#s: gracie and frankie

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These hands were made for worshipping you

Francisco “Catfish” Morales x f!reader

summary: Frankie wants to show you exactly how much he adores you

warnings: SMUT (oral - f!receiving, pussy drunk Frankie, vaginal fingering, mirror sex, unprotected p in v, like 1 spit on the pussy, squirting -3:)- , body worship, size kink -kind of?-, dirty talk - Frankie has a foul mouth), mentions of reader being insecure about her body, mentions of postpartum depression, mentions of food, cursing, dad!frankie and it’s me so…fluff of course

word count: 7k (of filth)

A/N: Frankie is my fav Pedro character so I hope I did a good job writing him :)).

Francisco Morales is an observant man – punctilious dared you to say – he notices even the smallest of details. Whether it's about you, his friends, or the people he meets on the street. He notices the small crinkle of your nose when you smell something good or the way you squint your eyes when you are deep in thought. You guess it's from his times in the army – if you weren't attentive on the mission you were as good as dead.  

So Frankie notices the way you quickly walk past mirrors now – or when you do look at yourself in one – your sad look as your eyes dance across your face, your body which changed after the birth of your baby girl. He sees the small frown adorning your face and the way you huff. When you catch him looking at you, you quickly smile and try to hide this look he cannot quite place – but Frankie notices. He wants to make you feel good. He always does. It's Frankie – your Frankie – who wants nothing more than to please you. 

So an idea pops in his head. He has planned a nice romantic dinner at your favorite Italian restaurant  – god knows he hasn’t taken you out on a date since birth and it's been almost 2 months now. His parents said that they would come and pick up little Gracie – you were adamant and not sure if that was such a good idea at first, you weren't apart from her before. But Frankie has a way with persuasion – all it takes for you to give in are his brown eyes paired with his fluffy hair and patchy beard and you are done for. So it's no surprise when you say yes to his plan to try and make you feel better – normal.  

 He read it once in this shitty magazine when you two were waiting for your doctor's appointment – that women are prone to postpartum depression, mood swings after birth…And he hated even thinking that you might feel that way. He tried to help as much as possible when he came home from work – exhausted most of the time than not. His soothing voice telling you to relax, his big hands paired with his calloused fingers massaging your shoulders, his hot breath on your skin when he kisses you so softly onto that spot on your neck – the smooth tone of his voice hushing your worries and the sweet nothings released from his mouth whispered in your ear.    

 So you feel even worse when none of his soothing words help and his gentle touch makes you feel even more anxious. When his hands make contact with your skin you want to pull away. Because he deserves better and you know that – you are disgusting. Your clothes don’t fit you anymore even when you try – emphasizing the word try as most of the time you are too tired - to work out. Your body has changed now and you feel repulsed by the way you look, by the way you walk and talk. You feel like you are not good enough of a wife, let alone a mother. You keep telling yourself that he touches you just because he feels obligated to – as your husband. Because how could he love this horrid-looking person staring back at you anytime you look in the mirror?   

And what makes you feel even worse is the way he makes it all look so damn easy – the parenting. When he comes home from work he tries to take care of both of you and he never complains. He never has mental breakdowns – like you do - when Gracie cries to the point you just want to lock yourself in the bathroom. When she doesn’t want to latch on although you know she is hungry. But you think he knows – because it's Frankie – and he just doesn’t want you to feel bad, he never calls you out on it. And she seems like such a ray of sunshine with him – he makes her calm down immediately with his sheer presence. And you feel bad for Frankie because he really –really – does deserve better than this – than you. So you want to make it up to him – your behavior, your incompetence – and you dubiously agree to his proposal for a date.  

 You pack up everything for your daughter – and you also triple-check everything too, before you are satisfied. You packed her two bags and Frankie thinks it's too much for not even one day – he doesn’t say anything, however. He knows his parents are capable of taking care of his chiquita – after all, they took care of him and raised him. And he knows you don’t doubt them – you are just worried – and he understands. When the evening quickly rolls and you hear the bell , you want to go and get it but Frankie just shushes you and tells you to get ready – his patchy beard scratching you when he presses a brisk kiss on your cheek when you try telling him for the hundredth time where everything is and that they have to reheat the milk in the warm water. He takes Gracie from your arms and blows raspberries on her tummy – she laughs and he laughs along with her as he opens the door. You only hear the hushed voices of his parents as they greet their only granddaughter when you go upstairs to your shared bedroom.   

Frankie is still dressed in his sweatpants and a soft cotton shirt which you got him as a joke before Gracie was born -Girl Dad written on it in a pretty cursive font, his signature well-worn-off cap sitting on top of his head when he runs up the stairs after he tells his mother the instructions you gave her and she just brushes him off and scoffs – as if offended - but he knows she meant it in a heartwarming  “I know what to do, mijo” kind of way. He passes his chiquita to his dad and presses wet kisses onto her whole face - saying goodbye to her. She doesn't even seem to care though as she laughs at something Frankie's dad does and Frankie smiles as he softly closes the doors.  

You and your mother-in-law get along well and she respects you – and you respect her in return. After all, she raised Frankie and he grew up into a pretty great man - in your opinion.  She is also more like a second mother to you as yours lives in another state and you can't see her as often as you'd like. Opposed to Frankie's parents who live close by and help you with Gracie as often as they can. And you are grateful for that as you still don’t know how to navigate in this new role of a mother. Gracie loves them too – especially her grandad who calls her “mi little princesa”– and doesn’t she know it? Last time he bought her this pink princess-looking dress and even though she fussed when you try to put it on her she calmed down when her grandad almost cried and took thousands of pictures  - while making the silliest faces at her - of her which he shows to all of his friends anytime he has the chance now.    

When Frankie faintly opens the bedroom door, he stands in the doorway – leaning against the doorframe as he watches you stand in front of the full-length mirror you two bought when you just moved in. It's an old thing but you fell in love with it when you found it in one of these old antique shops you were passing by one day. Pretty hefty with the wooden frame adorning it and Frankie complained at least another week after he carried it up the stairs that his lower back was now killing him because of it.

So he watches when you smooth your hands down the material of the pretty floral dress you are now wearing – funnily enough Frankie’s favorite and the only one which you could actually zip up all the way. He sees the way your shoulders sag down and the way you shake your head at yourself. He sighs quietly and steps into the room – for a man his size he can be quiet as a mouse and he sneaks behind you – his hands making their way to your waist. He lowers his chin onto your shoulder. You meet his gaze in the mirror and he offers you a small smile – the compliment he wants to say sits on top of his tongue – but you beat him to it, the tears threatening to escape you, now stinging your eyes. 

“I look like shit, Frankie.” It surprises him really – he knew you were feeling down, he could see it – but this is the first time you actually say something about it to him. He tried to talk to you but you always just closed off and he never wanted to push on the subject – not wanting to make you even more uncomofrtable. He grips your waist tighter and one of his hands brushes the unshed tears from your eyes. His thumb smoothing over the soft fabric of your dress. You feel the vibrations of his voice on your shoulder when he speaks. 

“Baby, you are absoutely breathtakingly gorgeous.” He whispers and the way he says it – full of endearment and love, with the soft tone he only reserves for you makes it easy for you to believe him – or to at least try to believe him. You shake your head in disagreement and he grabs your chin – his thick fingers squeezing – making you look at him in the mirror. Really look at him. "And I don't know why you feel the way you feel but I do want to help you because I love you so fucking much it hurts me sometimes." The ghost of his whispered confession lingers in the air and you swallow thickly as he holds your stare. You can feel the way his chest heaves with every pass of his breath because he is so close to you - so fucking close. You feel his hard chest pressed up against your back and his soft stomach on your lower back, his bulge pressing against you. In the mirror, you can see how broad he is opposite to you - his shirt straining against his shoulders that you love to rest your legs on while he eats you out. 

 And for someone as attentive as Frankie he is also pretty unassuming when it comes to himself. He praises you every chance he has, he touches you anytime you pass by him. He's tall and lumbering and he doesn't even know the effect he has on you. You try to tell him constantly how much you love him - god and do you ever - and try to make him at least half as loved and appreciated as you feel. He always just shrugs you off with a shy chuckle under his breath and blush on his scruffy cheeks. You love him for him and it doesn't hurt that he is also the most gorgeous man you've ever encountered. With his brown eyes and curly hair, his patchy beard and aquiline nose and that stupid hat that seems to be glued to his head. And somehow he is yours.

You love the way he towers over you and how his solid chest now presses against your back when he hugs you from behind. Or fucks you from behind. And you miss it - god how much you miss it - the way his big fat cock feels against your walls and how it seems to split you almost in half - even after all these years together. But even though Frankie doesn't seem to be repulsed by you – he hasn’t tried any moves on you since the birth of your baby girl and the thought of him not finding you attractive anymore bruises your beating heart. 

 He can sense the change in your body language – the press of your ass against his crotch, your head bumping onto his shoulder and he digs his blunt nails into your hip, the hand that was holding your chin smoothing over the soft skin of your now exposed throat, down between the valley of your breasts and stopping on your stomach. He feels you tense and he places a delicate kiss on your neck – the feel of his beard sending shudder down your spine. A silent moan falls out of your lips when his tongue pokes out to suck on your skin and you feel him smirk against you – the scrape of his teeth making you writhe under his touch. You don’t want to feel this way anymore – unattractive and worthless – and it seems Frankie can read your mind as he meets your eyes when you open them and look at him in the mirror. A hushed: “Tell me what do you need” is said between the soft nips left on your nape and it's hard to concentrate with the way his deft fingers toy with the hem of your dress.  

