zoro commanded, giving the group no time to argue as he used his three sword style to break through the fucking ceiling. Everyone screamed at him, but as the sunlight poured through the hole he’d made, you all scrambled up.
Sanji helped you through the debris, and lifted you to climb up to the roof, helping Nami do the same before jumping up along with Zoro and Chopper.
Before you had a chance to scan your surroundings, you felt the ground shake again as the two giants from earlier moved toward the courthouse. One of them lifted a hand up over the roof, and your heart stopped as you waited for the building to be smashed beneath your feet.
“Thank you, friend of Dorry and Brogy!”
The deep rumble of the giant’s voice rolled over you, and you watched, open mouthed, as that massive fist opened to drop the masked and groaning figure of your friend onto the stone.
“Sniper King,” Chopper yelled as he rushed forward, looking over Usopp’s still bandaged body for injuries.”
“Hey Sniper King, can you stand,” Zoro questioned.
“Uh, yeah. Of course. A fall like that won’t stop me.”
“How,” you started, before a small smile teased your lips at the thought of Usopp regaling you with the story later. If we all survive.
Luffy’s voice brought you back, your heart slamming in your chest as you looked across the waterfall to the Tower of Justice.
Robin.
Her cold face looked down on Luffy, the wind sending that hypnotic black hair around in gentle waves.
“We’re gonna go ahead and save you. If you still want to die after we’re all back together, well that’s your choice.”
Making your way across the roof, you noticed all the members of CP9 with Robin on the balcony, as well as Franky, and a man in a mask that covered his nose and half of his mouth.
“Come on, Robin, work with me here. You can say what you want. If you want to die or whatever, that’s fine. But when you say it, you say it as part of our crew.”
Luffy’s words were sending chills through you.
What did she say before we got here? Did she tell him she wants to die?
Sanji touched your shoulder as he passed you, pulling out a cigarette as everyone lined up along the wall. You stood there, your crew at your side, wishing you could fly across the expanse to her. To Robin. Your crewmate. Your friend. The woman you love.
You couldn’t help it. You yelled for her, your voice mingling with Sanji’s and Chopper’s as they joined you.
She scanned all of you before focusing back on Luffy. It was hard to tell with your own eyes misting up, but with the way the sunlight kissed her face, you swore you saw tears sparkling in her beautiful eyes.
Luffy stared her down, as if she were the only one on that balcony.
“From now on, leave everything to us.”
“You stupid pirates, you don’t think you can beat all of CP9, do you?”
The masked man's arms flailed wildly as his nasally voice carried over the air.
“Besides, even if you do make it over here, I still have this! I have the authority to summon a Buster Call, and take you all out.”
In his outstretched hand, all you could see was the sun glinting off of something golden in his palm.
Your eyes flew back to Robin as she wavered on her feet, her voice too low to make out.
He leaned toward her, and his taunting voice made your blood boil. You itched to shoot a dart at him, but even if you hit him, Robin was still surrounded, still in danger.
“That’s right, I’m sure you remember its power well. Given that it destroyed your homeland 20 years ago.”
You’d learned that horrible truth on the train from Blueno, but seeing the terror of it on Robin’s face now, just for the threat of it, sent ice right through your heart.
And this piece of shit was laughing at her, as if the loss of everything she’d ever known was a joke.
We need to get over there.
“What was it, Ohara? It’s hard to recall the name since it was wiped off the map.”
“Robin’s homeland,” Chopper asked, his voice soft with fear.
“He’s pissing me off,” Sanji growled echoing your rage.
“Anything but that, I’m begging you!”
Robin was struggling against handcuffs, her arms trapped behind her as she pleaded with him, panic lacing her words.
He leaned over her face, and you wanted to scream at him to get away from her. The distance and wind stole his next words from you, but you knew he had to be taunting her again as you watched her body shake, in anger or fear.
“Have you lost sight of your humanity?”
Robin’s voice finally reached you again as she yelled in his face, the masked man’s fingers dangerously close to pressing that golden button.
You cried out as Robin’s knees hit the stone, her head bowed to this monster as she continued to beg.
“There’s a limit to how much you can sacrifice in the name of justice. A Buster Call is going too far. You can’t use it. Anything but that!”
His shoulders slumped a bit, his head tilting as he looked down on her. But his stupid mouth stayed shut as she continued.
“If you trigger a Buster Call, everything will be destroyed. That includes all of Enies Lobby, and most likely you as well.”
“Nonsense, they wouldn’t kill me. I’m Spandam, the Chief of CP9! I’m not falling for your bluff.”
You could have been sick off the side of the building from how disgusting this was.
These are the kinds of people in power? This man child could decide if an entire island is wiped off the map, on a fucking whim.
You couldn’t make out Robin’s next words, her head still bowed to that piece of shit. Until she stood, voice carrying now as she faced you all, but her eyes stayed low.
“Now this demon is rearing its ugly head again, and it’s aiming its sights on the friends I searched so hard to find. The more that I wish for us to be together, the more my ugly fate bears its fangs at you. Even now, now matter how far we sail, there’s an enemy that haunts me at every turn. Because I’m facing the world, and all of its darkness. First it was Aokiji, and now CP9. I’ve dragged you into my troubles twice already.”
Her voice rang out in pain, and you ached to scream, to argue, to plead with her, but your throat was too full of tears.
Robin kept going, her voice louder, and cracking, breaking your heart more and more with every word.
“If it goes on and on like this, no matter how kind you may be, someday you’ll see me as a burden. Someday you’ll be forced to betray me, and throw me away. That’s what I’m most afraid of, understand? That’s why I didn't want you to rescue me! If that’s the only future I have, I would rather die to save me the pain!”
Her name that was still pounding in your mind echoed softly through your lips, and you heard it shared among your crewmates.
The knowledge that this was why, this was why she kept herself closed off, why she was throwing her life away for all of you, the weight of this knowledge washed over you with the force of the waterfall beneath your feet.
“I never knew,” you heard whispered through Sanji’s lips, hearing your own shame reflected there for not seeing the depths of her pain before.
“I see. So that’s it.”
Zoro’s voice steadied you, because you knew that tone. There was no going back.
You stared at her, hoping that she could feel not only your love, but the love of every Straw Hat beside you.
I’ll never abandon you, Robin.
The moment was shattered by cruel laughter, Spandam grinning wildly behind his half mask as he jeered at her again.
“How pathetic, even if you make friends, all you can do is drag them through the mud with you.”
Nails digging into your palms with rage, you almost flinched when Spandam turned toward you. He pointed up to the top of the tower, and the huge flag billowing in the wind.
“You can’t win, pirates! Look at this flag. This symbol represents the unity of over 170 nations, a power that spans the four seas, and the Grand Line. This is the world itself! You can’t stand up to an enemy like that, just face it already.”
Self satisfied laughter bubbled through him, but the next sound you heard calmed your breathing.
“If that’s Robin's enemy, then I know what to do,” Luffy said quietly, before his voice echoed out in command.
“Sniper King. Shoot down that flag.”
“Roger.”
The resolve in Usopp's voice continued as he pulled out his new weapon, a massive slingshot named Kabuto.
“Behold its awesome power. Special attack, Firebird Star!”
A spear of flame shot through the air like a massive bird, magnificent and powerful.
All eyes spun toward that flag. You had already had reasons not to view it with respect given everything you’d seen in your life, and especially during your time with your crew.
Now, after all of this, after seeing the twisted and pathetic underbelly of the beast, the sight of it made you sick. You wanted to watch it burn.
You stood strong, a Straw Hat Pirate, watching the symbol of the World Government burn to ashes, lighting the sky like a beacon of war.
Your eyes found her again, Robin’s mouth agape as she watched the flames.
I’ll burn it all down for her.
“You’re all going to die,” Spandam screeched, shaking as he watched the ashes fall around him. “You morons can’t challenge the entire world and expect to win-”
“Yeah? Bring it on,” Luffy challenged, and the pure confidence and rage blasting off of him steeled your bones.
You trusted your captain. This was a side of Luffy that only came out when it needed to, when someone was hurting his friends. Even if those friends were just people that gave him a meal.
Luffy always fought for his friends.
And so will I.
“Robin, there’s still something I wanna hear you say.”
Luffy’s voice was like a bell, ringing so clear that no one else even thought to speak. Not until he was done.
“Tell me you wanna live!”
So loud that it seemed to echo off the stone, Luffy’s demand, his offer, sent chills coursing through you. Again, you heard Robin’s name whispered down the line of Straw Hats.
Robin’s head was bowed, a sight you never wanted to see again. Especially as you watched the sunlight shine on the tears freely flowing down her cheeks.
You ached to scream and beg for her, but you knew this was something she had to decide.
Please, Robin, please.
She lifted her eyes, and your heart stopped as she cried out.
“I want to live! Take me with you! Take me away from here!”
The cracks in her voice broke and mended your heart all at once. The soft sound of Luffy’s chuckle filled you with joy, even as hot tears streamed down your face.
You felt the movements of your crew, heard the shuffling around you, and you loosed a breath. The Straw Hats readied their weapons for the battle ahead, the cool metal in your palms grounding you into this moment.
This warmth, this hope, this feeling pouring between you all, was everything. It was family.
We’re coming for you Robin. No matter what it takes.
Your captain let out another low laugh, and you watched Robin’s face finally shift from pain to hope as he gave the order.
“Let’s go!”
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hi franky!! i’m so excited for the halloween prompt list 👀 could i get prompt 8 (vampire) or h with a yandere twist for sanji or bartolomeo? thank you! ❤️
Okay this was fucking fun and I really hope you enjoy it my dear <3
Sanji x GN Reader
Prompt: Cursed
SFW
YANDERE - HORROR THEMES
Modern AU
Word Count: 928
Nightmares, terrible nightmares flashed through your mind. They weren’t filled with monsters and demons though, no ghouls lurked in the corner of your mind to chase you screaming through the forests that had been planted in your mind. The nightmares that twisted and clawed at you as you ran were ones of factual nature, people, awful people that wanted to harm you, to ruin you, to do things considered worse than death.
You woke up screaming, body drenched in sweat, hair plastered across your forehead, and nightshirt clinging to your clammy chest as it heaved, gasping for breath, gulping down air, your hands balled up in the sheets as you heaved and tried to tell yourself it was alight, you were safe, this was your room.
Still, though, the coat that had been hanging on the back of your door lay slumped on the floor and the window was open a crack, you didn’t remember having opened it. Staring out the window, into the night sky where the moon greeted you.
Such terrible nightmares had started out of nowhere.
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Sitting at your laptop with a tea clutched in one hand, you started to scroll and sighed a little, trying to work out why they’d started. Using the internet to ask your questions you found article after article that you’d been cursed and if you’d read that week ago you’d have laughed at the ridiculous notion of it all.
Now though? Now it felt heavy on your shoulders, gravity in the truth that rang out in the back of your mind. It felt real, it felt like this word summed up everything that had been happening to you.
Cursed.
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The strange online messages started to come in, random anon messages, accounts on discord you didn’t recognise. They said such an assortment of things, from crude comments to declarations of undying love, how the person would die without you.
You couldn’t stand looking at your laptop or your phone, no matter how many times you deleted, blocked or changed accounts they would follow you.
Crying into your hands as the phone screen kept flashing, lighting up your dark bedroom for a moment you took a shaky breath, grabbing it, and ignoring the messages you looked online, how to break a curse, how to break a curse like the one placed on you.
You needed to confront the person who had set it upon you, and make them take off, if that failed you’d have to go to drastic lengths.
Please reply my love, I would die for you, I would give anything to be at your side! I can help you with your little problem….
Taking a breath you opened the message up and reapplied. You had a feeling the messages and the curse had been connected. Alright, please come and meet me, at the park at 6 pm.
I can’t do 6 my dearest! What about 10? I promise I would never hurt you!
Your heart beat faster, shit, you’d been right that they knew you. You had been so vague and random about the ‘park’ and they knew what one you meant, they did know you, they were close to you and you jumped up quickly, checking all the doors, all the locks, shutting the curtains and feeling the tightness of panic in your chest.
Fine.
You would simply tell a friend to meet you there, if you had someone in the area with you nothing bad would happen. You just needed to get this over and done with.
Sending a message to your best friend you told them to meet you at the park, the time and you’d tell them what it was about when you got there, that it was going to be okay, you hoped.
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Standing in the park under one of the few streetlights you looked at your phone and clicked your tongue in annoyance, there was no reply from your friend or the stalker. You sighed and leaned against the light, gently bumping your head against the cool metal as you glanced around the area.
A small red light appeared in the distance, it bounced with the sway of walking, you looked up and griped your phone harder, having not heard back from your friend you felt panic erupt in your heart as your breathing became ragged but the small light got closer and closer.
The person stepped into the light and you sighed, letting your head flop forward as you laughed at how stupid you’d been, the red dot had been the light from Sanji’s cigarette. He took a drag and puffed it out into the chilly night air and raised a brow at how you were acting.
“Sorry, I’m a little late.” He said and walked closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close against him and you let him, melting against the comfort of a familiar face, his warm embrace.
“It’s fine, for a moment I thought you’d stood me up.” You mumbled and closed your eyes, you were safe with him.
“Were you worried I was the crazy bastard who sent all those messages?” He said with a laugh and held you with both arms.
“Huh?” You opened your eyes.
You’d never told Sanji why he needed to meet you, you hadn’t told him about the nightmares, that you were cursed, that you were being stalked…
“Curses are a bitch to lift even for those who cast them I’m afraid.” He mumbled and gripped you harder. “But I’m here, I’ll protect you from them…”
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I Will Always Wait For You - Chapter 15
Pairing: Francisco "Frankie/Catfish" Morales x F!reader
Word Count: 5200+
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
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You manage a quick text to Santi, letting him know you were at your place and if Frankie calls looking for you, to tell him to fuck off. You don’t give any more details and Santi respects that - he never prys or asks, aside from asking if you’re ok. And honestly, you’re not sure.
Frankie obviously felt very defensive when it came to the drug issue, so him accusing you of sleeping with Benny probably came from a place of frustration with that. Or was it deflection? He had been acting strangely lately. Could he be back on whatever drugs had caused his wreck? Or something worse?
You stomp around your home for a bit, deep in thought and anger at the audacity of Frankie to even contemplate that. Deciding to take a shower to cool off, you do just that. And the waters helps - a bit anyway. When you step out, you’re still upset, but the edge is gone, replaced with exhaustion. Although you’re not sure if you’ll be able to sleep.
Just then, your phone rings and you glance down at it on your nightstand to see Frankie’s picture light up the screen. Flipping off the screen, you slide the red button and turn your phone off. Santi already knows where you are and you can’t deal with Frankie right now.
As you slide into bed, your thoughts linger on that asshole, wondering how he was going to try and dig himself out of the hole he had been burying himself in for weeks.
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Sun rays hit your face, making your skin pleasantly warm as you blink awake. Somehow, you’d managed to fall and stay asleep, no doubt due to mental exhaustion. And physical exhaustion, considering how Frankie had pounced on you the moment he walked in the door-
No. None of that. You’re mad.
