#everyone stop when you’re doing and wish Frankie a happy birthday

[bluebelleisabelle]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MX. STEIN MY BELOVED !!!

[iamumbra195]

Random One Piece incorrect quotes cause I'm bored

Some of these are modern au though

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*Sanji's not there*

Usopp: HELP! I TOLD LUFFY I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Zoro, pouring alcohol directly into a cereal bowl:

Zoro: And you thought I could help?

...

Luffy: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Nami : Wasn't Zoro with you?

Zoro: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised

...

Law: I trust Mugiwara-ya.

Penguin: You think he knows what he's doing?

Law: I wouldn't go that far.

...

Sabo: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Ace, confused: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Sabo: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Luffy: edible

...

Nami: We need to get through this locked door. Usopp, give me your credit card.

Usopp: Here.

Nami, pocketing it: Thanks. Luffy, kick down the door.

...

Chopper: You know those things will kill you, right?

Zoro, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.

Sanji, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.

Luffy: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

...

Robin: Why is Luffy so sad?

Nami: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes

Robin: And...?

Nami: He got Buggy

*Zoro cackling in the background

...

Zoro: Self care is actually getting into fights with randos in dark alleys.

Nami: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Kin'emon, trying to be poetic: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

Usopp: Lmao self care is taking Luffy's birthday meat cake just so I can eat the frosting.

Luffy: If you touch my meat cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Sanji, losing his mind: WHY IS THERE FROSTING ON MEAT?

...

Franky, about Jinbe: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Robin: Are we stealing them?

Brook: New or used?

Franky, cackling: Wonderful responses, both of you.

...

Smoker: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Sanji: Shit.

Usopp: Wait, three?

Smoker: Yeah?

Nami: OH MY GOD ZORO FELL OFF!!!

...

Kin'emon: Tonight, one of you has betrayed us.

Ashura: Is it me?

Kin'emon: No, it’s not you.

Denjiro: Is it me, Kin?

Kin'emon: It’s not you either.

Kanjuro: Is it me, Kin'emon?

Kin'emon, bleeding from several debilitating injuries:

Kin'emon, mockingly: Is IT mE kiN'eMOn?

...

Usopp: Can I be frank with you guys?

Luffy, confused: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Chopper: Can I still be Chopper?

Franky, snickering: Shh, let Frank speak.

...

Sabo: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Koala: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Sabo: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ROBIN-CHAN WITH ME

Hack, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

...

Law, walking into his submarine: Hello, people who do not belong here.

Zoro: Hey.

Sanji: Hi.

Robin: Hello.

Chopper: Hey!

Law: I gave you my vivre card for emergencies only!

Luffy, grinning: We were out of meat.

...

Sanji: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Luffy, drinking meat: Why do you say that?

...

Zoro: Do you take constructive criticism?

Nami: I only take cash or credit.

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Koala: Why are you on the floor?

Sabo: I'm depressed.

Sabo: Also I was stabbed, can you get Ivankov, please.

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Robin: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

*everyone looks ay Karasu

Karasu: What? How am I supposed to know?

Lindbergh: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Karasu: *sighs*

Karasu: You wouldn't be trapped

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Vivi: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Nami: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Vivi: Yes!

Usopp: ... I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

...

Usopp: WHY. why did you give Luffy a KNIFE?!

Zoro, shrugging: He said he felt unsafe.

Usopp: Now I feel unsafe!

Zoro: ... would you like a knife?

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Dragon: What did you do with the target's body?

Sabo : What didn’t I do with the body?

Dragon:

Sabo: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully.

...

Luffy, texting Ace: Ace! Help I’m being kidnapped

Ace: Where are you?

Luffy: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Ace: I’ll call Gramps.

Garp, answering their cell: Y’ello?

Ace: Where’s Luffy? He texted me that he was being kidnapped.

Garp: Luffy? Whaddya mean, he's right next to me-

Garp, who shaved his head:

Garp: I’ll call you back. *hangs up*

Garp: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!

Luffy: WHO ARE YOU?!

...

*Ace, Sabo and Luffy sitting in jail together*

Sabo: So who should we call?

Ace: I’d call Gramps, but I feel safer in jail

...

Roger: Garp, my old arch enemy.

Garp: ... I thought I was your only arch enemy?

Roger: I have a life outside of you, Garp

...

Zoro: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Luffy: The cow???

Zoro: What?

Sanji: *disgusted shudder* LUFFY, W H Y?

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Usopp: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 billion berry?

Zoro: Nami can stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house and erase my debt

Luffy: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 billion.

Zoro: Good thinking.

...

Kin'emon: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Denjiro: You were flirting with O'Tsuru.

Kin'emon: So what? She's my wife.

Denjiro: You asked her if she were single.

Kin'emon:

Denjiro: And then you cried when she said she wasn't

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Marco: What time is it?

Ace: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

Ace: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Izou: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

Ace, proudly: It’s 2 am

...

Luffy: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Law: You people already know too much about me.

Kidd: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

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Sabo, an enabler: Tell Ace about the birds and the bees.

Luffy: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

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Brook: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

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Zoro: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

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Law: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

Bepo: Captain, no.

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Law: Nothing in life is free.

Chopper: Love is free!

Luffy: Adventure is free!

Robin: Knowledge is free.

Nami: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

...

Usopp: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Luffy will and will not eat.

Franky: Grass? Yes!

Usopp: Moss? Yes!!

Franky: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Usopp: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Franky: Worms? Sometimes!

Usopp: Rocks? Usually nah.

Franky: Twigs? Usually!

Usopp: Zoro's cooking? Inconclusive!

Chopper: How did you… test this?

Usopp: You just hand him stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it.

Chopper: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Nami: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SHOELACES WENT?

Robin: What about humans? He tried to eat Crocodile once

Everyone: ...

Usopp: I think I might be too afraid to ask

(Someone pls draw this one XD)

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Betty: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Koala: *turning to Sabo* How tall are you?

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That's it, this took forever to write lol

[pedroscurls]

chance encounters | pt. 3

character(s): Frankie "Catfish" Morales, fem!Reader, and brief cameo of the rest of our Triple Frontier boys at the end summary: It's your best friend's birthday - the first one without him. For the first time since losing him, you reach out for help.   word count: 4.7k a/n: This was honestly a really tough chapter to write... Hope you all enjoy. warnings: grief, mentions of death and alcohol abuse, subtle mutual pining between Frankie and Reader, mentions of a toxic relationship series masterlist | ultimate masterlist

You haven’t slept. Your mind won’t shut off. Tomorrow’s your best friend’s birthday and the first one without him. You can’t stop crying, can’t stop thinking of the possibilities of what you could have done differently in the weeks leading up to your best friend’s death. You had sent Benny a text saying that you wouldn’t be able to come in for tomorrow’s training and then turned your phone off, tossing it to the side as you lay on your bed. 

You can’t handle the texts or calls you’re sure you’re going to get tomorrow. 

You can’t bring yourself to even speak with your best friend’s parents, not wanting to reminisce about how good of a man he was, about how he was taken too soon, about how he should still be here because you think about this daily. Every second of every day, you think about him. Losing him has left a gaping hole in your heart that you’re sure won’t ever be filled. 

Fighting has temporarily distracted you, but when you’re not at Benny’s gym or competing, you’re stuck. The grief and loss comes at you full force when you’re alone. Your best friend had plans for his birthday; in fact, you were both going to take a trip out West to visit California and now, you’re sitting alone in your apartment. Without him. 

You’re still so angry at the world. How could life go on for everyone else when you’ve lost your best friend? All you can think about is the phone call you received from your best friend’s mom to tell you the news. It was early in the morning and you had plans to see him later that day. But you remember the sound of her voice, the tremble and shakiness, followed by constant sniffles. 

You knew it was bad news. 

“He got into a car accident last night and didn’t make it.” 

Even now, six months later, that dreadful feeling in the pit of your stomach lingers. Every time your phone rings, you’re expecting bad news and you’re always so quick to answer it. 

You should have reached out to your best friend that night. You should have put aside your dislike for the woman he was seeing to at least check in on him, should have should have should have.

You’re not only frustrated, but you’re filled with so much regret. So many things you wished you could have said, but now will never get the chance to. 

The woman he had been seeing leading up to the night of his death had been such a bad influence on him. You would be lying if you said that you and your best friend were on good terms when he died. In fact, you had gotten into an argument with him just a few weeks before the car accident, trying to talk some sense into him that the woman wasn’t good for him. You knew it. His family knew it.

But he was blind to it. 

He always did fall hard, oblivious to the most obvious of things. 

The regret you feel in the pit of your stomach continues to linger, a reminder of the fact that you didn’t even get to have a proper goodbye, that you didn’t even get to say you were sorry. 

When you’re alone, it’s all you can think about. If your best friend was happy with the woman he was seeing, wasn’t that enough? Wasn’t him being in love enough? 

No. 

The woman was – She wasn’t a good person, getting him to skip work just so that he can take her out, which almost always ended up with the both of them drunk and blacked out. Since meeting this woman, your best friend stopped training, stopped fighting. He wanted to do anything to make her happy, even if that cost him everything. 

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The next day, you’re seated on your couch with relentless thoughts swarming your mind. Today doesn’t feel the same without your best friend. On his birthday, you’d usually show up on his doorstep with a box of donuts and spend the morning together before you both go to work. But this birthday, without him, is hard. After six months without him, today feels much more lonely and you feel more empty than you have since you found out the news. 

When you turn your phone on, you see the endless amount of missed calls and text messages from both your best friend’s parents and also from Benny and the rest of the guys. You see Frankie’s name and without thinking, you dial his number. 

By the time it’s on the second ring, you begin to think that calling him is a mistake for plenty of reasons. One being that it’s way too early that the sun hasn’t yet even come up and second being–

“Hello?” Frankie’s voice sounds deeper over the phone and you realize in that moment that he’s provided the comfort that you didn’t know you needed, didn’t know that someone could ever provide for you after losing your best friend. “Everything okay?” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to call so early.” You say quietly, taking a deep and shaky breath. “That offer still stand? If I need you–”

“I’m here,” he interrupts all too quickly. “I mean, we’re here. The guys and I. Benny told us what today is and we wanted to give you your space.”

“Would it be okay if it’s just you?” you ask softly. “If that’s too much, then–”

“Send me your address. I can bring coffee and donuts. That okay?” 

Tears already sting your eyes, threatening to spill over as you feel your voice catch in your throat. “Y–Yeah, that’s fine. Are you sure it’s okay?” 

“I’m positive. Give me twenty minutes. I’ll see you in a bit, hermosa.” 

You’re dressed in shorts and an oversized hoodie by the time you hear the knock on the door. Your eyes are red, tears dry on your cheeks, but when you open your door and you see Frankie standing on the other side of it with a box of donuts and a holder with two cups of coffee, you feel��� Relief.

“Hey,” he says so softly. 

You open the door even further for him to step inside and he crosses the threshold, turning back to watch you shut the door. You gently take the cup holder from him to set the two cups of coffee down onto your coffee table. Frankie’s quiet, careful not to push too much, but he had noticed the look on your face when he opened the door. He knew that look all too well and he removed his shoes before setting the box of donuts on the coffee table. 

As he turns around to face you, he lets out a quiet breath when he feels your arms wrap around him so tight that it actually makes him feel warm inside. Your face is buried into his chest and Frankie carefully wraps his arms around you, feeling your body begin to tremble. After a few seconds, he feels his shirt stain with your tears and he holds you tighter, using both hands to run along your back. 

“Let it out,” he whispers. “Let it out.”

There’s something about Frankie that makes you feel like you can be completely vulnerable, that you can finally let go of everything that you’ve been holding onto. His strong arms around your trembling frame grounds you, ensuring that if you were to physically fall, he’d be there to pick you up. You feel one of his hands move to the back of your head, gently stroking your hair back as you continue to cry into his chest. 

A few minutes pass before you slowly begin to pull away from him, just enough to wipe the tears from your face. Frankie releases his hold on you, but lets his hands rest gently on your hips, ready at a moment’s notice to pull you back into his arms if needed. 

When you finally look up at him, eyes red and brimmed with unshed tears, Frankie feels his heart break. He always enjoyed seeing the rare instances when you would let out a quiet laugh or allow yourself to smile, but now… Now, you look completely broken and he realizes how much you had kept from him, from the rest of the guys. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper quietly. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. I just–” you sigh, taking a step back and watching his hands drop back to his sides. “I’m sorry.” 

“Stop,” Frankie says quietly. “Stop apologizing, hermosa. It’s okay.” Then, he gently takes your hand and leads you to your couch. He sits down next to you and reaches over the coffee table to grab the cup of coffee to hand it to you. He sees the distance in your eyes and it’s a stark contrast from the woman he had gotten so used to seeing, always training so hard and always so focused. 

“Want type of donut would you like?” You hear Frankie ask, looking over at him as you allow the cup of coffee to warm your hands. “I didn’t know what you liked so I got a bit of everything.” 

“Glazed,” you whisper. “I like glazed.” 

“Simple,” Frankie smiles. “I like it.” 

He grabs a napkin and then places a glazed donut on top of it, setting it in front of you. The silence fills your living room and Frankie isn’t sure what he should say to make you feel better; he isn’t even sure that there is anything to say to make you see that things will get better. He’s dealt with his own demons, with his own grief, especially in an unhealthy manner, so he wasn’t the person to tell you how to deal with yours. All he could do is just be here for you. 

“Do you–” Frankie begins and then shuts his mouth. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say.” 

You bite your lower lip. “Can you stop saying sorry?” you ask genuinely. “I– I’m tired of hearing it. It’s all I hear since losing my best friend.” 

Frankie nods and takes a sip of his coffee before setting it back onto the table. “Okay, hermosa. Tell me,” he sighs. “Tell me what I can do to help then.” 

You shrug, setting your cup onto the table and taking a small bite of your glazed donut. “I don’t know, Frankie.” 

Frankie bites his lower lip. He knows you’re hurting, knows that your mind is anywhere else but here with him, but he can’t help the way his heart flutters at the sound of his name leaving your lips. “Well, do you wanna talk about it? About him?” 

“He died in a car accident,” you begin. You know you need to talk about it because keeping it bottled in is becoming more and more difficult. “I– I failed him. He had always been there for me when I needed him, but when he needed me, I wasn’t there.” Tears begin to well up in your eyes again as you think about the last few months before your best friend’s death. All you could think about was the last conversation you had with him, asking why he was calling and if everything was okay and you knew, you knew that things weren’t and yet, you still decided to keep your distance. He had become a different person since he had gotten with the woman he was seeing and you didn’t want to be around her, around him, around them when you noticed the effect she had on him. 

“I should have stayed by his side. I should have–” you feel your breath catch in your throat as you keep your eyes focused on your lap. “I didn’t even get the chance to say that I’m sorry… didn’t even get to say goodbye. One minute he’s here and the next, he’s just gone.”

Frankie listens intently. He wants to tell you that he understands exactly how you’re feeling, that he and the other guys would be able to relate to you more than you think. During his time in the military, Frankie and the rest of the guys had lost plenty of men and with each loss, there was always a sense of guilt, regret, and failure that came with it. Guilt because they should have been more careful. Regret because maybe they shouldn’t have been there in the first place. Failure because they had lost men when they promised that it would be okay, that they would be safe. 

But instead, he remains quiet. He moves to rest his arm on the back of your couch, only lightly brushing his thumb across the back of your shoulder. He hopes that it’s enough of a reminder for you to know that you aren’t alone, that he’s still here. 

“How can life go on for everyone else?” you whisper quietly, voice trembling as you bring the sleeves of your hoodie to wipe away fallen tears. “I hated the fact that the day after he died, life just went on… How can that be? How can the world just continue? How can things just keep going when I’m here, stuck and without him?” You finally allow yourself to voice the thoughts that haunted you whenever you were alone. Saying it out loud made it seem so insignificant, so trivial. Of course life was going to go on. The loss only happened to you. Not everyone else. 

Frankie lets out a sigh and it’s enough for you to finally look up at him. His deep brown eyes are staring at you, soft and almost glossed over from unshed tears. You remember Frankie telling you that he and the rest of the guys were prior military and how they had lost a close friend a couple of years ago. Part of you wants to allow yourself to ask him, ask them how they can just continue their life after losing a friend, but another part of you doesn’t want to know. Because even after they lost a friend, they seem… Happy. 

And you don’t even think you’d ever get to feel that way ever again. 

“He died…” you say quietly, eyes staring into Frankie’s. “He died alone. He died without knowing how grateful I was for him, for our friendship. He died without knowing how much I cared for him, how much I would have done anything for him. He died without knowing how sorry I was that I… that I abandoned him.” Tears continuously stroll down your cheeks, eyes now red and lower lip quivering. You bunch your hands into fists, your nails digging into your skin as you feel the anger and frustration run through your veins. “It should have been me. He had so much left to live for, so many people that cared for him, and I–”

“And you do too,” Frankie finally interrupts. He reaches out to take your hands into his own. He can see the anger racking through your body, can see the white in your knuckles from how tight you were clenching your fists. He gently runs his thumbs across your knuckles, silently begging you to unclench your fists because he’s sure if you continued, you’d probably draw blood. “It’s hard to carry that guilt and regret around…” he continues. “It’s debilitating, wishing that you could just change things but knowing that you can’t.”

You nod in agreement. Every waking moment, you try to think of things that you could have done differently, things you should have said, and you’re always left to wonder if it would have made a difference. 

If you hadn’t created your distance and set your boundaries, would he still be alive? 

If he had just listened to your advice and broken up with that girl, would he still be alive? 

Would he still be alive? Would he still be alive? Would he still be alive? 

Thoughts swarm your mind and you pull away from Frankie to look down at the box of donuts, biting your lower lip. “I’m never going to get over this,” you whisper. “I’m never going to forgive myself. I’m never going to forgive her.” 

“Her?” Frankie asks. 

“His girlfriend. She–” He sees your hands bunch into fists again. “She’s the reason why we stopped talking, the reason why I distanced myself from him, why I couldn’t just be around him or them. After so many years of friendship, he chose her and it fucking hurt, Frankie. He couldn’t even see how toxic she was…”

“I’m sor–” Frankie stops himself, remembering what you had told him earlier. “Have you… Have you talked to her?”

“No.” You say with gritted teeth. “She was the reason why he got into that car that night. They were drinking and she–” You stand up, beginning to pace in your living room, fists at your side. You wanted to hit something. You wanted to scream. You just wanted your best friend back. “If I ever see her again, I’m going to beat the living shit out of her and–”

Frankie interrupts you and gently places his hands on your shoulders to stop you from pacing. You’re fuming and he can see, clear as day, that your grief from losing your best friend is not only stemmed from your guilt and regret, but also your hatred for this woman. It was a bad combination and he’s seen plenty of times what that can do to someone. 

“Did he love her?” Frankie asks.

“That’s not the point.”

He sighs and repeats, “Did he love her?” 

“He said did.”

“Was he happy?” 

“He said he was.” You bite your lower lip and stare up at Frankie. “My best friend… When he falls, he falls hard. He would have done anything for her and she– She just couldn’t stop drinking and eventually, he decided it was better to be with her than to lose her. So… He started drinking, just to keep up with her. How could that be love? How could he have been happy? He sacrificed everything just to be with her!” 

“Love makes you do stupid things,” he shrugs. 

“Yeah, well, look where love fucking got him,” you spit out. “He’s dead. He’s dead because of her. He’s supposed to be here, we’re supposed to be celebrating his birthday today and instead… I’m here without him.” 

Frankie pulls you into his arms again and almost instantly, he feels you lean against him as your body begins to shake. You’re crying again and this time, it won’t stop. Your sobs filter the entire living room, echoing down the hallway and into your bedroom. You don’t remember the last time you cried - maybe when you first found out your best friend died. You wish you could say that this was cathartic, that it felt like a relief to be able to let it all out, but it does the opposite. It’s not a relief. It’s not cathartic. All you can think about is your life without your best friend. For so long, it had always been just the two of you against the world. 

And now, you’re all alone. 

