#Miss Frankie Jay

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One Piece Chapter 1115 - Initial Thoughts

And we are back from another break

Another sneaky upload while I was coming home from work by TCB, plus other business has delayed me a bit, but now we can get to it

Secrets are pouring out, Joy Boy the pirate

Tell us more, Vegapunk

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release too

Back with the Yamato cover story, packing a lunch with Toko and Hiyori

And we're sticking with Wano since even they have the broadcast

They have the flag up as well, Straw Hat territory

Seems they had a Den Den Mushi in Orochi's possessions

Momo muses about Joy Boy being a pirate, having learned about him from Oden's journal

Tama's still there enjoying food too, seems like she lives in the palace now

Shinobu though hasn't 'matured' to her usual look, still looks younger

G4 Base?

Oh fucking...really? XD Demaro Black doesn't miss a hustle

Fake Kid Pirates mein godt hahahaha give it up lad

I mean why would you want to pose as someone who's worth 3 billion? You know how many would kill for 3 billion?

The navy at Egghead are also listening intently to his broadcast, as Vegapunk goes deeper into Joy Boy's past

He's only able to cover from a few Poneglyphs he's had access to (likely the ones Ohara had) but as we expected, a great war occurred; Joy Boy vs the future World Government

Dude was THIS CLOSE to the 'wait, are we the baddies?' moment

Warcury is not happy, as he still chases Luffy and the giants through fire

Mars is pissed too, using his Conqueror's Haki to destroy as many Den Den Mushi as he can find

Vegapunk continues though; of course the WG were just known as the 'Allied Powers' a coalition of 20 kingdoms against Joy Boy's faction - which in itself is a frightening display of Joy Boy's strength, even the superpowers of today could be taken down by a couple countries united, but 20? It took 20!

Alas, Vegapunk doesn't know why the nations were in conflict, just that it was a clash of ideologies, likely control vs freedom, but he chooses not to judge the morality

Zunesha is pensive, as the broadcast emits through Zou

CARROT! We missed you dearie, she's got a fancy Duke coat but she should be in Egghead with the crew ¬_¬

Still, she marvels at Vegapunk noting how Joy Boy's kingdom was advanced beyond even modern science

Oh lord, it isn't just Demaro Black we're bringing up for joke cameos, I know that laugh, I know that headpiece!

Mother Fucking Foxy XD What is that tache man?

Seems it's just him, Porche and Hamburg sailing on a little boat, bandaged up and getting the rumblies

We go back to Stussy, who is contacted by Edison as Kaku lounges in the bubble still

Edison encourages Stussy to drop the barrier, it's useless since the Gorosei could just break through

Feels like you could've called her before diving through the barrier and nearly killing yourself bud

Saturn's also using haki to destroy the Den Den Mushi

Edison puts his confidence in the Straw Hats though

Nami contacts Jinbe, still carrying Zoro - who takes umbrage with him apologizing, since he was busy dealing with Lucci

Nami notices that the blockade is moving to their escape route, encouraging they hurry in her own way

Back to Stussy, she shows relief that the Straw Hats are likely to escape, but without Vegapunk, she wonders what remains for her, she has no purpose

Something Kaku seems pensive about, perhaps even sympathetic, since he can't suggest to her the zoo

Back to V. Nusjuro and Bonney kicks at the Gorosei as he seems to cut Oimo

Not a good landing for Sanji either

Seems V. Nusjuro's not paying full attention to the fight either, trying to use his Observation Haki to sense where the broadcast snail is

Still, he breaks free and slices at Bonney, only for her to be saved by Franky

The slash cuts the figurehead of the giant's ship, better that than Bonney's head, but now she's tuckered out since Distorted Future takes up stamina

As V. Nusjuro leaves the battle and we pan to Zunesha and the Iron Giant we confirm that the void century ended with Joy Boy's defeat

It's not the biggest revelation since the WG rule the world after all, but it also puts further context into all the regrets with Joy Boy and his comrades we have read about in the past

To limit the amount of life signs on the island, V. Nusjuro takes more drastic action, cutting the entire Labophase in half

This causes the CP agents and the bubbled Seraphim to fall to the Fabriophase below

As the Gorosei let gravity try to take those who swore loyalty to them, Vegapunk makes the latest revelation

Sea travel is perilous around the world, it's common knowledge, but a millenia ago it was not; the ancient world, the civilizations that existed in the void century, it's all underwater - they built on top of the ancient world

Also I gotta point out there's some absolutely stunning visual panels in this chapter

Koushiro and the Revolutionary Army also react to the broadcast, only he, Sabo and Dragon appear pensive

Coco Village!? Gen san how you doing! And Nojiko! Still preferred the short hair but she don't care about no global warming she has tangerines to look after XD

Vegapunk continues; before there were vast continents, which'd explain why so few would go out to sea beforehand, and with all of the evidence underwater it explains how the WG can erase a century of history, but it goes deeper - figuratively and literally

Since the void century, the sea has rose 200 METERS!

That's over 600ft; the size of the United Tower, bigger than the Great pyramid of Giza, and that's all Water Level

Naturally, the listeners - the navy - are floored by this revelation, since a Warship is only 60m, but other soldiers tell them to stop listening

There's at least some sense of loyalty - or preservation of cost - for the marines to try and 'rescue' the CP agents and Seraphim from gravity-induced splatter, a la one of their world leaders

Alas Mock Town must mock, there is one among the crowd who isn't laughing though, another one seems to have ignored gravity

Sakura kingdom - mainly Dalton - reflects on the revelation, with Kureha mulling how things continue to get interesting

Oh hey, Miss Goldenweek! Passing by as the island uses a mountain to compare the height

At Water Seven (given the Galley La jacket) Vegapunk discusses how such a thing can occur, and reveals it to have been man-made

Morgans is livid about all this BIG ASS NEWS, having to be shushed by Vivi

Vegapunk continues to show his work; there were no signs, no studies, no science to confirm a natural build up, and if it was natural it would've been made known as a world-altering event

He hints at the use of the Mother Flame, confirming his suspicions

The Gorosei - except Ju Peter, wormy is not getting a lot of love from Oda atm - look furious as Vegapunk continues to note that the sea level rises were caused by the ancient weapons

Those weapons remain dormant, waiting to be used again

And as we pan over to Imu Vegapunk reveals something both horrifying and sobering at the same time: The War Is Not Over

Every island was once a mountain

But time didn't have the influence it should have, Oda has been getting biblical with this lore drop by giving us the common religious theme of The Deluge. Flood myths exist in many religious stories and mythology (which I will keep separate to not ruffle feathers), most common because of Christianity is the flood in the Book of Genesis, which we've already touched upon in One Piece given Noah's Ark. Since we tread nearer to Elbaf it's worth noting that a flood as a role in Ragnarok also;

"the sun becomes black and the earth sinks into the sea, the stars vanish, steam rises and flames touch the heavens."

Once more this was a chapter where Vegapunk's broadcast takes more priority over the things we're seeing, but there are some stunning panels to enhance the revelations, we see also the Gorosei flaunting their haki showing the level they are while the monster trio remain incapacitated or indisposed. I'm at least proud of Franky coming in for some more rescue clutch action, but with Stussy I'm less convinced now that she'll be killed by Lucci, Kaku's silence is loud and maybe, just maybe, they can all see this as a way out. The CP agents are likely not to survive the fall, the Seraphim will and probably will live to fight the Straw Hats under orders of the Gorosei or York, they will likely be used more since the Pacifista are compromised. As for the revelations, a mix of stuff we assumed being confirmed and stuff that theorists have pondered and been vindicated, it's all underwater, which explains the walls in Wano, why Zou is on Zunesha's back (sidebar, how fucking long are Zunesha's legs? like it's gotta be 200m+ submerged alone), and why Water Seven's ruins run so deep.

Still, I enjoyed all the cameos, appreciated seeing Carrot again, and a Vivi cameo is always nice, plus I had to laugh with Demaro Black and Foxy, like who's next? Kuro? Morgan? Krieg? Arlong? Enel?? We have to get to Buggy and the Cross Guild at one point ofc, plus this could be an avenue to reveal the status of Perona, Moria, Weevil, etc.

but outside of that, little progress from the Straw Hats and the incident unfolding in Egghead right now, but given the revelations Vegapunk is giving the Straw Hats time, the Gorosei aren't focusing on them, they're looking for the broadcast snail - and I don't think it's even on the island.

[pcktknife]

changing clawdeens pet from a cat to a dog was racially motivated

[bitchesuntitled]

Between Us

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: You and Frankie are dating but keeping it a secret from your daughters.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ MDNI! Go on, get! Kissing, fluff, secret relationship, time skipping, smut, oral(f and m receiving), unprotected PinV(don’t do this, make smart choices), cream pie, anything I left out let me know!

A/N: HAPPY FRANKIE FRIDAY!!! This is part 2 of Paint With Me but can be read as a stand alone! Thank you @noxturnalpascal and @beefrobeefcal for giving this a look over for me ❤️ Thank you @jay-zzle for giving this a read as well and the moodboard 😍

Masterlist||AO3 Link||Parents to Lovers

Divider by @saradika-graphics

“Fuck, right there,” you groan into Frankie’s pillow, gripping the wrist that’s holding him above you. His other arm wrapped around your shoulder, grabbing your breast while he pulls you back against his cock again, your ass meeting his hips in a steady rhythm.

“Oh fuck,” he quietly grunts into the side of your neck, feeling your walls sucking him in, “Feel so fucking good baby.”

It’s been four months since you and Frankie had that conversation in the painting class you attended with your daughters. Four months of sneaking around so that the girls don’t catch on to their parents dating each other. In front of the girls, you and Frankie are just good friends but behind closed doors, it’s a completely different story.

“Frankie,” you whimper, trying to stifle your moans, you can feel the warmth simmering in your lower belly, so close to tipping over the edge, “I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah, baby?” Frankie whispers into your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin, open-mouthed kisses placed along your shoulders as he feels your walls beginning to flutter around him. “Wanna feel you come on my cock.”

Your grip around his wrist tightens as his hand grabs your jaw to tilt your head to the side. He captures your mouth in a kiss, your tongues massaging each other. His thrusts start to get quicker and you can tell he’s getting close too.

“Fuck,” Frankie whimpers into the crook of your neck, “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“Daddy?” You hear a wobbly voice say on the other side of the door and you both freeze. “Daddy, I had a nightmare.”

“Shit,” Frankie huffs into your neck, “Okay, be right there baby!” He hollers at the door.

You both hear the door handle turning and the door creaking open.

