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perotovar · 10 months

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into the beat of the night (ch 3) "self control"

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pairing: frankie morales/enby!oc!river price (they/them) rating: 18+ (minors dni) chapter warnings: fingering, one (1) handjob, discussions of sexuality/gender (in an... interesting way), goth stereotypes abound, swearing, more cute shit word count: 3k dividers by @saradika beta: @scenaaario (ily adrienne ♥)

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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“What’s their name again?”

“River. I already told you, Benjamin,” Frankie chuckled, taking a drink from his beer.

“Right, sorry. I’ve just never met a non… what was it again?”

Frankie, Benny, Will, and Santiago were at their usual bar that night. It was in a different part of town than The Night Owl, with a completely different vibe, but it was cozy. The four of them had become regulars and knew the staff by name.

“Non-binary person,” Will said, shoving Benny on the shoulder. “Are you listening at all?”

Benny shot his brother a look and stuck his tongue out, because apparently Benny was still five. “Of course I’m listening! Non-bi-nar-y,” he sounded it out, tapping his finger on the table with each syllable. “What does, uh… What does that like, mean, Fish?”

Frankie furrowed his brows and took another drink. “I haven’t actually asked yet. All they told me is that they’re like… both, and neither, at the same time.” He hummed thoughtfully. “I was a little distracted after that and didn’t get to ask.”

Santiago grinned, slapping Frankie on the shoulder. “Good for you, Fish.”

Frankie rolled his eyes, but smiled, thinking about the kiss he shared with River the other night. They kept texting, and he’d even asked River out on a real date, which brought the guys to the bar. It had been a year or so since his last date and he needed advice on where to take someone like River. He wasn’t as familiar with the goth subculture and thought maybe his brothers would have experience. At the very least Ben, who’d been with a few different kinds of people.

“I did look it up that night after I got home, but I’m still a little confused,” Frankie shrugged.

“Just ask them, man,” Will offered. “They seemed cool with your first question.”

Frankie nodded, a look of determination crossing his features. “You’re right. It couldn’t hurt, right?”

Frankie was sweating. Marisol was with her mom this week, so he hadn’t had to worry about having that conversation yet. He was planning on telling River about her tonight. He checked his hair in the mirror again before he left, deciding to go without his hat tonight, but worried all his nerves would deflate the work he put into it. He sighed as he messed around with the unruly curls again. This is why he stuck to hats. Frankie’s phone vibrated on the bathroom counter, startling him.

ok im ready, eddie 😉

River still thought it was hilarious that Frankie had worn an Iron Maiden t-shirt to a goth club, claiming that it fit his “old man aesthetic”, whatever that meant. This led to River referring to Frankie as “Eddie”, after the band’s skeleton mascot.

Yeah yeah i’m coming

Frankie saw the typing dots appear and disappear a couple times before disappearing completely. He sighed to himself and checked his hair one last time before leaving his apartment.

When he got to the neighborhood of the address River had given him, he checked his phone again, making sure he was in the right place. He slowly crept up the hill towards the last line of apartments and immediately his heart started pounding. Frankie really liked River. He didn’t want to fuck this up, and hoped him being a dad wouldn’t ruin that. Or his big dumb mouth.

River was standing at the bottom of the staircase of the apartment complex and waved, a huge grin on their face. Frankie stopped the truck and leaned over to open the passenger side door for them to climb inside. The scent of bergamot, clove, and sandalwood filled his nostrils again as the truck door shut. Frankie calmed down, and smiled, leaning over to give River a kiss on the cheek. “You look amazing,” he breathed, taking in River’s outfit; they had a collarless shirt buttoned up all the way, tucked into plaid pants, and nice dress shoes. All black, of course. They wore no lipstick today, their makeup was simple, and their hair was perfectly straight. It looked like they’d freshly shaved the right side of their head as well. River’s look was so new for Frankie, he couldn’t help being captivated by them every time he saw them.

“Thank you,” River smiled, heart skipping a beat. “Where are we off to?” They rested their ring-clad hand over Frankie’s larger one in between the two of them on the seat. “When you said it was a surprise, I admit I got a little nervous.”

Frankie placed his hand on the back of the truck seat and looked behind them as he backed up to leave the apartment complex. River’s eyes were glued to Frankie’s neck and subtly licked their lips at the sight of the thick muscles and veins. Their eyes moved up to Frankie’s side profile and they swooned.

“How come? Don’t trust me?” Frankie smirked, making eye contact before his eyes moved to the road, and started heading toward their destination.

River shrugged, even though they knew he couldn’t see them. “Maybe. Maybe not,” they smirked. The red light of the clock on the console caught River’s eye; 7:30pm.

“Well, that’s a shame. I had a nice dinner planned and everything,” Frankie showed them an exaggerated pout, a twinkle in his eye.

“Oh, well, in that case.”

The restaurant Frankie picked might’ve been a little more… casual, then he remembered. The last time he was here was with Jackson. He shook off the memory. He was here with River now. The place was actually more like a diner, with vintage photos of women in pinup-style outfits and poses.

Frankie reached for River’s hand and laced their fingers together as he found them a table, letting River sit first.

“Such a gentleman,” River teased, squeezing his hand before getting comfy in the booth.

“I try,” Frankie smiled bashfully as he joined them on the opposite side. The light shining down onto the table lit River beautifully. He noticed that River’s button-up was actually a dark green, with subtle velvet roses all over.

They ordered their food and made easy conversation. River talked about their job as an architect. They were working on designing a building that was be built in the next couple of years in the city. Frankie found it fascinating but couldn’t focus on the words, too distracted by their calming voice and watching their mannerisms. River talked with their hands a lot whenever they got excited about something, and Frankie thought it was adorable.

“Sorry, I know I’m rambling now,” River shook their head, cutting themself off. Frankie frowned,mouth full of french fries.

“Please, continue, I don’t mind listening.”

So River did. They talked about anything and everything. Frankie interjected here and there, but was more than content to listen to River talk. When there was a lull in the conversation, Frankie’s palms started to get sweaty. Their plates were empty now, but River still had half of their milkshake left.

It was now or never. Frankie took a deep breath.

“So… I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” he started. River raised an eyebrow and rested their chin on the palm of their hand, listening. Frankie cleared his throat before continuing. “Um, so I know this is a dealbreaker for some people, so I won’t be offended if you want to stop things after tonight. B-But I would like to stay friends if that’s the case.” He rubbed his sweaty hands on his thighs. “I’ve got a daughter.”

River was quiet for a second before a small smile appeared on their face. “I’m actually not surprised. How old is she?”

“You’re not?”

“Of course not. You’re an incredibly handsome man of a certain age–”

“Hey.”

“And any woman would be stupid not to make an honest man outta you,” River winked.

Frankie blinked a couple times before chuckling softly. River continued to surprise him. “Well, her mother isn’t in the picture, at least not with me. Marisol, my daughter, sees her half the time, and stays with me the other half of the time,” he explained, crossing his arms comfortably over the table. “Oh, and she’s four.”

“Aww, can I see a picture of her?”

Frankie’s heart fluttered as pulled his phone out, opening the album of photos devoted just to his little girl. He slid his phone over to River and they started scrolling through the photos with a smile on their face.

“She’s adorable, Frankie,” River hummed, returning his phone back to him. “I can tell you think the world of her. I won’t lie, I’m not really… uh, a kid kind of person. I always just planned on being the cool cousin and not a parent,” they muttered, resting their chin on their palm again.

Frankie nodded in understanding. “I totally get that. I just figured it wouldn’t be fair to you, or to Marisol, to keep her a secret, y’know?”

“Absolutely, and I appreciate you telling me,” River nodded back. “But I like you. A lot. And I’m willing to give this a shot with you. So I don’t think Marisol is a dealbreaker.”

Frankie’s heart soared at River’s words. “I really like you, too,” he grinned like an idiot, cheeks warm. “C’mon, we still have another part to this date.” He stood up and held his hand out for River to take.

After paying, the two found themselves back in Frankie’s truck heading down the highway. It was starting to get darker and the roads were clearing. They pulled up to a drive-in, but there weren’t any other cars.

“What is this, Grease?” River teased. “A diner and then a drive-in movie?”

Frankie snorted and reached out his window to pay for their tickets before finding somewhere to park. “I happen to like drive-in movies and diners, thank you very much.”

“That’s because you’re old–”

“I’m only a few years older than you,” Frankie deadpanned.

“Details.”

About a third of the way into the original Halloween, Frankie put his arm around River’s shoulders and pulled them close. River happily cuddled into Frankie’s side, loving the warmth and softness they found there.

Halfway through, River’s eyes started wandering elsewhere. They looked down at the crotch of Frankie’s jeans, and wondered what lay beyond the tight denim. They looked up at Frankie’s face and kissed the little patch in his beard that refused to grow hair. Frankie looked down at them, deep brown eyes looking over River’s features. He went from their dark-rimmed eyes, to their collarbone, and back to their plush lips, his heart pounding. He didn’t need any further convincing and started kissing River deeply, holding the side of their face.

River hummed into Frankie’s mouth and slowly crawled into Frankie’s lap. They grinned as Frankie huffed a breath against their lips, holding River’s hips in his large hands. River kissed the corner of Frankie’s mouth before moving down to the side of his neck and sucked a mark where his neck met his shoulder. Frankie shuddered, moving a hand down and squeezing River’s ass. They lifted their head and looked at the far-away expression on his face.

“Are you one of those guys that doesn’t like to fool around on the first date?”

Frankie blinked up at River, thinking about it. “I mean, no, but–” “Good,” River growled, latching back onto Frankie’s neck and sucking hard.

Frankie moaned openly at that, but pulled them away. “Wait,” he breathed. River tilted their head to the side and didn’t say anything, letting Frankie continue. “Um, I had another question.”

“Okay.”

“Well, uh. I don’t mean to kill the mood, because God, I really wanna get back to that, b-but I was curious,” Frankie swallowed, not making eye contact again. “I looked up what non-binary was after you told me and I was a little confused, and basically I just– Um, I wanna know like, how… this would… work,” he trailed off, gesturing between the two of them and at the bulge in his jeans.

