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noname-404s-blog · 7 months
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samhm · 27 days
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Just a dream
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Contexto: mientras Angel tenía una pesadilla Husk decide ayudarlo ronroneando cerca suyo hasta que vuelve a dormir tranquilamente :3
Por cierto, Fat nuggets está en el dibujo, solo que no se nota por mis trazos 😿
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flanaganfilm · 1 year
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If there's one horror trope (other than the jumpscare) that you could get rid of, what would it be?
I think the one that annoys me the most is cell phones. The dead battery trope, or the inexplicably lost signal trope - I understand why they exist, because it's very hard to justify why people can't use their phones as life lines in a horror movie. I've even gone as far as to lean toward setting things in different decades just to avoid the cell phone problem. It's one of the reasons Bly Manor was set in the 1980s, because we knew that the entire ensemble having access to cell phones would make the plot almost impossible to advance as the story progressed.
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I suppose the other ones I dislike are the "Just a Dream" scares. There are some examples of these done very well - THE DESCENT has a gorgeous one in the first act, which sets up an absolutely heartbreaking one in the final act - but for the most part, these are an excuse to sneak a scare into a story without reason or consequence. I'm guilty of using these myself - sometimes there is huge pressure from above to add scares, and it's too early to let the characters in on the supernatural events - but sometimes these moments are just cynical and frustrating.
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As for jumpscares, as the current Guinness World Record holder for Most Jumpscares in an Episode of Television - more times than not, they work against the horror. There are beautiful examples of scares done magnificently well, but 99/100 of them diffuse tension, I believe.
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writerofcreativity · 6 months
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I have a mini dream today where it's late and Reiko started cooking for Y/n.
When he presented it to them, they are surprised to see a perfect meal in front of them.
"What? Do you expect me just to be good at fighting? That is true but I can do many things that come as a surprise."
Let that sink into your minds for Reiko fans.
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astraeusastro13 · 21 days
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There’s a case that clicks on, but it’s not being read by Chester, it’s like Daria or Needles where it’s its own recording.
Everyone hears Chester’s voice introducing himself as “Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus institute” , he reads a statement that we haven’t heard before, and at the end Martin pops in offering tea, and they realize it’s Norris.
Alternatively they find a cassette tape with the same content.
Is this likely to happen, no, probably not, but I would enjoy it and the chaos it would bring.
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navybrat817 · 2 months
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Do you have a Bucky x Nick story?
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Sadly, nonnie, the fics I have that feature both Nick and Bucky, Nick is soft!dark or dark. Heed the warnings.
Well, this you just have to read. I won't spoil it.
I would actually love to write a fic where both are dark or not and willingly share you. I also have an idea in mind for dark!Bucky and Nick actually being a decent guy.
Love and thanks! ❤️
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rolandokaluf · 3 months
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💭🤍
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icanbeyourjedi-writes · 8 months
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It Was Just A Dream... Chapter Two
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Summary: Frankie is all moved in, or is he? A cute game of cat and mouse has an ending you wouldn’t expect, Frankie’s mood swings end with an outcome neither of them expected.  Words: 5,000+ Rating: 18+ Adult Themes Warnings/Triggers:  Addiction, Falling for Your Brothers Friend, Language, OFC is somewhat described as someone with longer hair, but no race/eye color/body type  
A/N: I don’t know much about addiction, just the things that I googled and seen portrayed on TV. This is completely an AU. I had the beginning of this story pop in my head randomly and thought it sounded fun to explore. Sure we all love Frankie was that sweet puppy dog…but what if he had his own inner demons he had to battle with.  The ‘coke charge’ was mentioned in TF and I kinda wanted to explore that side of him. 
**This is written asa  first person, and it's my first time writing in first person, so please be gentle with me. I also include Frankie's POV which will be Bold and Italics
It took two days, four, well three and a half strong men moved all of Frankie’s stuff. My house might be small, but the best part. Despite only having two bedrooms, the bedrooms are huge. The guest room is slightly smaller than my master and there isn’t an attached bathroom but still plenty is space for his stuff. I kept the small desk there, well honestly that was the only thing I had there. Five years of living here and my guest room was still empty. Mostly why I think Benny volunteered my space, I was also someone he knew. All of Frankie’s belongings were still in taped boxes. We didn’t know how long Benny was going to be gone, it made sense to bring more than just a duffle bag of stuff. 