“Well, how about,” Frankie whispers, rubbing your back. “How about we go and do something he would have done today?”

“We– We were supposed to go to California, take a trip out there,” you whisper. “He wanted to see the west coast sunsets. Every week, we’d go to the beach, bring some food, and just watch the sunset.”

Frankie nods and pulls back enough to bring his hands up to wipe your tears away. His hands linger, cupping your cheeks before he lets them drop to his side. “Okay,” he whispers. “Okay.” 

—

You and Frankie were watching a movie when you fell asleep against him. It was the first time in a very long time that you felt like you could rest without the nagging thoughts. Talking about your feelings and your grief with Frankie did help, but it helped just enough to allow yourself to sleep. 

He looks down at you and sees you sleeping, lips parted slightly and he thinks it’s the first time he’s ever seen you so… peaceful, like you’re not being weighed down by your thoughts. He remembers what you had told him earlier.

We’d go to the beach, bring some food, and just watch the sunset.

Slowly, Frankie stands from the couch and watches you lie on your side on the couch. He grabs the blanket from the back of the loveseat to drape over you before he grabs his phone and walks out to your patio. He had gotten to your apartment so early in the morning that he didn’t even realize he missed breakfast with the rest of the guys. So, when he finally looks down at his phone, he sees the missed calls and text messages from Will, Benny, and Santiago. 

Where are you, Fish? 

Getting a little bit worried here, hermano. 

Call us when you get the chance. 

Frankie knows that while he has been sober for over two years now, there will always be the concern and worry in the back of their minds that maybe he would relapse. He couldn’t even blame them; he had put them through so much in the last ten years. 

Dialing Santiago’s number, it rings only once before Frankie hears the other man on the other end.

“You missed breakfast. What happened?” 

“Do you remember what Benny told us today was?” 

There’s a long silence, followed by a quiet “shit” from Santiago. 

“She called me super early this morning and asked if I could come over and keep her company. I’ve been here ever since. I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner, it’s just– I couldn’t find the best time.” Frankie says with a sigh. 

“Is she doing okay?” Santiago asks, concern laced in his voice.

“No,” Frankie answers immediately. “Not at all.” 

“Shit,” Santiago repeats. “Well, I’m glad she called someone and I’m glad she called you. Are you doing okay too?” 

Frankie shrugs to himself. “I don’t know, if I’m being honest, Santi. Bringing back a lot of memories, but I– It’s hard to see her like this.”

“Do you want us to come over? Do you think she’d want us there?” 

“Maybe not at her place, but I have an idea. Can you and the rest of the guys meet me at the beach this afternoon? Buy a couple of pizzas. No alcohol. Get some blankets set up for all of us?” 

“Of course, Fish. I’ll call Benny and Will right now. Anything else?” 

“Flowers. Any kind. I’ll leave that up to you guys.” 

“You like her, don’t you?” Santiago says softly. “Haven’t seen you like this in– Well, you know, I don’t think I’ve actually ever seen you like this.” 

Frankie chuckles and turns around. He can still see you sleeping from the patio and there’s a warmth that he feels settle in the pit of his stomach. “Too early to tell, Pope.”

“Always been a bad liar, Fish.” Santiago chuckles. “But okay, we won’t push it. We’ll see you both later.” 

Frankie hangs up the phone and walks back inside. He sees you stir and bring your legs to your chest, leaving space open at the end of the couch for him to sit. When he does, you stretch your legs back out and rest it against his lap. Frankie bites his lower lip and gently rests his hands on your ankles as he turns his attention back to the television, not even paying attention to the movie that was playing. 

He knows Santiago was right, though. Frankie does like you and he feels like maybe - one day - you will feel the same way. He wishes he could take away your pain, could just hold you and tell you that things will be okay, but he can’t. All he can do is be there for you, in any way that you’ll have him. 

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“You ready?” Frankie asks, seeing you walk down your hallway to meet him back in the living room. You had spent the rest of the day sleeping on the couch, only getting up to go to the bathroom or curl against Frankie. He can see how much you needed this, how much you needed the rest. 

“Where are we going?” You ask, grabbing your bag and draping it over your shoulder. You had changed into a pair of jeans, but keeping the oversized hoodie on. 

“You’ll see. You hungry?” 

“I can eat,” you reply, following him out of your apartment. You lock the door behind you and reach out for Frankie’s hand, finding that you like having him close, like feeling his touch. “Sorry.” You’re about to release his hand until Frankie tightens his grip around yours, pulling you closer to him.

“Don’t be. Come on.” 

You’re seated in the passenger seat of Frankie’s truck, staring out the window as you feel the wind blow in your hair. The sun is about to set in just over an hour and the temperature dropped drastically. You can feel Frankie’s eyes on you every time he stops at a red light, but with you keeping a hold on his hand the entire ride, it eases his mind. 

When Frankie pulls into the parking lot of the beach, you bite your lower lip and notice Benny’s truck when he parks right next to it. Slowly, you climb out of the car and turn to look up at him once he shuts the car off and climbs out as well, tears already beginning to well in your eyes. 

“You said you and your best friend would watch the sunset and eat some food, right?”

You nod. 

“I figured this is the closest you can get to feeling like he’s still here with you,” he says softly. “But if it’s too much–”

You interrupt him with your arms wrapping around him once more. You’re crying quietly into his chest, but this time, you feel a sense of happiness wash over you. Since losing your best friend, you had avoided going to the beach, avoided watching the sunset because you didn’t want to think about him. You didn’t realize that this was what you needed. 

“And the guys are over there, waiting for us,” Frankie whispers into your ear. “We got pizza, got some blankets set up, and we can all watch the sunset together.” 

You nod and pull away from him, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie. Frankie takes your hand and laces your fingers together slowly, leading you onto the sand and walking towards the rest of the guys. You feel a warmth wash over you, like maybe things could get better, like maybe you could get through this. 

Santiago, Benny, and Will all wave in your direction and once you’re within reach, you release Frankie’s hand to hug each of them so tight. 

“Thank you,” you whisper after pulling away from each of them. “Today was just–” Tears slowly trickle down your cheeks and you bring the back of your hand to wipe them away. “Just thank you.”

“All Frankie’s idea,” Benny smiles and hands you the bouquet of flowers. “We’re here for you, always.” 

You take the flowers in your hand and clutch it to your chest, staring at the four men who have made a home in your life and you feel the gaping hole in your heart slowly begin to mend with the help of Benny, Will, Santiago, and especially Frankie. 

“You’re our girl,” Santiago says. “You won’t ever have to be alone.” 

Will nods in agreement. “And we’re always here to listen. This is something you don’t have to deal with alone.” 

You bite your lower lip and pull the four of them into a group hug. With their strong arms holding you so tight, you feel so much hope that you could get through this, that maybe you could move on with your life, that maybe this was your best friend’s doing… Sending these four guys into your life after he passed. 

“Can we eat now?” Benny chuckles, pulling away and plopping down on a blanket and opening the box of pizza. 

Santiago and Will join him as you take a seat on another blanket, bringing your legs to your chest. Frankie rests a hand next to you and he feels you lean slightly against him, head resting on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Frankie,” you whisper. “I didn’t realize that I needed this.”

“Like Santi said, hermosa,” he says quietly, looking down at you and into your eyes. “You’re our girl.”

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Thaddeus (over the phone): So, I suppose I should be saying happy birthday now?

Juliette: You know it’s not my actual birthday Ted. Grand-mere just wanted us to celebrate together.

Thaddeus (over the phone): I know. I also still think it was very kind of your grandmother to do this for you all.

Juliette: Yes... or maybe she was just using us as an excuse to escape from Marseille

Thaddeus (over the phone): Are you having fun?

Juliette: I am... but I wish you were here

Thaddeus (over the phone): Well isn’t it enough for now that we’re under the same sky?

Juliette: No, that’s not good enough for me. Especially since everyone here has someone to be with. Jackie is with Ollie, Frankie is with KB and I’m... by myself

Thaddeus (over the phone): You have it better than them when you think about it?

Juliette: How so?

Thaddeus (over the phone): When the party ends, Ollie and KB will be leaving to go to sleep in their own rooms. But I won’t have to. 

Juliette: You mean you’ll stay on the phone with me the entire night?

Thaddeus (over the phone): If I have to. If that’s what it takes to cheer you up

Juliette: If your intention was to make me miss you more, you succeeded

Thaddeus (over the phone): (laughs) I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be making you feel better

Juliette: Well I appreciate that you’re trying

Thaddeus (over the phone): I’ll make it up to you when you get back. But for now I think you should go enjoy the rest of your party. 

Juliette: Next week can’t come fast enough

Thaddeus (over the phone): Just in case it takes its sweet time to come, I’ll call you again tomorrow, okay?

Juliette: Okay

Andrea: Hey Jules!

Juliette: Goodness! You startled me. 

Andrea: Sorry

Juliette: No it’s fine. What brings you out here? 

Andrea: Um... your mom asked me to check on you since you’ve been out for a while.

Juliette: How kind of you. You really have grown up, now you’re the one checking up on me

Andrea: I’m not a little kid anymore you know

Juliette: Maybe, but I’m an adult and you’re still in high school so you’ll probably always be a little kid to me

Andrea: That’s really unfair Jules. I’m a grown man. I’ll prove it!

Juliette: Andrea stop! Are you insane? What is wrong with you!?

Maxime: Shouldn’t I be the one asking that question?

Andrea: Maxi-

Maxime: You disgust me... both of you

Juliette: Maxi! Wait! D*** it!

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[kedsandtubesocks]

ERIKA, MY LOVE!!!!!!! i didn't realize it was your birthday and i DEEPLY APOLOGIZE 😭😭 school is frying my brain and it SUCKS i'm so sorry, hun 🥺 BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETIE!!!! for your game thing i will send 💖and🔮 because of course!! i just had to!! i hope your birthday has been amazing and sweet to you ♥♥

ERIN MY BELOVED OH MY GOODNESS YOU’RE THE BEE’s KNEES PLEASE doN’T APOLOGIZE!!

And my actual birthday is tomorrow I just wanted to celebrate early LOL so you really are all good!!! I’m sorry school has been icky I’ll go beat it up for you ☺️

But please you still taking the time to rush over and send the best birthday wishes you’re an actual angel I appreciate you 🥹 THANK YOU SO MUCH MI AMOR!!!

💖let’s get you a Pedro boyfriend babe

Okay maybe it’s been you writing for Frankie but even when I wanted to pair you off with Jack… dear catfish would NOT leave me alone lol! And I think that’s the sweetest aspect of Frankie, he’s sturdy, loyal and persistent without being overwhelming ya know? And that would just fit you perfectly with you Erin! You and him would just get each other, like there isn’t a need for big dramatic grand gestures of love but instead the steady understanding of trust that speaks even louder! Plus I see him and you having the cutest insides joke cause I believe in my heart he has the BEST sense of humor! He would love to help you study as well as remind you when to get up and take a fun dance break lol but yeah Erin and Frankie Forever I’m gonna go carve it into the side of his helicopter now heehee ☺️

🔮 oo, let’s do a tarot reading!

So I’m gonna keep the Erin/Frankie Vibes going and do my headcanons for y’all!

Frankie is a BIG rock fan I just Know It and the way you guys would talk music would last for hours!!!

He is…not very good as video games LOL and I see you teasing him about being a pilot and having to understand so many controls and buttons yet he can’t even play a simple Mario platform game but he’s so endearing!! So he LOVES to watch you play instead and becomes so invested in the storylines! Plus he does the cute thing when a boss is doing damage on your character he yells “Hey! Stop hurting my baby!” But out of all the video games you play he becomes such a animal crossing fan 🥺 (and yes boomer is his favorite villager lol)

Oh the way he would hit it off so well with your mom is making my heart MELT!! He’s such a “wins over everyone’s parents” boy and he always brings her flowers whenever he visits because his mama raised him right ☺️ plus I also see his family adoring you too!!!!

Erin you made my day so amazing and sweet! 💝🥺 I am giving you a million kisses thank you so much for being one of the best pals I could ever find in the chaos that is the Pedro fandom lol LOVE YOU!!! 😭💐💕

[astroboots]

💕💖💓💗💞HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💕💖💓💗💞

@thirstworldproblemss !!!!!

Biggest of thank you to the loveliest and insanely talented @frying-panties who created this beautiful birthday present. Their commissions are open and to die for! I cannot thank them enough!!!

From one clown to another, happiest of birthdays my love, I'm waiting thru the secret trap door and into the "no boys allowed--only Frankie" clubhouse in the basement for you.

~ CiCi 🤡 💖 🤡

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From @frannyzooey

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Biggest birthday hugs to my beloved Thirst 💜💜

Who would have ever guessed that The Mentalist fanfic featuring lactating kink would have brought us together but at this point I’ve learned to stop questioning the things that bring me joy. And you, sweetheart, are one of them. Whether we’re thirsting inside the dm’s throwing hot and spicy snippets and wips back and forth, or having in-depth discussions regarding Big Dick Morales and his pj pants, or our need to give mister bounty hunter man a sweet and sloppy bl*w j*b, I want you to know that I appreciate you and your goofy silly beautiful caring self so much. You’re always asking how I’m doing and whenever I see you on my dash my heart does a little happy dance. I’m glad we exist in the same slice of time and I’m so grateful you continue to give me the time of day.

I love you lots and lots and I hope your girls and hubby spoil you today and every day.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE 🌼💞🧁💛

-luv, Cindy xo @keeper0fthestars

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From @jazzelsaur

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TWP

From the first time that you bound into my DMs, enthusiastic and a bit embarrassed about how my Marcus Pike, Kinktober lactation fic affected you, I have been charmed. It was such a joy to talk to you about it and see how it had opened you up to something that was in a sense taboo.

I know you thought I would probably say no to writing about it, but I’m going to be honest, your work blew mine out of the water! You are amazingly talented and the first draft that you sent to me made a shiver run down my spine. It was just hitting on every single nerve ending in my body and made me bow down in awe.

I was very honored when you gave me credit for inspiring you and I have just been continuously amazed by the content that you have put out and the world’s you have built within our fandom.

It has been a privilege getting to know you and experience your presence in our little corner of Tumblr. I hope you have the happiest birthday and wish you fully formed sentences and all the words that you could ever wish to express the stories you want to tell.

Love, Keri @absurdthirst

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From @yespolkadotkitty

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Dearest Thirst

I hate you. I hate you and your stupid kind words you leave on my stupid fics that make my heart swell up and think that maybe the world is a slightly better place than I thought. And I hate that you’re kind to EVERYONE and it makes me look bad in comparison.

I especially hate that you wrote that dumb A/B/O Mando fic that made me feel dumb things and also now apparently I’m into A/B/O? Dumb. Dumb and Stupid.

I hate you. Brandy

make that

I hate you. Love, Brandy @brandyllyn

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Dear twp

A little birdy told me it was your birthday soon, soo...Happy Birthday!!! I'm so glad to have known you for even a portion of your last sun rotation. Your presence in this place is such a delight- you always have an encouraging (or horny 😏) word to share, and I will forever be grateful that you chose to bestow some of those words upon me ❤ I hope good things happen to you, including that you get to eat as much cake as you can stand on your bday (of the culinary OR smutty variety 🎂🍑😌)

Love, Rachael xoxo @thosewickedlovelies

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From @songsformonkeys

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Hello my dear! I hope that this year's birthday finds you with a tasty meal, an indulgent dessert, lots of rest, and all the thirsty fic you desire! You're such a light on this site, and in the world. Always so kind and friendly, and I can't help but smile every time I get a comment from you. Take care of yourself, and enjoy the coming year. Happy birthday!!!

From @f0rever15elf

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Dear TWP

Happy birthday!!! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate and admire your kindness, creativity, talent, and endlessly encouraging nature. I feel like I can wander into your DMs with anything, no matter how silly, sappy, angsty, or niche, and be met with a positive, cheerleading response. The way that you balance your fandom life with real/family life is so impressive to me and I feel privileged to get to be a little part of it. Sending you sweet wishes for the brand new year ahead of you! ❤️❤️❤️ - Mary

From @alwaysbethewest

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From @knittingqueen13

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To TWP

who stands atop the Marcus Pike respect hill with me and who is one of the most talented and nicest souls I have had the pleasure of meeting, wishing you a wonderful birthday and year ahead! You deserve nothing less! Thank you for all you do for this fandom and for your friends!

From Ren @the-ginger-hedge-witch

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Darling TWP

I've never known a writer more prolific at being able to turn me onto kinks I thought I was FOR SURE not into. But I never stood a chance against your talent and the gifts you give through your writing. I can only hope you receive as much richness and happiness in life as your work gives to us as readers! Thank you for always being one of the most selflessly kind, filthy and wonderful souls I've had the pleasure of meeting! I hope you have the most amazing birthday and a year full of joy and good memories

From Rachel, @djarinsbeskar

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From @astroboots

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TWP

I could thank you for being a pillar of persistent support and sunshine in this community, but I’m sure others have already done that. I could tell you that without your encouragement and help there’s a lot of fics out there right now that wouldn’t exist, but I reckon you already know that. I could tell you that your writing is always a delight to read and you’ve inflicted upon us all things we didn’t even know we were into, but I definitely know you know that one (🤣).

So I’m gonna settle for this one: Thank you for giving a damn. Not just about content and fiction and posts, but all us idiots behind them. Thank you for taking the time to check on us when we’re low. Thank you for loitering with us on your phone when you’re pinned under a sleeping kidlet and can’t move. I hope you know we love you right back.

And oh yeah -

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!🥳🎂🎁🎊💖

From Medsie/Liesey/ @loversandantiheroes

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TWP

I haven’t had very long to get to know you but it’s already incredibly obvious just how kind and wonderful a person you are <3 So happy happy birthday dear!! I hope you find a little peace for yourself today and get to do something you really want to.

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From @mourningbirds1

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A very happy birthday to twp

and many, many thanks for being an absolute delight and bright spot on my dash for the better part of the past year. You have impeccable taste, an eye for detail, and a level of writing that frankly astounds me; your narrative cohesion is flawless, and I have loved getting to see every piece you have shared with the rest of us.

Thank you for weekly Monday night Mando hours, for a considerate level of worldbuilding in an incredibly spot-on ABO Mandalorian story, for the poly-TF vibes that may or may not have had a hand in inspiring me to start writing for Ben Miller, and for the first, and hottest 🔥🔥🔥, Marcus Pike fic/series I ever read; to get to see things from HIS perspective is frankly more than I can handle.

Everything you write and share is done with an incredible level of care, and it’s easy to see the kind and genuine person behind the blog who interacts with everybody else already singing your praises. Thank you for being lovely, have the happiest of birthdays, and my apologies for having always been anonymous until now 😂

From @softanon

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Dearest TWP

Happy birthday!! Another trip around the sun — and one that I am so lucky to have witnessed, even from a fandom distance. I am constantly inspired by your kindness, with your joy, and how tirelessly you work to encourage us in the fandom — from Mando Monday to fic reblogs and everything else. I am lucky to be a recipient of your thoughts, thots, and warm heart📷 I hope you have a special day filled with reminder how loved you are!!

xo, Cris @highsviolets

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[mandoalorian]

People Can See [Maxwell Lord x F! Reader] SMUT

Request by @luvzoria​: hey sweetpea! i have a req! you obviously don't have to do this but it's my birthday today and it gave me the idea of surprise sex? with any pedro character (personal favs tho : max lord, pero tovar, frankie, marcus moreno, and javier peña)surprise birthday sex 👀 in a risky public place maybe? public teasing? if you're okay with that!! again thanks hun!!

Rating: 18+

Warnings: SMUT— unprotected p in v, public sex, exhibitionism, creampie, Max has a daddy kink, a lot of teasing, fingering, and also mention of food.

Word count: 2.6k words

Authors note: Happy birthday lovey!​ Michelle, I'm sorry this is a few days late but this is for you angel! I hope it's okay and I hope you had a fab day all things considered. I send you all my love. Xx 

Masterlist

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you," the guests at your annual birthday gala hummed in unison as your favourite chef brought over your cake. Courtesy of your boyfriend Maxwell, it was a three tier chocolate cake with vanilla frosting and your name delicately placed on top in intricately detailed fondant.