“You’re asking what I have so you know how to proceed.” It was a statement, not a question, said softly in understanding. River played with the curls at the back of Frankie’s neck.

Frankie nodded. “If that’s an invasive question, I’m really sorry, and–”

“Shh,” River chuckled, pecking Frankie on the cheek. “It’s okay, I promise. I’m not offended. You’re actually being really sweet about all of this. I know this is new for you.”

Frankie smiled shyly and shrugged, but let them continue.

“I was raised as a girl. ‘Assigned female at birth’, is typically what we call it,” River looked down, playing with the collar of Frankie’s shirt. “You were assigned male at birth. The doctors looked at your parts and decided that’s what you were, and you never felt like it was incorrect, right?”

Frankie nodded, listening carefully.

“Right. Well, it felt wrong to me. I didn’t really know what the feeling was growing up. It’s actually kind of a recent development for me.”

Frankie chewed on his bottom lip, one question still buzzing around his head. “How do you… How did you know? And did you… have any… surgeries? To um–” he didn’t know how to word any of this.

River laughed softly. “Yeah, I had top surgery. I no longer have breasts, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. Everything below the belt is still intact,” they grinned, moving their crotch closer to Frankie’s. “The complicated answer, especially for someone so new to this, is that gender is a societal thing. How you’re perceived, presented to the world is just through the eyes of society. How you see yourself is what actually matters, though. And when all that societal bullshit doesn’t affect your life, the roles you’re ‘supposed’ to play don’t matter anymore.”

“I’m River. River is me. I don’t care how people see me. I did all of this,” they gestured to their body. “For me. Not for anyone else. Because if I didn’t, I would be unhappy. And my own mental health and happiness matters more than some so-called church-going do-gooder’s opinion.”

Frankie looked at River in awe. Their confidence and respect for themself was one of the most attractive things he’d ever seen. “You’re amazing,” Frankie breathed, surging forward to kiss them deeply. He gripped River’s ass again and pulled them closer, grinding his hardening cock against them.

River moaned softly, grinding back, and tangling their fingers into his hair. Suddenly, Frankie pulled back, catching his breath.

“Wait, does that, like…” He thought for a second. “While I was doing my research, I came across a couple other terms I didn’t know.”

River chuckled and kissed down Frankie’s neck softly. “Go on.”

Frankie’s breath hitched, speaking shakily. “Um, I’ve always considered myself b-bisexual– oh– a-and if non-binary people are technically a th-third gender, then does that change?”

“No,” River hummed, licking underneath Frankie’s ear, before taking the lobe into their mouth and nibbling.

“It doesn’t?”

River shook their head. “Bisexual is more like an umbrella term. People interpret it differently,” they reached a hand down between them, trailing their fingers to Frankie’s belt buckle and undoing it. “For example, you’ve always assumed it just meant you were attracted to men and women, right?”

Frankie moaned softly as the pressure was relieved from his hard cock, and nodded.

“Exactly. Another way you could see it is you being attracted to people that are like you,” they gripped Frankie’s cock tightly, making him gasp sharply. “And people who aren’t.” They grabbed his hand and placed it onto their crotch, grinding against him.

He was so hard he was throbbing, and so turned on his head spun. He started undoing River’s dress pants and slipped his hand down to their panties, finding their pussy impossibly warm and wet.

“Fuck,” Frankie groaned, rubbing at their clit through the fabric of their underwear. River moaned sweetly and bit their bottom lip, moving Frankie’s boxer briefs out of the way so they could grip around his cock.

“You’re so hard,” River grinned, rubbing their thumb over the tip. They started stroking him slowly, watching as the head of Frankie’s cock appeared and disappeared underneath the foreskin.

Frankie was breathing heavily, resting his head on the back of his seat and looking at River through his lashes. He moved the tips of his fingers in small circles for a few moments before he moved his fingers beneath their underwear and touched bare skin. River gasped at the contact and nodded, giving him permission. Frankie slowly sunk his middle finger inside them and started pumping in and out. His thumb rubbed in time against their clit. River started moaning louder, throwing their head back to expose their throat to him.

Frankie saw an opening and latched his mouth onto their neck, marking them in return as his free hand held the back of River’s head. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned, biting at River’s skin.

River shuddered at the praise, rocking their hips against Frankie’s hand. “‘M close,” they whined, panting down at him. They started to lose their rhythm on Frankie’s cock and squeezed him tightly in their fist. Frankie nodded in understanding and started moving his fingers faster, adding a second one as the slick sounds coming from between River’s legs filled the truck.

“C’mon, baby. You gonna come for me?” he breathed against their neck, leaving soft kisses against their skin. The contrast between what his mouth and what his hand were doing was overwhelming and River wouldn’t change it for the world.

River nodded, their brows moving downward in pleasure before stilling above him as they came. Their hips rocked back and forth over Frankie’s hand as they came down, moaning and biting their lip.

The sight of River coming was enough for Frankie and his cock twitched hard as he erupted all over River’s hand. He grunted and hid his face in their neck as his balls emptied messily. He whined softly, twitching in the aftershocks.

River giggled quietly and held him close after licking their hand clean. “Gonna have to blow you next time,” they hummed thoughtfully.

Frankie groaned as his oversensitive cock twitched between them. “Don’t say shit like that while I’m still vulnerable, you menace.”

River bit his cheek, then kissed it softly. “You love it.”

He did. He really did.

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igotsnothing · 1 year

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Vinny Santiago- Guitar

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Manny Mauga- Drums

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(You need to have at least one band with big hairy dudes wearing spandex, platform boots, and garish makeup for rock festival flavor...)

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topguncortez · 11 months

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Don't Try to be the Hero || Whumptober Day 23 - J. Seresin

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synopsis: The rat in the Seresin mafia has been exposed and it's the last person Jake thought would ever betray him. Part of the Bad Medicine series.

word count: 1.5k

@ailesswhumptober prompt: forced to watch

warnings: murder, mentions of torture, broken bones, cheating, mafia, character death, description of injuries, gun violence, abuse, illegal activities

Jake was seeing red as he paced in front of the window to the chamber. He could see Natasha’s battered and bruised body chained up by her wrists, but she couldn’t see him. Galen O’Phalen, and Rafael Santiago stood behind him, leaning against the back wall of the small room watching him pace. In the past couple of years, those two men have become closer father figures to Jake than his own father.

“You have to do it, boy,” Galen said, his accent thick as he smoked a cigarette.

“You want me to kill her?” Jake asked.

“You have to,” Rafael said, “You can not let her out on the streets. She knows too much.”

“I can’t,” Jake shook his head. He leaned up against the ledge of the one-way window. Natasha had her eyes closed, her broken fingers clasped around a rosary that she had asked Jake to get. It was the only bit of mercy he had shown her.

“Then don’t,” Galen said, and pushed off the wall. Jake looked at him as he walked over to the window sill and leaned his hands against it. Jake’s eyes went down to the gold wedding band he wore on his hand. It was rare that people in their line of work had wives, even more rare that they had good ones. Galen and his wife Maeve were a sort of fairy tale story in the mafia world.

“A good leader never gets his hands dirty. . . that’s why you have people who do it for you.” Galen looked over his shoulder at Jake.

“No, no I won’t let him do it,” Jake said, and walked towards the door, grabbing a knife from the table.

Natasha picked her tired head up at the sound of the door opening and closing. She shivered as she listened to the footsteps growing near. She couldn’t see a black blindfold robbing her of that sense, but she could smell the sweet smell of his cologne as he walked near her. Rafael walked towards Galen, joining him at the window as he watched his son.

“He won’t do it,” Rafael said, “His heart is too big. He loves her too much.”

“And the other boy doesn’t?” Galen said, looking at his friend.

“They both do. But one, one is born a monster and one is not. Bradley has to be the one to do it if he’s going to fit into this family.”

Jake stood in front of Natasha, watching as she heaved in sobs, shaking and trying to pull herself up from the kneeling position she was in, but her arms were stretched too far for her to get up. She knew what was happening, she knew what was going to happen. This was the worst part, waiting for her impending death as her killer stood in front of her.

“I’m going to ask you one more time,” Jake said, “Tell me the fucking truth. If you tell me the truth, I’ll get this over with. If you lie. . . I’ll drag it out even more.”

“I told you the truth,” Natasha cried, “I don’t know anything about what your father is accusing me-”

“Stop fucking lying to me!” Jake yelled, his voice echoing off the cement walls of the chamber, “Tell me the fucking truth.”

Natasha let out a shuddering breath, and whispered, “I’m sorry,” Jake choked on a sob, as she hung her head in shame, “Everything your dad said, from the job to the affair with Bradley. . . it’s true.”

“God,” Jake said, letting out a sob, as he wiped the tears from his eyes, “Did you even love me?”

“Who could ever love a monster, Jake?”

“Did you love him?”

“More than you will ever know.”

That’s all it took for Jake to throw the knife above her head, landing right into the wall, making her let out a scream as it brushed past her. Natasha called out for Jake, as he left the room, walking right past Rafael and Galen, who stepped out of the watching room, and watched Jake walk right up the stairs. Bradley was waiting in the office, surrounded by four of the other guards watching him, waiting for Jake’s command. Bradley looked down at the handcuffs on his wrists, picking up his head as Jake walked in, his face unreadable.

“Let’s go,” Jake mumbled and nodded at the guards. Two of them stood Bradley up, as one walked behind Jake and the other behind Bradley. Bradley didn’t dare to speak as they followed Jake down to the chamber, walking right into the room Natasha was chained up.

“No, what are you doing? Jake!?” Bradley cried, as he tried to fight against the guard, “Don’t do this! Please, Jake!”

“What’s happening? What are you doing?! Jake?! Bradley!?” Natasha called out as she heard the voice of her lover.

“I’m not going to fucking kill you, Bradley Boy,” Jake smirked, “But what I am going to do, is watch as you kill her.”

Natasha’s eyes widened in fear, as whimpers left her mouth. Bradley felt tears well up in his own eyes as he watched the girl cry. The girl that he had come to know. The girl he had come to love. He knew what she had done. She had lied and went undercover, collecting secrets and information to bring down the American crime families. Bradley knew that there was no way Jake was going to let her live, even though she had been a victim of circumstance.

