#you’re a genius op

[chaosandmarigolds]

Among the Bullets

Chapter 1, part 1

Summary: You're a transfer mechanic for a task force which you know nothing about, and while trying to figure out your standing with each of the members you begin to realize you may be over your head. (Evental romance, bear with me)

When someone would look over your file they would be met with a nice and normal, average-looking citizen, who took over your father's Machine Shop at the age of sixteen when he passed away, went to trade school and then university for engineering on scholarship. The worst law you ever broke was speeding, it was clean, neat, and tied up with a bow. Then came when you were invited to be a console on a Military operation, and somehow that kept being a habit; you were a vital person in many operations.

Clean file. Looked good on paper.

“Bullshit!” Simon snapped at Price as he tossed the file onto the oak desk, giving his captain a disapproving glare (as if he could look any different). “A civilian?” 

Price sat down at his desk, leaning back in the chair and looking over the file that now sat in front of him, the emblem on the folder like a haunting mark of the mechanic's impending doom. With a shrug of his shoulders, he lifts his gaze to the lieutenant. He was well aware was less than pleased but the order was over his head, even if he did agree that it was risky and it would only deter their efforts, he had no choice but to allow it and pray to whatever God there was that no one would be killed, “Listen it’s and in an out op, the kid’s been on the field before.” 

Simon grumbled pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked at the captain, almost having to strain his eyes to see it through the darkness. Sure he had seen consoles come onto the team for certain operations, but not for this type of one, not one that would require this much attention to detail, not one that would be risky even for him. Then atop of the already risky mission, he would have to babysit some knee-weak mechanic, and lord knew he would be dumped with them because no one else would even give them a second thought- it was idiotic. And he would be sure to tell Price about his opinions. 

“What ‘bout protocol? The ranks? To even know the task force exists is clearance nine!” 

“Since when have you ever given a shit about protocol?” Price retorted and then stood back up, picking up the file and looking it over, “Full scholarship to MIT, been in the field for over ten years, girl’s a borderline genius. Like it or not she’s comin on and guess what? For the lip you get to greet her.” 

“Not babysittin it.” 

Price narrowed his gaze and glanced up at Simon, almost amused by the man’s harsh words, “Oh? Now you get to show ‘er to her bunk.” 

Simon let out an exasperated laugh, almost in shock by it all. He was being downgraded to a babysitter, something any rookie could do with easily, something so very below his paygrade, “Make Johnny be the welcome wagon, ‘etter at it.”

“No, you’re doin it.” He tapped the folder and then held it out for the lieutenant to take, not bothering to make his expression even look pleased, so when the man reluctantly took the file he spoke again, his voice growing more annoyed with each syllable. “Get a move on, she’ll be here within the hour.”

With a grunt Simon looks down at the file and turns on his heel, mind whirling at how stupid all of it was, how stupid of a mission they had to go on was, how stupid whoever chose to put some random mechanic on the team was, how stupid Price was for making him be the stupid wagon. Well, replace stupid with much cruder words and maybe quite a few insults, and then it would accurately describe his mental dialogue. Just as he reached the door of the office he heard Price call his name and for some reason, not for some reason there was reason, he thought about ignoring him. With a sigh, he turned about halfway to assure his captain he had his attention. 

“Don’t scare her, need her for this op.”

‘Don't scare her’ he mentally mocked as he walked through the base, almost laughing at the choice of wording, there is nothing he did better than scare people. It was a part of his MO so of course he would scare whatever mechanic they deemed fit to come onto the team. Hopefully, for his sake and theirs, he would be able to scare them off before the mission happened. 

“It’s been forty-seven hours, I’m tired, I’m dirty, and I’m hungry,” Your words were mainly to yourself as the random solider handed you the duffle bag you had oh so perfectly packed, and you tell just by how lopsided the weight was that it had been ransacked. You had just spent the last two days in a carrier, only stopping twice to get fuel for the craft and you weren't even allowed to look outside because that was ‘above your clearance’ to know where you were and no one offered any food and you were stupid enough to think you would have some sort of meal provided on the trip. So, your grumble was more of a plead for food, or somewhere to take a nap, instead, you were met with your bag to your chest and no response. 

With a hum you walk off the hangar, the base itself was bustling, people all within their own heads and no one even knew you existed, which may be for the better because you felt like a fish out of water. You had been told that someone would be there to give you more information but you were currently standing with a bag at your feet, no phone, no reference for anything, and a lot of panic pooling in your gut. Sure, you were smart, socially well, you got along well with others but…You hated when you felt out of place, so standing there well it might as well be your worst nightmare. 

When you hear your last name hissed from behind you you close to trip over your own feet to look behind you, only to slightly wish you didn’t. Growing up you were of average height, and a strong build and you felt pretty alright with your stature- yet at that moment you had never felt so small to put it simply. The man before you looked the part you assumed he was, a soldier, one who probably had…issues judging by the skull mask and the black clothes, or maybe he just never outgrew his emo phase.

“Oh.” You couldn’t keep the small squeak from your throat from coming out and you tuck your hand under your arm to pull off your glove, holding out your hand as you forced a smile to introduce yourself. The man before you just eyed you put down and then held out a tablet for you to take. So, you nod and take it, “Okay…cool? What is this?”

“Your schedule for the next week and a half.” He quipped harshly and then began to walk off, getting about halfway across the hangar before he realized you were simply not following and he stood still, “Civil!” Simon heard you let out a small ‘oh!’ and then approaching footsteps as if you ran over to him

Simon's gaze remained impassive as he took in your appearance, his eyes lingering on your simple outfit and unassuming demeanor. There was something about you that piqued his curiosity, which for whatever reason he found more unsettling than anything else. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something that drew his attention, even as he looked away there was the faint growing feeling that he needed to look back- which was disgusting and foreign and he hated it so he resisted it with all of his might.

"We'll meet the rest of the team tonight," Simon stated, his tone clipped and businesslike as he continued to walk towards one of the main halls.

"Okay, and…," your voice trails off as you look through the schedule and then bite back a laugh as you see how…well scheduled it was, not a minute was left for anything, even your nightly schedule was not your own (something you will be ignoring) and you nod. "That is at 17:30 thank you, Lieutenant Riley."

“How do you know that?”

Your head shoots up and look at him and you let out a small hum, realizing your error by addressing him by a name you really shouldn’t have known you look down at the tablet again, so with a nervous tic of clearing your throat your gaze lowers to the tablet again,“C…Can I plead the fifth to that?”

“No.” His words left room for silence until he reached the quarters, the one that used to be an office so the bed was only a pull-out sofa and by far it was the closest to the garage, and he could tell by your confused stare up at him that you were baffled on why he stopped walking and he motioned to the door. “Yours.” 

“I get my own room?” The lightheartedness to your slightly ecstatic quip was met with a lifeless stare and you nodded, opening the door with a laugh following your sigh, “This is so cool! Usually, when I work for the military they put me in the barracks-” You spin around to see him with a beaming smile upon your expression, “Thank you.” 

Unshokcingly all you were met with was a nod and then being left to your own unpacking, so you nod and then move to close the door. Not that you needed to unpack, afterall you would be on base for about a week and a half, and then your little ‘mission’ and then you would be free to go home. This would be easy. Super…easy, right? 

; 

“Tha’ little thing??” Johnny interrupted with a flabbergasted look on his face, almost falling over from the next punch Simon landed on the boxing bag he had supposed to be holding steady, sure he knew they were getting a consult but- “She’s gunna die.” 

Simon looks at him from the boxing bag, holding out his hand to steady it, “No shit.” 

“Cap’n okay with it’?” 

A small pause and then Simon raises his fists again, “Don’t know. Meet ‘er tonight.”

I’m still new to this still, feed back would be sooo appericated!

Chapter 1, part two

#simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley fanfic #simon ghost x reader #cod x you #cod fluff #johnny cod #john price x reader #john price #tf 141 x reader #tf 141 #ghost x you #ghost imagine #coco's chaos <3 #simon riley x female reader #x female!reader

[lawsvalentine]

Calling Them Funny/Embarrassing Pet Names • OP Men HC •

Characters: Monster Trio, Law, Ace,

CW: Fluff, Humor

Cee’s Note: I missed doing these silly hcs 🤭 hope y’all enjoy

Luffy

Pet name you call him: Shorty/shawty

He is your short king 😌

Even if he is taller than you, he is still your short king 😌😌

At first Luffy would get all pouty, because he thought you were making fun of his height

“M’not short Y/N, watch this!” *does that one move where he inflates himself like a big balloon*

“Nope, you still my shorty” 🤭

After a while the nickname kinda stuck, and now he finds it amusing.

He starts calling you mami/mamas as a nickname

“Shawtyyyy!”, you yell, jumping on his back, arms around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist for support.

“Hey, mami hehehe” he snickers, giving you his famous grin, as he holds your legs, spinning around causing you to squeal.

Zoro

Pet name you call him: stink/stink stink

This one is pretty self explanatory sgdjjd

Jk…not really

You started giving him this pet name whenever you were in the mood to bother his ass lol

“Whatcha doin, stink”

“Can’t you see I’m train-WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?”

He gets so mad SHDJJD

You had to explain to him you weren’t actually calling him stinky that it was just a joke

“I still think you’re making fun of me”, he turns his face away from you, frowning.

“You know I love you stink stink” 😙

“Would you STOP!”

Never gets used to the pet name and gets mad every time you do it

Zoro is pretty basic when it comes to pet names so he will usually call you babe or baby

Sanji

Pet name you call him: babygirl

Look at him 🥺

He is SO baby girl

You call him this whenever you just want to shower him with affection

“Babygirllll” you cooed, as you peppered his cheek with kisses.

“But I’m a boy, my love” Sanji’s cheeks were flushed red at the amount of affection you were giving him.

“I knowww…but baby girl fits you more” you wrap your arms around his chest, giving him a tight hug.

Sanji absolutely cannot handle the amount of affection. Mans is on cloud nine

Sanji is also the KING of pet names

My love, princess, darling, angel, gorgeous- the list goes on

Law

Pet Names you call him: pookie/pooks

You’re so unserious for giving him this pet name sgdhdj

You definitely do this when you’re feeling a bit bratty when he’s being stern with you

“ Y/N-ya, I have work to do right now. You have to leave”

“But pookieeeeee” *pouts*

“……”

Literally looks at you like 🤨

Gets so embarrassed when you say it in front of the crew

“Hey pooks” you wink at him.

Bepo and some other crewmates start snickering behind Law, he lowers his hat trying to hide his pink cheeks

He was debating whether to shambles you or himself from that room sgdhjd

You both came to an agreement: he will let you call him it ONLY IN PRIVATE

He lowkey likes being called a pet name even if he tries to put up a front

He will call you babe or baby but if he’s feeling a bit frisky he’ll call you kitty

Ace

Pet name you call him: bubby/bubba

You didn’t know whether to call him “baby” or “hubby” so your brain just mashed them together and created bubby

Somehow that perfectly fit him

“Did you just say bubby?”

“Yes ” 😁

“Wha-“

“LISTEN! YOU’RE BUBBY NOW, DEAL WITH IT!” 😤

He actually deals with it lol

Lowkey thinks you’re a genius for creating it sgdhdj

He’s such a dork lol

This man gets puddy in your hands whenever you call him that

Ace has a praise kink (its canon bc i said so 🤭) so this just feeds into it

Loves to give you pet names like baby/babe or cutie/beautiful

#one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #op headcanons #one piece headcanons #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d luffy headcanons #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro headcanons #sanji headcanons #sanji x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law headcanons #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace headcanons #monkey d luffy x y/n #roronoa zoro x y/n #vinsmoke sanji x y/n #trafalgar law x y/n #portgas d ace x y/n

[absurdthirst]

A Bumpy Road {Frankie Morales x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12.6k

Warnings: Fake marriages, mentions of emotional alienation/affairs, fighting, drunk driving, death, feelings, injuries, mentions of surgeries, confessions, oral sex, vaginal sex, mentions of family planning

Comments: In order to stay on his team and keep his toxic ex in-laws from gaining custody of his daughter, Frankie does something crazy. He marries you, his friend. You need insurance and he needs someone to care for his daughter, ignoring how he feels about you until he ends up hurt on his deployment.

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You have an idea, it’s outrageous, outlandish and completely insane but it might just actually work. You bite your lip nervously as Frankie paces in front of you, swiping his hands through his hair and it’s unusual to not hear the rasp of the shorter military high and tight he used to wear. Since being accepted into Delta, he had been allowed to grow his hair out past normal regulation, the need to look less like the soldier necessary for the ops he would be running. Unless he has to give up his entire career because of the three year old little girl currently napping in her room upstairs. 

“How could they do this?” Frankie hisses, angry and frustrated. Scared that they actually could take his daughter from him, terrified they would. “They can’t do this. I just- I asked for help while I was deployed! Not to take her from me!” It had been a mistake to reach out, to talk about his upcoming deployment. The papers had been delivered by a court server today. He was being sued for full custody of his little girl by his late wife’s family. 

Your mind races, trying to talk yourself out of the crazy idea but you can’t. It would work. Better yet, people who knew you would believe it. And Frankie could prove that he had care in place for his daughter, stability. The military would get off his back and his former in-laws would have no case. The bonus would be that you would have health insurance for the first time in years. “Frank.” You murmur quietly, following his frantic pacing. “Frankie!” You call louder, getting his attention this time as he stops mid-turn to look at you. “Marry me.”

His eyes widen, absorbing your words, and he thinks back on how damn long he’s been in love with you. It’s hard to think about but he nods, knowing that this is smart. You need your meds and the insurance will get them for you. He needs a caretaker for his daughter that isn’t his toxic former in-laws. “You’re a genius.” He declares and cups your cheek to kiss your forehead. “God, how - you are a goddamn angel, baby. That’s perfect. We can - we can get married before I deploy and then Ana can have someone - are you sure you want to take over caring for her? I know you babysit and when I’m away but - full time? It’s a lot of work.” He says, lowering his hands from your cheeks.

“I won’t lie and say that I’m not nervous.” You chuckle and melt at the soft, grateful expression in his warm eyes. “But she’s a good kid. And there’s the daycare, so I can still work.” The more you think about it, the more that you know it’s the right thing to do. “Ana loves me, and I know you don’t want to lose her or give up your spot on the team. The boys need you.” The fact that you have very strong feelings for Frankie doesn’t need to factor into this. “I say we get married quickly so you can let your in-laws know that it’s a losing case.”

Frankie can’t believe you’ve agreed to do this and he knows he will owe you for the rest of his life. He can’t lose his daughter but he also can’t leave his friends, his brothers, to go into danger without him. “I want you to pick a dress. I’ll pay for everything. Rings too. I- I want it to be us and Ana. No one else. She loves you already and I- are you sure you want to do this?” He asks, reaching for your hands to squeeze them.

“It’s not completely altruistic.” You remind him, knowing that he is aware of your need for health insurance. “I want to do this. I know we need to take care of things, power of attorney and things like that, but I want to help you, Francisco.” You promise quietly, imagining a small courthouse wedding with the handsome soldier. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t sure. We’re friends. It’ll be easy.” 

Frankie nods, knowing you know him inside out, even the dark things he hides from the outside world. The dark sins he has committed. He leans in to kiss your forehead, “I think so too, I- I can’t believe I’m saying this but - but I can’t wait to marry you.” He smiles as he pulls back. You are his best friend and as much as he tries to deny it, he’s in love with you. He knows you’re better off in the dark on that particular sin. It wouldn’t benefit you to know that. His late wife knew and that’s what killed her. 

**** 

“Janet, please. Just calm down, sweetheart.” Frankie pleads, following his wife down the hall. Ana is crying, woken up by the screaming, and Frankie is desperate to deny what Janet is accusing him of. 

“You’re fucking in love with her! Just say it. I- you didn’t love me. Did you? It’s always been her.” Janet screams down the hall and Frankie shakes his head, unable to answer. When Janet got pregnant, he was just about to be called up for a deployment and he knew he had to do the right thing and marry her. He loved her, he did. In his own way. He can’t love her like he does you, though. You are the sun, the moon, the stars. Everything to him. He had done the right thing and married Janet but she was never you. When Ana came along, she became his world and he stayed for her, fought for her. 

When Frankie doesn’t answer again, Janet shakes her head. “I knew it. You bastard! You shouldn’t - you shouldn’t have married me. It’s over Frank. It’s done. I- fuck. I gotta - I gotta go.” Janet says, rushing towards the front door. 

“Wait. Don’t. You can’t fucking drive. You’ve had three glasses of wine.” Frankie growls, having long accepted that his wife became an alcoholic in his absence, drinking when the nights were lonely and Ana wouldn’t stop crying. He didn’t realize it until he came home from that first tour. 

