#I’m sick of this movie too Benny

[mysoulisasunflower]

MAURICE COMPTE as BENNY BORRACHO MAGALON

[harrywavycurly]

I’m selfishly asking for some Uncle Steve and Dot content please Sarah 😘😘😘

Hiii babes!! I friggin LOVE Steve and Dorothy’s relationship so I will happily give you some convos between them!💖

-find all things It Was Just One Night here✨

*for these Dotty is in middle school*

“Hey there she is! My favorite niece!” “I’m your only niece…what are you wearing?” “Even if I had other nieces you’d still be my favorite…what you don’t like the new vest?” “Your old one had all the patches mom and I sewed on for you.” “Oh…I mean I still have them if you wanna add them to this one?” “Eh it doesn’t matter…so dad said you’re in charge of me until they get done with dinner and then…my mom told me to tell you if you make me work then you better pay me.” “When have I ever made you work when you come hang out with me at the store?” “Uh…last week? I stocked the candy for you while you talked to what’s her face on the phone for ten minutes.” “God you sound just like your mom when you say what’s her face…her name is Nancy by the way.” “Nancy? Isn’t she married?” “Yeah…so? What’s your point?” “Uncle Steve…” “it was a friendly chat okay? She called to see if we had a certain movie in stock that’s all….but uhm…don’t tell your mom please? She’s still weird about her.” “Okay but it’s gonna cost ya…” “red vines or Swedish fish?” “Red vines.” “Deal.”

“You did great out there!” “Thanks uncle Steve…did you watch the whole practice or just the end?” “Oh I was here for the whole thing…that little kick and jump thing you did was just…out of this world good.” “You don’t know anything about cheerleading do you?” “No…not really…” “dad said you dated a lot of them so you should know a thing or two.” “Your dad doesn’t know shi…anything…about who I’ve dated so don’t listen to him.” “I can show you a few new tumbles I learned last week if you want?” “Tumbles? Is that like when you…oh wow that’s impressive! Look at you go!” “What’d ya think? I really want to make the squad in high school.” “Oh you’re going to make the squad alright…probably even head cheerleader.” “Shut up you really think so?” “Yeah you’re great!” “Thanks…oh can we go to Benny’s on the way home? It’s half off cheese fry night.” “You and your mom with this sick obsession with cheese fries…” “is that a yes?” “Yes…it’s a yes.”

“Hello?” “Hey Uncle Steve.” “Hey my little polkadot what’s going on?” “I was calling to see if you could come pick me up from school?” “School? It’s like five in the evening what have you been doing since two thirty?” “Uhm…detention…” “do your parents know you were at detention?” “Yes they are just at work right now and I don’t feel like walking home and Granddaddy Wayne is taking his pre dinner nap.” “I’ll come get you if…you tell me what you got detention for?” “I may have accidentally hit someone in the face with my hand.” “Right…was this hand balled up into a fist?” “Possibly….” “Who’d you hit?” “Patrick Carver…he’s an asshole.” “Did you say Carver? As in his dad’s name is Jason?” “I don’t know his dad’s name all I know is mom said the whole family is bad news and that’s why she wasn’t that mad….” “But?” “But dad wasn’t happy and told me I’m grounded for two weeks and to keep my hands to myself.” “I hate to say this but I agree with your dad but also…the Carver family is full of asshole so…just next time don’t hit him on school property and it’ll be fine.” “That’s what mom said!” “Just sit tight and I’ll be there in a few minutes…you hungry?” “I could do with a snack yeah…” “we’ll grab some dinner on the way to drop you off at your mom’s work.” “Okay sounds good…thanks uncle Steve…I love you.” “I love you too Dot but do me a favor and stop getting so many detentions.” “You got it.”

[romanarose]

Gross Reality

Santiago Garcia x fem!reader

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Summary: You are on your period and feel disgusting, Santi isn't phased.

Content Warnings: BODILY FLUIDS, all the bodily fluids. This fic is just me being self-indulgent because I'm feeling disgusting on my period today. Breif reference to butt stuff bc it's me. But mostly, if bodily fluids like puke and shit gross you out, keep going but I know this is the reality for many people who get periods.

A/N: In my head, this takes place in a lil universe of several of my Santi fics, including the one I did with Dolli, Honest Mistake, and but more importantly another Santi period fic I referenced in this fic, Santi With a Reader on Her Period.

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Santi Claus: Hey babe, you wanna come over today? The new Spider-verse movie is on Disney plus, we can refuel your fanfiction inspiration 👀or inspiration 👀 for other things 👀

Benny’s Hot Friend: Can’t, busy sitting on the toilet.

Santi realized, again, he needed to change his girlfriends name from what he had drunkenly put it in as months ago at Will’s engagement party.

Santi Claus: … just sitting there?

Benny’s hot friend: No, dumbass

Santi Claus: Did you get distracted watching tik tok for an hour again?

Benny’s Hot friend: NO! Im on my period and it’s day two and everything is fucking awful and I wanna die and I think I’m going to on this toilet

Santi Claus: Cramps?

Benny’s Hot Friend: Shitting, Santi. Shitting. I’ve bled through my tampons after 30 minuets and i'm sick of it and I keep needing to shit and it’s disgusting and I’m disgusting and I’m just free bleeding over the toilet and shitting when need because I can’t trust my farts ARE YOU HAPPY

Santa Claus is typing

Santi Claus is typing

Santi Claus is typing

Santi was very carefully plotting his next words.

Santi Claus: Amor, have you eaten today?

Benny’s Hot Friend: NO I HAVEN'T EATEN TODAY SANTI IF YOU MUST ASK AND I HAVEN'T HAD ANY CAFFEINE EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE.

When he didn’t respond, you assumed he’d gotten sick of your shit. It wasn’t that long ago that you happen woken up on top of him with a surprise early period, bleeding all over your new boyfriend who you hadn’t even farted around, and now, although you were more secure, you still worried you’d come across as gross and bitchy and he was over it. Your periods were horrible, the first 2-3 days at least. Dejected, you clean yourself up but only to go get more pain medicine and plot yourself back down on the toilet. 

Another round of cramps came and pretty soon you could add tears and puke to the list of fluids exiting you, ready to just get into the bathtub and cry when you felt your hair being held back and you look to your side to see Santi, eyes concerned and worried, but not disturbed.

“Do you need a hospital, mi vida?”

You shake your head. “No, tummy just hurts.”

Not deterred, Santi holds your hair and rubs your stomach as you empty into the trashcan until the pain subsided enough to try taking a pill again. Dutifully, Santi cleaned up the trash can and your face before guiding you up rinse your mouth out with mouth wash, all while muttering oft praises and encouragement. ‘There we go, let it out’ ‘Do you feel better? Bien.’ ‘Doing good, just spit it out now’

“Santi, I’m sorry, this is so gross-”

“Oh hush. This is far from the worst I’ve seen.”

“Saw worse in the military?”

“No- well, yeah, but I was thinking about the time Benny called me after getting food poisoning from Taco Bell and I had to play big brother while Will was out of town.”

“Yeah” You pant, stomach hurting. “I’ve had to deal with him sick too. He’s a bigfucking baby. Now can you please get out, I need to shit.”

Santi scoffed at that. “You think I don’t shit? I shit all day, three times before lunch-”

“Yeah, you should get that checked out”

“-I’m not phased. I’ve had my finger in your ass, I can handle what comes out of it.”

Finally, you giggle, smiling at him as he sat at the tub edge. “Okay, your funeral.” You bent over in pain again, wondering what the fuck you did to deserve this nonsesnese every month and what you did to deserve to deserve such a loving boyfriend. You wanted to marry this pain in your ass, marry him so hard. He talks to you while you take care of business whipping your face when you get the cold sweats

“Santi, I love you but you’ve gotta get outta here while I clean up.”

He chuckles, but concedes. “Okay, I brought over chinese food-” 

“Oh FUCK YEAH”

“-and coffee”

“FFFFFUUUCCKKK YEEEAAHHH”

“I’ll get it ready in the kitchen when you’re done”

He does as promised and you begin to clean up when you get a ding on your phone. You didn’t realize it was Santi’s until it was too late, and you saw it. No, he wasn’t cheating. No, he wasn’t talking shit. It was the last text you sent him and you saw what your name was on the screen.

Benny’s Hot Friend.

“Santiago Garcia!” You stand in the kitchen with his phone, fully dressed but your hair clinging to your face from sweat. “Wanna explain my contact name?”

He looks confused, then his eyes widen and he stops plating your food. Muneca, listen, I can explain-”

“BENNY’S HOT FRIEND?!” But you were smiling.

He starts to back away, hands raised in defense. “I said you were hot!”

“Did you forget my name that night?”

“Honey, I had like 8 beers and I’m a short king! I was drunk!”

Playfully, you run at Santi, threatening to bleed on him again.

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Anyway, shout out to my Peeps in the whorefully yours discord! we all go there and complain about our periods bc they suck. Mine arent THAT bad, I mostly had the shits and the excessive bleeding and I do just sit on the toilet sometimes but I know other people who throw up from the pain.

Your pain is real, and you deserve someone to take care of you

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[rimunagenius]

Lucky

Pairing: Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller x F!reader , Benny Miller x Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia x F!reader

Warning: angst! , mentions of divorce (reader and ex husband (Garrett) yes i did this on purpose) , foul language (like very derogatory terms used against reader) , and overload of Will x reader fluff!

Word count: 4.1k words!!

Summary: You found out your husband cheated, abandoned you and your guys’ baby for your bestfriend. Your best boys are their to comfort you through the nasty breakup.

Note: I absolutely loved the idea of the reader having a baby and being a single mom (mainly bc i’m not a fan of together parents [based from my experience]) because i would be able give most of the men in the movie a good ending they didn’t get other than Frankie. Frankie got his baby and the others just exist and the ending leaves very little to the imagination so i like the found family dynamic (BUT THIS IS STILL BEFORE THE EVENTS THAT OCCURED IN COLOMBIA). I also really want to explore the reader and Wills relationship further maybe? Idk lmk what you guys think.

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Numb.

That’s how you would describe the pain you felt—couldn’t feel, as you lie on the floor of your bathroom. Your chest felt like a ton of bricks had been piled on, one after another and the weight was ruthless as you tried to intake a breath.

You didn’t know what you did, why it happened, or what went wrong that caused the feelings to change. Why her? What did she have that you didn’t?

You ran through every scenario in your head, replaying every moment and words exchanged with him. What made him so unhappy in this relationship. You had a baby with him for god sakes. It didn’t change the fact that he left both of you. You and Tatum. Your 7 month old baby.

You don’t know when you ended up on the floor, when you decided that it was all too much that you took solace in the one area you haven’t cleaned in 2 weeks. It was gross. You were gross—felt gross. You couldn’t remember anything that happened in the last 72 hours other than getting up to feed your baby and go to the bathroom on a continuous cycle. You had ignored everyone’s calls. Either sending them straight to voicemail or just listening to the phone ring.

Frankie called and asked why you, your husband—soon to be ex husband, and Tatum missed the cookout Friday night. Benny calling because you missed his fight, the one you promised you’d make this time, the one they had the celebratory cookout for. Santi had the same reason as Frankie. Everyone was worried sick. You haven’t responded to any text and calls and that was unlikely behavior on your part.

Will didn’t know what to do. He had called and texted, a numerous amount of times. He even showed up to your house, knocking and waiting by the door for almost an hour when the guys called him and said you hadn’t responded to them either.

Will was your best friend. You’ve known him just as long as Benny. The Millers being your bestfriends since you were kids. They introduced you to their friends once they all decided to leave the Army. You soon became apart of their found family.

But Will, your the closest to. You were the same age, leaving an age gap to the youngest Miller, that’s why you got along and closer to Will; but you didn’t love and adore Benny any less. As all the guys’ failed attempts at trying to figure out what was going on, you just repeated the same endless cycle.

Get up. Feed the baby. Change the baby. Bathe the baby. Go to the bathroom. Put baby to sleep. Wallow in self pitty. Go to sleep. Get up. Feed the baby. Change the baby. Bathe the baby. Go to the bathroom. Put baby to sleep. Wallow in self pitty. Go to sleep. All day for the last three days.

So you lay there, on the bathroom floor, Tatum asleep in her bouncer right next to you. You brought her in here when you had to leave the room to vomit as you couldn’t handle being you. You being so sick of yourself since it was was easy for him, your husband of 4 years, boyfriend of 6, to leave—cheat on you like all those memories, the baby you both made together, was nothing.

You decided to jump in the shower, not having showered in days. The warm water felt good on your skin, refreshing. All you could do was stand there. Enjoy the water washing away the sweat, tears, touch of everything you’ve experienced in the last 2 weeks. Washing away his touch. The lingering cheek kiss, side waist hug as he was leaving for ‘lunch with his boss’ so they could ‘talk about a promotion.’

You bet sex with Samantha, talking about him leaving to move in and to continue having a relationship while breaking the heart of the one they both were supposed to love most was fan-fucking-tastic.

As you finished washing your hair and body, even shaving your legs because you needed to feel clean, new, Tatum cried. Hopping out you wrapped your towel around yourself and bent down to place her pacifier back in her mouth. Her cries dying slowly and her eyes lulled to a close again.

Picking up the bouncer you walked back to your room, and put on your sleep shorts and oversized T shirt and took Tatum to the living room. Setting her in her bassinet that you bought last week for the living room, you grabbed the throw blanket that was on the couch and cover your legs as the TV played ‘Love Island’.

Wow, great choice for a time like this. God really loves me today, doesn’t he? You couldn’t help but let the tears that were in a relentless battle with your self control, roll down your face. It was just so hard to let go of all the memories. The years that you spent loving the man that you thought was the love of your life, but ended up being the love of your ex bestfriends’.

Brushing your hair behind your ears, a knock at your door interrupted your tears. Sighing, grateful you had closed the blinds and your car had been parked in the garage, so it wasn’t noticeable that you were home, you sat and waiting for whoever thought you were home, would give up and go home. You should’ve known better.

After ten minutes, the knocking continued and you growing annoyed, got up to answer. Your wet hair, dampening your shirt as you totally disregarded putting it up. “What the fuck, man.” You said as you approached the door, hoping whoever was there, heard.

You have a shocked look across your face as you find Frankie standing at your door, flowers and chocolates in hand. You sigh, a sad smile reaching your lips as you reach up to hug your best friend. “Hi, Frankie.” Tears fell down your face and Frankie was already worried but seeing the disheveled look you had and the sadness in your usually happy-lit eyes, his smile and emotions dropped. Seeing you sad made him sad.

He hugged you back, tighter and just held you. Didn’t ask any questions. As you let go you took the flowers and allowed him inside, but as you were shutting the door, three more people came barreling towards you.

“Wait, we’re here too.” Benny.

“Wait don’t close it, cariño.” Santi.

“We came too.” Will.