"Maxie," you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes. You placed your hand on your boyfriend's thigh, rubbing it under the table. "This is too much. You shouldn't have." 

"Anything for you, my princess," he whispered, his warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear. Leaning in further, he pressed a kiss into your lobe, before giving it a small and teasing kitten lick. You grabbed his thigh even harder, your fingernails digging into his skin and giggled at your gesture. When he pulled away, he quirked an inquisitive eyebrow, as if to ask why are you giggling? He knew fine well. "Make a wish." he mumbled as he interlocked his fingers with yours.

There was no way you could possibly wish for anything. Dating Maxwell Lord meant that you could never want for nothing. He provided you with a beautiful home, lavish and luxurious clothes and jewellery, but most importantly he provided you with his love and warmth. You closed your eyes and wished that this happiness would last forever. There was no place you'd rather be, surrounded by your family and friends on your birthday— but most importantly, with Maxwell, the love of your life.

"You kept teasing me at the table." you muttered with a joking roll of your eyes. You and Maxwell were walking along the table filled with little bites to eat. Picking at the finger food, you both filled up your plates.

"Now sweetheart, you know that wasn't teasing," he chastised with a smirk. You nodded, knowing that he could do much worse. "Teasing could be you rubbing my thigh all night, huh? Did you think about that?"

As a matter of fact you had. Maxwell looked so handsome in his three piece tuxedo. The black pants and matching Armani jacket with the white button down suited him so well, but it didn't change the fact you desperately wanted to peel off that bow tie and have him gag you with it. You supposed it could wait until you got back to your hotel suite. You didn't answer, picking up a small item of food and shoving it into his mouth. He took it willingly, but stopped to wrap his lips around your finger, sucking teasingly.

"Maxie," you groaned wantonly. "People might see." He pulled off you with a pop.

"Let them watch." he shrugged casually before picking up another piece of food to go onto his plate.

Your birthday gala was a massive success, but you had no doubt it would be. Maxwell was always the best at hosting events. Your favourite part of the night was when he held you in your arms and you slow-danced to Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis, which was one of Max's all time favourites. You rested your head into your boyfriend's chest as his arms held your waist, swinging your hips in time with the music.

"You look absolutely stunning in that dress," Maxwell growled in your ear. You recognised that lilt in his voice immediately. Leaning back, you caught a glimpse of that primal look on his face, as well as a glint of lust in his already darkened eyes. "So glad to call you mine."

His hand maneuvered round to the curve of your ass and you felt your cheeks begin to heat up as you slowly looked around the ballroom, hoping nobody had noticed Maxwell's sudden onset affection. Thankfully, they hadn't. Other couples were too busy gazing into one another's eyes, or feasting upon the buffet on the other side of the room. In a crowded room, all Maxwell could focus on was you, his drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend.

"I love you." you confessed with a happy hum.

"I love you too darling." 

The night was still young but it seemed most people had taken a break from dancing, filing back to their tables to chat some more. You were making your way around all the different tables, wanting to make sure to speak to everyone and thank them for coming and bringing gifts. You slid into an unoccupied seat at the Black Gold Cooperative table, a huge smile on your face as you began talking to your old colleagues, and Max's employees.

Max approached you, holding a tired Alistair in his arms. Alistair, his son, was hugging one of your balloons tight to his chest as he fell in and out of sleep. "I'm gonna take Alistair back to our hotel room, he's exhausted," Maxwell announced and you nodded in affirmation before gently pressing a kiss into Alistair's forehead. "I won't be long." he promised before walking away.

"Mr Lord is so sweet for doing all of this for you," Raquel, Maxwell's assistant gushed.

"You know you can call him Max when he's not here." you giggled and Raquel blushed.

"Well I remember when Mr Lor- I mean Max first met you. He changed almost instantaneously. Less miserable, more polite. We all think you made him into a better person." Raquel revealed.

"Really?" you questioned, your eyes going wide at her revelation. The rest of the table nodded their heads in unison, confirming your question.

When Maxwell returned, his bow tie was slightly wonky and his hair had fallen out of it's style. You tucked a loose strand back into place. "You okay?" you pouted, letting your fingers trace the buttons on his shirt. You pulled out a chair next to you so he could sit down at the table.

"Yeah, Alistair couldn't settle so I had to sing to him," he frowned. "You should've been there," he chastised you teasingly. "You're usually the one who sings him lullabies."

You giggled, resting your head on Maxwell's shoulder. "You're such a good daddy."

Daddy— it was the word that set a fire in Maxwell's stomach and you knew it. Everytime you said it, you said it deliberately. You said it to gain a reaction out of him. You felt his body stiffen up and you watched as his hand slowly glide over his crotch, covering his hardening cock. It was crazy how just one word spoken by you could get him going. The rest of the table cooed and awed in delight at how sweet you both were, but even Max knew that your intentions were far beyond sweet. He'd been teasing you all night at your own birthday party, but two can play at that game.

Maxwell stayed silent for the next few minutes as you laughed and joked with your friends, telling them about how brilliant your birthday had been. He fidgeted awkwardly, his dark eyes watching you intently as you took small sips of your champagne and fumbled with the gold rings adorning your fingers. You were truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky.

When you were deep enough into conversation with Raquel about the brand new 1984 Polaroid camera Maxwell had gotten you, he took his chance to slide his hand up the hem of your dress. He peeled back the thin glittering sheath and drew small circles into the inside of your thigh. His actions almost took your breath away but you kept your cool, acting unfazed, like it wasn't even bothering you.

It would be okay. His hand was under the table cloth and nobody could see anyway. If he just wanted to stroke the soft skin of your legs, that was fine too. As long as you acted normal, pretending like your boyfriend wasn't touching you in front of all these people. You were doing a good job of seeming unbothered, it actually irked Max. He was doing all of this to see your reaction. He maneuvered his large, ring clad hand to the apex of your thigh, rolling the pads of his middle finger and index finger along your slick wet folds. You were evil for not wearing panties tonight. He couldn't believe how soaked you already were from just the slightest of touches, but, to be fair, you two had been teasing each other all night. His finger inched up to your clit and he began to swirl it around in tight circles.

The gasp you let out was almost inhumane and you felt your cheeks heat up. Maxwell kept working at you, trying to hide the smirk that graced his lips.

"Are you okay?" Raquel asked inquisitively.

Before you could even reply, Maxwell slid one thick finger into your aching core, doubling down until you felt his knuckles against your skin. "Y-yes," you choked out, reaching for your glass of champagne. "Think I just need a drink."

Your boyfriend continued to pump his finger in and out of you whilst sitting at the same table as his own employees. You kept taking sips of your drink to try and hide the longing moans that escaped your lips as he stretched you out. You felt wonderful around him, and he couldn't help but slip a second finger in. You made a fist, bunching up the material of your dress in your hand. When you began to feel your walls flutter around him, you knew your orgasm was approaching and that you wouldn't be able to stay quiet for him. You grabbed his wrist and shot him a knowing look. Slowly, he removed his finger from your core and you groaned at the loss of his fullness.

"Want more?" he whispered into your ear. You nodded quickly and he took your hand, whisking you away from the table and into a dark corner.

You began to palm at him through his pants, already eagerly trying to tug off his tuxedo jacket and pull off his bow tie. "C-can we go to the hotel room?" you asked, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. You pushed your body against his as his hands stroked your bare arms, relishing the moment.

"Oh honey, but Alistair's up there sleeping," Max cooed, shaking his head. You furrowed your eyebrows together in disdain.

"Maxieee," you groaned, pressing your thighs together. "But I need you."

The three words made Maxwell's cock twitch. He needed you too. He could already feel his precum begin to leak out from the tip of his manhood, staining his underwear. He looked around the ballroom. Everyone was too busy dancing and talking to notice you and Max had even left the scene. "Do you think they can see us?" he asked quizzically, his voice low as he brought his hand to your breast. He began to massage it through the thin material of your dress, giving it the occasional squeeze.

You contemplated his words. You were under a canopy, in the shadows. They probably wouldn't be able to see you from where they were standing, but if anyone approached this area, you'd soon become visible. "Right now? No, I don't think so." you hummed, weighing the scenario out in your mind. Max nodded his head in agreement before bringing his hand to your face. Under the dim light, his fingers still shone with your arousal, from when he had fingered you under the table earlier.

He brought his index finger to your lips, tracing them gently before pushing it into your mouth. You whimpered, sucking on his finger (just like he'd done to you earlier), and lapping up all your juices. Your bodies were pressed together and you began to run your knee over his erection, earning a few strangled moans from Max. "Now now Maxie, what are we going to do about this?" you hummed around his finger before he eventually pulled it away from you.

He looked around the ballroom once more, astonished that it had been a few minutes and no one had yet to see you both. He placed his hands on your hips and pressed you against the wall, unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his knees, along with his black pair of boxers. Your eyes widened when you saw how hard he already was for you, how desperate his thick cock was for your pretty little cunt. You dropped your hands to the base of his manhood and gave it a small stroke.

"Ngh— no," Max shook his head as he choked out a groan. "Just need to be inside of you." he confessed.

He pulled up your dress so it was bunched around your waist and propped up one of your legs, wrapping it around him. He pressed the blunt head of his cock against your entrance and you gasped wantonly, spreading yourself as open as you could and running your fingers through his hair.

"People might see." you whispered, grinding your pussy along his cock in desperation. He kept nudging himself against you, teasing, as always.

"You're so fucking hot," Maxwell whispered, gently pushing himself into you. His hand snapped up to your mouth, trying to silence your moans of pleasure as his thickness stretched you open. "You're so tight for me, aren't you princess?"

You couldn't even reply, and instead just nodded as the lust clouded your every thought. He doubled back before pushing himself completely into you, enjoying the way felt around his manhood. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, having you all to himself, not having to share you with anyway. He couldn't believe was fucking you in front of hundreds of guests at your own birthday gala— and you were letting him. "You- fuck, you take me so well." he praised.

"Oh Max, I don't think I'm gonna last long." you admitted, digging your fingernails into his dress shirt as he increased his speed. He was hitting that sweet spot inside of you everytime. 

"I'm gonna make you cum at your own birthday party," he announced with a low, gravely chuckle. "Gonna cum around daddy's cock, aren't you princess?"

"Mm, yes daddy. Please let me cum on your cock— ah!"

You bit down on his shoulder as his hips snapped into yours and you felt your climax undo, nothing but pure satisfaction washing over you. As Max felt you quiver around him, it spurred him over the edge and he spilt ropes of his seed inside of you, painting your pretty walls.

You stayed there for a few moments, against the wall, both heaving and panting, until Max's cock eventually softened and fell out of you. He sighed, carefully dropping you back to the ground and tucking himself back into his pants. You smoothed out his hair and he used his thumb to swipe away any of your smudged makeup.

"Happy birthday princess," he mumbled, pressing a sweet kiss into your lips. "Are you ready to go back to the party?"

You nodded happily, kissing him back. "I am. I love you so much."

Maxwell took your hand and held you close, the both of you heading back into the light and walking over to the dance floor. "I love you too." he revealed as he wrapped his hands around your waist and began to slow dance with you again.

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Hummingbird Heart Pt. II

A/N: You asked for it, I delivered. Maybe. Hoping. And very, very late. 

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales/F!Reader (No Y/N)

Summary: It has been almost four years since Frankie’s Hummingbird disappeared. But, she finally came back. 

Rating: T for canon typical violence

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, my love of sap, Tom, my overuse of italics to denote flashbacks  

I recommend reading part one!

Francisco watched his little girl blow out her candles as the partygoers hit an off key note in the song, wishing her a happy fourth birthday.

Will was running around with a camera, documenting all he could while Pope and Benny were busy setting up the small mountain of presents Carmen was bound to destroy as soon as she was allowed. Francisco stepped in and cut the overly large cake and made his daughter got the first slice and bite before handing out more of the sugary treat to everyone else. He was happy he went with white icing instead of red when he realized that all the kids were treating their shirts like napkins.

But Carmen, his little girl, was happy and laughing and how was she already four? He smiled as she caught his eye, icing smeared all over her face and chocolate cake stuck between her teeth as she waved at him—already feeling the sugar high. The cake was soon demolished and then the small hoard of children once again descended on the bouncy castle Pope had rented for the day as a surprise for Carmen. The boys helped them attempt to clear the icing away along with the remnants of the burgers and chips they’d had for lunch as the other parents supervised the bouncing preschoolers.

As Francisco was struggling with a particularly large glob of icing, Pope nudged his arm. “What?”

He nudged him again.

“What, m-”

The words froze in his throat, nearly strangling the air from his lungs. His hummingbird was here.

Her arm was in a sling and there was a bandage at her hairline but she still smiled despite a split lip.

And she was beautiful.

Francisco hadn’t realize he hadn’t moved until Pope nudged his shoulder with a murmured, “go, man. Go get your lady.”

“She’s not-”

“She is. Now stop talking to me. Go.”

“These bugs are bigger than my hand,” Benny muttered, swatting at something near his face.

Another leaf slapped Frankie in the face. He did not like the jungle. Any jungle. 

Or forest. At all.

“Where is she?” Tom nearly growled and everyone had to stop themselves from rolling their eyes. He was such a brat.

His Hummingbird had gone ahead of them, slipping through the trees with ease, to find a way into the safe house where their target was hiding. It was stupid, according to Tom. She was ‘too green,’ ‘too young,’ ‘too inexperienced’ to really know what she was doing.

“I told you I should have gone.”

“Right, because you’re so much more covert than a literal spy, Redfly,” Will bit out through tight teeth.

They continued along the path, weapons held in their hands, ready for anything. 

But maybe he should…go after her. Let the others hang back for his signal. As they continued on, the thought repeated itself over and over again. Go get her. Go after her. Make sure she’s safe. It wasn’t as if he doubted her abilities. If anything he was entirely aware of what she was capable of. But the thought persisted. He holstered his weapon and clapped Benny on the shoulder, telling him to stop. “I’m gonna go ahead—less noise with just one. I’ll radio you when I reach her.”

Will almost smiled. “Yeah, go get your lady.”

“Shut up, man.”

There was a rustle in the trees just to their left and each one of them readied their weapon, dropping into defensive positions, ready to take on the small army their target employed-

-but his Hummingbird emerged, a little wild-eyed and frazzled—but she was okay.

Francisco was the first one to drop his weapon and stepped through the slick mud to wrap his arms around her. She laughed as she turned to press her face into his neck, making him shiver.

“You good, Birdie?” Pope asked.

She pulled back just enough to smile at Pope and held up a flash drive and…a severed finger. “I’m great!”

They continued to speak but Francisco could focus on was how her warm hand hadn’t left his back.

Francisco was bounding up the stairs to his porch two at a time and pulling her into a hug that was probably too tight with her injuries but she was warm in his arms. Warm and soft and here. She was here.

“Hi, Hummingbird.”

“Hi, Frankie.”

She pulled back just enough to smile at him and he opened his mouth to say something when her eyes darted down. Hiding behind his legs was Carmen, her big dark eyes trained on the woman in front of him. Francisco stepped back and urged his daughter forward with a gentle hand on her back. Her eyes grew wider as she stepped forward. “Carmen, this is-”

“Daddy’s honny-bird!” The little girl cheered, recognition coloring her tone. “I know you.” And Carmen was so proud of herself. “Daddy has pictures of you inside our house.”

She knelt down to look his daughter in the eyes with a gentle smile. “I am. And you’re Carmen. You know, I held you when you were just this big.” She moved her arms as if she were holding a baby as best she could with the sling.

“Really?” Carmen was ecstatic to learn she had been held by her father’s Hummingbird.

“Yeah, honey.” She turned just enough to bring the little girl’s attention to the large bag filled with sparkling tissue paper at her side. “I brought you something for your birthday.”

Carmen grabbed the bag with tiny hands and smile on her lips. “For me? I can open it?”

“If your dad says that’s okay?” She turned to look at Francisco who immediately nodded, even though he had already had to stop her from diving into her massive pile of presents three times already.

Tissue paper was ripped away and little Carmen let out a happy shriek at the set of (very expensive) dolls in the bag’s depths. The little girl then launched herself at Y/N, wrapping her arms around the woman’s middle despite Francisco’s frantic, “honey, be careful!” and repeated her thanks over and over again until she darted away toward her group of friends with her prize held above her head. Francisco helped her to her feet with a careful and felt himself smiling as he could finally finally finally look into her beautiful eyes again.

“So…” she started, already with a teasing smile he knew too well starting to push at her lips. “You have pictures of me?”

“This is awful,” Benny muttered. He was dressed in a three piece suit with his long blonde hair slicked back. He looked…really uncomfortable.

“I think you look really handsome, Benny.”

“Thank you, Birdie.” Benny sighed and tugged at the lapels of the jacket. “Think she’ll like it?”

“Yeah, man. She’ll love it. If she thought you covered in dirt was cute, she’ll love you all cleaned up,” Pope said with a clap to his friend’s shoulder. It was a rare moment of downtime for them while they were stateside and Benny had (unsurprisingly) managed to catch a pretty woman’s eye and she had invited him to the opera of all places. Everyone in Benny’s room at the moment knew that the date would end in disaster but were trying to hype him up anyway.

“I look like I’m going to prom.”

She laughed and slipped her way into Benny’s arms, making them pose as if they were two teenagers at prom, awkwardly back to chest with hands strangely placed on her hips. A sudden flash had them blinking to get rid of the dots behind their eyelids as Will nearly cackled. “You two are cute.”

The group of them dicked around for a few minutes, taking ridiculous pictures in a rare moment of reprieve from the chaos that was their lives, pretending to be carefree teenagers again.

“Your turn, Frankie!” She said, reaching out and grabbing his hands.

He could have stopped her. He could have dug his heels into Will’s apartment’s shitty carpet and not moved an inch, refusing to be part of this childish photoshoot. But he let his hummingbird haul him close, looking at him with light in her eyes and a smile on her beautiful lips and-

Flash.

Will smiled behind his phone. “That one’s a keeper.”

She smiled as she quietly walked down the hall, seeing the pictures that lined the wall. They were mostly of Carmen, a few of Francisco with the boys in various locations around the world, and then a few more of Francisco’s family, too. But littered throughout, on the hallway wall, on the coffee table, stuck on the fridge with a magnet…there were pictures of her. Pictures of her and the boys. Pictures of her and Frankie.

“I didn’t see these last time.”

“You were a little preoccupied, Hummingbird.”

She turned to lean her hip against the counter and smiled at him as the sound of happy kids and the hum of the bouncy castle filtered in from the open kitchen window. “You look good, Frankie.”

“And you look…” He looked her over. Still as beautiful as ever. Just a little hurt.

“I look awful,” she finished with a laugh and a shake of her head. “But I heard about the party and I didn’t want to miss another one.”

Francisco frowned at that. Every year on his birthday, he received a card with a few words and a poorly drawn hummingbird instead of a signature. The cards were never postmarked or stamped—but they always ended up in his mailbox regardless. And he never even remembered telling his Hummingbird when Carmen was born—but there was always a small (and exorbitantly expensive) gift waiting on their doorstep whenever her birthday rolled around, too. His little girl’s room was littered with toys and clothing usually only seen on the rich and famous or royal. “How did you know about the party?”

Her smile widened. “I know you asked Pope to use his less-than-reputable contacts to try to track me down.” She was right. After she had disappeared from his house all those years ago, he had been desperate to know she was okay. Weeks became months which became years and no one had heard from her—aside from the random gifts and cards. But Pope’s contacts had failed. Every time. “This time, I tracked them down. Asked a few questions.” She shrugged and then winced, other hand coming up to hold her arm as it sat in the sling.

Francisco was quick to step forward, hands out to try to help, try to stem any hurt that he could. But it wasn’t as if she was bleeding so he settled with gently placing his hands on her upper arms. And he tried not to smile as she seemed to deflate in his hold. “Take it easy, Hummingbird.”