“I’m fucking leaving otherwise if I stay in this house, I’m gonna kill Ana.” She threatens and Frankie growls, grabbing her purse. 

“You fucking - threatening the life of our daughter? You- I know you’re hurt but you’re a - get the fuck out. Go kill yourself on the goddamn road for all I care.” He growls, shoving her purse at her. She doesn’t say a word as she leaves and Frankie watches her drive down the street. 

Little did he know that he’d be getting a call an hour later to tell him that his wife had died in an accident, driven into a tree. He was upset, mostly for Ana, for the mother she’d never get to have. Janet looked after her well-being but was never affectionate or caring. Now she has no mother at all. “I’ll be right there.” He promises the cop and the next number he dials is yours. “Hey. Yeah, um, I know it’s late but can you come over? I need someone to watch Ana for me. I’ll explain when you get here.” He says and hangs up after you agree. His wife just died but his heart still beats at the sound of your voice. He’s committed many sins but tonight might just be the worst of all. 

****

“You don’t need to be nervous.” You remind yourself as you look in the mirror, hands trembling as you lean towards the glass and smudge a little more of your eyeliner into place. “It’s Frankie, he’s not- he doesn’t actually love you.” That stings more than you thought it would as you wear the white tea dress you had picked out to get married in. Feeling like a bride and yet not one all at the same time. It’s going to be just ten minutes before Frankie will be here to drive you to the courthouse to exchange vows. The marriage certificate is ready to be signed by the magistrate that will officially declare you Mrs. Francisco Javier Morales. The knock on the door startles you, and you look towards it before glancing back in the mirror. “It’s time.” 

When you answer the door, Frankie’s breath is taken away from him. You look devastatingly beautiful. “You look so pwetty.” Ana grins up at you and you look at her in her little white flower girl dress that is similar to yours, her hair done in what looks like an attempt to style it by Frankie. 

“She’s right. You look - you look incredible.” He says, his dark eyes meeting yours and he offers you a boyish grin.

Frankie is wearing his uniform, you had asked him to but it’s impossible to think of anything but how handsome he is wearing his medals. “Not nearly as incredible as you.” You reach out and your finger strokes his jaw. “You shaved.” Your finger grazes his lip and you pull back, aware that if you keep touching him, you will want to kiss him for real. “Every single woman in town is pissed at me today.” You promise. 

Frankie suppresses the shiver that runs through him at the way you caress his face and he knows it’s going to be hard not confessing how he feels. He knows you only think of him as a dear friend and even if, by some miracle, you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to look past his sins. He’s not good enough for you. He blushes and clears his throat, “alongside every man.” He counters and Ana tugs on your hand, “daddy got me petals.” She holds up the basket that she insisted Frankie get her. She had heard about flower girls from her friends in pre-school and she insisted Frankie let her throw the petals down before you walk down the aisle. “I know it’s only a courthouse wedding but Ana wanted to make it special.”

“Thank you, Ana.” You bend down to look the little girl in the eyes, knowing how excited that she is. For her, this is exciting and fun, something that she will play with her friends the next time she sees them in school. “You are the prettiest little flower girl I have ever seen.” You promise, making her smile and you reach out to cup her little cheek. “Now I know your daddy talked to you about it, but how would you like me to come stay with you and daddy? Help him make breakfast and do your hair? Would you like that?” 

Ana nods, her eyes wide, “yes! Daddy never gets my hair right.” She says with a pout, “are you my new mommy?” She asks and Frankie had spoken to her about this. How you were going to come live with them, how you were going to be his new friend and that her mommy was still with her. He hates how selfish Janet was to drink and drive and the guilt he felt when she died after he all but forced her into the car, but there was something in her eyes. He’s seen that look before. She would’ve hurt Ana and he couldn’t allow that to happen.

“I-” You frown slightly, unsure of what to say to the young girl. “I would like to be your friend. A good friend. But I also don’t want you to feel like I am trying to become your mommy unless you would like that.” It might be a little more than a three year old understands, but you don’t want her to feel like she has to forget Janet. 

Frankie kneels beside his daughter, “your mommy is your angel, remember? She’s gonna look after you.” Frankie smiles and says your name, “she’s gonna be your friend when daddy is gone fighting the bad guys, okay? You are safe with her and she loves you as much as daddy does.” Frankie knows his job is much more complicated than good guys and bad guys but it’s how he can explain to a three year old that he’s gonna be gone for so long. He hates missing huge parts of her life but he can’t let his team down. 

“Okay daddy.” She hands him the basket and steps closer to wrap her small arms around your neck.

You smile at the two of them together and you know that you are doing the right thing. You are giving Frankie the opportunity to keep his daughter here with him so he can come home to her when he can. “Are you ready to go throw the petals down, sweetheart?” You ask softly. “I bet daddy will take us out for ice cream after.” 

Ana grins and nods, squealing “lets go!” 

Frankie chuckles and stands up, holding his hand out to his daughter and he winks at you, “lets go get hitched, baby.” You smile and he holds his arm out to you, guiding his girls to his truck. 

****

Ana beams as she tosses the flowers on the floor, Frankie would say in heaps more than scattered but he chuckles and she comes to stand beside him. When you walk down the small aisle, Frankie exhales shakily, his heart pounding and he’s certain you can tell he’s sweating. When you stand in front of him, you beckon Ana to stand between you and Frankie knows he’s made the right choice for his daughter. It’s always been you.

The magistrates ceremony is brief and you barely remember any of it, grinning like an idiot as you stand there with Frankie, imagining if this were actually real. “Do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?” He asks, making you swallow harshly before you squeeze his hands. “I do.” You promise clearly.

Frankie nearly yells “I do” but manages to control himself, staring into your eyes as the officiant declares you husband and wife. “You may now kiss the bride.” Frankie knows this could be the only chance he gets to kiss you so he leans in to cup your cheek, pressing his lips to yours and he is firm but not demanding. It’s not brief but it doesn’t drag, despite Frankie wanting to pull you against him and slide his tongue into your mouth. This is an agreement between friends and nothing more. He pulls back and smiles, looking down at Ana between you who looks happy. This feels right. After signing the marriage certificate, Frankie takes your hand to guide you and Ana back to his truck. “I - I hope you don’t mind…it was supposed to be a surprise but the guys put together some food and drinks at Tom and Molly’s.

“Really?” Your mouth drops open in shock and you smile when he nods. “Oh my god, that’s so sweet.” You gush before you frown. “Wait.” Twisting in your seat, you watch as Frankie buckles Ana into her car seat. “Do they- uh, know what the situation is?” You ask softly, unsure of what you can say around them. 

Frankie shakes his head. “No.” He finishes pulling the strap up Ana’s chest and looks over at you. “I wanted them to be able to truthfully say they believe it is real.” He explains, making you nod in understanding. There’s the possibility that Frankie’s in-laws could still come for custody or challenge the validity of the marriage and it’s better if everyone thought this was real. “Got it. Happy newlyweds.”

Frankie is grateful that you’re going along with this. He knows it benefits you too but it’s a lot to ask, to pretend to be married to him. The drive to Tom’s house is quiet and when you knock on the front door, Molly opens it with a “congratulations!” You grin and Frankie holds your hand and Ana’s as he walks inside. All of his team are there, several of your mutual friends, and Frankie is blushing when they shout “congratulations.”

“Hot damn!” Benny bellows, making you automatically grin as the younger Miller brother bounds into view. “Fish got married! You son of a bitch, you hid it from us!” He tackles Frankie in a bear hug while Molly pulls you in for a  hug. “What? Afraid she’d see me in my dress uniform and run off with me?” Ben teases, pulling back to grin at his friend before he scoops you up in a hug. “She wouldn’t have done that? Would you, sweetheart? You’ve been in love with ole Fish for years.” Benny teases.

Frankie picks Ana up, not wanting her to be excluded and he tries to ignore the comment, aware that people have thought you and him have been in love with each other for years. It’s true on his side but he doesn’t fool himself into thinking you love him as more than a friend. “Shut up Benny, my wife has good taste.” He jokes and Pope walks over. 

“Couldn’t pick a best man so you decided to do it solo?” Pope jokes and Frankie gives him a one armed hug. 

“Uncle Pope!” Ana cheers as Santi takes her into his arms, “hey chiquita.” He kisses the cheek of his goddaughter. 

Frankie smiles, turning towards Will. “You finally did it, huh? You convinced her to marry you, you son of a bitch.” He chuckles and Frankie hugs his friend. 

“Guess so.” He grins as you greet your friends and they admire the ring Frankie had bought you. He had spent quite a bit of money on it, wanting to make something about this situation real.

The party is fantastic but after a few hours you are ready to leave. Not because anyone is rude, but the jokes about you being pregnant before Frankie leaves for deployment and giving Ana a sibling just curl in your stomach. Knowing that you are never going to have that with your husband because he didn’t marry you for love. He married you for Ana and to fight off his in-laws. With the little girl passed out against her father’s shoulder, you use that as an excuse. “We need to get her home. Today was a big day for her.” You tell Molly when she offers to keep Ana overnight so you and Frankie can have some time alone. “I think we will settle in better if she’s there with us.”

Frankie nods, aware that he won’t be getting a wedding night. He’s not that stupid. He would never ever ask it of you. “She’s right. I want Ana to feel settled since we are leaving soon.” He says and rubs your back with his free hand. “Let’s go, sweetheart.” He murmurs and he keeps Ana in his arms while he says goodbye to his friends, knowing he will see them soon.

In his truck, you look over after he’s pulled away from Tom and Molly’s. “We didn’t discuss sleeping arrangements.” You realize, rolling your eyes at yourself. “I can stay at my apartment until you leave, but I would rather Ana get used to me being there.” You admit. “Or I can stay in the guest room if you prefer? When Ana notices that we aren’t sleeping in the same bed, you can say that you don’t sleep well beside me? Or….” you bite your lip, imagining curling up next to him. “We are both adults. We can sleep next to each other, right? You have a king sized bed.” 

“We can share a bed. We are adults. Not like we haven’t before.” He reminds you of when he used to get drunk and end up in your tiny one bed apartment, seeking solace and a late meal after a night out with the boys. “Besides, I think it would be best if Ana thinks this is real. I want her to think that this is real so she is happy with you. Not that I don’t think you’re not - you know what I’m saying, right?” He asks as he drives to his house.

“I know what you mean.” Reaching out, you pat his hand and give him a smile when he looks over at you. “It’s a good thing we’ve started carting some of my things over, right?” You have every intention of selling most of your things, since Frankie’s is already established and your furniture holds no sentimental attachment for you. “We can go get my ID and everything tomorrow. Get me set up in the system as your wife?”

Frankie nods, “yeah. We will sort everything out tomorrow.” His heart pounds in his chest at hearing you call yourself his wife and he swallows harshly, knowing that nothing can be done. For your sake and Ana’s. He can’t fuck this up by letting his feelings get involved. He sighs and pulls into his driveway, killing the engine and he’s careful as he takes Ana out of her car seat.

As Frankie takes Ana to lay her down, you take the bag that Frankie had brought over into the master bathroom so you can change out of your wedding dress into some comfortable pajamas. They aren’t fancy or sexy but you had bought some new, cute sleeping clothes since you would be sharing a house with Frankie. Washing the makeup off and taking your hair out of the careful style you had put it in for the ceremony. Looking more like your normal self when you open the door to find your new husband in the bedroom you will share. 

Frankie is carefully hanging up his uniform when he sees you and his heart clenches at how fucking beautiful you look. He feels guilty that he’s got you in this situation, in a marriage of convenience when you deserve all the love in the world. He strips down to his boxers, pulling a plain shirt out to pull on. “You want some water?” He asks, clearing his throat and you nod so he ventures into the kitchen, exhaling shakily to force himself to calm down. This isn’t a real wedding night. “Here you go, sweetheart.” He says and hands you the glass.

“Thank you.” You sit on the end of the bed and take a sip of the water, trying to calm your nerves and you sigh. “I know that this is- that we aren’t actually together, but I want you to know that I’m not going to embarrass you while you are deployed.” You tell him. It's been a long time since you’ve dated but just because you aren’t really Frankie’s wife in all senses doesn’t mean you are going to mess around with anyone. “You don’t have to worry about that.” 

Frankie comes to sit down beside you, reaching for your hand. “I- I know this isn’t easy but if you do meet someone…you need to tell me and we end this. I shouldn’t - I don’t want to get in the way of the rest of your life. I love you - for - for doing this for me, and I will never be able to repay you. You’ve helped me keep Ana and I’ll forever be in your debt. I can’t - I can’t hold you back if you find someone and want to live your own life.” It kills him to say it, hating the thought of you with anyone else but he can’t be selfish, not when you’ve done so much for him.

It’s hard not to immediately assure him that you would never meet anyone else. Not when you are in love with him and no one has ever stood up against Frankie in your heart. Instead, you nod. “And I want you to do the same thing. You deserve to be happy, Frankie and when you meet someone that does that for you….” You give him a weak smile and go for a joke. “It will be the easiest divorce in the history of divorces.”

Frankie chuckles softly, his heart sinking but he ignores that and leans in to kiss your cheek. “Let’s get some sleep. It’s been a long day and I know Ana will be waking us up with excitement to have our first day together. I want to do as much as I can with her before I leave. Tomorrow, let’s go get you in the system and go for breakfast.” He says and lets go of your hand so he can slide under the covers.

Frankie has his side of the bed established, so you climb in on the other side. Knowing that you don’t mind it and you are thankful that his bed is comfortable. “It was a good wedding, Frankie.” You murmur as you lay down beside him. “Thank you. For not thinking that I was crazy.” You grin at him, knowing that he is also thankful you are willing to do this. “Goodnight hubby.”

“Goodnight wifey.” Frankie chuckles, leaning over to turn the lamp off and you curl up, falling asleep pretty quickly. He doesn’t. Staying awake and listening to your soft snores, murmurs, and breathing. His heart aches for you, to curl around you and breathe you in. He can’t ruin this. You don’t feel the same way, you want the insurance and to help him out. It takes a while but eventually he falls asleep, unaware that he had ended up doing the thing he was trying to avoid: curling around you.

Waking up in Frankie’s arms is a special kind of hell. Because you know that this is only because he’s asleep and not because he’s decided that he wants you in the middle of the night. Even if the very prominent hardness pressed against your ass makes you want to pretend that he does. The good thing is that Frankie is a heavy sleeper when he’s home so you manage to wiggle away from him before you wake him up. “Morning.” You huff when he starts to stir. “I have to pee, go back to sleep.” You urge softly.

He grumbles, hugging the pillow you were sleeping on, inhaling your scent from it, and he falls asleep again, wanting to make the most of this time at home. When you walk into the kitchen, you decide to get a start on making some coffee and eventually, Frankie wakes up, rolling onto his back and willing his morning wood to disappear. When the mental attempt is fruitless, he gets into the shower. Groaning as he wraps his hand around his cock, he remembers the dream he was having of you underneath him, celebrating your wedding night for real.

In the kitchen, you are reminding yourself that Frankie is just a man who wakes up with a hardon. It doesn’t mean that he wants to throw you up on the counter and fuck you. Deciding that you will make a small breakfast for Ana, giving Frankie some space and allowing you to cool down.

“Fuck. Oh fuck.” Frankie groans, jerking himself as his cum paints the shower wall. He’s lost track of how many times he’s imagined fucking you while in this shower. After cleaning off the shower and himself, Frankie brushes his teeth and shaves, getting dressed just in time for you to finish Ana’s breakfast. “Thank you for doing that.” Frankie says and fixes himself a cup of coffee after he sees you already have a cup.

“Of course.” Ana squawks over the baby monitor, obviously just waking up and you smile. “Do you want to get her or do you want me to start getting into a routine?” You ask, before you answer your own question. “Let me get her. I’ll be right back.”

Frankie watches you go, sipping his coffee and smiling as he listens to Ana sleepily say good morning on the monitor before she realizes you’re still there and she is excited, telling you how she wants to make cupcakes and show you all her dolls. It makes Frankie feel comforted that his little girl will be looked after while he’s gone. “Morning baby girl.” He greets her when she walks into the kitchen, eyes still sleepy and he picks her up to kiss her cheek. 

“Daddy. I want pancakes.” She demands and Frankie chuckles, “we will get pancakes later baby.” He says your name, “she made you some eggs for now.”

Ana frowns slightly and shakes her little head. “I no want eggs.” She pouts, crossing her arms and you try not to smile at the ferocious little look on her face. 

“Oh, well..” you sigh softly, “I guess you don’t have to eat the eggs. Even though they give you lots of energy to play.” You tell her softly. “Especially since this is just supposed to be first breakfast.”