Stretching, you sit up and glance at your phone, remembering you had turned it off before bed. Holding the power button, the logo pops up on the screen and you head into the bathroom to wash your face and such. Multiple notification sounds go off on your phone and you wish you had hit silent before letting it boot up.
Moisturizer in place, you sigh, heading back to the bed and sitting on it, grabbing your phone and looking at the screen. A handful of texts from Santi just making sure you’re ok and asking if you wanted to meet for breakfast to chat. You know he has to be super busy with the upcoming move, so you shoot him a text back saying you’ll be fine and he should use that time for himself.
A few more texts were from Benny, also checking on you because Frankie had apparently called him as well. Another quick text off to him and Will, who had also texted you, letting them know you were fine, before you stopped at Frankie’s name. There were more than a few texts and missed calls from him, all saying virtually the same thing.
“Hermosa, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I was just tired.”
“I was just jealous of the time you two spend together. I know you wouldn’t do anything.”
“Ben is like my brother too. I’m so sorry.”
“Please Hermosa. Just let me know you’re ok.”
“Santi told me you’re at your place. I’ll come by in the morning and hope you’ll let me in.”
“I love you, so much. Please just…I love you.”
Tears fall and you let them, a few dropping onto the phone but then you hear knocking at your front door. Furiously wiping at your face, you glance in the mirror to make sure you looked presentable before walking to the door, opening it to find Frankie, holding a bag from your favorite bakery in one hand with his cane and a drink caddy with 2 coffees in it in the other. His brown eyes are wide, apologetic and sorry, just like a puppy who got caught doing something he shouldn’t. How does he do that with his eyes?
“Hermosa. I- I didn’t think you’d answer.”
Taking a few moments to respond, you finally decide to speak to him. “Almost didn’t.”
He nods, glancing down at the ground before looking back up at you. “I brought you some breakfast. Your favorites from that coffee shop on Main.”
“Why do you think I opened the door?”
“I was hoping they would-”
You step back and open the door wider, gesturing for him to come inside.
“I can come inside?” He asks, hopefully.
“You usually do.”
It slips out before you can help it and you find yourself trying to fight back a smirk, Frankie trying to do the same as he takes in your expression.
“Can’t disagree there.”
Frankie steps past you, his scent filling your nose, mixing pleasantly with the food as he heads towards the kitchen, setting the bag and drinks on the table, moving to pull everything out and set it up. You lock the door and follow him, watching as he moves around, placing breakfast sandwiches and your favorite pastry down on a plate, checking the coffee label to make sure it’s the right one before setting that down too. He pulls the chair out and gestures to it.
“Come sit? Please?”
Sighing, you take a seat, allowing Frankie to scoot your chair in before he sits himself, setting his cane off to the side. It’s quiet as you both eat, not sure of what to say or who should start.
“Hermosa…I am so sorry.”
Frankie first, then.
He swallows hard, setting down his coffee as his eyes lock onto yours.
“I didn’t mean anything I said. I don’t think you’re sleeping with Ben. You’d never do that, espeically after…after our history.”
“Then why say those things? All of those hurtful things? Like I don’t know you?”
He nods, taking a deep breath before speaking. “I really have no excuse. I was tired, and honestly in a fair amount of pain and I just…I guess I got a little jealous and it just slipped out in anger. I didn’t mean any of it. I love you, Hermosa.”
“Jealousy is not a great color on you, Frankie.”
“I thought you said I looked good in every color.”
He smiles, but when you don’t, he coughs, dropping the smile from his face.
“I know. I’m so sorry. I called Ben last night to see if you had gone there and he told me off for pissing you off. Just like a brother would. Actually, I think he had a girl there-”
“Yeah. He had a date with Olivia. He met her at a fight.”
“Really? He hasn’t brought her around.”
“Wasn’t sure if it would stick.”
“You’ve met her?”
“Yeah she’s been there the last time or 2 that I was helping Ben. She joined us and we all had a fuck party.”
“....ok I deserve that.”
“You do. But we’re not here to talk about Benny’s love life, or lack thereof.”
“You’re right. What can I do to make it up to you, Hermosa?”
That was the million dollar question.
“I’m not sure, Frankie. How about…therapy? You’ve been through so much, with the accident and Aurelia and everything. It would probably be helpful.”
He lets out a soft chuckle, pulling out his phone. He brings up a screen and slides it across the table towards you. On it, was an appointment confirmation with a therapist.
“I had the same idea.”
Love overwhelms and quells the anger inside of you. Standing, you take a step towards him, leaning over and grabbing his cane, handing it to him as you straighten up. Frankie’s eyes are wide and concerned, like he thinks you’re going to kick him out.
“What, uh…what’s happening?”
Leaning down again, you place each of your hands on his thighs, gripping them slightly as you get close to his face.
“I do believe I asked you to come inside. Are you going to make good on that?”
Immediately his eyes darken, lust consuming him as he fidgets in his chair. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down before he nods frantically.
“Absolutely.”
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Frankie starts therapy just as he said he would and he seems to be getting better. Or maybe better at hiding something? You hate the way this thought creeps into your mind, unwelcome and at the most inopportune times. But there was so much going on, with Santi leaving soon and Aurelia all but demanding you be at Frankie’s to play with as well, you didn’t really have time to think about it.
One day, you drop off lunch to Frankie at work, a day without Aurelia and Elizabeth there. He’s so close to getting his license reinstated - just a couple more flying hours before his practical exam. He’s trying to hide his nerves, but you can see it in his eyes, the way he taps his fingers, like he always has to keep moving.
Rick walks in and you catch Frankie stiffen at his friend’s arrival. What’s that about?
“Hey Frank! Ready to finish up those hours tonight?”
Frankie meets the gaze of his friend and it takes him a moment to reply. “I uh…I don’t know.”
Rick laughs, clapping Frankie on the shoulder. “You’re doing great, Frank. You’ve got this in the bag. Besides, we always have fun, don’t we?”
Rick smiles and Frankie chuckles nervously, his eyes shifting between you and Rick. Why is he acting so weird around Rick? Ok, weirder than normal?
Rick says hi to you and speaks to Frankie as he heads towards the back door. “See you in 20.”
“Yeah.”
The door closes and Frankie visibly relaxes, his shoulders relaxing back into their normal position. He grabs the rest of his sandwich and starts to eat, a little faster than before Rick had appeared.
“You ok, Frankie?”
“What?” Crumbs fly out of his mouth as he speaks and he quickly grabs a napkin to cover his mouth.
“You look…I don’t know. Nervous?”
He swallows the bite and takes a sip of his drink. “Well..yeah. I mean, after these couple of hours, I have the practical exam next week.”
Waving your hand, you shake your head. “Not the test. You’ll nail that. But…has Rick said something to upset you? I mean, you always look slightly nervous around him but today it’s…different.”
A look you can't determine flashes across Frankie’s face before a gentle smile settles. “No. Just jitters about the test. I’m fine, Hermosa.”
You study him for a moment longer before reaching out and caressing his cheek, the patchy stubble rubbing against your skin. Frankie moans quietly into the touch, placing his large, warm hand over yours.
“Better?” You ask.
He nods. “Always better when I’m with you.”
His hand comes to the back of your head and pulls you to him, placing a soft kiss to your lips. His tongue starts to explore your mouth when the back door flies open, Rick yelling to Frankie.
“Let’s g- oh! Sorry I’ll give you a minute.”
Chuckling, Rick closes the door behind him. Frankie sighs, the kiss having been interrupted.
“I gotta get out there, Hermosa. He may literally drag me from the room if I don’t.”
You laugh. “I understand. We’ll continue this later?”
His eyes darken a few shades. “Of course. I have much more to say.”
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The weekend passes quickly, Frankie looking increasingly more nervous as the exam gets closer. You try to help him relax as much as you could, cooking him is favorite meals, baths, bedroom, telling him how brilliant he is at flying, all of it. And while it helps, you know he’s still doubting himself.
Exam day comes and you drive Frankie to Flyboyz. The test administrator would meet Frankie at the strip and test him there. Frankie made sure to arrive early, starting a small makeout session in his truck before hopping out when he sees an unfamiliar car making its way towards the main building.
“You got this, Frankie! I love you!”
“Love you too!”
The test would take a few hours as they had to do pre-flight and post flight checks, as well as the actual flying. So you drove into town, making sure you had all the ingredients for his favorite meal. Frankie would find out immediately following the exam whether he passed or he’d have to retake it.
As if the stress of the exam wasn’t enough, Santi would be leaving for Colombia in a few days, having postponed his departure a couple of times due to paperwork taking longer than expected. You meet up with him for a quick bite to eat before heading back to wait for Frankie.
“You’re gonna miss me when I’m in Colombia.”
Laughing, you look at Santi. “I love how that was a statement and not a question.”
He smiles, his eyes twinkling at you. “I know my worth.”
A few hugs later and you depart, parking Frankie’s truck in the lot and heading inside to wait for him. Glancing out of the back door window, you see Frankie and the test administrator doing post flight checks. It’s hard to tell from this distance, but it seems like Frankie has extra pep in his step, even with the cane. You give them their space, sitting in one of the chairs in the waiting area and flipping through your emails. Eventually, they walk in the back door, both laughing at some joke the administrator made.
“Alright. Well it was very nice to meet you, Mr. Morales. And again, congratulations.”
“Thank you, sir.”
The man leaves and the second the door closes, your head snaps to Frankie, a questioning look in your eyes. A smile stretches wide across his face as he starts nodding.
“I GOT IT! I’M LICENSED AGAIN!”
Jumping up, you whoop, running over to him and throwing your arms around his neck, giving him a kiss.
“I knew you could do it!”
His hands settle on your hips, gripping them tightly. “I’m glad one of us had confidence in me.”
Kissing him again, you grind your hips slightly against him, feeling him half hard in his jeans already as he groans.
“Hermosa, we can’t. Rick is around and the camera is on.”
You huff, sticking out your lip in a pout. “Fine…do you have to finish your workday?”
“I-”
The backdoor opens and Rick walks in. “Frank?”
You pull back from Frankie so he could turn halfway towards Rick, trying to hide the bulge in his pants. “I’m licensed!”
A giant laugh erupts from Rick and he walks to Frankie, clapping him on the back. “I knew you could do it!” He looks over Frankie’s shoulder and sees you standing there. He gives you a wink before looking back at Frankie. “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off? Go home and celebrate with your girl.”
“Really? You sure you can handle things?”
“Frank, I was doing this before you got here. I’ll be fine.”
“Ok…uh thanks, Rick.”
Hopping in the truck a few moments later, Frankie pulls out of the drive and starts to head towards the house. But a minute later, you place your hand on his thigh.
“Can you pull off onto that access road?”
“Sure. Everything ok?” Frankie asks as he turns down a small road that has one small curve that hides the electric boxes behind some bushes and small trees.
As soon as he shifts into park, you unbuckle your belt, practically launching yourself across the bench seat at him. He makes a noise of surprise as you pull him to you, lips crashing into his, but then he rallies, pulling you even closer as his tongue pushes your lips open. Your hand slides down his chest, cupping him over the bulge in his pants and he breaks the kiss to gasp. You pull him to you again, your hand now undoing his button and zipper, sliding in to grip him.
“Fuck, Hermosa..” Frankie pants into your mouth as you finally manage to free him, hard cock springing out of his pants.
Without a word, you fling you leg over his lap, sliding your panties over, his fingers gripping your hips to run himself through your increasingly wet folds. Heavy breaths and moans fill the cab of the truck before he finally pushes into you with a little more force than normal, causing you to cry out his name.
“Shit, are you ok?”
Nodding, you put both of your hands on either side of his face, kissing him gently on the lips before slightly pulling back, your hips starting to rock over him. Frankie’s grip on you tightens, fingers digging into you as he matches your increasing pace, thrusting up into you and smiling faintly between his own pants and moans. It’s not long before you come, fingers gripping the hair at the back of his neck as his name spills from your lips.You’re barely down from you release when Frankie shifts his hips and yours, punching up into you to chase his own high. A few thrusts later, his head flies back, fingernails digging into your hips, your name on his lips as he spills inside of you. Several moments pass as you both try to catch your breath, the windows already fogging up. Gently, you put your hands on either side of his face and pull him up, staring into his deep brown eyes.
“I am so proud of you, Frankie. So proud.”
He smiles and it lights up the car, his eyes twinkling and he pulls you to him for a gentle kiss.
“Thank you.”
Eventually, you climb off of him and dab yourself clean with some wipes from his glovebox, noticing the lust in his eyes when Frankie realizes you’ve left him mostly inside of you. Walking up to his house, Frankie puts his arm around your shoulder and holds you close to him.
“I love you, Hermosa.”
“I love you too Frankie.”
He unlocks the door, looking back at you with a mixture of that love and lust when-
“CONGRATULATIONS!!”
Frankie’s head snaps around, looking at the faces of all of his friends and his parents, everyone whooping and congratulating him. A small but mighty slam into his legs and he sees Aurelia there, smiling up at her dad.
“You fly again?”
He kneels to her level and hugs her tight, her little hands trying to reach around his massive shoulders but not even close to succeeding.
“I am! I’m so glad you’re here, Aurelia!”
He looks back up at you, the smile on your face a little guilty.
“You! You planned this, didn’t you?” He tries to look upset, but he can’t hold back his smile.
“Maaaybe. Were you surprised?”
Frankie nods and releases Aurelia, standing up and rubbing his legs. He leans in to kiss the side of your cheek and speaks low in your ear.
“Is that why we took a detour?”
“Did you expect me to wait?”
He smirks, kissing you on the lips this time, Benny whooping in the background.
“Come on, Frankie. Let’s go celebrate you!”
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A few nights after Frankie’s party, he calls you from work to tell you he’s celebrating with Rick, as well as thanking him for all he’s done to help with getting his flying hours finished.
“Sounds good, Frankie. Have fun, be safe, and I love you.”
“Love you too.”
Deciding to stay at his house for the night rather than make the trek back to your place, you clean up a bit, knowing Frankie would grumble something about being able to do it himself. Making extra for dinner, you boxed up a portion of food for him in case he got hungry when he got home. Expecting a later night, you got ready for bed and crawled in, turning on the tv to some random rom com and falling asleep rather quickly.
Startling awake, the room was dark, the tv having turned off with the sleep timer. Patting the bed next to you, all you feel are cold sheets. Pausing to listen, you hear no other sounds in the house indicating that anyone was home. How long have I been out?
Glancing at the nightstand, you see 3am stamped across it and frown. You knew it would be late but this is…don’t bars typically close at 2am around here? Thinking he may have left a text or a voicemail, you grab your phone off the nightstand and see nothing - no new text or missed calls, nothing to indicate Frankie had tried to get ahold of you. Navigating to his name, you call him…to no answer. Maybe he’s asleep? Or it’s loud?