You fought the tears as you tried to smile as your boys flowed through the door as you let them. “Just be quiet, Tatum hasn’t been sleeping well.” As if on cue, Tatum started crying. That’s when you snapped. All the small tears and sniffles turned into loud sobs as the cycle began all over again.

You shut and locked the door before pushing past the guys, who all watched you in sadness as you couldn’t stop sobbing as you picked up your daughter and just held her as you wished she would just stay asleep. “Lemme take her from you. Uncle Benny has missed his partner in crime.” Benny walked over, taking off his hat and setting it on the coffee table, and swooped Tatum out of your arms.

You sighed as you sat on the couch and rested your head in your hands. It was so overwhelming, all of it.

“What happened, cariño.” Santi asked as he sat in the love seat in your living room. His question only prompted more tears and cries. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You spent the last three days numb because you had to be strong for Tatum. You couldn’t let yourself spiral. Now that the guys were here, you couldn’t help it.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe.” Will kneeled infront of you, removing your hands from your face, replacing one with a hand of his own against one of your cheeks.

“He left.” Was all you could say. Croak, actually. You couldn’t speak as more sobs threatened to tear from your throat.

“Who? Garret?” Frankie asked, already having a strong idea as to what went down. He never liked Garret, never trusted him either. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t already mad.

“Yeah. He went out for lunch ‘with his boss to talk about some promotion at the firm’, but he actually met up with Samantha.” You wiped the tears from your eyes. Meaning to put air quotes around the words, confirming Frankie’s suspicions. You sniffled, grimacing at the sound as you were super congested from the crying you’ve been doing for the last 72 hours. It was fucken awful.

“That fucken bastard.” Benny and Santiago said together.

“He was a piece of shit, anyways.” Will mumbled as he pulled your head into his shoulder as he hugged you, remaining on his knees infront of you.

“I never liked him. Just thought i’d say that up front right now.” Frankie raised his hand.

“He didn’t even come back. He hasn’t come back and I sure as hell hope he doesn’t for the sake of him wanting to keep his manhood.” You sighed into Wills shoulder, eliciting a chuckled from the guys, including you. Surprisingly. “I found out by Samanthas roommate Nina, who by the way knew they had been fucking for 2 months now. She only told me because her and Sam got into an argument about the rent like a week ago. Samantha has been texting me non-stop about how sorry she is but he hasn’t messaged me once.” You pulled away from Will and looked at all the guys in the room. You were so grateful for these men. Your safe place, your support system, your home when yours didn’t feel like it anymore.

“Good. Cause if he calls, he’s not gonna hear the end of it from the Millers, and won’t be able to cheat on anyone when me and Frankie are done with him. Shit, he won’t be alive once the Millers jump in.” Santiago said as he turned his attention to the TV, noticing the Love Island playing. Turning the TV off immediately, not thinking it suit the moment.

You smiled softly, your sad smile returning as you wiped the stray tears. “Hi, baby! How’s my favorite niece!” You heard Benny as he was suddenly made aware of Tatums awake state as she grabbed at his stubble. She loved touching all the guys facial hair. You never understood it but whenever one of them was holding her, her hand was always on their face.

“Hey, dickhead! She’s not the only niece you have.” Frankie reminded Benny of his own kid, earning a groan from Benny.

“Dude she’s not even born yet. When she is, they’ll both be my favorite princesses in the world. Fun Uncle Benny is gonna be their favorite.”

Frankie nodded his head, rolling his eyes at Benny’s save. The room went silent as your phone rang, and the picture and called ID was on display to everyone.

“Fuck no.” Benny immediately said. “Shit! Aw damn! Jeez, sorry.” He immediately apologized for his language. Aware how you felt about the guys cursing around Tatum.

“Don’t answer it.” Will said, as you picked up your phone. All the guys protested but you didn’t care. You answered.

“What?” Your sadness immediately being replaced by anger and betrayal as he just now decided to call.

“What the fuck is your problem!? Your ignoring Sammy? She didn’t do anything to you.” Garret yelled over the phone at you.

What a fucken idiot.

“Im sorry, WHAT!? Your going to call me to bitch and moan about how im ignoring the woman you cheated on me with!? Your unbelievable.” You got up, all the men stood up with you.

“Im unbelievable!? Your just a self centered bitch who didn’t see that I was unhappy in our marriage! Jesus Christ! You were so fucking boring,” Garret said your name with such distaste and anger. It shocked you. Suddenly you didn’t feel mad, you felt sad and worthless again. The boys didn’t waste no time in jumping in.

“Hey, man. Watch your damn mouth.” Will said from next to you. The calmness in his voice was scary. It always was. The way he stayed calm during duress situations was scarier than him yelling.

“Mhnmhn.” Frankie shook his head from where he was standing.

“Earmuffs Tatum. Im gonna fucking kill him.” Benny whispered looking up. No matter how little Benny was, growing up, he protected you—tried to, whenever someone gave you a hard time. He’s done it all his life, and this time was no different. Even with your daughter in his arms.

“Dear god.” Santi rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, what? You have your little bitch dogs with you. I bet your banging all of them, you fucken slut. You always had the hots for Will. Your a whore. This is why I cheated in the first place.” Garret yelled through the phone, Samantha being heard laughing in the back.

“Get your head out of your ass and put your bitch in check. They’re here because they’re helping me take care of your daughter. You know, the one you decided to abandon the minute you fucked another woman?” You cried into the phone. You couldn’t even be angry. All you felt was sadness. Everything hurt. It hurt to cry, to speak, to breathe.

“Look, im sorry. You gotta understand that I wasn’t happy anymore. I’m sorry, baby.”

“You do not get to ‘baby’ me. Your a sad excuse for a man Garret. Jesus.” You decided you didn’t want to just rip at him, you needed to get a rip at Sammy. “Sammy, don’t be sad when you wake up one day when you don’t see Garret in bed with you. He’ll probably get bored of you too, and fuck your roommate. Hell, he’ll fuck the whole complex.” You heard a distant ‘Fuck you’ before you let more tears fall.

“Baby, im sorry.”

“Garret, stop calling me that. We’re done. You don’t get to be nice and ‘baby’ your way out of this. You just finished calling me a slut and a whore!”

“But you get to invite all your men over!? How could you do that to me?”

“How could you cheat on me with my bestfriend!?” You choked back a sob, Will wrapping his arms around your neck from behind, kissing the top of your head.

Garret said your name, just above a whisper. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Your voice soft, tired, of speaking when all you want to do is cry. You did just that, cry as you got your final words out. “It doesn’t really matter, Garret. Cause in the end it all hurts the same. I’m done. I’m done with you, your little whore and your not coming back home. Expect divorce papers at the door of your house—oh, im sorry, your mistress’ house, in two weeks. Fuck you, man!”

“Can I atleast get my-“ You didn’t give him to finish his sentence as you hung up, unleashing all your pent up rage, sadness and overall overexertion. You turned your body into Wills, allowing him to hug you as you cry into his favorite hoodie. He doesn’t even care that his forearms of his sleeves are getting damp from your still undried hair, and his chest growin damp from your tears.

Benny, Frankie, and Santiago all joined in on the hug as you just cried. They knew there was nothing they could say or do but just hold you while you let it all out.

These were your guys, and nothing would change the way you would always be grateful to them.

Your boys, your safe place, your support system, your home when yours didn’t feel like home anymore.

***

Will had made dinner for all you guys. You all sat at the table and ate together, Benny not letting go of Tatum once. She already had her uncle wrapped around her finger.

For the most part you guys ate quietly, and just talked about what you missed the last three days before apologizing that you had missed it all. None of them held it against you, understandably so. They talked about their work and what they’ve been up to and what they have going on, not touching on your situation any longer than they had to. You didn’t want ‘im sorry’s you just wanted to hang out with your friends. You didn’t want to feel sad anymore.

Not long after you all ate, you went and laid on the couch in bewteeen Will and Benny. You were leaning on Benny, curled into his side while Frankie sat on the other side of him and Will by your feet. You don’t remember much of what you were watching as you were in and out of sleep. Sleep that you haven’t been able to properly get as it was just you and Tatum. An insomniac baby is bound to catch up to you later. All you knew you had put on your favorite rom com but just didn’t remember exactly what part you were watching.

It wasn’t long before the built, muscled, and toned side of Bennys frame, turned into the soft cuddly teddy bear that was his personality. Long before you could fight the sleep until the guys left, your eyes closed and you fell asleep.

You had convinced the guys to watch your favorite rom-com. It only took you begging them quietly as Tatum fell asleep after you fed her, not wanting to wake her, and dropping the ‘hey, I just asked for a divorce against my cheating husband’ card and it was hard for them to say no to you.

Benny and Will knew that you falling asleep to this movie wasn’t uncommon. You did when it first came out when you were in middle school. The movies nights they let you pick and you’d pick this movie falling asleep around the same time, everytime. How to lose a guy in 10 days just gave you the comfort you needed whenever you felt sad or whenever you just felt like falling hopelessly inlove with the perfect love story.

“Never fails.” Benny chuckled softly, noticing your soft snores into his side.

All the guys looked over to see you knocked out, curled into a tiny ball, wrapped in the small throw blanket. This was a calming and reassuring view for all of them. They’ve never seen you like this before. Sure they have been there ever since they met you and all the old boyfriends who didn’t deserve you, but the way you were today. Sad, betrayed, and angry…was something they hope to never see again.

They love the happy you. The you that jumped up and down whenever you met them at the terminal when they were back on leave. The you that laughed at the most unfunniest jokes because everyone deserves to feel special. The you that your smile brightens up the whole damn room and any of their bad days.

They saw you finally at peace, the most peaceful you of the day. Getting the rest you deserved they all felt successful in their efforts to cheer you up any way they could.

Frankie was the first to get up, putting his hat on. “I gotta head out, my girl is waiting for me.” He hugged all his friends goodnight, stopping at you to give you a kiss on our head. Santiago got up, being that Frankie was his ride. Santiago did the same.

Benny was harder to get up. He didn’t want to disturb the little sleep you have been able to get in the last couple of days, but again, Frankie was his ride. He grabbed a throw pillow next to him, and swiftly and stealthly switched it under your head. Your soft stirring causing all the men to stop breathing and moving, not wanting to disturb you.

Once the coast was clear Benny said bye to his brother and kissed your head softly. He walked over to Tatum and kissed her soft brown hair, covering her better with her blanket.

Will decided to stay the night with you. You had agreed when you sat down to pick the movie while the other guys cleaned up the kitchen after dinner. He offered to help you with his goddaughter so you can get whatever you needed done, out of the way. You appreciated the offer and agreed with open arms to let him stay. Him saying he’ll figure the ride out tomorrow, or whenever you didn’t need his help anymore.

The guys exited the front door, the sound of the truck starting soon disappearing as they pulled out and drove away.

No matter how much Will denied it to everyone, he was a sucker for the cheesy romance movies. He wouldn’t admit it, especially to you. These were your favorite and it was his duty as your bestfriend to deny he likes whatever you like. ‘It’s because im a boy’ he always told you. You thought he was so full of shit. He sat there for twenty minutes watching the movie he’s seen over a thousand times in his lifetime. It seemed to be working whatever magic it had on you and made him so tired. You guys both seemed to swap your liveliness.

Your sleepy state didn’t last long as you opened your eyes and let them wander around the room, as much as you could see, to find the house empty but Will and Tatum.

You sat up, and yawned. “How long was I asleep for?” You look at Will, hopeful that it was enough.

“Like, thirty minutes.” He rubbed his eyes as he yawned. His yawn being a little too loud as it woke Tatum.

You were moving the blanket off of you, getting up to get your daughter when Will beat you to it. “I got her. Sit back down, sweetheart.” You nodded softly your eyes still heavy from being tired.

“When did the guys leave?” You frowned having missed them on their way out. You didn’t say thank you.

“Like twenty minutes ago,” Hey, babygirl. C’mon. I got you.” Will bent over the bassinet, looking at Tatum. He cradled her in his arms. He watched as Tatums cries soon turned into whimpers which then turned into soft cooing. He smiled at her before another yawn escaped his lips.

The movie was still playing quietly, the end almost nearing. The soft background noise pulling you into your sleepy state yet again. You closed your eyes, shoving your arms and legs under the blanket forming a small ball again. The couch dipped next to you as Will filled the space, holding your baby girl.

You didn’t think twice before moving your body the other direction, to face Will before moving closer to his side. He knew what you wanted and he lifted his arm so you can get comfortable against him.

He threw his head back, finally closing his eyes as one arm held Tatum and the other held you against his chest. You couldn’t have been more grateful for this man. You loved him with every bone in your body. You were so glad that you were able to call him your bestfriend. You can count on him when the world let you down again and again.

You looked up at him, touching the side of his face. On contact, he moved his head in your direction, smiling softly as he was met with your eyes, full of happiness again. “Will?”

“Yeah, baby?” Your breath hitched at the nickname he hasn’t used for you in years. Atleast before you met Garrett. You hoped it wasn’t noticeable. Will picked up on everything, very observant, damn you Army.

“Thank you. Your too good to us.” You whispered, looking away from his face, nestling into the crook of his neck as you watched your daughter peacefully sleep in your bestfriends arms.

“Anytime, sweetheart. Anything for my two favorite girls.” He kissed your head, resting his head back on the couch, a small smile on his face as he closed his eyes.

“I love you.” You whispered, closing your eyes too.

“I love you.”

All you could think about was how lucky you and Tatum had been to have a man like this in your life. A man who will move heaven and earth if you asked. How lucky you were to have men as good friends as the guys were to you. You couldn’t ask for a better family to help you raise your baby.

You and Tatum were so lucky.

You were both happy.

***

A/n: I would absolutely love to turn Tatum and the guys relationship into a full series of one-shots. Like little moments as she grows up. I want to create a father-daughter dynamic with Tatum and Will because like i said i want to explore Will x F!reader more!! Maybe along the lines of them growing closer as Tatum grows up because as they figure the whole parenting thing out together, they also find themselves and figure out their relationship as well.

Let me know what you think!!! It would be greatly appreciated!!

[rc-writes]

Hello!!!

I just read your Ethan Morgan Drabble and it was so freaking adorable. It’s so nice to see people writing for MBV as I love that show so much.

I was wondering if I can request an idea? I don’t know if you write this type of stuff but if you do then can you please write some fluffy Dad!Ethan Morgan or Dad!Benny Weir scenario (i dont know why but they both give goofy sad vibes if they were parents)

If you don’t write that sort of thing that can you write Ethan Morgan x reader, where he has to take care of his sick significant other

Thank you again!!!

𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: ethan morgan x reader

warnings: nothing besides the reader being sick i believe

a/n: i'm glad you loved my other ethan fic! and i agree that's its so cool to see people still writing for this show. our fandom may be small but it lives on lol. and i decided to go with the sick reader request (wasn't sure if you wanted it to be hcs or an imagine so i just went with hcs because i've been wanting to write more of those) but completely agree see either of the two with kids would be both incredibly cute/funny! anyways, i hope you like the hcs!!

ethan had texted you earlier that day asking if you wanted to go see the newest zombie movie 

which on any other day you would’ve jumped at the chance to spend the entire day with your boyfriend

but today you woke up feeling like you were the zombie

but you decided against telling ethan that in fear of him going overboard

you loved that he cared but sometimes he was a but much

last time you were sick he convinced himself you must have been cursed by the monster of the week

so you opted to just tell him that you were just a bit too tired to go anywhere

which wasn’t technically a lie

you did just sleep past noon and hadn’t gotten out of bed yet

ethan was a kinda disappointed that you didn’t want to go be he understood wanting to do nothing

saving the world would take a toll on anyone

when ethan replied that he understood you’re worry of making him worry went away

unbeknownst he did still worry

you didn’t even realize in your dazed state that you responded rather deadpan-y

usually you’d crack a joke about how tiring saving the world was, or something along those lines

not just “sorry i’m just a bit too tired today :(“

ethan immediately got a feeling that there was more to the story, so he planned to go to your house and seeing you in person

curse him and his caring nature

the jig was up the moment you opened the door wearing a haphazardly thrown on robe, hair a mess, and bags under your eyes

“ethan, what are you doing here?” 

sneeze #1

“i came to see if you were alright, which you don’t seem to be”

“don’t be silly i am-” sneeze #2 “alright”

he did not believe you for a second

even if he did the multiple sneezes gave it away

let caretaker ethan mode begin

don’t even think about getting off the couch any time soon

he will insist of getting anything and everything for you

want to change the channel? he will get up and get it for you even if you’re closer

getting kinda cold?

immediately throws the biggest blanket he can find on you

need a snack?

don’t worry he spread out a million different things he found in your cabinets the moment he set foot in your house

which at first he tried to find only healthy types of snacks but your sad pleading eyes convinced him to just grab everything

“you can’t eat only oreos all day”

“but they make me feel better” *sad eyes intensify*

“okay fine”

will make it his duty to find every tissue box in the vicinity and stack them up within arms reach

“i don’t think i’ll need that many”

“it’s just in case”

besides the many snacks laid out be prepared to be eating many bowls of soap

i don’t think ethan knows how to properly cook so it's mostly likely from a can

not that you’re complaining, the hot soap makes your throat not feel as scratchy

he’d probably call up benny at least once

“what’s up dude!?”

“is your grandma home?”

“you want to talk to grandma??”

as much of a good friend benny is he isn’t exactly the best at spells or potion making

so he was hoping grandma weir could stir something up that could make you feel better

and grandma weir loved you so of course she does

best she can do on such short notice is make a little home remedy that clears your nasal cavity for a few hours

you take it as if she offered you gold

“i can breathe again!”

“why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t before!?”

“i was just exaggerating a bit e”

“oh” you tell him that he worries too much

but you mean the world to him, how could he not worry?

you two would spend the rest of the day binge watching random movies

eventually you’d fall asleep on ethan’s shoulder

he’s a bit upset that you fell asleep during his favorite part of the movie

but he’s more than happy to see you finally sleeping peacefully

he falls asleep not much later

thankfully for you both you woke up the next morning feeling much better

and you about to cheer for joy when ethan suddenly starts sneezing

guess it’s his turn to be sick

oops

[heymickyursofine]

request where Benny Weir takes care of the reader being sick

Sick feeling. Benny Weir X GN!Reader

Summary: When you suddenly fall ill, your boyfriend comes to the rescue.

Warnings: Being sick, think that’s it!

“Y/N!” Benny yells your name as he comes into your house, closing the door behind him.

You groan at how loud his tone is, making your ears hurt. He walks into the living room clearly not expecting you to be sitting in there.

“Oh, hey, thought you’d be in your room.” You barely shake your head at him but he still notices the movement and he takes in your appearance.

Hair messy, clad in sweats and a sweatshirt with fuzzy socks, with a pillow under your head and wrapped up in a blanket. “You look horrible.” “Wow. You say such pretty things, thanks.” You know he didn’t mean it in the way he said it, but you still decide to tease him.

He frowns at how raspy your voice sounds and is reminded of the things he’s picked up at the grocery store. “I got you stuff.” He holds the bag up in a gesture.

If you didn’t feel like death you would have had the biggest smile on your face, knowing that he cares about you enough to risk getting sick. You instead give him a thumbs up and he walks over to the kitchen behind you and places the bag on the island.

“I brought your favorite tea, some nausea medicine, and candy.” Your attention is torn away from the movie playing on the tv at the mention of candy.

“What kind of candy?”

“Only your favorite of course. I’m going to start the tea.”

You unwrap yourself from your blanket cocoon and slowly walk over to the kitchen. Benny washes his hands to prep your tea and you see all of the things he’s purchased on the table, you pick up the candy he’s bought you and sit down on the barstool.

The sink turns off, he dries his hands, and turns around when he jumps slightly as he didn’t hear you take a seat. You had already opened the candy and were finishing chewing a piece when he walks over to you, standing in front of you, “why aren’t you lying down?”

“You brought candy.” You shrug slightly.

“I could’ve brought it to you.”

“I wanted to be close to you.”

He takes a step forward and wraps his arms around your shoulder with his hand on the back of your head, resting on his chest. “You shouldn’t be touching me. You could get sick.”

“I’d risk getting sick anytime for you.” Your heart swells with love at his words, a simple sentence yet it makes you feel loved. You put the candy down and embrace him back, closing your eyes as he shares his warmth with you.

“Should you be eating the candy with your upset stomach?” “It doesn’t hurt right now.” His other hand starts to rub up and down your back as no words are said between the two of you, the only sound being the television.

“I love you. So much.” He could’ve gotten emotional right then and there but holds it together, he’s never felt so loved by anyone but you before, and to hear you say those three words means more to him than you’ll ever know.

“I love you too.” He moves both of his hands to cup your face and places a kiss on your nose. Your face heats up, and not because of the sickness. He moves to grab a pot from the cupboard to fill it with water and place it on the burner.

A few minutes later and the water is heated up, he grabs a mug and fills the water in it, adds the tea bag and goes to place it on the coffee table by the couch. He comes back and extends his hand for you to grab, “come on, let’s go to the couch.” You grab his hand and follow him to the couch, hands still interlocked.

He lets go when you reach the couch and you get into a comfortable position, letting him place the blanket over your body. He takes a seat next to you, placing your legs over his lap with his arms resting over them.

You grab the remote to change it to a movie you both like, and as the movie plays, Benny finds himself slouching further into the cushion and your eyes get heavier.

The warmth of the blanket and your sweatshirt gives you the perfect amount of warmth to fall asleep, and before you know it you and Benny are both fast asleep, the movie in the background lulling on as no one pays attention to it.

—

Words from Micky - Thank you so much for this request! Love that you sent in something for Benny, my childhood crush for real. Hope this is what you had in mind! I’m very excited to start writing and get more requests.

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[guess-my-next-obsession]

Meet Me In The Hallway, Chapter Two

pairing: frankie morales x f!ofc (Dylan)

chapter rating: M (pining, sisterly arguments, language, marijuana consumption)

word count: 4k

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Dylan’s four a.m. alarm rang violently on her nightstand, her phone buzzing in short bursts to aid in waking her up as though she needed it. She’d been tossing and turning all night long, something she’d dealt with most of her conscious life.

Sitting up, Dylan let out a groan as she blindly searched for her phone to silence it only to knock it off her nightstand, the thud ringing out in the dead-silent home.

“Fuck me,” she grumbled, throwing her blanket off so that she could fumble her way to her feet to search for the still blaring cellphone buzzing on the ground. Flicking on her bedside lamp, she found her phone halfway underneath her bed and grabbed it, shutting off the alarm that had long since woken her up. “Die, you stupid piece of shit.”

Dylan slid her slippers on and opened the bedroom door with a yawn, not expecting to see Frankie stepping into the hallway at the same time.

His face was tired, eyes puffy from a lack of sleep, the wrinkles in his forehead more deeply set than typical as he wore a disgruntled scowl. And yet Dylan couldn’t help the desire that brewed in her belly at the sight of him in a pair of worn out flannel pajama bottoms and nothing else even in her only half-awake morning chaos.

“Your alarm—“

“I know, I’m so sorry,” she sighed earnestly. Frankie’s scowl softened with every blink, his eyes focusing more as he entered full consciousness. He suddenly looked shocked or offended, she couldn’t decipher which, as he took in her state: a tank top and a pair of cotton boyshorts that she considered quite modest.

“Sorry,” he apologized and lifted the heels of his palms to his eyes to rub at them. “I’m still half-asleep.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “Go back to bed, I won’t be making any more noise. Promise.”

“Alright, have, uh, have a good day at work, Dylan,” he croaked with a sleep-deep voice that she was sure would play over in her dreams tonight.

“You too, Frankie.” Dylan stayed standing there as Frankie disappeared back into his bedroom, a smitten grin on her face that probably she would’ve teased one of her friends for if they looked at a man that way, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

After brushing her teeth and getting put together in the bathroom, she got dressed in her usual work outfit, a plain black t-shirt, black jeans, and pair of sensible (and hideous) non-slip sneakers. By the time she was through getting ready it was nearly five, so with a quick grab of her bag, she rushed into the kitchen to make a coffee and something quick on the go. Benny surprised her as she rounded the corner, making her squeal and cover her mouth.

“Jesus—“ She put her hand over her heart as he chuckled and carried on with making his breakfast. Dylan carried on, too, and walked over to the coffee machine. “Are you usually up so early?”

“Yeah, I have morning workouts,” he replied over the sizzling of eggs in a pan and the gurgle of the coffee pot.

“Oh yeah, you’re a fighter, right?”

“Think I’m one, at least,” he quipped.

“How, uh, did the movie go with my sister?” As if on cue, Lennon came waltzing into the kitchen in what she assumed was one of Benny’s t-shirts. Both women freezed as they locked eyes. Dylan turned furious, her sisters meek smile only fueling the anger she felt. “Really? My first night here and you sleep with my fucking roommate?”

“It just happened—“

“Morning.” Frankie stormed into the room with a tired scowl, though this time it seemed intentional. Dylan suddenly felt sick with guilt, her lips parting as she watched him passive aggressively prepare himself breakfast, clanking dishes and cupboards in the process.

“Sorry for waking you up,” she offered while Benny finished plating his and Lennon’s meals before immediately heading back to his bedroom.

Although she was met with silence, she didn’t let it discourage her attempts at an apology. Instead, she grabbed the mug that was supposed to be for her and poured him a cup of coffee. She walked it over to him as he scrambled eggs in a pan at the stove, his eyes finally meeting hers as she set it down on the counter beside him. “I really am sorry. I gotta go open the shop but you should bring Rina by for that cupcake later on.”

He softened the scowl he was wearing and gave her a flicker of appreciation, his smile faint but there as he nodded at her. Dylan smiled back and walked away to fill her thermos with what remained in the coffee pot. With a frantic and mumbled goodbye, she buzzed out of the house and headed out to the bakery, unaware of the chill her absence brought on to Frankie who remained there at the stove, trying to pretend the butterflies swarming in his chest didn’t exist.

“Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, don’t—“

“It just happened,” groaned Lennon as she set her things down in the back of the bakery and clocked in for her afternoon shift. “I don’t even see what the big deal is—“

Dylan dropped what she was doing—literally, the half-frozen ball of cookie dough in her palm hit the parchment paper on the counter as she whipped her head around to glare at her sister.

“The big deal is that I have to fucking live there—I want to fucking live there—and if this shit ends weirdly between the two of you, it’s me that will have to deal with it,” Dylan scolded in as quiet a voice as she could muster. “It’s a big fucking deal, Len.”

With a sigh and a shake of her head, Dylan turned back to the tray of cookies in front of her. “Just…go watch the front counter. I got it back here.”

“Dyl—“

“Go or clock out.”

Lennon stared at the back of her sisters head for another beat before sucking her teeth and doing as she said, pushing her way through the metal swinging doors that led to the front of the bakery.

With Lennon out of her vicinity, Dylan could finally breathe. She returned to her task, setting out pre-rolled cookie dough balls on a pan so that she could have fresh cookies for the lunch rush.

While she was grateful for the quick popularity her bakery had earned in the few short months it had been up and running, it was starting to become too popular, at least for just Dylan and Lennon. They needed an extra set of hands to keep up with the demand, but with what money? The store brought in a good amount of cash daily, but almost all of it went right back into the shop, the cost of utilities and rent leaving her with only a few hundred dollars every week as her “paycheck”. Lennon worked for next-to nothing, her work-from-home corporate job taking care of all her financial needs, which was the only way Dylan could even afford her. The time was coming for her to have to make a tough choice and hire someone on, hoping that whoever she found would be willing to help out for the bare minimum of what she could pay.

“Hey!” Lennon greeted from the front, a familiar lightness in her tone that had Dylan’s brows furrowing. “Fancy meeting you guys here.”

Intrigued enough to pause her task, Dylan walked over to the sink and scrubbed her hands clean before stepping into the front to see who’d walked in.

“There she is!” Santi greeted with a big smile, his charm bringing one to Dylan’s face despite her stress and current fury over her sister’s decisions. Beside him stood Frankie and Rina, the little girl’s eyes barely visible over the counter. Further away, Benny stood near the refrigerator displaying freshly decorated cakes, chatting up Lennon.

“Daddy, I want a cookie,” Rina announced, pointing into the glass enclosure on the counter.

“Which would you like?” Dylan asked with a smile, trying to shoo away her stress so that her new roommates wouldn’t see that side of her.

“Hm,” she took a minute to peruse the selection before finally landing on one. “The red one.”

“Do you even like red velvet, baby?” Frankie asked, smoothing her curls back.

“Yeah,” she declared, though neither of them fully believed she’d ever even had it.

“Okay,” he chuckled and locked eyes with Dylan, that same spark she felt last night reigniting with something as small as one glance. “Red velvet it is.”

“And for you?” Dylan asked while she squeezed her gloves on and prepared the small paper sachet to hold the cookie.

“I don’t know,” he looked around the case of sweets. “What do you recommend?”

“He’s gonna take forever to decide, so I’m gonna make it easy on you and just get a chocolate cupcake, please,” Santi interrupted, earning a chuckle from Dylan and an eye roll from Frankie.

“Sure thing,” she gave Santi a nod as she handed Rina her cookie from over the counter. “And back to your question, Frankie, I’ve been really into our cupcake of the week. It’s a vanilla cupcake with passion fruit curd and raspberry buttercream on top, super fruity and just a little sour from the passion fruit, but the vanilla just mellows it out. I think it’s my favorite so far.”

“Well, I’ll have that, then,” he smiled. “And please, ring all this up.”

“It’s on the house—“

“No,” he shook his head and gave her the kind of smile that would’ve made her do anything he asked. Handing Santi and Frankie their cupcakes, Dylan attempted to control her blossoming crush on her new roommate. “I want to pay.”