 Francisco Morales is a patient man – he can wait hours for a target to show up or wait while you shop for new clothes -he especially enjoys when you buy new langerie. And he is equally as patient now as he waits for your answer. Basking in the way you just let him hold you after so long without tensing up immediately. You are now putty in his hands which explore your new body he hasn’t had a chance to really touch. And he absolutely fucking loves it. He loves all of the new curves and how his calloused fingers dip into your soft flesh. He traces it with a newfound adoration and appreciation for you. You birthed his daughter and he cannot believe you are so strong and perfect – his exquisite little wife. He wants to show you how fucking much he adores you – all of you. And so he waits for your answer – he roughly exhales when he hears the low “Just need you, Francisco” as you squeeze one of his hands holding your upper thigh. 

He nods – once, twice – before he carefully unzips your floral dress which falls from your shoulders. He presses light kisses into the crook of them and he moves to kiss your shoulder blades, his fingers tracing the beauty marks adorning your back. His touch is electrifying and you whine his name pathetically when he squeezes one of your tits tenderly. The shiver that runs down your spine slowly makes its way into your limbs when he sinks onto his knees and drags your dress down along with him – you want to say that he shouldn’t – his knees will hurt tomorrow if he keeps kneeling on the floor but he muffles your protest when his teeth sink into the meat of your ass – his tongue smoothing the sting he leaves there. The words he says are slurred when he inhales your scent – his nose pressing into your cunt shamelessly, his fingers spreading your ass cheeks open.  

 “Missed this pretty pussy, querida.” You want to tell him you missed this too – his fingers digging into your flesh and his tongue on you. Frankie is not much of a talker – everyone who knows him knows that. He just sits and listens - sometimes he quipps something or joins the conversation after a while and he is content with that. But in the bedroom? That’s a different kind of Frankie – you call him “pussy drunk Morales” and it's pretty accurate. He can spend hours between your thighs and he is just as happy and content with it as you are – if not more. He is a talker in bed and when you first slept together it surprised you – and it was a welcome surprise for sure. “Gosh, I am gonna make you feel so good, hermosa. Want you to watch how I finger you in the mirror.” And he also isn't shy to tell you what he wants in bed.

You swallow thickly – your Adam's apple bobbing – when you can see his hands dip lower, smoothing them along your ankles and then back up – his thick fingers moving with preciseness. He knows your body like his own and he can map out every single sensitive spot on it with his eyes closed. Frankie wants to please and his mission is to do so - the inner pilot in him sitting in the front seat whenever you two have sex together. He knows which buttons to push at the right time and which not - to wait out. You whimper and try to push your hips against him – too impatient, to wound up. The small chuckle that cuts through the – other than that - quiet room makes you want to jump his bones right then and there. He enjoys it when you squirm in his grasp but tonight he is just as needy as you. It's been so long – too long – since he last touched you like this.

“I am gonna give you exactly what you need, baby.” You believe him – he always gives you exactly what you need – and more. His hands spread your ass cheks open once more and he fucking spits on your gaping hole. You jolt at the sudden action but he holds you close. He coats his finger in the spit, putting pressure on the tight ring of muscle whispering “another time”. And you are so so desperate – you'd let him do anything to you right now. Not that other times you wouldn’t - he proved to you over and over again that he will make anything incredible for you.

He is slow with it – as he enters you with one of his fingers, adding the second one right after and he hisses when your walls squeeze them. The thickness of them makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, closing your eyes you focus only on the feeling of being so fucking full and when he moves, your hand shoots back – tossing his hat off and gripping his hair. He fucking loves it -your fingers curling into his locks and he feels your nails scrape against his scalp. He wants more, needs more – and so do you. So he starts moving the fingers inside of you and the moans that fall out of your mouth are worth every fucking minute that was building up to this moment.

“Look at yourself, querida. Look at how fucking wrecked you look for me.” His voice is strained and you as he says – you always do. And the sight that you see makes your heart bit a little faster, and the muscles in your cunt pull tighter. You see Frankie's head poking out to watch too – his lips ghosting across your outer thigh while his fingers keep working inside of you. His hair is wild – and you grip him tighter by it– his face twists in pleasure and it makes him speed up, makes his finger hook and pat your walls with a newfound want. Your mouth hangs wide open, your brows furrowed, the bead of sweat running down your neck disappearing between the valley of your breasts. You see every reaction to his onslaught – every twitch in your muscles, every inch your mouth opens wider in pure bliss, even the way your breath picks up when Frankie presses against something incredible inside of you and you tell him to keep going.

You see the way the muscles in his neck strain – the vein on it clearly visible to your hungry eyes now. You spot the way one of his hands fists his cock that strains against the flimsy sweatpants. Every time he groans against your flesh quick “Fuck, so fucking pretty,” every time he whispers “Make me feel so good, want you to feel so good too, querida,” only brings you closer and closer to the edge. It's written all over your face – the hunger – carnal and selfish. And you want to cum, you feel the coil in your belly pulling tight but it's not enough and you sob in frustration. Your fingers flex in Frankie's curls and you plead for something – anything. You almost cry when he pulls away – his fingers leaving your fluttering cunt.

His fingers are coated with you and he doesn’t want to waste even a single drop – bringing them to his mouth he moans at your tangy taste, closing his eyes. He swats your thigh when you plead him “Frankie, Frankie, please, please. I was so close” and he just shushes you with “I know, baby, I know” after he pulls his fingers out of his mouth and stands up – groaning at the flash of pain that shoots through him. He turns you quickly and his hungry mouth is on yours not even a second later – the first time he kisses you tonight and you moan into his mouth as he “shares” your taste with you that sits heavy on his tongue. It's slow and soft and his grip on your hip doesn’t falter, his other hand bringing you closer – pressing against your lower back. Your fingers curl into the soft cotton of his shirt – holding him in place. Kissing his bottom lip first – your teeth scrape it and you give the same attention to the lower lip. The kiss makes you warm and fuzzy, it makes something in your chest bubble with an infinite love for this man - your man -in front of you.

He's warm and solid under your palms and his hand snakes onto the hinge of your jaw – opening your mouth wider, craving more. You hold onto him tighter, sighing deeply as his tongue explores your mouth. It makes your toes curl and when he pulls away you are breathless – your breath coming in short huffs. He doesn’t look much better – his hair is tousled, hair sticking in every direction and your hands try to slick it back but it's no help. You want to bury yourself in him, in the way he makes you feel so damn protected and loved. You chase his mouth again but he just gives you a quick peck and gifts you a broad grin that you want to kiss away.

“Go and sit on edge of the bed, hermosa.” You quirk an eyebrow at him but eventually turn – with a shake of your hips you comply with his request – sitting on the edge of the bed and crossing your arms over your stomach as you watch Frankie slowly undress. His shirt comes off first and you lick your lips when you see the expanse of his back, the muscles flexing deliciously when he grabs the mirror and brings it to you – and wait, why the fuck is he bringing the mirror to the edge of the bed? He places it in front of you and stands next to it looking at your bare skin – licking his lips and you try and shield away from his gaze – the nasty thoughts still screaming at you at the back of your mind – and maybe Frankie really is pretending. Maybe – maybe-

“You still with me, baby?” The term of endearment falling from his lips makes you fucking emotional and you nod when he kisses one of your hands – pressing butterfly kisses to each and every one of your knuckles– kneeling in front of you. He grabs your hands – pulling them away from your stomach – soft and flabby now with stretch marks adorning it and you look away because he is so close you feel the ghost of breath against it and he must feel so disgusted by you – you don’t wanna see it in his eyes. He grasps your chin and orders you to look at him – when you do you see no disgustment in his eyes – nor is he pulling away from you like you expected him to. “Don’t want you to hide from me, querida.” He mumbles against the skin on your wrists and he shifts on his knees – getting closer to you. He touches your inner thighs softly and then his hands move higher – sliding over your hips and onto your tummy. He moves you even closer to him. His lips dance across your belly now – the pads of his fingers dipping into the curves on it and he hums when he feels you slowly relax.

After he is happy with his efforts on you – pecking every fucking inch of your “So undeniably gorgeous” body as he whispers filth onto your skin – your brain stops working after a while and all you can think of is Frankie when hovers above you. Tucking your hair behind your ear he kisses your collar bone and his hand moves behind your head – his forehead bumps with yours and the other hand strokes your sensitive nipple – you whimper and your hot breath tickles his face. “Baby, you gonna sit on my face and you will watch yourself in the mirror while I eat you out, yeah?” It seems like a question but it isn't – at least not really. Frankie wants you to sit on his face and there's no room to argur about it. He is good at giving orders – and you are glad to follow them. Your inside twists in anticipation when you nod.