“First breakfast?” She pipes up and Frankie nods, “yeah. Pancakes are second breakfast. But only if you eat the first breakfast. You wanna show off all your dolls, right baby girl? You gotta have energy to do that and eggs give you that.” Frankie explains to his daughter who lowers her arms. 

“With ketchup.” She insists, walking over to you.

Laughing, you turn back towards the refrigerator. “Eggs with ketchup, got it.” You don’t miss the way Frankie winces and you wonder if it’s something that she had learned from Janet. Frankie’s first wife had never hidden the fact that she hadn’t liked you, so you had tried to give her the distance she wanted, though you weren’t going to stop being friends with the guys or Frankie for her. “After you eat, I’ll help you get dressed and we will do your hair, how does that sound?” 

Frankie is reminded of Janet, who he used to make fun of for having eggs with ketchup and she used to make it for Ana when she started eating solids. “Can I have braids?” She asks, wanting to have her hair different from the styles Frankie just about manages to put together. “Of course, sweetheart.” You say and Frankie smiles as he watches Ana hug your leg.

Breakfast goes easy for Ana and you leave Frankie to clean up the kitchen while you and Ana go to get ready. The young girl sitting extremely still for a three year old, excited for her braids. You don’t blame her. The dolly she had introduced you two had braids and she wanted to look like her. Making her gasp in the mirror when she looks at her reflection.

When Ana comes out, squealing happily about her braids, Frankie ooohs and awws and tells her how pretty she looks. He winks at you, “you did a good job, baby.” He says and he doesn’t even think about the nickname he calls you and Ana admires the braids. “You wanna get ready and I’ll entertain the little lady?” Frankie suggests.

“Thanks.” You nod and try not to take his nickname to heart. It’s just practice for when you are in public and around others. “I’ll try not to be too long,” you promise, turning and heading towards the bedroom where your bag is. You need to shower and plan on doing just basic makeup for your ID photo.

****

Frankie glances over at you while he drives, admiring your profile in the sun and his gaze drops down to his ring on your finger. It makes his heart twist that he didn’t propose to you properly but again, he’s reminded that this isn’t real. “You got everything?” He asks while looking in the mirror at Ana who is admiring her Barbie.

“Social security, birth certificate, marriage certificate, driver’s license.” You go through all your documents and grin. “Yep. Although now I need to change all of that too. To reflect the last name Morales.” Your stomach twists pleasantly and you remind yourself that you are a Morales in name only. “Plus a passport change. That’s the one I dread.”

“It’ll be fine. You’ll have the insurance soon. Do you have enough meds to last?” He asks, knowing you have been halving the dose and he hates that, seeing how it has taken a toll on you. You aren’t your usual self and he wants to see you’re okay before he leaves.

“Yes.” You bite your lip and reach for his hand on the gear shifter. “Thank you Frankie. This is- I am grateful. I hated choosing between my medications and eating sometimes.” You hate how expensive it is to live when you don’t have health insurance and your job does not provide employer insurance since you are technically a contractor.

Frankie exhales, hating that you have to even choose. “Fucking country.” He huffs under his breath, knowing that he fights for freedom but those freedoms don’t allow you to have what you need when you desperately need it. He pulls into the parking lot of the administration building and comes around to open your door, helping you out before he moves to unbuckle Ana.

“Thank you.” You feel your cheeks heat up from Frankie’s attention to manners. You grab the diaper bag just in case and the three of you make your way to the first office to have you officially added to Frankie’s record as his wife and dependent. You will have to memorize his social security number because that is how they will give you the services you need from now on.

Frankie remembers adding Janet to his file when she was newly pregnant before he was first deployed and he squeezes your hand as you walk out, officially added as his dependent. He will call his lawyer later to tell them about the wedding so he can get Janet’s parents to drop their custody case. For now, he’s going to take his family to breakfast. 

****

“Silly daddy!” Ana giggles when he puts the empty glass to his eye and pretends to look at her through it. Pancakes eaten and bellies full, he hasn’t been this happy in a long time, glancing at you when he lowers the glass from his face.

Frankie is such a good father and it makes your heart pound. Imagining that you are a real family and wishing that you could be looking forward to giving Ana a little brother or sister. “Daddy is silly.” You tease, sending him a smile.

He chuckles, reaching for your hand so he can caress the ring with his thumb. “Daddy is silly!” Ana giggles and leans into Frankie’s side. He cuddles her with his free arm, knowing it’s going to be hard to leave but he has to, he can’t abandon his brothers. 

**** 

“Is she asleep?” You ask as Frankie walks into the kitchen. 

“Out like a light.” He tells you and groans in appreciation when you hand him the bottle of beer. He leaves in a few days and tomorrow he begins to prep for his departure. He has one last night to spend with you in relaxation. 

“You wanna finish that show?” You ask and he nods, watching you dish up the pasta that you’ve been cooking after giving Ana her simple buttered noodles earlier. 

“Sure baby.” The nickname comes naturally now and it slips off of his tongue without thought.

Your evenings have been so natural, perfect together. The friendship between the two of you had made it easy to be around each other and the only thing that you are struggling with is to not try to jump Frankie. He’s so sexy, especially when he comes home in his uniform. Waiting until he’s asleep to touch yourself while you are laying next to him at night or using your toy in the shower before Ana gets up is the only relief that you are getting. Bringing the pasta over to the couch, you sit down beside him and hand him his bowl. “Hopefully we figure out if they are going to get together this episode. I don’t want to wait until next season to find out.” 

“Probably not. It’s the waiting that makes the end result sweeter, don’t you think?” He asks, thanking you for the food and he hits play on the show. “Fuck, this is good.” He groans after swallowing the first bite. You are a damn good cook and he is going to miss your food when he’s got MREs on the menu. You eat in companionable silence, it’s comfortable and he loves that he can just be himself around you. Janet’s parents were furious to hear Frankie had married you, having heard from their daughter about how she thought he loved you more than her. Still, they didn’t have a case anymore so it was dropped

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind.” You start as you turn towards him. “I told Ana that we will drop you off together. She wants to see you off and I couldn’t say no. I think it will help her understand why daddy has to be gone for a long time.” You know this will be the first deployment that she will remember and you want it to be as good as it can for her. “I also got you one of those recordable books. You know? The ones that we saw in the toy store? That way you can read her bedtime story anytime she’s missing daddy.” 

Frankie swears he falls in love with you even more in that moment. Watching you with his daughter, how caring you are, how much you love her, it makes him want to stay and just spend the rest of his life with you, not missing a moment. When you were in the kitchen baking cookies with Ana last weekend, he imagined you pregnant with his child and it’s almost too easy to envision. “Yeah? That’s a great idea. I’ll do that tomorrow when she’s napping. I-I’m worried that she’s gonna forget all about me.” He admits his deepest fear, knowing he could potentially leave his daughter an orphan if he were to die on this deployment. It keeps him awake at night.

“I’m not going to let that happen.” You promise him softly, reaching over and taking his hand. “You have your will set up, you know I will make sure that if something happens, she knows all about her wonderful father, Francisco Morales.” You bite your lip. “Maybe you can record some videos for her? Send them to my phone to show her when she’s needing to see your face?” You know that video chatting will be sparse, sometimes impossible, but you want to make sure that she remembers him. “And we are going to be making you care packages.”

He smiles, unshed tears stinging in his eyes as he squeezes your hand. “You are amazing. I- I know this is - this is hard but I want you to know that I love you. You’re my best friend and I couldn’t do any of this without you.” He admits, “I owe you everything, baby.” He blinks and a tear escapes, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability, knowing that you’d never think of him as weak or not enough. He trusts you implicitly.

Your heart aches because you know that he doesn’t mean ‘love’ like you wish that he would. Still, you swallow down your feelings and lean over to kiss his cheek. “I love you too, Frankie.” You promise him quietly. You do, you love him with everything that you are and you always will. “I promise you that I will hold down the fort until you can get back home.”

**** 

It’s early and Frankie knows Ana is sleepy but she insists she comes to say goodbye to her daddy. The enormous hangar is full of families saying goodbye to their soldiers, some for the first time, others are well practiced in this. Frankie adjusts his pack over his shoulder when he sees his team. Tom saying goodbye to Molly and the girls, Will and Benny saying goodbye to their mom. Pope saying goodbye to his current girlfriend. “Come here, baby girl.” Frankie says, bending down to pick Ana up after setting his pack down once he’s standing with the team, not wanting to tear up in case it upsets his daughter more than it should.

“Daddy, I don’t want you to go.” Ana sniffles and you reach over to rub her little back. She had been very brave while Frankie was packing and had even stuffed a picture she had drawn for him in one of the pockets. “I want you to stay with mommy and me.” 

Frankie has mixed feelings, so happy that Ana is comfortable enough to call you mommy but he’s sad that she doesn’t remember Janet. As much as he resented her mother for what she became, he wants Ana to know her mother. Your eyes widen slightly and he knows he will email you to discuss this when he can. Now isn’t the time or place. “I know, baby girl.” He kisses her hair, “but I can’t stay. I gotta go fight bad guys, remember? You’ll be safe here with mommy and I promise you, I’ll come home as soon as I can. I will call you as many times as I can. I love you. So much.” He chokes a little and swallows the lump in his throat.

You know that it’s important for you to kiss Frankie goodbye, everyone around would expect it. You lean in and kiss his cheek. “I’m going to miss you. We are going to miss you. Take care of yourself please.” You beg him quietly. “Come home to us.” 

Frankie doesn’t know if he will come back and he nudges his nose against yours, “I- can I kiss you goodbye? Properly?” He asks, knowing it’s important for him to show you are his wife to anyone watching. You nod, unable to speak, and he cups your cheek, pressing his lips against yours. It’s brief but he tries to pour as much into it as possible. Ana clings to him as he nudges his nose against yours again before he pulls back. “I’m going to miss you, baby.” He tells you, adjusting Ana on his hip and he gets the minute warning to say goodbye.

Taking Ana, both you and she give Frankie a tearful goodbye, another fierce hug before he is walking away. His daughter is clinging to you as you both wave frantically as he boards a bus to take them to the plane. “Okay, baby girl.” You murmur softly, stroking her back as the little girl tucks her face against your neck. “We’re going to be okay. We’ll talk to daddy soon.” 

Frankie looks back at you before he boards the bus. Walking away is the hardest thing he has to do but he does it because he cannot turn back. He has to be there with his team. With a sigh, he steps onto the bus and takes a seat, unable to tear his eyes away from you and Ana as the bus pulls away. Pope slaps his shoulder, “they will be okay, hermano.” He promises and Frankie silently prays he’s right.

****

“Hello?” You quickly answer the phone, hoping that it is Frankie, letting you know that he’s gotten to his base overseas. “Frank, is that you?” You fumble for the light beside the bed and sit up. It’s late, or early but you don’t care. Ana groans next to you, having slept in the same bed for the last couple of nights since Frankie had left. “Hello?”

“Hey baby.” Frankie smiles against the phone when he hears your voice. He’s aware of how late it is there but he wants to hear your voice. He’s going to his op brief in the morning, diving straight into it, and he doesn’t know how long he will be dark for. 

“Hey.” You reply sleepily and Frankie’s heart twists, remembering how you’d curl into his chest during the night. 

“Just wanted to let you know I’m safe. Fucking cold here right now. How are you? How’s Ana?”

“She’s good.” You look over at his spot to see his daughter sprawled across his pillow and taking up even more room than he does if that's possible. “She’s sleeping in your spot. Wanted to cuddle daddy’s pillow.” You murmur quietly so you don’t disturb her. “I won’t let her get used to it, but she needs some comfort right now.”

“I miss her already. So much. I, uh, I want you to give her the bear tomorrow.” He says. He’d gone to the mall to Build A Bear and recorded his voice, telling Ana how much he loves her, and he wants her to have it now that he’s gone. The bear is wearing a uniform like daddy does. “How are you doing? I know it’s a lot to look after her alone.”

“Taking it one day at a time, baby.” You tell him. Thank god for her pre-school, allowing for you to work without having to entertain her. “Molly promised to come over and help out, we will get along just fine.” Reaching over, you pull up her covers and smile when she frowns just like Frankie does. “The bear will be the first thing she sees when she wakes up, I promise.”

“Good. I- I’m heading out any day now. Not sure when, but I’ll be dark for a while until we come back to base. I- I don’t know what’s gonna happen out there but I want you to know that you and Ana mean everything to me.” He confesses, wanting to leave you with that as his time is nearly up.

“We’ll be waiting to hear from you and putting together your first care package.” You hate how your stomach twists but you put on a brave front for him. 

“Sounds good. I gotta go now, sweetheart. I- I’ll talk to you soon.” He promises, aware of how much he wants to say to you but he can’t. He has to stay strong and not drag you into his stupid emotions. “Bye Frankie.” You murmur and he smiles, “bye baby.” He says and hangs up, closing his eyes and he knows this is going to be harder than ever.

**

You knew that this wasn’t going to be easy. Living in his house, raising his daughter. But it has moments where you can’t imagine anything else. Packing up care packages with his favorite things inside for him to have a bit of home and shipping them off faithfully. Living with your phone nearby at all times, because you don’t want to miss his calls. They are few and far between, but emails are regular, making you create a file folder to keep them all in. It’s been three months and you are finally settled into being Frankie’s dependent.

Frankie devours every email, every photo, every damn video you send of Ana. He wishes you’d include photos of you - not sexual, he just misses your smile. “Baby girl, daddy misses you.” He tells Ana on the video chat, back on base after a few hard hitting missions and he’s glad to see his daughter’s face. “Mommy. Give daddy a kiss!” Ana demands, having been kissing the phone to Frankie herself making his heart yearn for his family.

“Hey!” You light up when you see Frankie on the screen. Your hand automatically goes to your hair. You haven’t done it and you are wearing leggings and one of his t-shirts while you clean. Not your best look. “It’s good to see you, baby. How are you?” You think he looks tired but you don’t want to say that. You know he’s been out of communication so he’s been outside the wire.

God, you’re gorgeous. Frankie inhales sharply and bites his lip, “I’m good. Exhausted. We think we are gonna be sent out again. It’s - it’s rough.” He admits, running his hand through his hair. He realizes you are wearing his shirt and his cock twitches, knowing he’s gonna imagine you wearing just that when he goes to shower. “I miss you.” Frankie says softly.

“I miss you too.” Admitting that is easy. You miss your friend. The man you have fallen in love with. “Ana has a playdate on Saturday. We are going to Chuck E Cheese with one of the little girls from her preschool and her mom. Her dad is on the deployment with you.” You ramble, filling him in on all the small things about the time he’s been out of communication. “And we started a countdown for your tentative return.” You grin and angle the camera towards the calendar, showing where you’ve been marking off days.

Frankie hates that you’re waiting on him but he loves it at the same time, having a family to come home to. It keeps him going. It allows him to put his entire being into making sure he flies the team out of danger. It motivates him. “Hopefully I won’t be a day late coming back to you.” He says, asking you how your work is. Menial conversation but it means the world to him, he loves how simple it is to hear about your day but compared to the horrors he sees, he appreciates it.

You know that the call will have to end soon. Plenty of others want to talk to their loved ones. “We are planning on mailing you another package since Benny ate all your Oreos.” You laugh. “I put in a package for him so he doesn’t steal yours .”

Frankie grins, “thanks baby. I could’ve killed him when he bragged about stealing my cookies with the goddamn crumbs in his teeth.” Frankie shakes his head and Ana rushes up to the phone. “Daddy! Mommy got me a Barbie!” She holds her new doll up and Frankie admires it, reminded of how good you are with her. He’s not sure what will happen in the long run. When you meet someone and want to divorce. It will kill him but he will do it. “Okay my loves. I gotta go. Ana, sweetheart, I love you.” He says and she blows him a kiss, “love you daddy.” He looks at you, “I love you too. I’ll call when I can.” He promises and you nod, “bye Frank.” You blow him a kiss and he knows he will be thinking of that all afternoon.

****

“Coming!” Drying your hands on a dish towel, you rush towards the door, wondering who it can be. Maybe Molly, she had said she would drop by. Your friendly smile freezes the second that you open the door and see uniforms. Heart sinking, you feel like you’re going to be sick. You’ve seen this scene in a movie way too many times. “No-“ you gasp out, making the one with the silver leaf on his lapels remove his hat- or cover as Frankie called it. 

“Mrs. Morales?” You can’t breathe, you can’t speak as you imagine the next words, praying that you are finding yourself in the middle of a nightmare. “I am sorry to report that your husband has been injured in combat. He was shot multiple times and is currently being flown to Germany. You are his medical power of attorney and we need you to consent to surgery for when he arrives.” His words almost sound like you’re underwater. “Mrs. Morales, do you understand?” He asks you with a frown.