“Fine, but Rina’s is going to be free on account of her being adorable,” Dylan gave him a playful stern look, earning a small breath of a chuckle.

“Fine,” he feigned sass.

“Is there something happening here?” Santi grinned and pointed back and forth between Frankie and Dylan, both of their cheeks turning red at the accusation.

“Shut up and go eat your cupcake,” Frankie slapped Santi’s stomach and shooed him away. “Sorry about him.”

“He’s alright,” she dismissed his apology with a friendly smile. “How, uh, how’s the cupcake?”

“Delicious,” he was quick to reply after sucking a bit of frosting off his thumb. Dylan’s eyes lowered to watch as his tongue swiped over his plump bottom lip, allowing herself just a split second to fantasize over how his tongue would feel elsewhere before she snapped herself back to reality with a clearing of her throat.

“Does Benny want anything?” she asked, nudging her chin towards Benny as he and Lennon giggled near the window. Frankie chuckled and shook his head.

“He just wanted to come with because he knew she was gonna be here,” he replied.

“Is he…what’s his whole deal?” she asked, taking in the way her little sister seemed to beam with happiness in his presence. In any other circumstance, she’d be happy for Lennon, but this wasn’t some random guy she happened to meet at a coffee shop or something—this was Dylan’s roommate.

“He’s a good guy,” Frankie assured. “A little bit of a bachelor, but a good guy.”

“So I should calm down,” she sighed, attempting to exhale her frustration over their situationship.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, looking back at the couple. “She seems happy enough.”

“Yeah, well,” Dylan chuckled. “It’s only been a day.”

“Good things can happen overnight,” he argued, cracking a small smile. Dylan felt her heart rate quicken as hope began to creep into her thoughts. Could he be talking about more than just Benny and Lennon? Did she want him to? “Well, I guess we’ll be getting out of your hair. I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do than stand here and talk to us.”

“Honestly, talking to you has been the highlight of my otherwise shitty day,” she offered a smile. Frankie’s cheeks flushed a bit at her words, his eyes dropping to the top of Roma’s head as she leaned up against his leg, her cookie now long gone.

“What’s, uh, the total?”

“Oh, right.” Dylan rang up Frankie and Santi’s cupcakes, giving them a discount that she decided she wouldn’t tell Frankie about so as to not start another back and forth. “Alright, five dollars even.”

“Sounds a little low, but alright,” he chuckled and handed over a five dollar bill. “We’ll see you back at the house, then?”

“Five o’clock sharp,” you confirmed with a nod.

“I’m making spaghetti tonight, that cool?” Frankie asked quickly as Rina began to tug on his hand to pull him towards her uncle waiting by the door.

“Sounds great,” she giggled and waved Rina goodbye, shocked when the little girl waved back.

“Seems the cookie did the trick!” Frankie joked as he finally allowed Rina to pull him out of the bakery.

“God, I love him,” Lennon mused as she stared out of the window, watching the boys as they walked down the sidewalk.

“You just met him, Len,” Dylan sighed.

“And you think you’re any better with your obvious crush on the single-daddy?” Lennon snapped, no longer taking the gentle approach to their conflict.

“At least I haven’t fucked him, especially not on the first fucking night of knowing him. And, if you must fucking know, I don’t have a crush on him,” Dylan retorted, heading back into the kitchen. Lennon followed behind, keeping the swinging metal door open to listen for customers while continuing their argument.

“Maybe you should! It would loosen you the fuck up.”

“Loosen me up?” Dylan repeated, astounded.

“Yeah! You’ve been a bitch ever since quitting—“

“Because I’ve been poor!” Dylan reminded.

“Because you chose to be! You chose to do this—“

“Oh, right! It’s my fucking fault for wanting to pursue my dream instead of continuing to be a corporate fucking clone like you.”

“At least this corporate fucking clone has their own place. At least I can pay my bills.”

“Go the fuck home, then,” Dylan ordered.

“You’re serious?” Lennon folded her arms over her chest.

“Yes. Get out.” Dylan mimicked her sister’s stance and nudged her head towards the door, Lennon kissing her teeth in response.

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” Lennon spat as she walked over to the coat hanger and grabbed her bag before storming out.

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” Dylan mocked to the air, her sister long gone.

Channeling her frustration into her favorite outlet, Dylan fixed her attention onto the cookies in front of her, spreading them out into two perfect lines of four on the baking sheet before stuffing them inside the oven.

There was something satisfying about creating something delicious from scratch, perhaps that’s why she always loved it so much. Whenever she was in the kitchen, she was in control of the outcome, unlike her real life where she was simply an ingredient.

Before she knew it, Dylan had finished every task on her list, took care of the afternoon rush by herself, and even managed to tidy the shop up by closing time. Switching the sign that hung in the door from “open” to “closed” and locking all the doors, Dylan grabbed the leftover, unsellable cookies and headed out the back door to her car.

When she arrived back at the house, it sounded as though a party was being held. Music thumping inside could be heard from the driveway as she walked up to the front door to put her key in. Stepping inside, she was greeted by the sound of a little girl’s happy squeals, Rina running across the entryway from the kitchen as though someone was chasing her. Sure enough, right behind her was her father, stomping towards her as though he was some sort of monster. Spotting Dylan standing there with an amused smile on her face, he froze, a look of embarrassment taking the place of whatever funny face he’d been making to entertain his child.

“H-hello,” he greeted, all-too formal.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” she chuckled, pointing down the hallway. “I think there’s still an adorable little girl on the loose.”

“Daddy!” Rina stomped out of Frankie’s bedroom, clearly unimpressed by the amount of time it was taking him to catch her. “Why’d you stop being a monster?”

“Because I was embarrassed,” he chuckled, scratching his neck as he walked to her, scooping her up into his arms. “I gotta get back to making dinner, baby. You wanna help me or do you wanna go outside with Uncle Ben and Lennon?”

“Uncle Ben,” she decided, squirming from her father’s arms so that she could run through the living room to the glass door, tugging it open and closing it behind her.

“Lennon’s here?” Dylan asked as she followed Frankie into the kitchen. Frankie turned down the music and nodded as he returned to chopping garlic. Noting the shift in Dylan’s smile, he decided to pry.

“Everything good with you two?” he asked, careful not to overstep.

Dylan sighed and shook her head, opening up the box of treats and grabbing the first one. Frankie watched as she soothed herself with a cupcake, a smile of endearment growing on his face.

“Gonna ruin your appetite,” he warned playfully.

“I promise you, I won’t,” she assured with a chuckle. “Smells really good, by the way.”

“Thank you,” he blushed. “It’s the one thing I can make well.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” she smiled and pulled up a seat at the island to watch him as he moved on to chopping parsley and basil. “How long has she been over here?”

“Not long after we got back from your shop,” he replied as he walked the chopped herbs over to the sauce he was simmering. “She seemed pretty upset, so Benny’s kind of taken it upon himself to distract her.”

Dylan scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“What’s up?” Frankie persisted, meeting her eyes.

“Nothing,” she sighed and rolled her shoulders. “I think I’m going to go take a shower before dinner’s done.”

“Okay,” he nodded, though he was reluctant to bury his curiosity. “Should be ready in thirty minutes or so.”

“Sounds good.”

After a lengthy and nearly scalding hot shower, Dylan started off towards the kitchen in a pair of oversized sweatpants and a hoodie, her caramel highlighted hair resting damp in waves over her shoulders. The sound of crowding stopped her, the kitchen seemingly holding the entire household, including Lennon. Sighing, she resigned to having a late dinner just so that she didn’t have to come face to face with her little sister. Dylan went back inside of her bedroom, and with nothing better to do, drew the curtains and called it an early night.

It was well past dark by the time she surfaced again, carefully tiptoeing past a sleeping Santiago as he laid on the couch with a woman she had yet to meet, his girlfriend she supposed. Fixing herself a plate as quietly as she could, she tiptoed her way back down the hall towards her bedroom, only to run into an exhausted Frankie as he stepped carefully out of his bedroom.

“Hey,” he greeted with a rasp that went straight to her core.

“Hey,” she breathed out, caught off guard by his shirtless state, the gray sweatpants he was wearing hanging low on his hips and doing very little to conceal his modesty. “Just grabbing dinner.”

“Finally,” he chuckled. “Tried knocking to bring you some earlier but didn’t get an answer.”

“Yeah, I was taking a depression nap,” she joked. “But that was very thoughtful of you.”

“No problem,” he smiled kindly. “Hey, I just got Rina to sleep. You, uh, wanna join me outside for my illicit activities?”

“Illicit, huh?” she chuckled. “How illicit?”

“Just a joint,” he shrugged.

“In that case, yes, I do.” Dylan waited for Frankie to throw on a t-shirt before following him out to the backyard. He turned on the yellow fairy lights that were strung over the roof of the wooden patio cover, the space turning golden and ethereal in the matter of a second. “Wouldn’t have pegged you for a smoker.”

“Used to do worse shit, but I’m too old for all that so I stick to the natural stuff,” he informed as he lit the joint in his hand. Meanwhile, Dylan scarfed her food down as though she’d been starving for days, earning a chuckle from Frankie as he exhaled the smoke. “Hungry?”

“Starving,” she groaned as he shoveled more food in her mouth ungracefully. Frankie felt more endeared by her messiness than he thought he should have been, but the sight of her being so unabashedly human warmed his heart.

“Here,” he passed her the joint and she smiled in thanks, wiping the pasta sauce from her lips so that she could hit it. With a singular cough, she exhaled the smoke and watched it dance off in clouds in the air, the golden lights illuminating it all the more. “Feel better?”

“Yeah,” she nodded and let out a chuckle. “I’m just…ever since I was a kid, I had to be a fucking parent to her. My parents were cool, but they were also fucking irresponsible and absent. I gave up my youth to make sure she was good, that she’d be able to date and afford nice things and get into a good school so she could get a good job. And now, all that shit has come true for her. She’s doing good, but…god, I’m just fucking stuck. She has her own place and nice things and doesn’t have to scrape by to live and…gets fucking laid like a normal adult. Meanwhile, I live with a bunch of dudes I don’t know, I can hardly afford the gas it takes to get to work, and I haven’t been touched by a man in…fuck, how long has it been?” She looked at Frankie with an amused smile, laughing at herself thanks to the weed now in her system. Frankie didn’t smile back, his brows laced together in concern as he listened to her intently. “I’m sorry. Dumping all this shit on you when you’re going through your own shit.”

“No,” he shook his head and reached his hand over, resting it on top of hers. Dylan’s fingers twitched with the desire to touch him back, but she refrained. “Listen, I don’t know you very well, but I know you well enough to know that good things are still out there waiting for you. You don’t have to be her parent anymore, like you said, she’s good. Now, you just have to figure out how to make yourself good.”

“Well, sex would be an easy start,” she joked, but quickly saw the panic in Frankie’s eyes. “Oh—I didn’t mean with you. Not that…not that I wouldn’t want you, I just—I just meant I should try to get laid—god, nevermind.”

Frankie laughed and shook his head, pulling his hand back to his lap.

“Come out with us this weekend,” he suggested. “I’m sure you’ll be able to find an easy lay out at the bars.”

“I’m too old for casual sex,” she sighed with a frown. “Gotta have a connection first. So annoying.”

“I’m right there with ya,” he chuckled. “I haven’t fucked anyone in at least a year. And now with Rina sharing my bedroom…doubt it’ll happen anytime soon.”

“Well,” she plucked the joint from his hand and lifted it to her lips, taking a drag before handing it back over. “To celibacy.”

Frankie laughed and nodded, taking another hit as well. “To celibacy. And good things.”

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[selttiks4313]

If I were smart or patient enough I would write the best spn/house au and it would be so so so good you guys.

Imagine if you will…

Non spn/human au

Dean takes care of Sammy (obv) and whenever he’s sick they go to the free clinic. John brings them once or twice. House clocks John as an alcoholic probably. Knows he’s ex military (the way Dean calls him sir etc.) and feels for the boys because we all know houses dad was a pos too. Treats John like shit but good with Sam. (Good in deans eyes, even better in Sam’s)

Eventually John stops coming around (dead? Lost custody? Idk idc) and it’s just Dean at Sammy’s apts. (maybe Bobby or Ellen in an emergency?? House could ask Sam where his brother is etc.)

House and Dean vibe even when he’s young. Dean just wants to get in and get out and not waste his or houses time. Sammy doesn’t complain either which is unlike most kids. House is an ass but Dean enjoys those visits more than when he sees other providers.

(I feel like Dean comes in one day (an adult at drinking age atp) and house wants to kill time to piss off Cuddy and Dean doesn’t wanna go back to work. This is when the primary bonding happens.)

They watch general hospital together in the exam room and talk about dr sexy. They leer at nurses and Cuddy. They talk about deans car and houses bike. Having shitty dads. Music, bad horror movies.

Dean likes Wilson too. He comes around sometimes and seems nice enough. Dean notices something is kinda up with those two but it isn’t his business. Wilson’s third wife sounds unbearable.

They don’t ever hangout or anything. (Unless? Maybe they run into each other at a bar a few times? Moody drinking and talking music or something equally them. But never intentionally hanging out) Their worlds don’t blur that much. I’m thinking more like random hijinx leading them to having several interactions (10+?) over the years.

Charlie breaks an arm or something. Benny needs stitches and won’t let Dean do it. Bobby’s been sick for two months and refuses to be seen until Dean makes him go in. STD check up (House would have a field day with this) IDK just random instances to where they have a bit of familiarity with one another.

I feel like House would call Dean “the ken doll” Winchester. Dean would flirt with Cameron and House would be delighted. Etc etc. Just random instances through out the years where they recognize and respect each other. Nothing more.

Until

Cas gets sick. Weird sick, needs houses expertise sick. No one at the clinic is taking Dean’s concerns about Cas seriously. (I feel like Cas having major personality changes would be Interesting maybe?? Like combo of godstiel/insane Cas. Maybe a seizure or two?? Idk something!) Until Dean sees House in the hallway. House agrees to see him because he likes Dean and he’s bored.

Normal medical malpractice ensues blah blah blah

But

Deans reaction to Cas being sick is unsettling to house. They’re just friends right? This is the guy Deans mentioned to him in passing before?

But why does Dean look at him (Cas) like that? Why is he holding his hand? Why did he brush the hair out of his eyes?

Dean once referred to this Cas guy as his own Wilson. But House doesn’t look at Wilson like that, does he?? *Insert House spiral here*

Wilson also gets nervous watching them together or hearing them talk about each other. I think he and Cas need to bond. Both in love with grumpy men who are too afraid to allow themselves to love.

Oooo Cas reprimanding Dean for being rude in almost identical fashion to how Wilson did to House before they entered the room. That would be hilarious.