It's been two weeks since he had moved in, his clothes still in boxes, extra bedding still in boxes. He’s been wearing the same gray sweatpants and black shirt since he got here. Now don’t get me wrong, I love a man in specifically gray ones as much as the next girl, but he hasn’t changed. I don’t even know if he has showered. Seeing him all mopey is making me mad and slightly frustrated. I know he would much rather be back at what has been his home for years, but he needs help and I want to help. I just have no idea what I am doing. I’m feeling guilty making him move, and I know I shouldn’t. 
Thanks to having no social life I had a lot of PTO built up, I’ve been off these two weeks trying to help him feel at home. It’s been mostly awkward living with him when it shouldn’t. Awkward grunts, one word answers, he eats alone despite my best efforts. Yesterday he came out of his room and talked to me, it was about a cricket outside his window that just wouldn’t shut up. It was the first time he seemed to be normal? Is that even the right word, what is normal? 
It’s late afternoon, and he had been in his room the entire day. Walking past his room and I see him sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the boxes sitting along the wall picking at his fingernails. He has had mood swings that have him going from happy to sad in seconds.  I thought about walking past him again, keep going on with my day.  But I couldn’t stand seeing the boxes still stacked. It felt like he was ready to move as soon as Benny stepped foot on American soil again, and I was terrified of seeing him live like he didn’t belong here.  I stop and gently tap on the open door, “hey…you want some help with those?”
He doesn’t look up at me, instead he just continues to stare at the box, “there’s just so much, I don’t know where to start” he takes a deep breath hanging his head 
I walk into his room, he is still sitting on the bed. I grab the top box labeled ‘shirts’ and then turn back towards him. I tap his foot with mine, motioning with my head he needs to move. He stands up and watches as I drop the box on the bed and start grabbing a few shirts and put them in one of the many empty drawers. I hear him sigh with disapproval and I look at him “What?” I groan in frustration 
“They need to be folded neatly, and by color. As well as style, but it’s fine…it’s fine. I’ll just do it later” he rubs the back of his neck
Call it being a perfectionist, I call it someone who was trained that everything always had to have order.  Everything needed to have crisp lines, be organized.  Having its rightful spot, years of military training would do this to a person and I was all too aware that it wasn’t fine.
I pull the shirts back out of the drawer, hoping he doesn’t see my eye roll and I set them back in the box. I didn’t expect this to be easy, but I also didn’t expect I was going to have to be his mother and not a friend. I didn’t think I was going to have to tell Frankie to eat, to take a shower. All the things I thought he already knew, was he like this in rehab? “Then refold the shirts and put them in the drawer” shit was that too aggressive? “I think I might make you feel more at home if you do” I put a hand on his shoulder gently rubbing it. 
I watch as he takes a shirt out, folds it meticulously. The edges of the shirt are perfect, he sets it on the bed, his hand running over the shirt, taking out any wrinkles. Every shirt has an order, by color, type, it is memorizing watching him as he moves. Folding every time with such perfection. I have to shake my head and snap out of it, I grab another box and open it to find it stuffed with boxers. He is completely focused on his shirts as I work to put the boxer briefs in a drawer hoping the fold in half method works for him. 