You blink stupidly at him for several moments before his words sink in. “He’s alive?” You whisper, reaching out for his arm desperately. “Frankie’s alive? Yes, yes whatever they need.” You rush out, tears streaming down your face. “Oh god, Germany?” You swallow. “I need to be there. I need to go be with him.”

“We have already arranged for you to go to Germany. Pack your bag now and we will wait. There’s no time to waste.” He says and you nod, rushing into the house to the bedroom to frantically pack a bag, grabbing your passport, and you go into Ana’s room, grabbing things for her, and you are grateful that Frankie got her a passport in hopes of taking her to Chile to see his distant cousins one day. “Mommy? What’s wrong?” She asks with a frown after she stops playing.

“Honey.” Bending down, you brush Ana’s hair back. “Daddy - daddy got hurt. He’s going to be okay, but we have to go visit him. Cheer him up.” You don’t want to scare her, but how do you explain to a three year old that her dad was in surgery after getting shot. “Can you be a big girl and come with me now? We have to be good because it’s a long trip.”

“Daddy’s hurt?” She asks, her lower lip trembling and you nod, “yes but we are going to kiss his boo boos better, okay? Can you be a good girl and pick out some toys for us to take?” You ask, grabbing her backpack and she nods, picking up her favorite dolls to take on the trip. Once you’re all packed up, you alarm the house and lock it, stepping out to the men waiting for you.

It’s surreal, being driven to a plane that is scheduled to take off in just a few hours. Apparently they had delayed it and you’ll never know if it was them or providence that had you up in the air so quickly and on your way to Germany. Praying the entire time that Frankie would be okay as you tried to entertain Ana, worried what you might learn when you land.

****

“Morning baby.” Frankie smiles, kissing along your neck. 

“Hmmm. Morning.” You grind back against his hard cock and smile, “someone is eager to start the day.” 

Frankie chuckles, sliding his hand under the t-shirt you’re wearing to cup your tit. “Always when it involves you.” He rasps, pinching your nipple and you whimper when he slides his hand down your belly after letting go of your breast. It’s starting to round, you’ll have to announce that you’re pregnant soon and Frankie knows you won’t be able to wait long after you both tell Ana. She will spill the beans within hours. His hand slides lower to disappear into your panties and he wastes no time rubbing your clit. Your soft moan has him biting down on your shoulder, grinding against you. 

“Fuck, Frankie.” You whine softly and he smiles against your skin, “mmm love it when you moan my name. My beautiful wife.” He sighs and pushes two fingers inside of your wet cunt, making you turn your head to find his lips. His tongue slides into your mouth as he pumps his fingers, loving the way you push your pleasured sounds into his mouth to muffle them. It doesn’t take you long to cum, sensitive from the hormones, and he pushes you over the edge by twisting his wrist to press his thumb to your clit. “Cum for me.” He begs against your lips and you fall apart with a cry of his name. He kisses along your jaw, working you through it until he’s pulling his fingers out of you. 

There’s a beeping noise and he frowns, looking over at the nightstand. “Did you get a new alarm clock?” He asks and you shake your head. 

“No. Frankie? Frankie?” Your face blurs and he’s back into the void.

**

“Frankie.” You carry Ana, rushing through the hospital behind the nurse who is bringing you to his room. He’s out of surgery but he hasn’t woken up yet. The danger is still there but he’s stable. Tears stream down your face when you see him looking grey and still in the hospital bed, hooked up to the heart monitor. “Oh god, Frankie, we’re here.” You promise, rubbing Ava’s back. “It’s okay baby,” the little girl has turned away from the sight of her daddy in the bed and tucked her face into the crook of your neck. “He’s okay, he’s sleeping. Trying to feel better.” The doctor had explained his injuries and the surgery and you are so damn thankful he survived.

Ana whimpers, “is daddy okay?” She asks and your heart breaks at the fearful tone to the voice. 

“Yeah, baby girl. Daddy is gonna be fine.” You try to be positive, hoping that he’s going to be okay. 

**

You’re not sure how many hours have passed. Ana is asleep on the chair, curled up after the hospital staff brought her and you some food. Time will tell if Frankie wakes up, his head and chest bandaged and you can’t seem to look away from the rise and fall of his chest, the beeping of the heart monitor reminding you that he’s still here.  When he does wake up, he blinks, wincing at the bright light above, and he tries to remember what happened.

“Oh thank god.” You sigh breathlessly when you feel him shift, looking up to find his eyes slowly opening. “Frankie. It’s okay, take it easy.” You don’t want him to be startled or scared. Squeezing his hand gently. “It’s me. You’re in the hospital in Germany.” Trying to keep your voice soothing until he turns to head to look at you.

His throat is so dry. Like he has been stranded in the desert for days without water. He swallows, trying to speak, and he tries to remember what happened but all he can say is “love you.” His dreams were lucid, showing him what life could be like. A life spent with you and Ana. You as his wife, his actual wife, not some paper so you can get healthcare. He closes his eyes again, feeling exhausted.

“I love you too.” You cry, relieved that he’s okay. That he’s awake. The fear and the anxiety make you sob as you lean forward and kiss his hand. “I’m so- god, I’m so - god I was so worried.”

The nurse comes in to check on you at that moment and you turn towards her, “he’s awake.” The nurse nods and comes over to Frankie, ushering you away and pushing the button to summon the rest of the medical team to assess Frankie who is still half drugged up but aware of his surroundings.

You move over towards Ana, leaning over and checking on her while the doctors and nurses come into the room. Smiling as she cuddles the beat that had his voice recorded in it while she sleeps. You have to talk to him. You can’t do this. Not when you really love him. You can’t pretend you don’t want a real future with him while playing as his wife.

The medical team eventually filters out and the doctor approaches to tell you that Frankie’s vitals all look good. He was shot in the head but it was just scraped and didn’t go in. He had a bullet to the chest which punctured his lung but didn’t go near his heart, and a bullet to the shoulder. He’s lucky to be alive but he should make a recovery as long as he’s stable.

Listening to the doctor, you are so damn thankful for the fact that Frankie pulled through as well as he has, hugging yourself as you hear the prognosis and what will happen going forward with rehab for him. “Thank you.” You murmur as the doctor leaves, letting you move back towards Frankie. You can tell that he’s about to fall asleep as you take his hand again. “Baby, I-” you choke out the words, new tears falling and you just squeeze his hand again, unable to get the words out. Frankie’s eyes flutter closed again and his breathing evens out as he falls asleep again. 

****

“Daddy! Mommy wants pancakes.” Ana declares and Frankie chuckles, “oh she does? I guess it is Mother’s Day after all.” Frankie says as he slides the pancakes he was already making onto the plate. “Come on then. Let’s go.” Frankie says once he’s got everything and Ana opens the door for him to find you holding the baby, breastfeeding him. 

“Happy Mommy Day!” Ana declares and you smile, looking up at Frankie as he holds the tray. 

“Happy Mother’s Day.” He says and kisses your cheek even though he showed you how much he loves you this morning before the kids woke up. “I’ll hold him while you eat.” Frankie offers after his son pulls off of your breast. You nod and Frankie takes the baby into his arms, certain that this is a dream. The life he’s always wanted with the woman he’s always wanted.

“I’ve been thinking.” You smile sweetly at the picture Frankie paints holding your son. 

“Yeah baby? What have you been thinking about?” He asks, looking up from Miguel to find you grinning at him. His heart flutters every time he sees that smile. 

“I think that once the doctor clears me, we should try for another.” You admit, chuckling when his eyes widen. “Have a set of Irish twins. What do you think?” You had cursed him while you were pushing Miguel out, but immediately apologized once the pain had passed and your son was in your arms.

Frankie’s eyes widen, “really? You want another one so soon?” He asks and you nod, “yes. Yes. I don’t want to waste time. It’s precious.” He agrees, knowing how quick time flies. “Let’s do it.” He says and he is leaning in to kiss you. “I love you baby.” He murmurs and you hum into his mouth, making him smile.

****

Frankie squeezes your hand while he continues to rest. Letting you cry in solitude while Ana still sleeps curled up in the chair. “I love you Frankie.” You admit quietly. “I’ve always loved you. It’s why it was so easy to offer to marry you. I- I want you to recover for Ana, but for me too.” Leaning down, you kiss his hand again, wondering if he’s dreaming. If he is, you hope that it's a good dream.

Frankie blinks against the bright light again, annoyed that he’s been dragged away from his dream of making another baby with you. The dreams were so real he mourns the life he had in those dreams and he opens his eyes to find you crying while holding his hand. “Wha- baby?” He croaks, throat still so dry and he wonders why you are crying.

Looking up, you press your lips together as you hold back a sob. Leaning forward and pressing your lips to his cheek and forehead, taking care to keep away from his bandages. “Oh god baby, you're awake. I - I’m so glad.” You pull back, knowing he is probably confused. “You were- you were shot.” You explain quietly. “You’re in a hospital in Germany. I- Ana and I flew out as soon as possible. I have been so worried about you.” 

He frowns, finally getting his focus, and he looks at you. “Shot? Germany? The- the others?” He asks, suddenly worried about his team. Are they okay? Is anyone else hurt or dead? His heart monitor starts to beep rapidly and he squeezes your hand.

“Everyone else is fine.” You promise, having heard what happened from the officer who had taken you to the airfield to fly out. “You took fire while you were trying to get soldiers out of a heavy fire situation. You were shot, but managed to get them back to the base before you passed out right after you set down your chopper.” Your heart had stopped when you heard how he had barely made it back to base, but you could only be strong for him. 

He’s still fuzzy but he understands what you are saying. He nearly died. He remembers the panic in his mind when he was shot, thinking about leaving you and Ana behind. Fuck, he nearly died. Fuck. “I love you.” He tells you breathlessly. 

“I love you.” You murmur, tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“No. No. You don’t understand. I’m in love with you. I love you. I love you. I can’t - I can’t live without you. You’re my best friend. You’re my everything.” He chokes, needing you to understand him.

“You’re my best friend too.” You promise him, thinking that he’s just telling you needing you as a friend. 

But Frankie frowns. “No baby, I don’t- I want to be married to you for real. Forever.” He manages, squeezing your hand. 

“For real?” You frown and then lean forward. “Baby, I want- if this is just some kind of reaction to being shot-“ 

“it’s not,” he insists. “I love you.” 

You lunge forward and press your lips to his. “I love you.” You tell him breathlessly.

He wishes he could reach up and cup your cheek, keep you pressed against him, but all he can do is kiss you back. “I’m so fucking in love with you. Always have been. Even with - even when I was with Janet. It’s why she left that night. We were arguing and I- shit. I’ve made so many mistakes but marrying you ain’t one of them. I love you. I love you.” He says when you lean back to look into his eyes.

Your heart breaks, knowing that you were the cause of what could be the reason that Janet was driving that night, although you know her actions were her own. You know that she and Frankie weren’t good together and you can’t blame him for the past. “I love you, Francisco.” You promise him softly with a smile, kissing him once more. “Will you stay married to me?” You ask quietly, not wanting anyone to over hear. “Make this a real marriage with me?” 

Frankie nuzzles into your cheek, unable to believe how lucky he is to have you. “I love you. It’s always been you. I- I don’t want to waste any more time. I want to start the rest of our lives.”

You smile and giggle happily, reaching up and brushing his hair back from his face. “I love you too baby. Now you just need to heal so you can come home to us.” Frankie’s deployment is officially over and as soon as he is recovered enough to go home, you would be headed back to the states so he could recover fully. 

****

“Frankie!” You huff, pushing at his wandering hands and pushing them away from your ass. “You need to stop. You could pull a stitch.” You chide, finding it harder and harder to push him as the weeks go by.

Frankie grunts, “don’t care. It’s been torture seeing you and not being able to be inside of you.” He admits, and he knows you’ve done stuff. You have sucked his cock and he let you sit on his face, but the doctor told him no strenuous activity. He hasn’t been cleared yet but every day it’s getting harder to not fuck you. He honestly wants to make love to you, something slow and sweet to consummate your marriage…finally.

You bite your lip and you know that he is just as eager as you are to finally have sex. Leaning in, you press your lips to his. “If - and I mean if - you can be good and be still, how about we compromise and I sit on your cock?” You know that Frankie wants to be in charge but he can’t. No with the bandage on his side. But if he could be still, you could ride him. “But you have to be still. Not trying to take over.”

Frankie pouts, aware that he can’t ruin you the way he wants to but he has the rest of your lives to make love to you, to make you cum on his cock while he fucks you. “I can be good.” He promises, sliding his hands down to squeeze your ass. Ana is in bed and he’s so grateful for it so he can push his hard cock into your hip. “I won’t take over.”

You smirk, absolutely aware of the fact that he will try to take over. “Then what are you waiting for, soldier?” You tease. “Get undressed so I can fuck my husband.” You are already getting out of the bed so you can strip out of the t-shirt and panties that you had taken to sleeping in. Enjoying the way Frankie’s eyes wander over your body every night.

He loves seeing you like this. His beautiful wife. The love of his life. He swallows, throat suddenly dries, and he is grateful he isn’t wearing a shirt. His boxers are able to be shoved down and he pushes the sheets down the bed before settling against the pillows. “Baby. Come here. Are you wet? You wanna sit on my face?” He asks, “there’s lube in the nightstand.” He wants you to be comfortable. “And condoms…if you want.” He adds, knowing you haven’t been on birth control and he doesn’t want to push you in case you change your mind and don’t want to get pregnant yet.

He pants, fingers twitching to grab you. He desperately wants you, he wants to make you feel good. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant.” He admits, knowing that the experience will be different than Janet who was a nightmare when she was pregnant. She was demanding and accused him of cheating, and then cried and begged for sex in the same breath. He had whiplash and tried to be there for her but it was hard at times. His hands caress your back and he leans in to kiss your shoulder, just breathing you in while you grind against him.

“Lean back, baby.” You chide, pushing his shoulder back gently. “I’m going to come to you. Give you what we’ve both wanted.” He feels so good against your clit that you can’t help but roll your hips, slicking up his cock with how wet you are and enjoying when his cock flexes against your folds. Leaning in, you press your lips to his in a soft kiss.

“Fuck. Don’t tease me baby. It’s been torture.” He groans when you kiss him slowly, his hands squeezing your hips to encourage you. “Come on baby. I need you to fuck me.” He begs, rocking his hips to grind against you.

Taking mercy on him and yourself, you reach down and wrap your fingers around his thick cock and lift your hips. Eager to have him inside you now and feel his cum filling you up. The first inch makes you gasp, carefully bracing your hands on his chest but not putting any pressure on him. Wanting to make sure you don’t hurt him as you sink down on him.

Frankie whimpers, actually whimpers, when you take his cock inside of you. “Fuck baby. You- Jesus fucking Christ - you feel so good.” He pants, “I- oh God. Wanted this for so long.” He grips your waist, wishing he could slide inside of you on your back and make love to you.

Leaning forward, you press your lips to his and slide your tongue into his mouth as you grind back onto him. Wanting to make sure that you get used to the thick heft of him inside you. “Me too baby, wanted you for so long.” You promise, your walls clenching around him.

Frankie almost feels like he can't breathe. His heart beats out of his chest and he pants when you clench around him. "Fuck, sweetheart. Feel so good. Can't - can't wait to feel this for the rest of our lives. So damn lucky." He kisses along your jaw and down your neck, wanting to worship you as much as possible.

“I’m lucky.” You start to slowly roll your hips, in no hurry to cum. You want this time to be soft and sweet. Not only for him, but so you can feel every inch of him scrubbing through your walls. “Love you.” You close your eyes as he kisses you, absorbing the groans and loving how his hands wander as you slowly ride him.

“Love you too.” He vows, knowing he’s going to ask you to marry him again. He wants a big wedding, the boys to be there and your friends. He wants to show off how much he loves you. After nearly dying, it’s put everything into perspective and he knows he is grateful for what he has. Others have fared far worse than him. His hands squeeze your breasts and his cock twitching inside of you, imagining them full of milk for his baby. The thought nearly sends him over the edge but he controls himself.

“Ohhh someone thought of something they like.” You tease, seeing the look on his face as he twitches inside you. You wonder if it’s the same as him. Imagining him knocking you up tonight. Your hips roll a little faster and you moan his name softly, reaching up and combing through his hair as your nose touches his and you look in his dark eyes

He chuckles softly, “was thinking about you full of our baby. When your tits get bigger.” He confesses and nudges your nose with his. “I can’t wait. I can’t wait to begin our family with Ana and another child. It’s gonna - fuck - it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.” He murmurs, caressing your back.

You moan, imaging how possessive, how loving he will be when you are showing. Frankie seems like the type to worship you when you are pregnant. “I want that too.” You promise. “Have your baby, share that with you. Raising our kids.” Ana isn’t yours by blood but you love her like your own.