“Missy!” Frankie panics, “Don’t. I’ll be right there. Just give me a second.”

“Why?” Missy asks, trying to peek through the crack in the door. Frankie pulls the covers up onto his shoulders higher, blocking the door's view of you under him.

“I’m naked, Missy. That’s why!”

“Ew!” Missy shouts, running back to her room.

“Dad duty,” Frankie grumbles, pulling out and searching for his boxers, “I’ll be right back.”

—

“Nora!” You shout from the front door, trying to get your shoes on, “Come on! We’re gonna be late!”

“I need socks!” She hollers.

“There’s a clean basket of clothes in the laundry room,” you shout back.

“Mom,” Nora says, approaching the living room, “Why is there boy underwear in the laundry?” She asks, holding up a pair of Frankie’s boxers from the last time he stayed the night. Shit.

“Uhmm…” you start, trying to think of a quick excuse, “My friend had an accident and asked for my help.”

“What kind of accident?” Nora asked, scrunching up her nose.

“Just an accident, Nora,” you huff, getting your jacket on, “Now get your shoes and jacket on so we can go!”

Nora dropped the subject, thankfully, putting her shoes on and both of you were out the door. On the drive to Paint with Me you kept looking in the rearview mirror, you could see the wheels turning in your daughter's head about what had happened back at the house but still, she kept quiet.

“Hey!” Frankie greeted you with a warm smile, as you walked in the door to Miss Janice’s weekly art class. “Missy’s at our usual table,” Frankie said to Nora, pointing in Missy’s direction.

“Here!” Nora said, wrestling off her jacket, chucking it at you, and running to the table where Missy was. The girls are beaming with smiles at each other, hugging as if they hadn’t just seen each other a day ago when you all met up at the park for them to play.

“We might have a problem,” you say low enough for only Frankie to hear, hanging Nora’s jacket up on a hook and sliding your own off. He cocked his head to the side with a confused look, “Nora found your boxers in our laundry,” you whisper, hanging your jacket with hers.

“Oh,” Frankie says, eyebrows shooting up his forehead. “Uhm, how- how did that go?”

“Told her that my friend had an accident and he asked me for help.”

“Accident, huh?” Frankie grinned quietly adding, “We’ve been together for six months now, you know I’m potty trained.”

You both laugh, as you make your way to the table to sit with Nora and Missy. The girls are whispering to each other as you both sit down.

“What are you two gossiping about, huh?” Frankie asks, giving Missy’s side a small squeeze. Missy lets out a giggle.

“We think she has a boyfriend!” Nora says, pointing at you.

“What? Me?!” You ask, pointing to yourself.

“Yeah,” Nora says, “Why else would you have boy underwear in the laundry?”

“Is he cute? Is he nice? Wait, Is he rich?” Missy asks quickly. You can’t help but laugh shaking your head.

“Missy,” Frankie laughs, “Leave her alone.”

“What?” Missy asks, shrugging her shoulders, “It’s just a couple of questions.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” you say, “No boyfriend for me.”

Frankie places his hand over his mouth covering that knowing smirk.

–

“I can’t wait til they get here!” Nora says, vibrating with excitement staring out the front window.

Frankie and Missy should be arriving any minute with the pizzas. Nora wanted to have a sleepover, so you figured why not have Missy over and invite Frankie to join for pizza and some movies for a little bit. He offered to pick the pizzas up on his way over.

“They’re here!” Nora shrieks, running to the front door and swinging it open causing it to smack against the wall.

“Damn it, Nora,” you grumble, watching her run to Frankie’s truck and opening the door for Missy to jump out. The girls are excitedly jabbering in the driveway while Frankie is trying to hold onto the pizzas and ushering them inside.

“Mom said we can camp in the living room tonight and fall asleep watching movies!” Nora says excitedly, “I bet you I’ll stay awake longer than you!”

“Whatever,” Missy says, “I’ll be the one up the longest!”

You and Frankie share a look both knowing that neither one will be up past 10. Frankie goes to the kitchen and sets the pizzas on the counter.

“Get the good stuff?” You hum, rubbing your hand across his lower back.

“Pepperoni and black olives?” He asks, opening the box and moving to show you, “Why yes, yes I did.”

“Gross!” The girls say in unison.

“No worries,” Frankie said, “I got a plain pepperoni and plain cheese for you two to destroy!”

“Yay!” They both yelled from the living room. You got plates down from the cupboard, getting slices of pizza set on each one.

“You guys get a movie picked out?” You ask, grabbing the plates meant for you and Frankie, while he holds the two for the girls.

“Uhmm…” Nora hesitates, looking at you while standing in the middle of the living room arranging blankets. “We got distracted by making our floor mattress.”

“Well,” Frankie says, observing the mess of blankets while setting the plates on the coffee table, “I’ll work on this and you guys pick out a movie.”

Frankie made their pallets on the floor, while the girls rummaged the shelf picking out movies to watch. Each picked out 5, playing rock paper scissors to see who got the first pick.

“Yes!” Nora shouted, raising her arms in victory, “Monsters vs. Aliens first!” 

You pop the DVD in while the girls get comfy on the makeshift beds Frankie made for them, both of them diving into their pizza slices. You plop on the other end of the couch, away from Frankie. He gives you a puzzled look as you bite into your pizza and nod your head towards the girls.

“Ahh,” he sighs out, “Gotcha.”

As the night goes on, you notice both girls yawning more frequently and Frankie inching across the couch to get closer to you. By the end of the third movie, both girls are passed out and Frankie’s arm is behind you on the back of the couch.

“Looks like they’re both asleep,” Frankie whispers in your ear. You turn to look at him with a small smile.

“Appears so,” you say, slowly standing up and quietly making your way to their pallet on the floor. You look at both girls, hearing their soft snores as you pull their blankets up to their shoulders.

Frankie stands, smiling, watching you care for his daughter. It’s been nine months of this sneaking around, meeting up when Nora’s at her dad’s and he can find a sitter, or you coming over while Missy’s asleep, making random play dates just so you have an excuse to see each other. I love yous have been shared, talks about one day all living under one roof together have happened, Frankie’s getting tired of keeping it a secret and hopes you are too. You follow him out of the living room, satisfied the girls are comfortable.

“Hey,” he whispers, grabbing your hips and pulling you against him. You can feel his half-hard member through the denim of his jeans against your thigh.

“Hey,” you whisper back, a smile gracing your lips, “Ya know, you don’t have to leave right away.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you reply, pulling away and grabbing his hand, coaxing him to your bedroom. Crossing the threshold of your room, you close the door behind you, locking it as you lightly push Frankie towards your bed, while he kicks his shoes off. The back of his legs hit against the mattress, pushing against his broad chest, he sits down, hands traveling to the nape of his neck playing with the soft strands there.

“Missed you,” you breathe against his mouth, kissing the corner of his lips, trailing your lips along the expanse of his throat. Frankie lets out a soft groan when you gently bite down, running your fingers up his scalp, giggling when you knock his hat off. His hands come to your sides, rubbing his palms against your soft skin while peeling off your shirt. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into a bruising kiss, licking into your mouth with fervor, arousal pooling in your panties.

“Missed you too,” he says, forehead pressed against yours. You start to push his shirt up, pulling it off the rest of the way, chucking it to the floor next to yours. Your fingers travel the expanse of his chest and he lets out a quiet hiss when you put more pressure on his nipples, fingers making their way over his soft belly to the trail of hair peeking out from his jeans. You’ve done this dance plenty of times; you remove his belt and undo his jeans like a pro, Frankie lifts his hips so you can slide his jeans and boxers off. His shaft slaps against his stomach while you sink to your knees, your head resting against his thigh, admiring his beautiful cock. You wrap your hand around him - your fingers unable to touch together - and give him an experimental tug, watching as a bead of pre-come escapes the flushed tip.

“Frankie,” you sigh, “You’re perfect.”

Frankie smirks, running his fingers through your hair. Your mouth engulfs his tip, tongue swirling around it as he lets out a moan.

“Fuck,” Frankie hisses, as you take more of his length into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, looking up at him. Those deep brown irises are blown black with lust as he watches you bob your head along his length, twisting your hand around the base of his cock in tandem. “Stop.”

Your head lifts off of him with a soft pop, he grins, motioning for you to stand, grabbing your ass, and pulling you towards him.

“Don’t wanna come down your throat baby,” he says, kissing along your collarbone, traveling to the tops of your breasts. He reaches behind you to undo your bra, letting the straps fall from your shoulders, and your bra slides onto the floor.

“Mmmm,” he hums, massaging your tits, pulling a nipple into his mouth and sucking sharply. You feel his wiry whiskers scrape along your skin and you let out a breathy whine.

“Frankie,” you whisper, your fingers running through his chocolate curls. He trails his lips down your rib cage, leaving goosebumps across your skin. He pushes your leggings and underwear down, fingers coming up to feel the arousal between your folds.

“So wet, hermosa,” Frankie purrs, grabbing your knee and bringing it against his thigh, shifting your body so you’re lying beneath him further up in bed. His cock rubbing against your folds as he sucks the skin of your neck into his mouth. “Wanna taste you, baby.”

You moan as Frankie makes his descent to your core, wide palms against your thighs pushing you open a little more for him, placing your legs on either side of his broad shoulders. He kisses and nips at your inner thighs, parting your lips to look at your glistening sex, and lets out a hum of approval before dipping down, flicking his tongue against your clit. You let out a shaky breath as he begins lapping at your folds like a man who hasn’t seen a meal in days, sucking your bundle of nerves into his mouth and swirling his tongue.

“F-fingers,” you manage to stutter out. Frankie begins tracing the tip of his finger against your entrance before slowly pushing in, massaging your inner walls, “Mm- more,” you whine and in response he hums, sinking a second digit along with the first.

“Oh god, Frankie,” you moan, raking your fingers through his hair, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Frankie lets out a moan as you tug on his hair, rocking your hips against his face, feeling his knuckles massaging that sweet spot. Your legs begin to shake, skin heating, walls contracting, feeling your climax approaching.

“Frankie,” you whine, dissolving into pleasure, your orgasm overtaking you.

“So fucking good,” Frankie grins, your release covering his mustache and chin. You bring his face to yours, kissing him with a carnal desire, tasting yourself on his tongue. “Messy too,” he laughs, as you wrap your legs around him.

“Fuck me,” you whine, “Frankie, please. I need you to fu-“

He pushes into you in one quick thrust, splitting you open, and you let out a loud moan. Frankie quickly covers your mouth, fearful the girls will wake up.