She huffed a laugh. “Have we ever taken it easy, Frankie?”

He had to smile at that. “I don’t know about you, but I have a pretty easy job making air freight deliveries three days a week. The most I worry about these days is if my little girl is sick or making friends at preschool.” He leaned a little closer, smiling when he heard the slightest hitch in her breath. “I don’t know if I should be telling you this, but I have a large amount of money stashed away. A little nest egg.”

“Oh?” She asked, playing along. “A few thousand dollars?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. A few thousand.” It was a few dozen million. She knew that. But it was fun. It had been a long time since he’d made her smile like that.

A suddenly knocking on the back door had them pulling apart, matching bashful smiles on their faces. Pope stuck his head inside, an infuriating, knowing smile on his face as he looked at them. “Your daughter is demanding more presents, Fish.”

Frankie had to smile at that. “I’ll be right out. I promise.”

Pope’s dark eyes darted to his Hummingbird again and he winked before closing the door again.

“Aren’t you tired, Frankie? Aren’t you tired?” She sounded tired. She sounded exhausted.

They had just returned stateside after 18 months jumping around the globe. And that always meant paperwork. Loads of it. All of it would be redacted and locked away anyway—what was the point other than to keep them on a tight leash? And his poor Hummingbird, she seemed to be saddled with a small mountain of it.

Frankie reached out and traced a finger down the deep divot that had appeared between her beautiful eyes and almost smiled as he watched it fade. “Why don’t you take a couple hours? Sleep. Or at least close your eyes. I can do this paperwork.”

She laughed, or tried to before shaking her head. “I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing I saddled you with all this bullshit.” A heavy sigh pushed out between her lips as she leaned against his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around her, drawing her just a little closer. Just a little closer. “But will you stay with me until I finish?”

“Anything for you, Hummingbird.”

The party wrapped up about half an hour after Carmen tore through her mountain of presents. Benny was busy flirting with a single mom in Frankie’s driveway, a kid asleep in her arms, while the rest of the boys cleaned up.

But Carmen was still making the most of the bouncy castle—they still had it for another hour anyway. “Daddy! Come jump!”

“I’ll be there in a little bit, honey,” he replied, trying to scrub the last bit of icing off his patio furniture. He turned to check on his daughter, hoping she had listened when he told her not to do any more flips, but saw his hummingbird slipping between the flaps of the garishly colored castle. It was quickly followed by the familiar, happy shriek of Carmen, excited to have another playmate.

It probably wasn’t smart for her to jump with her arm in a makeshift cast and sling but that had never stopped his Hummingbird before.

And Frankie could listen to them both laugh for the rest of his life.

                                          **

Carmen had taken to calling her Birdie before she fell asleep in his Hummingbird’s arms as Hummingbird was still a bit of a mouthful for the preschooler. The party had been exhausting for everyone, it seemed. But she was sleeping with a smile on her face and curled in the woman’s arms as if she had done it hundreds of times before.

But Frankie knew, she had only done it once.

The boys were finishing up their beers and quietly bickering over the last of the cake in the kitchen. It had been good to have everyone together again (aside from Tom, who was busy moving his daughter into her dorm across the country but he wasn’t really missed anyway). Pope had given her shit about her uneven stitches and Benny had joked that she looked more beat up than he did after one of his fights. But Will had offered her a few painkillers when she winced just after dinner and offered to call one of his physical therapist buddies if she wanted it.

“If you stick around this time,” he said, no heat in his tone.

Frankie knew everyone was staring at her now. Of course he had told them all of what had happened, of her showing up in the middle of the night covered in blood and injured and then disappearing again. He told his boys everything—sometimes he thought he had dreamt it.

She smiled down at Carmen and gently pushed an errant curl away from the girl’s forehead. “I’m…uh…finally out.”

Something popped in Frankie’s neck when he turned his head to look at her. (Pope didn’t even try to hide his snicker.) “Out?”

“Yeah,” she said, gentle eyes finding his. “Finished the paperwork when they were stitching me up. Got some blood all over it but they accepted it anyway.”

“Where are you staying?” He asked.

“That stupidly overpriced hotel downtown.”

“Not like you can’t afford it,” Pope said, clinking his nearly-empty bottle against Will’s with a wink.

“You can stay here.” The words were tumbling out of Frankie’s mouth before he could stop them. But did he want to stop them?

Benny quickly choked on his mouthful of beer. “Smooth.”

Will reached over and flicked his brother in the ear, earning a scowl. “Shut up, Benny. Damn.”

She looked down at the little girl with a fond smile and something familiar squeezed in Francisco’s chest at the sight. “Well, it does seem as if I am being held captive here. Little Carmen has quite the iron grip.”

                                          **

The boys each left the Morales’ house only after pressing a kiss to her forehead, mindful of her stitches, and whispering another ‘happy birthday, princess’ in a still-slumbering Carmen’s hair.

And then they were alone.

“C’mon, Hummingbird. I’m sure you’d rather not have her sleep on you all night.”

Again, she smiled down at the girl on her lap. “I don’t mind.”

And he knew she didn’t. “We have a lot to talk about.”

She sighed and nodded and stood, holding his daughter carefully with her one good arm and her other securely holding her back, swatting at Frankie’s hands when he tried to take Carmen from her hold. He led them down the hallway and into the room just on the right, pushing open the door to reveal a riot of light purples and soft pinks and a canopy bed fit for a little princess.

She was careful as she lowered Carmen onto the bed and pulled the soft blankets over the girl’s princess costume. Little Carmen hummed in her sleep and then rolled, snuggling up to the familiar teddy bear that he knew cost over two hundred dollars and had Carmen’s name stitched in fine red thread on its ear. That had been one of the first gifts that had appeared for Carmen from his Hummingbird. And it was probably the most treasured. He didn’t even mind that the stuffed animals he had acquired for her were all loved a little less than that overpriced bear—not when Carmen loved that stuffie.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his daughter’s forehead with a whispered, “sweet dreams, baby,” before standing up and leading his Hummingbird back into his bedroom before he could even stop himself, muscle memory carrying him that way. When he turned to apologize, a blush coloring his cheeks, she was already sliding down to lounge across his bed. Already comfortable. Like she had done it a thousand times before.

And maybe she should have—maybe he should have kissed her before she was reassigned—should have told her how he felt before she disappeared—should have-

“You’re looking awfully pensive, Frankie.” She patted the spot of comforter beside her shoulder and he took it, feeling tension leach from his shoulders when she moved just enough to place her head over his thigh with a happy little noise that had his poor heart leaping into his throat. “Say what you need to.”

“I…I don’t actually know what I’m supposed to say,” he murmured.

With her good arm, she reached up and traced across his cheekbone and down the sharp angle of his jaw. “Then can I say something?”

He nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

“What? No, Hummingbird, that isn’t-”

“I’m sorry for just disappearing, again. I should’ve told you where I was, at least once per continent, I guess. But I was…scared.”

And Frankie had to chuckle at that despite the frown on her beautiful face. “You never get scared.”

He remembered gunshots and screams and shadows. He remembered being pinned down behind some ramshackle house in the middle of god-knows-where and all he had left was one magazine while the rest of his team was advancing toward the target, seemingly unaware of his predicament. “Fuck…Fuck!”

“Don’t worry,” she said, calm as could be as she checked her own gun, seeing how many bullets she had left. She didn’t even flinch as one missed her head by inches. “We’ve got this. We’re a good team.”

“This was different, Frankie. This wasn’t me and you and the boys against whatever small militia the world could throw at us. This was me. Just me. And you set your beautiful baby girl in my arms and let me hold her. I knew then that I couldn’t ever pull you back into this bullshit. It was one last job—it just got a little more complicated than I had anticipated.”

“Hey, hey,” Francisco reached out to grab one of her hands and pressed a kiss to her scarred fingers. “Pope pulled me into that one last job, remember? And you got us out of it with our money and our lives. It was because of you I could give my little girl the life she deserves.”

“And that’s why I couldn’t tell you anything. I called in so many favors to make sure you got your cards and gifts—did you both like them? I tried hard-”

He squeezed at her hand, watching tears start to pool behind her lashes. He never wanted to see her cry. “We loved them. But it was better to see you. To have you here. To…” the words were lost in his throat as her beautiful eyes looked up at him. And he deflated, but found the words. “Hummingbird. You have to know how I feel about you.”

A tear slipped down and pooled in her hair. “Yeah. Yeah, I know, Frankie. And you know I love you too.” She sniffled but she offered a watery smile. “We’re really bad at this.”

And his eyes stung with his own tears as he huffed out a laugh and felt her rise from his lap and pivot just enough so she could kneel next to him on his bed. Her warm hand gently cradled his cheek and she kissed him as his arms wound around her back. A simple thing, really. Just a kiss. But he could feel her hummingbird heart rioting behind her ribs.

A/N: All right! Please let me know what you think!

[missallsundayyy]

how would law celebrate robin's birthday like what would he do and what would he gift her

I HAD FUN WRITING THIS BECAUSE I ALREADY KNOW THIS MAN IS A SIMP FOR ROBIN LIKE CMON ITS ROBIN “CAPTAIN! THE SUNNY GO IS RIGHT AHEAD” Bepo exclaimed

“Quickly or we’ll miss everything men!” Law ordered

TIMESKIP

“YOSHHH!! FOOOOOD LET'S EATTTT” Luffy exclaimed but got knocked out by Nami and Sanji.

“YOU BARBARIC RUBBER! WE HAVE TO WAIT FOR LAW AND HIS CREW FIRST” Nami yelled.

It was February 6th, meaning it’s Nico Robin’s birthday and everyone was preparing a party for her. Nami had even baked Robin a cake and it was with a purple royal icing since it was her favourite colour. Everyone was very rowdy on the ship and it was nothing but an auspicious and cheerful atmosphere. Each of the strawhats had gotten Robin a gift and this touched her to the point of tears, she was surrounded with nakamas that loved her. When she was little girl and when Ohara was decimated never did she imagine that she would EVER get another birthday celebration again. Now she was surrounded with so much love, amazing food, nakamas with big hearts and also…..well the best damned lover she will ever have.

“OIIII YOU GUYS! THE HEART PIRATES ARE HERE!” Usopp yelled to the rest of the strawhats. The strawhats cheered at the arrival of their ally, they were now finally ready to give Robin all her birthday presents and Law was anxious because he was second guessing his gift whether she would love it or not.

“TRAAA-GUYYY, EVERYONE!! COME ON! IT'S TIME FOR ROBIN TO OPEN HER GIFTS AND YOU HAD BETTER PRESENTS FOR ROBIN AS WELL” Chopper ran towards the death surgeon and yelled at him cutely. “Tanuki-ya, yes I have brought Nico-ya presents.” he replied to the small doctor while walking towards his beloved historian. He missed the part where Chopper was calling him an asshole and he wasn’t a tanuki.

Law smiled seeing Robin laughing with Nami, her face beaming with happiness and she was very gleeful and she was wearing a beautiful white strapped long dress and her hair was down, she was so beautiful and what a sight. Robin turned when Nami pointed towards him and her face contorted to a wide grin “Law-kun!” she ran and threw herself onto him and her large breast hugged his entire face “Mhmm! R-robin-ya” his voice muffled by her bust size.

“Happy Birthday my love.” he wished her lovingly and kissed her lips softly.

“I’m glad you came” she said softly

“Baka...I wouldn’t miss your birthday silly.” he said tugging her waist and ushering her to where his crew had placed ALL her birthday presents. “Come, I've bought you many gifts,” he said cooly.

Her eyes went wide looking at the piles and piles of wrapped boxes in front of her, he went ALL OUT getting her gifts. You see, Law had raided many ships stealing all their treasure and went to different islands finding for any gems or gold buried. He had also stopped and docked at multiple towns to buy her the latest fashion of dresses, tops, pants, shorts and all sorts of accessories.

THIS MAN IS EXTRA AS FUCK IM TELLING YOU WHAT A SIMP.

“Ara...this is all for me..?” she whispered, head looking up from how her gifts were stacked up.

Law chuckled at her reaction, he took her hand and kissed her knuckles “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you and you do deserve all good things. Robin had tears of joy at the corner of her eyes threatening to run down and ruin her makeup. “Hey don’t cry baby, you’re supposed to be smiling” he said, caressing her cheeks and wiping a tear that had already dropped.

“But there is one more thing that i want to give you personally.” He took out a small box of jewelry cover and opened it revealing a big amethyst stone necklace with a lace of shining diamonds. I crafted this myself with the gem I foraged on an island I ventured, this stone reminds me of you because it represents serenity and wisdom with calmness also it’s your favourite colour my love”

“I--its so beautiful Law-kun….thank you so much!” she attacked him with her tight hug once again which he returned and placed a kiss on her head. 

“Your most welcome”.

~BONUS~

What the strawhats had bought for Robin for her birthday…

Chopper had bought Robin a customised pen with her name for Robin to write on her research notes

Nami had bought Robin an array of luxurious sunglasses with diamond embedded in them since she favoured using it on a daily basis.

Usopp had knitted Robin a crochet sling bag for their forest adventures, it had their own jungle kit even!

Sanji had bought Robin various types of luxurious perfumes of all her favourite scent and also many many many types of lotion and skin-care products.

Franky had taken the opportunity to build Robin a new chair that….wait for it that could be anything she wanted to depending on her mood. There was a suntanning button, armchair button and even an umbrella chair option.

Zoro had cut some thugs back in the previous town and taken all their treasure which had included ruby earrings and he wrapped it up and had gifted it to Robin.

Jimbe went back all the way to fishman island to get Robin the finest crafted scarfs and traditional skirt (similar to the one she wore on the fishman arc)

Brook….are we really shocked at his gift at this point. He had bought Robin panties/lingeries  and ALL sorts of designs and types as well. Of course he bought her bikini sets as well.

[everynicorobin]

Happy Birthday, Nico Robin!

It’s Feb 6th in my timezone, which means it’s Robin’s birthday! For the occasion, here’s a reposted one-shot I wrote a few years ago. Enjoy! 

~ 

"Robin?"

"Mm?" Robin looked up from her book to find Nami staring at her. They were in their room, each resting on their own bed. 

"I was just thinking . . . I don't think you've ever told anyone when your birthday is."

She looked at Robin expectantly. Robin looked up in thought, and then shook her head.

"You're right. I don't think I have."

She returned to her book. Nami sighed. "Robin?"

"Yes?"

"When is your birthday?"

"You mean the date?"

"Yes, I mean the date."

"February 6th."

"Oh!" Nami tapped her chin. "That’s pretty soon, isn't it?"

"I suppose so," Robin murmured. "I hadn't really thought about it."

"Who doesn't think about their birthday?" Nami said, tilting her head.

"I stopped celebrating mine a long time ago," Robin replied. "I didn’t often have time for celebrations, no matter what the date was."

"Hmm,” Nami said, standing. “I see, I see. Sorry to bother you!” 

She left the room, leaving Robin to her book.

Robin had indeed stopped celebrating her birthday a while ago. Not only was it sometimes difficult to keep track of the date when on the run (she was often forced to search through garbage bins for newspapers), but she had no one to celebrate it with, and no one who would consider wishing her a happy birthday. She had merely kept track of the years without pomp and circumstance, mentally noting her age whenever another birthday passed.

Despite that she was now with Luffy and the others, she had no desire to start celebrating again. It seemed like too much trouble to go through, for one silly day of the year that was almost exactly like all the others.

But with the way Nami had interrogated her, Robin had an inkling of suspicion that she was planning to throw a party for her anyway. And based on her too-casual attitude, Robin also suspected that it would be a surprise party.

Although she hated to ruin their efforts, Robin would not be playing along with their game.

~ 

When February 6th came around, Robin was ready. She had noticed the others meeting in secret the day before, and she knew that they must have been preparing the surprise party.

She got out of bed, swift and silent as a lark, and left the bedroom. She went to the kitchen, but before entering, checked inside by sprouting an eye in a corner.

Everyone was sitting around the table except Sanji, who was behind the counter, and Zoro, who was sleeping on the couch. Robin allowed the eye to vanish and entered.

"Good morning, Robin-chan!" Sanji exclaimed upon her arrival. "Did you sleep well, my dear?"

"Good morning, Sanji," she said, smiling. "Yes, I slept fine. Good morning, everyone."

The others said similar greetings without any mention of birthdays. Robin thought that the party, if it was indeed happening, must be set for later.

Later that day, Robin noticed that everyone seemed to have disappeared from the deck. No Luffy, Usopp, or Chopper playing games; no Franky practicing dance moves; no Nami reclining on the bow.

Suspicious, she headed up to her and Nami's room, though not before checking inside. After confirming that only Nami was inside, resting on her bed, she entered. Nami looked up.

"Hey, Robin," she said tiredly. "You need something?"

"Oh . . . no," Robin said. "I noticed that no one was outside, and it seemed odd. I was wondering if you knew where they were."

"They must be around somewhere," Nami said indifferently. "I'm sure nothing terrible happened. Just search the ship or something . . . you want help?"

Robin shook her head. "That's okay; you look tired."

"Mm." Nami rolled over on the bed. Robin tiptoed out.

Upon searching the ship, she found that Franky and Usopp were working on a cannon below deck. Meanwhile, Luffy was pestering Sanji in the kitchen, Chopper was mixing something in his room, and Zoro and Brook were up in the crow's nest, meditating together.

She sighed and headed for the library.

The end of the day came soon and not a single member of the crew had wished her a happy birthday. It was silly, Robin thought as she entered her room, to have thought that anything would have happened in the first place; Silly to think that her crew would attempt to throw her a surprise party. She didn't know why she had expected something in the first place.

After all, birthdays were such a trivial thing, she told herself as she changed into her nightclothes and went to bed.

Robin rose the next morning, February 7th, and saw that Nami was already gone. Figuring that she must be in the kitchen, Robin got up, got dressed, and left the room. She went to the kitchen and opened the door--- 

---And was bombarded by a huge chorus of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” from the whole crew standing around the table with big grins.

She stared in shock. The kitchen was decorated with paper streamers and balloons stolen from who-knows-where, and there was a large purple cake in the middle of the table with 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' written in pink frosting. Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper had noisemakers in their mouths, which they blew repeatedly.

"Robin, hi!" Luffy said around his noisemaker. "Happy birthday!"

"Nami told us today was your birthday," Usopp explained, also talking around his noisemaker, "so we set this up!"

"Robin-chan, I don't know how you do it," Sanji sighed with a smile, "but you somehow look even more radiant today!"

"Robin-san?" Brook asked. "Are you quite alright?"

Robin was frozen, blinking owlishly and staring at them. "I . . . I . . ."

"Oh, don't be so shocked," Nami said, nudging her with a grin. "Don't tell me you didn't suspect!"

"Well . . ." Robin cleared her throat. "It’s just that . . . my birthday was yesterday."

The room went silent. 

"Today's February 6th, isn't it?" Chopper asked.

Robin shook her head. "I'm afraid today's the 7th."

"Are you serious!?" Franky yelled, clutching his head.

Usopp ran off somewhere and came back with a calendar. "Oh, no, she's right! Yesterday was the 6th!"

"Oh, come on!" Nami exclaimed. "That's so unfair!"

"Eight people planned a party and no one noticed?” Zoro muttered.

"I can't believe we messed up!" Chopper wailed.

"Robin-chan, can you ever forgive my poor bumbling self?" Sanji cried pitifully.

Robin felt a smile spreading across her face. "I don't mind celebrating today, everyone. We can always pretend today is the 6th."

"Oh, good!" Luffy said, blowing his noisemaker. "Party time!"

"Are you certain, Robin-san?" Brook inquired.

She nodded. "Absolutely. Besides, I’d love some cake. Shall we begin?"

And so the party commenced. As Sanji guarded the cake from Luffy, Robin smiled and thought that, just maybe, birthdays didn't have to be so trivial after all.