You try again a few more times with no success, so you leave a voicemail, following it up with a few texts sent over the course of several minutes. Worry sets in and you get up, using the bathroom before coming back to check your phone - nothing. It’s too late and, with nothing from him, you decide to make the calls.
Benny answers and hasn’t seen him, neither has Will, Santi, or Tom, who told you to fuck off for calling so late and that Frankie is probably passed out in his truck somewhere. Trying to contact Frankie again with still no response, you throw on some clothes and grab your keys and bag, hopping in your car and driving down the road. You have no clue if he’d gone to a bar or restaurant, or even to Rick’s house. Wherever that was. Thinking Flyboyz might have answers, even if someone’s vehicle was left there, you drive in that direction, pulling into a parking lot that wasn’t empty, lights clearly on in the main office building.
It was hard to see through the front windows clearly, even in the daytime, but the lights and the faint sound of music told you there were people inside. Frankie’s truck was parked in the lot, his typical spot he parked in when he came into work. A quick glance inside told you he wasn’t sleeping in it, so you turn and head towards the building and around the back, hoping to come in through the back entrance. The door opens for you, not locked because who would be here at 3am? Pushing it open, the sound of music grows louder, but not so loud that you’d have to scream. It’s a little foggy in the hall leading towards the main space, smelling of cigars and pot. Waving your hand in front of your face, you stop as the hall ends and it opens up into the main space, where people typically wait for flights and where Frankie’s desk is…or was. You’re not sure how that works anymore now that he’s flying.
No one has heard you, or at least no one has indicated they’d heard you or seen you, as no one turns to look at your sudden appearance, all absorbed in whatever they were doing. Rick was lounging against Frankie’s desk, taking a drag from a cigar and talking to another guy that you’d seen around Flyboyz, one of the mechanics. Your eyes scan the room and see liquor bottles with varying degrees of liquid inside of them, some completely empty and some untouched. On the coffee table in front of the row of chairs where people wait, you saw a small mirror, a random credit card or debit card, a rolled up dollar bill, and several small, empty, clear baggies scattered around the table, obviously having been opened and used.
But none of that sticks in your head because your eyes land on Frankie’s jeans and travel up to him, sitting in one of the chairs, body slightly turned towards Rick and the mechanic. He says something to them in response, obviously deeply involved in the conversation, but all you hear is the ringing in your head as you see Elizabeth sitting next to Frankie, one of her hands behind his neck, twirling his curls around her fingers. And her other hand? On his upper thigh, moving slowly as she makes her way over and starts to rub his dick over his jeans. For a moment, you’re too stunned to say anything - until she reaches for his zipper.
“Frankie?”
You spoke quietly, but it’s as if you yelled. Everyone snaps their heads to you comically, and you might have laughed if it wasn’t for the bile quickly rising up the back of your throat. Frankie’s eyes meet yours, his blown wide with fear and something else. He seems to register the look of horror or whatever is on your face and he glances down at the table, clearly thinking you’re worried about the drugs. It’s only then he seems to notice Elizabeth and where her hands are located. He grips her wrist and yanks it from him, shoving her slightly back.
“What the fuck? Get off me! No, wait Hermosa!”
You weren’t going to wait around for this. Anger is driving you now and you don’t wait to see if Frankie is following you or not. Grabbing a box cutter sitting on a stack of boxes waiting to be inventoried as you walk past, you stomp outside and back around to the parking lot, not pausing to think as you slash Frankie’s tires before hopping in your car. Before you close the door, you hear him calling your name, begging you to not leave.
“It’s not what you think! Hermosa, please!”
You peel out of the parking lot, anger flowing through your veins as you drive quickly away, not wanting to look back to see the look of absolute horror and regret on his face as Frankie watches you drive away from him.
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BANG BANG BANG!
You slam your fist against Santi’s door, completely forgetting what time it was until he answers, eyes rimmed with sleep and standing there in his boxers and a fitted shirt. He tucks his gun away, having seen that it was you through the peep hole before he answered.
“Hermosa?” His voice is sleepy but concerned.
“I-shit, Santi. I didn’t think about the time. I just..couldn’t go home.” The tears came then and Santi gently pulls you to him, closing the door behind you and locking it.
He holds you, hand coming up to hold the back of your head as you cry, clinging to him like a lifeline as your world crumbles around you. Santi makes comforting noises at you, trying to soothe you but never asking you to speak. He waits until you’re ready, which is several minutes later. You pull back sniffling, and notice you left several wet patches on his shirt.
“Shit, Santi. I’m sorry.” You make a move to try and wipe his shirt, but he waves you off.
“It’s fine. Need a drink?”
“Yes, please.”
Santi gently takes your hand and pulls you along to his kitchen. It’s then you notice all of the boxes stacked around, a harsh reminder that your best friend (aside from Frankie) was about to leave the country. He pours you a glass of water, giving you a stern look when you start to protest.
“You need to replenish your fluids, not dry them out more.”
He’s right, but you groan anyway, drinking about half of the glass before Santi pulls you along to his couch, as he had sold his kitchen table and chairs a week or 2 before. You both sit and he waits patiently and eventually, you sigh, setting your now empty glass down on the floor before putting your hands in your lap, picking at your nails.
“I found Frankie.”
“I figured as much. He ok?”
“He’s alive and not in the hospital if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Yikes.”
Unable to keep it in, you tell him everything you saw - the drugs, Elizabeth, all of it, tears falling down your face when you speak about what she was doing, or trying to do. Santi’s hands cover yours and he squeezes them comfortingly.
“It’s coke.”
Sniffling, you look up into his dark eyes, searching for a lie and finding none. “Coke?”
Santi nods, his eyes a little more sad now. “That’s what he was on before when he…got in the accident.”
“Oh.”
A few moments pass. “You knew he started back up?” You ask.
Santi takes a deep breath. “I guessed he was. Just some familiar behaviors and ticks-”
“It wasn’t allergies.”
Santi shakes his head. “No. It wasn’t.”
You nod, pausing to think for a few moments. “How could he-”
“He’s not in his right mind, Hermosa. He needs help for sure, but he’s not thinking clearly.”
Tears fall again and you make no move to stop them. “Is it me? Am I just not good enough? Not what he thought I’d be? Is this..m-my f-fault?”
Santi pulls you to him, cradling the back of your head as you bury your face into his shoulder. “No, Hermosa. This is not your fault at all. You’re more than he deserves.”
Pulling your head back, you look up at him. “You think so?”
Santi pushes your hair back from your face, now wet with tears. His eyes scan yours, bouncing between them as he has an internal conversation.
“Come with me.”
“Where?”
“To Colombia.”
“Like on a trip? I’m not sure I’d be the best vacation buddy-”
“No. Come with me, Hermosa. You deserve so much more.”
“Santi, I can’t just up and leave to Colombia for a bit-”
“I’m in love with you, Hermosa.”
Sitting up a little straighter, you scan his face looking for a joke, but finding none.
“Wh-what?”
Santi takes another deep breath. “I’m in love with you, Hermosa. I always have been. It killed me to see you with other guys-”
“But…you’ve never said anything?”
“I didn’t want to lose your friendship.”
“I…I’m- but you were always respectful.”
“I knew I had to deny you, but one of my biggest regrets is not sleeping with you the night of Frankie’s wedding when you asked me to. I knew it was wrong, but I really wanted you. And maybe if we had, we’d be together now…but that’s the past. Hermosa, come with me to Colombia. I’ll treat you so much better than anyone ever has.”
Santi already did treat you better than pretty much anyone ever had. He always had your back, cracked jokes with you, checked up on you, he was the last person to talk to you when you moved away. He treated you with the utmost respect, as was evident even back at Frankie’s wedding. How many guys would turn down sex with someone they were attracted to? No, in love with? You’d have said Frankie treats you the best but with everything happening over the last several months, you can’t exactly say that.
There was a reason that you agreed to Santi’s pact about marrying at 40 if neither of you were with someone. Initially, you’d thought it a silly little deal, but when you saw the look of sincerity on Santi’s face, you could suddenly see a life with him and to be honest, it wasn’t a bad life. You knew you’d be loved and taken care of, probably to the point of (affectionate) annoyance.
You take a breath, eyes finding his hopeful ones, your answer poised on your lips…
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Man, I watched modern One Piece with my bf
I watched it up to the end of the Alabasta arc back in, like, 2006 and the difference is staggering
Like, I won't even harp on the fights taking too long or the amount of recaps and reused footage. It's egregious, but that's shonen for you, I guess.
The fights are shit. None of the enemies have interesting abilities, everything devolves into beam spams, even for fucking ZORRO, who uses swords, but his big fight of the last arc is still somehow a beam spam. And the animation is either stiff, because they're saving up for big sakuga moments... Or big sakuga moments that are so chaotic and over-animated you can barely tell what the fuck is going on.
A lot of the time I couldn't gauge the stakes at all. Sanji VS Queen comes to mind, as it felt like the fucking dinosaur should've been defeated for at least six times before he actually went down.
Oda's quirk of drawing some characters really big for no good reason always looked cute from a distance but in the actual fights it just looks goofy compared to normal-size protags.
Was excited to see Brook and Franky, who weren't even introduced when I stopped watching and they did fuck all.
Chopper and Usopp felt like they were doing fuck all too.
Gear 5 is a mess. I get that they're trying to evoke the feeling of rubberhose cartoons / Looney Tunes shenanigans, but they're also trying to marry it with outrageous sakuga and it just ends up looking like animation vomit. The boring fight location and the very dull color palette aren't helping to distinguish WTF is going on on the screen either. And Luffy somehow acheiving it right after seemingly dying because he's a special chosen one boy with a very special fruit is just... So boring.
I understand that I started watching in the middle of an arc and I'm missing context, but it felt like most of the fights laked any personal emotional stakes too.
I compare it to the fight against Crocodile and his goons and not only was everyone involved, everyone had to think and improvise how to counter their enemies' abilities (except Zorro, lmao), the animation was a lot easier to read even if it was cheaper and everything just kind of felt more grounded and understandable. We knew our team's limitations and understood the powers of our enemies.
That said, I did like some of the fights in the new ark:
Sanji VS Queen at least had some emotional beats for Sanji, even if they spent way too long on them. Should've left the angst for after the fight.
Killer VS Straw Doll guy was a genuinely cool fight with a creative power set and solution. I didn't even know who those jobbers are, but they clearly had history and emotional stakes, I cared about what was going on. Best fight of the whole arc.
Trafalgar and Kid VS Big Momma was kinda cool. Interesting powers, the two had to learn how to fight together, shit was happening. Momma as a big stationary target was kind of meh, tho. Like, she was a glorified turret.
Overall, I was expecting more out of the modern One Piece. I adore the early arks and was planning to catch up, but now I'm unsure.
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The Night Shift (pt. 5) (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)
Summary: Frankie has taken the job as the overnight cook at Lou’s Diner, where you work as the overnight waitress. Attraction slowly grows between you, despite both your best efforts.
Part 4 Part 6
Frankie & June's Nightshift Jamzzz
The sun was behind you as you walked to the diner, going out of your way to step on the especially crunchy-looking leaves. Coffee from the fancy bakery on your block warmed your hands and your throat as you drank, savouring the sweet caramel flavouring that you had splurged a quarter on.
Truthfully, you didn’t mind walking to work now. You had given up any hope of Ethan ever driving you, and now the walk just felt like a good chance to get some fresh air, to disconnect yourself from everyone else even if it only was for forty-five minutes. You now also carried an umbrella and a new can of pepper spray in your bag and felt prepared for almost anything.
You hung back in the parking lot behind the diner before your shift, finishing the last dregs of your coffee, delaying heading inside. You could hear shouts from the kitchen and the sounds of the dinner rush floating out to you.
“Evenin’,” Frankie tilted his hat at you as you finally entered the kitchen. You gave him a shy smile and dropped your phone in your bag. Each night this week he had done the same thing, and each night it had given you the tiniest of flutters in your stomach.
It was ridiculous. You were a grown woman, with a boyfriend, and a man with a stupid hat and stupid brown eyes shouldn’t be making you blush like an idiot.
Even if his hair curled up under his stupid hat, looking stupidly soft to the touch. Even if his stupid brown eyes felt like pure warmth blooming within you every time you dared look into them.
Maybe they weren’t so stupid . . . but you felt stupid for noticing at all. But more than that, you felt guilt. It wasn’t fair to Ethan - and you knew he would blow a gasket if he knew that you were going to try and be friends with Frankie. But even with that thought, knowing that it was a dangerous move, something in you wanted to just say fuck it. You were sick of not having friends. It was your own fault that you no longer had any of your old friends, but you could also do something to rectify that.
In the early hours of the morning, that opportunity came.
“Frankie, I have some questions for you.”
You leaned against the pick-up window, fiddling with the thick stack of spiked orders. You had been avoiding asking him anything for the past two nights, your gut churning with anxiety whenever you thought about it. But now Manny had threatened to walk in and ask Frankie to brunch himself, and if you were going to make an effort it probably wouldn’t be a good start to have Manny do the groundwork.
“Ask away,” Frankie looked up from the small mound of potato he was grating and fixed his dark eyes on you. For a moment your breath hitched in your throat. You quickly looked away, neck burning.
You smiled back, feeling less shy, and powered on. “Okay. Are you a fan of brunch?”
“I’ve had no reason to not be a fan,” he said, setting the potato on the grill. You nodded, a nervous laugh bubbling up from your chest.
“Well, uh, Manny and I, we’ve started a tradition where we- we head down to DeLuca’s on Peach Street and we, well there’s bottomless mimosas. We pretty much just drink and talk shit and if that’s not your vibe I totally understand but I’d - we’d really like you to come.”
You wrung your hands together, feeling impossibly hot and sweaty for the cool temperature inside the diner and you found it impossible to meet his eyes. Your stomach turned flips. He’s gonna say no. There’s no way he says yes.
“That sounds fun, what time should I be there?”
Okay. That was unexpected to say the least.
“Um, we usually get there at around eleven.”
Frankie nodded and shoveled the potato hash into a bowl. “You look hungry.” He handed it to you with a shrug and a shy smile. You hadn’t realised how hungry you actually were before the food was directly under your nose; saliva immediately flooded your mouth as you grabbed a fork and dug in.
“This is amazing,” you said with your mouth full.
“I added a little bit of chili powder,” Frankie said.
“Genius,” you told him, taking another bite. Frankie gave an almost bashful shrug, fiddling with the brim of his cap. “Do you ever get sick of listening to the radio?”
Frankie looked confused by this abrupt turn of conversation, but seemed to go along with it well enough. “Here? I mostly tune it out.”
You cleared your throat as stood straight. “Do you have Spotify?” When he nodded, you plowed on. “Well, uh, before he quit, Manny and I used to have this joint playlist of songs that we’d listen to instead of the radio. We, you and me, could do the same. If you wanted. It’s fine if you don’t.”
“No, that sounds cool. How does it work?”
“I just text you the link and you just add whatever you want to it. I’ve already added a bunch of songs.” You hadn’t even finished your sentence before Frankie was pulling his phone out of his jeans pocket and handing it to you.