“No,” Bradley shook his head and looked at Jake, “I won’t do it. I made a vow. I don’t kill-”

Bradley’s words were cut off as Jake pulled out his glock, cocking it and holding it to his temple. The cool metal of the chamber pressed against his skin. Bradley had been on the receiving end of guns before, but not like this. Not when the man holding the weapon was considered to be his brother.

“Do it,” Jake seethed, “You’ve been fucking my fiance for weeks. Lying to my fucking face. If you want me to ever forgive you. . . .kill her.”

“Please,” Natasha cried, “Please, don’t do this, Bradley. I-”

“Shut up!” Jake yelled, spittle flying from his lips, “Shut up! You don’t know shit about love, you lying bitch!”

Natasha’s brown eyes locked with Bradley’s. He could see nothing but fear in her irises. Fear for her life, fear for Bradley’s life. She never meant to fall in love with him or with Jake. Truth was, she loved them both equally. She wanted them both and sometimes, she’d imagine what a life would be like to have them both. But she knew it was all a fantasy. She knew the moment the case was broken, that she’d spend the rest of her life on the run, in fear of retaliation. She knew that a moment like this, on her knees begging for mercy would come. Natasha just didn’t know that the man holding the gun would be the man she loved.

Bradley swallowed thickly and looked over his shoulder at Jake, “Do it. I’ve always wanted a way out. I’ve just been too pussy to do it myself. Do it, Jake, kill me.”

“No,” Jake smirks and lowers the gun, “That’s giving you exactly what you want. I want you to suffer. I want that every time you see me, you are reminded of what you did.”

Natasha gulped as she looked up at Bradley, “It’s okay,” She wasn’t sure when she came to terms with it, but she knew there was no way she was leaving this basement alive, “It’s okay.”

Bradley clenched his jaw and pulled the gun from his waist band. He walked towards Natasha, kneeling down in front of her. He wrapped his arm around her body, and held the gun to her temple. Tears and snot were running down Natasha’s face, her lips muttering the “Our Father” Prayer with the rosary still in her hands.

“Undo her cuffs?” Bradley asked. Jake didn’t say anything but silently walked up to Natasha and undid her handcuffs. She groaned in pain as her arms dropped, but Bradley gently guided them to rest on his shoulders, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” She smiled weakly, “I know what I did. I knew what was going to happen in the end. I’m just sorry you have to be the one to do it.”

Bradley nodded his head, cocked the gun, and closed his eyes.

“I love you, Bradley.”

Those were the last words he heard as he fired a shot into her brain, spraying blood and brain matter on the walls. He quickly dropped the gun, as Natasha’s body went limp in his arms. He wrapped both arms around her tightly, cradling the back of her head, not caring for the blood on his hands. Sobs left his mouth as he held her. Sure, Rooster had tortured men to death. Sent them out into a maze on their own to starve. But nothing was like this. Nothing would ever, be like this.

Jake didn’t say anything as he turned on his heel and left the basement. His green eyes had grown a shade darker, and his heart had an extra layer of protection on it. He had promised himself as he walked up those stairs that he would never let another woman in. That he would never love another woman again.

But how quickly that had turned to be a lie.

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kindahoping4forever · 1 year

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🎲 The 5SOS Show Tour Dice Roll Selections 🎲

Final Tally:

If You Don't Know: 9

Voodoo Doll: 8

Wrapped Around Your Finger: 8

English Love Affair: 6

Heartbreak Girl: 6

Heartache On The Big Screen: 5

Buenos Aires Night 1 - 19 July 2023

Heartache On The Big Screen

Last played: 29 May 2016 @ SLFL Copenhagen

Buenos Aires Night 2 - 20 July 2023

Voodoo Doll

Last played: 30 August 2016 @ SLFL Spokane

Rio de Janeiro - 23 July 2023

If You Don't Know

Last played: 15 September 2017 @ Rock In Rio

São Paulo - 25 July 2023

Heartache On The Big Screen

Last played: The 5SOS Show Buenos Aires Night 1

Times played: 2

Santiago - 27 July 2023

If You Don't Know

Last played: The 5SOS Show Rio de Janeiro

Times played: 2

Bogotá - 30 July 2023

If You Don't Know

Last played: The 5SOS Show Santiago

Times played: 3

Uncasville - 10 August 2023

Heartbreak Girl

Last played: 2015 July 22 @ ROWYSO Mountain View

Boston Night 1 - 12 August 2023

Wrapped Around Your Finger

Last played: 4 October 2016 @ SLFL Sydney

Boston Night 2 - 13 August 2023

English Love Affair

Last played: Live Debut

Toronto - 15 August 2023

Voodoo Doll

Last played: The 5SOS Show Buenos Aires Night 2

Times played: 2

Detroit - 16 August 2023

Wrapped Around Your Finger

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Boston Night 1

Times played: 2

Bristow - 18 August 2023

If You Don't Know

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Bogotá

Times played: 4

Philadelphia - 19 August 2023

If You Don't Know

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Bristow

Times played: 5

New York City - 21 August 2023

Voodoo Doll

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Toronto

Times played: 3

Chicago - 23 August 2023

Voodoo Doll

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour New York City

Times played: 4

Cleveland - 25 August 2023

Heartache On The Big Screen

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour São Paulo

Times played: 3

Cincinnati - 26 August 2023

Wrapped Around Your Finger

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Detroit

Times played: 3

Minneapolis - 28 August 2023

Heartbreak Girl

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Uncasville

Times played: 2

Indianapolis - 30 August 2023

Heartache On The Big Screen

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Cleveland

Times played: 4

Nashville - 1 September 2023

Heartache On The Big Screen

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Indianapolis

Times played: 5

Atlanta - 2 September 2023

Wrapped Around Your Finger

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Cincinnati

Times played: 4

Raleigh - 3 September 2023

If You Don't Know

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Philadelphia

Times played: 6

Hollywood- 6 September 2023

Voodoo Doll

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Chicago

Times played: 5

Houston - 9 September 2023

English Love Affair

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Boston N2

Times played: 2

Dallas - 10 September 2023

If You Don't Know

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Raleigh

Times played: 7

Phoenix - 13 September 2023

Wrapped Around Your Finger

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Atlanta

Times played: 5

Los Angeles - 14 September 2023

Heartbreak Girl

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Minneapolis

Times played: 3

Lisbon - 23 September 2023

English Love Affair

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Houston

Times played: 3

Madrid - 24 September 2023

Wrapped Around Your Finger

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Phoenix

Times played: 6

Milan - 26 September 2023

Voodoo Doll

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Hollywood

Times played: 6

Stuttgart - 27 September 2023

If You Don't Know

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Dallas

Times played: 8

Düsseldorf - 28 September 2023

Heartbreak Girl

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Los Angeles

Times played: 4

Brussels - 30 September 2023

If You Don't Know

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Stuttgart

Times played: 9

Amsterdam - 1 October 2023

Voodoo Doll (Band's choice)

Last played: The 5SOS Show Milan

Times played: 7

Glasgow - 3 October 2023

English Love Affair

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Lisbon

Times played: 4

Manchester - 4 October 2023

Voodoo Doll

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Amsterdam

Times played: 8

London - 5 October 2023

English Love Affair

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Glasgow

Times played: 5

Luxembourg - 7 October 2023

Heartbreak Girl

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Düsseldorf

Times played: 5

Paris - 8 October 2023

Wrapped Around Your Finger

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Madrid

Times played: 7

Budapest - 10 October 2023

Wrapped Around Your Finger

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Paris

Times played: 8

Gliwice - 11 October 2023

Heartbreak Girl

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Luxembourg

Times played: 6

Prague - 12 October 2023

English Love Affair (Ashton's throw)

Last played: The 5SOS Show Tour Luxembourg

Times played: 6

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #the 5sos show tour #the 5sos show tour dice roll #kh4f post #final update!#lmk if there's any errors but for now this is it! 🎲#the 5sos show tour setlist

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soulmusicsongs · 3 months

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Soul Around the World in 24 tracks

Soul music became popular around the world, influencing countless artists across the world. We’ve put together a list with awesome soul tracks form Africa, Asia, Europa and Latin America.

Bechayane Tegodahu - Alemayehu Eshete (Bechayane Tegodahu / Teredechewalehu, 1971) - Ethiopia

Boogie Fever - Geraldo Pino (Boogie Fever, 1978) - Nigeria

Country Scenes - Golden Hands (Golden Hands,1978) - Marocco

Crashes In Love - William Onyeabor (Crashes In Love, 1977) - Nigeria

Dag Dagui - Mazouni (Fariza / Dag Dagui, 1973) - Algeria

Haka Dunia - Orchestre Abass (Operation Bye Bye / Haka Dunia, 1972) - Togo

Hari Siva - Ramasandiran Somusundaram (Skinny Woman, 1974) - India

Hipguard - Acid (Hipguard / Freedom Lover, 1972) - Austria

Jungle Soul - ORF Big Band, Johannes Fehring & The Chicks (ORF Big Band, Johannes Fehring & The Chicks, 1972) - Austria

Love Is Fair - Black Children Sledge Funk Group (Love Is Fair, 1976) - Nigeria

Marabayasa - Rail Band (Rail Band, 1973) - Mali

Melissa - Oscar Rocchi e il suo Modern Sound (Erbe Selvatiche, 1977) - Italy

Message From A Black Man - Derrick Harriott & The Crystalites (Psychedelic Train 1970) - Jamaica

Miri Magnin - Keletigui & Ses Tambourinis (Miri Magnin / Marie, 1973) - Guinea

Mona Ami Kibala - Ruy Mingas (Angola Canções Por Rui Mingas, 1970) - Angola

No One Else (But Me) - Rock Town Express ( Rock Town Express, 1974) - Nigeria

Pula Yetla - Letta Mbulu (Letta Mbulu Sings, 1967) - South Africa

Roots Talk - Mabrak (Ital Talk - Liquid Talk, 1976) - Jamaica

Shmasha - Kamal Keila (Muslims and Christians, 2018) - Sudan

Soy Muy Feliz = I Got You - Los Tamara (A Santiago Voy / Soy Muy Feliz, 1967) - Spain

Use Me - The Outfit (Use Me / Stop The World, 1974) - Barbados

Wayakangai - Camayenne Sofa (A Grands Pas, 1983) - Guinea

Words To My Song - Dry Bread (Yamar / Words To My Song, 1974) - Bahamas

Zina - Ouiness (Bahebek Mara / Zina, 1979) - Marocco

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mrsarnasdelicious · 8 months

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Alright, Yous asked for this - PART TWO

So, the list of all my drafts doesn't fit in one part...