“Gotta be quiet, cariño,” Frankie hums with a grin etched on his face, slowly pulling out, groaning when he looks down at his cock covered in your juices. “Fuck.”

You whimper against his hand as he pushes back into your warmth, setting a languid pace. Nails digging into the muscles of his back, hearing the squelch of your pussy as he rocks into you.

“Fuck, baby,” Frankie grunts, smacking his hands against the mattress by your head, snapping his hips into you at a desperate pace. Your nails bite into his skin harder, crescent moons to be left behind as a reminder of you. “God damn it, I fucking love you.”

“I love you too,” you pant into his mouth, feeling that tingle at the bottom of your spine starting to flourish. He devours your mouth, swallowing your moans as you reach your peak once again, white-hot electricity flowing through every limb of your body. Frankie’s hips stutter as his warm release paints your walls, your name escaping his lips as he comes.

Frankie slumps against you, face in the crook of your neck attempting to catch his breath as your fingers trail along his back, tracing small patterns into his skin. He pops his head up, looking at you, brushing stray strands of hair away from your face, kissing your forehead, cheeks, chin, and lips. He moves off of you and lays at your side with a sigh, pulling you into him.

“You should probably leave,” you pout sleepily, “I don’t,” yawn, “-don’t want the girls finding you here in the morning.”

“Just a few more minutes like this,” Frankie hums, pulling you against him tighter. 

Sleep overtakes both of you before you know it.

You wake to the sounds of Nora and Missy playing in the living room. Your eyes snap open. Shit, you fell asleep. Frankie fell asleep, here. At your house, with the girls just down the hall.

“Frankie,” you hiss shoving against him, “You fell asleep here!”

Frankie wakes startled, looking around your room trying to put the pieces together in his sleep-addled brain.

“Fuck,” he groans, rubbing his eyes as you move getting dressed, “What do we do?”

“Uhh…” you say, looking around trying to think of the best possible option. Window. The fucking window. “Window.”

“Window?” Frankie asks with a puzzled expression on his face.

“Window. Climb out, pretend you just got here to pick Missy up.”

“What am I fucking sixteen?” Frankie laughs, standing up to stretch his back.

“Frankie,” you plead, “I don’t know what else to do here. This is not how they should find out.”

“Window it is,” Frankie says, getting himself dressed while you work on quietly opening the window. Frankie approaches you from behind, wrapping his arms around you.

“Even though I wasn’t supposed to stay, I’m glad we had our own slumber party,” he whispers against your temple.

“Me too,” you grin, matching the smile on his face when you turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck, planting a firm kiss against his lips. “Now shoo before we get caught.”

Frankie climbs through the window, landing softly on the ground.

“I wanna tell the girls,” Frankie says abruptly, looking up at you, hope dancing around within those Hershey orbs.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Frankie sighs out your name, “I love you and I wanna tell them. I think it’s time.”

“Okay,” you say softly, leaning your head out the window to give him one more kiss before you return to pretending he didn’t stay here the whole night, “I love you too.”

—

It’s been four weeks since Frankie snuck out of your room like a teenager trying not to get caught by your parents. You both had a long discussion about finally telling the girls about you two being together, what could change, how they’d react to the news, and every possibility you could think of. Frankie seemed confident that they would take the news just fine. Missy liked you, Nora liked him, and they were best friends. Just means they get to see each other even more, Frankie had said with a laugh.

You pulled up to the local Cherry Berry, one of the girls’ favorite places. No holds bar on toppings, Frankie told them both to go wild. You find a somewhat secluded table for this discussion, in case the worst happens. The girls come over with their massive piles of ice cream and toppings sitting next to each other like always. Frankie takes the seat beside you, digging into his ice cream as soon as he sits down. The girls begin chattering away about stuff that’s been happening at school, their teachers, wondering what the next thing they’ll paint in class is when Frankie clears his throat.

“So,” he begins, twiddling his spoon, “We wanted to talk to you guys about something.”

The girls look between the two of you, waiting for one of you to say something.

“We’ve been dating,” you explain looking at each of them, “Each other,” you add, motioning between yourself and Frankie.

“Yeah,” Frankie adds, “We just wanted to be honest with you and let you know. We don’t want to keep it a secret anymore.”

Nora and Missy look at each other and then back at you and Frankie. Nora starts to giggle and Missy soon joins her. Both of them are laughing like hyenas. You and Frankie share a look before glancing towards the girls again.

“We know,” Nora says once her giggles die down. Missy nodded her head at Nora’s words.

“What?” You and Frankie ask in unison, flabbergasted they would have caught on. You’ve both been so careful with how you are around each other.

“Yep,” Nora nods, “Remember the sleepover where Frankie came to pick Missy up and didn’t have his hat?”

You nod, processing the words your daughter is saying.

“I found his hat,” she says, holding in her laughter, “Under your bed.”

“Oh,” you say, stunned, looking towards Frankie who shrugs his shoulders.

“And I’ve seen that shirt in my dad’s room,” Missy says pointing at your chest, “And his room smells a lot better now too, kinda like vanilla, like you!” she exclaims.

You stifle your laugh, shaking your head.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Frankie mutters, “Got ourselves Starsky and Hutch over here.” 

[sanarsi]

Library

This is a collection of my favorite works that I would love to have on my shelf. Ongoing updates. Please support the creators because they deserve it. If you like any work — leave a comment and reblog. Believe me, they notice it :)

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Javier Peña

Just Friends by @pedrospatch

You’re planning to have sex for the first time and you’re nervous—Javi offers to show you a thing or two, but just as friends of course.

gonna make you sweat by @mypoisonedvine

he's your dad's best friend, he's a narc, he's the guy you've been calling 'tio' most of your life… so he's not the guy you want to run into when you're out partying a little too hard.

javi having an only fans by @gothcsz

You can be my daddy by @thesummerpetrichor

Father in law!Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader

Your soon to be husband leaves you at the alter, but you should have guessed since the practice seemed to run in the family. It’s hard to be upset however, when his father comes to repent for not only his own but son’s wrong doings. Aka fiancé’s dad Javi fucking you in your wedding dress after his son ditches you at the altar.

javi when he's arresting you by @gothcsz

Jack Daniels

Playing pretend by @bluebeary-jay

a simple mission turns out to be quite a challenge when you find out that you're partnered with Jack Daniels. oh, and that you have to pretend to be in love with each other. easy? not at all.

Frankie Morales

The First Time by @fettuccin-e

Size kink

Tag-Teaming by @fettuccin-e

Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Reader x Santiago "Pope" Garcia

Kinktober Day 5: Threesome

acts of service by @tonysopranosrobe

an unexpected admission leads frankie to make you an offer you can't refuse. this surely won't come with any consequences. OR you've never had your pussy ate and your best friend frankie helps you out.

The Real Deal by @strang3lov3

Frankie uses his tongue to demonstrate why he’s less than impressed with your rose toy.

As Long As I Want by @fettuccin-e

Din Djarin

Fifteen Minutes by @whocaresstillthelouvre

Din Djarin x Cam Girl Reader AU

Being a cam girl isn't as exciting as people think it is, that is until a mystery of a deep voiced man asks you what makes a woman feel good.

spent by @pedropeach

you're a prostitute and din pays you for your services.

Just This Once by @fettuccin-e

Kinktober Day 18: Squirting + Dacryphilia

Marcus Moreno

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Dieter Bravo

your favorite kryptonite by @kedsandtubesocks

Comic Bookstore Owner!Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

you think it should be illegal for someone this hot to work at your favorite comics & fandom shop

Joel Miller

is it that sweet? by @pedropeach

you probably shouldn't let some random middle aged man on the beach take nude photos of you, right? right?

the body of christ by @studioghibelli

running from a past life full of alcohol, drugs, and sex, joel miller sought repentance through the priesthood. all was going fine and dandy, until one fateful day, you found yourself in his church.

‘my girl now. by @psychedelic-ink

joel is used to asshole clients, and when one of them calls him an old man and basically demands him to finish his girlfriend's kitchen in time, he expects you to be the same. But you're the opposite. when he learns how you've been treated, he comes up with a plan to get back at your boyfriend.

BITING DOWN by @psychedelic-ink

body piercer!joel miller x f!reader

you finally go and get your nipples pierced.

What you're missing by @toxicanonymity

dark!Joel x f!Reader

noncon somnophilia

the devil you do. by @studioghibelli

they say the devil has a tongue of silver. on the night he visits you for the first time, you learn that he really does.

Rotten by @alltheirdamn Part I Part II Part III

cowboy!joel x f!reader

Sharing land with Joel Miller has always been infuriating, but when your bad attitude finally gets his attention…things get messy.

run by @pedrospatch

Raider!Joel Miller x Female Reader

When you’re given the chance to run from your captor, you don’t take it.

Something Bad by @fettuccin-e

Kinktober Day 20: Corruption

sea spray & seashells & sandcastles by @ace-turned-confused

dbf!joel miller x f!reader

a relaxing weekend break by the sea is just what you need, but spending it under the same roof as joel miller might not be the kind of relaxing you had in mind

flesh for fantasy by @syd-djarin

Joel puts on a pair of pretty panties for you.

every man gets his wish by @joelsmochi

joel discovers his next door neighbor makes porn in her spare time. once she's confronted, she finds out that he has an interest in helping create content ;)

You wanted this (series) by @alwaysmicado

Joel and you have a fun dynamic going. You provoke him, he punishes you - you both get off. When you meet him after you’ve fucked someone else, he decides to show you who you belong to. It’s all fun and games, right?

SWEET CHERRY by @aurorawritestoescape

Joel takes your virginity. Gently, slowly, talking you through it.

Safety First by @strang3lov3

While camping, Joel insists on thoroughly checking you for ticks. Safety first, after all.

Caught In The Act by @mermaidgirl30

Thinking you’re home alone, you decide to unwind in bed, but the last thing you expect is to have Joel Miller, the man you’re renting a room from, find you naked in bed.

Marcus Acacius

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Lucien Flores

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Reed Richards

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Other Characters

be my baby by @cavillscurls

logan howlett x f!reader

logan fucks you in your sundress.

good luck, babe! by @studioghibelli

abby anderson x reader

your boyfriend has been cheating on you. when you confront the woman he’s been seeing, she offers you a proposition.

Nightcall by @alwaysmicado

Marc Spector x f!reader

Marc is a bad habit you can’t shake.

Perfect Fit (series) by @ivystoryweaver

Nathan Bateman from Ex Machina x f!reader

You are Nathan's employee and are staying at his secluded home for experimental android purposes. Shenanigans ensue. Like - two Nathans shenanigans.