“Put your number in and text yourself,” he said. Why are my hands shaking? Stop shaking! You tried not to make it obvious that, for whatever reason, putting your number in Frankie’s phone had suddenly spiked your adrenaline. It certainly wasn’t because you noticed how truly large his hands were, the way his palms were calloused. No, it definitely wasn’t that.
You quickly handed his phone back after you had plugged your number in, not wanting to risk accidentally reading any notifications that might come through. Nosy wasn’t your style.
“So what else did you and Manny do to pass the time?”
“We played a lot of stupid games,” you said. “Would you rather and push the button, but sometimes we’d take it too far, gin rummy but I don’t have a deck of cards. He’d also help with a lot of my baking when I felt like it.”
Frankie contemplated this for a moment. “Your baking?”
“Yeah, sometimes on quiet nights I bake like, muffins and shit, to put in the cake case. Manny was mainly helping by telling me what flavours sounded ass.” You finished off the hash brown. “Last thing I I made were raspberry and white chocolate tarts, fucking delectable. And I don’t say that about myself often.”
“Well, I’d be happy to give any opinions on flavours in future,” Frankie said.
“I hope you realise that now you’ve said that I’ll be sending you cake ideas at all hours of the day.” You were joking, but only partly. You were determined to not let this budding friendship go to waste, and part of friendship was sending each other cake ideas, right?
Frankie didn’t seem phased. “I look forward to it.”
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It didn’t take long for June to warm up to him once he had added a few songs to their shared playlist.
Frankie & June’s Nightshift Jamzzz
3 z’s because everyone sane is sleeping Had been the message attached to the Spotify link. Frankie snorted at this when he read it, opening the link to find twelve songs already waiting for him, most of which he had never heard before.
A few hours later, when Frankie was in that weird state between dreaming and awake, where his mind was susceptible to remembering, his phone chimed loudly, shocking him fully awake. He sat up, breathing deeply.
Sometimes he was like this; sensitive to sounds, to light, his entire being hyperfocused. The pain in his legs seared, and the scars on his thighs seemed to warp into something grotesque. His ears rang, spots appeared behind his itchy eyelids and suddenly everything felt too fucking hot. He threw his window open, letting in the cold air, but he could barely feel it beyond the heat searing his skin, the harsh Afghanistanian sun burning his skin.
Someone was shouting. Him? Surely not . . . but he could hardly hear beyond the war going on in his mind.
I can see the hardwood floor, the lamp, the light through the curtains, the phone on my nightstand.
I can smell my own sweat.
I can hear birds outside and someone mowing their lawn.
I am here. I am alive. I am safe.
Frankie took another deep breath and scrubbed his hand over his face. If anyone could see him right now in this state, on his knees on the floor . . . the thought was mortifying.
He grabbed his phone, ignoring the text from Will that had woke him, and quickly messaged Lou, making up some bullshit excuse about a migraine. Frankie knew better than to force himself out after an almost complete meltdown.
In his bathroom, in the cabinet behind the mirror, he kept a bottle of pills that he knew would give him a deep, dreamless sleep.
Frankie took three.
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“Gee, don’t look so disappointed to see me,” Steph, one of the weekend shift cooks, said as you walked through the back door.
“I’m not disappointed,” you lied.
Steph rolled her eyes, “you’re a bad fucking liar.”
You grunted at her, resigning yourself to a night of attitude. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Steph, hell you got on with her for the most part, but you had grown accustomed to Frankie’s calming demeanor.
“He’s got a migraine or some shit,” Steph said.
“Frankie?”
“I dunno his name,” Steph snorted. “You seem a bit hot on him though.”
You rolled your eyes, knowing that any kind of defending yourself would just lead to her becoming even more convinced.
Hiding away in the bathroom for a few minutes, you typed out a text to Frankie, chewing absently on your thumbnail. Would it be weird? You reread what you had written, trying to find any hidden meanings that could come across unintentionally. Heard you’ve got a migraine, this might sound crazy but have some coffee or just something with loads of caffeine, it always helps me. Hope you feel better soon (and if you dont wanna come on the weekend we’ll understand)
You hit send before you could chicken out. It was just a friendly text, not the kind you would send to Manny in the same situation, but enough that it probably wouldn’t spark an argument if Ethan went through your phone again.
After a few minutes went by without a reply, you put your phone away and got to work.
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𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨 ; ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ #4 !
who did you share a bed with last night ? how did you sleep ?
“ i shared with miles. again. surprise surprise. ” she’s fighting both a smile and the urge to roll her eyes. “ we had a pretty steamy kiss on the terrace. and that meant that when we went to bed, things were... yeah, it kinda heated up. i got a bit excited and i had to make like, a pillow wall in the bed so we wouldn’t do anything. i know it probably doesn’t look like it, but i am trying to be good and respectful and keep everything above board. ” although at this point, she’s not sure callie would give a shit about a pillow wall when she’s already fucking straddled him. and kissed him. and everyone in casa’s behaving like they’re basically a de facto couple now. yikes.
are you getting on with any of the bombshells ? who’s at the top of your list ?
“ god ! a list. you sound like miles. ” she snorts, and grabs at her bikini cups to cover any spillage. “ i don’t really have a list. there’s obviously people i’m more drawn to than others. miles, adela and mali have put in the most effort with me, but with mali i think it’s becoming more of a friendship vibe. adela... i don’t know, we’ve always been flirty, but i thought it was in like a fun, jokey way, and then last night she said that thing about wanting to go somewhere together... i don’t know, maybe i should have said yes. but i don’t wanna fuck things with miles by exploring my options. i don’t know if he’d be cool with that, and i am starting to like, like-like him. ” frankie mimes gagging on her fingers. “ gross. ”
do you see yourself starting to focus on one person or are you still exploring ?
“ miles is my priority right now. we’ve got insane chemistry, we can talk shit for hours, and he’s made it pretty obvious i’m the person he wants, so i feel like i should maybe put more effort in there. ” although technically the bombshells are the ones meant to be doing the grafting, but still — couldn’t hurt to make him know his efforts are appreciated. “ i feel like i’ve been playing pretty hard to get, and not really... giving him much to work with. so maybe today i’ll pull him for once. ” damn. she doesn’t even know how he takes his coffee. “ adela surprised me, though. the kiss with her was good and like... i think maybe she wants something with me. she flirts with everyone but that felt different. i’m not writing her off just yet. ”
how was the beer pong game ? what was most memorable about it ?
“ the most memorable part for me was how unbelievably crap everybody was. like, for a team of pretty athletic fucking people we sucked. everybody was taking L after L in that game. honestly, it was humbling. i still think it was rigged though. ” frankie pauses for a moment, trying to remember if anything of note actually happened — aside from the terrible throws. “ dylan and phoebe kissed ! that was cute. i hope he drops naomi’s ass for her. i guess we’re like, friends or whatever now, but that girl is not loyal. ”
who did you vote for the hideaway ? why ?
“ i voted for myself ! ” her hands snap over her face, laughing with the sheer embarrassment of it. “ so cringe, but josh made me do it, gun to my head and everything. it felt fucking hilarious at the time, but now it feels like a dick move. i probably should have voted for dylan. ” not that dylan would do anything anyway. he’s way too respectful to fuck someone in casa. is frankie that respectful, or would she let greed cloud her judgement ? “ honestly, if i get it i’m not sure what i’d do. kinda shitting myself, actually. would miles expect me to go all the way ? like on the outside, sure, we’d probably have fucked like ten times by now, but in here everything feels way more heavy. like a kiss in here is worth a thousand on the outside. ”
if you could have voted for a bombshell to go in the hideaway, who would you have voted for ?
“ i guess i’d have voted for miles or adela. miles, because it would be nice to have a night alone without everyone fucking listening — presuming he’d pick me, lol, imagine if he chose someone else — and adela because she’s had a rough ride in here and i want her to get her ass ate. i don’t know who she’d pick. maybe josh, or dylan, or me. wow, that would’ve been such a bold move. i would’ve maybe voted mali, but apparently she’s already been laid ? so maybe someone else deserves a shot. and marcus and val clearly don’t need the hideaway, but i guess if they went it would give the rest of us some peace from the squeaky hinges and giggling... ”
what do you think the other villa would think of your actions in casa so far ?
“ they’d probably have a warrant out for my death, actually. most of my close friends are in casa with me. i don’t think dylan’s exactly thrilled at the idea of me kissing someone else, so i’m guessing the other villa would be even less forgiving. ” for a moment, she clams up, legs drawn up against her chest and her face sinking down into the valley between her knees. “ this is actually a fucking horrible situation. i have no idea what i’m going to say to callie. i miss her so much. it feels like a part of me’s been sucked out and is like, there with her... maybe that sounds stupid considering everything that’s going on with miles. but i think you can really like two people at once. like, it’s not like you have to divide your heart up forty-sixty, or that there’s a certain amount of love you can give before it runs out. i think maybe i just love too much. ”
#crackon:prompt#now i have to do jude's. which i dont want to do. its gonna be so fucking sulky. god.
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Foolish
AN | This is absolutely the most self indulgent and self-centered thing I’ve ever written. Even if no one else reads this, that’s okay because I just like to word vomit. Basically I’m throwing my insecurities into writing, along with fluff from my fave Frankie. In essence, the reader deals with getting braces and not handling it well - I suppose you could argue you can imagine it’s anything you’re insecure about. Needless to say my mindset has definitely changed and just remember, you’re absolutely wonderful just as you are❤️
Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader
Warnings | Mentions of surgery, reader has braces [this is a warning?? It is now]
Word Count | 3k
Masterlist | Frankie, Main
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
“You’re what?”
“I’m breaking up with you,” they were the worst words you’d ever spoken; they left a bitter taste in your mouth. The look on his face, a mixture of disbelief and hurt and shock, was enough to break your heart into a million pieces. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to process what was going on. Things had been fine, basically perfect, and this had come as an absolute blindside. It hit him like a truck and left his mind reeling, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, but it’s better this way.”
“Honey-”
“I’m so sorry,” you repeated, trying to keep from saying anything else. You weren’t sure if you could handle much more, “I hope one day you’ll forgive me. I can’t…I can’t do this.”
It seemed like time stood still at the bar as you clambered out of your spot in the secluded booth, practically running out the door to get into the safe refuge of the cool evening air. It was stupid to break up with him, you knew that, but at times you were so blindly and stupidly stubborn that you refused to see reason. Frankie was such a good guy that he deserved way better than you; especially when you were acting so irrationally.
Frankie remained rooted in his spot, staring at the side of the booth that you had occupied. His mind was spinning; should he go after you? Should he call you? Give you space for a few days and text you? He had no idea. He had no clue what just happened.
“What’s up, Frankie?” Santi slid into the spot you had previously occupied, surprised by your sudden absence. He looked around and failed to spot you anywhere, “where’d she go?”
“She broke up with me,” his mouth was dry as just stared at his best friend, as much at a loss as him, “I have no clue why. But she just left.”
“Fuck man,” Santi sighed as he pushed his beer towards Frankie, figuring he needed it more at the moment, “it’ll be okay - she’ll come back. She’s in love with you, man. Everyone knows that.
But Frankie had his doubts. Who just up and left without any explanation.
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You sighed as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You gave yourself a tightlipped smile, trying to make it seem as natural as possible. But it was no use; as much as you tried, a closed mouth smile just wasn’t you. Normally you were beaming from ear to ear, mouth open and on display. But not now; you weren’t the last time you’d truly smiled.
Probably when you’d last seen him a month ago.
Closing your eyes and inhaling and exhaling deeply, you gave yourself the best smile you could muster up. After looking at the metal covering all of your teeth, you felt like crying before closing your mouth right back up. Braces as an adult wasn’t anything you had expected. Clear ones would have been acceptable but in your case, they weren’t an option. It wasn’t that your smile had been bad or ugly, you’d never minded it, but at the suggestion of your dentist and several surgeons, you realized you could end up with serious issues in the future if you didn’t treat the small issues now.
“Stupid jaw,” you hissed at yourself. That was the gist of it; you need to get everything ready for surgery before your bite would be completely corrected. It’s only a 24 to 30 month process. That seemed like a lifetime at any age. And the looming threat of jaw surgery didn’t help. But there you were, metal tracks on your teeth topped off with aqua elastics. You’d picked the colors in the vain effort that it would cheer you up when you looked at yourself. It hadn’t worked, “this is fine. It’ll be fine. I just won’t smile at anyone and say nothing unless needed.”
The fact that you still felt like the worst person in the universe didn’t help. It had been 35 days since you’d seen Frankie. 35 long days for which you had no one to blame but yourself. He’d tried to contact you almost daily for almost two weeks after you’d broken his heart and dumped him out of nowhere. You hadn’t responded. You figured a clean break would be best; but this wasn’t clean at all now, was it? You left him with no explanation; the man you loved more than anything in the world. Over something so stupid. But he deserved better than you, you were convinced of that. You’d acted like an absolute idiot, gone and fucked everything up and you doubted you could ever fix it.
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The café was busy and crowded; you hadn’t wanted to come, but figured it would help clear your head to get out of the house for a bit. You’d bought your laptop with you to do some work to keep your mind occupied. You hoped the noise of the bustle of people would keep the noise in your head to a minimum.
But when the chair across the table from you was pulled back with a loud scrape, you almost jumped out of your skin. You hadn’t heard him come at all (probably from his years of training) and he’d gotten the jump on you. The expression on his face was nothing short of smug.
“Santi,” his name left your lips in a rush as your eyes widened at the sight of your friend. Well, he’d been Frankie’s best friend so you figured he’d remain his friend and not yours. He studied you intently, trying to read what possibly was going on your mind, “I-I didn’t see you.”
“Bee,” he sat back and relaxed, always the prime example of cool and collected. You’d seen his eyes flit to your mouth when you spoke, “how’ve you been? What happened? We’ve all been worried about you.”
“N-nothing happened,” you tried to hunch down so your laptop covered your face but it was no use. Santi raised an eyebrow not believing a word you were saying; you knew better than to lie to him. He could see right through you, “fine. I just…I couldn’t be with Frankie anymore.”
“Did he do something?” he had a doubt that sweet, shy Frankie would have done anything bad. Especially to you; he had it bad for you.
“No…he would never,” you sighed softly before pausing for a moment. You closed the laptop before looking at Santi and giving him the widest grin you could. He wasn’t phased for a moment and just shrugged innocently, “Santi, I have braces now. I-I hate it. I feel like…I dunno. I just thought that Frankie wouldn’t…I don’t know. He can do better.”
“Let me get this straight,” he leaned in closely so he was practically whispering, trying to keep his face as neutral as possible, “all of this was over braces?”
“I mean…yeah?” you asked, realizing how stupid it sounded out loud, “I just…I feel like it looks bad, makes me look weird. I don’t think most adults want to date someone with braces. I mean…I don’t know. I’m sure there’s a line of beautiful women that would love to get their hands on Frankie.”
“He doesn’t want them,” Santi shook his head as he tried to contain his laughter, “he only wants you. You don’t seriously think he would have an issue with that, right? If you do, you really don’t know him at all.”