He nods, knowing he wants to ask you to formally adopt Ana and be her mom. He will preserve Janet’s legacy with her daughter but Ana deserves all the love in the world. “Fuck.” Frankie groans when you rock a little faster, his shoulder aches but he ignores it, trying to rock his hips up into you as you grind on top of him.

“Frankie.” You gasp out, clenching down around him when his cock nudges against your g-spot wonderfully. “There.” You pant, knowing that if he keeps hitting that spot just like that, you will cum quickly.

He hisses, concentrating on thrusting up into you at that angle. “Baby. Cum for me baby.” He begs, “come on, be a good girl. Cum for me.” He demands, needing to feel you clamp down on his cock.

You whine out his name, holding onto him as he takes control. 

He wasn’t supposed to do that, but you are beyond caring. As long as he doesn’t rip his stitches, he can take the reins and thrust up into you. “I’m gonna cum baby, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum on your cock.”

“That’s it. That’s it.” He groans when he thrusts up into you, his hands gripping your ass, and you clamp down on his cock. “Fuck yes baby. That’s it. Oh shit. I’m gonna-” Frankie usually prides himself on his stamina but the emotional connection combined with wanting you for years and the added ecstasy of you possibly getting pregnant and his near demise has him sent over the edge. “Fuck.” He moans your name as he cums, cock twitching inside of you.

It’s Heaven, the molten heat of his seed filling you. Making you gasp in pleasure as you grind down on him as he rides out his high, pushing up into you with short thrusts. “Oh god, oh god.” You collapse against him and kiss along his jaw. “I love you so much.”

“Love you.” Frankie pants, his entire body lost in the feel of his orgasm. It’s more than he could’ve ever imagined. He feels complete. His wife in his arms, hopefully pregnant soon with his second child. It’s his dream come true. He just wishes it wasn’t such a bumpy road to get to this point but that’s life. Twists and turns…Frankie still got his happy ending.

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[comradekatara]

very sinister to me whenever i see posts that are like “it’s so cute/romantic how zuko is a dick to every member of the gaang except for [the one op happens to ship him with]!” first of all, the notion that “a troubled guy who is rude to everyone but you” is somehow a sweet romantic ideal is just eminently problematic. no one should want a boyfriend (or girlfriend, or partner of any kind) who is an asshole to all your friends and loved ones and everyone they’ve ever met, even if they’re the sweetest kindest cuddliest person when you’re alone. that’s just an obvious red flag. but also, it’s not even true?? zuko treats every member of the gaang like shit at some point during the latter half of book 3, even if he is also (somewhat) nice to them at other points. he yells at katara about “how unfair it is that she doesn’t trust him yet” (it’s not. it’s totally deserved), he brusquely dismisses toph��s feelings when she tries to open up to him about her childhood trauma, he basically mocks and belittles aang for clinging to the remnants of his culture that zuko’s direct forefathers literally wiped off the planet (which he does in multiple episodes, btw), he exploits sokka’s photographic memory for his own ends after interrupting his date to force him to recount one of the most traumatic days of his entire life like sokka is just there to be his genius butler or something, and he mostly just seems to pretend that suki doesn’t even exist. this also goes for every other character btw, including mai, ty lee, jin, song, jet, or whomever else you may ship him with. the only character zuko is consistently nice to is that kid lee from “zuko alone,” bc he’s healing his inner child or whatever. so romanticize the fact that zuko is inexplicably good with kids all you want, but when it comes to dating, i actually think zuko should take a vow of abstinence for at least the next decade or so.

#zuko #hot takes #okay….. listen…… #I SWEAR I don’t hate zuko #it feels like all my posts abt him lately are just tearing into the poor guy ruthlessly #but I’m not a zuko hater!!!! that is my son actually #it just bothers me (a lot) how much ppl are willing to whitewash him for whatever personal agenda they may have #so it’s not that I don’t love zuko #it’s just that I don’t love zuko MORE than I love the other characters #the selective memory and defensiveness when it comes to zuko fans is just. astounding. like cmon now #also I do believe in volcel zuko like I am dead srs abt that #technically it’s more nuanced than that but like. that’s truly the gist of it #hashtag free mai hashtag let my girl live #etc etc

[emilky-whim]

Folklore Legacy Challenge

Hey Ya'll! I've been working on this one for a little while and I can't wait to share it with you! It's a 16 + 1 generation legacy challenge for the Sims 4 based off of Taylor Swifts album Folklore! There aren't many solid rules for this one, I mostly just want ya'll to have fun and play it in a way that makes sense to you. That being said: - Mods and cheats are ok to use (I even encourage it). - Each Gen must have at least one child to play as the next heir. - I have used lots of packs in making this, you will need: City Living, Cats and Dogs, High School Years, Get Together, Crystal Creations, For Rent, Outdoor Retreat, Island Living, Dream Home Decorator, Parenthood, Discover University, Dine Out, Stranger Ville, Get Famous, Spa Day, Growing Together + more that I've probably forgotten. - If you do not have the required packs, feel free to change what you need to as long as it is somewhat similar to the original.

Gen 1: The One

You’re a meticulous gardener with a penchant for perfection, fiercely loyal to your craft and to your loved ones. Despite your somewhat snobbish tendencies, you dedicate yourself to finding true love, and when that journey ends, you never REALLY get over it. Yet you continue to cherish your familial bliss and vibrant social life.

Career - Gardener (Either Branch)

Traits - Perfectionist, Loyal, Snob

Aspiration - Curator 

Complete the soulmate aspiration with only one sim. Your sims permanently ‘separate’ once the aspiration is complete.

Always accept invites/calls from other sims.

Adopt at least one child.

 ‘’ = You may separate them as you choose.

Gen 2: Cardigan

You're a charismatic politician, oozing self-assurance and intellect, always in the know. As a Renaissance Sim, mastering myriad skills comes naturally to you. Amidst your political pursuits, you find time for youthful adventures, savouring bar dates, maybe one day you’ll finally settle down with a cherished companion.

Career - Politician (Charity Organiser)

Traits - Self-Assured, Genius, Insider

Aspiration - Renaissance Sim

Master all the skills needed for the politician career. 

Go on at least 5 bar dates as a young adult.

Eventually marry a childhood friend.

Gen 3: The Last Great American Dynasty 

You're a devoted stay-at-home parent, balancing material desires with a deep love for family and furry companions. Despite setbacks like a failed marriage and neighbourhood feuds, you find solace in nurturing your family and friends, building a home filled with love, even amidst domestic changes.

Career - Stay At Home Parent (You can work any career until you parent a child)

Traits - Materialistic, Dog-Lover, Family-Oriented

Aspiration - Mansion Baron

Have one failed marriage.

Become enemies with at least one neighbour.

Have your first child as a newly aged up young adult.

Move in with friends for at least one year.

Gen 4: Exile

In the world of espionage, you've always stood out. While others excel in covert ops, you thrive in building connections. Romantic at heart, yet socially awkward, you're drawn to leading, seeking solace in your club's camaraderie. After heartbreak, you relocate, shying from commitment but embracing your chosen family.

Career - Secret Agent (Diamond Agent)

Traits - Romantic, Socially Awkward, Gloomy

Aspiration - Leader Of The Pack

Create and lead your own club. Become friends with all the members.

After a major breakup, move to a different world.

Never get married or stay in a long-term relationship.

Gen 5: My Tears Ricochet

Amidst canvases and clay, you've always preferred solitude to the bustle of social affairs. As a critic, you explore the depths of creativity, while crafting jewellery and crystals on the side. Despite your artistic fervour, relationships falter, leaving you to nurture your creative progenies and seek solace in your craft.

Career - Critic (Arts Critic)

Traits - Loner, Creative, Art Lover 

Aspiration - Crystal Crafter 

Have a side business selling Jewelry and Crystals.

Get left OR leave someone at the altar.

Have at least 4 children.

Gen 6: Mirrorball

In the spotlight's embrace, you dazzle as an entertainer, with moves that mesmerise and demands that rival divas. Behind the glamour lies a heart yearning for connection, seeking solace in fleeting affairs. As you master the arts of song and stage, you flit from home to home, craving new experiences and relationships to fulfil your insatiable appetite for life.

Career - Entertainer (Musician)

Traits - Dance Machine, High Maintenance, Generous 

Aspiration - Friend Of The World 

Have a secret love affair, with whom you’ll eventually marry.

Master the singing, piano and acting skills. Never master any other skills.

Live with at least 3 different sims over your lifetime. 

Gen 7: Seven

Beneath the stars, you find your playground, a whimsical astronaut drawn to the great unknown. Childhood antics linger as you escape the mundane, running away with a friend to explore the world. Haunted houses hold no fear for you, just another adventure in your quest for outdoor thrills. With each holiday, you uncover new wonders, embracing the vastness of the universe.

Career - Astronaut (Space Ranger)

Traits - Childish, Loves Outdoors, Good

Aspiration - Outdoor Enthusiast 

Run away from home as a teenager with a friend/s

Live in a haunted house. 

Go on a holiday seven times over your lifetime. 

Gen 8: August

In the vibrant world of social media, you craft narratives with precision, driven by ambition and a hint of envy for the spotlight. Amidst beachside dreams, you seek solace in Sulani's embrace, drawn to its sun-kissed shores. An affair with a married sim sparks passion, leading to a child and an obsession, anchoring you to the idyllic island life, forsaking love for the serenity of the sea.

Career - Social Media (Public Relations)

Traits - Jealous, Ambitious, Neat

Aspiration - Beach Life

Have an affair with a married sim you meet while on vacation.

Have at least one child with the married sim.

Live in Sulani for most, if not all, of your lifetime.

Never date again after your affair ends.

Gen 9: This Is Me Trying

Driven by a desire to transform spaces, you carve your niche in the world of interior design, fueled by ambition yet shadowed by melancholy. As a youth, you flee, severing ties to forge a path of your own. Love finds you in the arms of a cheerful soul, grounding you upon your return, where you rebuild bridges and strive to be the ultimate caregiver to your children, overcoming personal demons along the way.

Career - Interior Decorator 

Traits - Ambitious, Overachiever, Gloomy 

Aspiration - Super Parent

Move away as a teenager/young adult and lose most of your sims relationships.

Get married to a Cheerful sim. 

Move back as a young adult/adult and re-make all the relationships you lost.

BONUS (Only if you have the Basemental Drugs MOD) Become addicted to at least one substance and successfully complete rehabilitation for it.

Gen 10: Illicit Affairs

In the courtroom's halls, you weave tales of justice as a private attorney. Driven by wanderlust and a fear of commitment, marriage comes swiftly, but it's the thrill of forbidden affairs that ignites your passion. Caught in multiple webs of deceit, divorce looms, leading you to Henford-on-Bagley, where you navigate the complexities of parenthood alone, seeking solace in the quiet countryside.

Career - Law (Private Attorney)

Traits - Non-Committal, Advenutrist, Clumsy

Aspiration - Serial Romantic

Get married young and have at least 4 affairs before getting caught. 

Have at least one child through an affair.

Get divorced 

Move to Henford-on-Bagley to raise all your children by yourself.

Gen 11: Invisible String

You always dreamed of sizzling pans and crafting culinary delights, a romantic at heart with a green thumb to match. Love's journey takes unexpected turns—a tumultuous romance with a mean spirit, a dance of uncertainty with a lifelong friend. As the years pass, you find your soulmate as an elder, nurturing both your restaurant empire, a family and a thriving garden.

Career - Own your own restaurant (or multiple restaurants)

Traits - Romantic, Good, Green Friend

Aspiration - Soulmate

Be in a long-term relationship with a mean sim and eventually break up.

Have a ‘will they, won’t they’ type of relationship with a life-long friend sim.

Get married as an Elder.

Have a well-maintained garden.

Have all restaurants at 5 stars.

Gen 11: Mad Woman

Betrayed in your youth by those you trusted the most, you harbour scars deep as loyalty binds you to your cause. You ascend the ranks of the criminal underworld, fueled by anger and an unyielding pursuit of justice and vengeance. Marriage offers solace, yet the thirst for retribution remains, driving you relentlessly until old age grants the serenity you seek.

Career - Criminal (Boss)

Traits - Hot-Headed, Perfectionist, Loyal 

Aspiration - Seeker of Secrets

As a teenager, have an ex friend/friend group/lover ruin your reputation/life.

Spend the rest of your adult life trying to get revenge.

Marry a friend. 

Only find peace/let go as an elder.

Gen 12: Epiphany 

Straight out of high school to the covert operations of the military, you excel, driven by duty and a longing to provide for your family. Medals adorn your chest, earned through dedication and sacrifice. Love finds you in the arms of a medical professional, but shadows linger, as memories of battle haunt your days, a silent reminder of the price of service.

Career - Military (Covert Operator)

Traits - Overachiever, Family-Oriented, Good

Aspiration - Big Happy Family

Join the military immediately after finishing highschool.

Retire/quit your job as soon as you earn all available medals.

Date and marry sim with the medical career.

Live with PTSD (you can use a mod for this)

Gen 14: Betty 

Your high school romance blossoms into marriage, yet jealousy festers, leading to a massive indiscretion that fractures the trust you’ve built. Amidst the wreckage, you strive to mend what's broken, seeking solace in weekly garden dates as you navigate the rocky terrain of love. In the digital realm, you thrive as a freelancer, coding with confidence and a hint of cringe-worthy humour.

Career - Freelancer (Programmer)

Traits - Cringe, Jealous, Self-Assured

Aspiration - Joke Star

Marry your high school sweetheart. 

Have weekly dates in your back garden.

Have an affair for an extended period of time before being caught. 

Spend the rest of your life trying to heal the connection between you and your spouse. 

Gen 15: Peace

Unable to make friends, you shed the burden of high school to focus on working toward your dream job and pursue the limelight. Amidst the glittering lights of fame, you still struggle to find your place and people in the world. Eventually, love finds you in the presence of an outgoing spirit, but as stardom ascends, so does the weight of its demands, testing your quest for inner peace amidst the chaos of stardom.

Career - Actor

Traits - Socially Awkward, Creative, Squeamish

Aspiration - Inner Peace

Dropout of high school and work a part time job to earn money.

Master the acting career.

Master the acting and wellness skills.

Marry an outgoing, good sim.

Become a Global Superstar and struggle with the price of fame.

Gen 16: Hoax

Born amidst the urban hustle of San Myshuno, your artistic soul yearns for expression amidst the city's chaos. Love's path proves rocky, a journey of unfulfilled connections and shattered dreams. Seeking solace in a fresh start, you depart the city's embrace, yet the ghost of past loves haunts your brushstrokes, forever captured in the vivid hues of your yearning canvases.

Career -  Painter (Master Of The Real)

Traits - Gloomy, Vegetarian, Generous

Aspiration - Painter Extraordinaire 

Grow up in San Myshuno.

Be in a long-term, unfilling relationship with sim you have bad compatibility with. Eventually break up.

Have a failed relationship with a family friend. 

Move out of San Myshuno to get a fresh start. 

Never get over one of your previous relationships and spend the rest of your life yearning to have it back.

(Bonus) Gen 17: The Lakes

Amidst the rustle of leaves and the whisper of pages, you find your muse as a writer, enchanted by the dance of words and the embrace of nature. Poetry flows from you, a testament to your romantic soul. Holidays are cherished escapes, moments of tranquillity by the water's edge, fueling your creative spirit. Yet, it's in solitude that your greatest works are born, a testament to your dedication to the craft.

Career - Writer (Author)

Traits - Romantic, Bookworm, Loves Outdoors

Aspiration - Bestselling Author

Only write poetry (unless specified for the aspiration)

Go on Holiday with your spouse and family often, staying as close to a body of water as you can get.

Complete the gemstone collection.

Leave the world behind for a period of time to focus on writing (completely alone)

#ts4 #the sims 4 #the sims #ts4 legacy #ts4 challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 legacy challenge #ts4 legacy challenge #the sims legacy challenge #taylor swift #ts4 taylor swift #the sims 4 taylor swift #folklore #taylor swift folklore #folklore legacy challenge #ts4 folklore legacy challenge

[meetinginsamarra]

My fave Sherlock BBC tropes: Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Around mid-month I’ll do a fic rec list with my fave AU genres or tropes. Summaries are taken from OP on AO3.

Enemy Number One by lookupkate

When Anderson finally crosses a line and gets fired a new pathologist takes his place. Sherlock isn't happy to find that the new doctor is almost as good at his job as Sherlock is. Said new doctor, John Watson, wants to woo the genius until he finds out what a prick he can be. Then he's just amused. And maybe a bit fond. And kind of smitten. Then he falls in love with the prick. Bloody hell.