Speaking of hilarious. Very funny to imagine the ducklings searching Deans place. (Not the bunker. Maybe Bobbys? Maybe an apt above the roadhouse?)

I just know they would have lots to say. Forced masculinity comments with the nudie magazines/calendars etc. Surprisingly good/healthy ingredients/food in the house? Dean cooks apparently. Books on mechanical engineering and fantasy/sci-fi novels.

I feel like he and Cas need to be roommates for some reason in this 🤔. Maybe Cas has just moved in? Escaped his family’s religious extremist right wing bs. Maybe he doesn’t even have a room yet??? Maybe he and Dean share.

Ducklings taking bets on if Dean and Cas are dating, besties, or in love but repressed. “Sounds like two other men best friends that we know” *foreman voice*

House saves Cas because of course he does. Dean cries and rests their foreheads together and House feels uncomfy watching this and skedaddles.

Something about seeing them together will push him and/or Wilson to make a move finally. Not sure who or how yet.

I want to write this soooooo bad but I know I’ll never finish it. Someone want to write this for me?? It would be so good I just know it!!!!

[lindszeppelin]

Hi Lindsay! Now that you've seen the Bikeriders, how would you rank these characters? From favorite to least favorite: Benny, Gale, Feyd, Elvis.

Hi darling! This is a nice question, and it is a hard one. But I love working my brain in the morning lol.

1. Benny Cross. I love the nuance to his character, and he really interests me. I know Jeff took creative liberties on his character, so the film Benny isn’t 100% canon to real life Benny, and I like that. There’s SO MUCH that is left unsaid about him, and he doesn’t say much, but you can tell he has depth of character. He’s not saying much but he thinks everything. He’s just very alluring to me

2. Elvis. I’ll talk on the character and not the real man lol. I thought the way in which Austin played his vulnerabilities and his subtle anger was beautiful. The way he showed love to the fans was sexy. He was charming, boyish, and real. I love that character

3. Major Gale Cleven. Similar to Benny in how he is a man of few words, but he is totally different on how he speaks his mind and with what he says. He takes careful consideration of the weight of his actions, and I love how sweet he is on the people he cares about. I wish we had more scenes between him and Marge, because that’s where his character really shined…outside from how heroic he is. But like, when he is liberated from camp and he comes back home and looks at her picture in his trunk, the sparkle in his eye showed a playful side to him.

4. Feyd Rautha. He was a delicious villain, but I think as most movie villains go (with rare exceptions) they’re kind of one dimensional. I love when we can explore the villains motives, how they ended up in the place they are in their mind, etc. I think a lot of it had to do with the script and how they wrote Feyd, because we didn’t see a lot of why he is the way he is. Austin did the character work, but I wish the script gave us more. For example, one of my favorite villains is Loki from Marvel (I’m not 100% into superhero films anymore but they were good back then) and they dived deep into giving Loki a voice…explaining how he ended up resenting Thor from childhood and his good side turning out sometimes. I love a good anti-hero too lol. So getting back to Feyd, for a straight up villain character I enjoyed what we saw on screen. He was magnetic.

A better example of a villain I love that is so compelling to watch is Homelander from The Boys. He’s probably one of the best villains ever written. He’s scary, diabolical, psychotic, demented, loves torture, but he also has a side to him that cries out all the time to be loved and wanted. It makes you have this feeling of “he’s sick, but I get where he’s coming from”. When a show or film makes you interested in knowing more about its villain then I’m compelled.

I would love to know what your rankings are if you have a list :) or if you’d like to keep talking about our favorite villains I’d love to go there too! ❤️

[kaletastrophes]

oh my god. 1) yes I fear Frankie angst from you would ruin and change my life (compliment!!). Because literally everything you write changes my life istg.

But 2) I’m gonna rewatch Triple Frontier today because tbqh I’m always semi confused by the fandoms perception that Frankie is meek, quiet, sweet and the most well meaning. Because from what I remember of the film he’s actually the most insane out of the entire group. He has no healthy outlets or relationships, he mentions a wife and child but lbr “idk man my old lady doesn’t like me doing that stuff anymore”…5 seconds later meme he’s on a plane to Columbia…I wouldn’t call this relationship healthy. It really seems his life is in a tailspin before he ever even gets on the plane. Benny is boxing, Will is helping Vets, Pope is lowkey not dealing with things but he’s totally focused on trying to help the people of Columbia or that’s what he’s telling himself anyway. Frankie is loosing his pilots license because he gets caught with drugs??? Hello??? He’s hanging on by a thread and the movie hasn’t even started yet!

Then once there….he quickly goes insane. The one moment of humanity we see from him is when he says he doesn’t want to go into the house if the kids are there….but later he’s dissolved so much mentally he screams at Pope he actually IS TOTALLY willing to kill kids if that’s what it takes for him to get out of there. The other guys have to constantly stop him from killing more people than absolutely necessary!! The blankness in his eyes when he starts killing too…All humanity just leaves him as soon as he even starts to think things are going pear shaped. Pope isn’t the most fucked up, his face just looks like that y’all, Frankie is.

And Pope is spending so much time trying to keep Frankie from going totally off his rocker and becoming a killing machine. I actually feel the most for Pope at the end. Pope just spent the entire film realizing his Catfish is traumatized and violent and crazy!!

Frankie is sick and violent and totally out of control and if he didn’t get immediate serious help after the events of the film…oh I fear the worst for Frankie baby.

frankie morales angst from you would actually heal the world like it would end wars, end world hunger, end global warming like everybody would be like all hail vic

I must do it for the good of the world then, so it seems! ahahaha I actually think he's so incredibly interesting, there was a discussion on twitter the other day about how he was the most affected after ben Affleck's character's death and how he progressively nose dives internally afterwards and it was so poignantly laid out it really got me thinking on him -- I need to consider him more as I have no concrete ideas on what I'd do but I think he'd deserve something more fleshed out from me like the different aspects of him -- he's silly and funny but smart and adept and violent and rash and soft all at the same time

and like let's not forget how unbearably hot he is too righttttttttt

[pilothusband]

All Hail The King

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Alcohol, oral sex, p in v sex, praise kink. I’m a horny bitch, okay? This is purely indulgent.

Word count: 5k

Author’s note: Special thanks to @wyn-dixie​ for reading this over before I posted it and for enabling this filth. ❤️ This idea entered my brain randomly and I had to write it out. Please let me know what you think! I want your feedback. If I had Photoshop I would have made an edit of Frankie with a crown for this but I don’t have it so here’s this gif instead.

The bar is humming with activity, but the table you’re nestled at in the back provides enough shelter to allow you all to converse without having to yell at each other.

You’ve been nursing a glass of water for a while now, since you’re the designated driver this week. It doesn’t bother you, though— you’re just happy to be out with your friends.

Every once in a while you steal a glance over at Frankie, who’s sitting diagonally across the table, next to Santiago who is directly across from you. Benny is to your left, his large body crowding you into the wall, and his brother Will is at the head of the table.

“Hey Fish,” Benny claps a hand on his shoulder. The force of his hand jostles Frankie’s solid body backwards a little, but to his credit he doesn’t flinch. “How are things with that girl you were seeing? Jennessa? Jennifer?”

You take a sip of your water and look down at the table to mask your interest at the sudden change in conversation.

“Jessica,” Frankie clears his throat. “They aren’t. We didn’t have much in common so she broke it off after a few dates.”

Queue the internal cheering. Jessica was a bit of a wet mop, to be honest. She never had anything to say when Frankie brought her around and she would scoff at everything that was slightly unsavory in her eyes. Deep down, you had to come to terms with the jealous twinge you felt in your gut every time she would squeeze Frankie’s shoulder affectionately, her immaculately manicured nails pressed harshly into his jacket.

“I’m sorry, Fish,” Benny said, slinging his arm around the man, the clumsy movement knocking his hat slightly askew. “Her loss, brother.”

“Here here,” Santi agrees, raising his bottle in the air. “To the king!”

Benny cheers clinks his bottle against Santiago’s echoing his sentiment. Will huffs out a laugh and Frankie groans, hiding his face in his hands.

You gape at the two men in question, but they just giggle like a couple of school girls.

“I didn’t realize I was in the presence of royalty,” you say, trying to figure out what they’re talking about. You look over at Frankie as he takes an impatient sip from his drink.

Benny just about spits out a mouthful of beer onto the table.

“Shut the fuck up, guys.” Frankie warns his friends. “Seriously.” Santi and Benny give him an innocent look. Will focuses his gaze on the bottle he’s holding, picking at the paper label, damp and curling at the edges from condensation .

Santiago leans towards you, his breath hot in your ear.

“We call him the pussy eating king.”

You thank the powers above you weren’t mid-sip, because the choked sound that emits from your throat was both involuntary and sudden. Heat blossoms in your stomach and your thighs clench together as you make eye contact with Frankie. He looks away nervously, embarrassed even. 

“So was this a self coronation or..” You trail off, grinning at the flush on Frankie’s cheeks.

“It was that really talkative chick he was seeing for a while,” Benny says, turning to you. “Brianna?”

“Brenda,” Frankie sighs.

“So Brenda crowned you the pussy eating king?” You ask Frankie, who still refuses to meet your eyes.

He grumbles in response, waving off the subject.

“Yeah, she went on about it in detail for the whole night one time. I think you were away for a work trip or something” Santiago is absolutely smirking, loving the way Frankie is physically shrinking under the group’s attention. “Come on Fish, don’t be so modest. You’re a beast in the sack, it’s a good thing!”

You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. You remember why you weren’t there. It was because you couldn’t stand seeing Frankie so happy with another woman, so you feigned sick.

“Well, I can see why things with Brenda didn’t last,” you respond, knowing Frankie was kind of a private guy. “But hey, at least she can tell all her friends she got the royal treatment while it lasted.”

Benny, Santiago and even Will all roar with laughter, fists banging raucously on the table. Frankie huffs out an embarrassed laugh, despite himself.

“Yeah, yeah,” he takes a swig of his beer, emptying it. “I need another drink.”

“Hey Ben, what time is your fight next week again?” Will calls over to his brother. You’re grateful for the change of subject. Frankie’s had enough torture for one night and you aren’t sure how many more details about Frankie’s sexual prowess your nether regions can take.

Benny turns towards Will to talk about his upcoming match and you take a sip from your glass to try to hide how flustered you’re feeling. Did this bar get hot all of a sudden?

The glass lands back down with a dull thump and you look up to find Santiago studying you, his eyebrow raised.

“What?” You don’t mean to sound aggressive, but his gaze is unnerving, as if he’s trying to suss out something you’re hiding.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” He smirks and tips up his beer, taking a long gulp. You roll your eyes at him and look down to pick at your nails.

A few moments later, Frankie returns with a fresh beer and you can feel Santiago turning his face in your direction again to read your body language. You school your reaction, fingers digging painfully into your pint glass. Sometimes Pope is too fucking nosy for his own good.

He must lose interest after a moment though, because he turns his attention back to Benny, who’s still talking about his upcoming fight.

The topic doesn’t come up again, thankfully, and you’ve dropped all the boys off at their separate destinations, save for Frankie, who lives the closest to you.

The car ride alone with him isn’t as tense as you were expecting, since his tongue has been loosened with the fair amount of alcohol he’s had tonight. You both chat easily about the upcoming week and how much you’re dreading going back to work on Monday.

You can’t resist one smart remark though, as you pull up to Frankie’s house.

“Your castle awaits, my liege,” you quip, trying and failing to hide your amused smile as you look over at him.

Frankie throws his head back and laughs freely, opening the car door with a wink.

“Goodnight, my queen,” he bows exaggeratedly before shutting the car door.

The butterflies don’t tamp down until you’re securely inside your own apartment, locking the door behind you.

That night was a month ago, which means it’s been a whole fucking month since your brain flew the coop. Every time Frankie does just about anything with his mouth, everything else around you ceases to exist.

Take last Thursday, for example. Frankie dropped by after work to help you change your porch light, since the fixture is too heavy and the light is too high up to easily reach.

He steps up the ladder with ease, unscrewing the fixture and holding it with his left hand. He puts the screwdriver in his mouth so he can hold onto the ladder as he gingerly hands you the fixture. You grab onto it and hand him the replacement bulb so he can swap them out.

He gets the lightbulb in and gestures towards you to hand the fixture back, which he screws back in before stepping down.

“Blegh,” he wipes his mouth on his sleeve, an action that has your last two brain cells screeching to a halt. “Screwdrivers taste awful.” 

His statement is cute, self-deprecating, and you try to respond appropriately but all you can do is gape at him like a fish out of water.

‘Get your shit together, he’s wiping off the taste of rust, not your pussy,’ you try to mentally shake yourself out of your stupor, but it does no good.

He turns back towards his toolbox to drop the screwdriver in and close the lid.

“All set,” he says, dusting off his jeans. He sounds a little uneasy, probably because you’re acting like a complete weirdo.

“Thank you so much, Frankie. I really appreciate it.” You find your manners and pull him in for a hug, secretly reveling in how good he smells.

“Any time,” he tells you as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes softly.

Before he pulls away you make a spur of the moment decision, and reach up to give him a small kiss on the cheek. He’s so impossibly warm and so inviting, you can feel your heart flutter in your chest. The sparse hairs on his face tickle your chin. 

Frankie clears his throat and ducks his head down, mumbling a hurried goodbye before he heads back to his truck, toolbox in hand. You don’t miss the way his lips are turned up and the crows feet make an appearance in the corner of his eyes, nor do you miss the brilliant flush that spreads over his face and down his neck.

It’s Saturday now and your torment knows no end. You decide you’re too tired to go out and opt to invite the guys over for a movie night, to which they all agree. 

You decide you’ll just have to look away every time Frankie takes a sip of a drink, or eats a handful of popcorn. Or God forbid, if he licks his lips.

The group chat has been a nightmare, with everyone trying to come up with a movie to watch. Benny wants to watch The Expendables, Will mentioned something about wanting to see Dunkirk for ages now and Santi is playing devil’s advocate, disagreeing with all of their choices but not coming up with one of his own.

Frankie has been quiet in the chat, besides initially agreeing to come over initially.

It’s 9:00 PM, you have a 30 rack of beers in the fridge and some popcorn set out for everyone. All you have to do now is wait for the guys to arrive. Your phone chimes with a notification from Benny.

Benny and the Jets 🥊: Sorry lady, I got called in for a last minute practice. Raincheck?

Ironhead 🦸🏼: I gotta duck out too. The lady wants to have a date night. Sorry!

You type out a reply to them, a little disappointed but bidding them a good night all the same.

A knock sounds on the door and you rush over to answer it. The door swings open to reveal Frankie, wearing the softest looking navy blue hoodie you’ve ever seen, along with his Standard Oil cap. He looks as unsure as ever, holding a bottle of red wine.

You chirp an over-enthusiastic greeting, internally cringe at it, and step aside to welcome him in.

“I know you like red wine, so I got some for you on the way here. I hope it’s the kind you like.”