Riding the Beasts SCP 682 smut CW: Monsterfucking

Sihtric AU-arama Just all osrts of Sihtric AUs, in a long, big list.

Some good ass edging Edging Modern!Sihtric, straight up smut

I'll Be Your Prize [Finan x Sihtric] Uhtred tells Finan he can ask for the thing he wants most, so Finan asks for Sihtric.

The Things We Do With Power - I The Boys fic, mild fix it, predominantly wicked smut.

A very old promise Once Upon the beginning of my blog, I promised to write a certain poly smut thing, so here goes nothing.

All About A Gag Sihtric x Finan x Osfert. Sihtric fakes a gag and Finan is not having it.

Domestic - Lan Mandragoran Lan x Reader, being cute.

One Big Bed Poly Wheel of Time smut. Rand is a slut in this one.

The Pantsident Mark tore his pants. Mark x Reader smut

A Long Drive [Marnas] Mark rips his pants and Arnas makes full use of the situation.

Orgasm Desperation - Stephen Colley Stephen x Reader, with reader making Stephen beg for it.

BoB Sexarama Shameless, plotless smut headcanons.

A3 - Throuple Aethelflead x Aldhelm x Aethelred headcanons

BoB Poly Family BS You get involved with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth and raise children with them. Modern verse, headcanon list

Band of Bebbanburgh - XII - Getting Ink Done Uhtred, Osferth, Finan and Sihtric are getting tatted and Sihtric likes it a bit too well.

First Kiss - Draco Malfoy Set during book six.

First Kiss - Eric Northman Simple as.

Basically every thought I have ever had about Sihtric, but in a pile Full ass headcanon dump on my very fav himbo.

Good Good Good, Good Vibrations Mr F uses a vibe on reader, in public, sorta.

Orgasm Desperation - Game!Lambert Needy Needy Lambertini.

Lambert in the Middle Lambert getting some DP from Eskel and Geralt.

Another Lovely Puppy Pile Reader x Many witchers (and Jaskier)

Band of Bebbanburgh - XI - Tetanus Uhtred 'challenges' Sihtric to catch a pigeon. Hoemboy gets pecked and scratched, but has no tetnaus immunisation, so Finan and Osferth have to wrangle him to go to the dco's. Sihtirc does not like doctors and has to be pacified with sexy times from his boyfriends.

Giving Birth to Sihtric's Child It is not reader's first and it will most certainly not be the last.

TLK Underworld AU Headcanon List about a mafia au of sorts

Finan Eating You Out He's good with his mouth, let's be real

How He Met Me - VI August POV version of The Prophet [fic]

At the Desk - Napoleon Solo Napoleon Solo fucking reader on her desk, Arranged Marriage verse.

Sex in the Changing Room - Modern!Sihtric Raunchy dirty naughty Sihtric fucking reader in the changing rooms of the local clothing store.

On the table - Sihtric Canon verse, he humps you on the table

Sex in the Bath - Captain Syverson Bath sex with Sy

Ever Curiouser - I Hellboy Longfic, polyship.

Some Bebbanboys smut, bc I am nasty Smutty stuff with Sihtric x Finan x Osferth

Ben Daimio x Werewolf Reader A beastly smut

The Bebbanboys Band AU headcanons

Ben Daimio - Sneaking Around Smutty, you and Ben avoid getting caught while fucking on the job

Sweetheart Prompt #3 Ivar Lothbrok, suprise surprise

Band of Bebbanburgh - X - What Sihtric Does Best Smut fest about Sihtric sucking dick

Ulysses Klaue Smut Does exactly what it says on the tin.

No Way We Are Making Homework - Modern Ubbe Modern Ubbe x Reader. You should be making homework, but you are not.

Nasty Nasty Dirty Gross Ubbe CW: Incest Ubbe uses one specific way of making Hvitserk listen.

Ubbe x Alfred - Modern AU Ubbe and Alfred shower together.

This Home I Built - TLK Poly Fest Selfish fix it fic, lotsa smut, mainly about Sihtric.

Santiago Garcia Breeding Kink V1 Santi knocking you up.

Alpha Geralt Going Feral Nasty smut with no excuses

Sihtric - Breeding Kink V1 Sihtric knocking you up

Omega Sihtric Going Feral Needy Omega Sihtric

Alpha Geralt Scenting You Scenting sesh getting out of hand.

Santiago Garcia - Rough Sex Ah yes, more shameless porn with no plot.

Scenting Omega Sihtric Scenting Omega Sihtric gets out of hand.

My Fair Lady Shameless Aldflaed smut

Expectations - Loki Shameless Loki smut

Choking Sam Winchester Reader applying some pressure to a big moose, sexually.

At Saltwick What happened between Sihtric, Finan and Osferth while the kids were asleep.

Sex in Public - Sihtric Canon verse.

Neteyam x Au'Nung Neteyam almost died and Au'Nung is distressed.

Proof That I am an Aweful Person [TLK Poly stuff] More ReaderxPretty Boys headcanons

Fjall Stoneheart - Doggystyle Shameless smut

Band of Bebbanburgh - IX - Seeking Refuge Osferth goes to Finan when his homelife starts turning for the worst.

Breeding V1 - Jake Sully Jake Sully knocking you up.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VIII - Show You How Sihtric teases Osferth how to please Finan

Band of Bebbanburgh - VII - Small Comforts Finan having himself a slice of Sihtric.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VI - Sihtric's Dream Sihtric wakes up from a bad dream and Finan and Osferth put him at ease.

By God(s) and Men - Finan x Sihtric Canon verse; Sihtric and Finan figure out their dynamic.

The Baker's Boy - Finan x Sihtric Modern AU; Finan just realised he's been in love with Sihtric all along.

The Witan - Mark/Arnas/Reader CW: RPF and RPS Established Arnas x Reader and Past Marnas. Arnas convinced reader to come along to a TLK cast vaca and things spin swiftly out on his control.

All Three of Them Reader x Sihtric x Finan x Osferth smut

Threesome with Sihtric and Osferth Shameless smut with a lil twist

Threesome with Sihtric and Finan Dirty smutty smut smut smut

#there is a part three coming #yes I am not yet done #current score: 110

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goreh0undz · 8 months

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OC SHEET: 01

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𝗧𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦

𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾

𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈

𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾

𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾

𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒

𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌

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𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲

!!Please do not use my OC's without my permission or without giving credit, thank you!!

START/FINISH

S: 26/01/2024 05:23 PM CET

F: 03/02/2024 04:28 AM CET

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𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙊𝙉𝙄𝙊 𝘼𝘾𝘾𝘼𝙍𝘿𝙄

━ Toni/Antie

𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 09/03

𝗭𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗖 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡 pisces

𝗔𝗚𝗘 depends on rp - usually 25

𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗘𝗫 Male

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 Male

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦 He/him - He/They

𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 homosexual

𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗦 human

𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 singer/guitarist

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 - FACECLAIM

faceclaim: Thomas Raggi

𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾; Antonio has a slim build, slight muscle only in his arms and a subtle bit of chest/arm/leg hair.

He has sky-blue eyes though they're usually a bit dark, his hair is a shade of dirty blonde.

He's 1'78 cm tall.

His hair has never really been cut once it got to his shoulders (only dead ends) and it's best described as a 'shaggy mullet' haircut.

He is pale because he usually stays inside but he tans very quick.

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𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘

Clothing style; His usual attire (for shows and meeting with his sister or friends) is pretty extravagant, he enjoys throwing things together and seeing how they fit. Antonio's clothes are mainly very bright and have intricate details, though when he doesn't have places to go he stays in baggy clothes or simple pyjamas.

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𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Personality; Antonio is usually very silent and shy but once he opens up he's incredibly kind and loves to joke around. Despite him being shy he is very protective over his friends and loved ones.

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𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: Guitars - Prosecco - Jam sessions - Romcoms - Tattoos - Korean BBQ

𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: Horror movies - Loud noises - White chocolate - Beer

𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀: Writing lyrics - Baking - Sketching future tattoo ideas - Karaoke

𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘀: Biting his nails - Hiding his smile in pictures - Whistling or humming

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴:⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗦

Bella Accardi • Sister • Close

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Angel Santiago • Band member/lover • Close

Arden Johnson • Band member/friend • Close

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@scrappedpieces

@theroyalkraken

#oc sheet #oc #musician oc #band oc #original character #roleplay #rp #oc rp #new rp #crime rp #dark rp #city rp #modern rp #Spotify

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weisserose-comic · 6 months

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✨Meet The Characters - Weisse Rose✨

Santiago "Jesus" Del Castillo

Now, Wasima's best friend in the whole world - we finally have Santiago, last, not least, and Jesus member of the Weisse Rose <3

He is of Romani descent, Spanish and called Jesus because, well, his friends said he looks like Jesus and it stuck (it's the ~gorgeous~ hair)

As always, character sheet info here and more notes on my dearest Santi down below!

Also it's the Spanish 'Jesus' pronunciation, not English 'Jesus' pronunciation

Age: 30

Height: 1.78 (5'8)

Astrological Sign: Capricorn (oh the walking contradiction)

Languages: Spanish, Catalán, Arabic, English, French, Italian, Romanian, Portuguese

Heavenly Virtue: Chill and Welcoming - very hard to get him mad and he's very accepting of everyone; if you're a living being, you have a place in his heart

Hellish Sin: Responsibility and Commitment Issues - he's afraid of having too much responsibilities and being tied down; thinks he is only a stop for people to grow and then leave him, so he doesn't want big commitments

Current Occupation: Hairdresser - doesn't like working forever at one place and takes a lot of odd jobs as well

As tall as Marty? A little taller?