It's certainly not the first time Frankie asked you to sit on his face - because this man loves to eat pussy – for breakfast, lunch and dinner. From the back, front - on a counter, floor, couch. Pretty much everywhere and anytime. When you first started seeing each other and he told you he “wanted to eat your pussy” you just laughed – thinking he must be kidding. But when you looked at him you learned that he was completely and utterly serious and didn’t understand what was so funny about it. And god, he was incredible in it. He would spend days between your thighs if you'd let him.

He flips you both over – you are now on top of him and him under you. Your thighs lay on the side of his narrow waist. You feel him through the material of his sweats - feeling the wet spot on them - and you make an experimental roll of your hips – his hands flying out to stop your efforts as he groans. “Up, baby. Gosh, missed your pussy on my tongue. Come on, up, up. Please, querida, please -” His nails dig into the flesh of your ass when you start moving up his body – your nails scratching his nipples as you do – and his hips buck up, pleading with you “Please, please, baby, need that wet pussy on my mouth.” He is lewd with his words and you grip him by the hair when you hover above his head, his neck strains when he tries to reach your dripping core - just a little taste- but you push his head back down and look at yourself in the mirror – your hair is wild and so are your lust blown eyes. You look sexy - powerful- when you see how this man writhes under you and wants “Just a little taste, hermosa. Give me a taste. God, this pussy was made for my mouth.” Your chest swells with incredible need for the feel of his tongue, his touch, him.

He pulls you down on him and your hands fly from his hair onto the mattress as your fingers grip the cool sheets. The first swipe of his tongue against your folds makes your head fall back and Frankie watches with hungry eyes your reactions – his hands coming to hold yours in his. His palms are a little sweaty under you and he feels like he is on fucking fire while he licks into your cunt as you clench around his tongue. He muffles something against you and you look down at him – he looks so fucking blissed out that it makes you whine as you buck against his mouth. He squeezes your fingers between his and pulls away from your sopping folds, pressing wet kisses onto your inner thighs. “Look at yourself, baby. Fuck, this cunt was so fucking needy to feel my mouth on it. Wasn’t it?” You nod frantically and you look back into the mirror when his tongue swirls against your clit, your back arching.

The swell of your breasts calls for his attention and he pulls one of his hands away from yours – your free hand grips his hair when he toys with the nipple between his fingers –a trickle of milk beading from it and that makes him hungry for more as he mutters a quick “Fuck yes.” His tongue plunging into you and he fucking loves the sounds you make for him. The sweat on your skin builds up with your upcoming orgasm. You start grinding onto his face and he moans in agreement, his eyes closing in concentration because – fuck – he needs you to soak his face. “Yeah, use me, baby. Just like that, c'mon. Fuck my face. I want it,” He growls - you do as you are told and Frankie is unable to form any other words, his jaw locking as he tries to not let a single drop go to waste, brows furrowing. His hand slaps you across your ass and soothes the sting with his palm, it burns your skin and you plead him to do it again, again, and again-

If anyone tried to tell you Frankie doesn’t enjoy eating pussy you'd tell them they are fucking crazy. Because you feel it from the way vibrations come out of his chest, his fingers tighten against you and he is so fucking deprived to feel more of you, always wants more of you. And he is also the fucking best at this – all calculated swirls and licks of his tongue, efficient swipes of the pink muscle against your walls, on your clit. “Fuck, baby. Gonna cum, Francisco. You are gonna make me cum!” You squeal and he doubles his efforts – his mouth sucking on your clit, and you look away from the mirror as you gaze down at him and he wants you to cum but also doesn’t want to this to stop, never wants to stop. It makes you keen under his touch. He doesn’t pull his mouth away from you to tell you to “Yeah, fucking soak this face. Want this needy little pussy to squeeze me tight.” he just keeps going and it only takes two or three swipes of his tongue against your bundle of nerves before you are cumming – soaking his face as he wanted.

You aren't sure which one of you is louder – your ears ring and you are pretty sure you passed out as white-hot pleasure shoots through your entire body – making your nerves feel like they are on a fucking fire. When you come back from your senses and feel he isn't stopping – wants to clean you up but it feels like too much and you try to push his head away and scramble from him but his hands lock on your hips as he holds you close. And then he kisses you on your pussy – butterfly kisses pressed against your clit, your folds as he breathes you in – your curls tickling him on a nose. You slowly move down his torso and he can feel how wet you still are on his skin. He slowly sits up and grins at you – it's a sight to behold. His beard is all shiny with your slick and he licks his lips as he holds you close – pulling you by the head to kiss your already awaiting lips. His hard-on presses against your bare core and you sigh into his mouth when you feel him twitch against you – grabbing him and he quickly pushes your hand away – breaking from the kisses. “Querida, I am gonna cum in my pants if you keep doing that. I almost did. You make me hard as a fucking rock.”

“Would that be so bad?” You grin against his mouth and he whispers “cheeky” before his tongue enters your mouth once again – the taste of you makes your head spin. His fingers dance against your searing skin and you lounge in this moment of post-sex intimacy. His nose traces your jaw as he kisses you on it and he nuzzles against your neck when you kiss him on the top of his head.

“Hm, not really. It would just mean I'd have to eat you out again before I could sink my cock into this sweet cunt.” He says the dirty words as easily as he asks how was your day. It makes the tip of your ears turn a deep red color and you giggle breathily.

“You have a foul mouth. Has anyone told you that before?” He hums when you massage the back of his scalp – your nails scratching the spot behind his ear and he almost but purrs.

“I believe you did. Once or twice, or anytime we fuck.” He throws you a toothy grin.

He nips at the skin on the crook of your shoulder and suddenly the atmosphere changes once more – his hips buck up when you swirl your bare cunt on him. The press of his lips against you is now more urgent, dire and he whimpers when your hand takes him from his boxers – your thumb circling the red head as a bead of precum spurts out. He spits out a quick “fuck” before he is throwing you onto the mattress – shucking his sweatpants off of him and he is scrawling back to you seconds later. He handles you like a ragdoll – you face the mirror as he kneels behind you, your face smushed against the sheets as you watch his ministrations, his hands hooking under your hips to hold you as he pleases. His cock throbs against the back of your thigh and one of his hand tugs lazily on his cock – notching it at your entrance and coating the head in your wetness.

“I am gonna fuck you so so good, baby. And you will watch.” He reaches forwards and grips your chin making you look directly into the mirror – the soft belly of his pressing against your lower back as he does so and it makes you moan in concurrence. You see the flash of white teeth in the mirror before he is pushing into your already awaiting and fluttering cunt. The moans you both let out as he pushes all the way in are downright lewd. Your walls are sensitive and you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock. The thickness of him makes it feel like he is in your guts and you choke when shifts – the head of him brushing against something glorious inside of you. He notices when the muscles in your pussy squeeze him tighter and he focuses on the spot – not really moving, trying to find the right angle.

You cry out when he makes an experimental thrust of his hips and it never felt this way before. He chuckles in pure happiness because he knows he found it and he bends closer to you – his dick pushing deeper, deeper – so he can whisper into your ear. “Oh, baby. This will feel so fucking good for you. Fuck, let me hear you.” You don’t hear him as clearly because you feel like you are falling in and out of consciousness every time his cock passes through your walls. He pulls back away – his fingers tangling into your hair and pulling you back by it – the quick nip of his teeth on your ear making you look at him in the mirror. “Told you to watch, so you will watch, yeah?” You nod – not trusting your voice as your throat closes down on you. He grips you tighter, and the pads of his other fingers pet your clit. “I need to hear you say it, baby. Tell me what a girl you are and that you will watch as I fuck you on my big fat fucking cock.” You hear the snarl in his voice and he stops moving, his teeth sinking into the flesh on your shoulder. “C'mon, tell me. Tell me, baby.” He orders and you sob – you look and sound pathetic and Frankie loves everything about it.

“Yes, baby – Frankie, I will watch how you fuck me on your big fat cock. Please, just move. Please, please, please -” The breath is knocked out from your lungs when he does, his hands falling from your hair as he traces his fingers down your spine and you try to watch as he told you. You watch his face as he watches how he disappears in and out of your fluttering cunt, how his hair bounces with his every movement, how his hand now grips your hip moving you closer to him. You see the way you are completely fucked out, how your mouth opens wider with every pass of his cock – you see the way he bends down and slows his movement just so he can lick the salty sweat rolling down the base of your spine. All you can do is whimper when he pulls back and seems to only concentrate on his cock inside of you.

He angles his hips and when he pushes deeper inside of you – his balls smacking against the meat of your ass – you want to crawl away from him because it feels like you are going to pee. The calloused pads of his fingers circle your clit and he plunges his dick onto that spot over and over again – you plead with him to stop, it feels too fucking good and you don’t know if you can handle it. He smacks you once, twice, three times – his fingers digging on that spot where it stings and it's too much – all too much. You feel the coil inside of you snap and your chest falls onto the mattress, the intense pleasure crashes into you in waves and you faintly hear Frankie hiss as he pulls out of you as you soak him - his pubic hair drips in with your slick and the sheets are wet but he wants you to do it again.