Oscillation by lookupkate

John and Mary have been together for two years and John thinks they should probably settle down. John is happy with Mary. It's the only way their situation makes sense, so it must be happiness. Sherlock sees a flaw in that logic. What does John do then, when the strange man brings parts of his life into question and refuses to just bloody go away? Well, fall in love with him, of course.

Roommates are for little people by alexxphoenix42 @alexxphoenix42

John was looking forward to seeing his friends back at uni, but a new year brings new complications, not the least of which is a dorm room with only one bed, and a stroppy roommate with an utterly spectacular arse. God, John doesn't need the headache.

Mistletoe and Misdemeanours by Robottko

When Victor Trevor backs out of the Holmes family Christmas at the last minute, Sherlock panics because he has no way to impress his parents. Thankfully there is a handsome army doctor with nowhere to go in his coffee shop, though it would be more helpful if he were a bit more willing.

An Everlasting Inferno by thatawkwardfriend

Sherlock and John are both men who operate outside the law. John works for Mary and her hitmen in order to keep a roof over his head. Sherlock does anything his drug dealer asks of him in exchange for free drugs and housing.

They meet one night in a darkened garage to negotiate a deal. But they soon find out that neither of their bosses are being entirely honest with them about their goals or motives. With a little poking around, they stumble upon something much bigger than themselves and discover that perhaps, it might be in their best interests to work together.

(Loosely inspired by StartUp and Little Favour)

The Key to Castles in the Air by LadyKailitha

John is a clerk (and writing a book on the side) at a bookshop run by Mrs Hudson. The one downside to this perfect job is Sherlock Darling, Mrs Hudson's friend who loves to rile John up. About everything.

All that changes when they are forced to spend a week together in the country when bad weather hits. Sherlock's got secrets. What will John do once he finds them out?

Pencil Through My Heart by elwinglyre @elwinglyre

What’s worse? Sharing a byline with an arrogant consulting reporter or falling for him? Seasoned section editor John Watson faces this impossible choice. But first John must find him. Of course Holmes is out chasing the story of the century without him! In the process, Watson must reassess who and what he is, and even worse, admit he cares.

Aim for the Head by Breath4Soul

Sometimes you don't really find yourself until everything has ended. A fic about finding love, healing, and purpose after everything has gone to hell.

As if the doctor can read Sherlock's thoughts, he holds out a protein bar in the space between them. Sherlock’s eyes narrow on the man and flick to the bar with an expression of disgust. “You're at least one stone underweight,” the soldier states matter-of-factly, confirming for Sherlock, in yet another way, that he is a doctor. “Eating slows me down,” Sherlock grumbles. “No, fainting does.” The army doctor smiles kindly, patiently. Sherlock looks at him with confusion. “What do you care?” Sherlock snaps. The soldier’s smile deepens and he gives a casual shrug, turning his eyes to the road a moment. “You faint; we crash.” The soldier’s eyes slide back to Sherlock with their placid expression.

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada, ShinySherlock @ishipanarmada

(also on pirate and mermaid AU rec list)

Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose--is it a pirate's life for him?

Dive by FinAmour @finamour

It’s John’s third year of studying abroad at Harvard, and he’s still struggling to fit in. On a cold night in December, he finds his girlfriend with another man—and meets a tall, gorgeous bartender with horrible manners that he can’t stop thinking about. Just as John falls for him, madly, swiftly, deeply—the bartender disappears, and the bar unexpectedly shuts down. Unexplained occurrences begin to happen to John and his friends, and he slowly discovers the truth about the one he loves. Will he find him in time to tell him how he feels, and more importantly—can he keep him safe?

Synchronicity by Calais_Reno @calaisreno

Excerpt: John is just muttering some nonsense about bit different from my day when they enter the lab. A tall fellow with dark, curly hair is using a pipette to drop some liquid into a Petri dish. Hearing John’s voice, he looks up. Sherlock Holmes. They both freeze for a moment. He stares into those grey eyes that haven’t changed, still seeing every detail. Holmes gives a tiny smirk. “Afghanistan or Iraq?” It’s been years, and he is surprised at how much it still hurts. Realising that he’s staring, he clears his throat, shuffles his feet, and mumbles something about an appointment he’s forgotten.

OR: John and Sherlock meet again, years after they were school boys together. John hasn't forgotten why he still hates Sherlock Holmes.

The Company He Keeps by wibblywobblytimeywimeystuff

At his lowest point, John Watson met Sherlock Holmes. And Sherlock saved him. At Sherlock's lowest point, he met Greg Lestrade. And they saved each other. This is how Greg met Sherlock, how he met Mycroft, and how he became important to them both.

Toe to Toe by standbygo @blogstandbygo

(also on soldier and spy AU rec list)

Sherlock Holmes is an international ballet star. After a favour for his brother goes south, he finds himself trapped in a foreign country, with a man named John Watson who could be an enemy... or an ally. A crossover of sorts with White Nights, the 1985 film with Mikhail Baryshnikov and Gregory Hines.

If Baker Street Could Talk by a_different_equation @adifferentequation​

There is a thin wall between 221b and 221c. As if by fate, it has separated two sitting rooms that now are almost morphing back into one. One of the sitting rooms belongs to Sherlock Holmes (43), a pianist, while the other one belongs to Dr John H. Watson (45), whatever he might be after everything. John is a war hero, an ex-surgeon and a widower; John tells everyone that he is developing a game that might take a lifetime. There might be a wall between them, but Sherlock Holmes and John Watson cannot be separated.

#my fanfic recs #my fave Sherlock BBC AUs #my fave Sherlock BBC tropes #my fave AUs #enemies to friends to lovers

[anemoiashifts]

persistence, the self concept & phrasing in reality shifting. (& manifesting).

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚.

i brushed on this a few posts ago & wanted to expand upon it. what you need to understand, you are not trying to convince yourself that you have shifted or have manifested something. you already have your desire. you don’t need to think about how or when your going to shift because you already have.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚.

“Creation is finished…all that you have & will ever be — in fact, all that mankind ever was or ever will be, exists now.”

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚.

when you’re trying to convince yourself, what people tend to do is look for exterior confirmations instead of looking inward. if this is you, you don’t have that sense of knowing & are depending on the 3d to validate your desires. you’re waiting until you see those sublimonal results. you’re waiting until you see your desired reality bedroom. you’re waiting until you’re offered that position you’ve been wanting. the mistake you’re making is that “waiting period”.

before i go any further, i acknowledge doubts are normal. in fact , i struggle to believe in shifting & im not saying you have to 1000% believe in your ability every second. i did a survey on people who have shifted vs people who haven’t shifted yet & it came out that there was no really no difference between the two. while this may not be everyone’s case, this information can still benefit.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚.

♡ persist.

to persist means to push through something even through challenge. in this case, it’s until your desired outcome materializes. if you’re willing to be persistent in the feelings that you’ve received your manifestations, you’ve pretty much finished half the battle.

i see this sometimes on the r/subliminal subreddit. someone makes a post saying “ive been listening to ___ sub for a while & i haven’t gotten results”. then, someone asks op “how long have you been using it?” to which the original poster says “i month on and off.” subliminals work different for everyone, yes, but consistently & making sure you don’t fall out of “the wish fulfilled” mindset is so so important. that’s apart of persistence.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚.

♡ self concept.

“Healthy, wealth, beauty & genius are not created; they are manifested by the arrangement of your mind — that is by the concept of yourself.”

how one views yourself does play a part. a while ago i saw someone say something along the lines of “shifting is my only escape from this life”. while i felt for that person, that mindset may be holding that person back. manifestations are able to materialize from that internal sense of knowing. all manifestation is, is the 3d mirroring your inner world — what you already know. if your constantly thinking negative, you will notice more things “wrong” with yourself, the world. your brain is only conforming what you already know as your body likes to be proven right.

if you have a higher, more positive, outlook on yourself, in turn the world will become a more positive place. an example, let’s say if you live your life smiling at everyone you see on the street. chances are you’ll get smiles back at you in return because you smiled rather then if you didn’t. the world has become a more positive place for you.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚.

♡ self talk.

“I will (be) is a confession that I am not”.

this ties into mindset & self concept. you are making assumptions based on past experiences & patterns. you don’t see your dr around you, so logically, you think you haven’t shifted.

this plays on our assumptions. if you’ve been trying to shift for a long time without “success” it’s no surprise you may feel that trying to shifting is hopeless because you will not shift, based on prior experiences.

for example, 2+2=?

you probably just said “4” in your head because that’s what you’ve been taught & thus have just made an assumption.

comparing this to saying things like “i am ugly” or “i am bad at singing” you believe that to be true about yourself through experience or perspective. our experiences shape us. if we can get a hold of our outlook of our experiences we can change our perception & re-shape those memories to be a positive; to find the good that might have come out of it.

when applying this to shifting, looking at every “failed” shifting attempt as “i am one more night/day closer to my desired reality” or “another version of myself shifted & tomorrow night i am shifting tonight.”

changing your self concept & perception of past experiences, without making assumptions, begins with self talk & being aware of how we speak to ourselves everyday.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚.

#reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #shiftblr #shiftok #shifting motivation #shifting realities #shifter

[nyxthejinx]

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 - 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐

A/N: Woah there, I must admit I wasn't too inspired but at the same time I was? Ask my 7am brain lmao. Anywayss, maybe it's not how you imagined it but I caved and wanted some ruthless reader who doesn't take anyone's shit. For those who're looking for a pacific/civil confrontation... 👀 who knows

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏. | 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: When they take everything from you, you can either rebuild or steal in turn. You make the easier choice and watch your past go down in flames. Along with your brothers.

𝐓𝐖: Angst with no comfort, graphic description of violence (reader clutches Diluc's face and slightly jabs his neck with a knife ops), slight swearing, let me know if I'm forgetting anything.

𝐅𝐭.: Diluc, Kaeya, Dottore (mentioned) (all platonic ofc) - GN!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: I'll let it burn - Kanaya

𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, it shouldn’t have gone this way.

You shouldn’t have returned to Mondstadt clad in Fatui uniform, its emblem sitting mockingly on your hollowed heart. You shouldn’t have looked so comfortable with Dottore by your side, quiet and firm in a way you’ve never been.

You shouldn’t be looking at them as though they were the monsters here, not when those you’re siding with who killed your father and started this domino of excruciating suffering.

But Diluc left you, by what right was he expecting something different?

By what right did he gawk with such horror at the scars he left?

Diluc knows his faults. Knows all too well what eroded the remnants of his heart in the past three years. He’s familiar with the flames of shame and regret, with their relentless torment. They’re the only ones he's never subdued to his will, flames that his vision can’t reach. 

And yet, who could imagine that the fire he set three years ago, in a stormy night, would've raged into this?

That he would have ruined everything, everything with his own hands.

He should’ve imagined it. It was only the beginning.

“Well, what do you think of my work?” You asked, nestled at the top of the statue’s hands in the plaza. It’s almost like you prefer looking at your nails than spare them a glance, as you dangle your legs, careless of the fall underneath. “It took me three years of preparation, you know?”

Diluc doesn’t doubt it. The size of your work extends to the entire city. A net of withered small lamp grass and dead vines dripping incendiary oil and spangled with pyro slime charges crawls amongst the streets and up the houses. 

Everything culminates there, in the square: the plants climb up the structure like a grotesque floral dress, and right in its hands -where you’re sitting- they weave further together in a singular, deadly fuse.

You hold a match in one hand.

He feels like clutching his heart. 

Diluc wonders if this is how a heart attack feels, a slow and atrocious implosion that never ends. A handful of daggers that stab deep and writhe like devils in front of a god. A choked flame that tries to escape its unavoidable destiny 'til the last wisp.

And yet these examples seem far from fitting, not even the brightest genius would be able to describe such pain.

Your ex brothers stand petrified right in front of the statue, the bard's music and citizens' joyful choruses a distant memory now that it's covered in dead plants.

Diluc doesn’t understand how Kaeya is keeping such a straight face whereas his strength barely prevents his body from crushing under the thick, oppressing atmosphere.

He feels so weak in front of you.

"[Name]!" Kaeya’s shout breaches his eardrums and Diluc's unsure whether his brother is screaming out of desperation or to be heard "[Name] think of this, this is not what you want! We can talk about it, fix-"

Your thunderous laughter cuts through the frigid breath of the night, hysterical, laced with a poison only you can withstand without decaying. You laugh and laugh like a broken record, to the point where you can’t sit straight anymore and lean back in the statue’s hold.

You laugh so loudly, but he's never heard an emptier sound in his life.

"Oh, really?" You ask breathless after what feels like an eternity, as you dry your tears from your hardened face and caustic smile. A ghost of what you once were. "Tell me, what do you know, you fucking traitor?"

Kaeya flinches.

"I don’t think you’ve been there enough to know how the story goes. It's beyond repair.” You sit again, stoic, your legs dangling as if nothing at all had happened.

You draw out a dagger from the sheath strapped to your leg and start playing with the tip. Uninterested, bored in their actions and words. “You see, your brother killed me, that night."

Kaeya’s brave face falls at that. He snaps his head to the side, stares at Diluc with an intensity that burns a hole through his eyepatch. He's not stupid, he's more than capable to put together the pieces he's been given.

How kind of him to doubt your words, though, even in face of the bare truth.

"...Tell me they're lying, Diluc." He begs with disarming honesty. "Tell me they're lying please."

But Kaeya's imploring gaze falters when his brother diverts his eyes to the ground. 

Diluc never thought he could break what was damaged already, but apparently there's an abundance of pieces that are yet to be broken.

"Oh no, he’s telling the truth." You beat him to answer. "Diluc Ragnvindr killed his sibling and left the body in the mud, in the middle of nowhere. ‘I’m not your brother, you’re not my sibling. You’re dead to me’ and blah blah.”

You grimace at the memory. "You had fun, didn't you?"

Then you push yourself off the edge.

Diluc's heart clings to his throat at the sight of your free fall. He's ready to sprint, catch and hold you tight to his chest, beg for forgiveness until his soul leaves his body, but a gust of cold wind slows your descent in a show of eerie grace.

Only now he notices the anemo delusion hanging from your waist. A false promise of freedom, just like the one Dottore made you all those years ago.

Or maybe you consider it a true freedom, as long as they're not in your life?

"You're the 'Darknight hero' and the 'Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius.'" You spit the words violently, as if they were poison. But you seem so fragile, drained, while your figure becomes clearer with every step taken. And so do your scars.

Your eyebags are as deep as the night and your muscles so taut they could break any moment. "You're the heroes around here. Who cares about your... Silly mistakes? No one."

Diluc can't breathe.

"Well I do, because I am your mistake."

Diluc feels like he's dying.

"They haven't seen the behind the scenes of this... Little show you've put on. And they don’t want to." You go on, a couple of metres separating you three. You point at them with your dagger again, and only now Diluc realises it's your mother's stiletto, as it shines under the moonlight.

Crepus gave it to you after you snuck out secretly for the umpteenth time and got hurt in a dangerous, unprotected area. He chose to teach you, rather than ground you as a punishment, because 'it would be impossible to snuff out that untamed spirit of yours, and also a crime' in his opinion.

You’ve always worn it, but never tried to defend yourself that night.

To think of the catastrophe you're all facing now that your father is dead. He might be rolling over in his grave.

"That's why I say that even the good guys deserve a punishment from time to time." 

A wave of elemental energy suddenly quakes the ground. It morphs into chains, tight like nooses and cold like death. They cage the brothers' limbs and necks, forcing them to their knees. Diluc can't help but notice the familiarity with your father's technique, as his body thrashes in vain.

It makes it a little more painful.

You ignore Kaeya completely just like he did that night, as you inch closer to Diluc’s frame. Your visage is so peaceful compared to everything else, to this hell of a situation, to your clearly overexerted body. Your eyes flat, devoid of that very same fire your father encouraged to feed.

You've gone somewhere he can't reach, and it kills him though he feels dead already.

"What did he do to you…?" He's mumbling absentmindedly, not even sure who he's referring to. And you laugh in response, as if he just told you the best joke ever. As if you were drunk and couldn't do anything but laugh and laugh and laugh at your own madness. 

"Him? Oh, no no no no, Diluc. Don't even try." Your hand glides through your hair, now dyed, he notices. The typical Ragnvindr red choked to death just like your soul. "The Harbingers have shown me much more kindness than you could ever."

Then you're gripping his jaw and his eyes widen at the strength behind your grip, his movements frozen as the blade of your dagger presses under his chin. "They taught me the pursuit of revenge at its finest level."

Diluc doesn't speak a word. He can't. He's not able to. He side-eyes Kaeya, not even sure of what he's looking for in his brother's crumbling face, in his slumped figure. In the resignation pooling in his eye. Resignation for what he helped create with his noncurance. For what is lost. 