I pull out black pair after black pair.  There was an occasional gray mixed in. After seeing him in those gray sweatpants for the past two weeks my mind can’t help but imagine him in these and how great they would make his thighs look, his…’stop.  Don’t think about that. He’s now your roommate you can’t do that’ all those thots fall when I pull out a baby blue pair with little cat heads wearing headsets. Different types of helicopters fill the empty space between the cat faces. I can’t but giggle holding them up, Frankie stops what he is doing and looks up, “care to explain these” holding the boxers in the air and shake them, I arch an eyebrow at him smiling 
He reaches across and snatches them from my hands “nope…” he paused for a moment fold the boxers in half “you got them” he places them on the bottom of the drawer under the pile of black ones 
“I did?” I truly don’t remember. One would think someone would remember getting boxers that looked like that 
“Yeah, Christmas a few years ago” he returns his focus to the shirts in the box
”Oh my God, you’re right. I did” I laugh
”You said, that I was impossible to shop for, and you wanted something unique to remember you when I was away” 
Frankie is the most impossible person to shop for. He always would say he didn’t need anything, he said to not waste money on a guy like him. He wasn’t worth it. I watch Frankie roll his eyes as I tell him again that he is impossible to shop for. A hint of a smile begins to appear and I think that we might have a breakthrough. I finished the box I was working on, broke it down and leaned it against the wall. Frankie pulls out his last shirt and folds it, setting it on the top of a pile. Grabbing the small stack he turns and starts to put them in the top drawer. I grab the box and start to break it down when I see a film strip inside. I reach in and grab the photos. 
I stare at them, a clean shaven, wide-eyed twenty something Francisco Morales. I had a photo from this shoot, but I never saw these two. It was before his first deployment and the guys went and did some ‘glamor shots’ as a gag gift. Frankie’s in a purple shirt and leather jacket. His brown hair falling perfectly into place. The first photo his hands are in his back pockets. Showing off his impressive chest and broad shoulders, his smile that makes one’s heart beat a little faster and an instant panty dropper. The other, I swear, he could have been a model. His arms crossed over his chest. His biceps bursting the seams of his jacket, his lips pursed together in a brooding expression. Holy shit, he’s hot…“What do we have here?”
Frankie turns and looks at me, it takes a moment for him to realize what I’m holding in my hand. “Give those here” he reaches for them and I quickly pull them away
”Nope…” I laugh and hold them up, inspecting the photos a bit more
”Lex” he says, a bit more authoritative, it’s deep and it’s sexy. He takes a step towards me, I take a couple small steps towards his open door. I try to keep a distance between us 
I have a small idea, “you want them?” I ask slowly moving backward closer to the door, he starts to close the distance nodding his head yes, “then you’ll just have to come and get them” I smile and turn to run through the door. 
He bolts out of the room following me, I forget how fast he is and how incredibly silent he can be. He’s on my heels in an instant and I run a circle around the couch. Heading past him and into the kitchen, stopping at one end of the small island. He’s facing me on the other side “Lex…” he says.  I smile, laugh and run past his outstretched arm.  
“Gotta be quicker than that Morales” I ran around the house again, waiting for him to turn and find me again. I lose my breath as I’m back in his room, the bed as a barrier between us. I look at the photos and see him strut back into his room. I clearly didn’t think this through completely as I find myself trapped on the one side of the bed. Frankie blocking the only exit. He starts to walk around the bed, he’s standing at the end while I move further up closer to the headboard. I’m waiting for him, I have my escape planned. He fakes a step to the left towards me and I step up onto his bed. The piles of shirts start to fall when I bring my other foot up. He reaches across the bed, “Bad move, Miller” he snarls and wraps a hand around my ankle pulling it out and dropping me to the bed. 
I hold the photos above my head, he pulls me closer. Placing his thigh is between my legs and crawling the bed until  he’s hovering over my body. We’re both laughing and I struggle to keep the photos out of his reach. His large hand captures both of my wrists and pins them to the bed. I squirm below him, trying to break free.  “Stop moving” he grunts, his other hand lands on my hip. Holding me tightly in place, my shirt slightly raised and his thumb slowly rubbing against my bare skin. Our laughter slowly turns into heavy breathing. 
His face is so close, I can feel his warm breath. His eyes are so full of life now, I see the small parts of the old Frankie. The Frankie that became a friend, family, a crush. My heart is pounding and I am pretty positive Frankie can hear it, his hand is setting my skin on fire and I have no idea what is happening. But I want to kiss him, I want him to kiss me, I want to feel his lips on mine. “Frankie…” I whisper 
“Hmmm” he leans closer to me, his nose brushing along mine 
I don’t know what I was going to say, I didn’t imagine us ending up like this. I clearly didn’t think this through and I have no idea what to do. Time seems to move slow, and I don’t know how long we stay like this. His eyes focused on mine, I feel like he is looking into my soul. Does he want me to kiss him? Should I kiss him? His hand still wrapped around my wrists, the other still holding my hip. 