“Yes, yes. Fuck, baby. You soaked me. Want you to do it again. Can you do it again?” He doesn’t wait for your answer before he plunges into you again and you keep repeating his name like a prayer when you feel another wave crashing through your body – you press your ass into him more and he hisses. You vaguely feel the wet press of his tummy against your lower back and he pulls away from you completely as you plop onto the mattress. You hear the slick of his fists on his cock and you muster the energy to raise your head to look into the mirror. He jerks of, the movements of his fists frantic and the muscles in his biceps flex with every pass of his arm. His neck is strained as he throws his head back and cums – the ropes of pearly white liquid falling onto your back. He falls right on top of you – careful not to crush you. It's quiet for a long while and then he slowly moves away from you – you whine in protest as you hear the sound of his feet against the tiled floor.

When he comes back you feel a warm towel on your back as he cleans you up – carefully swiping it between your thighs as well. You feel the bed dip under the weight of him – pulling you on top of him. You listen to the rapid beating of his heart slowing down as he draws patterns onto your spine, kissing you on the forehead. A hushed conversattion between you two as you open up to him - about the way you felt since birth - and he swears to you that tommorow both of you will look for help - so you can talk to a professional about it. And if it is possible - you swear your love for him grows after his quiet promise.

He grins then and you raise your head to throw him a questioning look.

“I made you squirt, baby.” He says it with smugness in his voice and you swat him on the shoulder, grinning too.

“Don't be so smug about it. We both know you are too freaking good in bed, Francisco. So really, it was only a matter of time.” After the sex fog in his brain fades away he is back to his sheepish self as one of his hands rubs his neck at your compliment.

“Was it good, though?” Only Francisco Morales could ask such a stupid question after he made you see stars.

“Yeah, baby. I thought I passed the fuck out at least three times. That’s how good it was.” You kiss his peck and he hums, stroking your hair and you start to feel hungry – your stomach rumbling and he laughs, and reaches for his phone on the bedside table.

“So, because we didn’t make it to dinner what do you want me to order? Pizza, sushi, chinese?” He lists and you think about it before you blurt out “chinese” and he nods, pecking your lips quickly. Before he calls to order though you say: “Love you, Frankie.”

A boyish smirk makes its way onto his face and he looks younger like this – like he has no worries in his life. The dim light in the bedroom makes his golden skin shine and you think about how the heck did you get so lucky. “Love you too, querida.” He says as he presses another kiss onto your forehead.

#francisco frankie morales #francisco catfish morales #frankie morales #francisco morales x reader #francisco catfish morales x reader #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales smut #frankie morales smut #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal ff #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #triple frontier #triple frontier smut #francisco morales x f!reader #francisco morales x f!reader smut #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x f!reader smut #triple frontier fic #triple frontier ff

[luucypevensie]

🦙 for Grace I beg

OF COURSE, THANK YOU ANNA MY LOVE! Tagging @dancingsunflowers-ocs and @daughter-of-melpomene because they adore Grace too!

1. Their go-to song to cry to: stay with me by sam smith

2. Their love language: words of affirmation

3. Their favorite holiday movie: love, actually

4. Their pettiest moment: grace normally isn’t petty, but one time, she heard a girl from student council make fun of laurel and talk about how she didn’t deserve liam. she got so angry afterwards, and in retaliation, might’ve let… slip to the rest of the council that the girl was abusing her position. she was kicked off the next day, and it never came out that grace was the one who told

5. Their favorite ‘60’s song: can’t take my eyes off you by frankie valli

6. Their nicknames: gracie (her father only), gracie lou (laurel and julia), princess (felicia)

7. Their go-to karaoke song: style by taylor swift

8. A color you associate with them: PINK, PINK, PINK!!!

9. An event from their Prom night: lucas and grace won prom king and queen, and the puppy pack were the loudest people there when they went up to accept their crowns (grace looked like a modern version of danielle from ever after without the wings, and lucas looked really good in his simple black tux)

10. Their favorite wild animal: girl is a baby fawn aficionado (she thinks they are the most precious things in the universe)

#oc: grace clarke #fic: two worlds #tv: teen wolf #oc asks #ginger-grimm #THANKS AGAIN ANNA

[slaymybreathaway]

YOU'VE REALLY GOT A HOLD ON ME

◇Chapter Two◇

Chapter List Masterlist

Word Count: 850

Content Warnings: smoking, mentions of law breaking, Darry being funny

1965 ◇ Outside the Curtis House

"What were you doin', walking out by your lonesome?" Steve asked as he flicked the ash off of his cigarette. The gang had made it back home and were standing gathered around the front steps.

Everyone turned to Ponyboy for an answer. "I was coming back from the movies, I didn't think-"

He was interrupted by Darry "You don't ever think, not at home or anywhere that it counts," he looked like he was going to say more, but he stopped himself when he saw the look that Gracie was giving him from where she sat on the top step. They often argued about how hard he was on Ponyboy and he didn't want to fight with her today.

"Leave my kid brother alone, you hear?" It ain't his fault the Socs like to jump us," Soda stood up for Ponyboy.

"When I want my kid brother to tell me what to do with my other kid brother, I'll ask you...kid brother," Darry responded, cracking a smile at the last line as he jokingly caught Soda into a headlock.

Gracie watched with a smile as the brother's play-fought but she was brought out of her stare when she heard Dally say her name. "Hey Gracie, you workin' the Nightly Double tommorrow?" He asked, lighting up a cancer-stick.

"Yup, all weekend. Why, d'ya need me to sneak you in again?" She asked. It wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last. Dally would do anything to break the rules and Gracie would rather he did it without hiding in the back of someone's truck.

The blonde boy nodded as he took the cigarette out of his mouth to speak. "Yeah. Me, Johnny and Ponyboy are thinkin' of headin' over for the second showing. What's on?" He asked, his New-York accent dripping off of his vowels.

The woman thought for a moment. "Uhh, some beach flick with Frankie Avalon. I don't get a chance to look at the films so I can't tell you if it's any good or not,"

Dally shrugged as he inhaled, letting the smoke fill his lungs. "'S fine. I'm not going for the plot of the movie anyways," he admitted.

Soon enough the gang had went there separate ways. Sodapop and Ponyboy disappeared inside the house, racing to see who could get to the shower first. Steve and Two-Bit left to find a poker game that was going on and Dally went to Buck's. That just left Darry and Gracie alone on the porch.

"Are you staying for dinner?" Darry asked as Gracie stood up from where she was sitting.

The woman shook her head with a sigh. "Nah, I gotta go to work," she stood infront of Darry and looked up at him. Being 5"8, she was quite tall for a woman, but he had always been taller.

Gracie saw the look of disappointment on his face as Darry sighed. "What?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"You work too much," he expressed, a look of worry on his face. It's been every day this week that she's pulled a double, working in both the salon and the drive-in and it didn't go without notice.

Grace couldn't help but break into a laugh, a hand on Darry's arm to try to stabilise herself. "No, I'm being serious, Gracie. You haven't had a day off in the past two months... that's not good for ya" he protested.

"Well look who's talking, Curtis! You're working yourself to an early grave," she shot back. It was a true statement and Darry couldn't deny that.

"I know, believe me I do but you're working more than me! The only way I get to see you anymore is if I book in for a wash and blow-dry," he joked. Darry could be real-funny if he wanted to, but that was Two-Bit's job so his jokes were rare.

Gracie cracked a smile as she thought of what he said. "Aw, you miss me don't you?" She taunted, but Darry seemed less than pleased.

"I'm worried, that's all. You gotta promise me that you'll cut down your hours," he asked.

"Ok," Grace started. "I'll cut down my hours just as soon as buisness in the salon picks up," she agreed and kissed Darry on the cheek before she walked down the porch steps.

"Oh- and I gotta pay off the loan I took out to pay for beauty school... and I gotta get my car fixed.. and yanno, winning the lottery would be nice, If I ever actually bought a ticket," she continued to mess with him as she walked down the front yard of the Curtis house.

Darry shook his head with a smile. "God you're difficult, Micheals!" He shouted across the yard.

Grace chuckled "It's one of my best qualities!" She shouted back, taking one last look at him. She started walking down the street to her house, one thought on her mind:

I can see why I was so in love with him when I was seventeen

#the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders #darry curtis x reader #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #the curtis brothers #dallas winston #two bit mathews #steve randle #se hinton #fanfiction writer #wattpad

[elizapeggyandangelicaschuyler]

😆Hi can u put your name in it and send it to 10 different people We’re trying to make the longest iMessage for the 2023 Guinness World Records. below (copy it) and send it to 10 people, Don’hit be the one to break the chain