Seeing the last fragment break destroys Diluc a little bit.

"Eyes on me, you pathetic piece of shit." You yank his face, pressing the blade harder enough to break his unfairly immaculate skin.

A rivulet of blood streams down the length of his neck and Diluc’s sure you’ll skin him alive right then and there. But he looks at you in the eyes, no matter how impossible it feels.

That’s what he owes you.

"You took away everything from me," His shoulders sag. "And I'd dare to say you have nothing left either." His back bends under the weight of your words. "Dad died," He swallows endless bitterness. "Kaeya is nothing more than a sad, lonely survivor paying for only part of his mistakes…" He holds his breath.

"But you still have a home, in this miserable, wretched city of yours, don't you?"

Diluc thinks he just died.

"We gotta fix that, right?" His head falls forward like a withered flower as soon as your hand leaves his face, the bruise of your hold marking his skin. He feels another gust of wind and he knows what you’re about to do. 

"What kind of show would it be if we didn't play the final act properly?" Your voice echoes from above, so ephemeral it sounds from an ancient past, or a forgotten dream.

But it’s just a nightmare.

"Enjoy."

And you let the match fall.

Y'all had fun being arsonists when the game was released, huh? And now look what happened

DON'T copy/repost my work. REBLOG instead! ©nyxthejinx

#welp #how's everyone doing? #I'm currently delirious #and I think I finally found a good first scene #for the series #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc #kaeya x reader #kaeya #dottore x reader #dottore #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers #fatui x reader #drabble #gn reader #| Genshin Impact 🌓 | #| Nyx Writes 🌑 |

[usopps-devotee]

[knocks at your door but puts a note through your window]

Sorry for dumping these thoughts into your inbox but I don’t do writing and aint none of the friends I got on here are into OP let alone will understand the Feelings I Feel for cringe lord Buggy. Feel free to ignore, I just gotta get it out my system. Also feel free to ignore because boobies is involved here.

But if not —

Say for some reason, despite not having any especial performance ability what.so.ever, you’re part of his crew. But you want to prove yourself. You’ve been training your upper and lower body strength, trying to at least learn how to hang upside down. And you finally get it. It’s a small victory and you know for anyone else, he’d probably shoot ‘em dead for thinking that was worth getting excited for but you have a sibling suspicion that the Genius Jester has a soft spot for you. So one day while practices are going on, you excitedly tell him to watch how far you’ve come with the intention of holding yourself upside down for five whole minutes.

You don’t even make it to one.

Not because your body gives up, but because after only 20 seconds, you get a wardrobe malfunction. You swore you tucked your shirt in, you really did. But maybe it wasn’t enough. Because you feel a draft, you feel cloth brushing where it shouldn’t, and you can’t help but notice your boss’s initially somewhat proud look turn into one of being stunned.

Because as much as showstopping as your cute nipples are to him, Buggy’s pretty sure this isn’t what you wanted him to see.

You scramble to jump down and right yourself, face burning, all the while he’s trying to pretend like he didn’t see anything (even though he definitely did, and plans on seeing them tonight in his dreams). And if anybody else saw them — no they fucking didn’t.

And this awkward cringe fail clown can’t think of any response other than “Nice work. Keep at it” with a stiff pat on the back before shuffling off. Probably back to his room to think about what he just saw. A lot.

TL;DR - I got Buggy brainrot. Here’s a scenario of a wardrobe malfunction wherein you accidentally flash him. Burn me at the stake.

the incident has been in his mind ever since it happened. His eyes have been on you more than ever but yet he can't look you in yours. Conversations have been stuttered out on both sides. His throat goes dry whenever you enter the same room, you always watch his performances but now instead of watching the crowd his eyes are glued to your chest while center stage.

More than anything he wants to grab, to touch, to kiss your chest, to suck, lick and bite till they are covered in his marks. Always afraid that saying something would scare you off.

♡

Anon you have a place in my heart now trust and believe, you're welcome to leave thoughts on my inbox, my dm, telepathically transported into my brain. All are welcome boo thang

#high☆talks #ask kush♡ #buggy op #one piece #one piece x reader #buggy x reader #captain buggy #buggy #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy

[marvelmusing]

The First Bite

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Summary: After you get partnered with Billy for an undercover operation, you’re eager to tell Madani exactly why this is a bad idea. Things do not go to plan.

Warnings [18+]: smut, oral (male receiving), blood consumption, (reader drinks from Billy), mention of non con blood drinking on an underaged Billy, mentions of murder, heavy on the sub!Billy vibes, (Billy is definitely trying to hide his praise kink, blood kink, and pain kink but the reader is onto him), very soft dom!reader, Billy has a sub drop, aftercare

A/N: I’ve missed writing for Billy and had no idea it had been so long since I wrote a full fic for him (so I decided to finally write this idea - it sort of possessed me and I wrote it within a night)

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Billy Russo smells insanely good. To the point in which, on bad days, you need to clench your jaw tightly when he breezes by to suppress the thoughts of sinking your fangs into his throat.

You’ve never met a human that tests your restraint like him, and the worst part is that it doesn’t take a genius to know that Billy doesn’t like vampires.

The tension in his shoulders when he realises that he’s in the company of one of your kind is obvious, though he isn’t openly hostile towards you. At best, he tolerates you, nodding politely in greeting, and listening to your points during meetings.

You had worked with his friend Frank plenty of times, and the two of you got along well, which seemed to ease some of Billy’s discomfort.

But then you’re assigned an undercover operation, with Billy as your partner.

“What the hell is this?” You snap, throwing down the manila file onto Agent Madani’s desk.

She doesn’t look away from her computer screen, continuing to type as she remarks,

“I see you received my mission plan.”

“I told you no, Madani.” At that, she looks up at you with a raised brow. “This isn’t safe for Russo.”

She tilts her head aside with a smirk.

“I thought your self control was better than that.”

You lean forwards, fists closed as you press your knuckles against the glass of her desk.

“My self control is perfect.” You state fiercely. “It’s everyone else I’m concerned about.” You glance down at the file. “This club has an open policy. An unclaimed human is free use for any vampire.”

“Then claim him.”

You recoil, anger and disgust crawling over your skin. A claim was something personal and intimate. Not some act of convenience for a mission.

“No.”

Dinah looks surprised by your outright refusal. A lot of vampires wouldn’t mind an excuse to stake their claim on a human - especially one as good looking as Billy.

“I’m not going to coerce him into making a commitment like that just for the sake of saving you time, when you could plan something far better to get an in with these people.”

“And what if I said yes?” A familiar voice asks.

You swivel around quickly, eyes widening at the sight of Billy leaning against the bookcase behind you. One of his hands is settled in the pocket of his trousers, and you can’t deny that he looks delectable.

But you hadn’t smelt his scent when you had stormed in here, and you couldn’t smell him even now.

“Scent blockers.” He remarks in explanation.

You nod faintly, stunned by his sudden appearance.

“They work pretty good.”

“Can we talk?” Billy asks, standing up straight and gesturing towards the door. You nod.

“Sure.”

Neither of you speak as you walk down the corridor. Billy opens the door to your office, and steps inside.

He rounds your desk, sitting down on the chair there as he leaves you standing.

“Would you do it?” Billy asks.

“Do what?”

“Claim me.”

You shake your head.

“Only if you wanted me to.”

He raises a brow.

“And if I want you to?”

“This isn’t because of the op, is it?”

Billy looks down, fiddling with the Newton’s cradle that sits on your desk. He nudges one of the metal balls lightly, knocking them together which makes a minute clinking sound that only you - with your heightened senses - can hear.

“It isn’t because of the op.” He admits quietly.

“I thought you didn’t like my kind.”

He shakes his head. Then he rolls his left shoulder with a slight grimace on his face.

“It ain’t that.”

His eyes go distant as he stares across the room, seemingly lost in his memories, and from the look on his face they can’t be good ones.

“You don’t have to tell me.” You assure him.

“There was this rich scumbag vampire, who used to visit the group home I was at.” Billy lifts his gaze up to meet yours briefly. “Not many of us had met a real vamp before. He used to play games with us, stickball, hoops, whatever…”

A smile flickers over his lips, only for a moment, before his expression hardens.

“I was eleven, and that was when I found out how… appealing I am for your kind.”

“Billy.” You say softly, guilt gnawing at your stomach for how much you want him. He looks up at you.

“It’s your instincts, I know that now. We all think about doing terrible things sometimes. Doesn’t mean we’re terrible people.”

He rolls his shoulder again, a familiar tick, but you’ve never pondered the reason behind the movement. Now, you zero in on it as he says,

“That was the first, and last time, I’ve been drank from.”

You’re still for a long moment, staring hard at Billy’s face before you ask him.

“What was his name?”

His eyes lift to meet yours.

“You’re not going after him.”

It takes everything in you not to snarl in response.

“The hell I’m not. You were a kid Billy, instincts or not, there’s no excuse.”

“He’s already dead.” Billy states, and some of the tension leaves you. “Frankie and I tracked him down a couple of years ago.”

“And?”

“The fucker got what he deserved.”

You nod, the edge of a wicked smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Good.”

When he hears your response, Billy’s eyes go glassy for a moment, before he shakes himself slightly.

“So, you want me to claim you?” You ask softly. He nods. “You’re sure?”

He gestures for you to come closer, and you round your desk as he turns your chair so that you can stand between his parted thighs.

“I’m sure.” Billy says as he settles his hands on your waist, tugging you closer.

You get the memo, and move to straddle his lap. The sound of your heels dropping from your feet, and the crease of leather as Billy adjusts his position, fills the room.

Whatever scent blockers he had taken, must be wearing off, because the scent of him is slowly filling your nose, making your teeth ache.

“Is there anything you don’t want me to do?” You ask quietly. There’s confusion in his dark eyes, so you add, “Anything that makes you uncomfortable?”

“Don’t bite my left shoulder.” You nod immediately.

Billy looks back down at your thighs as he smooths his thumb over the hem of your skirt.

“And don’t call me pretty.”

“Okay.” You say in a near whisper.

With one hand, he tugs at his tie, loosening it with practiced ease away from the collar of his shirt. Then he undoes the first few buttons of his shirt. The movement allows a little more of his scent to reach you, and your mouth begins to water for a taste of him.

“We’ll have to do this several times.” You warn him. “Layer the bites to make the claim seem genuine.”

Billy hums in response.

“You just looking for an excuse to have me again already?”

A smile tugs at your lips, as you shake your head at him, looking up at his eyes sparkling with amusement. In response, you press a gentle kiss against his thundering pulse.

“This okay?” You ask.

His voice fails him, and Billy can only nod.

Nuzzling your nose against his neck, you inhale deeply, choking down a keening whine at his scent. Billy’s fingers are splayed wide over your thighs, squeezing the flesh with an increasingly tightening grip.

“You ready?” Your words are breathed softly against the shell of his ear, and Billy shudders.

“Yes.”

“Three taps on my thigh, and I’ll stop.”

He blinks at you for a moment. Then he nods.

“Three taps.” He repeats in confirmation.

It’s only then that you extend your fangs, pressing them into the skin of his throat and begin to draw blood.

He tastes rich with an underlying sweetness, the best you’ve ever had, and you’re desperate for more. Your chest is pressed flush against his, and you can feel his heart beat not only between your teeth, but against your own pounding heart.

He gasps a little when you pull away, but he tightens his hold on you.

“Make it messy.” He demands in a breathless voice. You blink for a moment, before you’re leaning back in, eager to oblige.

You bite higher up his neck, sucking harshly for a few seconds before you withdraw, only to lower your mouth around an inch before you’re biting again.

The startled whimpers from Billy would concern you, if you couldn’t taste the endorphins rushing through his blood.

Once you’ve left a rather decorative trail of bites along his throat, you press your tongue firmly over them as you lick a clean stripe along his pulse line.

He moans lowly, hips jerking against yours. Billy Russo likes some pain. Interesting.

When you finally pull away for good, you take a moment to admire your work.

Billy’s cheeks are flushed a beautiful shade of pink, the tips of his ears burning red, and his lips are begging to be kissed. The blooming marks over his throat soothe something primal in you.

Now all those vampires that stare at him as soon as he steps off the elevator will know they don’t stand a chance. When he returns to Anvil, his own company, your claim will follow, daring anyone to touch what isn’t theirs.

A flush of embarrassment runs through you when you realise Billy is also watching you. Quickly, you retract your fangs, and search for a tissue to remove the blood from your lips. You don’t want to upset him with the sight of it.

His fingers curl around your wrist as you reach for the tissue box on your desk.

“I ain’t afraid of a little blood, darlin.”

Your eyes darken as he takes your finger into his mouth, sucking away some of his blood that had found its way there. A growl claws in your chest, eager to break free and lay claim on him all over again.

Instead you kiss him.

He responds instantly, sucking his own blood from your lips which has a montage of thoughts and fantasies spilling into your mind. You want to scrape your nails over his body, and admire the red lines you would leave. You want to bite his hips, mouth your way over his adonis belt, you want to lick every inch of him.

You want to bite his thighs.

Homeland had sent you to oversee a training session at Anvil once, and Billy had been wearing a pair of shorts, which had almost been your undoing. Firm strong muscle, his skin flushed from the exercise, blood eager for the taking. You had almost broken another vampire’s jaw when you heard him make a crude remark about Billy.

You’re brought back to the present by Billy nipping your lower lip between his teeth. It’s almost cute, his blunt teeth trying to emulate the feelings you had given him with your fangs.

The two of you moan together, and nothing has ever sounded sweeter.

Then you freeze.

“Shit.” You hiss.

“What?” He asks you with a frown as you attempt to move away.

“Madani’s heading this way.”

He grins, leaning back in your chair as if he owns the place.

“And?”

You raise a brow at him, and he merely mimics your expression.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Thought your self control was perfect.” You hear her remark.

Narrowing your eyes at the door, you scoff.

“Fuck off Madani, I’m busy.”

At that moment, you cup Billy’s bulge, and he moans loudly. His eyes widen, and a fresh flush coats his cheeks as your eyes darken. You can feel Madani’s embarrassment through the door, and hear her hurried steps as she moves back to her office.

“Can I put my mouth here, Billy?” You ask coyly, squeezing his throbbing erection through the fabric of his trousers.

He whines.

“Wanna make you feel good.” He protests, grasping onto your waist weakly.

“Having you in my mouth will feel good.” You reason with him. “I want to taste you, Billy.”

He nods, loosening his grip on you so that you can slide down to kneel between his thighs, level with his bulge. You undo his trousers, and tug his boxers out of the way so that you can pull out his hardened cock.

“Such a gorgeous cock, Billy.” You praise, and he tips his head back to rest against your chair.

You take him deep into your mouth, almost the entire way, and the sudden warmth of your lips sealed around him makes Billy cry out.

“Fuck.” You moan lowly, and the vibrations have Billy groaning. “Fuck.”

Then you pull off him, only to lick over the length of his cock, smearing your salvia with his own arousal as you suckle on the head. The noises Billy makes provides ample encouragement, and you take him into your mouth once again.

This time, you nearly gag, and Billy grasps onto your head, hand fisting your hair as a means to ground himself. When you withdraw again, you’re gasping, but continue to lather his cock with your tongue. He whimpers.

“Darlin, I won’t last.” He warns you, knowing that the next time you take him fully into your mouth he won’t be able to stop himself.

You give his thighs a reassuring squeeze.

“Want you to cum down my throat, baby.”

Billy squeezes his eyes closed tightly, nodding in agreement.

When you take him into your mouth this time, you suck gently, coaxing him into climaxing as you rub soothingly over his thighs. His orgasm hits him hard, and he groans loudly as he spills into your mouth. You stay still for a long moment, swallowing his spend which pulls a soft whine from Billy’s lips.

He’s boneless as he sinks into your chair, his cock soft as you remove him from your mouth. He hisses as the chill of your office meets his sensitive skin. You continue to rub over his thighs, encouraging the tensed muscles to relax as you both catch your breath.

Even from your place on the floor, you can see the smile on Billy’s face as he leans his head back into the headrest of your chair.

Through the haze of lust, you hear the sound of the elevator pinging in the distance, and the scent of a familiar vampire stepping onto the floor.

“What is it?” Billy asks, watching you identify whoever had caught your attention.

“Carson Wolf has just got off the elevator.” You explain. “We might wanna clean up quickly.”

In a flurry of movement, you tug out a handful of tissues to clean up Billy. He takes them from you, smiling appreciatively.

On shaky legs, you manage to stand and open up a window, hoping to disguise the scent of what had just occurred.

When you turn back to look at Billy, he looks more or less put together. There’s a few splatters of blood on his shirt, and the flush isn’t gone from his cheeks, but aside from that he appears to be back to normal.