Handsome, silky long brunette hair, dark hazel/brown eyes, beard, tan skin, kind smile (the eyes turned green in the final design)

Very easy going, very chill, very nice

Love thy brother and be loved in return sort of guy

Real name is Santiago but he looks like Jesus, so everyone calls him Jesus (Spanish pronunciation)

Bassist - likes to play hard, quite differently from his personality

Wasima's best friend in the world

Kinda very Catholic family

Helped Wasima when they met at school for being outcasts

Got Wasima into the underground and LGBTQ+ scene

Always played in metal bands, but so happy to jam with her whenever she wanted him to

Loves deeply and believes in loving everyone, but thinks love will never really find him

Used to being mistreated and hated because of his Romani background

His parents tried to "cut ties" with their Romani descent so their children wouldn't suffer as much prejudice as they did

Didn't really work, but they did try

Feels more inclined to get in touch with his nomadic roots rather than conforming to a society that doesn't like him

B r e a k s when treated like an equal/with respect

Doesn't like violence, but will feel weirdly loved when Diana fistfights some nazis who are threatening him for being a 'gypsy'

The whole band breaking the club down in a fight and Santi there, crying in a corner because people love him that much

Owns a Tarot Deck and is very good at Fortune Telling, thank you very much

Can dance Flamenco like NO TOMORROW (and it's pretty good at Flamenco guitar playing too)

He's Dante from Devil May Cry

I wanted a fancy name for my dearest Santiago, a.k.a Jesus. A LOT of religious jokes with this one, just wait and see. Also, I wanted him to be of Romani descent, because of some people in my family who were - but it got lost down the bloodline as they didn't have the chance to teach what they knew. I know a couple of things my grandma and my aunt tell me, but I don't know ALL the culture - I know that it varies from country to country and, once Santiago is Spanish, it probably differs a LOT from my family/country.

We absolutely adore Gypsy Kings and Flamenco, though, so I had to give him that. I won't take it away. I don't care if people say it's cliché, he is a Gypsy Kings and Flamenco lover, I won't have any less from this GORGEOUS man. Thank you.

Same goes for Tarot and Fortune Telling, my own tarot deck sends regards

And a little thing to add: the third drawing below, the one he's shirtless and looking quite surprised, is just Santi being told he looks handsome and hot - not used to hearing himself being described like that and thinking no one would ever think he is handsome and hot. It warms my heart.

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perotovar · 10 months

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into the beat of the night (ch 4) "thin flesh"

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River moaned, tangling their fingers into Frankie’s curls. “F-Frankie, my lunch is only thirty minutes,” they giggled, biting their lip.

“Don’t care,” Frankie grunted, digging his thumbs into their hips and continued sucking on their neck. He hummed happily, kissing up the side of their neck to nibble on their jaw playfully.

Frankie had stopped by the building where River worked with lunch. It was now getting cold.

River had to push Frankie away, a slightly dazed look on their face. They smiled up at him and poked his cheek. “And you call me the menace. I touch your dick one time and you become insatiable.”

Frankie laughed, his shoulders shaking. He leaned over and kissed their cheek before relaxing back in his seat. “Sorry, your food is probably cold now,” he mumbled, handing the takeout bag to them.

River shrugged and began eating. “So, we’re meeting up with Will, Benny, and…”

“Santiago.”

“Santiago. Tonight, right?”

“Yeah, if you still want to,” Frankie nodded jerkily. This was the first time he was introducing River to the guys. He was mostly nervous about Benny opening his big, golden retriever mouth and asking dumb questions. He knew at least Will and Santi would be normal, if a bit protective.

“Of course I still want to,” River said, swallowing a bite of food. “They’re like brothers to you. I can only imagine the shit you guys have seen together,” they muttered sympathetically.

A far-away look crossed Frankie’s features and he swallowed around a small lump in his throat. River reached over and held Frankie’s hand, rubbing their thumb over his knuckles.

“Sorry, we can talk about something else,” they said softly.

Frankie smiled weakly and shook his head. “It’s okay,” he looked up into their eyes. They reminded him of leaves in a summer downpour. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” River had to go, finishing up the food Frankie brought for them. “I’ll text you when I get off work, okay?”

Frankie nodded and leaned over to kiss their cheek. He kissed their lips once, then again. “I’ll pick you up at eight.” River winked, climbing out of Frankie’s truck and making their way back into the tall building.

Frankie exhaled loudly and started the truck. The prospect of telling River about his past, about his addiction, made him incredibly nervous. He had been clean for a long time now, but it didn’t make the conversation less daunting. River hadn’t turned him away yet, but he also didn't know their hard limits. Despite feeling more comfortable with River than he had with anyone in a long time, it was still so new.

He pulled into the parking lot of Marisol’s daycare and sat idling, waiting to go inside and pick her up. He looked down at his phone and smiled at his lockscreen; it was a photo of River with their tongue sticking out, piercing on full display, and flipping the bird. He took another deep breath and rolled down the window for some fresh air. It would be okay.

It would.

“It’s a music based subculture, Benny. The fashion came later.”

Benny shook his head as he swallowed his beer. “Then why have I never heard of a ‘goth band’ then?”

“Because you probably listen to butt rock.”

Benny spluttered, offended, but laughed. “What is that?”

Frankie, River, and Santi laughed as Will rubbed Benny’s shoulders sympathetically. Things were going really well. Better than Frankie expected them to go, if he were being honest. It felt like River had always been a part of the group.

“I haven’t heard a denial yet,” River teased in a sing-song tone, a twinkle in their eye. Everyone laughed harder as Benny raised his arms in defeat. “Speaking of, did Frankie tell you guys what he wore when we went back to The Night Owl?”

“Oh, god, here we go,” Frankie groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“An Iron Maiden t-shirt, which was already funny on its own. But he also wore these blue and yellow New Balances and I won’t lie, I almost ghosted him for it.” River winked at him as they squeezed his thigh under the table.

Benny was laughing so hard his face went red and Will shook his head in disappointment. Santiago sighed and put his hand on Frankie’s shoulder. “You wore your New Balances to a goth club? Hermano…”

“I don’t have any clothes that would fit there, okay?” Frankie explained, exasperated. He turned to River and gave them his best pout and puppy dog eyes, whispering, “Besides, I thought you liked my ‘lumberjack, fisherman chic’?”

River looked to Frankie’s lips briefly and licked their own before looking back up into his eyes. “True, I do. Wouldn’t change it for the world. But,” they grinned. “I would love to see you all ‘done up’ one of these days. Just for fun.”

Benny was nearly having a stroke at this point. “Oh, my god. I’m trying to imagine Fish with eyeliner and it’s killing me,” he wheezed.

Frankie laughed and shrugged, putting an arm around River’s shoulders. “We’ll see,” he hummed, leaning over to kiss River’s cheek.

Will chuckled and rolled his eyes before standing. “Another round? On me, this time.”

Everyone nodded their thanks, and fell back into easy conversation. Out of the corner of River’s eye, they saw someone nearby that could be a problem. The man had been staring at River all night, and not in a way they could ignore. River sighed quietly and prepared themselves as the man stood and tried to “subtly'' make his way over to the table.

“Damn, when’s the funeral?” The drunken asshole smirked, looking right at River. He sneered at them and waited for River to react.

“Hey, fuck off, asshole—“

“Benny, don’t,” River muttered, giving him a look that said more than their words ever would. Benny went quiet but looked at the guy with daggers for eyes. Santiago crossed his arms over his chest and watched for River’s signal.

“Haven’t decided yet,” they exhaled angrily toward the drunk.

“Listen, lady, I was just—“ River rolled their eyes and stared at the man. Frankie’s eyes went wide and he saw red. River quickly grabbed Frankie’s thigh again and squeezed, stopping him. Their expression changed from neutral to manic, an unsettling smile spreading across their face. They tilted their head to the side and stared, unblinking. The man shuffled uneasily on his feet and scoffed. “Whatever, fuckin’ freak.”

The man stumbled away just as Will returned with all their drinks. He looked at the group of grumpy faces and the guy walking away. “What happened?”

Benny’s face broke into a wide grin and he started snapping his fingers. “River just scared a dude,” he laughed.

River rolled their eyes, but smiled this time. “No, the guy came over and tried to be clever and I shut it down,” they shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” They gestured to their wardrobe by way of explanation.

Frankie went quiet and had a pensive look on his face, rubbing River’s lower back. He knew River picked up on the drunk calling them “lady”, because he knows he heard it. Will had given River a fist bump and everything went back to normal. He’ll bring it up later.

“Okay, so I know Fish went and it was an accident, but like, do you think I could go to The Night Owl?” Benny smiled wide, that golden retriever energy back in droves. “I’ve never been to a goth club and it sounds fun.”

River gave Benny a long look, thinking about it. “I don’t see why not,” they hummed thoughtfully. “I just have one question for you.”

Benny blinked and nodded, letting River continue.

“Are you sure you’re a hundred percent straight? Because you would be a hit there, and not just with the ladies.”

Everyone went quiet for a second before bursting into laughter. Frankie laughed quieter than the others and shook his head. He looked at River lovingly, taking in the features of their side profile and lips.

“Is this why you asked if I listened to butt rock?” Benny asked, incredulous. “I still don’t know what that means!!”

They were quiet on the drive to River’s apartment. River looked over at Frankie, worry etched onto their features. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet.”

Frankie glanced at River before looking back at the road. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said softly. “I’m honestly more worried about you.”

River blinked. “How come? I’m fine. I had a really good time.”

“The guy?” Frankie asked, not wanting them to bury what happened. “He called you–”

“I know what he called me, Frankie.”

Frankie frowned and bit his lip. He didn’t want to step on River’s toes with this, but he was so ready to beat the shit out of the guy back there before they stopped him. “I’m sorry, I just… I know you can handle yourself, but,” he floundered for the right words, sighing in frustration when he couldn’t find them. “I just… I’m here, okay? You don’t have to like, deal with disrespect like that while I’m with you. Especially if it’s to like, impress my friends or something.”

River went quiet and smiled sadly, looking down at their painted nails. “I know,” they hummed softly. “Thank you. Same goes for you. I may not know all the details right now, and I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but I’m not blind, babe. I know you’ve got demons, too.”