[chilling-seavey]

Passchendaele WW2 Extension - ...Younger Than Tomorrow

Richie,

It feels like it has only been a few weeks since I held you in my arms for the first time; yet, some part of me also feels like it was a lifetime ago. Twenty-four years. Twenty-four years of having a son to call my own; to guide, to hold, and to love. I know I was hard on you sometimes, always pushing you and pushing you, but I hope you know I only wanted the best for you. I admire your gentle nature and your kind soul more than you know, but I am also more than proud to see how you’ve grown into a brave and strong young man.

I wish nothing more than to have you here celebrating with us but I know you have your duty to attend to. If there’s one thing I’m prouder of than being your father, it would be having you as my son. I love you to all the ends of the universe, little boy. Always.

Happy birthday.

-Dad

March 1, 1942

“Evy, you’re going to use up all your rations at this rate!”

“That’s alright. I don’t mind. Just means no sugar in my tea.” Evelyn smiled, passing over the chocolate cake into Corbyn’s hands. “Not my fault most of us have early birthdays.”

“She insisted.” Elizabeth chuckled as Christine took their jackets in the front hall and Evelyn followed after Corbyn down the hallway towards the kitchen. “Only sense of normalcy for her is her baking.”

“She’s a good girl.” Christine stated. Elizabeth only smiled at her friend, the sound of her daughter’s chipper voice from down the hallway dragging her attention.

The two small families got settled for lunch around the dining room table – the Seaveys on one side and the Bessons on the other – with the freshly baked chocolate cake in the centre, iced neatly and topped with Evelyn’s careful hand writing in blue icing: Happy Birthday Richie!

For celebrating a birthday without their son, Corbyn and Christine were in quite good spirits…but maybe that was because Daniel was way worse than all of them. The table was busy with conversation as they ate but Daniel simply stared at his plate, fork in hand, wishing more than anything to go back to the years when all of them would be around the table together and the boys would be arguing over who would get the first slice of cake. It was once so easy.

Daniel didn’t eat much of his lunch and he barely sang when it was time for ‘happy birthday’ and he politely declined the offer a slice from Corbyn. Elizabeth set her hand on her husband’s shoulder and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Cheer up, darling. It’s a happy day today.” she whispered.

Daniel didn’t reply.

Cake was served and everyone – except Daniel – ate dessert over stories of when the children were little with Evelyn pitching in to her memories as the youngest. Laughter and conversation were rising through the dining room amidst the smaller two families as the cake was eaten and tea was soon poured. Daniel stared flatly at the mug placed in front of him, his hands tucked up into the sleeves of his sweater as he stared down at the warm drink, the steam twirling up into the air.

Everyone noticed his unwavering sadness, but no one dared to point it out. It was Daniel’s unfortunate normalcy.

“And Frances got so upset with him!” Corbyn laughed, the rest of the table near crying with laughter over the current story being shared, “He’s sitting there…with chocolate cake all over his face and…and down his shirt and she’s screaming at him!”

Corbyn leaned back in his chair with a gasp, pressing his hand to his chest to try and calm himself down through his laughter and Christine took the hem of her blouse to dab the corners of her eyes from the joyous tears.

“Frankie was a firecracker at seven-years-old, my goodness.” Christine chuckled.

Daniel silently reached up towards his tea with a shaking hand just as Evelyn smacked her hand down against the table through her mouthful of cake, trying not to choke as she tried to smother her laughter at the memories shared. It startled him so greatly that he spilt half his tea over the cream tablecloth and his lap, the hot liquid making him drop his mug completely, spilling more, and he yelped as it sunk through his trousers.

“God fucking dammit.” Daniel snapped, tears welling in his eyes and he tossed his napkin onto the table and got up. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Corbyn reached across the table to pick up the mug and tossed over a few more napkins to Elizabeth who was trying to help dry Daniel’s pants and the table.

“Stop it.” Daniel tried to push her hand away.

“I’m just trying to help-” Elizabeth started.

“Honestly, Elizabeth, I’m not a fucking imbecile! I said stop it!” Daniel snapped before turning on his heel and walking briskly out of the dining room and down the hallway. The room fell into silence as the front door slammed shut.

Daniel dropped himself into one of the chairs on the Besson’s front porch and curled his knees up to his face and scrunched his eyes closed. He didn’t seem to be phased that his pants were stained wet in tea as he just tried to calm himself down, staring out over the front lawn silently.

A few minutes later, the front door opened and then closed again but Daniel didn’t look up. He was soon joined in the adjacent chair and his jacket was draped around his shoulders in the cool spring air. Corbyn leaned back quietly in his own jacket, just to sit with him for a moment and keep him company. The two friends were quiet for a few minutes, just in their own minds.

Corbyn finally spoke, speaking softly on the quiet porch, “Remember when the boys would dig up bugs in the yard here?”

Daniel didn’t answer.

“And girls would be having a tea party on the grass and they’d end up with worms in their little teacups?”

Corbyn chuckled lightly at the memory that was flashing past his mind at only the glance of the perfectly trimmed front lawn that was once chopped up by the hands and shovels of the little boys. He could still hear their daughters’ shrieks and their sons’ cheeky laughter as they chased them around the grass.

“I’m scared, Corbyn.”

Corbyn glanced over at his friend. Daniel was staring out across the lawn too, his eyes shimmering in tears but none fell, and his face was perfectly blank.

“I know. I am too.” Corbyn agreed softly.

“I’ll kill myself if I lose him. I won’t be able to survive not having my boy anymore.”

“Don’t say that.” Corbyn scolded. “Don’t you dare say that. You have Evelyn and Elizabeth and us…you cannot give up like that and you certainly cannot think like that.”

Daniel huddled his face into his folded arms around his knees.

Corbyn continued, “You certainly cannot say that when you’ve done nothing for him these last three years.”

Daniel smothered a sob into his arms at his friend’s strong words.

“It’s my son’s birthday today. I have written him every single week since they left and today still honestly feels like absolute shit. Did you even wish yours a happy birthday last month? How can you say you won’t be able to survive without him when you are already pretending like he’s dead?”

Daniel cried harder, a mix of self-hatred, world-hatred, fear, and guilt bubbling up in his chest. His friend’s words hurt, but they hurt because they were the honest truth. He sniffled and looked up as Corbyn shifted slightly and pulled out his wallet and then he dropped a small faded photograph on the table between them. Daniel glanced down at it, at his own son’s smiling face at age nine stood beside his very best friend with their arms around each other and matching toothless grins directed towards the camera.

“These are our boys, Daniel. To us, they’re always going to be this young and this innocent, and this fucked up world right now is ruining them; they’re out there killing people and trying not to be killed themselves. We don’t know what the future holds, just that we can make the most of what we have at the present. Please write your son. He needs you more than ever right now.”

Daniel stared silently at the little face looking back at him from the faded sepia photograph with the eyes of his late brother and the dimples to match. He knew that Christian would be writing his nephew every day and the simply the thought had him swallowing back fresh tears.

“Come on.” Corbyn grabbed the picture back and stood up, offering his hand out to Daniel, “I’ll lend you some trousers and then I will force feed you some cake.”

“I don’t like chocolate cake.” Daniel mumbled.

“I don’t bloody well care what you like or don’t like. It’s my son’s birthday and you are going to have some cake.”

Corbyn grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his feet before leading him back inside and right up the stairs. Daniel stayed quiet as Corbyn pushed him to sit on the side of his bed and went to find a clean pair of pants for his friend to borrow from his dresser across the room. He returned with a folded pair and held them out to Daniel,

“Change into these.”

March 1, 1924

“Change into these.”

Richie’s tear-filled grey eyes stared up at his father from the side of his small single bed, a gentle pout set on his lips and the late moonlight pooling across his blotchy pyjama pants and sheets in his bedroom. Corbyn held out a clean pair of plaid pyjamas to his six-year-old son and the little boy sniffled and shyly took them from him.

He changed into his new pair of pyjamas, leaving his soiled ones on the floor, and waited silently in the middle of his room as his father changed his sheets. The laundry was tossed into the hallway and then Corbyn had to help his son turn his pants around the proper way before ushering him back into bed.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Richard whispered shakily.

“What for, Richie?” Corbyn asked as he tucked him back in snugly.

“For weeing myself. Big boys don’t do that.” Richard mumbled shyly.

“Ah, it happens sometimes.” Corbyn shrugged. “Doesn’t mean you’re not a big boy.”

“Yes, it does.” Richard argued sadly, rubbing his eye with his little fist, “Only babies do that. Frankie said.”

“Frankie doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She’s your sister, she’s going to say silly things to get a fuss out of you.”

“Please don’t tell her.”

“Gosh, of course not, Richie.” Corbyn assured him. “A secret just for the boys, right?”

Richard nodded thankfully. Corbyn reached over him and picked up his teddy bear and tucked it into his arms before pulling the blankets up a bit higher around him. Richard nestled down a little. Corbyn sat on the side of his bed and brushed his son’s hair back from his warm face.

“In fact,” Corbyn spoke softly through the dark bedroom, “you are most certainly the best big boy I know.”

Richard sniffled, “Really?”

“Of course.” Corbyn said matter-of-factly, “I mean, look,” he reached over and turned the bedside clock around to face them, showing the time around 1am, “you’re a whole six-years-old today.”

Richard smiled bashfully at the reminder and Corbyn set a gentle loving hand against his son’s cheek.

“And I get to be the first one to say ‘happy birthday’.” Corbyn whispered before leaning down to kiss his son’s head. “So, happy birthday, my little man.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Richard said through his yawn, his eyes struggling to stay open under the protective and loving presence of his father. He curled up farther under his bed sheets as sleep started to claim him again, but not before he mumbled a sweet, “I love you.”

Corbyn smiled adoringly down at his son and brushed his hand through his brown hair and across his pink cheek, “I love you to all the ends of the universe, Richie.”

Daniel sighed and took the trousers from his best friend with a soft thanks and headed down to the bathroom to change. With him gone, Corbyn stood alone for a moment in his bedroom before stepping into the hallway and glancing to the door on his left. It was left half open but Corbyn nudged it open the rest of the way with his foot and leaned against the frame as he stared into the small bedroom.

It had been routinely dusted and vacuumed since Richard had left but Corbyn had only been hoping it wouldn’t stay vacant for as long as it had. He scanned the small room, from the perfectly made single bed to the organized items on the dresser and the few photographs and a calendar pinned to the wall. A 1939 calendar, open to April, with notes scribbled in a few boxes, most specifically, Daniel’s birthday circled in red near the top and Frances’ near the middle, hers labelled with a few exclamation points and hearts that had obviously been added by her to signify her importance as older sister.

The wall above the bed was taken up by a large canvas painting of the night sky and forests and focused on a shiny gold image of Saturn right in the middle. It was Richard’s birthday gift from Corbyn when he was younger, back when the little boy was more than thrilled about space in order to be just like his dad. It was hung on his bedroom wall and for years it stayed right there even as Richard grew up and his tastes and interests changed. But it stayed right there because it always reminded him of his father and how he would always tell him that he loved him to the ends of the universe.

Corbyn clenched his jaw as he now stared at the painting, arms crossed over his chest, missing the birthday years before and the joyous look on his son’s sweet face when he unwrapped it. Corbyn, sparked with a sudden idea, headed back into his room and grabbed his camera from the dresser before returning to the painting. He lined up the shot and snapped an image of it, ready to take it to be developed and then, later, to slide into an envelope along side his next letter.

“Corbs.”

He looked up at Daniel in the doorway in fresh pants and a face washed free of tears.

“Ready?”

Corbyn nodded and followed after his friend, closing the door behind him again before making his way back downstairs to the party that was missing the birthday boy.

Taglist: @randomlimelightxxx​ @hopinglimelight​ @jonahlovescoffee​ @hiya-its-amber​ @chanelwonders​

[rosesvioletshardy]

life as we know it - b.h. chapter 10

we’re finally onto double digits! i thought this story would be done by this chapter but i was wrong with how i’m making i guess slow burn go. just to warn you i do have summer classes at the moment until the 19th of july so if any chapters get delayed it’s because of that or personal reasons.

i think y’all are going to enjoy this chapter because i liked writing it a lot even though at one point i did have writer’s block

i also had to take some things out which annoyed me but i think it’ll fit better in other chapters

please be nice and leave a reblog or any comments :)

masterlist

summary: when their two best friends die, it’s up to ben and y/n to take care of their goddaughter and face the challenges with it.

# of words: 3,836

warnings: none?, some language

taglist: @myfatbottomedgirls , @evemarie05 , @suckerfor-fanfics

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(her outfit for dinner later in the chapter)

when y/n woke up, she realized what day it was and immediately felt sick to her stomach. it was the day she had to break up with sean. the only problem she had was that she didn’t know where her feelings stood with ben and if he had felt the same towards her. needing to distract herself for the day before the evening, she decided to spend the morning with charlie and ben and only focus on them without anything else on her mind. she got out of bed and walked into the bathroom and fixed up her appearance a bit because hair sticking up everywhere was not the look she was going for. 

while getting ready she got a ding from her phone signaling she got a text. standing in front of the mirror for a couple of minutes before plucking up the courage to go check her phone. taking the phone off the charger, she flipped it over and opened her phone. Pressing on his contact name, she read the message

i can’t wait for tonight, i think we’re both going to be surprised tonight ;)

she knew what he was talking about. he was going to propose. the only thing she couldn’t figure out was whether she should do it before to get it over with, or after. if she did it after, she would have all eyes on her from the people around them and she thought that she would be selfish about what she’s giving up. a man with a stable job, good money, nice family (even if she hasn’t met them), to someone who is going to be away almost all the time. she took a deep breath and let it go before sending him a message back.

i can’t wait for tonight either, happy birthday my love <3

the thought of calling him “her love” made her sick to her stomach knowing that it wasn’t true anymore and hasn’t been true for a long time anymore. throwing her phone on the bed, she left the room to go wake charlie up. when she entered her room, y/n saw her already awake and standing ready for the day.

“good morning baby, how are you? let’s go wake up uncle ben. it’ll be good this time and funny because he came home a little drunk last night and i thought we could mess with him with frankie.” she told her getting her ready.

as they went carefully down the stairs, y/n grabbed the peanut butter and a spoon before walking over to the couch where ben was passed out. setting charlie on the ground, she opened the peanut butter and grabbed a little with the spoon and carefully put it on just the tip of his nose. quickly flinching away as soon as he started to sniffle, y/n put a little bit more before closing the jar and putting it away on the table. taking his phone, she started to record and called frankie over to where she was

“Come here frank, come her girl” she whispered while waving her hand over

“c’mon, what is this?” she finished while pointing to the peanut butter

frankie took a moment to sniff out what she was talking about before she started to lick ben’s face. ben began to wiggle his nose after feeling something and then started to moan. she tried her best to not to burst out laughing 

“y/n? haven’t seen you be this wild since new years.” ben said as his eyes fluttered open only to see his dog licking all over his face causing him to yell

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?!” he yelled trying to wipe off his face as she fell over laughing her ass off as well as charlie

“i’m-i’m sorry. i had too” she laughed out

ben groaned as he tried to wipe away any excess peanut butter and slobber. y/n and charlie continued to laugh while he tried to wake up and ignore his hangover. he fell back onto the couch holding his head regretting his choices of getting drunk with joe, gwilym, and rami but he had fun hanging out with them. she got up after pulling herself together and smoothed down her outfit before talking

“okay, okay. i’m sorry. i really am, i’ll go get you some ibuprofen and make some breakfast as a sorry.” she told him crouching down and pushing some of his hair out of his face

“can you make some coffee and those cinnamon rolls from your bakery?” he asked muffled

“yeah i will, did you have too much last night?” 

“yeah. i am never going to drink again.” 

“we all say that but it never happens”

“shhh. let me dream. when are they going to make something that’ll get you drunk but you just don’t wake up with a hangover the next day. charlie, learn from us. do not drink no matter how good it is sometimes.” ben said as y/n left to go to the kitchen to get ben his medication

“don’t corrupt her just yet. she probably won’t even listen. i mean, didn't you party as a teenager? did things your parents didn’t want you ever doing?” she asked him

“maybe who knows?” he shrugged swallowing the pills and picking up charlie to sit her down in her high chair

“what about you? i know you’re not innocent, i mean new years proved it and the couple days before too.” he smirked and winked at her

y/n’s face flushed pink as she got out the ingredients for the cinnamon rolls. she knew exactly what he was talking about and he wasn’t lying. she may seem like she’s all bubbly and innocent but she wasn’t exactly as innocent as everyone thought.

“i may have done a few things in college. you don’t need to know the details.” 

“hmm right. i’m going to go for a run. what time are you going to be leaving tonight?” he asked her drinking the rest of his water before going to change

“he’s coming around 5:30-”

when ben heard her say that sean was going to pick her up he started to choke on his water as she stopped kneading the dough

“oh my god! are you okay?” she said as she began to pat his back

“yeah, ‘m fine. ‘m fine. just shocked. did you say he was coming here? like here here?” 

“yes i tried to tell him we’ll just meet each other but i couldn’t. sorry.” 

“‘t’s fine, we’ll just have to hide charlie and teach frankie some tactics to scare him and maybe attack him who knows?” ben said shrugging looking away

y/n gave him a look a disappointment and an exasperated sigh

“alright ‘m sorry. i’ll just leave then. be all by myself on my run” he sighed out

“you’re being dramatic”

“‘m an actor darling, ‘m supposed to be dramatic” he flipping the non existent long hair

“damn i wish i had my roger wig. at least i can flip my hair with it.” he finished

“uh huh. go on your run rock star.”

“c’mon frank, let’s go. y/n is being rude to the both of us.” he told her crouching down and scratching her ears

“bye baby girl. we’re going to have a fun night tonight. you’re auntie y/n is being rude and we get to do whatever we want tonight” he whispered to charlie while giving a kiss on her head

“ben”

“fine. geez. who pissed in your coffee this morning. i’m kidding, don’t kill me” he said running while laughing

as ben left the house, he started to stretch for his run to avoid any muscle strains. while he was stretching, rachel went to go her mail, she saw ben as he started to do some side lunges

“oh limbering up, there it is. oh like a rubber band” she whispered to herself

ben thought he felt someone staring at him so he turned around causing rachel to sort through her mail and pretend nothing was happening until she looked up

“oh good morning ben. how are you today?”

“good, you?” 

this caused rachel to giggle and start waving her hand dramatically as she nervously continued to laugh

“oh i’m good”

ben laughed to himself as he and frankie began their run for the morning, greeting their neighbors as they saw tom watering the plants out in the front

“hey big man” “hey tom”

“you catch the game last night?” “what game?” ben asked in confusion as the only thing he remembers from the night before was him and joe dancing while drunk. tom casually laughed it off as he continued on the run

everything was going nice, and quiet until another one of the neighbors, amber, came around and started to run with ben

“oh hello, i didn’t know you were a runner. we should train to together”

“well, i like to use this time to think and spend time with frankie when i’m home since y/n usually takes her on walks now when i film.”

“that’s nice. yeah, i like to use the time to think as well. it’s good for the body and mind. is this the pace we’re going to keep up?” she asked as ben continued to run a little faster 

it’s not like he didn’t dislike the neighbors, it’s just sometimes he’d like to be alone on his runs due to not having that much time on his hands to do it everyday and all the time.

 he continued his run for another hour before finding a place for him and frankie to relax and for her to drink some water he had for them. he took a moment to take in the nice weather they were having that morning and just laid on the ground and looked up at the sky. ben began to overthink about the current situation and wondered if it was just him getting to his emotions and needing validation and comfort from someone. shaking his thoughts away, ben got up and whistled for frankie to signal that they were leaving. on his way home, he drowned out his thoughts using his music so he didn’t think about everything when he met up with her again. 

Stepping into the house, ben was met with the smell of cinnamon rolls as y/n prepped the table for them to eat breakfast. he took off frankie’s leash so she could get some more water and ran up the stairs to go shower and change seeing that he was drenched in sweat. she heard the door slam and went to go to see who it was thinking it was an intruder before seeing ben’s shoes by the door and went back to the kitchen. she didn’t have anything to do before sean’s dinner later in the night seeing that tyler forced her to that day off after working more than she should’ve and she’s exhausting herself, especially because she wanted to expand her bakery into a full restaurant but hasn’t had the time to go over all the paperwork and details.

she began to feed charlie when she heard ben coming down the stairs

“can i just say, as much as i hated you, i don’t hate these cinnamon rolls.” ben told her smelling the air

“thanks, as much as i hated you, you’re not so bad to look at.” “speaking of looks, what are you going to wear tonight?”