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💋ALEXIS.W💋

~BERENICE~

🇬🇧💋lilly💋🇬🇧

🐹💋Gabriela. S💋🐹

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🫶Amy🫶

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🫃🏼✨👹👺Poppy👺👹✨🫃🏼

👁👄👁kitty👁👄👁

✨💅nadia💅✨

🐴Amaara🐴

🐴🎀Kyra🎀🐴

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💫🍡Jaiyaa💫🍡

🏆⚽️Penny⚽️🏆

🫶✨Rubie✨🫶

🥥Emily🌿

🙂iylah🙃

😛Alba😜

Ellie R🫠

Jaida 💚

🐴maisey🐴

😺Harshini 😺

🐎Emily.P🐎

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🩵Nellie🩷

✨✨Chloe✨

❣️ Lola

Harry 🏏🏏

🤍chesc🤍

🚜 Jessica🚜

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🤪Autumn.M🤪

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🫶🏻maisie🫶🏻

❤️‍🩹Kadie 🇺🇸

🦩💗ava💗🦩

😻🫶🏻Tia🫶🏻😻

💖🤪Liv🤪💖

💜✨️Evie✨️💜

💕♌️Alice♌️💕

🐴♋️Lara♋️🐴

♊️Avarey💅

🛹🏳️‍🌈Libby💅🎧

💅✨Izzy✨💅🏳️‍🌈

❤️😊Gracie💙😎

🐸🤍tilly😭🫶

🥴🐧Emily🤡🤪

🏏♊️summer🖤🤍

🤪😝Lola🤪🙃

🍉🫶Olivia 🍉🫶

🎨✍Tara🎭💕

🦖🦕LILLY🦖🦕

😳😫Olivia😜😜

🦖💀Liana😌💎

💔🤭Marley🤭💔

♥️✨Ruby✨♥️

🧌🗼eloise🗼🧌

😺💜Millie💜😺

🐯❤️ruby❤️🐯

😍✨Olivia✨😍

🐶❤️‍🔥keora❤️‍🔥🐶

😮‍💨🐴Lola😮‍💨🐴

💅🏳️‍🌈Angel🏳️‍🌈💅

💗Frankie💗

😂👁️tayah😂👁️

🦋✨olivia✨🦋

⚡️💫Tayah⚡️💫

💎🩷Isla🩷💎

🐼🤍Eleanor🤍🐼

🏳️‍🌈🏴‍☠️Lily🏴‍☠️🏳️‍🌈

🌚Halle.E🌝

😆𝕋𝕀𝔸 𝕁𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊😆

🩵Ellie🩵

😎Morgan J⚽

Dray 🤛😉❤ 🏈

😋Annabelle😋

🦋Megan🦋

🥳💩💩Holly❤️‍🔥

💀🤡Lily💀🤡

🇬🇧🤍aMeliA🤍

🔥Xavier🔥

🏉Harrison🏉

♀️♍️🏳️‍🌈Lily.H🏳️‍🌈♍️♀️

#guinness

[greekschist]

Dionysus: I love your scarf.

Ariadne: It is strong enough to choke a man.

#s: gracie and frankie #incorrect greek gods #incorrect greek quotes #incorrect greek myths #greek myth memes #greek mythology #greek memes #greek myths #greek gods #greek gods memes #incorrect quotes #incorrect gods #mythology #dionysus #dionysus and ariadne #ariadne

[incorrect-figureskating-world]

Alex: Are you angry at me?

Maia: Yes

Alex: Can I ask why?

Maia: No.

#s; gracie and frankie #alex shibutani #maia shibutani #ice dance #incorrect fs

[incorrect-bangtan-boys]

Yoongi: Are you angry at me?

Seokjin: Yes

Yoongi: Can I ask why?

Seokjin: No.

#s; gracie and frankie #yoongi #seokjin #yoonjin #bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #beyond the scenes #incorrect bts quotes #incorrect bts

[frannyzooey]

Masterlist

Din Djarin Western AU: Take Me To Church Masterlist

Want: Gracie/F!Reader

Shy: Gracie/F!Reader

First Time: Gracie/f!reader

Mandalorian Masterlist

Acts of Service

Frankie Morales Box Set

Double Feature

Be Kind, Rewind 

Roll the Credits

Afternoon Matinee

Title Menu

Post Credits Scene

Home Projector

Midnight Showing

Chick Flick

Home Video

Opening Day

Movie Trivia Night

Runtime

Movie Quotes

Movie Quotes: The Sequel 

Gratuitous Sex Scene

Top Gun

Wrap Party

Sound Effects

Roman Holiday

Drive In

Box Set Drabbles

Weeknights

MONDAY 

TUESDAY

WEDNESDAY

THURSDAY

FRIDAY

Weeknights Drabbles

Pioneer Frankie

Need - a Frankie one shot

Listen - a Frankie one shot

Stuffing

Pioneer Will Miller

Dave/Intern Asks

Dave/Nanny Asks

the fog (has lifted) - 1960′s marcus moreno 

the secret - marcus moreno x f!college reader

The Cabin — Din Djarin x f!Reader

The Storm - Din x Ezra x Frankie x f!reader

Rendezvous - Javier Pena x f!Reader

Joel Miller Masterlist

devour (the entire universe)

In The Dark Masterlist

On The Green Masterlist

#din djarin #frankie morales #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin/you #din djarin/reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales/reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x reader #wlw #the mandalorian #frankie catfish morales #pedro pascal #marcus moreno #marcus moreno x you #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno/reader #marcus moreno/you #joel miller x you #joel miller/reader #tlou

[goldenmayhem]

I Still Love You, I Promise

Summary: Frankie comes back from his trip to Columbia with a brokenness to him, a little bit of light drained out of his eyes and a haunted look on his face. He refuses to say a word about the trip. You want to piece him back together again, for him, for your son, for your marriage, but it proves to be a tougher job than you expect. This is the story of how you try to find your way back to each other.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (no use of y/n)

Rating: E/18+ only (no minors)

Warnings: cis F!reader. characters have a child. established relationship (marriage); sexual content, mention/s of drug use, mention of death, PTSD, plenty of fluff also. (I’ll add more as we go and I will list various warnings in each chapter.)

A/N: These are the first fics I have posted in many years and first in this fandom so if I have missed any tags/warnings etc. please (kindly) let me know! Chapters are unbeta’d. This fic was largely inspired by having the song ‘I Miss You, I Promise’ by Gracie Abrams on endless repeat.

Status: In progress

Chapters:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

#frankie morales #francisco morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fanfiction #francisco morales x you #francisco morales x reader #Triple Frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #Look!!! I finally made a masterlist post for this fic! #I posted the first chapter ages ago and I promised to stop being such a scaredy cat and post the rest of it too #bc i have written SO MUCH and spent so much time writing it #I've spent too much time on it to let it sit and rot in my drafts folder like all my other fics #i'm not super good at setting up masterlists and moodboards and stuff #but i'm out here trying to figure it out as i go #shoutout to all the wonderful writers who post fanfics #you've all inspired me #my writing #renegade 'verse

[nimuetheseawitch]

Tagged by @thebreakfastgenie <3

3 ships: hunnihawk, ineffable husbands, Lawrence/Tharkay (Temeraire)

Last song: Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood by Nina Simone

Last movie: El Camino (my partner chose - I actually don't like Breaking Bad but I like Jesse, so it was an experiment)

Currently watching: House MD, What We Do In the Shadows, Gracie and Frankie, Arcane, Always Sunny, Disenchantment, and always rewatching M*A*S*H

Currently consuming: vegetable bits while my partner makes teriyaki chicken

Currently craving: generally, french fries and mint chip ice cream, but right now, teriyaki chicken because that's what the kitchen smells like

tagging: eh, no one right now. I'm sleepy and can't remember who likes tag games

#tag game

[noratilney]

Next Generation OC Masterlist (wip)

Aliénor Laflamme

Full Name: Aliénor Renée Laflamme

Nickname(s): Ali (by American friends), Choupinette (by her family)

Face Claim: TBD

Appears: AMoM

House: N/A - Salem Witches’ Institute, Beauxbatons

Connections: Isabeau Deauclaire (aunt)

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Gabriel Laurent

Full Name: Gabriel Laurent

Face Claim: Nick Robinson

Appears: AMoM

Love Interest(s): Dominique Weasley (endgame)

Connections: Henri Laurent (brother), Mathilde Laurent (sister), Marie Simmoneaux (mother), Yves Laurent (father)

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Henri Laurent

Full Name: Henri Laurent

Face Claim: Pierre Boulanger

Appears: AMoM

House: N/A - Beauxbatons

Connections: Gabriel Laurent (brother), Mathilde Laurent (sister), Marie Simmoneaux (mother), Yves Laurent (father)

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Mathilde Laurent

Full Name: Mathilde Laurent

Face Claim: Léa Seydoux

Appears: AMoM

House: N/A - Beauxbatons

Connections: Gabriel Laurent (brother), Henri Laurent (brother), Marie Simmoneaux (mother), Yves Laurent (father)

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Ali Longbottom

Full Name: Alice Cordelia Longbottom

Nickname(s): Ali, Ally

Face Claim: Gracie Dzienny

Appears: MTYBF, Ruby’s story as of yet untitled, Leah one-shot

House: Ravenclaw

Title(s): Prefect, Head Girl

Connections: Annie Boot (friend), Cecy Longbottom (sister), Frankie Longbottom (brother), Neville Longbottom (father), Hannah Abbott (mother)

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Cecelia Longbottom

Full Name: Cecelia Margaret Longbottom

Nickname(s): Cecy

Face Claim: Jenessa Grant

Appears: ACoH, MTYBF, Leah one-shot

House: Hufflepuff

Title(s): Seeker

Connections: Molly Weasley (friend), Emily Perkins (friend), Ali Longbottom (sister), Frankie Longbottom (brother), Neville Longbottom (father), Hannah Abbott (mother)

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Frankie Longbottom

Full Name: Francis Matthew Longbottom

Nickname(s): Frankie, Franks

Face Claim: Toby Regbo

Appears: ACoH, MTYBF, Ruby’s story as of yet untitled

House: Gryffindor

Love Interest(s): Effie Lykos (endgame)