Frankie reached for River’s hand and laced their fingers together as he pulled up to their apartment complex. He lifted their hand to his mouth and kissed their knuckles reverently.

“Go ahead and park.”

He raised a brow and did as he was told, turning his truck off. He looked across the darkened cab at River, a curtain of hair obscuring their features before they turned their head. “What’s up?” he asked softly.

“You wanna come up?” They gestured towards their apartment with their thumb, a shy smile on their face.

Frankie’s heart skipped a beat and he nodded, undoing his seatbelt. He followed them up the steps and waited patiently while River unlocked the door. “It’s not much, but it’s home,” they sighed. River’s voice was immediately followed by a loud scratchy meow. “Aww, hi, baby,” they grinned, crouching down to pick up what was probably the fluffiest gray cat Frankie had ever seen. “You’re not allergic are you?” They asked, a look of worry crossing their features, realizing they forgot to mention that they had a cat.

Frankie snorted and shook his head, holding his finger out for the cat to assess him.

River sighed in relief and kicked the door shut behind him. “Good,” they smiled. “This is Jonsey.”

“Alien?” Frankie grinned.

“Yes! Ugh, thank you!”

He laughed as Jonsey leapt out of River’s arms and went, presumably, towards his food. “How come you always look so spotless? Doesn’t he shed a lot?”

“Ohhh yeah,” River laughed. “I have travel-size lint rollers on me at all times.”

They both laughed before they got quiet, taking each other in. Frankie shoved his hands in his pockets and decided to look around.

“Wine?” River asked, walking toward the kitchen.

“Sure. Thank you.”

He really wasn’t sure what he expected River’s apartment to look like, but if he had to guess, he thinks it’d look exactly like this. Dark wood furniture with gray accents. There were plants everywhere; spilling over window sills and winding up bookshelves, lush and full of life.

“You can have a seat, y’know,” River chuckled, handing him a wine glass. They started walking around the living room and lighting a couple candles to further warm up the place.

Frankie obliged and had a seat on River’s couch, getting comfy. He left his arms open and River immediately took the invitation, cuddling close. They drank their wine in silence for a few minutes before Frankie spoke.

“I meant what I said, by the way,” he started, rubbing the thumb from his free hand against their arm. “I may not understand all the nuances of your gender and what comes with it, but I want to. I really like you, River, and… I wanna be there for you.”

Turning slightly, River made eye contact before setting their wine glass on the coffee table. Frankie did the same with his own. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve you coming into my life like this, but I really appreciate it,” they grinned. Their lips pressed against his tenderly. “You’re taking all of this incredibly well. Most cis guys get so threatened by… this,” they gestured to their body. “Usually why I date women,” they chuckled.

Frankie smiled, heart fluttering. “I’m not sure what it is either. I just felt a pull,” he shrugged. “And you’re right. I haven’t been totally honest about my past yet, but… I will. I promise. You deserve to know.”

Climbing into Frankie’s lap, River held his face to kiss him with more purpose. He melted into it, keeping his hands on their sides. Frankie closed his eyes,the scent of River’s cologne washing over him. Color bloomed across his eyelids, the earthy tones of sandalwood and the deep red of the wine on their lips.

Coming up for air, River breathed against his lips, “You don’t have Marisol this week do you? You don’t need to be home?”

“No, I dropped her off at her mom’s earlier,” Frankie sighed, scratching lightly at River’s lower back, making them shiver.

“Do you want to take me to bed, Francisco?”

Frankie’s whole body shuddered and he felt time stop. Pools of green looked over his features like he’d hung the moon as River waited for his answer. Swallowing his nerves, a soft smile graced Frankie’s features. “Of course,” he whispered gently, because if he spoke any louder, he was sure the spell would be broken.

River’s face lit up, pink warming their cheeks. They leaned forward and attached their lips to his neck, nipping and sucking softly at the thick muscles there. “Bedroom is down the hall on the right,” they mumbled.

Frankie didn’t need to hear anything else as he stood. He held River by the ass as they laced their legs around his waist. He felt like he was in a trance as he made his way down the hall. He had convinced himself that he wouldn’t make it this far with them. Feeling around for the light switch in the dark, Frankie exhaled shakily as River sucked a mark into his shoulder. He gave up and walked slowly to their bed and set them down.

River leaned over and turned on the lamp next to the bed. A soft warm glow lit the room, illuminating each other well enough to continue. Frankie shuffled on his feet for a second, nerves suddenly hitting him.

“What’s wrong?” River asked softly, scooting toward the edge of the bed, and resting their hands on Frankie’s belt.

Frankie thought about it for a minute, biting his lip. “Is there anything I should know? Like,” he floundered for a second. “I don’t want to touch you in the wrong way or say the wrong thing.”

River swooned, and smiled up at him. “God, I know it’s the bare minimum but your concern and respect is so fucking hot,” they groaned, hiding their burning cheeks in his soft tummy.

Frankie’s chest puffed up a bit and he grinned down at them, running his fingers through their long hair. He moved it away from their face and cupped their cheek, rubbing his thumb along the bone there.

River pulled themselves together for a second to speak and cleared their throat. “I’m very cool with you touching me anywhere. I would very much like you inside me,” they smirked. Frankie choked on his own spit, cock twitching in his jeans. They slowly unbuckled Frankie’s jeans and looked at the throbbing, red, and leaking tip of Frankie’s cock. “No underwear, huh?” They hummed, delighted at the sight, and started pumping it slowly, giving the head little kitten licks.

“F-Fuck,” Frankie moaned shakily, tipping his head back. He felt his entire body shiver as their tongue piercing dragged over the tip, the colors behind his eyelids returning. He tightened the fist in River’s hair and tugged slightly, making them moan around his cock. They started bobbing their head slowly, looking up at him. Frankie couldn’t look away from the mouth around him and he groaned, his cock twitching inside their mouth.

He pulled them off, a trail of saliva connecting River’s bottom lip to the head of his cock. “Babe, stop,” he chuckled breathily. “This is going to be done so fast if you keep that up.”

River’s eyes twinkled. “‘Babe’, huh?” They teased, tugging his pants down so he could step out of them. “And what, can’t last longer than five minutes?”

Growling, Frankie pushed them down onto their back on the bed. He hovered over them, one knee on the bed next to them. “Not around you,” he smirked, thick fingers methodically unbuttoning River’s shirt and yanking it off their shoulders.

His breath caught at the sight of their tattoos, but he slowed down when their top surgery scars came into view. He tentatively ran his fingertips along the scars, everything really hitting him all at once.

River watched his face, their stomach fluttering with nerves, but also excitement. They’d gotten to this point with others before and it was enough to turn people away. They didn’t think that would happen with Frankie, but they could never be too sure. Their cheeks warmed the longer he looked at them.

“Please say something,” River whispered anxiously.

“Where do I start?” Frankie breathed, smiling softly. “This looks like it really hurt,” he hummed sadly. “But it’s so beautiful.” His voice shook with reverence. He looked up at them, face full of emotion. “Lie back for me?”

River’s entire body was buzzing as they put a pillow underneath their head to look down at him. The fabric of their dress pants glided across their skin as Frankie removed the rest of their clothes. He hummed happily at the damp spot on the front of their underwear, kissing from one knee to the top of their thigh. River exhaled shakily, and bit their lip, taking in the sight of the mass of curls between their legs. Unable to resist, they reached forward and carded their fingers through his hair.

Frankie looked up at them, his big brown eyes shining as he kissed their clit through the fabric. River’s breath hitched and they giggled softly, lifting one leg to poke his shoulder with their toes. He winked and moved the last piece of clothing down their legs. He didn’t waste any time and latched his mouth onto their clit and sucked hard.

River moaned out loud, their back arching off the bed. “F-Frankie,” they whined, tugging on his curls.

Frankie was in his own world, creating a rhythm with his tongue, and the sounds coming from River’s mouth clogging his senses. He felt drunk, prodding two fingers at their entrance.

“Y-yes, please,” they breathed weakly, giving him permission.

Frankie ached to bring them pleasure as his fingers sunk in, quickly finding a pace to pump inside. He found a rhythm between his tongue and his fingers, and apparently it was doing something, if the sounds River was making were anything to go by.

River’s thighs trembled around his head, their entire body covered in goosebumps. Frankie looked up at them and lifted his mouth off of their clit, but his fingers never let up. River groaned out an exhale as they made eye contact and bit their lip. Something passed between them without words because when Frankie’s thumb touched their clit at the right pressure and rhythm, River’s eyes rolled back. They let out a loud moan into the room as they stilled, coming hard and wet around Frankie’s fingers.

Frankie grinned, watching River writhe around on the bed for a moment before coming down. “Very good,” he hummed, removing his fingers slowly and wrapping his lips around them. He groaned at the taste of them. He held onto their thighs before burying his tongue inside them once again. His aquiline nose rubbed perfectly against their clit while he lapped up more of them, hardly giving them a moment to breathe.

“Frankie, f-fuck, wait,” River gasped, their head spinning with want. Their clit throbbed in overstimulation, still so sensitive from their high.

Frankie grunted into their pussy and looked up at them like they’d just interrupted his favorite meal. And, really, they had. River’s breath hitched at the look in Frankie’s eyes. His normally soft eyes had turned hard, feral, and they dripped at how turned on it made them. He shook his head against them, moving from side to side, his curls bouncing at the movement.

“God, fuck,” River moaned pathetically, their heart rate going at a pace they hadn’t felt before.

“Gimme one more, baby,” Frankie mumbled against them. “Just one more, sweet thing. Gotta taste it this time.”

River’s eyes rolled back and they whined, nearly yanking on Frankie’s hair. His voice sounded as wrecked as they felt, all throaty and deep. Their walls clenched tightly around his tongue in little pulses the closer they got to their release. Frankie watched closely, his vision blurring slightly at the edges with the amount of focus he had on River’s form. He paid rapt attention to which movements of his tongue made them squirm. Their chest stuttered with every breath they took, the muscles and tendons in their neck moving underneath the skin tightly.

When River came, it was more intense than the first time and came in waves, making them nearly shout in pleasure. Frankie tried holding their hips down with those big hands of his but ended up following their movements so as not to miss a single drop. His eyes were on them the whole time, taking in the sight of them at their highest peak.