The Empty Room by @reallyrallyauthor

Nathan Bateman

Nathan uses his genius to give you a gift

[encasedinobsidian]

Frankie Morales│570-some words│explicit, 18+

a drabble gift for @jay-zzle 🤍 tags: angst, smut, no spoilers so tags left out here prompt: let it be a love from the past, but let them be stuck on the idea of what it was, and let the emotions/yearning they “buried” for years come to surface in the most erotic way possible. I've been in the mood to write some drabbles as an early birthday celebration. If you are an avid reader of mine and would like your own 500ish word drabble, feel free to send me a DM to discuss :)

“When's your flight?”

Frankie pants while I ask him the question, looking between my eyes, pausing midway up my ribs with the fabric of my shirt bunched in his hands. He swallows tightly and blinks, three times in a single flutter of his lashes, looking into my right eye, and then my left, before his hands begin to move again. 

He responds when the black silk is stretched across the top of my chest, exposing my tits to the damp air between us, with his lips around one nipple, mumbling as he says, “Three thirty.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

There’s sweat on his temples, curling his hair even more. His hat lays discarded on the countertop next to me, under my pants, but my panties are still on, yanked to the side and soaked with our arousal. And our longing too, if I’m honest. With the way I’ve missed him, and he’s missed me too, and the way we thought we’d managed to avoid each other this time. 

He moves in and out of me like it hasn’t been years since the last time, and he hasn’t forgotten how to touch me. It sits ingrained in his fingers like the feel of his skin sits etched into mine, moving my hands, scratching my nails along his scalp, parting his curls, holding his face to the side of my neck where I feel his tongue. 

“Will you come back for me?” I ask him. 

He’s quiet when he pulls me closer, urging my legs to wrap around his waist, above the edge of his open pants. His hands fit around my hips the way I fit around him, meant for the tight grip neither of us can control, or hold back, or suppress in any meaningful way at all. 

Frankie sighs while he pushes his forehead into my chest and looks down at how he glides out of me, watching the glistening wet of his shaft pull out and then push back in, slowly, savoring what little we have now, what we have to reduce it to, kicking and screaming while the concept of us disintegrates into nothing and we become other people, in another world, as if our shared past doesn’t sink its claws into us every time he’s in town and I can feel it in my bones when he leaves the plane. 

His breaths are heavy, and another person bangs on the door, shouting something garbled on the other side of the hinged lock that keeps us tucked away and out of sight, out of mind, alone in the only way we can ever be anymore. 

“I have a family, come on,” he breathes, then swallows, and tucks his face into the side of my neck again while he pushes his cock as deep into me as my body will allow him, fitting the contours of his nose up under my jaw, so I can feel his breath on my skin again. 

“But—” 

I feel him shaking his head before he straightens up, and my head rolls back on my neck when I look up at him, at how the warm glow of the lamp would blind me if not for his height shielding me, and the mess of his hair, tousled by my fingers as if it was five years ago in his apartment. 

“It didn't work out the first time, sweetheart, or even the second,” he says. “Why would it work out now?” 

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Milestones [a Jay and Frankie fic]

Read on Ao3

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Family life, Frankie is a soft girl!dad, allusions to sex and breeding kink at the end.

Words: 1,306

Summary: It's Alma's first day of school, and Frankie's emotional about his little baby that got so big.

A/N: @rambling-in-purple asked for "Anything to do with baby/kid milestones. First steps, first tooth falling out, starting school... Frankie being all emotional and Jay being '"'yep they grow that's what they do'", so here goes. I hope you like it!

"Come on, crew, let's move like we got a purpose!" Jay pokes her head into Alma's room while passing on her way to the bathroom with Bianca.

"Almost done," Frankie frowns, tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration while he finishes Alma's French braids. He's more nimble with his fingers, and has spent a lot more time in Youtube braiding school, so he's usually in charge of fixing Alma's hair. Today is a special day, and her hair needs to be perfect.

"Don't wanna be late for first day of school," Jay reminds them both, already further down the hall. Bianca needs a quick wash before getting dressed, and then it's off to daycare with her before Frankie and Jay are to leave their firstborn at school.

Frankie is the nostalgic one of the two, but Jay can't help but reminisce about the first few years with Alma. She was always headstrong, independent, and fearless, and starting her education doesn't seem to phaze her at all. Helping Bianca, who's now two and a half, get dressed, Jay still doesn't miss the days of trying to get Alma dressed in time for daycare. Alma's first full sentence was a defiant "Alma can self!" that her parents always tried to respect, but sometimes there just was no time for her slow and meticulous procedures. Bianca is less concerned with being helped. Then again, Alma was always a grinder, trying and trying until she got the hang of things. Bianca barely seems interested in trying, until she one day surprises everyone by just doing it, as if she knew all along how to but didn't care to share it.

Returning downstairs with Bianca, Jay finds Frankie handing Alma her backpack. When he turns to her, she can see that he's close to bursting into tears. She shoots him a grin that's equal parts taunting and comforting, and he smiles back.

"I'm good," he tells her.

"Until we say goodbye to her," Jay adds knowingly. Frankie chuckles, and grabs the car keys.

"Probably. But honestly, where did the time disappear? How is she so old already?"

Jay looks around for Bianca's daycare bag, before seeing that Frankie's already put it by the door.

"Time works like that," she tells him before shooing her family out the door. "Okay, I think we got everything, let's go, crew."

She was right all along. When they watch Alma skip happily into the school building, Frankie sniffles and has to wipe at his eyes.

"Please," Jay sighs, but she takes Frankie's hand in hers as they walk back to the car. "You did this when we put away the stroller. You did this when she lost her first tooth. You'll do it when she loses her last baby tooth, and when she graduates elementary school, when she gets her license, gets into college, moves to college - "

"Oh god, I can't even think about that!" Frankie shakes his head. "Why can't they stay small forever?"

"Kids grow, that's kind of their thing," Jay shrugs. They get into the car, Frankie in the driver's seat. Jay sends him a teasing look.

"Can I trust you to drive...?"

"I'll do my best," he replies with some dignity, and starts the car. Jay puts her hand on his thigh and squeezes it gently.

"I know, baby." Her voice is low, and he knows it's not him bucking up that she understands. He places his hand on hers, long, thick fingers folding around hers.

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Alma's first school day goes great, and when her family picks her up, she's more than willing to go back the next day. The afternoon is sunny, so the girls play outside while Jay and Frankie pull up weeds. Alma gets to decide dinner and picks bbq skewers, so Frankie fires up the grill, and Jay picks vegetables in the garden while the chicken thaws in the kitchen. After dinner, they help Alma with her first homework assignment: colouring a pre-printed stock picture that describes her summer. The teacher had presented class with various different pictures, and Alma had picked one with flowers, because she had spent most of her summer in the garden, playing but also learning how to grow vegetables. She draws some tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers next to the flowers, while Jay helps her prep for what she wants to say about her choice of picture.

The kids go down easily enough that night, and a few hours later, Jay and Frankie go to bed. Jay's almost asleep when there's a deep, wet sigh from Frankie. She blinks, orients herself, then frowns.

"Come on, stop bawling, man."

"I can't help it," he sniffles. "Our baby is all grown up."

"I'm warning you, Francisco..."

He rolls over, facing her, and collects her in his arms. "I need a hug."

She sighs theatrically and pats his back.

"There, there, there..."

Frankie chuckles despite himself.

"I'm serious!"

"Fine."

She embraces him, helps him settle against her, and buries her fingers in his thick hair, graying charmingly since a couple of years back. He sighs again, relaxing against her, and a small smile appears on Jay's lips. It doesn't matter that she thinks he's overly sentimental at times; she wouldn't change him for the world.

"You know that this is what parenting is about, right?" she reminds him in a murmur.

"Yeah. I just feel like we moved in here last month, and now it's been two years, and she started school, and soon we'll be sending off Bianca to school..."

"They'll be home for years to come."

"I know. I just feel like I missed so much time with them when they were younger, and when I was away."

She knows what away means: the month he slept on Benny's couch. It's been over two years, but his betrayal to his family still haunts him.

"I know, baby." She strokes his hair, pulls him closer to her. "But you're here now, we're both here, and we're lucky enough to not have to work for a living right now. doesn't that count for something?"

"It does." He draws a deep breath and sighs it out. "And I'm so proud of her. She'll do great."

"They both will," Jay agrees. Frankie lifts his head, and finds her lips in the dark. There's a hint of salt in his kiss, but it's quickly forgotten when he rolls on top of her.

"Let's make another." His voice is warm and low against Jay's neck.

"Another what?"

"Duh. Another baby." He kisses her neck, slowly, elaborately. Distracted, Jay passes her fingers through his hair.

"Are you serious?"

"Only half."

"Francisco."

He stops his ministrations and faces her. In the dark, she can't see his eyes, but she knows he's looking right at her.

"You seriously want another baby?" she asks in a low voice.

"You know I want a dozen kids with you," he tells her, "but we're both over forty, and those two are a handful as they are."

"But you said..."

"I know what I said. Jay, if you want another baby, I'm game. But I'm happy with the family I have."

He cups her cheek, seeks her lips for a kiss.

"I love you." A new kiss. "I love our girls." Another. "I love being a dad."

A familiar, exciting pull has replaces the tiredness in Jay's limbs, and she puts her arms around Frankie's waist.

"I love you too, Frankie. Let's just stick with the two we have, okay? Although I do miss the sex we had when I was pregnant."

He grins against her lips, his knee pushing in between her thighs.

"Now see, that we can do something about, there's always pretend, isn't there..."

A shiver runs up Jay's spine. "Then hurry up and put a baby in me, daddy..."

[itspdameronthings]

Never Letting You Go Ch10

Summary: Okay! Here it is!! Another filled chapter. Promise there will be some romance in the next chapter. Maybe do a mini one. In this chapter deals with Will meeting Jay Milles. Also deals with Santi's emotional state. Not giving too much away. Benny tries to help.

Warning: mentions emotional breakdowns. if this bothers you? skim pass that part.

 hearing his cousin’s voice after all of these years hurt his soul. His buddy was always Willthere when he needed advice on things. Taught him how to be the older brother. When Jay left to pursue his Olympic dream,and going to jail for the reason Will forgot about. Now he is on the phone. Went outside to chat so the others can't hear,” Now you call you no go for nothing scumbag! Hiddin from the world doesn't fucking help! I should know! Been there and done that! Benny needed ya! Not to mentionLittle Bit Remember her?! Fragile girl ya promised to look after Benny and I when we were in the Army?!” Jay tried to get a word in but it was no use! Till he yells,” I fucking get it?! Shit! Was in a bad place?! Was messed up after picking up that crazy hitchhiker ! Thought.. I loved her man! Reason for the call. I'm aware of the crazy mother situation. Wanna help okay? Maybe.. I can ya know stay with Benny and Little Bit so you can do what you were planning! Let me try to make things right? Ready to come out of hiding.” 