You accept the wine and look at the label. It’s a California Zinfandel. You can’t believe he remembered your favorite wine.

“I love it, thank you so much.” You pull him into a hug, nuzzling into the soft material of his sweatshirt. He returns the hug just as enthusiastically, pulling away to kiss your forehead.

“Is Santiago on his way?” You ask, padding into the kitchen to grab a glass from your cabinet. “Do you want a glass? Or I have some beer if you’d prefer.”

“Beer is perfect, thanks,” he says a little breathily as he looks over at you. “Santiago said something came up and that he’s sorry.”

Something feels a little fishy with the three of them ducking out all at the same time, but you don’t mention it as you hand him a beer and search through your drawer for a bottle opener. A few minutes later, you’re both set up on the couch and are scrolling through Netflix for a movie.

“I have no idea what to watch. Do you?”

“Want to watch Civil War? I know the guys will bitch we’re continuing the rewatch without them but they can deal.”

You tip your head back and laugh, navigating over to your Disney+ app.

Frankie takes off his hat and sets it aside while you spread a blanket over your laps, braving a chance to scoot closer to him. He takes the hint and wraps his arm behind your shoulders, nestling you closer to his chest. You settle in and try to pay attention to the movie, despite the wild fluttering that is taking place in your stomach.

Frankie shifts uncomfortably and winces a little. You can tell he’s trying to hide it, but little does he know you’ve been watching every single movement he makes like a hawk. Or a nervous lap dog.

“Does your back hurt? I can move,” you start to get up but Frankie grabs onto your wrist and pulls you back in.

“No, stay. I just need to find a comfortable position.”

You make a soft noise of surprise when he lifts you up and pulls you towards him, settling back so he’s spread out on the couch. You’re settled on top of him, your legs stretched out over his with your back to the cushion, half draped over his torso.

This position has your heart thumping hard in your chest. His face was just a few inches from yours. All he’d have to do is tilt his face towards yours, and you’d be practically kissing.

Focusing on the movie is harder than ever. Your left hand rests on Frankie’s chest and your right is near his head. Without even thinking, you reach out and start stroking your fingers through his soft curls. He hums contentedly, the pleasant sound rumbling through his chest.

A hand makes its way up your arm leaving goosebumps in its wake, landing on your shoulder.

You brave a glance at Frankie and feel your heart stutter in your chest when you realize he’s been looking at you. His eyes are as dark as ever, twinkling against the flicker of your TV.

He closes the gap and captures your lips in a tender kiss. His lips are warm and soft, melding to yours perfectly. The brush of your mouths together is intoxicating. Your tongue darts out to lick at him and he complies, letting out a guttural moan at the sensation as your tongues meet languidly.

You shift your leg so it slots between his and both of your hands find his shoulders and squeeze them, eliciting a soft mewl from Frankie’s mouth. His hands are hot on your back and he slides one down to your ass, kneading the soft flesh over your leggings.

Your hips press into his, rutting into him, soft pants falling from your mouth– mingling with his. You need to be closer, closer, closer. He tightens his grip on your ass in response and rolls his hips so you can feel how hard he is against your belly.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, breaking the kiss, words tumbling out between his ragged breaths. 

You can feel yourself throbbing for him, wetness rushing to your core as his hushed baritone makes your head spin with need. Somewhere in the back of your mind you’re convinced this is a dream. That there’s no way you’re dry humping the man of your dreams on your couch right now.

You duck down to hide your expression, not wanting to ruin the moment with your anxiety and doubt. You’ll take whatever this man gives you, even if it’s just this moment. 

You busy yourself by peppering small kisses on his neck, trailing them up to his jaw.

“Hey,” he slows your movements and holds your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up gently up to look at him.

“I want you. I want this. Do you?” 

You feel the urge to look away, his gaze is intense and laser-focused on you. Eye contact has never been your strong suit, so this was a lot for you to handle. But you fight the urge to flinch and stare back, searching to see if there was anything that will give away any trepidations. His expression remains hard set, serious but not unkind. It’s just like Frankie to have eyes as clear as day, giving away all of his secrets. They’re just like him— strong, unrelenting in their hardness and softness.

“Yes,” you reply. Your voice cracks a little, thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long.” 

You feel embarrassment wash over you with the admission, but Frankie doesn’t let it last long before you crushes his lips to yours in a searing kiss. He breaks it off after a moment, lips swollen and pink.

“Baby, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

He strokes a hand down your jaw, his thumb caressing your skin as a goofy smile blooms over your face.

“I want to make you feel good, baby,” he whispers, his thumb catching on the swell of your bottom lip. “Will you let me make you feel good?”

You blink and swallow heavily, a fresh wave of arousal flooding to your center as the deep rasp of his voice utters those words, smooth as caramel– dousing over you like kerosene on a fire.

You nod, not trusting your voice at this very moment.

“I need you to say it out loud, honey,” he says, his lips brushing against yours ever so lightly.

“Yes, Francisco,” you breathe out. “Make me feel good.”

He bites your bottom lip and tugs, then growls playfully before he grabs your shoulders and flips you over. You let out a delighted shriek, giggling as he lifts up the hem of your shirt and kisses every inch of skin that’s revealed.

“Wait,” you call out. He stops his movements immediately. “You first.”

Frankie grins. You want to press your fingers into the dimple that appears and feel the scratch of his beard under your nails. He leans back and lifts his sweatshirt over his head, the grey t-shirt he’s wearing sticks to the inside of it and he rolls both garments down his arms. 

His chest is bare to you now, smooth except for a smattering of hairs in the middle of his chest, and a patch leading down into his jeans. You want to reach out and run your hands down the planes of his torso and follow the path of hair,  but your arms aren’t long enough to reach. 

You remove your shirt, leaving you in your leggings and bra. It’s a soft lace number, a delicate pink with no underwire. You watch as his hungry gaze roams over your chest. To your surprise, he doesn’t motion for you to take it off. Instead, he leans over you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

 He moves downwards, tongue darting out to taste the salt of your neck. He continues his path and mouths between your breasts, one of his hands reaches out to squeeze the plump flesh in his large hand. You nipple instantly pebbles under his ministrations and he pulls the fabric aside to tease it with the pad of his finger. You moan softly at the sensation and yelp in surprise when he sucks it into his mouth and bites it, soothing the sharp sting with a flick of his tongue.

 “Mmm, love how responsive you are already,” he hums, moving down. Your back arches as his mouth makes a hot trail down the rest of your torso. You look down and notice he’s left wet patches where his mouth has been, coating you in saliva and leaving goosebumps in his wake.

 He reaches the waistband of your leggings and pushes them down, letting out a strangled groan when he gets an eyeful of your panties, the same shade of pink that matches the bra you’re wearing. 

“So fucking sexy,” he breathes.

He peels your panties down your legs and pulls them off along with your leggings, leaving you completely bare from the bottom down. You start to cross your legs to hide yourself, feeling self-conscious at how exposed you are, but Frankie grabs your thigh to halt the movement.

“You better not hide this pretty pussy from me,” he says, licking his lips.

You half expect him to dive in, but he takes a moment to look at you. He’s resting a hand on your hip. His pointer finger makes a path down, tracing an invisible line up and down your slit. You hiss at the ghost of his touch and thrust your hips towards his hand, seeking out more friction.

Frankie lets out an amused chuckle at your reaction and leans forward to plant a wet kiss to your inner thigh. You let out a shaky breath in anticipation– your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest. He kisses up your thigh until he reaches the apex between your legs, then licks a stripe through your folds with the flat of his tongue, pulling a surprised gasp from your parted lips.

He sucks your clit into his mouth and you can’t help it– you buck up into his mouth and grab onto his hair and tug at the strands. He grabs onto the flesh of your hip and whimpers into your pussy. Despite being almost dizzy with need, you feel a rush of power knowing you have this effect on him.

“You taste so fucking good. So wet for me,” he punctuates his words with bold licks up and down. “Never want to stop.”

He changes patterns, making tight circles on your clit with his tongue. The sudden switch has you mewling and your legs clamp around his head involuntarily. Frankie grabs your thighs and wrenches them apart, hooking them over his shoulders as he latches onto your pussy. His hands are on your ass, holding you up as your back arches off the couch.

All you can do is scramble at the cushions below you for purchase as Frankie buries his face into your cunt, lapping at you with abandon. His tongue licks into you with an intensity you’ve never experienced before; it has you seeing stars.

You have no idea how he knows exactly how to manipulate your body to pull the pleasure from you so naturally. Every lick feels like it’s searching for treasure, every suck hits somewhere deep inside, reverberating through the muscles of your thighs and up in your abdomen.

He gently places you back down to the cushions and rubs at your entrance with his pointer finger, looking up at you for permission.

“Yes, please–“ you whimper brokenly. He complies immediately and plunges it into you, following with a second finger, and curls them up. His pace is slow at first and he flicks his tongue out to play with your clit at the same time. He’s soon spurred on by your moans and sets a brutal pace. You once again feel the urge to clamp around him to increase the pressure, but Frankie uses his broad shoulders to hold your thighs apart.

 Seeing his shoulders, bare and perspiring from his intensive movements, so wide and flushed, coupled with the furrow of his brow, his eyes pinched closed, makes something primal within you awaken. You barely have time to feel your orgasm coming before it’s hitting you– thighs shaking, back arching, hands in his hair. You don’t even realize it, but you;’re shrieking his name, chanting it like a prayer. He’s groaning in reply, milking you through it with his fingers and tongue, lapping up your release, syrupy sweet and indulgent.

 He doesn’t stop until you’re flinching from overstimulation. He kisses up your body lazily, taking his time before capturing your lips. You kiss him back, licking into his mouth and tasting yourself on his tongue. He grinds into you, his jean-clad erection rubs against your aching cunt and rekindles the fire, molten heat shooting through your entire body.

 “Wanna fuck you so bad, baby,” he says, panting the words into your mouth.

 You moan and break the kiss.

 “Want to take this to my room?”

 He doesn’t reply, but instead swings his body off the couch and picks you up bridal-style. He stumbles a little with the first steps and you both laugh, kissing each other with each step he takes towards your bedroom.

He tosses you onto the bed softly and you let loose another delighted giggle when Frankie flops over you dramatically, caging you in his arms. Your tongues tangle together in an impossibly sensual kiss. He’s momentarily distracted, caught up in the feel of your body underneath his with the soft touches of your tongue, and you take the opportunity to roll him over and straddle his hips.

Frankie is looking up at you as if he’s in awe, like he can’t believe you’re here right now, naked from the waist down and grinding down on his hard cock, tenting his jeans.

You move down his body and zip his fly down, pushing down the denim along with his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, hard and hot and leaking at the tip. You can’t help but lick the bead of precum, and a broken whine rips from Frankie’s throat. His hands are clenched into the sheets, knuckles white with how hard he’s gripping the mattress beneath him.

You’re bobbing your mouth up and down his length, tongue licking around his shaft and cheeks hollowing out. His moans are loud, constant. He’s babbling praise, telling you how fucking amazing your mouth feels, how badly he wants to fuck you. It’s a heady feeling, bringing a strong and quiet man to his knees like this. You love that he’s letting you know how much he’s breaking for you.

Your tongue finds its way down to his balls and you suck them into your mouth, moaning at the musky taste. His moans are high pitched now and his hand is squeezing your shoulder.

“Baby, you gotta stop,” he grabs onto your hair to pause your movements. “I need to feel you.”

You give him one last broad lick up his shaft and shift back up, and look down at Frankie to catalogue the number you’ve done on him. He’s absolutely wrecked– brown eyes blown wide, chest rising and falling rapidly with his uneven breaths.

 You remove your bra, stretching it over your head and throwing it to the side. Frankie follows the movement and lets out a needy, staccato moan at the sight of you, completely bare before him.

 You reach down and kiss him soundly on the mouth, lining his cock up with your entrance.

 “I’ve got you, baby boy,” you coo, sinking down on his length.

 “Fuck,” he grits out between his teeth.

 You give yourself a moment to get used to his size and rock into him. His hands fly up to your chest, squeezing lightly and rolling your nipples in between his fingers.

 “So fucking big,” you pant out. “So good for me.”

 It seems Frankie loves praise as much as you do, evidenced by the twitch of his cock inside you.

 Your pace is agonizingly slow. You’re trying to tease out the moment, stretch it out so it lasts forever. It doesn’t last long– you can’t stand it anymore. You bounce up and down on him, snapping your hips when they meet his.

 “So fucking perfect,” he pants out. “Wanna fuck you from behind.”

 You breathe out a moan and stop your movements. Frankie mistakes your pause for hesitation and reaches up to brush the hair out of your face.

 “We don’t have to,” he says, voice gentle, brow furrowed in concern. 

 “No, fuck. No, Frankie. I want to.”

 You gingerly get up and whimper at the loss when he’s no longer inside you. Frankie sits up, shoulders rocking forward and cock bobbing with his movement as he settles onto his knees. You watch him and bite your lip, getting on all fours and lifting your ass up in the air to present yourself to him.

 Frankie can’t help the groan that falls from his lips and sinks forward to lay an open-mouthed kiss on your pussy from behind before he lines himself up. He enters you without hesitation, hips slapping against your ass rhythmically, setting a decisively fast pace. 

 All you can hear is the filthy sounds of your wet pussy as he pounds into you, along with your strangled moans, and his heavy breathing, laced with whispers of praise you can’t discern. The waves of pleasure are too much, too strong. You can feel the familiar build up of an orgasm. Your head is in the clouds as it climbs and climbs– then crashes.

 His fingers on your clit is what does you in. Your whole body shakes and all you can do is whimper and moan around his cock while he fucks into you. The strong, practiced rock of his hips become sloppy as he chases his release, muttering words of adoration into the air as he pulls out and cums, spilling onto your back. He pulls every last drop out of his cock before collapsing over you, forehead resting on your spine as he catches his breath.

 “Fuck, baby,” he says, once he’s caught his breath. “Should have done this ages ago.”

 You both laugh and Frankie gets up to grab a wet face towel from the bathroom

A little while later, you’re both in bed, blissed out and wrapped up around each other. The movie, drinks and snacks are all forgotten. All that matters is here and now– your breaths mingling together as you kiss each other lazily, tongues probing slowly. 

In the other room, both of your phones ping on the coffee table with unheard notifications.

The first text is from Santiago.The other boys follow suit, not a minute apart.

Pope 🤦🏻‍♂️: 👑

Benny and the Jets 🥊: 👑

Ironhead 🦸🏼: 👑

Neither of you see the texts until the next morning.

 The following weekend, it’s Santiago’s turn to be the designated driver. He’s parked outside of Frankie’s house, waiting to pick both of your asses up. He starts to tap his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel after the first 15 minutes. 

“What the fuck are they doing in there?” He asks Will and Benny. They all know the answer, but don’t say anything.