“I know he wouldn’t,” you admitted softly, brushing at the tears that were already pricking at the back of your eyes, “but I don’t want him to have to deal with it. Imagine kissing someone with a mouth of metal.”
“I’ve done it,” Santi laughed lightly, reaching over and gently brushing away the tears that had rolled down your cheek, “in high school - granted it wasn’t like I was a pro back then, but it’s not bad. It’s something that might take a bit to get used to but then that’ll be that.”
You looked at him and nodded lightly, opening and closing your mouth a few times, deciding not to mention the other thing that was on your mind. Santi, ever so astute and observant, knew where your mind was going, gently brushed his fingers along your jaw, “you don’t have to worry about that. Trust me, all he wants is you. He’s practically falling apart; even if you don’t want to be with him anymore, at least let him know why. You owe him that much.”
“I do want him,” you admitted, “only him.”
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It felt odd to be knocking at his door; in the past you’d just let yourself in with the key he’d given you. But it had been returned, put in the mailbox for him to do with what he wanted. His truck was in the driveway and you were nervously bouncing on the balls of your feet wondering if he would even open the door once he realized it was you.
When you heard his familiar footsteps, you took in a long breath and waited for him to open the door. When he did, he opened it slowly but when he realized it was you, he practically threw it open and stepped onto the porch.
“Bee? W-what are you doing here?” it was hard to read the expression etched onto his features. He’d always been the hardest one of his small group of friends to read, that much you learned early on. But you’d learned to read him, to love him, just as he needed. But today was different.
“Hi Frankie,” you were looking at your feet but forced yourself to look up. Those umber eyes you loved so much were searching yours. You decided to suck it up and give him a proper explanation, he deserved that, “I wanted to apologize. For what happened - for just breaking up with you like that.”
His head tilted slightly to the side as he watched you, eyes going to your mouth as he watched you, “when you’d get the braces?”
“A few weeks ago,” you admitted. It didn’t take Frankie more than a few seconds to put two and two together; he was a smart man after all, “right after I…acted like an idiot. I just didn’t want…you to have to deal with this too.”
“Deal with what?”
“This,” you stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, pointing at your mouth, “I’m an adult with braces, I’m still adjusting to trying to speak without a lisp and learning how to eat - what I can eat, I get dry mouth all the time and I look…silly.”
“You’re beautiful,” is all he said, which caused you to pause and look at him, cheeks warming up under his gaze. He slowly reached out to put his hand on your face, gently stroking your cheek, “you’ve always been beautiful, you’re still beautiful, and you’ll be beautiful after it’s all said and done.”
“You’re not…turned off?” you whispered as he just laughed lightly, shaking his head, “I didn’t think you’d want…well, I guess I just didn’t want you to have put up with this. It’s for two to almost three years.”
“I don’t care-”
“I’ll have to have surgery.”
“I’ll be right there by your side,” he promised, without a second of hesitation, “if you’ll have me.”
“You still want to be with me?” you were shocked; the man really did have a heart of gold.
“Of course, my little honey bee,” his voice was soft and gentle, “I’m in love with you, baby. You’re it.”
“Even-”
“Even with the braces,” he insisted, “you still look cute - and your little lisp is cute too. But that will go away soon once you’ve got used to them.”
“What about kissing me?” you whispered, “what if I hurt you…what about-”
“Relax, baby,” he was standing directly in front of you now, and his familiar smell and warm presence made you feel a million times better, “there’s nothing to worry about. Absolutely nothing. It might be different for a bit, but then it’ll be normal. Please don’t stress yourself about it, honey.”
“I was so worried,” you confessed, feeling so stupid over your worries and dramatic action, “I feel so stupid, Frankie. I acted like a fool for no reason and I hurt you…I’m so sorry.”
“Honey, it’s okay,” he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, “I was worried just because I didn’t know what happened. I was worried about you because I wasn’t sure if you were okay or not. That’s the only thing I care about. I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if something had happened that I could have helped.”
“You’re not mad?” you looked at him with wide eyes, a nervous expression etched on your features, “I was terrible to you, Frankie. I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to see me again.”
“I’m not going to lie, I was hurt when you left me,” his voice was quiet as you nodded, trying to bite back the tears. You hated even the slightest hint of the idea that you’d hurt Frankie. He was the last person you’d ever want to upset; he was so kind and gentle, so good. He never deserved any hurt, and you - the person he’d loved the most - had done just that, “but more than anything I was worried about you, bee.”
“You’re too good to me,” you whispered as he took your face gently in his hands, studying you intently. You always felt so vulnerable under his watchful gaze; it seemed like he could see deep into your soul, the very essence of you, “I don’t deserve you, Francisco.”
“If anything, I don’t deserve you,” he laughed as you watched him with reverence, “I’m glad you came. I…I figured when you didn’t get back to me you were done with me. I thought about coming over to your house - even work - but I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries. I have to ask…what changed?”
“It would have been okay,” you leaned into his touch, relishing the feel of his familiar hands, “Santi. He found me when I was working at one of the cafes downtown and he talked some sense into me. I’m glad he did.”
“He’s good for something after all,” Frankie shook his head in amusement as you laughed, his gorgeous smile infectious, “I’m just glad you’re back.”
“I’m here, if you still want to be with me,” nervous butterflies were fluttering about in your stomach, “but if you don’t…”
“I already told you I do, bee,” he whispered, “I meant it. It’s you or nothing. Mi vida, mi corazón, mi alma. You are everything.”
“I love you,” you leaned in so your lips were almost brushing against his, “I’m sorry for being a total and utter fool. Next time something happens, I won’t be so stupid.”
“You can tell me anything, no matter what, no matter when,” one of his hands had moved to your waist as the other held the back of your neck, his thumb stroking your skin, “I mean it. I don’t care if it’s 3 in the morning or I’m at work, whatever. You know that.”
“I do,” you nodded lightly, “I was just a dumb fool. I guess I just…I dunno. This feels like a big change and it makes me feel…less me.”
“It is a change,” he agreed, “but you’ll get used to them soon enough and then you won’t notice anything different. I’ll come to you with every adjustment if you want, every appointment. I’ll make you soft foods when it hurts, I’ll make sure you’re stocked up on dental wax and those little brushes to pick food out, and floss, and whatever else you’ll need.”
“You seem to know a lot about this struggle,” he could feel you smiling against his lips.
“I had braces for a few years in high school,” Frankie was so close, you could feel his warm envelope, and if you leaned in anymore you’d be kissing him, “I’m a pro. But before you say anything, I know how you think - it doesn’t matter what age you are when you get braces. You are perfect to me.”
“Francisco…” there was almost nothing better than the sound of his name falling so sweetly from your lips, “will you kiss me?”
“Any time,” before you could overthink it or worry about it, he leaned in and gently brushed his lips against yours. It was a slow, sweet thing, meant to let you get used to the feeling of kissing him again. It felt a little awkward at first, you felt like a clumsy teenager, but after a bit, you started to get the hang of it, and despite your initial reservations, everything was fine. Kissing Frankie was just as wonderful and beautiful as it always had been, “see, bee. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No,” you agreed, unable to contain your smile. This time it was a real smile, teeth and all, and you didn’t have a care in the world. It didn’t matter you realized, you were still the same you and he was still the same him, “but I think I might need to get some more practice in…you know, just to make sure I get the hang of it.”
“I’d be more than happy to oblige,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “whatever you want, gorgeous girl. I love you, you know.”
“I know,” you were beaming at his praise, “I love you - more. Thank you, Francisco.”
“For what?”
“For being you. For being my Frankie.”
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Sleepless Nights
Husband!EB!Frank x Reader
Words: 700
Note: I feel like absolute shit, can't sleep on my own, have taken too much Benadryl apparently, and have to wait for the clinic to open next week; therefore, here is an uber niche, personal drabble
@capscourforever: "What about Husband Frank dealing with your sleepless nights?"
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The cool air brushes against your body as you flop to your back, eyes starring towards the darkened ceiling as you huff in frustration. You've lost count the amount of nights that you laid in the bed just waiting for sleep to take over when it refused to come.
You'd tried everything: melatonin, meditation, warm showers and baths, going to bed earlier, going to bed later. Nothing helped.
Except taking Benadryl.
"Baby, it says to see a doctor if you take it longer than two weeks. How long have you been taking it?"
You scoffed at the thought, trying to count the nights but growing frustrated in the inability to remember the past 5 hours let alone the past two weeks. "Not consistently; I've been switching it up with Nyquil, too."
Frank's eyes went wide at the response, shaking his head before taking the bottle of pink pills away from you. "You're not taking anymore. I'm calling the doctor."
You scowled at the man, rolling your eyes behind him as he walked to the living room. "It's the weekend, Franky. They're closed."
His huff was carried through the air and you could hear his dismay from your seat in the bedroom. You laid in the bed, listening to the footsteps carry your husband back to the bedroom. "I'm calling first thing Monday morning," he grumbled as he slid in the bed beside you, wrapping you in his arms.
So that is how you ended up here-- laying awake while Frank's soft snores confirm that at least one of you will get up refreshed with the sun.
Rolling to your side, you watched his peaceful expression. He's laying facing you, his arm across your body as he was at one time holding you against his chest. In your restless state, however, you'd gotten loose, and he'd been so used to your tossing and turning, it didn't even bother him anymore.
A few more soft snores spill out of his mouth and you began to feel a familiar tickle of a sneeze building. You hurried to cover the sneeze, hoping to be able to hold it in as to not wake the man beside you up, but you weren't quick enough and the sneeze got the best of you.
"Christ," Frank mumbled, his eyes flickering open at the sudden sound.
You sniffled your nose, smiling a straight lipped smile up at him as he blinked the sleep away. "Baby, why don't you look like you've been sleeping?" He asked rhetorically, knowing already that the chances you had been able to sleep were slim to none.
You simply shrugged, sighing heavily as he wrapped his arms around you once more, nestling your face in the crook of his neck. His smell invaded your nostrils, the familiar musk mixed with lavender and cigarettes calming your body almost instantly.
His finger tips traced your spine softly, soothing your sleepless state and making your body so comfortable and safe, your brain would have no choice but to let you sleep-- even if it was only for a little bit.
The soft snore that you were once listening to were now soft exhales against your skin. The warm breath fanned across your neck and shoulder, simultaneously rising and soothing goosebumps in its wake.
Moments pass and you're sure Frank is forcing himself to stay awake so he could rub your back; the man could win an award for falling asleep the fastest any other time.
The realization makes you smile to yourself, about to chuckle lightly when a yawn escapes your lips. The exhale of your yawn fanned over Frank's neck, bringing a grin to his face as he whispered, "was that a fucking yawn? Hell yeah!"
You giggled at the enthusiasm, nuzzling deeper into his chest as the adrenaline now coursing through his body gave him a second wind, and his fingers continued tracing along your spine.
As you felt your body begin to slip into the trance of being half asleep, you whispered softly, "love you, Franky."
The feeling of his lips meeting your temple and a soft unintelligible whisper were the last things you remember before drifting off to sleep-- a very much needed sleep.
#eb!frank x reader#sebastian stan character#frank endings beginnings x reader#frank endings beginnings#eb!frank#frank x reader#eb!frank imagine#eb!frank drabble#frank drabble#written by marie
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Oblivius Chapter 10
We've come to the end my friends.
This is the last chapter for Francis & Spills and hopefully you'll enjoy it. I have had such a great time writing this story and have received so many lovely messages & asks about my two dumb idiot babies.
Although this is the end of the main story - you can always send in an ask about them because I will literally jump back in at the drop of a hat. (and who knows, might randomly drop a chapter / dabble if I get into my feelings)
Thanks for sticking with me!
Likes & reblogs are appreciated
Frankie Morales x F!Reader
Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: Fluff & general cuteness, Smut 18+ - dirty talk, p in v sex (NO MINORS + WRAP IT UP) language *time jump at the end - which has a little surprise* (let me know if I missed anything)
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Age: 29
He knew he shouldn’t have been nervous, but he couldn’t help it.
He was working on his feelings for her, on coming to terms with his hurt and his anger. Once the initial burn of it cooled he could admit to himself that they’d both been utterly stupid. Both were to blame for how things shook out.
He knew this was the right course of action. He knew from the way he felt right at this moment, getting ready to pick Spills up for their first official date. He’d never once in the whole time he’d been with Claudia felt like this.
He had decided to keep it simple. Dinner and a movie. Can’t fuck that up and after everything that had transpired, he needed simple. It had been a couple of weeks since their conversation and things were a little awkward at first - trying to navigate this new dynamic but their conversations had gotten more comfortable. Both of them agreed to make the first date official.
He couldn’t help but smile as he made his way over to her place, even though his stomach was in knots. Even though a small part of him was terrified to fuck this up. Nothing could be sadder for him than for this not to work and have them drift apart but when he saw her rushing over to his truck all the doubts and worries melted away.
Of course this’ll work. I love you.
“Ready?” He asked and the smile was bright on her face when she climbed in and buckled her seat belt.
“Of course. Where are you taking me?” She ran her fingers through his hair and he could have purred, the touch felt so right.
“To our place.” He pulled out and made his way over to Marcellos.
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The food was just as good as you remembered. The two of you found your rhythm as you ordered your meals and when they came he wasted no time in tasting your food and offering his plate to you. You sighed at how your heart swelled. This was so easy - so natural and you kicked yourself mentally over and over for not opening your mouth earlier.
You’d been afraid that things would be awkward after your talk and at first it was. The conversations and texts were weird, impersonal and almost forced but after a little while it was easy to fall back into your friendship.
It was so easy because you were friends. You already had the solid foundations for this to work and you were going to put everything you had into it.
You laughed, and you ate, and you enjoyed each other's company - forgetting the time and when he ordered the tiramisu and two forks you smiled big.
“I already bought the movie tickets, so we should leave soon or we’ll miss the previews.” You told him as the waiter cleared the table.
“You did?” He was surprised. “What movie are we watching then?” He asked as he paid for dinner.
“I picked a horror movie, looked terrifying.” you pulled out the tickets and he laughed. Kissing your hand as he walked you out of the restaurant.
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He paid for dinner, so you bought the movie and popcorn. You made it with enough time to get good seats in the middle of the theatre, for the best vantage point according to him. In reality you didn’t actually care where you sat.
He lifted the divider as soon as the two of you sat, making sure you could tuck yourself into his side at the scary bits and you wasted no time getting comfortable. His arm was around you reassuringly as the trailers started, the two of you whispering a bit too loudly, deciding what was worth your time and what wasn’t.
You tucked your face into his neck at the jump scares, asking in whispers if it was okay to look. You could feel the rumble of his chest when he laughed, not unkindly. Felt him kissing your forehead softly when it was okay to look.
Despite having already kissed before, despite having had sex once before - this felt so intimate. You looked up at him to find him already smiling at you, your heart racing at the closeness. At the tenderness on his face.