“KISS HIM ALREADY” my inner voice yells. I finally make a move, I close the short distance between, my lips just about to touch his when my phone rings in my back pocket. His hand releases my wrists and he sits up on the bed. I close my eyes, wishing I didn’t take so long to make the move. I reach behind me, pulling out my phone. It was work, I smiled and mouth a sorry to him, sliding the answer button and bringing the phone to my ear. “Hello” I stand and walk out of his room 
“Why didn’t I kiss her? She was right there…would she even want me to kiss her?” He thinks to himself, running his fingers through his hair 
He looks at himself in the mirror. The same sweatpants he’s been wearing for well over a week, he looked like a hot mess. At least the shirt was clean, or he thought his shirt was clean. He sees the unruly hair, the 5 o’clock shadow had turned into a fully grown beard. “Because you're a pathetic loser, look at you. She’d never want you to kiss her” that negative voice inside him says. Frankie shakes his head, hands covering his face. He rubs his eyes and tries to remember Will telling him wasn’t.  But the thing is, Will was never a very good liar and the voice becomes louder and louder. 
“Fishie…hey Fish” her voice brings him back. He looks up at her “hey, you ok?
“yeah…yeah” he says, but her face tells him she doesn’t believe him. 
“uhm, ok.  I gotta run to work for a bit. I’m not sure when I’ll be home but there’s money on the table. Order some take out”  
He nods, giving her his best smile and watches as she walks away. He hears the door open and close.  Standing up he peeks his head out the door, he doesn’t hear her. He just needs to take the edge off. He knows he will feel a lot better when he can’t feel anything again. He knows he doesn’t have much left, but enough to last him at least today. He’ll worry about tomorrow-tomorrow. Thank God he hid the green can well enough that Alex didn’t find it. Just one hit, that’s all he needs.
“Take a shower, you’ll feel better after a shower. You’re better than this” he can hear Will’s voice. 
It didn’t.
“Food, get some food. Don’t do this Cat” the voice says
My phone dances on my desk as I finish some paperwork. I had plenty of PTO built up, but the doctor's office had an influx of new patients and I was one of the few who knew how to enter all the data and get them set up. It wasn’t where I pictured myself when I graduated college with a degree in film.  But it’s a good paying job, and it kept me close to home. 
Fishie 🐟: u like Pad Thai 🍲 
Me: Not really, and I don’t think that’s Pad Thai haha
Fishie 🐟: oh ok what u want? 
I type back a response, telling him to order what he wants. The money on the table was for him to do what he wanted. I might not like Pad Thai, but that shouldn’t stop him from ordering it. I finish typing a few things and grab my phone. I walked over to some of my coworkers who were getting ready to head out as well. I lean against Laura’s desk. She was chatting with a few of the nurses, I watched my phone as the little bubble with dots popped up, then disappeared, appeared again, and disappeared again. I sigh, my head drops. His mood swings are driving me insane. 
Me: I like noodles, with teriyaki sauce if that counts as Pad Thai
“What’s up Buttercup” Laura smiles cheerfully
”Have you ever had to help a friend with an addiction?” I look up, the mouths all open “seriously. A friend, not me” 
“What kind of addiction?” Laura asks, she was my go-to at work. Her upbeat attitude always had the answers 
“Narcotics…” I reply 
Is this friend living with you?” a nurse asks 
I tell them how the friend just got out of rehab, I leave out the part that the friend is a he, and the he is Frankie. I tell them how rehab said something about how they shouldn’t be left alone, doctors orders they need to live with someone in case of a relapse. “Sometimes I feel like I see the person I became friends with, then sometimes hhhh-they are a completely different person. Someone I don’t even know and it’s only been two weeks” 
“Just keep being there for them, don’t push too hard. But they need to know you are there for him. I mean them, no matter what it is, they can trust you” she puts a hand on top of mine 
“You can’t give up on them.  No matter how hard they try to push you away, you push back. They’ll have their moments but like Laura said, you just need to be there. Letting them know you won’t give up on them” 
“Thanks,” I take a deep breath and stare at my phone, he still hasn’t responded “I just wish I knew what he needed, he doesn’t talk” 
“Give it time, he will open up when he’s ready” 
'Did she just say he? How does she know' I think
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I walk into the house, kicking off my shoes and dropping my purse off on the little side table. I hear grunting from down the hall. ‘Oh please don’t tell me he has a girl here’ I think to myself moving towards his room. “Frankie?” 