“haven’t decided yet. maybe the dress i wore on new years. he seemed to like that dress.”

“so did i” ben mumbled under his breath before drinking his coffee

“what did you say?” she asked whipping her head to him

“what? i didn’t say anything” he told her

“okay.”

the three finished their breakfast in silence before they spent a couple of hours with charlie. ben played the drums for her, as well as singing, trying to introduce her to new music and expand genres and help with the development of learning new sounds and words. y/n went back into the kitchen when she realized that she hadn't made anything for ben and charlie to eat for dinner later in the night while she was gone. ben noticed and told her not to worry and told her that he’ll just order out. he didn’t want her to work anymore and just relax before she had to get ready.

hours later, y/n was in the bedroom putting the finishing touches on her makeup when the doorbell rang.

“i got it, don't worry!” ben yelled as went to the door

opening the door he shouldn’t have been surprised when he saw sean. sean stood there with a smug grin on his face as ben opened the door

“hello ben”

“Sean”

“can i come in?” 

ben welcomed him in with an annoyed look on his face as they walked into the living room. sean was about to go near charlie when ben stopped him and picked her up himself and frankie growled at sean

“don’t touch her”

“Alright ben. i know you don’t like me, and i don’t like you. but after tonight. she is going to be mine and things are going to change. what happened between the two of you, it’s never going to happen. you were simply just a one night stand and just because you two are co-parenting now, it still doesn’t mean anything is going to happen.” “i’m sure things are going to change after tonight. she is one of the most thoughtful and caring people i know and even though she was annoying when we first met, doesn’t mean i don’t care about her feelings. unlike some people.”

“just because you’re rich and famous, doesn’t mean shit. my family is 10 times more richer than you and you can get all the lawyers you want, and still are going to lose everything as soon as she moves in with me, she’ll take little charlie with her since you’re traveling all the time”

“i can take jobs here. it doesn’t matter, maybe i’ll take charlie with me and show her the world. i mean it’ll be good for her while she grows up.”

sean was about to hit back with another argument about y/n and charlie but he got cut off by footsteps coming down the stairs. ben and sean both stood up as they saw her step down the last step. they were both in awe when they saw the woman they were both in love with. 

“Wow” ben said speechless

“you look beautiful” sean told her

“thanks, are you ready?” she asked

“Yeah, i was just having a lovely conversation with ben and admiring how cute charlie is” sean told her as he hooked their arms

“bye ben. i’m not sure when i’ll come home but i’ll tell you okay? bye charlie, be good for your uncle” she told her kissing her head

sean and y/n left the house, and ben locked the door, turning charlie around and began to wonder what they could do for a few hours even though she was supposed to go to sleep in those few hours. 

“well it’s just you and me now. what should we do?” 

charlie reached her hands out for ben’s hair seeing that it was getting long enough for her to pull and he just dealt with it and walked over to the couch and sat her down to watch some tv

“you know this isn’t too bad. just me and you, some food, frankie, and tv. i’m losing my mind oh god” 

y/n on the other hand was in the car with sean on the way to the La Dame de Pic. how she managed to get a reservation there she didn’t understand. she was more than nervous for what was going to happen. she started to drift off into her thoughts and tried to calm down. sean took one of his hands off the wheel and grabbed her right hand. he looked over to her and smiled as they pulled up to the front of the restaurant. sean was determined to be the “gentleman” he thought he was and opened the door for her as she got out. they walked into the restaurant and her nerves increased more.

“hi we have a reservation, under l/n for two?” sean told the lady at the desk

“Yes, please follow me”

the couple followed the lady to the table and sat down. they started the night off with some wine and began to look through the menu. every now and then she would look up and look at sean and think to herself about when she was going to do it. There were too many people near her and felt the panic set in. she was too in deep with her thoughts realize that they were ready to order

“y/n, dear?”

“yes? sorry.” 

“do you know what you want?”

“yeah, um i’ll have the Brittany Pigeon”

“and i’ll have the Steak tartar. thank you.” sean said as they handed back the menus to the waiter

“have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

y/n couldn’t help but blush at the comment, but who wouldn’t when they received a comment about how they looked especially if they spent a good amount of time getting ready 

“thank you. how are you enjoying your birthday so far? 30’s a big number” she asked him after taking a sip of her wine

“i have to admit it does feel weird but with you it nothing feels weird and i’m sure something will make it even better.” he smirked

she felt at ease when the food arrived because it meant they didn’t have to talk that much. every now and then they would look up to each other and smile. it was quiet in the restaurant except for the soft music that was playing in the corner. sean would reach into his pocket a few times to make sure that the ring was still there and go over the speech in his head. he decided he would do it while they were done with dinner but before dinner. y/n noticed his behavior and every time he stopped eating to check inside his pockets, she knew he was going to propose and she had to do it quickly and leave as soon as she could. 

“if you could excuse me, i need to go to the restroom.��� she told him as she got up and took her purse with him

“no problem, just be back quick” he smiled at her

y/n dashed towards the bathroom and went straight to the sinks and stood in front of the mirror

“you got this y/n. it’s all you wanted since he started to treat you the way he did. just say what you always wanted to tell him and get the hell out of here. this is all that you’ve wanted, nothing more.” she said to herself while fixing her makeup and hair

walking out, sean came into her view as a new bottle of wine was replacing the old one. she noticed it was an even more expensive brand as she sat down. sean took a deep breath and slid out of his chair and went next to her and crouched down while taking her hands. everyone quickly turned to their direction and began to stare at them

“y/n, this past year has been one of the best years of my life. ever since the day we met at christian and lennon’s wedding, i never thought i would be here proposing to you. you are one of the most beautiful people i have ever met. you are also one of the smartest. you run a business while also being a well i guess a single mother and i’ve never seen someone so strong. so, y/n l/n, will you marry me?” sean asked as he took out the ring 

she had to admit the ring was pretty but she knew she had to say no. she felt everyone’s stares on her as they waited to hear her answer

“sean, you have made my life, but no. i’m sorry”

“no? what do you mean “no”?” 

“i mean, things have changed since we met. i know everything. i know you’re cheating on me with someone else. i know you only want to marry me because you’ll get my bakery and it’ll make you richer. Over the past few months, i’ve been questioning our relationship. you are possibly the worst person i have either dated or hooked up with.” 

at this point everyone stopped what they were doing and focused on the pair

“i should’ve known you weren’t meant for me when you never bothered to call back and i didn’t know what we were for months. i’ve been in love with the wrong person this entire time and i still don’t know what my heart wants. i did mean to sleep with ben on new years. i just dated you because i didn’t think i would be in this situation right now and try to focus on myself. you were too controlling and i couldn’t stand it anymore. i just can’t. and by the way, every single time we had sex, i always faked it and thought of ben because i know he could do so much better and he lasts longer too instead of ejaculating prematurely.” she finished

sean didn’t know what to say  as he stayed on one knee while everyone stared at them. 

“i told you it’s a medical problem.” he whispered to her

“well then honey, you better get it checked out because i’m sure no girl would want someone who doesn't know how to pleasure a woman beforehand.” she breathed out feeling satisfied with herself

“and you know what else? you can go fuck yourself and fuck your family.”

grabbing her clutch, she opened it and grabbed her phone to call an uber. she felt like she was walking on cloud 9 when it all happened. y/n got into her uber and let out a deep sigh as she started to laugh and cry at the same time while her driver just ignored her and didn’t bother to ask her questions.

entering the house as quietly as she could, she took her shoes off and walked into the living room to find ben passed out with an empty beer bottle in his hand and the tv still on. she took the bottle out of his hand and turned off the tv. as soon as the bottle left ben’s hand, he fell onto the couch and continued to sleep. y/n took a few minutes to take in the way ben slept. his hair was already messy, most likely from charlie pulling on it, his mouth partly open, and his soft snores. She left to go to bed and felt like this night would be the first night in a long time where she wouldn’t feel stressed.

[mhdiaries]

Wave 3 Howleen Wolf Diary

On the 20th of July

Clawd got to go away to football camp, Clawdeen got to go to Gloom Beach with Draculaura and Frankie on the Stein family vacation, and I have to stay at home this summer cause my parents think I’ve got some “growing up to do.” It is so not scare! I’m just as mature as Clawd and Clawdeen. I hardly ever chew anything I’m not supposed to anymore, Clawdeen says I don’t take showers but that’s not true - I just don’t take them as long as she does! I don’t think age has anything to do with being mature either cause I have this friend who is a gargoyle and she’s like way older than me - okay well it’s not like gargoyles count their birthdays the same way as werewolves do but she is totally not mature. I mean she likes a new boy like almost every day and most of them are not even that cute. I would never do that - you know not like a boy if he wasn’t cute cause I would so like a boy who was sweet and nice to me even if he wasn’t totally creepy cute. I can keep secrets too which my other who’s a banshee can’t do. If you tell her something she like screams it out at the top of her lungs. Even Clawdeen totally treats me like I’m still a little cub. Not only did she take all of her most creepy cool clothes with her to Gloom Beach but she also put a lock and chain on her closet. Whatever... I’m going to sleep in her bed and eat all the snacks she left in her mini-fridge. Then I’m going to let every monster know how miserable I am by not talking for the rest of the summer. Yeah, that’ll really show mom and dad how mature I am. 

On the 25th of July

Ode to Cushion

Cushion is my hedgehog. She is sharp and poky. Cushion eats worms. My sister thinks eating worms is gross. My sister has to leave the room when I feed Cushion. Would you like another worm? Good Cushion. The End.

On the 30th of July

Some days I wish I had a remote control that let me change the channel on my style - cause right now I feel like I’m totally stuck watching the same lame... lol that rhymed... show over and over. When we were cubs, Clawdeen and I could watch the same episode of a TV show over and over and never get bored. I can still quote entire shows by heart and sometimes just saying a random line like, “Well, it’s certainly uncontaminated by cheese,” can make us laugh til we howl if I say it at the right time. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, the remote control. I’d love to change the channel on the show my hair is starring in, because I really hate how it ends. Oh well, hopefully dying it orange to go with my favorite color of blue will make it easier to watch. Now I just have to decide do I turn up the volume to 10 by combining stripes and plaids or maybe I’ll mix a jean vest, knee socks and hiking boots with one of Clawdeen’s haunt couture skirts and make it go to 11.

On the 1st of August

Clawdeen came home today and she actually gave me a hug when she saw me. I guess I kind of missed her a little, or maybe a lot, too. She is my big sis after all, even if she is a pain in the fang sometimes. 

On the 18th of August

I was in a boo funk this morning and I must have sighed one to many times cause Mom told me if I was going to mope around the house and get in her way then I either had to grab a broom and help her clean or go mope somewhere else. I think “mope” is a funny word... it sounds like it could be a character in a cub’s book... “There once was a mope who wouldn’t use soap and though its mom begged it always said, “Nope.” So I took my mope and went to the Maul. I didn’t really have enough money to buy anything cool but I went anyway. Going to the Maul always makes Clawdeen happy doesn’t matter if she’s by herself or in a group. It only makes me happy if I’m hanging out there with my friends - who were all doing something else today. I saw Heath Burns and Deuce haunting out butt I only said “Hi”. Deuce is cool but Heath is... Heath. Clawdeen says Heath’s like a stray puppy; “If you feed him anything he’ll follow you home.” So I kept on walking and didn’t stop to talk. I looked through a few shops and was going to head home when I walked by the music store and heard some monster playing a guitar. It sounded pretty clawsome and I just had to go in and check it out. What was even more clawsome was that it was a ghoul who was playing. I was totally staring at her... lame I know, but honest to claw it was like some kind of magic spell... okay it was still lame to stare. Then she turned around and caught me staring. I thought she was going to be mad but instead she waved me over. I found out that her name is Operetta and that she is going to be starting at Monster High in the fall. Her hair is redder than mine and she’s got this creepy cool beauty mark on the left side of her face that goes all the way down her arm. She also has this accent that’s a total howl. I asked if she would teach me how to play but she said “No.” I was disappointed but she explained that she loved playing and singing more than anything and if I took lessons from her she would expect me to love it just as much as she did. She told me that she didn’t think I was at that place yet but she did show me a few cords and I picked up what she taught pretty quick. I did sign up for a week of free lessons at the music store and who knows, maybe it’ll be something that I really love doing and not just because it makes me stand out from the other monsters I know. 

On the 21st of August

At soccer practice today a ghoul who played on a werewolf cup team came and played a practice game with us. She was really creepy cool and a scary good player. She was so good that I was only able to steal the ball from her a couple of times during the game. After practice was over our coach asked her to talk to the team and give us some pointers. When she was done talking and the team was leaving, she and the coach called me over. I thought I must have done something wrong but she just wanted to tell me that I had a of talent and could be a really great player if I kept working hard. Then my coach told me that I was already a better soccer player than Clawdeen was at my age. I don’t think my feet touched the ground all the way home. No monster has ever told me that I was better than my sister at anything. Well, technically my parents are always telling me that I’m the best at being who I am and that Clawdeen could never beat me at being me but that’s totally different. Anyway, I was planning on telling the story to the whole family over dinner just so I could see the look on Clawdeen’s face but somehow it didn’t feel right to do that so I kept it to myself. When dinner was over, Clawdeen and me had to clean up and right in the middle of doing dishes she told me that she ran into coach at the Maul. Then she said, “He told me he thinks you could be a better player than me if you keep working hard.” The next thing I thought she was going to say was something like, “Over my cold dead spikes.” Only that’s not what she said at all. Instead she kind of smiled and said, “Well duh, tell me something I didn’t know.” I must have looked like a wolf caught in the moonlight cause then she said, “What?” “It’s not like he said you had a sense of fashion or anything.” Then I squirted her with the sink sprayer, which started a massive water fight. Clawd came in right in the middle to try and “alpha” us into stopping. It worked. We stopped attacking each other and started soaking him. It took us an extra hour to mop up, but it was so much fun, I don’t know what could have happened to make Clawdeen change so much over one summer. 

On the 31st of August

I love our family cookouts. It’s one of my favorite things we do in the summer because all of my older brothers and sisters who’ve moved out, and have their own families now, show up with all of my nieces and nephews. There are cubs running everywhere, kisses and hugs, laughing and crying and sometimes you have to yell just to be heard. It’s crazy chaotic and a howling good time! The food is amazing too and there’s lots and lots of it. Draculaura usually comes over too which might seem strange that a vampire would come to a werewolf gathering but she’s such a part of the family that when she doesn’t show up to one of our cookouts everyone is bummed she’s not there. My dad even leaves part of the grill open for her tofu hotdogs, which aren’t bada if you put enough batchup, monstard and onions on them to disguise the taste of the tofu =). We also have a monster softball game in the open field behind our house. This year we played until it was almost dark, and the stars were just coming out; then they started coming down! We all ran to the house and grabbed blankets and sleeping bags and ran back out and just lay there watching them fall. You’re supposed to be able to make wishes on falling stars and they’ll come true, but there were so many falling that I ran out of wishes for real things and started wishing for silly things. I hope wishing that ice scream would appear every time I snap my fingers doesn’t cancel out my wish for perfectly straight hair. Oh well, it’s probably not likely either wish would ever come true but it was fun to hang out on a perfect night and pretend someday they might. Hee hee another rhyme. 

[gravityfissure]

Wildest Dreams : Otto & Ariana

TIMING: Current. PARTIES: Otto & @letsbenditlikebennett​ SUMMARY: Ariana and Otto catch up at Layla and Luke’s birthday but things don’t seem quite right.

By all indications, the party was wildly a success. Ariana had to shake away the creeping concern that Layla could return to her hypnotized self at any moment, but she was having fun. It looked like everyone else was, too-- especially Luke, who more than anyone, deserved to have a blast on his birthday. How many years had gone by celebrating alone because he was in hiding? She’d make sure he never had to do that again. He was loved and she was determined to continue reminding him of this fact. Somehow, something felt off though. She couldn’t quite shake an uneasy feeling and she wasn’t quite sure why the recipes to all the bars cocktails were flying through her mind. She’d never even heard of half of them. She shrugged it off and approached Otto behind the bar. “Any good non alcoholic drinks for your favorite teen wolf,” she joked.

By Otto’s estimations it seemed like things were going well, admittedly by his standards it was a bit of a tame party but those for whom it had been thrown seemed content and at the end of the day it was their happiness that mattered. So he’d contented himself with tormenting Noah and Nate with inappropriately named cocktails for absolutely no other reason beyond he simply could. It was entertaining to watch the blush and bluster that came when the aptly named blow-job was presented with the criteria it be drunk sans hands. Though a pesky thought and concern for Layla kept gnawing at the back of his mind, frustrating considering… well, he didn’t really care about this Layla girl in any true capacity. Not when there were far more enjoyable people to pay attention to… Luke for example. That said, Otto was drawn out of his appreciation by Ari’s approach and he leaned up a little more on the bar considering her for a moment. “Well… Since you helped organise this and the fact no one’s looking…. Maybe I’ll treat you. Just don’t tell anyone I broke the rules hey?” He tilted his head “what do you fancy little wolf?”

For some reason, Ariana was stuck with thoughts of making inappropriate shots for Noah and Nate… which gross. Nate was like old and Noah was like the jock of a big brother she never knew she needed. Her nose scrunched up in disapproval even though her mind was egging the whole thing on. It was odd having her thoughts feel out of place in her own head, but she ended up smirking as she watched them down their blow job shots. Boys. They at least provided a good distraction from staring at Layla who was moping against the wall and chatting with Ulf. Part of her wanted to wish her a happy birthday while a larger part was still fuming. Still, she leaned against the bar and smiled at Otto. There was a devious spark in her eyes when he mentioned turning an eye. She knew better than to try and pull one over on him with her fake, but this worked out even better. “I knew you were pretty cool,” she joked, really Otto was probably cooler than she was, but she didn’t care about that, “Anything citrus-y sounds delicious to me.” She spared a glance over toward Layla again. Frankie was with her now and things seemed to be getting heated. Frankie had every right to be pissed at Layla. Now was just the worst possible time for it. Who knew just how strong the compulsion on Layla was. Last thing she needed was the headache of her turning all bad girl on them again.

Otto couldn’t understand why his thoughts kept going to Layla, who by appearances from what he could see seemed more concerned with staying out of everyone’s way rather than anything else. What was there to worry about after all and why did he feel annoyed whenever he thought about her? It was strange, she’d be one of many people he didn’t know that had been on his mind lately. Namely her sock-smelling ground beef. The memory earned a small wrinkle of his nose. “Just trying to add to my street cred with the pack,” he joked light-heartedly. “Citrusy, coming right up.” It wasn’t hard to fix a drink up and Otto returned after a moment sliding a blueberry lemonade sangria over the counter with one for himself. His eyes drifted over to the pair near the side of the party, lowering his voice to speak to Ariana without drawing too much attention “don’t think we’re going to have trouble are we?”

Everything in her head seemed to be confusing her right now. Ariana knew her concern for Layla was well placed, but every so often feelings or thoughts she didn’t quite relate to slipped in. Maybe the drink Otto was making her would do the trick. She laughed and explained, “I think with this party and that wolfy GPS thing you did, you’ve got plenty of pack street cred, but I’ll still take it.” When he returned with the drink, she felt herself begin to relax a little bit. It smelled like lemons and berries. It tasted even better. The alcohol even made it a bit novel. “Thanks.” Her smile was pretty wide until he mentioned troubles and guessed maybe her concern had been written all over her face. She looked down at the bar momentarily, debating on what to say, before she opted for the truth. She owed Otto more favors than she cared to count at this point. “I mean, probably not. I’m a little worried the compulsion on Layla won’t hold and she’ll go back to being hypnotized and kinda… how do you say psychotic bitch nicely?”