You kissed him. Petal soft and chaste at first but he deepened it, his big warm hand coming up to rest softly on your cheek. His tongue tasted like popcorn and sugar and you couldn’t help but smile into it at first. The movie forgotten, the fear morphing into warmth and desire for him. As far as you were concerned - this was your first real kiss, and it took your breath away.
The rest of the movie was spent with your head on his shoulder. His hand steadily rubbing your arm and his nose buried in your hair and you couldn’t remember ever having a better first date.
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You left the theatre quietly, the walk back to the truck was a leisurely stroll. Both of you smiling to yourselves as you held hands, your other hand holding onto his arm - you couldn’t get close enough.
He walked you to the passenger side, pressing you up against it to kiss you again quickly. You could see that he was taking every opportunity to press his lips to yours and you let him. Both of you quiet, breathless and giddy. You didn’t need words. Not for this.
After placing a couple more onto your neck and cheeks he remembered himself, and opened the door for you, running around the truck to get in. His hand found its way into yours on your lap as he drove you home.
He walked you to your door and asking him to come in was on the tip of your tongue but he forestalled. Speaking before you could ask.
“I’m coming in to check every corner so you aren’t scared.” He followed you in, closing the door behind him as he spoke. “But I’m not staying over, as much as I want to. I want to take this slow.” He was looking at you and you could have cried, not from disappointment, but from regret. Regret at having wasted so much time - regret that it took so goddamn long for you to get the courage to tell him how you felt and he must have seen the emotion on your face because he was holding onto your face in a flash. Cradling your jaw softly.
“What’s wrong Spills? Did I go too fast?” His brow was furrowed and despite your happiness the regrets swallowed you whole, you couldn’t stop the first few tears from falling.
“No no! I’m sorry. This was perfect and I just- I feel bad that we waited so long and I wasted so much time and we should have done this so fucking long ago.” You couldn’t stop the sob from clawing it’s way up your throat as he held you and he sighed loudly. Pulling you into the crook of his neck within the soft glow of your home.
“No - stop honey. Stop crying please - this isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have blamed you for everything. We’ve both been absolute idiots and maybe if we’d talked about this like grown-ups years ago all this bullshit could have been avoided, please stop crying.” He kissed your forehead as you clung to him. The smell of his clothes, the feel of him against your skin - his voice in your ear. It was all home and the longer he held you the better you felt.
“Listen, I was angry and hurt but the more I think about it the more I realize that we’re both to blame but it’s okay because we’re starting again right?” He pulled away to tilt your face up to look at him.
“We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be and this is going to work. It’s going to work because as far as I’m concerned you’re it. You’re the only person for me and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Do you understand? Forget everything and focus on this.” He was looking at you so intensely it was hard not to cry all over again. “Tell me you understand honey.” He kissed your cheeks, one after the other.
“Yes, I understand. I feel the same way about you Francis.” You smiled a watery smile up at him and he returned it.
“Good, now I’m going to check before I leave- kiss you goodnight and then we’re going to go out again.” And he did.
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“Good morning!” You climbed into the truck after putting your beach bag and your cooler in the back. His face smiling at you brightly as he leaned over to you, lips pursed. You kissed him and he handed you your hazelnut coffee.
“Good morning honey.” His good mood was shining through as he pulled away from your home and drove towards the beach, just the two of you. “Did you bring me breakfast?” He kept looking over to see if you had anything for him, which of course you did.
“Of course - open up.” You put the buttery bagel half in his mouth and he ate it with gusto.
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The day was gorgeous, absolutely perfect for the beach and he set about getting the blankets and the umbrella ready for the two of you. You watched him, savouring the sight of his deft hands making quick work of everything.
“You’re staring at me Spills.” He said it with a smile on his lips and you didn’t look away.
“Yes I am.” You couldn’t help but match his tone - he turned to you then and leaned in to kiss you. He kissed you at every turn and you cherished it, you loved the way he showed his affection for you. He was a physical creature and he luxuriated in being close to you.
“Good.” He smiled as he handed you the sunscreen and once you'd finished, he made himself comfortable against you. He chose to sit with his back pressed up against your chest, between your legs - despite having laid out his own towel.
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You were floating.
The water was enveloping you, lapping softly at your skin as you let it carry you. The sun was shining and you had your eyes closed to shield you from it. You had gone into the water first while Frances read but now he was there too, always an arms length away but it wasn’t close enough and you both fell back into your usual rhythm of splashing and teasing until you were wrapped around each other.
You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself up against him. Even in the cool water, his skin was warm and you felt as he wrapped your legs around his middle. His hands started at your waist, but they quickly moved down and held onto your ass. You laughed.
“What are you doing Francis?” You asked it with a smile, these days it felt like everything you did was with a smile.
“I’m holding onto you Spills.” He was nuzzling his nose into your neck, placing little kisses around your collar bones and up the column of your neck to your ear. You hadn’t had sex since the night before his wedding, the two of you agreeing to take it slow but his hunger for you was becoming more and more evident as the weeks rolled by. His hands roaming a little more each time you were together.
“Onto my ass?” You looked into his face, cherishing it.
“That’s right.” He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, wanting to be closer, always closer. “Do you not want me to?” He smiled lazily - biting at your ear playfully.
“I never said that.” You breathed out the words, he was affecting you and you had to remember that you were in public. You fell into a comfortable silence. The two of you happy to float in the water as well as your happiness alike.
“Francis?” You were staring out into the water as you spoke, your head resting over his shoulder.
“Hmm?” He was resting his head on yours, eyes on the shore.
“Promise me we’ll live near the ocean one day.” You rubbed his back, tracing lines into his skin with pruny fingers.
“I promise, one day we’ll have a little house by the ocean. You’ll be able to hear it when the windows are open.”
The two of you floated out there for a long time, peaceful and quiet and in love.
—-
Your hand found its way into his curls on the way home, the salt water always defined them and it was too inviting to ignore. He never minded.
His hand found its way onto your lap and the two of you were connected the whole way.
“Come in. Park the rustbucket and stay over.” You didn’t want him to leave, not yet. You were ready for the next step in your relationship.
“Are you sure?” He asked even though he was parking the truck.
“Yes, we can order in.” You smiled a smile that had nothing to do with food.
“You’re gonna kill me Spills.” He was hurriedly unbuckling his seat belt, he wanted this just as much as you did and you couldn’t get inside fast enough. When you were finally inside he almost tackled you. Crashing into you with a bruising force, mouth insistent and unforgiving in its need for you.
“I want it in my bed.” You were pulling his shirt off as you pushed him towards your room and he growled.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me.” He was pulling off your shirt, undoing the top piece of your bathing suit as you finally got him into your room.
“I want you to fuck me. Make me cum like you did before, make me feel good.” You pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. He wasted no time and within a few seconds your nipple was in his mouth. Your grip on his curls was tight as you held him close to your chest. His tongue a slow swirl around the pebbled peak of your breast. First one, then the other. He was ruthless in his teasing, sucking roughly and then biting softly.
“You want my cock baby?” He was kissing your chest as he held onto your ass, your clothed core pressed up against the stiffening pillar of his sex. The arousal was a burning coal in the pit of your stomach and every time he pulled you closer it burned hotter. Your cunt ached for him, drooling out your passion into your underwear, the threads of you unspooling for him at your entrance.
“Yes, give it to me - please.” You bit at his neck, tasting the salt of the ocean on his skin and he moaned. You used the momentary distraction to pull off him and finish undressing. You helped him pull off his swim trunks and you pulled him into your shower, both of you were still covered in sand and you wanted to wash the day off him.
His body curled around you as you turned the shower on. His cock was hard and pressed up against the cleft in your ass. His hands were around your waist, holding onto your belly; your breasts. Anything and everything he could get his hands on and you both laughed as you got into the shower. You dragged him under the hot spray, helping him wash the salt and sand from his skin and his hair and he did the same for you.
Once you were clean he pressed you up against the wall, the cool tile against your nipples made you hiss and he pulled your waist toward him, one hand on your back to tilt your pelvis enough for him to slide in.
“Can I fuck you like this baby?” He leaned forward to press a kiss to your neck. You wiggled your hips against him in response.
“Yes Francis, give it to me just like this - please.” He groaned as he rubbed his cock through your folds, even under the spray he could feel how wet you were and he slid in to the hilt. His pelvis flush with the plump skin of your ass. “Fuck, I feel so full - you’re so big.” You smiled at the groan he let out at your words.
“You’re so tight, feels so fucking good.” He snapped his hips, fucking into you hard and fast. Both of you so keyed up that this wouldn’t last and you knew it. “That’s it baby, take it. Just - like- that.” He held onto your shoulder for leverage and you reached down with one hand to rub at your clit.
“Yes, make yourself cum, soak my cock.” He pulled you up holding onto your breast as he split you open on his dick.
“I’m gonna cum…” Your orgasm crashed into you, making you clench around him while he sped up, chasing his own high and you felt it when he groaned into your ear. Felt him emptying himself into you.
—-
You were both naked, laying in your bed in the fading light of the sun. His head was resting on your chest as you played with his hair.
“I'm starving, have you seen my phone? We should order a pizza.” He got up and looked around and for a moment you couldn’t believe that your Francis was walking around your place naked. Even though he’d fucked you in the shower, even though he’d fucked you in your bed; made you cum with his fingers and his mouth and his cock. Your pleasure seemingly more important than his.
“I think you dropped it onto the counter when we came in.”
He came back with it in his hand and ordered your usual order before dropping it onto your nightstand.
“We have forty minutes until it gets here.” He smiled darkly as he crawled up between your legs and despite everything you’d done, you flushed, wrapping your arms and legs around him lazily.
“Better make them count.” You kissed him, and he did.
When the pizza finally came you needed another shower, which you took together. He stayed the night, and never went home again.
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Age: 30
“Francis, wake up honey, happy birthday!” You were kissing his face, pulling him softly out of sleep. He groaned and smiled as he buried his face into your hair. His hand travelled down to grab at your ass. Even half asleep he pawed at you, making you laugh.
“Mmmph, sleep.” He mumbled onto your skin. Soft and pliant on the bed you shared.
“Francis, come on - get up so we can celebrate.” You pulled him away slightly so you could pepper his face with kisses, something he loved. “Come on baby, get up, I have a few surprises for you.” You ran your fingers through his hair. It was getting longer and you loved it like this.
“Are you naked?” He didn’t open his eyes but you felt his wits sharpening.
“No, that's later, I have other surprises for you, three of them. Hmm?” You waited a few minutes and he opened his eyes.
“Alright alright, I’m up. What’s the plan?” He yawned and stretched.
“The plan is they’re coming to get you in about half an hour so get dressed.” You got up out of bed pulling him up with you.
“Who?” He was lost.
“Your surprises.” He frowned and then it dawned on him.
“Pope? Benny and Will?” His eyebrows shot up in shock.
“Yes! They’re on their way so come on, up up let’s get you ready, they’re taking you out and then we’re going to have a big dinner.” He was moving on his own now and you could see how happy he was.
“Did you set this up?” He was brushing his teeth and you nodded.
“Yes I spoke to Pope a few weeks ago, thought it would make you happy to have them here for your birthday. They’re going to take you out for the morning and then we can meet up at your parents place for a big dinner.” You smiled at him.
“You’re not coming?” He frowned despite his joy at seeing his closest friends in a few minutes.
“No, you have your time with them and I’ll see you in a few hours.” He pulled you close.
“I love you Spills.” He kissed you, deep and insistent, all of his feelings for you behind it and you had to pull away as his phone went off.
“I love you too Francis, now get your ass in gear. See you later, have fun!” You pushed him out, patting him on the butt to get him moving.
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Age: 33
“I am completely in love with it Francis, look at the windows!” You were walking through the little house like a kid in a candy store. Trying to take it all in.
“It’s really nice, floors are good.” He was looking at the wood, taking stock of the layout and the sturdiness of the staircase leading upstairs.
“Do you think we could afford it?” You were pulling him towards the kitchen, to the big window over the sink where you could just see the water. The yard was a little on the smaller side but it was big enough to put a little patio set and a grill, big enough for the three of you.
“Do you want it?” He stood behind you, his arms around your waist as you both stared out through the window.
“Yes, I think we’ll be really happy here. Do we have enough?” You turned to press a kiss to the stubble on his cheek.
“Yes, we have enough saved and with you going back to work we’ll be fine.” You felt the little hands then, grabbing at both of you and he bent down to pick up your daughter. She was tired and rested her head on his shoulder. “I think she likes it.” He ran his fingers through her soft curls as he kissed her forehead. You couldn't help but rub her little back as she melted into his shoulder.
“Open the window.” He gestured towards the latch and when you did you heard the soft sounds of the ocean drifting in. He was smiling at you, holding onto the little life you’d both created.
“Welcome home Spills."
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Can I request will miller pining for an ex-military girl? Maybe they met through Frankie or Pope but she used to do heavy recon in her day until she was discharged for injury. slight age gap, reader in mid 20s-🧡
A/N: I did something a little different and wrote it from Will's POV since you mentioned a military girl so I used she/her pronouns. I hope you enjoy!
Pairing: William Ironhead Miller x F! Unnamed Character
Mutual Pining
Will looked over at her again, his eyes focused on the scars that littered over her exposed arms. She was here as a favor to Pope, just like the rest of them. But she was different than the rest. For one, she was almost ten years younger than the rest of them. He didn't know much about her from the little time they've spent together over the past week, but what he did, made him fall a little deeper with each moment. Each brush of her hand against his, each smile that lit up her entire face casting a warm glow over him.
He'd never felt this way before.
Beyond the physical was the way she handled herself, the complete and total unyielding bravery she showed. The idea of putting a gun in her hand didn't frighten her. The darkness didn't seep into her eyes like it did, Frankie. No, she came alive. Her hands clenched around the weapon, the rain dripping down into her eyes, her face refreshed from the cool air. A nice reprieve from the stifling humidity of the last week.
She's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. She whispers into the comm, and he feels the hairs on his skin stick straight up, her voice going straight through him. "Ironhead, are you paying attention?" he looks up, startled to see her standing before him, smiling softly. "You good?"
He nods, clearing his throat, "yeah, I'm good."
"You seem distracted...something on your mind?"
"You," he whispers, eyes widening when he realizes he spoke the words aloud. "I-I'm sorry," he mumbles, repositioning his gun and nodding his head towards the door, "let's go."
She stays frozen, her eyes darting back and forth between his eyes and his lips before she mumbles, "fuck it," under her breath. His eyes snap shut when he feels the first press of her lips against his. Moaning softly when she licks against his bottom lip, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss.
"Ironhead, status?" Tom's voice shrill in their ears break them apart, and he holds her tight in his arms, guns at their sides. The reality of where they are, what they are about to do, grounding them.
"We're in the kitchen, took out one of the guards," he quickly replies back, turning off his side of the comms and looking at her. He presses another quick kiss to her lips, and she smiles.
"I've been wondering how long it would take you to kiss me," she teases, stepping out of his arms and raising her gun. "Thought you were just going to keep pining for me."