Connections: Effie Lykos (best friend), Sylvie Browne (friend), Alfred Potter (friend), Ali Longbottom (sister), Cecy Longbottom (sister), Neville Longbottom (father), Hannah Abbott (mother)

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Alphard Lupin-Black

Full Name: Alphard ? Lupin-Black

Nickname(s): Al

Face Claim: TBD

Appears: UTWT

House: Hufflepuff

Connections: Sylvia Lupin-Black (sister), Thomas Lupin-Black (brother), Harry Potter (adoptive brother), Remus Lupin (father), Anneliese Friedlich (mother), Sirius Black (father)

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Sylvia Lupin-Black

Full Name: Sylvia ? Lupin-Black

Face Claim: TBD

Appears: UTWT

House: Gryffindor

Connections: Alphard Lupin-Black (sister), Thomas Lupin-Black (brother), Harry Potter (adoptive brother), Remus Lupin (father), Anneliese Friedlich (mother), Sirius Black (father)

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Thomas Lupin-Black

Full Name: Thomas Julian Lupin-Black

Nickname(s): Thom

Face Claim: TBD

Appears: UTWT

House: Slytherin

Connections: Sylvia Lupin-Black (sister), Alphard Lupin-Black (brother), Harry Potter (adoptive brother), Remus Lupin (father), Anneliese Friedlich (mother), Sirius Black (father)

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Bethy Lykos

Full Name: Bethania Lykos

Nickname(s): Bethy

Face Claim: TBD

Appears: MTYBF, Ruby’s story as of yet untitled

House: Hufflepuff

Connections: Effie Lykos (sister), Julius Lykos (brother)

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Effie Lykos

Full Name: Effimia Lykos

Nickname(s): Effie

Face Claim: Haley Ram

Appears: ACoH, MTYBF, Ruby’s story as of yet untitled, one-shot

House: Gryffindor

Love Interest(s): Frankie Longbottom (endgame)

Connections: Sylvie Browne (best friend), Frankie Longbottom (best friend), Sarah Thomas (friend), Deirdre Byrne (friend), Bethy Lykos (sister), Julius Lykos (brother)

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Julius Lykos

Full Name: Julius Lykos

Face Claim: TBD

Appears: MTYBF, Ruby’s story as of yet untitled

House: Gryffindor

Love Interest(s): Lily Luna Potter (fling)

Connections: William Cornfoot (friend/roommate), Bethy Lykos (sister), Effie Lykos (sister)

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Cecily Macmillan

Full Name: Cecily Susan Macmillan

Face Claim: Ciara Baxendale

Appears: ACoH, MTYBF, Ruby’s story as of yet untitled, Leah one-shot

House: Slytherin

Love Interest(s): Fred Weasley

Connections: Carolina Zabini (best friend), Susan Bones (mother), Ernie Macmillan (father)

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Phoebe Malfoy

Full Name: Phoebe Astrid Malfoy

Face Claim: Pyper America Smith

Appears: ACoH, MTYBF

House: Slytherin

Connections: Astoria Greengrass (adoptive mother), Draco Malfoy (adoptive father/distant cousin), Scorpius Malfoy (adoptive brother/distant cousin), Dahlia Parkinson (adoptive sister/distant cousin), Annie Cohen (biological mother, deceased), Paul Malfoy (biological father, deceased)

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Beatrice McLaggen

Full Name: Beatrice Alice McLaggen

Nickname(s): Bea

Face Claim: TBD

Appears: TBD

House: Gryffindor

Love Interest(s): Hugo Weasley

Connections: Romilda Vane (mother), Cormac McLaggen (father)

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#masterlist #next gen #hp next gen #my ocs #amom #mtybf #acoh #utwt #HP stuff

[eydika]