Meanwhile, Frankie has you crowded against the front door, your sundress is hiked up and his face is buried in your pussy. Neither of you can hear the sound of Santi’s impatient honking over your moans.

And if you end up going to the bar sans panties because you can’t find them before Santiago is pounding his fist on the door, well that’s just a secret you and Frankie will have to keep.

Taglist: @tenderclio @softdin @darnitdraco @freeshavocadoooo @recklessworry @wyn-dixie @manalg14 @codenamewife @comphersjost @princessxkenobi @manalg14 @comphersjost @a-skov @sheresh0y @greeneyedblondie44 @blackmarketmummy @brandyllyn @gracie7209 @bootyliciousbilbo @dobbyjen

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Absent - Chapter One

Summary: Y/N’s father loves her - maybe too much given how sheltered she is - but he’s always absent. He’s either busy with work or busy entertaining women. Y/N thinks she’s finally found a way to get him to notice her, and with a little help from Uncle Sam, she finally gets some quality time with Daddy. But for how long can she keep his attention?

Pairing: Dean x daughter!Reader / (scenes of) Sam x niece!reader / (scene of) Benny x Reader

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)

Chapter Tags: angst, disappointment, talk of isolation, naive!reader, innocent!reader, mentions of sex, voyeurism, p in v, blowjob

Chapter WC: 1727

A/Ns: I feel disgusting. This is gonna be amazing. Please send an ask to be tagged in this series. My “Always and Forevers” and my “SPN Forevers” will be tagged automatically :)

Chapters 2-19 are available now on Patreon

Absent Masterlist // Sister/Daughter!Reader Masterlist

Chapter One - Happy Birthday

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” 

You smile, “thanks, Uncle Sam. Where’s Daddy?” You look over to his seat at the large dining table, seeing it’s empty and the servers haven’t even set up his place. This disappointment sits thick in your stomach, because you know exactly what that means, but you don’t want it to be true - not today. 

“Caught up, kid, I’m sorry.” You look back at your uncle and nod your head, defeated. The confirmation that your father is missing your birthday only makes you feel like calling the whole day off. Your favourite breakfast is placed in front of you - probably Uncle Sam’s doing - and he smiles at you to confirm your suspicions. “Pancakes with chocolate sauce and strawberries, with whipped cream… still your favourite, right?” he checks. You nod.

“Yeah, thanks.” You offer him a weak smile and pick up your fork, poking at the food for a bit. 

“Plus,” Sam speaks up again, watching you carefully, “your Dad has got all of your presents waiting for you in the front room, said you can open them all without him. And if there’s anything else you want, I’m under strict instructions to get it for you.” You know you should feel grateful, but you just feel disappointed. 

“Can you get my Dad?” you ask him. Sam offers you a sympathetic smile. 

“What’s wrong with your Uncle Sammy?” he smirks. “Listen, Y/N, I know this is a big birthday, and your Dad would be here if he could - but work is busy right now.” You look down to your plate, and Sam continues. “You know he loves you more than anything else, right? And he works so hard to give you everything you want.” You nod in agreement. You know he does it all for you, you know you’re his entire world, because he tells you that you are - but all you’ve ever wanted was for him to be around, to actually spend time with you. Instead, he just splashes his cash from afar. 

“I know, you’re right. I’m sorry,” you sigh. 

The room falls quiet as you play with your food with your fork and Sam eats his own breakfast. 

“So, eighteen…” Sam prompts. “Finally an adult.” 

You nod, “don’t feel like it,” you confess. 

“I’m in my late thirties and I still don’t feel like an adult,” Sam chuckles. You smile, genuinely this time, and decide to eat a strawberry. 

“There’s just so much I’ve never done, or experienced,” you sigh. “You know, most people my age are going to prom, and thinking about college and going to house parties with their friends and…” You reach for anything else ridiculous that teenagers are supposed to enjoy doing, “kissing and stuff-” Your cheeks flame in embarrassment at the very thought. “At least, they do in all the movies.”

“Well, movies aren’t real, you know that,” Sam defends. “And you also know your Dad would be worried sick if you went to any kind of party,” he scoffs. 

“I don’t even have friends,” you complain. “Not unless you count Sandy.” Sandy was your Nanny, but now you were older she was more like your assistant. Nowadays she's around less and less, and she's good at making herself blend into the background when she is present. Dean and Sam had her doing other things now, like cleaning and organising. “I’ve never even been to a real school and I’m about to graduate.” Sam sighs and places down his knife and fork, linking his fingers together in his lap. 

“You know how much I fought with your Dad about that. I’m sorry kid, these things happen. Our line of work is… messy and you’re safer here, where we can both look out for you.” You nod your understanding. 

“Well, anyway, it doesn’t matter. I was kinda hoping we could have a movie day today?” You blush. You had always loved movies, especially when they were about people your age - seeing how different their lives were to yours. You’ve been homeschooled your whole life, sheltered from everything, and some movies confused you, because you had never experienced anything that they had. Schools seemed wonderful and daunting all at once, and you often wondered what kind of ‘clique’ you’d be in if you went to one. Would you have had a boyfriend? One of those jocks that is secretly a soft guy that takes you on romantic dates? You could only imagine your father’s face if you ever brought a guy home. You wondered why everyone always drank alcohol in red plastic cups, and constantly obsessed over sex. The most you’d learned about sex was that it made babies - and you didn’t want any of those any time soon so it seemed a little pointless for highschoolers to be doing it.

“A movie day, huh?” Sam prompts, nodding his head. “Whatever you want, Princess, this is your day. But first, presents.”

-

The rest of your birthday had been fine. It took you a while to open all of your gifts. Your father had bought you a lot of jewellery, diamonds and white gold mainly, along with some new clothes and purses, all designer, and all no doubt chosen by anyone but him, because there is no way he knows a single thing about women’s fashion. You assume, like with all your gifts you receive from him, he’s given someone his credit card and told them to buy you things you’ll like. Trouble is, very few people besides Sandy and your uncle know you at all. Still, you appreciate the sentiment, anyway. The last gift had been in an envelope, and in your father’s writing you read that he was planning to take you to Paris, but couldn’t tell you when yet. You’d already resigned yourself to the fact that it wasn’t happening any time soon, and he’d no doubt eventually send you over there with Sandy, or Uncle Sam if you were lucky. 

Uncle Sam had got you an engraved locket with the family crest on it, and the number eighteen etched into the back. He'd spent the whole day trying to make it special for you, doing whatever you wanted, which meant you’d spent most of it in the theatre under a blanket and cuddled into Sam’s side as you watched all of your favourite films, with an endless supply of warm popcorn and all the candy and chocolate you could ask for. You did have a great time, but you couldn’t help thinking about how much better it would’ve been if your father was there to share it with you too. 

But Sam had told you at breakfast the next morning that Dean was on his way back, and would hopefully be home in time to see you before bed, so you’d been spending the day wishing time away, and just hoping you’d get to see him. You were struggling to stay awake by midnight, laying on your bed in silence, listening intently for your father’s voice to carry down the halls, or just any kind of sound to suggest he had finally come home, when you must've drifted off. 

It only feels like you’d blinked when you open your eyes again and turn your head, seeing it’s almost two a.m. You sit upright immediately, feeling a little disorientated, and then you remember that your Dad’s bound to be home by now. Maybe he’ll let you sleep in with him like you did sometimes when you were younger. You leave your room and walk down the hallway, heading towards his bedroom door. You can see the light is on, and you hear movement, so you excitedly step inside, walking down the hallway and you’re about to turn the corner to where his bed is, only to stop dead in your tracks instead. You can hear moaning and gasping, and your Dad’s voice cuts through the quiet.

“Shit, baby, just like that.” The sound of his voice is comforting, and you peer around the corner to see that he’s with some blonde girl. She doesn’t look that much older than you. They’re both naked. She’s on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, your father standing behind her, fistful of blonde locks lifting her head off the bed, and he’s thrusting into her. 

“Fuck Dean, feels good,” she whimpers. You turn back, wondering if you’re meant to even be seeing this. They’re having sex, that much you’ve figured out, even though it’s never looked like that in the movies. You look back at them again, being careful to stay hidden, because you’re curious to know just how different it is in real life. But why is your father having sex with her, anyway? You’ve never even met her, so he can’t be dating her or anything. And as far as you’re aware, he doesn’t want any more kids - you were hardly planned, he’s always called you a happy accident - so you’re not sure why he’s having sex with her. But as you watch, listening to the way they’re both moaning, and seeing the pleasure on their faces, you realise that they must be doing it for fun. Sex must feel good, and be for more than just making babies as you’d always been taught. 

You couldn’t help but feel jealous. He’d come home, and already he was spending his time with some other girl. Why hadn’t he come into your room and woken you up? Why hadn’t he wanted to see you instead of her? What if you weren’t enough for him? What if he’s only interested in girls that will do these kinds of things with him? You feel uncomfortable between your legs, like there’s a wetness there, and you squirm and grab at yourself through your pants to try and get comfortable, but it only makes it worse, so you pull your hand away and sigh. You take one last look at your father and his blonde friend as she spins and drops to her knees, and then she’s putting him in her mouth. And he likes it, apparently, because he’s moaning loudly and gripping her hair again and smirking down at her. 

You force yourself to look away and head back towards the door, closing it softly behind you. Your whole body feels like it’s tingling, your heart racing oh so fast. And you can’t stop thinking about what you’ve just seen. You head back towards your bedroom slowly, biting your bottom lip, deep in thought. Do you need to be one of those girls? To get him to spend time with you? Because if that’s what it takes, you’re willing to do anything. 

Next chapter >

Always and Forevers: @stoneyggirl​ / @hoewkeye​ / @dandywinchesterbras​ / @foxyjwls007​ / @writers-whirlwind​ / @kyjey​ / @spnbaby-67​ / @waywardbabie​ / @phoenixblack89​ / @miraclesoflove​ / @valisiofdauntless​ / @peaches007​ / @xoxabs88xox​ / @sam-girl1998-blog​ / @linki-locks11​ / @vulgar-library​ / @jades-bullshit​ 

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Supernatural Forevers: @moosekateer13​ / @akshi8278​ / @atc74​ / @notyourtypicalrose​ / @angelofthetrenchcoats​ / @pyroqueen-k​ / @thecreatiivecorner​ / @collette04​ / @lovealways-j​ / @noneedtoknow789​ / @socalgem1124​ / @impala1967dwinchester​ / @thoughts-and-funnies​ / @blueaura​ / @animegirlgeeky​ / @onethirstyunicorn​ / @zeppette​ / @anaelsbrunette​ / @lettersofwrittencollective​ / @beth-winchester21​ / @laxe-chester67​ / @nightsbite​ / @h0unds-of-h3ll​ / @squigglylinesdotthei​ / @an-unforgettable-place​ / @seawinggs​ / @krazykelly​ / @shelvierenablatt​ / @bobbie3939​ / @snow-white-74​ / @sharp-cheekbones-locked​ / @jaydahlynne​ / @michellemxndes​ / @tvdspngirl314​

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Absent Tags: @deans-baby-momma​ / @chriswhore / @lifeofrileyp​ / @hamildork​

[mister-girl]

Thank you @angellayercake for the tag 💕

About me 🌹💜🖤

NICKNAME: Harley

SIGN: Aries sun, Sagittarius moon, Taurus rising

HEIGHT: 5’2

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH: movies like bram stoker’s Dracula 👀

SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD: She’s my man by the scissor sisters

FOLLOWERS: 401

LUCKY NUMBER: 777

SLEEP: I want as much as I can get of it

DREAM JOB: song writer/recording artist

WEARING: Jurassic park t shirt and black shorts cos it is hot af today

FAVOURITE SONG: too many to count but a week rarely goes by where I don’t listen to Judas by Lady gaga

FAVOURITE INSTRUMENT: piano, electric guitar, saxophone and anything with strings

AESTHETIC: Johnny depp’s character from Benny & joon

FAVOURITE AUTHOR: I don’t think I have one. I’m kinda dyslexic so books don’t do much for me.

FAVOURITE COLOUR: black, purple & red

FAVOURITE ANIMAL SOUNDS: whatever that thing is when cats try to talk like humans

LAST SONG: Motion sickness by Hot chip

LAST SERIES: Leonardo

RANDOM: I can’t think of anything witty to say to here’s my favourite emoji instead 🌹

Tagging: @gholou @meowsaidmissy @mmmorpheus @mikedirnts-sideburns @chapel-of-rizztual @mescoa (only if you want to no pressure)

🐍About Me🐍

Got tagged by @n-brio, so let the fun begin~

Nickname: I've had several, but the most prominent are S_D (which I've used since I was twelve) and Snek. I like snakes. There's also the name people call me when they forget my name. Somehow it's always the same, so it must really suit me. XD

Sign:

Call Me Little Sunsign

Height: 5'5"

Last Google Search: I've been looking for a certain sausage cheese ball recipe, since I've lost the one I used last time.

Song Stuck In Your Head: Granite (Pendulum), since it's what's currently playing.

Followers: 2

Lucky Number: Killing Defiled Amygdala in only two tries was pretty lucky. That's gotta be my greatest Soulsborne moment.

Sleep:

Dream Job: I'm trying to write a story/book, so if I finished that and people enjoyed it, that'd be swell.

Wearing: Jack-o-lantern/bat/rat/ivy print leggings, socks, flip-flops house shoes, my middle school orchestra shirt, and a big, cozy jacket. And to think I just ragged on Fred for wearing flip-flops with socks.

Favorite Songs: So many. I'll pick some from a variety of styles: Legion (VNV Nation) Im Guten Im Bösen (Eisbrecher) Theremin [Club Edit] (Covenant) Respite on the Spitalfields (Ghost) Planet Hell (Nightwish) Honeythief (Halou) Das Neue Fleisch (Sielwolf) Resurrection (Christopher Young)

Favorite Instrument: Harpsichord. I love the sound.

Aesthetic: Does goth count? I've been into goth shit since, like, middle school. Otherwise, it's a hodgepodge. Feel free to peruse my Aesthetic tag.

Favorite Author: Lovecraft. I feel the burn of the torches and the sting of the pitchforks already. Honorable mention goes to my two favorite books: A Madman Dreams of Turing Machines by Janna Levin and The Hot Zone by Richard Preston.

Favorite Color: I like blues and greens a lot. And black.

Favorite Animal Sounds: My grandma has this saying: Whistling girls and crowing hens always come to no good ends. So you know what? Shout out to all the crowing hens.

Last Song: Benzin (Rammstein) just finished playing.

Last Series: I've been watching The Last of Us with someone who's super into the games. I never played them. The last shows I was really into were Resident Alien and Snowpiercer.

Random:

I don't have many people to tag, so... @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe, I tag you. Have fun~ :3 It'd be funny to tag @n-brio again and make it recursive. And anyone else who sees this, Kos has planted a tag inside your brain. Hail Mother Kos! Grant us tags!