“Well, a little extra never hurts does it?” Otto joked while taking a sip of his drink as he surveyed the people at the party, mingling and chatting and seemingly having a good time. His brows pulled together a fraction with Ari’s admission, “like that probably. But compulsion? What happened there?” Unfortunately any further explanation was cut off as a crashing din from the other side of the party echoed through the space as a redhead he hadn’t admittedly paid much attention to shoved another individual that had been getting in her face over one of the tables that had been set out. “Oi! The fuck? Stop that!” he yelled, pushing up from his leaning perch on the bar. “Pete?” he looked around for the weasley looking demon (who was freakishly strong despite his wayward appearance) that typically sorted most scuffles out, But he couldn’t find him. “That what you mean by psychotic bitch?”

“Before you know it, you’re gonna be an honorary pack member,” Ariana responded playfully before she took another sip of her drink. Somehow hers and Nell’s joke of my wolves, my witches, and my bitches seemed to apply yet again. While she wasn’t keen on explaining, after that she did owe some sort of explanation and Otto looked confused. She shrugged slightly and answered, “She got hypnotized by a cursed fidget spinner. Ulf knows a vampire who compelled her to be like normal so she stops trying to destroy the town until we figure out how to break the hypnosis.” Hearing the crash in the corner, she let out a groan. Her leg was still throbbing and her stitches were still fresh. Judging by Otto’s reaction, she was pretty sure this venue wouldn’t be an option for future parties. “Ugh, yes, that just about covers it. I’ll get her out of here.” So much for a fun evening. She darted across the dance floor and let out a small yelp as a pain shot through her leg. There went her stitches. Dr. Lin-King was going to kill her. “Layla, stop it!” Her shouts seemed to fall of deaf ears. Why were none of the other wolves reacting? Where were Ulf and Miles? Even Luke or Winn would be a huge help right about now.

“Aawh, do I get a badge? I feel like I should get an honorary pack member badge. Tell me you guys have patches or something cool.” Otto’s smile was lopsided as he sipped his drink. “What the fuck? A cursed fidget spinner? Who would… actually scratch that I can think of plenty of people who’d do that…” His eyes returned to the girl for a moment. “Huuuh, and it’s working?” Crash. Oh. Maybe he’d spoken too soon. A single incident was hardly room for barring from future occasions, maybe just this Layla girl until she got her shit together. “I’ll help,” he said hoping that Thierry might be able to cover the bar for the time being while he followed Ariana. Everyone else seemed lost in conversation, paying no attention to the scene unfolding at one side of the room. Otto hated getting into altercations but it felt like it was happening more and more of late. “Come on… There’s no need for this let’s just--” he raised his hands in the hopes of a quick charm, but when he reached for the familiar tethers found there was… nothing there to grasp. “What the??” so perplexed by this development he missed the fist that was being swung straight towards his face cracking as it impacted and knocked him stumbling into the wall grasping his face. “Ow- what the fuck ?”

Normally, Ariana would have had a quip in response to the badge thing, but Layla’s outburst drew her attention. Making sure Layla didn’t hurt anyone was top priority and where the hell did Ulfric go? The other wolves seemed to be pretty content and too drunk to notice the scene Layla was about to cause. “Pie prize contest. Don’t know why they cursted a fucking fidget spinner,” she grumbled as she tried to ignore the sharp pain in her leg. She had to stop Layla, she could already see the claws coming out as she threw one of the tables. Otto was trying to reason with her, but she could hear the snarl coming from the redhead. Fuck, this wasn’t good. They were in a public place. They couldn’t just wolf out here. What if there was a hunter? They’d both get killed. Panic rose in Ariana and she instinctively lunged toward Layla to tackle her to the ground, but ended up on the ground herself as Layla dodged.

Otto could only stare in abject horror as the scene seemed to go into slow motion. The young woman’s features growing more animalistic, jagged rows of teeth belonging to a snarling muzzle turning in their direction, as fur began to sprout forth and a rather charming appearance became something much more terrifying in her apparent rising anger. “Uuuuh Ari?” Where were the other wolves when you needed them? This was not what he needed tonight. It was meant to be a chilled party with no drama. What was so hard about that? He reached again, trying to find some tether of familiarity of his power but again none came. There was a singular moment of isolating paranoia and fear, was this really how it was going to end. Fuck no. Get a grip of yourself. He backed up right at the same point a claw lashed out, his hand instinctively throwing up to try and counter but instead the claws racked over his arm and he recoiled with a pained hiss, “Ari! Get this under control!” because I sure as hell can’t.

Watching Layla transform into a wolf mid party left her both seething in anger and terrified for those around them. “Layla, stop it! Now” Ariana called out. She shifted her focus to trying to change her own form. For some reason, she couldn’t seem to connect with the wolf that was part of her. What was going on? The ginger wolf was charging directly toward her and she was completely defenceless. Not even her instinctive fight or flight seemed to be able to coax her wolf out. What the hell was going on? Panic made her heartbeat race. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the feeling the moon always gave her. She pushed herself to transform, but she stood there, unmoving and unable to connect with the animal inside. There was no way she could fist fight a fucking wolf. The other wolf sent her body thudding to the ground and Ariana winced at the fangs bared in her face. If her wolf didn’t come out, she’d be torn to pieces in no time followed by the rest of the bar. Or someone could end up shooting and killing Layla. Each thought left her petrified and as teeth were only centimetres away from her throat, she found her eyes fluttering open as she gasped for her breath. A coat of cold sweat covered her body and there was the tiniest amount of blood coming from her throat. She hugged the covers close to her and decided sleep was out of the question tonight.

If Otto would classify anything as a shitshow, this would certainly be up there in the ranks as he watched the ginger werewolf leap at Ariana. Why wasn’t she turning? It hadn’t seemed too bad the last time they’d seen one another and yet now she just… Wasn’t? None of this made sense and Otto’s sense of self-preservation made him step back, once and then again staring as she was knocked prone by the massive snarling creature. Oh hell no. Nope. Absolutely not. There was a single, last-ditch attempt to reach for his magic as the creature’s head lifted and peered straight at him and in a blur of snarling muscle and flesh leaped, claws lashing out.. And his last thought was is this how it ends?

His eyes snapped open in a blind-panic a sudden flare of energy shunting the nearby furniture a few screeching centimeters out of place. Sheets tangled around his legs as he tumbled out of bed onto the hard floor, breathing hard and clasping a hand to his heart. “What the fuck?” he panted a trickle of blood trailing down his arm as he stared around a dark empty bedroom trying to piece together what just happened but finding no answers in the silence. Perhaps sleep wasn’t a good idea tonight.

[edourado]

Complete

Here lies another beggining of the  year indulgent thing. 

I have written fix-it fics and AU’s before, but none, I think, as sticky-sweet as this one. But it is also a lil smutty. So be warned. 

The first fic of 2019 had to be bright, given what Netflix and Disney are hell bent on doing to us all. 

Here it is. I hope you like it. Please let me know. The writer needs affection/validation. 

Much love. Happy 2019 to all of us. 

(Also #SaveDaredevil while we’re at it)

Frank caused a commotion the first time he visited her at her office.

She had not been expecting him at all. He was supposed to be in Florida with his kids, a Disney World event for Lisa’s 9th birthday. His flight was not scheduled to arrive until eight that night.

But then there he was, at 11 in the morning.

“Hey”, he called from her door, that voice full of gravel that still made her skin shiver, almost a year into their relationship.

“Oh”, she let out, looking up from her computer, surprised to see him. “Hi!”

Frank has this thing about him, that no matter what he put on, he looked good. It can be a bit infuriating, actually, especially on those days that she couldn’t decide what to wear or what to do with her hair. Frank just threw on a hoodie and some jeans and those boots he would wear to bed if he could, and he was ready.

Walking into her office, he made his way to her and she realized her strategy of not thinking about him during the week he spent away had worked. She had focused on everything but Frank Castle and everything she had to do so as not to think about him and, consequently, miss him too much, but now that he was here, placing the white roses that he always presented her with behind her pencil case, she felt the tightness in her chest that told that she had missed missed missed him but now was so glad that he was here.

Oh, she just knew this office was about to implode because of him.

He bent over her desk to place a kiss on her lips, and she angled her face up, but as soon as he backed away, she got up to close the door and shut the blinds, ignoring the protests of her nosy coworkers.

“I thought you were supposed to fly back tonight.”

“Yeah”, he started while she shook her head at Arlene through the window, who was making faces and mouthing “oh my God??” at her. “Leave it to those kids to not follow the plan.”

Turning to him, Karen smiled and moved to better greet him after a week of texts and quick calls to say good night.

“What happened?” She asked after a proper kiss and a tight hug, pulling him towards the couch, moving to sit sideways on his lap.

“We got a dog.”

She was on her way to kiss him again, but stopped and moved back to look at his face.

“You got a- the dog you were planning on getting Frankie?”

“Nope, not that one. Well, now, I guess, yeah.”

He had been planning on getting a dog for his son for his birthday, two months from now, in order to maybe teach some responsibility to the young boy that, unlike his sister, that took to their father and developed her organization skills from an early age, was truly content on being the spoiled youngest sibling, leaving a messy trail wherever he went.

“I took them to dinner last night”, he started to explain, one arm behind her, hand on her hip, the other caressing her thigh over her jeans.

Karen has never been happier to have a private office.

“We went to this sea food place-”

“You got a dog at a seafood place?”

“Almost. We get there and I’m looking for a parking spot when these two little maniacs yell ‘SHELTER!’ and hop off the car.”

Karen smiled, knowing exactly what he meant. They had picked this up a while ago, under the impression that, as long as the car was moving very slowly and they loudly announced why they were exiting the vehicle and where they were going, it was ok to simply unbuckle and leave.

“So I park the damn car, and when I get there they go ‘daddy daddy please!’, thrusting this puppy on my face.”

“What breed?”

Here, he sighed.

“A pitbull.”

“Oh, these kids are good.”

Frank loves pitbulls. Everyone that knows him knows this. He had forfeited the privilege of having one when he married Maria, who is very allergic to dogs, leaving the one he already had to live with his parents. Old Max had died soon after Frankie was born, and Frank has been puppy orphaned since then.

“Yeah”, he says, softly, as he always does when talking about his children, picking on a seam of her jeans. “I made it a little difficult, though, made them promise all kinds of things about taking care of it, going for walks and shit, but Lisa hit me with the birthday bribe thing, and Frankie said he never wanted anything more in his entire life, even if he had met the dog three minutes ago.”

With hands on his face, Karen bent to take her kiss, and the familiar warmth of him made her want to go home.

“So now you have a dog.”

“Now I have a dog. Its technically the kids’ dog, but he’s gonna live with me full time, so yeah.”

Weaving her arms around his neck, she pulled him for a hug, aware that someone was going to knock, any second now.

“I’m happy for you”, she said, feeling his arms tighten around her. “And I’m also glad you’re home a whole nine hours earlier.”

She had been right. Right when he was weaving his fingers inside her hair, opening his mouth to her kiss, someone knocked on the door, and she got up from his lap.

“Yeah, come in.”

Simone and Andre, of course. Everybody had been asking about Frank, wanting to meet him, but these two have been the worst.

“Hi-i, excuse us”, Simone sing-sang, walking in as Frank slowly got up from the couch. “We just wanted to know if you’re gonna join us for lunch. Hi, I’m Simone.”

Frank moved to shake her hand, and Andre stood there sizing him up.

“Frank Castle.”

“Ah, the famous Frank. I wish I could say we’ve heard all about you, but this one has built a mystery”, Andre said, taking his turn in shaking his hand. “She doesn’t say anything, no matter how much we beg.”

Karen would have sent them away, but it was a little fun to watch Frank squirm under her coworkers’ scrutiny.

He smiled his polite smile, and touched a hand on the small of her back.

“I’m afraid I came to steal her away for lunch.”

They tried to convince him they could all have lunch together, but he explained that he had just touched down in New York, his suitcase was still in the car, he had his kids waiting for them back home.

After a lot of probing, a lot of insistence, Alex and Sam joining them in the office, she managed to shoo everybody away and, finally, pull him by the hand to the elevators.

“I feel like The Bachelor or something”, he whispered to her while they waited, mouth to her ear, and she put one arm around his torso.

“They’re a bunch of reporters, and I have been retaining information about you for almost a year. You’re lucky they’re not dissecting you over my desk.”

The door pinged and opened, and they stepped into the empty elevator. Frank kissed her discreetly, a sweet hand on her face while they descended to the lobby for his car.

“Sorry for showing up unannounced”, he said against her cheek. “I thought I’d surprise you.”

“It’s ok. I’ll have to hold a press conference in the break room when I come back, but it’s worth it.”

He smiled against her face, placing a lingering kiss on her temple just as the doors opened to the lobby.

She asked about the trip on the way to his apartment, a hand on his hair while he drove, and he told her about long lines and kiddie rides, but how it was worth it, just to see the kids so happy. How they had to smuggle the puppy to the hotel, and Lisa forfeited a day in Sea World so they could go back home early and how they almost cried along when the puppy whined in the plane, the loud noises hurting his little ears.

When he parked in his usual spot, Karen tugged on his sleeve before he even started gathering his stuff to get out of the car.

Unbuckling, she leaned to kiss him and, after quickly bunching up her skirt to her hips, moved out of her seat and maneuvered herself on top of him, laughing out an “ouch!” when she banged her head on the car ceiling in the process.

He was smiling when she moved to kiss him, hands eager on her, going from her face to her hair, down her neck, over to her back and down her hips until he was gripping her ass firmly, kissing her slow and deep, making her sigh against his lips.

“I missed you”, she whispered when he dove to kiss and nibble on her neck, arms around his shoulders, feeling warm and tingly from his kisses.

“Fuck”, he sighed against her skin, looking up again to catch another kiss. “I missed you more.”

Frank had his hands full of her and everything was already spinning when she took her hands from his face, lowering them down his chest.

“The kids are gonna sleep over?”

“Yeah”, he said against her neck while she pushed his shirt out of her way.

“Well then”, she said, closing her eyes when he pressed a chunk of her skin between his teeth, a reaction to her fingers unbuckling his belt. “We’ll have to make do.”

It’s not that they never had sex with the kids in the house. He shared custody with Maria, 50/50, and they’ve been going out 10 months, now, of course they had to make sure the door was locked and try to be as quiet as possible.

But he was just coming back from a week away, if they went upstairs right away, she would have to wait until bedtime to get her fill of him.

So the car it was.

“Hold on, hold on”, he breathed, one arm around her, leaning off the seat to start the car again, setting the air conditioner on high.

Frank came back to her with renewed gusto, and she kinda liked the rough fabric of his jeans scratching her bare thighs.

It had to be quick. No time or space to draw out anything. Plus, his windows were tinted and the garage was underground, but this was still a public space.

She groaned into his mouth when he slipped inside her, bracing a hand on the ceiling right above her head, rolling her hips on his, the vents of his (very impractical) Mustang blasting cold air on her back.

He had ripped the buttons out of one of her shirts, once, on a drunk encounter where he knocked on her door after drinking with his buddies, and as exciting as it had been at the time, she had warned him not to do it again, she couldn’t exactly afford this habit of his. So now he was always careful, going button by button every time.

This time, he stopped just after three, when her bra was exposed enough, and pushed the lacy fabric aside to attach his mouth over her breasts, hugging her to him, making her moan at what the movement did, he was just so good at this.

Oh, his hands. Frank knew just how to handle her, his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure. A little bit over comfortable, not enough to hurt, just enough to make her shiver, guiding her over him, pressing and kneading, and they have to hurry, the kids are waiting upstairs, one of his neighbors could walk in any minute, there might be a security camera or two registering as his car bounced.

“Now, Kare’, come on”, he growled in her ear after just a few minutes, dipping his hand between them and bucking his hips up towards her, and she pressed her lips together to keep the scream in, moaning loud against his face, the air conditioner too loud to let anyone outside the car hear her.

Frank let go just after her, face pressed against her neck, and she hugged him to her, moving her hips to and fro slowly as they both came down, sweating a little bit in spite of the cold air coming out of the vents.

“One fucking week”, he said, all mellow, head resting against the seat, a hand on her face, and she kissed him slowly. “Away from you. I never wanna do that again.”

They took a few more minutes to put themselves together and look around before exiting the car.

Upstairs, opening the door, they found the Castle kids on the living room floor, playing with their new puppy.

“Hi, you guys!” She greeted, and both Lisa and Frank got up from the floor, excitedly talking over each other, showing her the dog, trying to tell her all about the trip to Florida in less than a minute.

“Ok, ok, hey, calm down”, Frank said, closing the door behind them. “Take a breath.”

The plan had been for them to go out, and they would drop her off at work after they ate, but she ended up sitting on the floor with the children, playing with the new family member, trying to come up with a name for him, so Frank ordered in.

“He looked straight at us when we came in”,  Lisa was telling her, sitting by her side playing with the puppy while Frankie sat, technically, on the floor, but with his back against her chest, her legs crossed around his small frame while he played on her phone. “The lady told us he was born less than a week ago. We were the very first to come in and see them.”

“He has three sisters”, Frankie piped in, not looking up from the phone. “I wanted to bring them all home.”

“Yeah, in your dreams, buddy”, Frank said from the couch.

“But daddy, you love dogs”, he argued, calm as cucumber. “You would love all of them.”

“I think it’s good that you only got him”, Karen said, pushing the boy’s hair away from his forehead. “One dog is already such a big responsibility, can you imagine four?”

“I agree”, went Lisa, rubbing the puppy’s belly. “We would be totally overwhelmed.”

Nine years old and such big words.

“Right. Totally overbelted”, echoed her brother, sort of.

“By the way”, Frank said from his spot on the couch. “What’s this guy’s name?”

They thought about names for a few minutes, laughing while she and Frank suggested names like Tiberius or Leandrenous.

“Frank Jr Jr!” Suggested an excited boy.

“That’s too many Franks in one house”, argued his sister, shaking her head solemnly.

The food arrived and they jumped to set the table, babbling away about Disney World and how they couldn’t wait to be old enough for the “big rides” while Frank opened the door and payed the delivery guy.

They sat down at the table to eat and, while Frank served rice to Lisa, Karen spotted a stain on his neck, right below his left ear.

Lipstick. Hers, from the car.

Dropping her fork, she reached out to clean it, or, at the very least, smudge it away before the kids saw it. He looked at her, a question in his eyes, and she moved her hand to show him the soft pink tinge in her fingers.

She had to breathe deep not to laugh at the smug expression on his face.

“No chicken for me, daddy”, Lisa said. “I’m a vegetarian.”

He fixed her with a look.

“Since when?”

“Since today. I just saw on TV how they make burgers and chicken nuggets, so I’m not gonna eat meat anymore.”

“You could have mentioned that before I ordered chicken and steak, maybe?”

“Sorry. I’ll have rice and fries. And I guess I can have some cauliflower.”

They ate and the puppy whined, begging for food while Frankie listed all the disadvantages of being a vegetarian and Lisa listed the benefits.

“They eat dogs in China. Did you know that?”

“No they don’t!”

“They do, too! And in India, cows are sacred. So us having burgers is just as weird for them. You wouldn’t eat a dog, would you? So why should I eat a cow?”

There was a moment of quiet, while Frankie thought about it and Lisa tried not to make a face at the steamed vegetables she was munching on.

“What else do they eat in China?”

.:.

After teaming up to load the dishwasher, they all got into their shoes again, to go out and drive Karen back to work. They needed to also stop at a pet store, to buy the newest member of the family some proper food.

“You’re sleeping over, right?” Lisa asked from the back seat when Frank pulled over in front of the Bulletin, the dog on her lap.

“Yep”, she confirmed, twisted around to look at the girl.

“Good. We still need to tell you about the rest of the trip.”

“And I need to show you my new comic books”, Frankie - now also a vegetarian - added.

“I want to hear and see it all”, she smiled at them. “Bye, you guys.”

Moving back, she looked at Frank, who leaned in to collect a kiss.