eydika’s name list 2.0

more... names because the first name list I made isn’t enough anymore

A

Abaddon

Abbey / Abbie

Abel

Ace

Ada

Adam

Adrien

Agnes

Aiden

Akari

Alaska

Alchemy

Alec / Alex / Alexa

Alessi / Alessia

Alexis

Aliana / Alianna

Alice

Alison

Alistair

Alivia

Allie / Ally

Alpha

Alya

Amber

Amelia

Amity

Amos

Amy

Andie / Andy

Andrew

Andromeda

Angel

Anita

Anna / Anne

Annabelle / Annie

Apollo

Apple

Apricot

April

Archer / Archie

Arden

Ares

Argus

Ariel

Aron / Aaron / Auron

Arrow

Artemis

Arthur

Artis

Arya

Ash / Asher

Aspen / Aspyn

Astrid

Athena

Atlas

Atticus

Aubrey / Audrey

Audio

Auger

Auggie

August

Aurelia

Aurora

Austin

Autumn

Ava / Avaline / Avalon / Aveline

Avery / Avrey

Aya

B

Baby

Barbie

Basil

Bea / Bee

Bean

Beatrice / Beatriz

Bébé

Beck / Beckett

Beetle

Bella / Belle

Beryl

Betty

Bijou

Billie

Birdie

Bishop

Bitter

Blair / Blaire

Blaise

Bloom

Blue / Blu

Boheme

Bonnie

Bowie

Briar

Bridget

Brina

Brody

Bryson

Bunny

Byron

C

Cade / Cadea / Caden

Cairo

Cal / Calum

Caleb

Callie

Calliope

Calvin

Cameron

Candace

Canopy

Carly / Carlie

Carol / Caroline

Carter

Casper

Cassandra

Cassius

Catherine

Celia

Cetus

Chance

Charlotte

Cherry

China

Chip

Chloe

Cian

Cinnamon

Civet

Clara / Clary / Clarabelle

Claire

Clementine

Cleo

Clover

Cobalt

Colby

Colt / Colten

Constance

Cooper

Cora

Corey

Corvus

Cosmo

Cricket

Cynthia

Cyra

Cyrus

D

Dacre

Daisy

Dakota

Dalia

Dallas

Damien

Dana

Dandelion

Dandy

Dante

Daphne

Darby / Darcy

Darius

Darla

Davina / Divina

Davos

Dawn

Deacon

Deb

December

Deja

Delaney

Delta

Demi

Denim

Denver

Desmond

Dexter

Diego

Digit

Dion / Dior

DJ

Doe

Domino

Donna

Doran

Dorothy / Dot / Dottie

Douglas

Dune

Dusk

Dylan

E

Eachan

Ebele

Ebony

Echo

Eden

Edris

Effi / Effie

Egan

Elijah

Eliza

Ella / Ellie

Elliot

Ellis

Elodie

Elsbeth / Elspeth

Elsie

Elyse

Embla

Emily

Emlyn

Emma

Emmett

Emory

Erica

Erin

Ernest

Ernie

Esryn

Estelle

Ethan

Eugene

Eva / Eve / Evie

Evan

Evangeline

F

Fae / Fee

Faith

Fawn

Fawke

Felix

Fenris

Fergus

Ferris

Fig / Figgy

Finbar

Fizz

Fletcher

Fleur

Flint

Flora / Florence

Forrest

Fox

Frankie

Freya

G

Gage

Gaia

Gavin

Gemma

Gene / Genesis / Genevieve

Gigi

Gil

Giselle

Gladys

Gloom

Gloria / Glory

Goldie

Grace / Gracie

Greta

Griffin

Gus

H

Hadley

Hailey

Hana

Harlow

Harmony

Harper

Hawk

Hayden

Hazel

Hector

Henley

Henry

Hera / Hero

Honey / Honeydew

Hope

Hunter

I

Ian / Ion

Idris

Ieni

Iesha

Illori

Ilya

Imelda

Imogen

Imp

India

Indira

Ingrid

Irina

Iris

Isaac

Isara

Isla

Ivory / Ivy

Izzy

J

Jack / Jackie

Jade

Jake

Janice / Janis

Jason

Jasper

Jay / Joy

Jenan

Jericho

Jerry

Jibo

Jill

Jinx

Joan

Jude / Judith

Juleka

Juli / Julip

June / Juno

Juniper

Jupiter

Justice

K

Kaiven

Kale

Kappa

Kayla

Kellen

Kelly

Kes

Kimber

Kitana

Kitty

Kiwi

Knox

Kris

Kristy / Kirsty

Krull

Kumo

L

Laken

Lana

Lapse

Lark

Laurel

Lavender

Lemon

Lenka

Leo / Leon / Leonie

Levitt

Liberty

Lilac

Lilith

Lima

Lindsey

Locus / Lotus

Lottie

Luca / Luka

Lucia / Lucie / Lucy

Lucille

Lucky

Luis

Luna / Louna

Luther

Lux

Lynn

M

Mabel / Mable / Maple

Madison

Mae / May

Maeve

Magnolia

Mango

Mantis

March

Marcia / Marcy

Margaux / Margo / Margot

Marina

Marion

Marley

Marmalade

Mars

Martha

Mary

Mason

Maude

Maura

Maxine

Maya

Meadow

Medea

Melancholia

Melba

Memphis

Mercedes

Mercy

Mick

Milan

Milla

Millenia

Milo

Mina / Mona

Minerva

Minnie

Minnow

Miron

Misery

Mona

Monday

Montgomery

Monty

Morrigan

Morwenna

Myrtle

N

Nana

Nancy

Nasira

Nate

Nathaniel

Naveed

Navy

Ned

Nefarian

Ness

Nestor

Never

Newt

Nikki

Noah

Nora

Norma

Nova

Nutmeg

Nye

Nyx

O

Octa

October

Odessa

Olive / Olivia

Ollie

Omega

Omen

Onyx

Opal

Ophelia

Oriana / Orion

Oscar / Oskar

Otis

Owen

Ozzy / Ozzie

P

Paige

Paisley

Parker

Pat / Pattie

Paula / Paola

Pea / Peach

Pebble

Penelope

Pepper

Pepsi

Percy

Petrichor

Philippa

Philomena

Phoebe

Phoenix

Piccolo

Pip / Piper

Pixie

Poe

Pollux

Pomeline

Poppy

Portia

Primrose

Q

Queen

Quentin

Quibble

Quincy

Quinn

R

Rachel

Radian

Ransom

Raven

Ray

Razzia

Rebus / Remus

Reverie

Rhubarb

Rick

Rider / Ryder

Rigby

Rilla

Roach

Robin

Rory

Rosa / Rosalie

Rose

Roux

Rowan

Roxanne / Roxie / Roxy

Ruben

Ruby

Rune

S

Sabina / Sabine / Sabrina

Sable

Sadie

Saffron

Sage / Saige

Salem

Sam / Samantha / Sammie

Savant

Savian

Scarlett

Scotty

Scout

Sean

Sesame

Shea

Skye / Skylar

Sloane

Solomon

Spencer

Sprout

Star

Stella

Sunny

Sybil

Syc

Symphony

T

Tabea

Tabitha / Tabs

Tali / Talia

Tasha

Tate

Tau

Temper

Tharan

Theodora / Theodosia

Theros

Thimble

Thirteen

Thorn

Tia

Tilda

Tina

Topaz

Tora / Torian

Trinity

Trixie

Trope

Tulip

Turnip

Twig

U

Ukiyo

Umara

Umbra

Ursa

V

Valentin

Valerie

Valora

Vargas

Vaughn

Vector

Vega / Vegas

Velvet

Venus

Vera

Vernon

Vesper

Vinette

Violet

Vivek

Volt

W

Waverly

Wednesday

Wendy

Wes

Whisper

William

Willow

Winnie

Winona

Winter

Wish

Wren

X + Y + Z

Xena / Xenia

Xeno / Xenos

Yuki

Yuri

Zafira

Zaria

Zephyr

Zero

Zoe / Zoelle

Zona

Zyra

LAST NAMES

Abbot

Abernathy

Alton

Arcanum

Ashe

Astor

Badger

Balker

Bass

Bennett

Benton

Blake

Bleu

Blunt

Blythe

Cable

Cabot

Cain

Carter

Carver

Castillo

Choi

Clemonte

Coldwell

Collins

Colt

Craft

Craven

Crimson

Croft

Dabney

Danvers

Dayholt

Delpy

Driver

Dyer

Eades

Edge

Epithet

Epps

Evert

Farley

Fell

Fenner

Fig

Finch

Findlay

Fletcher

Foley

Fowler

Fray

Freud

Frost

Geller

Gill

Guest

Hale

Hapley

Harp

Hart

Hearst

Hooper

Hunt

Hyde

Ivy

Jinx

Keller

Kersey

Kingsley

Knight

Knox

Kraft

Krav

Laveau

Lecter

Lock / Lockwood

Lowell

Lush

Marr

Mills

Mist

Morgan

Morrison

Murray

Myers

Oaks

Patel

Pierce

Pike

Powell

Price

Pruitt

Quint

Quiver

Random

Ripley

Ryder

Sears

Sloane

Sparks

Stele

Strom

Sutton

Talbot

Tate

Thorne

Twig

Twist

Tycho

Utley

Valentine

Vance

Vaughn

Vos

Walker

Wallow

Weaver

Webb

Wiley

Wilkes

Winston

Wreath

Wright

Wrong

York

Zella

Zepeda

#text #list #names #reference #inspo

[latenightlangblrs]

netflix n’ learn (language edition)

hey guys!! i was just thinking, i know how popular the strategy of watching TV in your target language is, and i know that it really helps with getting familiar with the how the language sounds, it’s rhythm, sounds, pronunciation, etc. so, i have decided to make a post full of netflix shows that have either been subbed or dubbed in different languages!!

a note; i recommend watching childrens’ TV shows, because they usually use simpler language and easier to understand 

1. the crown 3 seasons, dubbed in german, spanish, french, italian, english and has subtitles in chinese, spanish, french, and english

2. never have i ever 1 season, dubbed in german, spanish, french, italian, english, and has subtitles in chinese, french, english, and spanish

3. the last kingdom 4 seasons, dubbed in english, spanish, french, polish, brazilian portuguese, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

4. lego ninjago 9 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, portuguese, and has subtitles in english, spanish, portuguese, and german

5. the ranch 8 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

6. sweet magnolias 1 season, dubbed in english, german, french, spanish, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, chinese, and french

7. space force 1 season, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

8. gracie and frankie 6 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

9. mr. iglesias 2 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

10. pj masks 2 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, mandarin, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

11. the witcher 2 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

12. that 70′s show 8 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

13. on my block 3 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

14. how to get away with murder 6 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, mandarin, and has subtitles in englsh, spanish, french, and chinese

15. alexa & katie 4 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, mandarin, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

16. the floor is lava 1 season, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

17. the seven deadly sins 3 seasons, dubbed in english, german, french, spanish, japanese, and has subtitles in english, japanese, tagalog, spanish, french, and german

18. dead to me 2 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

19. the order 2 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

20. outer banks 1 season, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

21. money heist 4 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

22. ozark 3 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

23. 13 reasons why 4 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

24. dark 3 seasons, dubbed in german, english, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, german, spanish, french, and chinese

25. miraculous ladybug 3 seasons, dubbed in french, english, german, spanish, italian, and has subtitles in french, english, german, spanish, and italian

26. the babysitters club 1 season, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, mandarin, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

27. fuller house 5 seasons, dubbed in english, spanish, german, french, mandarin, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

28. stranger things 3 seasons, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

29. warrior nun 1 season, dubbed in english, german, spanish, french, italian, and has subtitles in english, spanish, french, and chinese

30. boss baby back in business 3 seasons, dubbed in english, spanish, french, cantonese, mandarin, and has subtitles in english, french, spanish, and chinese

of course, there are so many others as well!! but i do think that 30 is a good number for now

enjoy 🌺

#netflix #masterpost #languages #language #langblr #langblog #german #chinese #french #spanish #mandarin #japanese #portuguese #cantonese #tagalog #binge watching #italian #have fun #language learning #studyblr #netflix dubs #netflix subs #immersion #target language #latenightlangblrs

[ameliathefatcat]

Eleteo children

Mateo’s and Elena’s three children

(I know that @pizza-n-sunshine has came up with Elena and Mateo’s oldest daughter being named Ana-Lucia. The reason I picked the name Mariana Sofia is that I like it and this it is very beautiful. Her nickname name Ana has nothing to do with @pizza-n-sunshine’s character Ana-Lucia.)

Crown Prince Miguel Raul De Alva- The oldest child and heir to the throne. He has his father curly hair and mother’s eye he looks more of a De Alva than a Castlio-Flores . His birth was celebrated throughout the kingdom. As a baby he was extremely fussy and cried a lot. As Miguel grew up a became a trouble making. He also not the most studios prince hoping to be a guard like his godfather or a knight like his uncle. He only cares about his magic lessons half of the time. Miguel prides himself as a role model for his cousins Eric, Graciana, Santiago, Athena, Sebastian, Lucia and Lorelei and his siblings Mariana and Francisco. But he is a less than stellar role model.

Princess Mariana Sofia De Alva “Ana”- The only daughter and middle child, four years younger than Miguel. She has her mother’s long wavy hair and her father’s hazel eyes covered by purple glasses when she got them when she was eight. Ana inherited her Tia Isa’s intelligence with dreams of attending the Science academy and looks up to her Tia. Ana’s favorite prima is Graciana “Graci” (Carla and Marzel’s oldest daughter). Both princesses are extremely intelligent but also smart asses. Constantly calling Miguel, Eric (Graci’s twin) and the Nunez twins River and Roberto “Robby” (Gabe and Naomi’s sons) either idiots or codfishes or both. Ana is always ready for a witty insult mostly at her older brother. Ana wants to combine both magic and science often sneaking a tamborita into her workshop (it used to be Tia Isa’s) or bringing her newest invention down to the magic workshop.

Prince Francisco Alacazar “Frankie”- the youngest child and baby of the family, being fourteen years younger than Miguel and ten years younger than Ana. Frankie looks like his name sake. He has Miguel mischievous nature, he is the most in love with magic than his older siblings and he loves to dance and play music. His best friends with Harrison Wilkerson “Harry” (Olivia and her husband Jake’s son). Both boys enjoy doing their magic lessons together. Frankie being the baby all of his cousins (besides for Lucia and Lorelei) absolutely love him.