Hiding? Is that what Jay calls it? More like running. Will can't really blame him. Seen this behavior in Santi many many times. Reason why he took the FBI job. Thought he wasn't a good man for you. Finally he realized that you are his rock. Reason for living. Benny too. Which he never admitted to. Started to have feelings for him soon after the three of you got together. Took a breath,” Where are you? I can come over to pick ya up.” Taking a deep breath,” I'm at the diner across the street from your gym. “ 

Will comes back inside. Sees his brother on the couch. Sees Santi and Frankie is out of ear shot whispers,” Going into town for abit. Won't be long. “ Benny nods from his seat. Not before looking upstairs thinking about you. Hope you are resting. Little does your family know. You are about to sneak out. Opening the balcony door very quickly,and quietly. Walking slowly down the stairs only to see Will looking at you,” Where do you think you are going? If you are runnin away..” Taking a deep breath while fixing a messy ponytail while walking towards the truck,” Need to be with my big brother right now. Is that too much to ask? Go out like we used to. “ Reach out to pull your delicate frame into his strong arms. True he missed those times where the two of you went out . Talking about what's going on with them. Kisses top of your head,” Sure why not. Have to tell ya reason for goin into town.” 

“ Shittin me?! Jay ?! After how many fuckin years! Why now! “ Tightened the grip on the steering wheel while driving down the gravel road,” Wants to help okay? He knows what happened at home. Just give him a chance okay?” This isn't sitting well for you. His name has no bearing to you. Hurt when he left. No good bye nada. Never knew the real reason why he left after the Olympics. Knew he and his father had a falling out,but why ? Can't wait to hear his explanation.

Benny goes upstairs to see the bed empty. Okay, look in the bathroom. Followed by the rest of the house. Fear gripping him . Fearing that something has happened. Run downstairs to see the others. Panicking,” She's gone ! Can't find her! “ Santi tried to call the young man down just enough to hope he could get through to him,” We know she won't go far. Bet she is either with Sam ,or Will. Even at the pier throwing rocks in the lake. “ Frankie goes over to the side to text Will to see where you were. Few seconds later Will texted back. Wasn't Will was you. Saying that you are with him. Not to worry. 

“ She's with Ironhead. Not to worry. I'm gonna go to pick up the wifey and baby girl. I'll be back soon. “ Benny walks over to his friend hugging him,” Thanks man for helpin. I know Rose might not understand why ya don this dangerous thang.” Frankie smiles,” oh she will. Have to protect the ones we care about. As for your brother coming with me? Think that might be a possibility. “ 

Both of you arrived at the diner. In the window see Jay . After all of these years. Still looks and dresses the same. Jeans gray tee to match his mood. Will takes your hand to deliver some strength,” Would be okay hon. Try to hear him out kay? Besides, I'll order ya your favorite comfort food. “ First time today a smile brighten your face,* Love that big brother. Maybe… can you order something for the boys? Ya know? Peace offering? Especially… my Santi. Shouldn't have yelled at him like that. I… know he wants to protect me.” Taking a deep breath Will looks at you nods,” Think that would be a good idea Little Bit. Be just a moment, okay?” 

Jay looks to his left. Sees Will. Cousin who hasn't changed all too much. Even though he is more muscular. You on the other hand have changed so much. Not that awkward teen that wore black all the time. Looking like a beautiful woman, Benny is so lucky . Noticed you looking at him. Look at both sad,and anger. Goes over to both of you,” Look good Little Bit. Good to see you.” Look in your eyes caused you to yell loud enough for him to hear,” You have no right to call me that! Only ones I care about can!   That promise was broken! Will says I have to give ya benefit of a doubt. Be with your family.” Hearing this made Will smile. Cleared his throat,” She's right cuz. Now… tell us what happened at home “  Leading two of you to the table. Not missing a beat sitting across from both of you,” All I can say the crazy mama reminded me of that chick that wrecked me.” 

Santi is alone with his thoughts. Thinking about you. His precious baby girl. Hate to see that look of sadness in those eyes. Ones that could calm his very soul. Followed by your soft touches. Leaning against the porch railing watching the wind blowing the trees,but he doesn't know that Benny is watching from afar. Thinking about the same thing. Stands next to him. Cleared his throat,” She needs us more than ever ya know. Her mental health is so fragile. Can't see her break down again. Broke my heart when it happened last time. “ Santi looks at Benny ,”  Exactly what happened. She never opened up to me. Was it during a trauma?” Time for him to find out the truth. Truth about the one before that. One that still haunts him to this day,” Wasn't long after you joined the FBI btw I know why taking that job. Thought you weren't good enough for her. Never said anything. Her mom managed to find her when she was an intern. She was in the ER with heart problems. Baby girl lost it. Which Sam had to call me. Gemma in her state managed to lay in on her. That's when I arrived at her aid.  Poor baby girl was shaking like a leaf.after that moment brought her to the farm to help her .  Took her a few days to calm down. “ Santi started to understand. Heart tried not to break. Was surprised when Benny held him in his arms. Rubbing his back,” Let it out daddy. I'm right here. We will get through this together. “ Santi melts into his embrace. At that moment he didn't want to let go of the younger Miller. For the longest time he withheld his true feelings for him. Thought it was a phase. Would pass. Until three of you got married. Those feelings came back with a vengeance. Were moments he would spill his guts,but lost his nerve. Not gonna chicken out now. Softly sobbed on Benny,’s chest,” Wanna tell you something that I should have told you a long time ago. I love you. Not like a brother,but.. more like how our baby does. It finally hit me when you were in the hospital after your last fight. Wanted to be with you so bad! Even on our wedding night. Even when you had a nightmare when she and Will went off on an adventure together. Wanted to comfort you like she does.” Benny held him tighter. Those words filled his heart with joy. Took him long enough to tell him. Kisses his head,” took ya long enough to tell me. Was waitin to see how long you would tell me. I'm glad ya did. Don't want ya to be afraid to talk to me,and kitten. We are a family member? “ 

You and Will arrive home. Jay slowly gets out of his truck. Look around the property. Nestled two modern looking  farmhouses. Sam comes running towards her husband,” Glad your home my captain. Oh! See we have a guest?” Takes her hand in his large one,” Yeah, my cousin Jay. He will be staying with us While I go to help Fish. “ Jay comes over, you whisper,” I will keep my promise this time. Need ya to believe me.” Slowly walking away with a bag of food,” Hope you do. Now excuse me. Have to get home to my boys.” 

Walking up towards the porch,  see  a beautiful site. Your boys sharing a beautiful moment. Didn't want to interrupt till Benny sees you. Reches his hand out,” Glad your home kitten. See you brought food! Let's go inside “ Santi pulls you close to him kissing your forehead,” Sorry I upset you before. Old habits you know. See now I have to stay. Help you heal not like before. “ Hugging him tighter,” Glad to hear that daddy. Glad both of you finally shared a tender moment. Yes I saw both of you kiss just now. Wouldn't want to miss both of you share more than a kiss “

Tag list: @rhoorl,@laurfilijames @romanarose @musings-of-a-rose

[wrestler-smash-or-pass]

Weekly Wrapup 1/28/24

This Week's Rankings:

Hiroshi Tanahashi - 87.7% smash

Jamie Hayter - 82.8% smash

Shotzi Blackheart - 77.6% smash

Ruby Soho - 69.8% smash

Kip Sabian - 67.3% smash

Mark Davis - 57.5% smash

Shingo Takagi - 57.1% smash

Clark Connors - 54.8% smash

Austin Gunn - 51.7% smash

Nikkita Lyons - 48.2% smash

Frankie Kazarian - 42.2% smash

Shelton Benjamin - 42.2% smash

The Miz - 35.4% smash

Juice Robinson - 31.5% smash

More stats under the cut, along with my observations, commentary, and some of my favorite tags...

Most total votes this week (most enthusiasm)

Hiroshi Tanahashi - 373 votes

Austin Gunn - 325 votes

Mark Davis - 322 votes

The Miz - 294 votes

Kip Sabian - 278 votes

And least total votes this week (least enthusiasm)

Shelton Benjamin - 180 votes

Shingo Takagi - 205 votes

Frankie Kazarian - 211 votes

Nikkita Lyons - 220 votes

Ruby Soho and Jamie Hayter - 232 votes

The closest poll was Austin Gunn, who won 168-157

Top Ten Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Athena - 90.2% smash

Hikaru Shida - 89.7% smash

Minoru Suzuki (Young Variant) - 88.7% smash

Swerve Strickland - 88.3% smash

Hiroshi Tanahashi - 87.7% smash

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Bianca Belair - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Jon Moxley (AEW Era) - 84.8% smash

Bottom Ten Overall

Vince McMahon - 3.9% smash

Kane (Corporate variant) - 10.1% smash

Miracle Violence Connection - 11.8% smash

Triple H (Terra Ryzing variant) - 18.6% smash

Charlie Dempsey - 22.1% smash

The Boogeyman - 22.6% smash

Brock Lesnar - 23.2% smash

Marty Scurll - 23.8% smash

Ranjin Singh - 24.7% smash

Ink Inc. - 25.0% smash

Top Women Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Athena - 90.2% smash

Hikaru Shida - 89.7% smash

Bianca Belair - 86.4% smash

Rhea Ripley - 84.2% smash

Bottom Women Overall

Carmella - 47.8% smash

Nikkita Lyons - 48.2% smash

Julia Hart (Cheerleader Variant) - 49.8% smash

Sherri Martel - 63.1% smash

Aubrey Edwards - 66.1% smash

Top Men Overall

Minoru Suzuki (Young Variant) - 88.7% smash

Swerve Strickland - 88.3% smash

Hiroshi Tanahashi - 87.7% smash

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Top Tag Teams

The Golden Lovers - 80.4% smash

Best Friends - 66.7% smash

Motor City Machine Guns - 65.5% smash

Young Bucks - 43.8% smash

Ink Inc. - 25% smash

Average Smash Rating

Week 1: 52.7% Week 2: 57.7% Week 3: 54.4% Week 4: 62.9% Week 5: 58.4% Week 6: 55.9% Week 7: 59.6% Week 8: 56.7% Week 9: 53.3% Week 10: 57.6%

First things first: I had a poll queued for Ashley Massaro, and it was posted today. I apologize to everyone who felt it was disrespectful to her memory. Thank you to the people who let me know what happened to her during her time at WWE so I could delete the poll and avoid causing further distress. I can't promise tasteless stuff like this won't happen in the future (I am human and make mistakes), but I do promise to better research on wrestlers who get polls. In general, the policy of "any human adult" isn't going to change, but I will try to avoid poorly timed polls, and I will apply content warning tags to some wrestlers when appropriate.