“We can come pick you up.”

“No need. I have a Skype interview, don’t know how long it’ll take. I’ll get a cab, or something.”

“Ok.  But call me if you want me. I’ll come running.”

She took the kiss, and whispered just for him.

“I always want you.”

.:.

As she expected, the office was holding its collective breath waiting for her return. She had barely walked out of the elevator when Simone got up and started to follow her.

“You sneaky bitch”, she said, pinching her arm and Karen smiled. “You were hiding that all along?”

“I wasn’t hiding anything. Or anyone.”

“Karen”, said Sam, catching up to them. “That is your boyfriend? Jesus Christ, he’s so yummy.”

She didn’t say anything to that because, well, yes, he is.

She didn’t mean to keep Frank a secret. He wasn’t, really. But things had started very uncertain, with them.

He was married, when they first met. Just starting on his divorce process, and he was not in a very good place then. Neither was she, really, what with the break up with Matt and Wilson Fisk waging war on her over the exposè she wrote on him, Nelson & Murdock handling the case, it was a mess.

But then they met again, and she wrote a story on him, they teamed up to bring some corrupt CIA officials down, he became a source, she became his one woman database, he saved her life, and suddenly-

Suddenly they were in love. Crazy, stupid, inexplicable love, theirs was a completely new thing, for her.

Karen had boyfriends before, she had been in love before, but what she felt for Frank and what he felt for her was beyond her own comprehension. She’s a respected journalist, and she doesn’t have the words to describe it.

She’s his and he’s hers. That’s it.

But she never had envisioned herself falling so hard for a man as complicated as Frank Castle. A man whose divorce papers were still warm from the printer, the ink from the judge’s signature still fresh. A man whose job she couldn’t even understand right, so covert everything was. A man with two children (and a pretty spectacular ex wife, if she’s being honest. It was pretty much impossible not to fall in love with Maria Castle) and more redacted record files than she thought was healthy.

Still. There she was, ten months after the first time he kissed her, unable to imagine her life without him, anymore.

But if she was anything, it was a pessimist. Her own life and history too punctuated with heartbreak for her to be anything other than that.

So she kept him a mystery. Not telling her coworkers she was dating, at first, and then evading questions about him when it became obvious that she was indeed seeing someone.

Plus, it felt good, to keep him all to herself.

During that time, she had also developed the purest form of love for little Lisa and Frank Jr.. She met them after a few months of dating, and the kids took to her with ease, embracing Daddy’s new girlfriend with a warmth that, honestly, choked her up a little bit.

She loved Lisa and her curious mind, sharp wit and enormous heart.

She loved Frankie and his tenacity, his sweetness and his bravery.

And, Lord above, she loved Frank. All of him, even the parts that made her want to yank her hair out in frustration, sometimes.

They were, both of them, more than a little bit broken when they first met. The way they put each other back together made them stronger everyday.

“Come on”, Alex was saying as she put her hair up for her interview. “Dish.”

“There’s nothing to dish”, she lied. “Now shoo. I have a call with Tony Stark, if you don’t mind.”

They only left after she promised happy hour next Monday, so they could question her about her relationship over tequilas and margaritas.

And, while she waited for the call to connect, she conceded: that didn’t sound so bad.

.:.

Dinner was somewhat tricky.

Lisa was standing her ground with this whole vegetarian thing, and the last thing Frank wanted was to curb any of her impulses - especially when they were rooted in something valid -, even if they didn’t last long, so he had no choice but to adapt.

When she got there, they were, Frank and Lisa, in the kitchen, trying to make a cheese and broccoli soup.

“Tomorrow”, Frank started while he supervised the kids brushing their teeth after dinner, already dressed for bed. “We’re gonna go to the vet, get that little guy all the vaccines he needs to be healthy.”

“Can we go to the park after?” Frankie asked, standing on a little stool step to make him reach the sink, foam spilling out of his mouth.

“Depends on what the vet says.”

“We should get him a trainer”, Lisa said after rinsing, drying her face. “Like the one Kim Kardashian got. You know, to house train him.”

“I doubt I can afford Kim Kardashian’s dog whisperer.”

They said goodnight while Karen rubbed moisturizer on her face and Frank walked to tuck each of them into their own beds, maybe read with them a little bit. The dog - who still didn’t have a name - was going to sleep in Frankie’s room tonight (he had won the coin toss).

She was already in bed, browsing her phone when he walked in, turning the lights off and closing the door behind him, carefully turning the key.

Karen locked the screen and reached to put the phone on the nightstand, smiling when Frank reached the mattress and got a hold of both her ankles, yanking her to him, she giggled and bit on her lower lip, watching as he quickly shed his shirt and threw it behind him.

He bent to place kisses and nibbles on her belly, moving her own shirt out of his way, until he was pushing it over her head and lying down on top of her, his kisses slower than the ones they shared earlier in the car, but not any less intense.

Karen likes the weight of him on top of her. Likes to raise her legs and wrap them around his torso, feel the muscles of his back with her hands, tug on the longer strands of his hair. And she loves everything he does to her, he never disappoints.

But she felt him a little different this time. While his right hand holding her hips up for him was nothing new, the left one on her jaw, angling her face up so he can kiss and lick and nibble on her neck, lower, a tiny bit more intense than usual, was.

(Not unpleasant, by any means, but new.)

“Fuckin’ craved you all week”, he says against her navel, hands busy busy busy on her, and Karen feels violent shivers running all over her. “Missed the taste of your skin.”

This is what her coworkers meant when they said “dish”. They wanted the details of how Frank performs in bed, how his body feels on top of her, how thoroughly he fucks her and how expertly he eats her out, but that is something she was determined to keeping for herself.

She didn’t want to share how he makes her arch her back off the bed when he dips his head between her legs, or how he makes her shiver with the way he works his mouth on her, how she trembles while trying to be quiet, biting on her lip and seeking leverage on his hair.

Karen was not even a little bit eager to describe how he makes her come on his tongue, her skin erupting in goosebumps when he slides up to whisper how much he loves the taste of her, or how he is so good in reading her body that he knows just how to touch her to have her shivering for him all over again, or how perfectly he fits between her legs, how perfectly he fits inside her, her perfectly he moves within her.

This is just theirs.

But, maybe, depending on her mood, she can imply the way he rolls them around and perches her on top of him, and how very good she is at riding while his eyes inspect her, hungry and loving.

Maybe, just maybe, if the drinks are good and the mood is right, she might even tell them how hard he takes her from behind, and she has to scream into a pillow to avoid waking the kids, but even then he doesn’t stop, how he can go for so long she ends up dizzy.

Karen would never soberly admit how she begs for him, how he commands and she obeys, because this is the best she’s ever had, or how he tells her that he loves her so so so much while fucking her silly.

Her nosy and curious coworkers sure would like to know about the shower they shared after that, because they worked up quite a sweat, and maybe Sam, the hopeless romantic, would sigh if she told him that the way Frank looks at her makes her heart spread warmth all over her.

But she thought that it was private, just like the fact that her favorite position is when he’s fully lying on top of her and she is all tangled around him, or that is how the start and end most of their encounters, except when they’re too eager to make it to the bed.

Maybe she’ll tell them. We’ll see.

.:.

Frank is usually the first to wake up, so he’s the one that starts breakfast. Eggs and waffles with honey and jam, fruits, fresh juice for the kids and coffee for himself and the woman who stole his heart. A decent breakfast for a Saturday morning.

This morning, though, he had company. While he cracked eggs on top of melted butter, a tiny little puppy wobbled his way to the kitchen, no doubt following the smell.

After the table was set, Frank picked the dog up, feeding him a little treat, and walked back to the bedroom, to pick wake the rest of the house up.

And honestly. This boy is almost seven years old, now. Maybe it was about time he stopped climbing into his parents’ beds? He would have to talk to Maria about that.

Not that he didn’t like that his son felt safe and comfortable enough around Karen to sneak into bed with her and pass back out while Frank was in the kitchen, sleeping starfish style in the middle of the mattress, one of his feet on top of her stomach, his little chest rising and falling as he breathed.

(Good thing Karen insisted on changing the sheets last night after their enthusiastic reunion. Even tired as she was, she had the presence of mind to predict his kid’s behavior.)

“Go on”, he whispered to the dog, placing him on the bed, watching as he walked towards Frankie’s face to sniff and inspect.

Frank walked to the window and cracked the curtains open, letting a little sun in before lying back down on his side of the bed, moving the kid so he could fit.

“Morning”, Karen greeted, stretching, eyes still closed, moving her face towards his for a kiss. “Something smells good.”

“I made breakfast”, he said softly as the dog sniffed Frankie’s face and the boy turned away, groaning and rolling until he was lying on his stomach. “Hey there, buddy. When’d you get here?”

Soon, Lisa padded out of her bedroom and joined them, hair a mess, also woken up by her nose.

They walked to the table and Frank carried his youngest like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder, placing him on the chair and laughing at his sleepy face while he blinked awake, staring at the plate in front of him.

Deep sleeper, Frank Jr.. Barely ever cried when he was a baby. Slept through the night from the beginning. Unlike Lisa, whose lungs capacity had humbled her parents and their neighbors alike.

Finally sitting down on his own chair after making sure everybody’s plate was full, Frank watched his daughter make plans with Karen about next year’s birthday, when she would be old enough for some of the bigger rides at Disney.

He thought he lost his family when he got divorced. Had night terrors about becoming one of those estranged fathers, alone and unloved for the rest of his life.

Instead, he never even had time to miss his kids. He just got a new dog, and there was a ring burning a hole inside the safe in his office.

All there was missing was a “yes”.

[hystericalrogertaylor]

As The World Crumbles (Chapter Five)

Collaboration with @bentaylorrogerhardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word count: 2099 

Summary: Ben and (Y/n) have been dating since Bohemian Rhapsody’s release. Everything seemed perfect for the young couple, until the night of the Golden Globes. Russia has bombed the United States, destroying everything and implementing a ruthless dictatorship. With the country in tatters, Ben, (Y/n), Rami, Lucy, Joe, and Gwilym form the Killer Queens, a vigilante group aimed on destroying the new government, and the cold-blooded dictator, Cornelius Vanzant.

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of kidnapping/guns, one cuss word, heart-wrenching angst and super duper-squishy fluff 

A/N: I think y’all are gonna like this...

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“Oh, my God,” you whispered, covering your mouth with your hand. It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Lucy stood there, in front of the TV, seemingly paralyzed by fear and shock. Then, her knees started to buckle, eventually giving out under her. She fell to the floor and started to scream.

“NO!” she yelled at the blank TV screen. “This can’t be happening! Rami, come back!” She leaned forward, almost putting her head on the floor and sobbing her heart out. “Why?!”

Ben slowly broke away from your side, kneeling down next to an inconsolable Lucy. He pulled her into a hug, whispering “shhhh” to try and calm her down. “Hey, we’ll get him back. Okay? We’ll do all we can. Please don’t cry.”

“He’s going to die!” she shouted, her body shaking with each sob. “They’re going to kill him!”

“We won’t let that happen,” Ben said quietly.

Lucy sniffled loudly, sitting up and looking Ben straight in the eyes. “Can you promise me that? Can you promise he’ll be alive to see his child?” Ben broke eye contact, looking down at his lap. “That’s what I thought.” She stood up, brushing her pants to get rid of the dust. “I know we can’t guarantee his survival, but we can at least try.” She wiped the back of her hand over her cheeks, smearing the tears.

“It’s your call,” Gwilym said, standing off to the side. “We’ll do what you want to do.”

“We watch them,” she said. “We watch the news, watch what they schedule. If his execution is public, we can get him that way. If it’s not, we can break into whatever headquarters they’re using and take him that way.”

Gwilym nodded. “Okay. Sounds doable. Let’s get to work as soon as everyone can.”

Frankie, at some point, had come into the room, watching everyone’s somber expressions. Dogs can smell emotions, and Lucy was the most depressed in the whole room. She slowly made her way over to Lucy, jumping up on her leg.

Lucy actually smiled. “Hey girl. Hey Frankie.” She picked the dog up, holding her to her face. “Everything’s fine, girl. We’ll all be fine.”

In response, Frankie started to lick Lucy’s face, making Lucy laugh a little. “That tickles!” She held Frankie away at arm’s length, smiling at her. “Thanks for that, Frankster. I needed it.”

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After a hard day of planning how to get Rami back, you and Ben went back to your room, not even changing clothes before slipping under the blankets. Ben stared up at the ceiling, not making an effort to hide his pain.

“I just can’t believe we let that happen,” he whispered, rubbing his eyes. “He was behind us, and when we turned around a random man had a gun on his head.” He took a deep breath. “We tried to shoot him as he got away but it wasn’t any use. We could’ve hit Rami.”

You shook your head. “You’re so stupid,” you said, rolling over to face away from him.

You heard him sit up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“How could you possibly think you could take him down?” you asked, trying not to look at him. “They’re a powerful group of people, there’s no way you could’ve saved him.”

“What the hell, (Y/n)?!” he practically shouted.

You slowly sat up, finally looking back over at him, tears starting to pool in your eyes. “It’s just...I hate living every day knowing that any moment, these terrible people could just yank you out of my grasp.” You gulped, trying to suppress a sob. “I know it makes me a terrible person, but I’m so glad they didn’t get you. I don’t know what I would’ve done.” You paused for several seconds, waiting for Ben to say something. When he didn’t, you continued to talk.

“I’ll have nightmares. Almost every night. And a vast majority of them are you dying. I’ll...I’ll wake up and actually have to check the other side of the bed to make sure you’re still there. I’ve also scoured the pharmacy for pregnancy tests, and I’ll sometimes take them after a nightmare where I lose both of you, just to make sure the baby’s still there too.” Ben blinked several times, trying to comprehend what he was hearing. “You two are my everything, I couldn’t handle losing either of you. No way in hell would I be as calm as Lucy is right now.” You had to stop because you were sobbing so hard. “Please, just...don’t leave me. You’re all I have left.”

Ben sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in for a hug. You held onto him for dear life, letting your tears fall onto his shirt. He stroked your hair, placing soft kisses on your forehead. “I’m not going anywhere, love. I’ll protect all three of us with whatever I can. We’ll be okay.”

“But it’s like what Lucy said,” you whimpered. “We can’t guarantee anything. If you go out on a run tomorrow to stalk Vanzant’s men, there’s no way you can say you’ll come home because you just don’t know! Fuck, I wish we’d never gone to the stupid Golden Globes!” You shook your head. “We could’ve been home, in London, watching from afar. We wouldn’t be in this stupid mess!”

“Once this is all over, we’ll head back to London, have our family, and never think about these years again.” Ben held you closer. “You’re the love of my life. Being with you until I die is all I want to do, and I’m willing to do whatever to get there, including killing Vanzant myself.”

You looked up, grabbing Ben’s face with both of your hands and pulling him into a kiss. It was short, but full of love and meaning. You knew he meant every word he just said.

You pulled away, still sniffling. “Let’s...I don’t know...go on a walk tomorrow. Spend the day with each other. Forget our problems.”

Ben cocked an eyebrow. “You want to go outside? You just protested me--”

“No, not in a public place or anything,” you clarified. “You know the garden behind the hospital? We could just hang out there all day. Get some fresh air and sunshine.”

Ben smiled, nuzzling his face into your neck, placing several kisses here and there. “That sounds amazing.”

You sighed, running your fingers through his hair slowly. “What are you doing?” you asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” he answered, pushing you down onto the mattress.

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You and Ben woke up bright and early, wanting to get a jump start on your relaxation day. After changing out of your birthday suits and finding Frankie a leash, you said goodbye to everyone else and headed out to the hospital’s garden.

What remained of the lush area was still as beautiful as ever in your eyes. The hospital walls had begun to be severely depressing. The fresh scenery and open air was already doing wonders for you.

“All right Frankie,” Ben said, unhooking her from the leash. “Go have fun!” Frankie ran off, sniffing several plants and always staying close to you two.

You and Ben took a stroll, hand-in-hand, in complete silence, listening to the sounds of nature and the apocalypse. Under the shade of trees and knowing you weren’t seen was quite calming for you. If a plane hadn’t flown over at that moment, you would’ve had more hope for the future to be better.

“We’ve been inside for I don’t even know how long,” you said, beginning to swing the arm holding Ben’s hand. “It’s so nice to get out.”

“It is,” Ben agreed. “I’m already having more fun than when I went out yesterday.”

You shook your head, feeling the sadness creep back in. “No, we’re not talking about that. We’re here to enjoy ourselves.”

“Right, sorry.” He pantomimed zipping his lips, making you smile.

You sighed, looking up at Ben. “Do you ever just randomly think about the fact that we’re about to be parents? Like, you almost forget about it and then you remember and get that happy, fuzzy feeling, but at the same time you’re scared because this isn’t where you want to raise a child.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I get that. But usually I just get all smiley and giddy because, wow, I’m gonna be a dad. And the mom is the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

You blushed, smiling down at your shoes. You ran a hand over your stomach. “I can’t wait to have a bump.”

“Why’s that?” He put his hand on top of yours, causing you both to stop walking.

“Because then it’ll be real.” You smiled at him. “Then I’ll actually feel pregnant.”

Ben frowned, laughing. “I’m surprised you didn’t feel pregnant when you threw up again this morning and then cried about how cute Frankie is.”

You smacked his arm, laughing. “Oh, you know what I mean!”

Ben chuckled, pulling you into his chest. You sighed with contentment while he ran a hand up and down your back. “We should tell the others,” Ben suggested again.

You pulled away, shaking your head. “Ben, you know we still can’t do that.”

“But why not?” He was getting upset again, and you just wanted the conversation to be over.

“It’ll stress them out, and Lucy will be more upset that Rami’s not here for her.” You grabbed his hand again, beginning to slowly stroll again.

“All right,” he ceded, letting you pull him down the path.

After a few more minutes, you came upon a fountain. The water had long since evaporated, leaving an empty, beautiful stone monument. Frankie, who was still right on your heels, ran up to it and began sniffing around, even jumping up inside, before spotting a butterfly flitting about and chasing after it.

“Frankie, please don’t eat the butterfly!” you called after her. You shook your head. “Never really thought I’d have to say that out loud.”

Ben laughed, watching his dog run around and bark. “The butterfly’s too high up, she won’t get it.” He sat down on the edge of the fountain. The sun shone directly on him, making his blond hair glow and his blue eyes sparkle. You sat down next to him, putting your head on his shoulder.

“There’s no place I’d rather be right now,” you said, closing your eyes.

“Me neither.” He used his finger to tilt your chin up, pressing a kiss onto your lips. You grabbed his shoulders as he cupped your face, trying to be as close as possible. You swung your legs over and moved towards him so you were sitting on his lap. He moved a hand to your waist, always being careful to avoid touching your stomach (he was always paranoid he’d accidentally hurt the baby). The moment was getting a little heated, which wasn’t uncommon for you two, until he said something that made you stop.

He dug his fingers into your hair, pausing the kiss for a second. “Marry me,” he whispered.

“Wait.” You put your hands on his chest, pushing him away only slightly. “What did you say?”

This time, he stared directly into your eyes as he said, “I want you to marry me.” When you said nothing, he continued: “I’ve been thinking about it. I know you love me, and I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything. Like I said last night, my one goal is to spend my life with you. I would have no greater joy than if you said yes to marrying me.”

You had a few tears slipping down your cheek. Somewhere deep down, you knew this moment would come; you would even daydream about it sometimes. But nothing could compare to the actual words he spoke.

“Yes,” you rasped, your throat filled with phlegm. You cleared your throat quickly before trying to speak again. “Yes, I’d love to marry you.”

His face broke out with the biggest grin you’d ever seen. He chuckled as his own tears began to trail down his face. “Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.”

You used your thumbs to wipe away his tears, smiling wide. You pushed your face back into his, continuing the kiss from earlier. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, never wanting to let go.

Until Frankie jumped up next to you both, a large pine cone in her mouth. You both looked down at her, laughing. You smiled, knowing that your planned day had turned out perfectly.

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