T-Shirts he had just folded and pants were thrown into the hall. I move towards the open door dodging pants being thrown out as I get close, I look into his room and it looks like a tornado hit. The mattress shoved against the wall, drawers empty and pulled from the dresser, clothes thrown around the room. I see Frankie bent over in his closet he had on a new pair of dark green sweats on, he’s shirtless. Little water droplets still cling to his hair and a towel draped over the back of a chair. 
“Where the fuck is it?!” he shouts as I watch him throw more things around. 
“Where is what?” I ask, and instantly regret it 
He turned quickly looking at me, his eyes filled with rage and nostrils flaring. I’ve never seen this look before, and he slowly starts to walk towards me. There’s an evil glint to his eye and it scares me. 
“Where the fuck did you put it Alexandra?” He snarls 
“If you told me what you are looking for…” I tried to not raise my voice, trying to keep calm. He needs me to remain calm. 
“YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR! DON’T PLAY STUPID” 
The yelling intensifies and I know the neighbors can hear us, stay calm. Don’t make things worse. 
What happened to the Frankie from earlier? 
“I need you to calm down, Frankie. Please. Just tell me what you're looking for and I can help” I wanna put my hand on his shoulder, ground him. Let him know I’m here, but he’s breathing heavy, his lip curls up in an evil grin. 
“I know you have it!” he says in an oddly calm manner, “JUST GIVE IT TO ME!!!” He yells 
He takes a step closer, he raises his fist. I flinch as the closed hand comes flying towards me and it connects with the wall inches from my head. “Give it to me now Alex” he growls
“What in the hell is your problem!?” I yell shoving his chest back
“You! Benny! This stupid fucking place. I don’t want to be here!” His eyes begin to water and a tear streams down his cheek, he takes a couple steps back
“Fine, then fucking leave! No one is forcing you to be here Francisco” I try to hold back by own tears “I am sick and tired of seeing you being all mopey and shit.  You don’t want to be here, FINE” 
Shit…I am pretty sure I just over stepped. I go to open my mouth to apologize and there is a hard knock at the door followed by a “Police” 
“You called the Police?” He shouts 
“I’ve been standing in front of you the entire time arguing with you. When would I have had time to call the police?” I say, I back up and move towards the front door. The knocks become more aggressive “I’m coming!” 
I unlock the door and see three officers standing there. They all have a concerned look on their faces
”Good evening ma’am. We got a call about some yelling and wanted to make sure everything was ok” the taller officer said
”Everything is fine. It’s great. Just swell” my words are dripped with sarcasm
“Do you mind stepping outside to talk to my partner Officer James” he looks over my shoulder and sees Frankie, “hey there sir.  Mind coming over here for a moment?” 
He is sitting on the porch as she stands by the car. He fucked up, she’s given up on him. He’s given up on himself. 
“What’s your name?” The youngest officer asks him 
Frankie reads the name printed on his chest. T. Baker. “Frank, my name is Frank and everything is fine Officer Baker” 
Baker keeps asking bin questions.  What happened, did she hit him. Did he hit her? How long has he been living here? What was their relationship? Frankie becoming more annoyed with each question. What did it matter? He fucked things up and he needed a hit more then ever. He was looking for his coke, she found him on a downward spiral but there was no way he was going to tell him that. Suddenly the questions take a turn, when Officer Baker notices a tattoo on his chest. 
“What branch?” 
“Excuse me” Frankie responds confused 
“Your tattoo?”