River trembled in the aftershocks as Frankie’s mouth finally let go. He kissed along the bottom of their tummy and left little nips and marks, sucking and staking his claim over them. River grinned lazily at the sight, their heart soaring. “Mmm, you’re good at that,” River chuckled, feeling all warm and satisfied.

Frankie grinned as he crawled onto the bed to hover over them. “Thank you,” he smirked, a smidge of arrogance coloring his features.

River laughed softly and rolled their eyes. They gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head. “How are you still wearing your shirt, but no pants or underwear?” They snorted.

Frankie’s eyes darkened as he took in their flushed cheeks and moved their long hair behind their ears. “I was a little distracted,” he whispered, kissing them sensually.

River sighed happily, getting lost in the taste of themselves on his tongue. They ran their hands down his torso to grip onto Frankie’s ass and squeezed. They wrapped their legs around his waist and quickly flipped them over before Frankie had time to react. Now straddling him, they ground their hips against Frankie’s cock situated perfectly between their lips. “My turn,” River hummed, latching onto Frankie’s nipple.

Frankie gasped at all the sensations as his hips bucked up against them. “W-wait, do you have a condom? I’m clean, I just wanna make sure,” he smiled, rubbing their arms protectively.

“I do,” they nodded, nipping around the other nipple as they looked up at him. “We can use one if you want, but I am on PrEP, too. Also, uh,” they lifted their mouth off of him, sitting comfortably. “I can’t get pregnant. That’s the other major surgery I had.”

“Oh.”

They got quiet as they watched each other breathe heavily for a bit. “Is… Is that okay?” River asked hesitantly.

Frankie’s face went through every emotion imaginable within seconds before landing on nearly feral. “You… really shouldn’t have told me that,” he grinned wickedly, grabbing onto their hips and digging his fingernails in hard. River stopped him before he could turn them over and started grinding against the underside of his cock again, getting it impossibly wet.

“Oh, nu-uh,” River smirked. “You’re not in charge right now.”

Frankie’s cock twitched at the authority in their voice and he nodded obediently.

“Good boy,” they hummed, their fingers curling around his shaft before slowly sinking down on him. River whimpered slightly at the stretch and swirled their hips in little circles on the way down before they were sat on his lap comfortably. They groaned in satisfaction, slowly getting used to his girth and the weight of him.

Breathing heavily, Frankie shut his eyes and dug his head into the pillow underneath him. He focused on the sounds around him so he wouldn’t come right away; the slightly opened window brought in a nice breeze that cooled his flushed skin. River was breathing heavily, but quietly, watching patiently as he evened out his breathing. Blunt nails scratched lightly at Frankie’s torso, goosebumps following in their wake.

It had been a while since he’d been inside someone and it’s clear that it’s been a while for River as well considering just how god damn tight the fit was.

“You okay?” River grinned, rolling their hips slightly, already used to the feeling. They clenched around him teasingly in little pulses.

Frankie’s breath hitched and he groaned, desperately gripping their hips. He was certain there would be marks leftover tomorrow. “Fuck, gimme a second,” he panted, eyes squeezed shut. River watched his Adam’s Apple bob a few times as he got his breathing back to normal, their heart pounding in their chest.

When Frankie raised his head again to look down at where the two of them met, he exhaled shakily. “Jesus,” he moaned, his eyes traveling up their torso until he landed on their face. His heart skipped a beat seeing the look on their face.

He hadn’t seen River so… vulnerable before. They always looked put together, not a hair out of place or any bit of makeup smeared. They looked beautiful; their hair a mess, and their makeup smudged. They looked calm, at peace. Satisfied. His hands slowly traveled up their side before his thumbs rubbed at the edges of their surgery scars.

“Ready?” River smiled softly, cupping his face with one hand and bracing themself on his chest with the other.

Frankie nodded and lifted his hips slightly, his words spoken without a sound; fuck me.

And they did.

Bouncing on him at a leisurely pace to start, River watched Frankie’s eyes glaze over with the pleasure he was feeling, his face slack and his swollen lips parted. Before either of them knew it, they were rocking together at a steady pace, their collective moans and groans and sighs of pleasure filling the room.

They were completely lost in one another, River’s head thrown back to expose their throat as they moaned loudly. Their brows dipped down in pleasure as they bit their lip. “God, you feel so fucking good,” they whined, slowly starting to lose their rhythm as they got closer to their peak.

Frankie moaned and sat up, latching his mouth onto their neck, hugging them close to his chest. He dug his feet into the mattress and started fucking up into them. River groaned, hiding their face in his neck. They whined and whimpered against his damp skin, trembling on top of him.

The light slap, slap, slap of their skin against each other was the only sound in the room for a moment before Frankie panted against their forehead, kissing there softly. “More?” he smiled, eyes shut in bliss.

River nodded and whined weakly. “S-so fucking close.”

Frankie grunted as he flipped them over, well and truly fucking into them now. He didn’t let up, moaning when River’s nails clawed into Frankie’s back. He hissed at the sting and shivered all over, his hips slowly losing their rhythm. “Touch yourself, sweet thing,” Frankie breathed, watching their blissed out expression change to a look of focus. River reached between them and started rubbing at their clit at the same pace as Frankie’s hips.

River whined weakly, half-lidded and glossy eyes looking up at him. They were unable to form the words themself, their chest stuttering and breath hitching with every one of his thrusts.

“Yeah?” he breathed happily.

“Yeah.”

Frankie crashed their lips together as River moaned, his hips keeping the pace he knew they needed. River’s whole body stilled for a second before bucking into a slight staccato as their release wracked through them. They whispered into his mouth, their walls clenching around his cock tightly, trying to provoke his own release as well.

“C’mon,” they panted against his lips encouragingly. It didn’t take much after that, Frankie’s hips slamming into River’s as his cock twitched inside them violently, thick spurts and ropes coating their walls. His hips rolled in slow waves until the last drop left his cock. A low grunt left his lips as he looked down at their combined releases coating his shaft. River moved their hips back a little, more of it dripping out in the process. It made Frankie shiver all over, a wicked little grin on his face.

Quiet settled over the two of them as they caught their breath. River watched Frankie’s face go from tense to the most relaxed they’d ever seen him. They smiled up at him and cupped his face, kissing his nose sweetly. He opened his eyes at that, looking into their eyes and his cheeks warmed at the attention.

“Hey,” he smiled, voice rough.

“Hey, yourself.”

Frankie snorted and leaned down to kiss them deeply. He slowly parted their legs, moving out from between them carefully. River sighed into his mouth at the loss, the cum trickling out as his cock dragged against them. They felt empty, clenching around nothing, but reveling in the filthy feeling they had.

When they came up for air, River played with Frankie’s curls, all of them sticking up in every direction. They grinned and tapped him on the shoulder. “Be right back,” they hummed, crawling out from under him to go into their bathroom down the hall. Frankie watched their ass as they left and plopped down onto his back, one arm resting on his forehead. He shut his eyes and just focused on his breathing for a moment before he heard the toilet flush and the sounds of bare feet coming back into the bedroom.

He looked up and saw River crawling back onto the bed with a warm washcloth. They slowly started cleaning Frankie up, almost reverently. Frankie watched them quietly, his heart skipping a beat. He usually did this part, but was more than happy to be on the receiving end of it. As River finished, they tossed the washcloth into the hamper in their closet.

“You need anything? Water?” River smiled down at him. Frankie nodded and pulled them down for a quick kiss.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

River jumped out of the bed and made their way into the kitchen. Frankie got comfortable as he listened to them move around in there. He heard a small chirp at the door and a fluffy gray tail came in through the doorway. He smirked as Jonsey jumped up onto the end of the bed and got comfortable. Jonsey sniffed at Frankie’s toes before rubbing his head against them and curled up into a ball. He fell asleep pretty soon after that.

“Sorry, had to clean a glass,” River chuckled softly as they walked back into the bedroom, still blessedly naked. Frankie appreciated the view, and happily took the glass of water. He took a couple of big gulps and set it on the nightstand next to him.

River dug around in the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a hair tie. Frankie watched silently as they slowly pulled their long hair into loose braid. Their tattooed skin was slightly shiny from the perspiration of their coupling, making his stomach flutter. He smiled at their flushed cheeks as they tossed the long braid over their shoulder when they finished.

River crawled into the bed carefully, making sure not to wake up Jonsey. “Least he was polite enough to wait until we were done,” Frankie snorted, pulling River into his side. River giggled and kissed Frankie’s chest softly.

“True,” they said around a yawn. “I’m exhausted. You wore me out, old man.”

Frankie sighed in exasperation and laughed softly, kissing River’s hairline. “All that and you still call me old,” he grumbled.

“It’s an affectionate term.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he smirked. “Get some sleep.”

River nodded and got into the covers. They lightly pulled on his arm, kissing his shoulder. “You too, mister.”

Frankie obliged, pulling River close to his chest. Thick fingers passed lightly over River’s skin as their breathing evened out. Frankie stayed up for a bit and just let the moment settle into his heart. He looked down at the top of their head and placed a soft kiss to the crown before shutting his eyes himself.

The last thing he heard that night was the sound of River’s soft snoring. Frankie exhaled, heart feeling at peace for the first time in a long time.

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berlinini · 2 years

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my fav parts and random thoughts in no particular order after watching AOTV below the cut!

FULL OF SPOILERS (not joking!!)

This is the good stuff, since I can't help being a hater I have Thoughts™️ but I'm going to think about how to correctly articulate them, later on. I don't want to bring the mood down right now. Just want to recap all the amazing parts that stayed with me!

First of all, the most important moment of the 82 minutes: Oli whispering to the camera that Scala was better than any one direction gig. The only thing that matters. Pick someone supportive <3 Oli is the secondary character that you wish will get a spin-off. He’s so funny and articulated. I was already a fan of his but now I want to marry him.

Backstage footage of before and after portland n2!!! It was crazy! So glad we got to see that!

“Minimum stress, maximum bless” - Matt in the lagoon, pretending to smoke a joint…. He is adorable.