#eleteo children #Elena of avalor #prince Miguel #Miguel Raul #Princess Mariana #Mariana Sofia #prince Francisco #Francisco Alacazar #my ocs #you can use them as long as you tag me in the post

[voxel-loves-you]

Frankie's favourite/least favourite thing(s) about Anna

Frankie loooooves Anna. Anna is like Frankie’s vodka aunt, but with none of the vodka and all of the baking. There’s some snark. There’s some cake. There’s a little bit of spoiling her. But there’s most just that wonderful feeling of family. Anna makes Frankie feel so comfortable <3

Least favorite might be that she’s afraid of Gracie lol. Gracie is just really big and a bit too intimidating even when Frankie knows Gracie won’t hurt her lol

#francine harjo #anna bell #gracie #fallout ocs #fallout 4 #asks #black-rose4

[suitofvibraniumarmor]

The American Initiative

Part Ten

Summary: Grace Cleveland and Eleanor Baker both thought their lives were over, until they became part of something much bigger – the Avengers. Pairing(s): Clint Barton x OFC, Steve Rogers x OFC Word Count: 1897 Blanket Warnings: Death, mentioned a couple of different ways, but not detailed; canon divergence; more based on Marvel movies. In the infamous word of Steve Rogers, “Language.”

Masterlist Wanna be tagged?

Without Grace to keep her busy in her downtime, Ellie had more time to think – about a lot of things. She found out more about herself in the first couple of days that Grace was gone than she had in a while. Furthermore, she discovered that she wasn’t the kind of person to bottle up her feelings; she could be in control and not let on to them, but she wasn’t going to hide them from herself, either.

This realization prompted her to cautiously broach the subject of relationships with Steve.

“I don’t mean to make things awkward, for either of us,” Ellie assured, “I just — I’m trying to figure out how to handle it now, I suppose.”

Steve nodded. “That’s perfectly understandable, Elle. Even if you remembered things from before, being an Avenger is a whole new can of worms.”

Ellie smiled at his analogy. “Something like that.”

“I don’t know much about relationships overall, to be honest. Before the injections, I was a scrawny Brooklyn kid with asthma and zero allure. After the injections, there was Captain America — but there was also a woman. Her name was Peggy; she was part of the initiative, I suppose. Smart and tough and kind – not a lot unlike you, actually. She had faith in me when no one else did. I suppose there was something between us, but then I had to put that airplane in the ice and everything else happened …”

Steve trailed off, a nostalgic sheen glazing his eyes. Ellie bit her lip and looked away, giving him a moment of privacy with his memories.

“Did you ever think about finding her, you know, when you woke up?”

Returning from his trip down memory lane, Steve chuckled, albeit sadly. “I thought about it, sure, but life went on without me, Elle. Peggy would be an old woman by now.”

“Oh, right …”

The two of them had lingered in silence for a few moments after that, before Ellie showed him some mercy and changed the subject. The thought occurred to her that, old woman or not, Steve was still in love with this Peggy woman – perhaps he would always be. For that reason, though she had accepted her feelings, Ellie decided it was best to keep them to herself.

Grace shouldered the one bag she had with her, pulled the hood of her jacket up over her head, and walked down the streets of Boston towards the last place she had known Joel to live. Thanks to S.H.I.E.L.D intel, she knew he wasn’t there anymore, but she figured it looked less conspicuous if she didn’t go to a place Joel assumed she didn’t know about.

Taking a deep breath, Grace hurried up the steps of the apartment complex, heading straight for the place she had called home, for a while. Another deep breath before knocking, and then there was no turning back.

A familiar man opened the door. “Gracie?”

“Heya, Frank. I’m lookin’ for Joel.”

Frank smiled and hugged her tight. “I told the ole boy you’d be back before we knew it. Joel don’t stay here anymore, though.”

Grace frowned. “Where’d he go?”

“C’mon in here,” Frank said, pulling her out of the hallway. “I’ll call him. He’s in hiding, ya know.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

She sat on the couch – the one she and Joel had picked out together for the apartment – dropped her bag on the floor and pulled her knees up to her chest. Frank spoke in a hushed voice in the kitchen not far away, and Grace could hear every word. When he disconnected the call, he came back around.

“Gimme ten minutes, Gracie. I’ll take you to Joel.”

Grace nodded, focusing on the TV while Frank went in the other room to change and get ready to leave. Her heart was racing, and she was hypervigilant of her situation. Though she knew how secure S.H.I.E.L.D was, there was part of her that feared he knew what she had been up to the last few months.

“All right, let’s go.”

Frank hit the power button on the remote; the cessation of sound broke Grace’s train of thought. She shouldered her bag again and followed her old friend out the door.

Amidst her routine of getting up to date with intel, a regular training schedule, and otherwise occupying herself, Ellie did her best not to think about her feelings for Steve. His heart was taken, that was clear. Ellie could only hope that, in time, her feelings would wane and she could move on.

She was sitting in a conference room on her own when Natasha came to meet her. Ellie smiled a greeting at the other woman and put her hand on the brown file folder in front of her.

“Thanks for meeting me. I think I’m about ready to do this, but I didn’t want to do it alone.”

“What is that?” Natasha inquired.

Ellie took a deep breath. “My entire life, up to the point that Fury came to claim me at the hospital. I haven’t looked at it before, and I only know a few things from what I’ve been told about how I came to be part of The American Initiative. Something someone said to me recently – I’ve been thinking about life after we’re gone. I’ve been wondering how my family is getting on, and who all is left. I want to know the things I don’t remember.”

Natasha pursed her lips together and picked at her nails. She re-directed her focus to Ellie, but couldn’t make herself ask the question.

“You think this is a bad idea?”

Natasha shook her head.. “No. Not if it’s something you feel the conviction to do, Ella. I just – are you going to be able to handle all of the things in this folder? You don’t know what’s in there, and – you make the decision for yourself, I’m here if you decide to go ahead. Sometimes though, I think it’s best to remember that the things left in the past, are left there for good reason.”

Natasha’s advice was good advice. Ellie took it all into consideration, and finally decided to open the file. The first page was all about her.

“I was a teacher,” Ellie smiled. “US history, for a high school.”

Natasha smiled, too, and continued to do so as Ellie went through all the things in her background. She listened as Ellie talked about her parents and her sister, about family pets she didn’t remember she ever had.

As Ellie came to the end of the section on her family, her jaw dropped and her eyes filled with tears. She shoved the file away and stood, fleeing the room and eventually the building.

Natasha pulled the file in front of her, her jaw going just as slack as Ellie’s had as she took in the information in front of her.

“This is some shady shit, Frankie,” Grace muttered as they walked down a concrete staircase. “What the hell is going on?”

Frank glanced at her, but said nothing before turning forward again. A single light bulb dangled from a wired fixture at the bottom of the staircase. Grace watched it swing back and forth a couple of times before Frank got the heavy door unlocked and motioned for her to enter.

Her jaw went slack as she entered the makeshift laboratory; it wasn’t entirely unlike the S.H.I.E.L.D lab where she had been enhanced. This place, however, lacked the technology to be up to par with the agency’s facilities.

“Gracie?”

The voice broke through the silence, causing Grace to turn and face the man she knew so well. He was bigger now, taller and more muscular — she wondered what else had changed about him.

“Joel,” she said, letting his name out on a breath of feigned relief.

He opened his arms and Grace dropped her bag, running to him. The couple embraced, and Joel lifted her face to his, kissing her roughly.

“I missed you — how did you get out?”

Grace swallowed hard. “They cleared me, put me in witness protection. I got the drop on my guards.”

“Always a runner,” Joel smirked, pushing the hood away from her. “Your hair got longer.”

“Yeah … Joel, what is all of this?” Grace gestured to the machines and computers around them.

He stepped away from her, took a deep breath, and sighed. “After I was dropped from the enhancement program, I couldn’t let it go. I found someone within the agency to sneak me the serum — I have to take it via IV, which is apparently changing the way the serum works. It’s better in some ways, but taking time in others. But — it’s happening. I’m becoming the man I was always meant to be.”

Grace smiled as she stepped up to him again. “I always said you had great potential.”

Joel chuckled and kissed her again. “C’mon, I’ll show you the rest of the place.”

As soon as Natasha showed him the file, Steve took off in a full run to find Ellie. A mix of emotions swelled in his chest; pride that she had the courage to open the file was churning with heartache at what she had just discovered she left behind.

He found her near the archery range. She was standing but with her head in her hands, her shoulders shaking. Steve slowed and reached out a hand to her shoulder.

“Ellie …”

Her head lifted and she sniffled as she turned to look at him. Stepping right up to him, Ellie bit her lip as she took Steve’s face in her hands and pressed her lips to his.

He knew he shouldn’t respond, but he couldn’t stop himself from returning the gesture. The saltiness of her tears combined with her own sweet taste; the scent of her invaded his nose. Steve never wanted to let her go.

Ellie was the first to pull away, stepping back and out of his reach. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just done that out of the blue. But, Steve, don’t you think that if I had a — a husband, who died in the same wreck I was in, and a little girl left behind, I should have felt some sort of guilt in kissing another man? It should have sparked something about my former life. But it doesn’t! I read this file of this person who has my name and my face but I don’t know her. It’s like — it’s like I ruined everything!”

She dissolved into sobs again, but this time, not alone. Steve stepped towards her again, pulling her against his chest and promising her that everything was going to be all right.

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