“Oh yeah, Army. Special Ops, I was a pilot” 
He has a tattoo on the left side of his chest, a helicopter flying. A sun and clouds shaded in the background. The helicopter with incredible detail, one of the ones he first learned how to fly. A few men repelling from the bird.  Just below a group of trees
“Thank you for your service sir.  Wait here, I have some stuff for you” Baker nods his head and walks to the patrol car 
He watches him shuffle down the stairs, he sees Alex and for a moment they lock eyes. His heart nearly stops as he sees the tears in her eyes that she quickly wipes away. He caused this pain and for what, a stupid little hit that was nearly enough to take away the pain. He ruined everything. The afternoon was so great, and now she wants him out. Officer Baker was walking back with a stack of papers in his hand. 
“For the hundredth time, he didn’t hurt me. He would never do that” I groaned. I have said the same thing over and over. Are they trying to get a different answer? Despite Frankie punching a hole in the wall, he would never lay a hand on me. 
I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes taking in a deep breath. When I open my eyes, I see Frankie. His eyes locked onto mine. The hurt, the pain, he looks lost. The officer hands him a stack of papers. His hands shaking as he takes them, he turns his head down and he walks into the house. 
“Ms. Miller, if you need anything else please give us a call” the officer sees his small notebook and sticks it in his chest pocket. “Have a good night” he walks past me and heads to his car. 
I head to the steps of my front porch watching the officer who had spoken to Frankie walk down. He stops me before I walk past him, “he’ll be ok. Just give it time. I’ve been there. He’s got a good girlfriend, just be patient with him” 
I stop in my tracks, my jaw drops. What the hell did Frankie tell him? “Wait…what?” I ask. But it was too late, the officer already getting back into his car. I shake my head and walk into the house locking the door behind me. 
It’s getting late and I’m hungry. I walk past the hallway that leads to the bedrooms and notice Frankie bent over picking up the clothes that had been thrown into the hallway. I should say something, I should apologize to him. I get distracted, watching the muscles in his back strain with every movement. ‘Focus Alex’. What is wrong with me, this man just put me through a roller coaster of emotions. I can’t get distracted by something as stupid as watching him work. 
I shake my head and walk towards the kitchen. I hope to find some leftover takeout since I know the fridge is empty. Instead I find the $20 left on the table in the same exact place I left it. I can’t leave, that would require me letting Frankie know, and it might be petty but I really don’t want to talk to him right now, maybe even for the rest of the night. I open the freezer and pray that the ice cream is still there. I open the door and find the pint of cookie dough ice cream still sitting there. I do a little happy dance and grab a spoon. I make my way to the living room and flop down on the sofa, turning on the TV and pop the top off digging in. 
“I fucked up…” he says to himself folding the shirts, putting them back in the dresser. He pushes the mattress back onto the frame and sits on the edge of his bed. He looks up and sees the hole he had punched into the wall. An image of Alex’s face floods his memory. He fucked up so bad that she didn’t even say two words to him when she came back into the house. He left the pamphlets on the coffee table, she’s going to find them. He knows it.
The papers were for local rehabs where VA’s held sobriety classes.  They had everything from AA to NA to Gambling. He didn’t want to go to rehab again, he felt more alone then he ever had there. That’s where he met George, well Steve really. He made it though those 30 days thanks to him smuggling in just enough coke to help them both function like normal adults. Nicole, well she helped in other ways. One keeping his secret and she helped him take his mind off things when he was able to bury himself in her. She wasn’t who he wanted, but she was there.  She was a quick fuck. It didn’t mean anything, and he felt bad when he told her it wasn’t going to last when he left. His mind racing with all these thoughts, he’ll finish cleaning later. He’ll patch the hole tomorrow. Right now he has something bigger to take care of. He needs to repair this whatever-ship he had with Alex. He needs her. 
He plops on the couch next to her, she doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t even look at him, she focused on the ice cream in her hand and the moving pictures on the TV
”Ice cream for dinner?” He asks ‘great icebreaker Morales, you idiot’ his inner demon mocks him 
“Yeah, the perk of being an adult. No one can tell me what to eat Franklin” she stuffs another spoon into her mouth, “that and someone didn’t buy dinner like I told them too” 
‘She called me Franklin…maybe she’s not that mad’ he reads her face, it’s softened…a hint of a smile. Then she said that last part, and it changes to instant regret. She turns to look at him “shit. I’m so sorry that was-“ 
“No…no I deserved that” he interrupts her, “can I have a bite?” 