He stands smoothly, though he places a hand on the corner of your desk to steady himself as he moves away from your chair.

“Sit down there.” You command him, pointing at the chair on the other side of your desk, and he obeys instantly.

Settling down in your chair, you try not to think about how Billy had just been sitting where you are now. Instead, you open up the file for your upcoming op with Billy.

“You sure you wanna do this?” You ask him, tapping your finger against the open file. He looks down at the papers for a moment before he nods.

“Yeah, I do.”

“It might be quite intense.”

“I can handle it.” He states firmly.

Just as you’re about to explain exactly how intense it might be for him, there’s a knock at the door. Billy tenses ever so slightly, and you look over at him before you call out,

“Come in.”

The door opens, revealing your boss, Carson Wolf. You don’t look it, but you’re around the same age as him, and the two of you had known of one another for a long time before you started work at Homeland.

“Mr Wolf.” You greet with a casual nod. He responds with a small smile, before he turns to Billy.

“Mr Russo.” He holds out a hand for Billy, to which Billy stands to shake with a firm hand of his own.

Something unpleasant crawls over your skin as you watch another vampire touch Billy so soon after your claim.

“Pleasure to see you again, sir.” Wolf nods.

“Glad you were willing to help us with this.”

“Always happy to help, sir.” Billy says with a twist in his smile, and you can’t stop the bloom of pride in your chest at the meaning behind his words.

You study Wolf’s reaction as his eyes fall to Billy’s neck. It’s only natural for a vampire to sneak one glance, even when they’re trying to be professional. He steps back slightly, which you appreciate.

Billy sits back down, and Wolf looks over at you.

“I’ll let you get on with it then.” He remarks. “No doubt you have plenty to discuss.”

You nod in agreement.

“Yes we do.”

“Good work.” He adds, nodding between you and Billy.

“Thank you, sir.”

Wolf closes the door behind him, and you listen to his footsteps receding, before you look back up at Billy. The lack of aftercare he’s had concerns you.

“You wanna get out of here?” You ask him as casually as possible, not wanting to worry him.

Billy nods and pulls out his phone, which has a frown creasing at your brows.

“What are you doing?”

“Messaging my driver.”

“I’ll drive you home.” He shakes his head, blinking heavily afterwards.

“I’m not heading home. I’ll be going back to Anvil.”

“Billy. You’ve lost a lot of blood.”

“I’m fine.” He insists.

“The only reason you’re fine is cause you’re currently running on adrenaline. You’ll crash pretty soon.”

He pauses for a moment, assessing his body, and he seems to only just notice the way his leg is bouncing.

“Alright.”

Satisfied with his answer, you nod and begin to tidy away your files. Not looking up at him, you ask,

“What’s your favourite drive-through?”

“I’m not hungry.”

You look up at him sharply. He relents with a sigh.

“There’s a McDonald’s round the corner from my place.”

“Good.”

As soon as you pull up at the drive-through, Billy decides to act like a brat.

When you ask him what he wants, he crosses his arms and refuses to speak. The pause is so long that the server on the other end of the speaker believes you’ve disappeared.

You’re thoroughly tempted to buy him a happy meal. Act like a child, get treated like a child. You force yourself to remember that he’s been through a lot within the last hour, and that a simple question like ‘what do you want’ might be harder for him to answer.

So, you order for him, ensuring to ask for a few bottles of water and orange juice to help with his fluid and vitamin levels. Not to mention ordering whatever bakery product had the most dark chocolate in it - for his iron and sugar.

He gives you reluctant directions to his apartment building, and protests when you get out of the car with him.

You shake your head at him.

“I’m not leaving you alone until I know you’re safe.”

He sighs, but his shoulders are slumped a little more than usual, and his eyes look heavy. Since his hands are full with the food, he gives you his floor number so that you can press the correct button in the elevator.

You fish his keys out of his coat pocket, and unlock the door for him. As he moves to the kitchen, dumping the food down on the kitchen island, you trail after him.

“Not that I don’t appreciate all this,” He starts, waving a hand at the paper bags he had discarded. “But you can go now. I’m home.”

“Do you want me to?” You ask quietly.

He falters.

“It’s okay if you don’t want me to go.”

His lower lip wobbles ever so slightly, and your heart breaks as he swallows down his emotions.

“I’m fine on my own. Always have been.” He adds with a shrug.

“But do you want to be?”

“Do I wanna be alone? What kinda question is that?” He swallows hard, his throat bobbing and his cheeks flushing as he tries to hold back again. “No, I don’t.”

“Come here.” You say softly. Billy stares hard at the ground, not looking at you as he steps closer.

You make the first move. Sliding your arms around him, and pressing your face against his chest, right next to his beating heart.

“I want to stay with you, Billy. If you’ll let me.”

You feel him nod as he presses his face into your hair. Then his arms wrap around your body, holding you in a fierce grip.

“Don’t leave.” He mumbles pleadingly.

“I won’t.”

The two of you stay like that, Billy curled tightly around you, as you stroke down his back soothingly. It’s only once you remember that his food will be getting cold that you encourage him to relocate to the living room.

You ensure that he’s comfy, settled on the couch and offer him the food you’d ordered for him. Unsurprisingly, Billy is starving. He eats eagerly, and you decide not to make a remark about his attitude at the drive-through.

Once he’s had his fill, you can hear his heart rate slowing as his eyes droop. They flutter closed briefly when you slide a hand into his hair, massaging his scalp gently.

“You wanna nap, baby?” You ask in a soft voice.

His breathing hitches, before he’s nodding with his eyes closed.

“Come here.”

He obeys with his eyes closed still, shifting closer to cuddle against your side. His face presses against the crook of your neck, and you tug a throw blanket over his body.

He whines quietly when you shift, but you’re quick to reassure him, your lips brushing against his forehead as you speak.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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Billy Russo Tag List: @blackbirddaredevil23 @rafaelakelley @theysayitscrazy @nyx2021 @skybridgerton @dragon-of-winterfell @chickensarentcheap @stardustmorozov @sweetwritingfanficfriend @witchcraftandwit @ladyofsoa @ily2lia

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#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo the punisher #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x you #billy russo imagine #the punisher au

[raincitygirl76]

A few months ago someone who was pretty new to YR fandom posted this super fascinating take on the jubilee speech cinematography. Basically, that as Kristina’s watching Wilhelm give the speech, he’s facing her at the podium, and she can see Simon in the choir behind him. Only this user made it much more interesting than my simple description. Brilliant post!

Anyway, I thought I had tagged that post months ago when I reblogged it, but it seems I didn’t. It’s not showing up when I search my tags, anyway. Does anybody at all remember that post?

Or even just the username of the OP? If I remember their username, I can search for the post in their blog. I really want to re-read their analysis, and it’s driving me nuts that I can’t.

Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope!

Edited to add:

@themarsbar is a genius, and found the post for me in no time. It was actually about Simon's physical perspective on the scene, not on Kristina's. But I was right, it was about the way everybody is lined up in the jubilee Speech scene. The OP is @foreverunraveling

#queue #young royals #wilmon #simon eriksson #young royals favourite posts #young royals season 2 #queen kristina #royal court #Hillerska jubilee #jubilee speech

[zaimta]

Hey, how are you? Can I please ask relationship headcanons for Sai from Dr Stone with a male reader? I struggle to find headcanons or scenario for him and I like this cute boy a lot.

Have a good day/night and feel free to ignore

zai says: i actually love sai so bad he's the cutest!! SAI STANS UNITE

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MODERN WORLD-

he’s the sweetest guy ever, pinkie link believer because he would be too nervous to hold your hand sometimes

indoor dates just chilling at one of y’all’s places is very common for y’all. maybe playing a new video game together or binge-watching y’all’s favorite show

loves playing co-op games with you, and they end up testing your relationship so bad that it’s hilarious. like overcooked!! y’all are a mess

he lets you beat him at games from time to time because he loves seeing you smile

if you wanted him to he would mod all your consoles for you. buys you all your amiibo faves your shelves are decorated with merch because if he spots something of your favorite character he will buy it for you with a quickness

he teaches you to code!! even better if you’re like a comp sci major or something because he loves helping you study

talks to you about some random coding program for hours and it’s the cutest thing ever because it’s so obvious that he loves what he does

late night talks about how he doesn’t really want to take over nanami corp. he just wants to code and make his own game

isabelle and doomguy/doom slayer vibes

he’s such a sap for you “my boyfriend” this “my boyfriend” that whoever he’s close with knows every last unnecessary detail about you because he talks about you so much

he adores kissing your hands, he never tells you why because he always gets embarrassed

bubs enthusiast!! he loves calling you that but he never calls you that around anyone else it

STONE WORLD-

his stress is pumped up to ten, he’s always nervous about something and you calm him down

when he was first broken out of the stone he wanted to ask about you but he didn’t wanna feel like he was asking for too much oh but ryusui knew and gets you revived for sai

when sai can get some time alone with you he loves talking about the modern world and things he misses about it. he swears that once he’s able to code something he’ll code all of your favorite games (and he does!!)

he traces your stone cracks from time to time, his touch is so gentle like he’s trying not to ruin the cracks or like he’s afraid it’ll make them run deeper

he has you help him with the coding work, if you’re not that good he lets you do the simple stuff but he taught you enough so you know what you’re doing

when you find and error in his code that has him stressing (and since it’s on paper for a min it’s sm worse) he’s like “bubs you’re a genius!!” and he hugs you n kisses you all over your face

kinda loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, especially if your nails are on the long side it reminds him of when y’all would just chill in his room in the modern world

he loves when he gets to lay down with you and catch a break, little spoon he loves just wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your chest and holding your hand

he’s so deeply in love with you

#dr stone x reader #sai x reader #dr stone x male reader #sai x male reader #dr stone x you #dcst x reader #dcst x you #sai x you #sai x y/n #sai fluff #dr stone fluff #sai nanami x reader #sai nanami x you #sai nanami fluff

[count-alucard-tepes]

Op hotties reaction to their kids asking them "if you come out of the shower cleaned,how does your towel get dirthy?"

Kizaru ✨: *smirks* “…definitely got that witty side from your mother…go ask her”

Akainu🌋: *confused mathematical equations red puppy insert*

Ryokugyu 🌱: “…shit…when did you get so smart?”

Fujitora 🐅: *raises his brows* “…why do I feel so stupid right now?”

Sir Crocodile 🐊: *smirks* “…smart ass”

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩:

Benn Beckman 🔫: “…you could be on to something there, little one”

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: “…you are too many question, kiddo”

Killer🔪: *has no idea*

Kaido🐉: “…ask your mother…”

King 👑: *raises a brow* “…just make sure you’re putting your used towel in the washing…”

Queen👑: *confused sounds* “…should we tell your mother?”

Izou🔫🔫: *smirks and ruffles the child’s hair* “…you’re such a riot”

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: *chuckles* “…you try arguing that with your mother…”

Oven Charlotte 🍞:

Buggy🤡: “…you…my child…is a genius!”

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: *starts overthinking about what his kid said*

#ooc #one piece #one piece akainu #akainu sakazuki #sir crocodile #crocodile one piece #one piece kizaru #donquixote doflamingo #kizaru borsalino #doflamingo one piece #ryokugyu aramaki #ryokugyu one piece #fujitora issho #fujitora one piece #benn beckman #katakuri one piece #charlotte katakuri #killer one piece #king one piece #queen one piece #kaido one piece #izou one piece #izo one piece #dragon d monkey #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #marco the phoenix #marco one piece #charlotte oven #oven one piece

[pfhwrittes]

Wait. I totally forgot about his apprenticeship, you’re a genius!! What if he kept up his food safety certifications even after he enlisted? The kitchen would try to steal him for sure.

The power struggle between Price and whatever Lieutenant is running the kitchen would be legendary.

-✨♥️🗡

oh my god this little bit of dialogue slammed into my head so fast. hang on hang on.

"it's not a suggestion, lieutenant. you will be releasing lieutenant riley to his usual duties. immediately." price growls, low and threatening, his voice almost lost to the clattering of pans and calling voices beyond the swinging door.

"with all due respect, captain, lieutenant riley doesn't want to leave -"

"it's not about what he bloody wants -!"

"- and, sir, he's a dab hand with a bloody knife."

"yes. i'm aware lieutenant. that's exactly why i need him back for this sodding op!"

... i have no idea where i'm going with this but i needed to get the words out and quickly.

#✨♥️🗡 anon #pfh headcannons #sr #jp #john has just made the most dangerous enemy on the entire base: the kitchens #pfh answers

[margowritesthings]

your favorite pairing rn baking holiday treats. them realizing theyre both in love and having a kiss covered in flour 😭❤️❤️❤️

a/n: oh bloody hell this... this was supposed to be a little fluffy piece and it got SAD. sorry not sorry (but kinda a little bit sorry). thank you for the request my love, it was a lovely challenge for me!! (also 3 posts this week who AM I)

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A Bit of a Mess

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 785 words

warnings: Big Sad

Two failed batches of biscuits lay discarded on the countertop as you try your absolute hardest to get the new set evenly placed on the tray. Arthur is keeping his distance this time, watching your dainty digits with an almost timid air about him. You glance over your shoulder to see him practically at the other side of the room, which makes you laugh softly.

“They don’t have the plague, y’know. You can still help, just don’t… well, maybe just watch.” You struggle to push the amused tones out of your voice, another laughing fit waiting in the wings of the conversation as Arthur feigns an offended air. 

“Look, I said I’m real sorry, but how was I supposed to know-” “-That biscuits don’t have 3 cups of salt in them?” Your eyebrow twitches and your hands find their way to your hips as you begin to lose the battle with laughter. 

“Well sorry that I spent my childhood on the streets, robbin’ for scraps instead of this Baking School for Ladies you seem ta’ have been raised in, missy.” He folds his arms, but the ever growing smile tightening those wonderful, kissable lips of his gives his amusement well away. 

“Oh hush your mouth, Arthur Morgan, it don’t take a genius to tell sugar from salt.”

“Well, apparently it does…” His voice turns low, almost seductive, as he begins to approach you slowly. He looks like a predator, stalking his unassuming, doe-eyed prey. You know this look all too well: you’re either about to get catapulted into ecstasy or tickled to oblivion. You hold your hands up, part in surrender, part to remind him of the masses of flour stuck to your skin. Neither option phases him and he steals a loud squeal from your throat, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer. You giggle uncontrollably as he pinches at anywhere he can get his hands on, not caring a jot about the stark white powder coating his shirt, pants and face. 

“Arthur! Sto-op!” You shriek, your giggle evolved into full-blown laughter. Somehow, you manage to reach over to the bowl of flour sitting next to the uncooked treats, grasping a handful and throwing it over the pair of you. A little goes on your dress, but it’s a necessary damage to stop the tickling enough to catch your breath. Arthur stands, slack jawed in shock, absolutely covered. It is a sight to behold, to say the least.

“Oh, you’re done for, sweetheart.” He threatens, leaving you only a single second to register before breaking out into a run. You attempt to bolt off, around into the living room or even yours and Arthur’s bedroom, but his strong arms barricade you in, pulling you up against his hard, large frame. He engulfs you, and while you expect another overload of touch, he stays still, biding his time. 

You look up at him, watching specks of flour fall from his eyelashes every time he blinks. He smirks down at you, enjoying the rise and fall of your chest as apprehension takes over. Instead of tickling, however, Arthur pulls you even closer into him so your cheek is flush with his chest. It coats you in flour, a final act of revenge, you’re sure, but it’s worth it. So so worth it. 

You stay there for a while, wrapped in the strong arms of your cowboy, feeling the safest you’d ever felt. Everything is falling into place. Everything is going to be okay.

A kiss is pressed to the top of your head as Arthur runs his fingers through your hair soothingly. “I love you, y’little minx.” He whispers, placing two fingers under your chin to lift your gaze to him, “C’mere.”

You have to reach onto your tiptoes, but when Arthur’s lips tenderly meet yours, it is perfect. Standing here in your kitchen, safe, protected by your cowboy, everything is as it should be.

Until it isn’t.

The flour falling from the top of Arthur’s head, splattering your nose like white freckles turns wet and cold. The heat from the oven against your backs disappears, replaced by an awful draught through decaying wood. Arthur melts away, slipping through your panicked, grasping hands like liquid smoke.

Your eyes snap open, the breath dragged out of your lungs in a strangled cry. The noise echoes out into the empty, abandoned cabin. 

You’re awake, clutching onto a dusty jacket, your only proof that it was ever real in the first place, as reality hits you like a tonne of bricks falling from the sky.

He’s gone. You’re all alone. It never fell into place at all, never was going to be okay. 

Oh, your sentimental mind…

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Charles either has the most beautiful curls that just need to be trained or the most thick hair that won’t hold product for the life of it and just stays !!

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