He lets out a huff, smiling, standing beside her to walk into the front entrance. "Oh honey, just wait till we get out of here, and I'll show you how much I've been pining."
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𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨 ; ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ !
how was the challenge ? what was the most memorable moment from it for you ?
“ the challenge was... ” frankie hesitates, looking for the right word. “ fun. ” she’s nodding enthusiastically, but there’s a sheepish smile on her face. embarrassment’s a rare colour on her. “ way more eventful than i thought it would be. obviously, there was the shit with miles. i had to mount him and kiss him, and we just met that day so... ” she grits her teeth, even though she didn’t have to kiss him — at least not like that — could’ve played it safe and kissed him anywhere else, or even picked an inoffensive but feasible option like marcus, but frankie’s never been the kind of girl to choose the easy option. “ guess that’s one way of taking the awkwardness out of the getting to know you thing. i think he liked it. ” her finger and thumb pinch together, leaving just a margin of space between them. “ tiny bit. ”
is there anyone you have chemistry with or see yourself wanting to get to know better ?
“ honestly ? i have chemistry with most of them. literally so hard being sexy and wanted by everyone. but yeah, i think it’s pretty apparent that there’s chemistry, biology, some crap with miles. i’m not sure what, but... yeah, it’s a problem. ” she makes friends at lightspeed, but hasn’t really hit it off with someone in that way besides callie, where that initial pull had been pretty instant too. “ i can be completely myself with him, like i’ve known him my whole life. no topic is off limits like we can just chat shit for hours, dude. it’s a vibe, and if it ends up just a friends thing, i won’t be mad. he’s so sound, i wanna talk to him all the time. ” she pauses, for a moment, considering if there’s anyone else. “ maybe i’m reading it wrong, but there’s some kinda weird not quite flirty but kinda flirty energy with adela, especially after that three-way-kiss. she’s brought up eating out almost every time we’ve spoken, and it definitely has an edge to it. i don’t know, i can’t read her. mali and i had a bit of a vibe. she definitely hit on me, and she’s hot, but she seems too put together for me, i like them a bit more rugged. val’s cool too, there was definitely a bit of a click there. she pulled a naomi and licked my neck or some crap, but now her and marcus seem to have a good thing going, and dude needs it more than me. ”
do you see your fellow islanders hitting it off with anyone ?
“ val and marcus, for sure. they’re cute as heck. like, he deserves to be happy and fucking someone, and i’m glad it’s someone as cool as val. definitely wouldn’t mind being their third. phoebe seems like she’s into dylan, and i feel like he could try that if he opened himself up a bit more. how’s he meant to know if it’s as good as, better than, or not as good as his connection with naomi if he doesn’t at least try. apparently something happened with josh and mali ?? which is fucking insane, but hot. i love those crazy freaks. um... other than that... ? i don’t know. i’m pretty blind when it comes to noticing who other people are focusing on unless they straight up tell me or it happens in front of me. like, i had no idea max liked jenny until i walked in on them boning. fucking rude awakening that was. ”
did you share a bed with anyone ? how did that go ? do you think you’ll share with them again ?
these questions feel so pointed, but she guesses that’s the point. “ yeah, i did. and i’ve decided i’m not gonna feel bad about it. i’m here to have fun, nobody’s in a relationship. ” and she doesn’t really owe anyone anything so fuck it. plus sharing a bed can totally be platonic, even if it hadn’t exactly felt that way. “ i shared with miles. his body temperature is so fucking hot though, i mean warm, not hot hot, it was like... that bit in eclipse when bella’s in the tent and she’s freezing her tits off because her lame boyfriend is a fucking hundred year old corpse and then sexy jacob snuggles her and he’s just like, this warm cosy thing, like a space heater in human form. felt like i was gonna have to throw the duvet off to stop myself from overheating. i don’t know if we’ll share again. i kind of want to. ” is that bad ? “ but i’m also trying to like... be mindful and respectful of the callie situation and not do something cunty even though i kinda want to. ” and yeah, maybe there’s a bit of playing hard to get in there, too. sue her. “ it’s super hard. like the producers know what they’re doing. it’s tough. ”
what do you think is going on at the other villa ?
“ haven’t really thought about it. ” it’s only half-true. she thinks about callie constantly, except when she’s with miles or marcus or someone who makes her feel so present that literally all of her thoughts just disappear. “ i feel like all of them will be into callie. and i don’t know what she’ll do. like, we had that fight about exclusivity or whatever and agreed that we can both get to know other people as well, so i guess it would be pretty fucking snakey of me to want to get to know people but not want her to do that. but it does suck that i have no idea what’s happening. i would be fine with her talking to people if i could see it in action, and knew they had dead chat, but the not knowing is brutal. what are they like ? are they more her type ? does she have a better connection with any of them ? would their lives on the outside be a better fit ? are they hotter than me ? nah, they’re probably not hotter than me. and they’re definitely not funnier than me. ” she’s gotta count the small victories, otherwise what’s the point ?
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Din and titty fucking? maybe a facial??? maybe he even turns the light off to clean it up himself???????? just a ✨suggestion✨
I got my second vaccine yesterday and I feel like shit but you know what I need? Din titty fucking reader and god damn am I going to deliver. Thank you for indulging me anon!
I also snuck in some fluff because Din may be an absolute machine but he's a big softie too ok?
**Warning: 18+ F!Reader, titty fucking, cum marking, swearing and fluff???.**
You and Din had been a thing for a few months now. You had both been tiptoeing around each other for weeks before you finally made a move and asked him to share your bedroll on a particularly cold hyperspace flight.
The rest, as they say, is history.
Now, you were helping Mando plot a course for his next bounty. The amount of knowledge the guy had still amazed you and sitting there listening to him list off all the coordinates and hi strategy plans had you feeling slightly hotter than usual.
You stared at him as he spoke, the deep rumble of the modulator leaving you feeling fuzzy as you couldn’t help but drift your mind back to the night before.
He had woken you up hard and aching and you had found yourself above him as he pressed bruises into your hips. Your fingers trailed down as you sat there and you hissed when you pressed into them.
You must’ve sat there for a while because you feel his hand suddenly shake your shoulder, “Hey. You listening?”
You could hear the smug smile he had under that helmet like he knew exactly what had you so distracted. You cleared your throat.
“Um yeah totally...you think the bounty is uh...gonna..” You trail off and glance away from him, embarrassed at the fact you had been thinking of the man in front of you being below you instead.
You hear Mando shuffle the blueprints and paper off the table and you look back just as he leans back in his chair opposite you, crossing his arms over his broad chest that makes your thighs clench on your seat.
“You okay there adika?”
Oh you loved it when he called you that.
“Mmhmm.”
He stands now and you follow him as he walks purposefully to your seat, placing himself between you and the table and he leans forward into your space.
“I know what you’re thinking about.”
You swallow.
“I know you’re thinking about last night. You know how I know?”
“Uh...no?”
He presses his helmet to your forehead, “because I’m thinking about it too.”
You gasp, and you close your eyes at the intoxicating presence that is the bounty hunter before you. He takes your hand and presses it to his crotch and you groan at the hard bulge you feel there.
“Been like this for twenty minutes adika. Can’t stop thinking about what you looked like with your mouth around my cock. How you felt above me.”
You whimper at the image. “Fuck Mando, I- I need you.”
He stands and drags you into him, walking you backwards before roughly shoving you to the floor where your bedroll lays. You lie there as he stands above you, watching as he palms himself over his flight suit.
“You’re very distracting.”
You smile up at him, “I have no idea what you mean.”
He lowers himself to the floor, beskar clanking against the crest floor as his hand drifts to your chest, toying with the shirt you had on.
He seems distracted when he says, “How much do you like this?”
You raise your eyebrow, “Uh, can’t say I’m particularly attached.”
Mando fists the material in his fist, “Good” and rips the material off your chest.
He growls when he sees you bare underneath, “Maker, I’m never getting tired of this,” and he fumbles with his flight suit again, bringing himself out and groaning as he starts pumping himself.
You sit up and swat his hand away, “thought you said you couldn’t stop thinking about my mouth,” and swallow him down, moaning at his musky scent that makes your pussy clench.
Mando’s hands find their way into your hair and guides your mouth as he fucks himself into you, hips snapping as he bends himself in half trying to get deeper, “that’s it, so needy for me mesh’la, drive me crazy.”
One hand squeezes his base as the other toys with your nipples and you have a thought, giving him one last suck and pulling off his cock with an obscene pop. You look up at him and he tilts his helmet, the hand on your nipple tugging harshly, “did I say you could stop?”
You lie back and sweep your ruined shirt off your chest, “I thought you might like to fuck something else.”
Mando seems stunned into silence and you bite your lip at the notion before he’s on you, beskar steel pressing into your chest, “You’re killing me adika.”
You press your breasts into his helmet and you moan at the coolness of metal on your heated skin, “C’mon Mando, I wanna feel you mark me.”
You hear him gasp and he’s gone, knees moving to frame your body as he slides his spit slick cock between your tits and you groan, “that’s it, that’s what I need.”
He shoves into your warmth, and whips his gloves off to squeeze yourself around his aching cock, “yeah...yeah..you need me marking you up don’t you. Maker, what I wouldn’t do...”
You shove your hand between you and rub at your aching clit, finding yourself ridiculously wet as Mando fucks himself into you, “Tell me, tell me what you’d do Mando. Please.”
He slows to a punishingly slow pace and you watch his visor as he speaks, your fingers slowly dragging through your wet slit as he speaks, “If I could? I’d keep you here for days. I’d mark you as mine with my teeth, my tongue, my cock. I’d leave you covered in me when I go hunt bounties knowing that wherever you go, people know who you belong to.”
You moan and thrust two fingers into yourself at the thought, Mando had never been this openly possessive and you loved it.
Since you became a thing you definitely noticed a change in him. He would sit in booths with his arm around the back of you or walk down the street with a palm splayed on your lower back but it was always subtle, never this brazen.
Watching him now you could feel the heat of his gaze, even through the T Visor. His hands squeezing your breasts tightly as he fucked into them. You press your other hand onto his chest, clutching his chest plate.
He picks up speed now and you get a peek at the tight tendons in his neck and the shudder that goes through his body. He’s close.
“Can I? Adika can I...can I mark you now? Please...please...”
You groan, five seconds ago he was all but defiling you with his words but he’s still asking permission, even in this state.
“Yes. Make me yours.”
The noise that left his chest was primal as he fucks between your tits, once, twice, before spilling across your chest and chin as he growls through it.
You thrust down onto your fingers, pushing into that spot that makes you see stars and you finish right alongside him, “Mando...ugh-fu-mando..” Your orgasm leaves you trembling and you look down at the mess covering your breasts, “fuck.”
Mando withdraws and seems enchanted, he looks up and then back down to you, “close your eyes.”
“What? Why?”
His voice seems strained, “Just do it.”
You squeeze your eyes shut and you hear a soft hiss from above you. Before you can remember what that sound means a soft warm tongue finds itself on your nipple and you gasp.
“Mando what are you?”
“Shhhh adika. Let me...let me do this”
The sudden softness of his actions make you smile, you think it's his way of apologising for being so rough. It’s rare you hear him without the helmet and you love how deep it is. You sigh as his tongue laps at his own mess and you thread your hands through his hair, it's so soft.
You feel weightless when you next speak, your eyes being closed giving you the confidence you needed to say “Mando?”
He hums.
“I’m so glad I found you.”
You feel him stop. There’s a moment of silence before you feel him press a soft kiss to your sternum. The words went unsaid but you knew his response.
Me too.
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Falling
Frankie Morales x f!Reader
Summary: Frankie’s stuck in his head about you. This definitely works as a standalone but I wrote it as a sequel to A Little Bit of Sugar
A/N: So I tried something different when I wrote this one - it’s unlike anything else I’ve written, but I hope you like it and I hope this brings some warmth to start off your new year!
Words: 4.1k
Warnings: a disgusting amount of softness (I apologize), angst but not really?, one minor mention of blood/injury
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Frankie matches his stride to yours as you walk down the gravel path back to your place. He tries to pay attention to something, anything, other than the nervous flickering of warmth in his chest—how you pull your coat tighter around yourself when a breeze hits, the sound of your boots clacking on the ground with each step, the colorful holiday lights nearby that cast a subtle glow on your hair.
It doesn't help.
He knows the directions well enough now—you’ve only been on a few dates but he’s walked you home every time. You look up at him and say something that makes him laugh, and he tries to let that feeling of ease course through him, willing it to last longer.
It doesn't.
He’s afraid he’ll blow it—the fact that he’s been on more than one date with you is already more than he expected. Hell, the fact that you'd even wanted to see him again beyond the coffee shop you'd met at was more than he expected.
Each time after your evenings together, the only thing he’s given and taken has been a quiet embrace, a question if you’d like to meet up again next week. And each time, you’ve said yes. But it hasn’t been anything other than that. Just an exchange of shy smiles, fleeting gazes, and maybe an awkward laugh as you wave and he walks off.
Frankie huffs quietly—chuckles at the irony of being beside himself with happiness while simultaneously being unable to act like a normal human being around you. He hasn’t felt this comfortable around anyone new in a long time. Even though it’s only been a few evenings he’s spent with you, he knows himself and the difference in the way he’s been falling asleep a little faster every night, the way he feels the rest of the world and its problems melt away on these few evenings, just for a while.
And that’s exactly why he doesn’t want to fuck this up. What if you don’t feel the same way—if you’re only hanging out with him as a friend? He shakes his head—that can’t be right. Because that brightness in your eyes when you look at him, how you smile and glance down at the ground when he tells you he enjoyed the night—he knows he mirrors it all. So he can’t be crazy. That’s what he keeps telling himself, anyways.
You break him out of the brief reverie, mentioning a place you think he’d like to go next time. Next time. He breaks out a grin—he really would like it. His hand sways as he walks, lightly brushing against the hem of the back of your jacket. He wants to take your hand, feel its warmth in his, bring it to his lips for the lightest of kisses. But he can't do it. Too soon, he tells himself.
After you’ve both passed the same familiar sights along the path, you finally make it to your house. You turn to face him, and Frankie feels that nervousness creep up on him again. You have that smile that makes him melt lingering on your lips, your hands shoved into your pockets as you look at him, an awkward silence falling between you as you shift your weight from one foot to another. Fuck, what is wrong with him?
He tells you again that he had a wonderful time, a genuine softness in his eyes and heat in his cheeks. He feels his heart about to pound out of his chest. You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, telling him the same and how you look forward to seeing him again. Those damn butterflies again. They seem to give him a nudge, almost as impatient as he is. Something about the glowing street lights and joyful ambiance nudges him a little harder—practically whacks him upside the head to just do it.
And then…
He murmurs a curt good night, turning to head back the way he came, not looking at whatever expression falls over your face as he does.
Frankie makes it exactly three steps before pausing where he is. He bites the inside of his cheek, briefly closing his eyes before turning back around—you’ve already started turning toward the door.