Onto some happier news: Austin has been voted the more smashable Gunn brother, 51.7% to Colten's 42.9%. Also, we now have polls for all of Bullet Club Gold! Their rankings are:

Jay White - 65.4% smash

Austin Gunn - 51.7% smash

Colten Gunn - 42.9% smash

Juice Robinson - 31.5% smash

Hiroshi Tanahashi became the No. 3 ranked man and received the 10th most votes in the overall rankings, while Jamie Hayter just missed knocking Rhea Ripley off the women's rankings.

The average poll gets 259 votes. For polls that get 300 or more votes, the average smash rating is 71% (leaving out one major outlier), so it is so fucking funny to me when someone gets tons of votes only to get somewhere around 50% for their result. It happened to Mark Davis and Austin Gunn this week. Just...the extreme lust and extreme disgust is hilarious.

And now for some of my favorite tags and comments

@arthausen on Juice Robinson: #pass. that’s Toni’s purse dog and I respect Toni too much to be a homewrecker#also he looks like animal from the muppets I don’t think I could finish bc I’d be too busy thinking about animal from the muppets

@howlinghunters on Juice Robinson: #I want to smash him and make him scream like the old Honeycomb mascot but at the same time I want to smash him over the head with a bat

@booboo-eyedbambi on Mark Davis: #kyle u ran off with don callis so im fucking your wife

@regalityandcoffee on Frankie Kazarian: #smash. ill deal with the consequences and existenal crisis afterwards

@beefyandbloody on Hiroshi Tanahashi: #i want him to be my housewife who handomely burns the eggs and plays air guitar on the fluffy duster

@theringleader on Austin Gunn: #this dweebus can NOT get it bc this is a Stacey's mom situation for me

[kitkatt0430]

here's an unpopular opinion: Flash s3 isn't a good season. It tried to be, and it had some cool ideas, but it overcomplicated those ideas too much and missed some cool opportunities

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

There's definitely a lot about S3 I like, but I agree it's not a good season. (I'd take it over S7 or S8 though.)

Flashpoint is a really big deal in the comics, but they only gave it one episode before unraveling the changes. Cisco being upset with Barry over his brother's death was actually pretty interesting plot wise, but having him forgive Barry and then un-forgive Barry was a bad choice just to add extra (unnecessary) drama to the crossover event. Alchemy was an interesting villain from the comics to go with, but then he turned out not to really exist it was just Julian being possessed by Savitar. Savitar was an interesting villain in the comics too, but it wasn't really Savitar we got. It was The Future Flash, which is an evil version of Barry. And, sure, having Barry literally be his own worst enemy was fun - really gave Grant a chance to play with his portrayal of this alternate Barry - but it was like the show runners couldn't make up their mind who the villain was supposed to be and thought a mashup of all three would work out. Somehow.

Really it just kind of felt like they kept yanking masks off a Scooby-Doo villain until they finally reached Barry with a scarred up face.

HR was adorable, but he definitely suffered in his reception by the audience because most everyone either really liked Harry or didn't want another Wells around. (Or they wanted Eobard back, careful what you wish for...) Julian was either the coworker from hell or the awkward atoner and there wasn't much in-between; his one-sided crush on Caitlin didn't help things. He was capable of being sweet and kind and a good friend, though, it's just he didn't really have a clearly defined purpose once he joined Team Flash so once he stopped being Alchemy during his blackouts... he was just kind of there.

The season had ableism left, right, and center. Savitar!Barry's scarred face. Caitlin's not-really-MPD with Frost. Julian's MPD-no-wait-actually-he's-possessed syndrome. More MPD with Frankie. Because of course all the alternate personalities are violent. Though, admittedly, ablism is a recurring problem with practically every season of this show...

Cisco developing his powers was lovely to see, if harsher in hindsight seeing him grow to accept those powers knowing he'll choose to get rid of them in S5. But having him crush on Cynthia when she worked for the ethical nightmare association was... questionable decision making, for all that I did enjoy Cynthia while she was on the show.

The handling of Barry and Iris' relationship was not great either. They did a dating to engaged to not engaged to engaged again speedrun that didn't give them time to breathe as a couple. I think a lot of people were looking forward to seeing those two actually, finally dating and instead there was this rush to get them married.

Wally's training felt like he was being built up to take on the mantle of the Flash, since Jesse was building her own reputation as Quick. That when the season ended and the Speed Force sent Barry to jail without passing go or collecting two hundred dollars, Barry didn't specifically tell Wally he was the Flash now... it was like they built up to this big payoff and then never actually had the payoff. (Will forever be bitter that Wally never got to be the Flash. Always a Kid, never a Flash. Ugh. Let him grow up.)

Jesse's arc was... questionable. She and Wally couldn't be bothered to stay in touch while she was on E2 during the summer break between seasons, yet she was going to move Earths for him? And then she goes to E3 to take over while Jay is gone and... does double duty on E2 I guess? It just felt a lot like her arc was about other people and not herself. So even though I'm not thrilled about the treatment of her relationship with her dad in S4, at least there she has come into her own as a hero and team lead - her story in the barely visible background is about herself.

And Iris being Barry's prize to be won has probably never been quite so obvious. Evil Barry can't have her so Good Barry can't either. Though I do love the look into Iris fears as she deals with knowing there's a high chance she'll die young and worrying that she won't have left any real legacy behind. She's overshadowed to some degree by the Killer Frost arc, which is frustrating but a side effect of packing too much into one season - physical transformation is always gonna be flashier than quieter emotional arcs.

I also appreciate Iris not wanting to be engaged for the wrong reasons, even if it did feel rather like the show was just building up artificial drama for the second crossover with Supergirl and an even more dramatically romantic second proposal. (Let a girl want her fiance to have proposed because he loves her, not because he's afraid of losing her. There is an important distinction there, I'm so glad Iris was allowed to make that point.)

There are probably a lot more points I could make about S3 being a hot mess, but I think I've hit everything that really stands out the most to me. (So much there already.)

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1112 - Initial Thoughts

3 Long Long Weeks

But finally we have returned, One Piece is back and the chaos resumes!

I'm glad Oda of course got to rest, but these weeks have been rough without it, so I'm eager to jump back into Egghead.

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release too!

We continue with the Yamato-quest cover story, apparently he's asked Kin'emon for a favour and has compensated for it with payment

As the Mark IIIs get taken down, V. Nusjuro criticizes Vegapunk's decision to give Bonney 'the power to destroy nations'

Of course blind to the fact that they literally have been robbing a child of their parent and been trying to kill her, but yes poor you and your clone army will listen to their child over you

The Navy are still trying to target the Giants' ships, as we get back to the Vice Admirals confronting Bonney and Franky

Fuck yeah Franky! Bellamied that Vice Admiral Nine-Chins!

Bonney de-ages and kicks away the Shell Vice Admiral as well with ease

The transmission is still ongoing, Vegapunk has a sensitive mouth, given the tongue, so he's waiting for the coffee to cool

York leads Mars to the room where it was recorded, and Mars immediately went for the laser!

York continues to explain, stating that destroying the building is futile

We get another layout of Punk Records, sounds like it's an explosion hazard, gas cylinders that could blow Punk Records sky high

Mars suggests that York use their collective mind to figure out where Vegapunk hid the broadcaster, though York mentions something about 'sins' which Mars seems to pick up on

He also senses something in Punk Records, some decent observation haki

York details what the snail looks like and Mars flies off

In the control center, Stussy is alive and so is Kaku albeit still bubbled

I feel like it bodes poorly for her, with Lucci still moving and all, but Kaku asks whether she just got abandoned

Seems Stussy has a mission still to do, one she volunteered to stay behind for

Interesting though that Kaku didn't know it was Mars, given how Lucci did

Edison explains that Stussy is staying behind to lower the barrier

Also Robin panels! She's still in a med bed but this time she has dialogue!

The group still have concerns though how they'll get out without Vega Force 01, even though Edison says the odds are impossible

Usopp has a Coup de Burst set, but we're waiting on Zoro and Jinbe, it may come down to improvisation

Edison seems to respect that though, despite the odds and the facts he admires tenacity

And with that inspiration he leaps from the Labosphere, with a plan to get them to safety - as well as tanking the laser damage

Godspeed little fella, sorry for hoping you were a fraud at the beginning because of your namesake

Back with Luffy and their escape has been halted by Shai Halud

Ju Peter is using suction to try and bring them back in so Luffy stuffs a building in his mouth

But that's it again for Gear Fifth as he goes saggy, fortunately the Giants have food called Hákarl

Fermented Shark Meat, but it'll do, it was said to be reserve rations

Warcury's on the charge next, but is hit by a Red Roc

Luffy's hand aches from the impact though, so Warcury is very durable or has the Rough Skin ability like a Garchomp

Oh no...Saturn has climbed to the Labosphere with Nami, Robin, Brook, Lilith and Usopp

And V. Nusjuro has blocked the path ominously between Bonney, Atlas and Franky

Mars finds a transponder snail with a minute of time remaining too, it all looks dire

It looks dire, but something tells me there's a switch coming.

Saturn will likely be confronted by the returning Zoro and Jinbe, though I'd like to see Usopp, Nami and Brook put up a fight. V. Nusjuro will likely be a Sanji opponent methinks, though he's built to be a Zoro opponent I think the alternation makes sense there. Either way due to immortality the Straw Hats can't win, there has to be a secondary clutch action in order to trigger an escape, the Iron Giant is one thing probably on the ground level but perhaps whatever Edison plans is a second?

It was good to see Robin and Stussy again, and the latter actually doing something even though I'm 90% certain Lucci's gonna jump her at the worst moment. I still hope for a Kaku face turn again but we'll see, him being moved likely means the other CP agents and Seraphim could've been moved too, spared from the wreckage. Also proud that Franky one-shotted a vice admiral because yes, that should be how a Yonko crewmember would deal with it!

As for the transponder, I don't think that's where Punk put it, it's a feint, an inconspicuous decoy that will undercut the Gorosei's believed victory in the moment, pride comes before the fall after all and the narcissism on these dicks is outstanding.