[mnstrenrgy]

Can you write abt (if you don’t mind pls 🥺🥺) where Rory tends to flirt with the reader and Benny weir has a crush on her and he gets jealous 🥺 at the end Benny ends up getting too upset so he confesses

YESS OFC MY WONDERFUL ANON (sorry for use of y/n i just couldn’t think of anything else to replace it lmao) also sorry it’s kinda short i think whoops and the endings weird but we move

“if you know what i’m saying,” rory said raising his eyebrows up and down at yet another flirtatious comment directed to me.

i giggled as i took another bite of my food, i caught benny’s frown as he did the same.

“is he okay?” i whispered to ethan, if anyone would know benny was upset it would be him.

“he was fine this morning, probably just feels sick or something,” ethan shrugged, picking up his sandwich.

weird, i tried to figure out why benny might be upset but was quickly snapped back to the conversation as rory spoke to me again.

“y/n, baby, we should go out sometime huh? what about friday?”

“sorry, you know i watch movies with the boys on friday, but i’m free literally any other day,”

“not true, we were supposed to be playing the new zombies together wednesday!” benny interrupted, he seemed almost angry, i didn’t mean to forget we were playing together, it just slipped my mind.

the bell signifying the end of lunch rang as students started pushing their chairs away from the tables to stand up.

as i walked away from the table i felt someone grab my hand, turning my head to look at the person i saw it was benny.

“i’m sorry for acting weird today,” he said, eyes fixed to the floor.

“it’s fine but any reason why, you seemed to only be upset with me.”

“i- uh, have something to tell you?” his statement more came out as a question, as if he was asking himself.

“shoot,”

“i like you, not like like you, like like-like you, like love, not love but not not love, just love-like-”

i cut him off by pressing my lips to his, i really hope he was trying to say he liked me or i just screwed up big time.

“oh- wow, thank you?”

i giggled at his comment quickly pecking his lips before we started to walk to class together.

[uncpanda]

Blood is Thicker than Water: Part 17

AN: When it comes to the timeline, I say screw it. It’s more fun to re-arrange stuff.

Big shout out to those who helped with the Spanish in the chapter! It meant I didn’t have to use google translate. I’m very grateful for their help in the picking out phrases, terms of endearment, and their opinions. You guys rock!

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Fem!Reader

Please Let Me Know What YOU THINK!!!

Master List

Rafael watches you from the couch. You’re pressed up against the window, with a giddy smile on your face, watching the snow fall. It’s the last day of November, and he can tell you’re just waiting to pounce. Thanksgiving had been non-existent this year. Noah had ended up sick, had passed it onto Liv and Ed, who had passed it onto you, and finally you had passed it onto him. While the two of you had huddled around a humidifier you had admitted you loved Christmas, but you refused to start decorating until December first. And now you were only one sleep away from it. 

You had already planned out the entire weekend, between shopping for Christmas decorations, finding a tree, and decorating the apartment. It’s been forever since he’d last decorated his home for christmas and he was actually very excited for it. He pushes off the couch and walks up behind you. He snakes his arms in between you and the window and places a kiss on the side of your head.

“You know, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, especially if we stick to your itinerary.” 

You seem to buzz in his arms with excitement and he has to bite back a laugh as you turn and kiss him, “Oh we’ll be exhausted by the end of the day.” 

He starts walking you away from the window, “Then, mi amor, maybe we should go to bed now?” You give a giggle as he lifts you and you wrap your legs around his waist. 

You wake up super early the next morning.  You temper your excitement for the season just enough that you don’t wake Rafa up at the ass crack of dawn. Instead you move to the guest bath and start getting ready. You have your Christmas sweatshirt ready to go, and you can’t help but grin, because it’s absolutely horrible. It’s green, has a llama in a santa hat, and says fa la la llama. It’s your most favorite thing ever, because Liv has a matching one, and the two of you usually wear them while watching Christmas movies. 

When you’re done you start the coffee machine and you wait. Rafa’s alarm goes off right on time and a few minutes later your sleepy love trudges out. You don’t say anything you just offer him his coffee in a Christmas mug: It’s white with a Santa hat, and the words, “All I want for Christmas is you.” 

It takes a full mug for him to become coherent before he reads the mug, and then snorts. Then he sees your sweatshirt, and his eyes go wide, “What are you wearing?” 

“Isn’t it horrible? Liv and I have matching ones, she bought them for us years ago. We’re going to wear them to the tree lighting when we all go!” 

He just laughs and goes to get ready. He comes back in jeans and a Harvard sweatshirt. And once he’s back out you place a Santa’s hat on his head. His brow furrows, “¿Quieres que salga así a la calle? Really?” 

You give him your sweetest smile, “Please.” 

He leans in for a kiss and murmurs against your lips, “Never doubt my love for you.” 

You laugh and head out. As a whole New York seems fairly Christmas obsessed. You hit store after store since you had left most of your Christmas stuff behind when you had moved back to New York. Your first order of business is buying Christmas ornaments and lights. You find a nice assortment of pretty and funny and cliche. When you find one of the clay ones of a couple with a dog you immediately have it personalized with yours, Rafael’s, and Benny’s names. You get one for Liv, Ed and Noah as well. 

You stop at other stores along the way and pick up other christmas decorations for the apartment, too many probably, but Raf assures you that there’s space in his designated storage area. Your purchases include but are not limited to: a doormat that says “Baby it’s cold outside,” monogrammed stockings for you, Rafa, and Benny, garland, candles, lights, and some Christmas pillows. It is a struggle to get home. 

When you do, Rafa drops the unbreakables at the door and goes to collapse on the couch. The next several days are spent baking, decorating and debating the merits of a real tree vs. a fake tree. You decide to go real for your first Christmas, and Rafael begs you to have it delivered. You agree, because he’s been a very good sport considering your Christmas obsession. 

He leaves work early one day, and you spend the night stringing cranberries and popcorn while he gets the lights on. Occasionally his head peaks out from behind the tree and declares his mission ridiculous and pointless, but there’s always a smile on his face. The real fun comes when you get to put the ornaments on, and sing Christmas carols at the top of your lungs. You end the night curling up together on the couch, with a yule log on the television and soft Christmas music playing in the background. 

Your Christmas present shopping is done with your sister. You buy Rafa another coffee mug that says, “first coffee and then the justice.” You also get him some new cufflinks with his initials on them, but you still need something else, but you put it to the side and focus on the other people in your life. You get Ed some new running shoes that Liv says he won’t buy for himself, and you basically buy Noah the world since he’s the only kid in the family. 

You buy him some new outfits since he’s growing so fast, and a stuffed hippo to go along with his elephant, and you get him some new books for Ed and Liv to read to him at night. Overall, you claim your shopping trip to be a success, and you once again hide Rafa’s gifts at Liv’s apartment. 

She looks at you with an amused smirk as you hide them in Noah’s closet and ask, “What are you going to do when you two have kids?” 

You shrug, “That’s easy, I can hide those in the storage area, and swallow the key.” Your sister just laughs. 

Your shopping trip with Raf is less conventional. Due to a busy work schedule, you make yourself at home at his work office one evening and do you shopping online. You look stuff up while he’s on the phone, or writing question trees, and he gives thoughtful input. You find things for his mom, grandmother, and aunts; sweaters, scarves, throw pillows, and three picture frames. When you ask about the picture frames he tells you, “Mami and abuelita asked for a nice picture of us. I thought we could go through your memory card and find one we both liked. Mami would like one for home and one for her office at work.” 

You beam, because Raf has told you more than once how much he likes your photos. He picks up a new briefcase for Rita, and gift cards for her husband and boys. And together you pick out a few things for Eddie, his son, and Eddie’s mom. At least with this shopping trip you don’t have to lug bags all the way home. 

All Christmas presents are stuffed away in the guest room. And in the coming weeks you find out that Lucia and Catalina are just as bad about waiting for presents as Rafael is. You actually have to lock the room anytime either of them comes over; something that has been happening more and more since Rafa’s birthday. Lucia has even been trying to teach you how to cook Cuban food. Try being the key word. Rafa tries to warn her that its useless, you’re horrible in the kitchen, and you agree. But Lucia is more stubborn than her son, and she’s determined to make sure you master at least one dish. 

You find Liv’s big gift on your way home from work one day. You’re passing a spa, and you know your sister could use a day of relaxation. It’s a little pricey, but Rafa goes in on it with you, and you glomp him the minute he comes home. You end up knocking the both of you to the floor, and you end up on the couch alternating between ice and the heating pad for the rest of the night while watching Christmas movies. That’s when you find out that your boyfriend’s favorite Christmas movie is Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer, when he quietly admits that he always felt a little like Rudolph; never fitting in and never living up to his father’s expectations. 

That breaks your heart, and you’re quick to pull him into your arms. He covers your body with his, and his head rests on your chest. You comb your fingers through his hair and tell him how amazing he is and how much you love him. 

Due to a case you don’t make it to the tree lighting ceremony. And that’s okay. Instead you spend the night with Noah, and wrap some presents. You take him the next day to see the tree without any lights. The one and a half year old seems appropriately impressed. That is also when you find a cute little specialty store for men. You find a wide assortment of ties, and pocket squares, and handkerchiefs. You buy him a few sets and even let Noah pick out one for his uncle Rafa. The kid has good taste! 

The rest of the season goes by, as you make plans for Christmas day and night. Rafa’s family apparently gets together on Christmas Eve, and despite making up with part of his family the other half still holds him responsible for Alex’s fall from grace. So, he politely declines an invite from his aunt Lia. Instead he invites his mami and abuelita over for Christmas dinner, alongside Liv, Ed, and Tucker. Eddie and his family are also invited. That means you’ll have the entire morning to yourselves, and that makes you ecstatic. 

Christmas Eve is quiet. The two of you turn out all the lights in your apartment and sit in the glow of the Christmas tree, and the yule log on TV. You lean against him while he sings christmas songs in Spanish, and run your fingers up and down the chest of his sweater. His fingers do the same on your back, and eventually slip underneath and glide warmly against your skin. You drag his lips to yours, and you make love in the glow of the Christmas tree. 

Eventually, you make your way to bed, and the two of you wake up on Christmas morning wrapped around each other, and you can’t think of a better Christmas morning. 

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Oh My Stars! Vampire!Ethan Morgan X Reader

Fandom:My babysitter’s a Vampire

Requested: “ since the hoildays are coming up, fluff wouldn't hurt <3 maybe u can write vampire!ethan morgan spending time with y/n as they cuddle or just stargaze, thought it wouldn't hurt :D “

Summary: Just a cute late night trip with Vampire!Ethan

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

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Tonight was dedicated to yourself! You've decided! The past week has been so damn stressful, it was time you treated yourself to a night of slow romantic songs, snacks and your favorite movies. At least that was the plan, until you got a text from Ethan. 

"Hey, what are you up to?" 

"Hi!! Nothing much. How are you feeling, is everything alright?" 

Your last week was nothing compared to what Ethan has been going through for the past month, after he got turned into a vampire. You loved him with all your heart so every night, when he would call, you would be there for him. You sat through all his rants and crying fits and were so sweet to him all the time. He made sure you knew that too

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I am so lucky to have someone like you in my life”

“I’m always here for you, E!”

“I know, thank you”

He was having a hard time getting adjusted to his new life. He felt lost and unsure and scared and you were there for him through all of it.

"Yeah, all good. I just need some fresh air. And I would enjoy some company…

Are you free right now?" 

Maybe you could postpone your self care day for another time…. 

"Yeah, I'm free" you barely had time to get off the bed, when you heard a tap on my window. Pulling the curtains away, Ethan was levitating in front of it, smiling from ear to ear. 

"Ready?" 

"I was gonna change" 

"You look good like this" 

Looking down at your sweatpants and large T-shirt, you doubted him. But it was late at night and you were comfy so it would do. 

"Come on, I got you" Ethan held out his hand, mentioning for you to follow him out your window

"Um, I think I'd rather take the stairs" 

"No! Come on, trust me! I've been practicing my flying skills" you didn't want to question his sudden confidence and put him down, so carefully climbing out your window, you wrapped your legs around Ethan's torso and your arms around his neck, holding on as tightly as you could. 

"You good?" he giggled

"Yeah" but your face was pressed to his chest and your voice cracked. You were nervous. Slowly, he went higher and higher, until you could see the roof beneath you. Ethan tightened his grip on your waist and then, everything turned to a blur. You were flying so fast you could barely tell where you were and you wondered how Ethan managed to see anything but in a few seconds, he slowed down, carefully placing the both of you down. 

"I think I'm sick" you laughed

"I'm sorry, I’m still getting used to this…" 

"No no, it's ok. It was just fast." you giggled and you could see the worry in his eyes disappear "You did great, I guess? I'm proud of you!" Ethan turned red and buried his fists in his pockets.

Looking around, you realised you were in the park. When you were little, you used to come here a lot with Ethan and your grandma. This is where you two met Benny and became the trio that you were today. God, it had been so long. 

“Swings?’ you asked. Ethan didn’t answer, instead he bolted towards the swing set in front of him. You ran after him, laughing the entire way. The park was dark and empty, which was great! It meant you and Ethan could make a fool of yourselves and no one would be there to stare. You went on the swings and merry-go-round, taking turns pushing each other and laughing loudly. Running around the park and going down slides you were too big for, until you were too tired to even stand up. You sat on the ground, in the middle of the playground, followed by Ethan. He took a seat right next to you. In the few seconds it took to catch your breath, Ethan’s energy switched. His expression hardened and his eyes were staring out into nothingness.

"You feeling alright?" 

"Yeah, just… in my head I guess" 

Without a word, you wrapped him up in a big hug. He deserved it, he's been so strong through all of this! You could only imagine what he was going through. Slowly, he laid down on the ground, dragging you along. Even after that, he didn't let go.

"Touch starved?" you giggle in the crook of his neck. 

"Maybe…" 

You laid your head on his chest and Ethan laughed nervously, but you could tell this was calming him down a lot by the beating of his heart. Still in his arms, you turned to look at the sky, stars shining bright above you. 

"We never really appreciate stars the way we should" 

"I guess so…" Ethan replied, a little unsure

"I mean,just look at them.You can't tell me that is not the most beautiful sight in the world!" you said, pointing at the sky excitedly, but Ethan didn't reply. Looking up at him, you noticed he wasn't even paying attention to the stars, he was looking at you. The second your eyes met, however, he turned away in embarrassment. 

"They are very beautiful" he whispered. You giggled and kissed his cheek quickly. He was the cutest, he just needed some confidence. Some reassurance that if he wanted to tell you something, this was the moment to do it. 

Ethan was caught off guard by your gesture but looking into your eyes, everything became clear. He did the one thing he could think of: he kissed you. He kissed you with all the love and passion that he had been trying to supress for so long because you were his best friend but you kissed him back and his mind went blank. You pulled away slowly and gave him the brightest smile he’s ever seen on you. Silence took over and you cuddled up next to Ethan, both of you gazing up at the night sky.