“Wait,” Frankie says abruptly, his voice more gruff than he expects as he calls your name. You turn and meet his eyes again, looking at him questioningly as he walks quickly up to you, stopping when he's inches away, before he can change his mind.
His hand trembles as he moves it to gently cradle your face, your surprised but soft, half-lidded gaze threatening to knock the air out of him.
“Can I...kiss you?” he murmurs, and before he can even think about what he’s just asked, your lips are on his, his hands on your waist pulling you in closer as he kisses you; delicate, light kisses of his warm lips to yours, a contrast from the biting winter air that surrounds you both.
~
Frankie’s bringing in some firewood from the yard when he sees you pulling up in front of his house. He’s spent the last thirty minutes chopping up some extra wood to make his house more cozy for your date tonight. Really it's just takeout and a movie, but something feels...different about it. You’ve gone to various places for your dates, but never his actual home, not for long. It’s been a rainy, cold week, so Frankie suggested staying in tonight, which you more than happily agreed to.
The rain has lightened up a little bit, slightly dampening your clothes as you get out of the car and grab your things. Frankie feels his pulse start to quicken, ignoring the mist of cool rain on his skin. God, even in this weather, you’re breathtaking.
Truthfully, he’d been thrilled at the idea of having you spend a date night in his home. But he didn’t anticipate the way he was more nervous this morning than he ever had been with you before, and he didn't have a clue as to why. He’s spent the day trying to make sure everything was perfect—cleaning up, making sure he had the food planned, spending a little longer picking out his clothes earlier, everything. Is this plaid button-up too much? Too little? It’s been driving him crazy, and he doesn’t understand it. His home is his safe place—a happy place, if he has such a thing. He wants it to be that way for you, too.
For a split second he imagines you with him at home; not just tonight, but always. Coming home to each other. Staying warm under the covers at night, fresh cups of coffee in the morning. Just as quickly, the thought disappears. It isn’t right. You’re good; too good to him, for him. How can he ever live up to what you deserve?
The slam of your car door brings him back to reality.
Messing with the firewood tonight probably wasn’t the best idea. Your smile fades when you get closer to him, a concerned frown on your face as you ask what happened to him.
He’d had a little accident when cutting up the wood earlier, giving himself a gash on his cheek, which started to bleed. A lot. It probably looks worse than it actually is. Because tonight is the perfect night for you to not be able to do anything right, Francisco. He was going to clean it up after he got done before you got here, but it’d taken him longer than he’d expected to get everything finished.
He brushes it off, telling you it’s no big deal, just a scratch. Not worth a fuss. Which you don’t buy, at all. Of course. By now you’ve both been standing in the drizzling rain for long enough that your hair has been matted down on your head and your clothes are starting to get soaked through.
He quickly gestures for you to come inside, the warmth of his home immediately comforting against the frigid chill of the rain.
“Frankie, please let me help with that,” you tell him as soon as he shuts the door behind you.
“It’s fine, it’s nothing—” he starts, but you cut him off, telling him you don’t mind and that dinner can wait. Way to start off the evening right, he swears silently at himself as he goes to grab the kit. He pulls a towel off the shelf, too, then heads back out to you in the living room. Wrapping the towel around you first, he takes a seat beside you in front of the fireplace and hands you the kit.
You start picking through it for what you need, but he stops you for a moment. Taking the towel off your shoulders, he carefully wipes away at the beads of rain on your skin while you watch silently. He clenches his jaw, purposefully avoiding your gaze. Once he’s finished, you murmur a soft thank you and he nods once, letting you get back to what you were doing.
With a gentle hand, you start to clean up the cut. Your fingers trace along his skin as though he’s made of glass; maybe he is right now. But Frankie doesn’t even flinch—he can barely focus on anything except you. Those kind eyes, your pursed lips as you concentrate on the task at hand...There’s definitely something wrong with him, and it’s not the wound on his face.
Before he knows it, you’re done, tucking everything back into the kit. “There…” you whisper softly, trailing off as your eyes examine your work, your fingers still lingering on his cheek.
Clean hands on broken skin.
“Th—There,” Frankie repeats, barely audible. He sees that twinkle in your eyes again, like maybe you’re distracted by other things, too. He feels his chest constrict.
This isn’t the first time he’s felt like he’s been giving you the short end of the stick. He bites the inside of his cheek, glancing down at the floor. He’s done things; bad things. It’s not fair to keep this...relatively new relationship going, when in the end he has nothing else to give except himself.
But as much as he feels like he's stringing you along for nothing...everything just falls into place when he’s around you. And the way you make him feel, it's like he has everything worth holding onto. That has to mean something, right?
He clears his throat, his mind coming back to you. You watch him with patient eyes, slowly removing your hand from his face. He immediately misses your touch.
“I—” he blurts out, taking your hand in his, gripping it for a second before letting go. But you take it again, the lightest of smiles on your lips, and Frankie feels warmth rush into his face again.
Before he can ramble any further, he leans into you, taking your face in his hands and presses his lips to yours. It surprises you at first, but you move closer to him, too. The kisses start out slow, tender, but then deepen as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer. You reciprocate, running your fingers through his dampened hair as his lips move urgently, desperately against yours, like this can’t last forever. He doesn’t want to think about that. For now, he wants to get lost in you.
When you finally break away from each other, it’s too soon; it’s always too soon. Frankie’s breathless, resting his forehead on yours, his hand tracing along your cheek, down to your jaw and then resting along your neck.
He lets a few seconds pass, trying to gather himself before speaking up again. “I...was going to say...I hope you like what I picked up for dinner,” he whispers, shyness suddenly coming over him.
You chuckle at his attempted change of subject, crinkles under your eyes that make his heart soften even more. When you move your hand onto his chest, he hopes you can’t feel his heartbeat pounding.
“It’s—I’m sure it’s perfect, Frankie. Whatever you chose.” You smile at him, and it’s then that Frankie wonders just how long he’s been a goner.
~
Frankie makes his way up the path to your house, the same one he's taken countless times now.
You’d told him to let himself in once he got to your place, so he opens the door after a few knocks and calls out your name. You don’t answer but the lights are on, and he catches the subtle smell of something burning, followed by some shuffling noises coming from the kitchen. Dinner is at your house tonight, as you’ve both grown fond of staying in rather than being out and having to deal with the bustling crowds.
He takes off his hat and calls your name again, a bit of concern in his voice this time as he smooths down his hair. You finally respond with a rushed muttering of acknowledgment and he follows your voice to the kitchen. When he gets there, he finds you hunched over, muttering some profanities as you pull a tray out of the oven.
You set it down and tuck the stray strands of hair behind your ear before turning to look at him. Frankie smiles, that same giddy grin he can’t seem to hold back whenever he sees you—but it drops a little when he takes in the expression on your face now. You look disheveled and exhausted, although you give him a half-hearted smile.
You and Frankie have been with each other on some of those longer days—the days where everything feels out of place. For many of those days you didn’t even know it was that kind of day for him. But it’s on those days that he’s found comfort, safety in you. Little things, big things; none of it matters when he’s with you.
“Are you okay? What happened?” he asks, moving closer to wrap his arms around you and place a soft kiss onto your head. When you pull away, you motion at the tray you’d just taken out.
You tell him you’d been baking pastries when you got home—his favorite kind—a surprise for when he got here. But it was a long day at work, and you were drained, so you’d decided to take a nap while everything was in the oven...and then proceeded to sleep through the timer.
“Everything’s ruined,” you tell him dejectedly, followed by a soft apology.
Frankie’s been so focused on the fact that you went out of your way to do something for him that he barely catches on to how upset you are.
“Hey—wait, no. Nothing’s ruined,” he reassures you, his voice instantly sweeter than sugar as he places his hands on your shoulders, then moves to cup your cheek.
Frankie thinks of the times you’d been together and things hadn’t gone according to plan—he’s not known for being the smoothest man alive, after all. Times where it was one mishap or another—but then he'd see that playful glint in your eyes, and you would make him laugh about it until his insides ached, and it would make him feel like nothing had gone awry at all.
“It’s just that...I wanted to do something special for you. It’s not much and it’s stupid, but—” you peer at him with those eyes that make him weak in the knees, and Frankie notices that same grounding warmth appearing in his chest again.
It's not the first time he's felt unbelievably lucky.
“Hey, it’s not stupid, silly,” he repeats, chuckling when you gesture dramatically at the burnt pastries on the table. “You didn’t need to do anything for me...you really made my favorites?” A gentle smile plays on his lips.
You laugh softly and nod, getting a grin from him in return.
He runs the pad of his thumb along your cheek, nonchalantly stating that you can make another batch and that he can help—you smile back, even though you both know he’s not much of a baker.
His eyes trace delicately over your features for the first time since he got here. He sees the patches of flour in your hair, on your clothes, and his eyes soften. He can’t believe you’re his —that he’s yours.
He thinks of how your nose crinkles when you smile after teasing him; how he’ll send you a text during the day when something makes him think of you, only to realize you’d never left his thoughts at all. The way the guys have been well-meaningly teasing him for acting differently lately. The way he hasn’t felt right lately—but not in a bad way—just different; like he was numb for a long time and now the novocaine has worn off.
And he realizes he’s fallen completely in love with you.
~
It was a rough night for Frankie. He’s been there before—nights where his mind is louder than the sharpest rings of thunder and he can’t get it to shut up, where all else around him seems hopeless, lost.
Dawn is just barely starting to peek through between the cracks in the curtains when Frankie opens his eyes, unsure of how long he was out for but knowing it couldn’t have been long. He closes them again, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he tries to avoid coming back to his senses.
But he does come back; back to the cool air on his exposed neck above the blanket, to the weight of himself sinking into the plush mattress. And he finds himself next to something warm—you. His eyes flutter open again, taking in the form of your silhouette in the dark as you lay next to him, fast asleep.
He’d called you. He didn’t want to—it was late, later than it usually hits him. But you picked up, and you seemed to know before he said a single word. He didn’t even tell you what was wrong at first, just muttered profuse apologies laced through broken whispers. He really didn’t hear much of what you said after that—but just hearing your voice was enough. It’s always enough, more than he ought to have. I’ll be there soon, you told him. You hung up before he could argue otherwise.
That’s how you ended up here, in his arms, though it started off with him in yours.
He can’t see much of you, but Frankie marvels at the way your quiet breaths steady his own heartbeat, how the fabric of your shirt falls delicately over the curve of your waist where his hand rests now.
He wraps his whole arm over you, gently pulling you flush against him as you unconsciously tuck yourself into the space below his neck. His mind is still heavy, but simultaneously he feels safe. Home.
He holds you like this for a while longer, savors the warmth of you against him, the silent peace that washes over him. He doesn’t know if he’ll fall asleep again but he tries, counting his exhales as his fingers trace along your back.
It’s not long before you stir a bit in his arms, rubbing your eyes as you recall where you are. You put a hand on his chest, then move it to hold his face as you whisper some sleepy words of love and reassurance. They’re words he’s said to you time and time again, as if they’re in limited supply. And you tell him just as often, but he’s always found it hard to let himself believe it.
You always seem to know exactly what he needs before he realizes it himself—even if it’s the darker hours of the night—and you’re always ready to drop everything just for him...it’s everything he would do for you, although he’d do so much more if he possibly could.
Frankie knows now. It’s here in the dark, with you in the fragile space in his arms and the hollows of his heart that he knows—you love him just as much as he loves you.
Your groggy voice fills the silence. “I’ve always wondered ‘why not me’,” you murmur, still half-asleep.
He caresses your face with the back of his hand, a gentle smile as he asks what you’re talking about.
“Everyone around me...It seemed like everyone was finding their person. But never me,” you repeat, yawning as you blink your eyes open.
“But I know now...” you trail off, moving to rest your head on his chest. “I never found anyone else because I was supposed to meet you.”
You say it so casually, so calmly but it doesn’t hit Frankie with any less force. You’re too drowsy to think anything of it, but these words will carry him for a long time. Wherever he is, he’s never more at home than when he’s with you.
You don’t add anything else, simply draping your arm over him and moving in closer as you curl up and try to find sleep again. He’s unable to find the right words to respond, simply leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head.
Frankie reaches down and pulls the blanket over both of your shoulders, shutting his eyes once again and tries to join you in that state of slumber. It’ll be easier, he thinks. You’re here, and he’s home. And you fit perfectly in his arms—you always do.
~
“Okay, just keep them closed,” Frankie says with underlying excitement in his voice. He’s standing behind you with his large hands over your eyes, and you’re unable to peek through them.
You laugh with confusion. “Seriously, what are you doing, Frankie?”
He doesn’t answer, just shushes you and carefully guides you forward, helping you sit down on the bar stool by the kitchen counter.
“Okay, okay. You good here?” He asks, resisting and chuckling when you try to pry his hands away.
“Yes, Francisco, now move your giant hands,” you demand playfully.
He releases his hands and you look around, still confused as your eyes fall on the countertop in front of you. “A...cup of coffee?”
He’s still standing behind you, leaning over your shoulder. “Not just a cup of coffee,” Frankie huffs with feigned offense. “Coffee from the shop we met at.”
You chuckle again, still perplexed, but he just puts his hands on your shoulder. “See if you can guess the drink,” he tells you, his tone entirely mischievous.
You raise your brows, but wrap your hands around the paper cup, letting it warm your hands and inhaling the familiar scent of your favorite shop. Finally taking a sip, you concentrate and try to pick out anything that might be different about it, but come up with nothing.
“This is my usual order…” you shake your head, taking another sip and trying to figure out what he’s being so sneaky about.
Still nothing.
You give up, setting the cup down and spinning around on the stool to face him. “Frankie, what—”
But he’s not right behind you—he’s on one knee on the floor. You let out a tiny gasp and swear your heart stops beating as your mind goes from confusion to realization to a complete flooding of surprised emotions. You slide off the stool and stand in front of him, trying not to burst into tears while failing to maintain your composure. Frankie has this timid but equally giddy grin on his face as he looks up at you, holding the black velvet box in his hand.
Frankie’s so distracted watching your reaction that he completely forgets that he needs to say something now, and his mind seems to finally register the apprehension in the rest of his body. The grin changes into a nervous smile as he inhales, then exhales.
“I—fuck,” he trails off, trying to gather his thoughts again as you chuckle with amusement. “I...you know you’re the world to me, and then some,” he starts, a tremor in his voice. “I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you, and I…You make me a better person—hell, you make me want to be a better person…” he continues to ramble as you move closer before dropping to the floor with him, throwing your arms around him.
“You’d make me the happiest man alive if...wait, I mean, I’m already the happiest man alive, but I would be even happier…” His supportive arms embrace you as he laughs, full of relief, and murmurs into your hair between your sobs. “...if you would do me the honor of being my wife.”
He’s so beside himself that he’d missed all the times you’d repeatedly said yes while in his arms, so you tell him again, his face in your hands, and he beams as you pull away to look at him.
Once he slips the dainty, understated ring onto your finger, you pull him back in, his lips meeting yours as he holds you like this is the only place he was ever meant to be—much like how you’d found each other in that quaint little coffee shop what seems like forever ago.
~
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