Interestingly I don't know any other lingering factors that can come in clutch, unless the Grand Fleet are gonna pop out; Doll and Bluegrass are still circling the island so something will likely happen there, the Seraphim are at the mercy of the chain of command, so it's getting to the make or break part of the arc before the grand escape.

[something-tofightfor]

I just have to say something.

That anon can fuck off.

You are an amazing author! The thought and care you put into your fics is just 🤌🤌. For me your Joel is top level. Your love of his character shines through constantly. You understand him so well. I always look forward to reading your Joel.

And don’t get me started on your Jay. Or your Din. Or your Jack.

The plots that you create and the characters you breathe to life are awesome. I wish I could write like you. Smut is great! I love it. However, it doesn’t automatically make a fic great. I would much rather read a well crafted, character driven story then just smut for smut sake. I mean…there is only so many times I can read about Frankie being the pussy eating king. Give me a character study. Give me something of substance. This is what makes you a great author. Your stories are crafted with care and talent. I can’t thank you enough for sharing your talent with us. ❤️

Anon- I apologize for taking so long to answer this. Please know that I read and re-read this multiple times and cannot thank you enough for saying so many nice things.

I know that I've written less Joel than usual lately (and I kind of explained why in a previous post) - but I definitely, 100% miss him. I want to keep writing for JTGTBG, and I plan on having something out for him this month...but out of all the characters I write for, the (lack of) reception to my version of him hurts the most because I do love the character so much and have for such a long time.

But it's people like you that encourage me to keep writing for him, because I know there are people out there looking for a Joel that goes against what has become the norm for him in this fandom, and I appreciate you letting me know so much.

Jay - coming soon. you'll be getting a new tattoo in the next chapter, so that's fun.

Jack - I'm going to wrap up Buried in the near future, and then hard pivot to On Deck Jack; hopefully by the time baseball season starts next year, I'll have the whole main story ready to go.

And Din ... Magnetic is due. As much as I love that story, at this point, it's just hanging over my head and while I want to finish it, I don't want to do the thing I hate and rush through it just to get something out. I haven't forgotten about them.

It's so refreshing to see that you enjoy the plots, too - everyone loves a good smut, but in my opinion, there has to be a reason for it to happen, even if it's a one night stand or just a standalone smut fic.

There needs to be a little backstory to make it more than just two characters falling into bed together. (I applaud the people that can turn out quality stories that are literally smut without plot- sometimes I wish I could do that because it would make my life much easier).

You are an angel, and I truly hope you understand what coming into a person's inbox with a message like this can and does mean. thank you, anon.

[bitchesuntitled]

Paint with Me

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: You have a crush on the dad of your daughter’s best friend.

Warnings: Sexual innuendos and cursing

A/N: @beefrobeefcal issued a prompt and I jumped at the chance. She also helped beta this along with @strang3lov3. As always, I gotta tag @jay-zzle, who once again was kind enough to make a moodboard for this little story of mine, is my main cheerleader and listens to me rant all the time about stories I’ve read and my own 🥰

Masterlist||AO3 Link||Parents to Lovers

“Hello and welcome to those who are new to the class! Go ahead and find a spare seat” The woman at the front, Miss Janice said, “This is a very basic painting class and please parents. Let your kids get messy! Art isn’t clean!”

All the kids cheered and you sighed thinking about the stains you will now have to be washing out from Nora’s clothes. Your ex had decided the white sundress was the perfect outfit for her today. Dropping her off here with no time to go home you just had to cross your fingers hoping that Miss Janice had a spare smock for her.

“Mommy!” Nora said, grabbing your hand and tugging you along to a table, “I see Missy!”

Nora dragged you along to the table where Missy and her father sat. This had become a weekly thing, coming to the paint with me class and sitting with Missy and Frankie.

“Hi Nora!” Missy squealed, “Daddy was starting to worry you guys weren’t coming.”

“Missy,” Frankie hissed, looking at her while you could see his cheeks starting to gain a warmer shade.

“No, Mommy was mad at my dad because of my dress.”

“Nora!” You said, looking at her wide eyed.

“Your dress is very pretty, Nora.” Frankie said, letting out a low chuckle.

“Thank you! Mommy always wants to look pretty for these classes so I wanted to try too!”

You could feel your face getting warm. It wasn’t like you intentionally did it or anything but you couldn’t deny having formed a crush on Frankie within the past few weeks of attending this class. If you wanted to spruce up your looks a little, so what? You just didn’t think your kid would take notice of it. Oh god, has it been obvious? Has Frankie noticed?

“Nora, do you need a smock?” Miss Janice asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“No, I—“

“Yes, she does!” You say, giving Miss Janice a pleading look. Miss Janice smiled and handed one to you to help Nora put it on.

“No one will be able to see my dress!” Nora said, furrowing her brows and crossing her arms across her chest.

“Aw, come on now,” Frankie said, “You don’t want to ruin your pretty dress!”

“Fine,” Nora said, rolling her eyes.

You smiled at him and mouthed a thank you while putting the smock on her. He winked at you with a slight nod of his head. Miss Janice began to show everyone how to paint a rose. Frankie had his brows furrowed, focusing on his paper instead of watching the board like everyone else.

“Daddy!” Missy scolded, “You’re supposed to be painting a rose!”

“Don’t feel like painting a rose.” Frankie stated lowering his voice, “Flowers are boring.”

“Then what are you painting instead?” Nora asked curiously, leaning over to look at his paper.

“It’s a surprise!” Frankie said, hovering his hands over his paper to keep anyone from trying to peek. “Can you hand me that yellowy color?” He asked, nodding his head towards the tube in front of you. Careful of your rose painting you reached for the tube and handed it over.

“Ever heard of goldenrod?” Frankie asked, reading the tube and looking at Missy.

“Been years since I had one of those,” You think out loud. Frankie whipped his head to look at you. “Oh my god!” You say slapping your hand over your mouth.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

Frankie eyes you suspiciously while continuing to talk to Missy and Nora. You and your big fucking mouth. Sure, it’s been a while since you got laid but you are in a painting class with your kid, her friend, and her friend’s incredibly attractive dad. Kids being the main focal point. Thankfully they were too into their paintings to hear what you said. You zero in on your own painting of a rose. Gliding the paint brush over and over until you feel like the petal is to your liking.

—

“Alright everyone, time is up for the day!” Miss Janice announces, “We need to start cleaning up. Parents please grab the paint brushes and water cups, kiddos grab the paintings and clip them to the board so we can all see them!”

Nora starts cackling along with Missy looking at Frankie’s painting. Frankie furrows his brows while you both begin gathering up the paint brushes plopping them into the water cup.

“What the heck is that?!” Nora asked, holding her stomach from laughing so hard. You decide to take a look at what was so funny. You’re not sure what it’s supposed to be. It just looks like a yellow peanut with what you think might be wings and some McDonald’s Golden Arches in the background.

“It’s a bird,” Frankie says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh,” You say, nodding your head subtly, “That’s what it’s supposed to be?”

“It looks like a peanut!” Missy said

“It does!” Nora shouted, beginning to laugh even more.

“Yeah, yeah. Go hang the paintings up you goofs” Frankie said, shooing them away.

“Least you tried,” You smile, with a small shrug.

“I guess. Missy’s right though, it does look like a peanut,” He grinned, walking with you over to the now free sink to help clean brushes.

“Hey, you said it— not me,” You laughed.

You dumped the water into the sink, while Frankie grabbed the soap, squirting some in his and your hands. Making small conversation about Nora and Missy, your weeks ahead of you, what you plan to do for the rest of your weekend.

“So,” Frankie started, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “Haven’t had a golden rod in a long time?”

“Oh my god,” You groaned, “Listen, I’m so sorry about that. I swear, I didn't even mean to say it out loud.”

“Nah, it’s all good. I could probably help with–” Frankie said, then began to panic, “I mean, like, if you wanted to go do something sometime, or not that’s cool too, not like I’m saying we should have sex or something cause that’s not cool. I’m sorry it was just a stup–”

“Frankie,” You giggle, grabbing his hand to make him stop. He looked up at you bashfully.

“It’s been a while since I’ve tried asking someone out,” He admitted. “My friends keep giving me shit because I keep talking about you and they said I should try asking you out, but I’ve been too nervous to and wow, I just won’t shut the fuck up. What is wrong with me?!”

“I’d love to,” You say before he can start speaking again.

“Really?” He asked, raising his eyebrows, “Go out? With me? Like a date?”

“Duh,” You said, squeezing his hand and winking, “Is there a golden rod included?”

“Haven’t had any complaints before,” Frankie said with a shrug, blushing.

[piperslovebot]

Can i ask for maybe jeia remembering their first kiss? or maybe cuddling time? idk whatever is good🥹 ty in advance (i'm trying my best to make my english understandably lol sorry if something is not understood)

Awwww I love this! And dw ur english is fine!

(Takes place post s1 (will happen in TAOTG fic soon))

Leia exhaled, hesitating to knock on his door. She came with her family to Point Place High School to see Betsy do her dance routine. The way she danced so gracefully amazed her. It was also great seeing Jay again. She missed him so much and couldn’t get him out of her head. Nate was sweet and kind despite not being the brightest person, but her heart never beat rapidly with him like with Jay.

Jay was so confident and kind. She remembered the first time she laid eyes on him as a kid. They were three years old and her parents came to see his. Jay's cheekbones were so cute and she loved the sparkle in his eye. Even after all these years, she'd still think of him. Before Leia could knock on the door, Jay opened it. He looked surprised to see her. Maybe it was because he didn't want her to see him without hair or eyebrows.

Jay grabbed a blonde wig, putting it on him immediately. He grinned, "Hey girl." Betsy nodded slowly, “Real smooth Jay.” She replied sarcastically. Jay stammered, “S-Shut up Betsy!” Betsy sighed, “Well, I’ll leave you two alone.” She got off his bed and kissed his cheek on the way out. Leia looked down for a moment. “Can I come in?” Jay nodded. He moved aside to let her come in. Leia walked in and Jay closed the door behind them.

“How are you? I saw the confrontation with you and Nate.” Leia was shocked when she saw him cut ties off with Nate, given how close they were for the past twelve years. Their friendship didn’t even end when Nate almost kissed her and Jay slept with Nikki. “Not great, but I glad it happened.” Leia furrowed a brow, “But he’s your best friend.” Jay sighed, “Not lately. I mean, before he found out about Gwen and Nikki, all he’d talk about is Nikki and how to ‘win’ her back. Even though he almost cheated on her and kept pushing her away.”