She eyes him, something between a grin and a smirk on her face. She sticks the spoon into the ice cream and scoops out a tiny pile, moving the spoon to his open mouth. 
“I’m sorry Lex he says mouth full of ice cream
He looks at the ground, he’s picking at his nails. I can see the inner struggle he’s having and it breaks my heart, I have no idea how to help. I watch as his mind tries to find the words he wants to say. I go to open my mouth, but he stops me “I am really sorry” he says again 
“What happened today?” I ask him setting the ice cream on the table and turning to face him 
“I was looking for…fuck…I was looking for some coke. I thought I had some left. I am so sorry. I didn’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. Rehab didn’t do shit” he’s talking fast and I’m trying to keep up. 
He tells me about George, how they were doing just enough to get by.  Nicole helped them not get caught. He doesn’t know how George was able to get the contraband in, but he did. They exchanged information, and he was helping Frankie. He wasn’t doing as much as he used to, which I guess is good, he thought he had some left.  A small tin can was what he was looking for, he was terrified that I found it when we were unpacking. 
“How many days has it been?” I ask 
“I don’t know, maybe five days?” He doesn’t sound very positive 
“Maybe five days? How many days Frankie?” 
“Three…it’s been three days and I am going crazy” he says ‘then we almost kissed and I panicked and I was on edge and just needed a hit’ he thinks to himself 
“ok” she says and stands up. 
“Wait where are you going?” He asks, panic setting in 
He’s worried that she is going to get his bag, she’s gonna ask him to leave. This is too much, this isn’t what she signed up for. She’s given up on him. His head falls back, he wants this couch to eat him alive. He wanted to disappear before and that feeling is ten times worse, now that she knows his secret. 
She comes back a large poster in her hand, the other has a sharpie and stickers. She sits it on the table and sits on the floor next to Frankie. He watches as she makes little boxes, writing dates, making a calendar. Her tongue peeks out of her tongue as she concentrates on the task at hand. He leans forwards, and continues to watch over her shoulder. She looks up at him, “ok did you use today?”
He shakes his head no “I couldn’t find it”
“right..” she puts a little star sticker on today's date “and you said three days since the last time”
He nods. She puts a sticker on the past three days
“What are you doing?” He asks 
That was a great question. What was I doing? This idea sounded crazy in my head, even more crazy as I explained to Frankie. It would be like a reward chart.  Something like when you were a kid and had chores, you’d get a sticker for each thing completed. The more stickers you get a reward. The more I say this, and look at his face of confusion the more dumb this idea sounded. He isn’t a kid, I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. 
“This is stupid, just forget it.” I sigh pushing the stuff away from me
His large hands stop the poster from moving, he brings it closer. 
“What is my reward?” He asks curiously 
“Uhm…what do you want?” 
“Pancakes…” he says
”Pancakes? Really?” and he nods “ok how about we start with a week, you make it a week, I’ll make you pancakes” 
“With sprinkles?” His boyish smile is back, his eyes wide and I have a little hope that this stupid, wacky, insane idea might work
I smile and nod at him. I move to sit next to him on the couch, “I’ll have to go buy some. But sure, you can have sprinkles” 
“Hey Lexi, one more thing?” He asks “Can we get some helicopter stickers?”
I smile and cup his cheek, my thumb gently brushing the trimmed beard, “yes Franklin. We can get some helicopter stickers” 
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ANN: A huge shout out to @musings-of-a-rose for helping me with this and giving me confidence to post this in first person. I am still terrified of it. @theewokingdead and @heythere-mel for listening to my random ass ideas at all hours. I love each and every one of you.

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it was only just a dream
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tealdecay · 1 month
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Warm
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crazycatgirl420 · 1 year
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Just A Dream part 2
A dpxdc soulmate fic
Dick went to bed that night, just like every night before. After a three hour patrol around the neighborhood, because it was a school night, after punching some robber wannabes in the gut and then going home to shower, Dick didn't expect tonight to be any different than normal.