LTWT Dallas you will always be special LTWT Santiago you will always be famous Bigger Than Me and Milano San Siro you will always be iconic That's it that's the tweet

Fearless during the latam leg!!! YAAAAS

Unseen footage of the Black Sabbath t-shirt!! Really his favourite shirt!

No mention of AFHF 2021 or 2022, which I found weird.

The London livestream excerpt being Copy 💕💕💕

Louis being a dad is as hot as Louis being a daddy. I don't want to have children, but with him raising my kid I would change my mind in one second.

The mentions of the “dark times” that lasted 2 years post hiatus/ personal tragedies are mentioned by third parties, not Louis. No details are mentioned. So, we have to keep guessing, though he 'said' pretty much everything with Saved By A Stranger :(

No hot Luke :(

Saturdays was written in Mexico in 2021?! At least that’s the song they put over the footage. And that’s what he was recording at Wendy Studio when we got pics of him in summer 2021. I think that song means a lot to him? Given how it made the setlist of the FITF LIC?

Yacht footage... SO HOT It was paella they were eating so that’s what Louis was saying in the IGTV - remember the debate around it? I'm saying this just to claim that I was right.

I fucking lost it at the scene on the band where they talk about being a close band and Louis not being a snob #foundfamilytrope #bandofidiotsthatilove #bigbuttbiggerheart

Louis jumping from the boat with his little yellow shorts gave me 10 lifes

There’s a sequence at the end with All this time playing and it made me lose it.... that fucking song.

The film ends on a very positive note, the last words but also some post credits footage. Faith in the future 💕

Credit song is Bigger Than Me…. Yeah you’re crying

Liam Payne what were you doing half naked in a hotel room with Louis in Madrid?!?!?!?!

Why was Louis half naked before the last 1D performance. Actually from the footage he could have been stark naked… we don’t even see a boxer band. All the boys are dressed for the stage and he’s just having a pep talk naked. Not that I’m complaining…..

Incredible sweater he wears with Freddie on the beach. Vintage fashion queen. Again, Dad!Louis is rocking my socks off. His haircut and beard was just... He's hot. That's all. He's fucking hot.

So much footage of Louis dancing!!!! I could fix him but whatever he’s got going on is way funnier.txt

Btw I was right, sometimes Oli looks like Alex Turner, it’s true. The big expressive eyes and the nose I guess. IDK now I just really want to sit on his face. Anyways. Did I say he was the true star of the film? They're married btw.

Needless to say, it’s fascinating to hear Louis talk and see him too. I loved the footage from the stage - since it’s filmed from behind, we get a whole new perspective from what we saw in the livestreams. He looks so good on stage! He's in his element! He's magnetic!!! I love him.

It's great to see his bandmates featured so much, and to see how the big venues were also important to them, and how they bonded and how Louis is a special person. Also loved his family and his friends being featured. Some parts about his mom were very emotional and I appreciate that they showed a moment in which it's his granddad that cries - as we know it's not often that we see men crying. And I could see so much of Louis in his grandpa, especially the sense of humour. Matt V and Chris can fuck off tho <3

That's it for now! Just thinking about it made me emotional again! I wish I wasn't this emotionally invested in some random British man's wellbeing but what can I do!

As the saying goes, but I love him your honor!

#louis tomlinson #all of those voices #aotv

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polarisbibliotheque · 6 months

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A bit about the comic I'm working on - Weisse Rose!

Hello my dearest cryptids! Today I'm here to spread the word of our lord and savior, mothman

Ok, ok, not starting a weird cryptid cult yet but I've been commenting sparsely about a comic I've been thinking about, designing and trying to get on paper for the last year but never REALLY talked about it...

Lo and behold, it's called Weisse Rose - and I made a tumblr just for it, @weisserose-comic !

I haven't posted anything yet, but I've been planning to get it ~out there~ around April. Of course, my health got the best of me and I would have to postpone my plans yet again, but I decided to work with what I got a vastly decaying body that I keep fighting against almost 24/7 this bitch

The main vibes I want with Weisse Rose is David Bowie's song, Heroes. On this post, I'll tell you a little about the characters and overall story I want to work on - because I love blabbering about character development and endless writing :')

And hey, you may also like this sort of story from me and decide to read it eventually!

So, Weisse Rose - the main idea I had was "a bunch of punks punching nazis and I've gotta find some plot to it". And well, found the plot, it's a lot more than punks punching nazis, but this soul is still there hahahaha

I decided to write it because my country is increasingly leaning to the far-right, nazi movements are getting stronger by the day, censorship is leaning over our heads like the ghost of a far-right leaning military dictatorship we had less than 40 years ago in my country, we were on the brink of a coup d'état for another far-right dictatorship by a madman and, honestly, it's scary. I'm scared.

I've had some pretty bad disappointments with politics and life over the last 5 years and what I'm currently watching is so harrowing - it gets even worse that everyone I live around seem to be ok with it. The classic "it doesn't affect me, I'm not gonna fight against it". And I needed to find a way to cope with ALL this maddening politics and extremist groups everywhere we're living with nowadays.

Enter Weisse Rose.

✨Overall Story✨

The story is about five 25 to 30 something year olds who are trying to find themselves in an increasingly hatred filled, fascist leaning world that seems to want to get rid of their very existence and only make their life miserable while claiming to uphold "morals, values, family, religion and the true beliefs in a world filled with filth".

The five characters - Martin, Diana, Santiago, Wasima and Wollfe - play together in a band (goth? punk? metal? industrial?) and will do everything in their power to go against the increasing censorship while trying to figure out how to pay the bills, have their own lives, deal with their traumas and flaws, navigate the world as alternative people, discover what they want for a living and try to make the most of it.

Also realizing that love is the only thing that can go against hate, how cliché

And it all starts with Marty being evicted because of noise complaints and an ass of a landlord, running to Diana to ask for help more like yell at her that he's homeless and desperate

I think I'll tell most of it through Marty's POV, kinda like he's the main character...? I don't know, I like everyone and EVERYONE'S THE MAIN CHARACTER, PERIOD. But well:

✨Meet the Characters✨

Marty (guitar/vocals/chaos) is a very loud and energetic guy, the nice one you'd give your life for, kinda chill but will get in a fight if you annoy him enough. Has a hard time setting boundaries and is constantly used because of his big kind heart bless his soul T-T. Has enough energy to power a whole city though, while...

Diana (drums/punching nazis) is the tsundere™ of the band, loves everyone but will never really say it, and has Marty glued to her like their life depend on it. She is the fire to his gasoline, so to speak, and is very easy to get in a fight - constantly seen in fistfights and needing backup and/or Marty to get her out of there alive and care for her wounds. Strong but caring personality, that's why she has a "platonic hate" relationship with...

Wollfe (guitar/vocals 2/manwhore) is the tall, dark and handsome™ of the group, but honestly the walking trash-boy you should never give a shot. Serial womanizer, will only have sex and doesn't do relationships 'cause trauma BUT extremely loyal and WILL go above and beyond for the people he truly loves. Diana and Wollfe have the platonic hate relationship but, still, he's the first one who's always backing her up in fights bless his 6'2 body and is always being a flirty bitch with every single walking thing alongside...

Wasima (DJ/synths/siren), or Mata Hari, the well known LGBTQ+ underground club DJ - a powerhouse of a woman, can get every single human on their knees, can and will use her beauty and looks to kill if she wants to. Happy fun-loving lesbian, is always playing at a different club and dragging Diana along so she can teach her how to have some fun... And to have a nice bodyguard too. She would be the daughter of Aphrodite and Diana would be the daughter of Ares, so they happily see each other as sisters - just like Wasima sees a brother in...

Santiago (bass/chill/band Jesus), otherwise known as Jesus because, well... He looks like Jesus. Is from Roma family descent and is the chill, free soul of the group - peace, love and please let's not get into fights. Behind that calm and Jesus-like personality, lies the man who, when they get to play, always power-stands by Diana's side on the drums and headbangs furiously with her, making the most vicious, heaviest music they've ever heard. Will hug everyone afterwards, though.

All of them have their own bunch of problems. Wasima is arabic and insecure about everyone around her, Santiago is of roma descent and still struggling with acceptance and what he wants, Diana is an immigrant in the country they live and has some serious health issues, Wolffe is a runaway with one hell of a difficult and abusive family and Marty is a neglected kid who left home trying to find himself.

They all have a reason to be persecuted in increasingly far-right leaning politics and countries - they all have reasons to be hated by fascists, nazis and whatever other extremist groups you can think of.

So yeah, things will start nice, but there are so many things lingering under the surface that, sooner or later, they will have to deal with.

And that's what I want to write about on Weisse Rose!

✨And why "Weisse Rose", you might ask?✨

It's the name of an anti-nazi resistance created during WWII in Germany - the White Rose, in English. We tend to remember the people who endorsed the extremist views and who committed horrible crimes, but we end up forgetting the ones who stood up for the right thing. The Weisse Rose did - I know the last thing they'd want is a story about a bunch of chaotic punks fighting far-right politics, but still... It's a little nod to the guts they had to fight back.

Because hell, now I get it. It must've been SO scary doing what they did. And they went out there and did anyway, they resisted. They called out crimes. They called out racism. They called out dehumanizing of so many people. And they must've been so scared. I know I am.

By no means I think my little comic will be this huge Resistance Act™, but it's my way of coping, resisting and not shutting up when I'm seeing so much happening and feel like I can't say anything.

Maybe I can't, but Weisse Rose can. And I'll be writing, drawing and all that - even if slowly because of my health. But I will do it!

If you think it might be for you, if you're curious and want to know more about it, support and read this other story I'll put out there, do follow @weisserose-comic ! I'll be posting more things about the characters, sketches, little illustrations and, hopefully, the first chapter quite soon!

Disclaimer: I feel like I should say this though; as you guys may have noticed, it'll be 18+. I'm not inclined to censor things on this comic nor avoid delicate/taboo subjects. I will ask a lot of media literacy and interpretation, though, because I won't be explaining/making things horribly obvious. It would kinda defeat the whole purpose of the comic if I did that: the characters are flawed, I'm not romanticizing anything, people are complex, and shit will hit the fan basically hahahaha if it's not your cup of tea, you can always not drink it ;)

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