“Yeah, Gwen told me he barfed on Frankie the Blankie on purpose as ‘revenge’.” Leia chuckled. “You should’ve seen how pissed he was after he found out. Nate wasn’t even like this when he found out I slept with Nikki. He even thanked me for ‘keeping her warm’ for him.” Leia raised her eyebrows. To think I was confused over him at one point. Jay sighed, “I think that since Gwen and Nikki are actually serious, that made him more upset.” Leia nodded, “Yeah.” They both looked into each other’s eyes and then went in for a kiss. Jay was cradling her face while Leia’s arms were around his neck. She pushed him down and continued to kiss him.

Leia broke off the kiss and smiled at him, making Jay smiled back. She stroked his head, “You know you’re actually pretty hot without hair.” Jay chuckled and went to kissing her, going on top of her. Leia put her arms around his neck while Jay kept his on her waist. Oblivious to what was happening, Betsy opened the door. The pair immediately separated and Betsy put her hand over her eyes. “I was coming to say that mom was asking what you wanted for dinner.”

“I’ll take the veggie stir fry.” Jay gulped. Betsy nodded awkwardly, “Alright. I’ll…let her know.” She paused for a moment. “I’m gonna…head out now.” Betsy closed the door and headed downstairs. Jay and Leia chuckled, “I did not expect that.”

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for April 21, 2021; #260.

Warren G feat. Nate Dogg: “Regulate”

Snoop Dogg: “What’s Your Name”

King Just: "No Flow On The Rodeo”

Grand Puba feat. Mary J. Blige: “Check It Out”

Rodney O & Joe Cooley: “You Don’t Hear Me Go”

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth: “Take You There”

Tim Dog: “Step To Me”

Gang Starr: “Just To Get A Rep”

Boss: “Deeper”

Frankie Cutlass: “Puerto Rico”

Lady Of Rage: “Afro Puffs”

3rd Bass: “Steppin’ To The A.M.”

MC Lyte: “Ruff Neck”

Mobb Deep: “Survival Of The Fittest”

Domino: “Sweet Potato Pie”

TLC: “Ain’t 2 Proud To Beg”

EPMD: “I’m Mad”

LL Cool J: “Going Back To Cali”

Chi-Ali: “Roadrunner”

Grand Puba: “360 Degrees (What Goes Around)” (SD50 RMX)

Jay-Z feat. Foxy Brown: “Ain’t No N*gg*’”

Naughty By Nature: “Everything’s Gonna Be Alright (Ghetto Bastard)”

Nine: “Any Emcee”

Organized Konfusion feat. OC & Q-Tip: “Let’s Organize”

Poor Righteous Teachers: “Rock Dis’ Funky Joint”

Beatnuts, The feat. Greg Nice: “No Escapin’ This”

Tha Alkaholiks: “Make Room”

Biz Markie: “Young Girl Bluez”

Smif & Wessun: “Onetime”

Tone Loc: “Wild Thing”

Lost Boyz: “Get Up” (RMX)

Big Daddy Kane: “The Lover In You” (Mr. Cee RMX)

Digital Underground: “No Nose Job”

Young MC: “Bust A Move”

Geto Boys: “Six Feet Deep”

Supernatural: “Buddah Blessed It”

Half-A-Mil: “Any Day Can Be Ya’ Last”

Yo-Yo: “Black Pearl”

Patra feat. Yo-Yo: “Romantic Call”

Kris Kross: “I Missed The Bus”

Salt N’ Pepa: “Shoop”

Bone Thugs N’ Harmony: “1st Of Tha’ Month”

Ed OG & Da Bulldogs: “Life Of A Kid In The Ghetto”

Arrested Development: “Revolution” (X ver.)

Bonus Omega; golden-era hip-hop and rap.

[ontariocoldcasesthepodcast]

Ontario Cold Cases - The Podcast: Missing Person - Dana Zelic

Hello, I’m Jay Nicoll from Nicoll Investigations and this is an Ontario Cold Cases - The Podcast - Missing Persons Special on Dana Zelic of Hamilton, Ontario dating back to 1999.

Dana Zelic was born November 12, 1972 in Hamilton, Ontario, where she grew up with one younger brother.

She attended Delta Secondary School on Main Street West, and was described as a “so-so” student who enjoyed drama class.

After graduation, she took several years off to travel. For a while, she lived with a boyfriend. When the relationship ended, she moved into her mother’s apartment in Hamilton’s east end.

At 26 years old, Dana had enrolled in a tourism course at a vocational school downtown and planned to get a place of her own.

On the evening of August 30, 1999, Dana was asleep at the apartment. Her mother saw her at 2:30 a.m. By morning, she had vanished.

She left behind her identification, money, clothing, medication and other personal belongings.

Initially, her mother assumed she had stepped out and would return. Dana never came home. She was never seen or heard from by anyone in her family again.

Dana was reported missing soon after she disappeared.

Several weeks later, Dana’s mother saw a photo of her in the Hamilton Spectator, at a Take Back the Night march.

The photo was taken on September 17, 1999 – after Dana was reported missing. According to one source, Dana looked “frail” in the photo.

One year later, in August of 2000, Dana called a male friend in Hamilton, who did not know she was missing. Dana said she was living in Mississauga, about 48 km away. No details about this call have been released. It’s unknown where Dana was, or who she was with, when she placed the call.

The last reported sighting of Dana was in 2002. One of her friends called police to report they had seen her at the Chapters bookstore in Hamilton. However, the Chapters in Hamilton - on Upper Wentworth - had closed in January of 2000.

The only Chapters in the area at the time was located in Ancaster, on Golf Links Road. It’s possible the friend spotted Dana at this location. However, there is no available public information to substantiate these sightings.

Where is Dana Zelic?

It’s been over 20 years since anyone has reported seeing or hearing from Dana Zelic.

Dana is described as 5'6", 100 lbs, with brown eyes & dark brown hair. She has a birth mark on the left side of her throat, is known to wear baggy clothing and has connections to the GTA and Brooklyn, New York. She also uses the names "Frankie," "Alex," and "Donna."

If Dana left with nothing, she must have had help. The circumstances of her disappearance are unknown, and her case is being investigated by the Hamilton Police Service Victims of Crime Unit.

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[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

About Today [a Jay and Frankie fic]

Read on Ao3

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: ANGST. Mention of drug use.

Words: 931

Summary: Frankie is sleepless on Benny's couch and misses Jay.

A/N: This was written solely because About Today by The National is about Jay and Frankie and that's that.

Today

You were far away.

Benny's couch is uncomfortable, but Frankie could be in a Duxiana bed and still not find rest. He stares through the darkness at the ceiling, eyes following the occasional headlights that hit it when cars pass. He hears Benny snore in the bedroom and envies his ability to sleep.

Not that Frankie deserves to sleep. He doesn't deserve anything, except every bit of discomfort and agony that he is currently in.

He turns onto his side, grimacing at a strain in his back. He misses his own bed, the one he shares with Jay. Misses Jay so badly it hurts. Misses Alma, and the unborn baby in Jay's belly. Misses them all so much that he can barely breathe.

He's been on Benny's couch for two weeks now, and it doesn't get any easier. In his darker moments he thinks that it would be easier if he hadn't stopped using cocaine. If he were still using, he could escape all this. But he doesn't want to use, doesn't need it, never wanted it in the first place.

All he wants in his family back.

He looks at the dark shape of his phone on the table next to the couch. Reaching for it, he unlocks it to check for new messages. There are, of course, none. The sound is turned on, so he'd hear immediately if someone - Jay - tries to reach him. He flicks through old messages, reading Jay's name over and over. He looks at the lists of last incoming and outgoing calls. Incoming: Jay. Outgoing: Benny, then Jay. Last missed call: Jay. It's always Jay.

It's always been Jay. And he did this to her, to him, to them. To Alma and Bianca, his unborn second daughter.

Tonight

You just close your eyes

And I just watch you

Slip away

His thumb hovers over the Dial symbol next to Jay's name. But he obviously can’t call her now, it's in the middle of the night, she needs her sleep, she's pregnant and she's taking care of energetic little Alma, she needs all the rest he can get.

But he so desperately wants to hear her voice. Can practically hear her now, her drowsy voice when she picks up, says his name, wants to know what's up.

Which she wouldn't. She doesn't want to talk to him, he knows that. He has to give her space, has to work on himself, stay clean, take care of Alma the days he can have her, and wait.

He sits up, swings his legs over the edge of the couch. Leans his elbows to his knees, phone in both hands as he opens the photo album. Picture after picture of Alma smiling at the camera, or that pouty frown she sports when she's unhappy about something, the one that's so hard not to laugh at because it looks so out of place on her sweet face, yet you know that it's with all the seriousness a small four-year-old can muster, and you can't laugh at that...

He smiles sadly as he looks at that one perfect photo he managed to take of Jay, standing in the kitchen in soft morning light. She's wearing pj pants, and her t-shirt is straining against the baby bump. She has one hand on the bump and one line between her eyebrows, that typical Jay line that makes her look slightly skeptical. He loves that look, loves how she's always ready to speak her mind, even if it makes things uncomfortable. This is a great snapshot of her, one he hasn't even showed her because she'd just shake her head and say that it looks too much like those pregnancy photos that so many women insist on having, and Jay isn't about that at all. Frankie can allow her that, never insisted on a pregnancy shoot because it's not Jay, she wouldn't be comfortable in a setting like that. She has no need for retrospect, doesn't care about looking at photos of herself with a baby bump. She's always in the now, or looking ahead, never back.

Frankie stares at the photo until the screen goes dark. He sighs deeply, unlocks the phone again, and swallows hard when he sees her again.

How the fuck could he fuck this up?

Leaving the photo album, he opens the inbox again, thumb hovering over "Write a new message".

He just wants to know how she is. He just wants to know about today. What did she do? What did she and Alma have for dinner? What book did they read at bedtime? How is the baby? Is she still living la vida loca inside Jay's womb, only calming down at the sound of Frankie's voice? Is it hard to manage without him?

His palms are sweaty, his mouth is dry, his heart is beating so fast he can hear it. If he only fucking could talk with her. He wants  - needs - to know where they stand. Is he about to lose her? Did he fuck up so badly that she can't see a way past it? The thought is unbearable.

He puts away the phone, hides his face in his hands. His body shakes with each quiet sob. Not a sound escapes from him; he can't wake Benny.

Eventually, he lies back down on the couch, closes his eyes, and tries to sleep.

Hey, are you awake?

Yeah, I'm right here

Well can I ask you

About today?

How close am I

To losing you?

How close am I

To losing?