But then he fell asleep. And there was a very suburban house waiting for him.
Knocking on the door seemed the most obvious thing to do.
The one who opened the door, a young girl around his own age, bright red hair and beautiful green-blue eyes, smiled shy at him.
"Nice to meet you, come inside, welcome! Oh, this is so exciting, I've been looking forward to meeting you for a while. I'm Jazz!"
"Call me Dick!" He said, offering her his hand.
She blushed but shook his hand, with a bright smile.
"I'll show you around!" Jazz said. And she did.
Dick learned where all the bedrooms were, the kitchen, and bathroom, and the basement.
"My brother's bedroom is off limits though. I know he's almost ten years old, if you knock on the door-"
"Hey, do you have black nail polish? I built my model rocket but the colors are wrong," dream Danny said, a quote from just a few hours before Jazz went to bed.
"He sounds just like he does in the real world but I'm scared to open the door."
"Wouldn't your brother be there as you remember him?" Dick asked.
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Dick nodded, like he understood, but as an only child he didn't understand.
Jazz sighed, before twisting her face in concentration. A collage of photos appeared on the door of her brother's room.
Photos of a baby in bright colored onesies, to a toddler running around the livingroom, to a before and after photo of a black haired kid getting a major hair cut, then the boy standing outside a middle school with two other kids.
"I know my brother is ten years old, but I remember when he wasn't ten years old," Jazz said. "I'm scared about what it'll say about me, to open that door and see baby Danny waiting for me instead,"
After the tour of the house, they spent the rest of their time together in the livingroom playing board games. It was a simple night, peaceful.
Dick wondered what his dream world would look like when Jazz visited it.
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sneasedtomeetyou · 1 year
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Had a dream all the Pokémon here at the house could talk to me. The Sneasels were clamoring to ask me what type I was. They didn't like any of my answers so they kept asking. Demanding. When I woke up to Sneaks sitting on my chest I almost screamed.
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twisting-echo · 9 months
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Alright, Serpanade-Toons introduced me to this ship on Instagram, and I fell in love with their dynamic. Lenny and Meena are both so sweet, shy, and cute. I decided to make an edit of them, and honestly, I made this edit a long time ago and forgot to post it.
This ship was created by MagicalMarissa.
🚫 IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS SHIP, PLEASE DON’T COMMENT 🚫
🚫 PLEASE DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST MY EDITS 🚫
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awakenedgirlspring · 2 months
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Had a dream that Cologne was trying to train me. She said that Pops/Genma had broke me, broke my fighting spirit. But that my spirit can be rekindled like the phoenix and burn bright like the vermillion bird. And that being a skilled fighter doesn't have to conflict with my femininty or desire for peace.
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writerofcreativity · 6 months
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Mortal Kombat Dream #2
Would anyone imagined Johnny inviting Bi-Han play Dungeness and Dragons? Both Kuai Liang and Tomas are there to play too. Raiden and Kung Lao on a different team. Kenshi and Syzoth on the same team as Johnny. I actually don't know why Bi-Han would agree but he is there.
As the game begins, it is Bi-Han's turn to go first. Bi-Han went first but says the wrong line which the game is put on a pause. Kuai Liang had to correct his brother which made Bi-Han angry and start yelling.
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32girassoisdevangogh · 11 months
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So, i just had a dream…
After episode 32 Bamsaegi, Eundochi and Mulori  scape of the cave and they capture Mulmangcho, all by themselves. They take him to a War Camp in Flower Hill where he is used as a guinea pig to test a new Truth Serum in development and, if he survives, get information from him.
The serum works and mulmangcho tells the whole truth!... About what he thinks of everyone and everything.
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It’s not known how long the Serum’s effect lasts. Mulmangcho  never tells them what they want to hear and he’s just getting more aggressive and rude with everyone, except…
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And nobody knows exactly why, not even mulmangcho.
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At the end, it's revealed that Oegwipali disguised and infiltrated succesfully into the CW to save Mulmangcho and this is his reaction:
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And they leave together :D
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