#happy birthday jacking-off' valentine

[cryptidmagician]

happy late birthday jackooooo

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NGL i really like no background jacko the best but posting without bg doesnt look that great :(((

[chronically-ghosted]

i wonder if you stopped his world like you did mine

rating: teen

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

word count: 5K

summary: watching the woman he loves be with someone else is killing him, but for your sake, he manages. But when Benny's birthday loosens him up, he can't help but bear his soul over a phone call. Too bad you don't pick up and he's forced to leave the evidence in a voicemail.

tags/warnings: pining, light angst, idiots in love, country music as a catalyst, romance, tw alcohol, tw drinking, hangovers, ultimately very fluffy

a/n: Happy Valentine's Day @toomanystoriessolittletime! I hope you receive and give all the love you need and want! I've had this idea for a while, but once I saw that Frankie was your fave, I knew I had to do it!

one day i’m gonna do the series of all of my favorite country songs with a Pedro boy. This is one of them: Singles You Up by Jordan Davis. Had thoughts of Me and My Kind by Cody Johnson for our ever-fantastic Jack Daniels and Hurricane by Luke Combs for Joel. One day, my loves, one day. 

🤍Masterlist | Frankie Morales Masterlist

Frankie Morales has a problem.

Given the life expectancy in his line of work – all things considered – it really wasn’t that bad of a problem. Sure, his knees were busted, his shoulder aches when it was cold out, and his ex keeps hounding him for money he doesn’t have. But on the flipside, his little family unit of friends and brothers united by combat are (mostly) all alive and healthy. He has a steady job and his little girl, whom he loves and adores, thinks the sun shines out of his ass. All things considered, there’s not much else he can ask for. He’s far better off than some of the men and women at Will’s talks, or in Santiago’s field teams. 

So – really, truly, seriously – all things considered . . .  he can’t classify this as a bad problem.

In fact, this is a problem he would willingly have. Gladly even. Not quite joyously, but if it’s a choice between this problem and not having the problem at all, he will choose having this consistent, thorny, kind-of-hurts-to-breathe-sometimes problem every single time.

And right now, it’s wearing a dress.

Uh, well, you’re wearing a dress. An off-white, hinging-on-cream, dress that sits above your knees, cuts flat and wide across your chest, and puffs out into cotton sleeves that remind him of those conchas his abuela used to make. Sweet, fluffy, and absolutely forbidden. 

Until the time is right, at least. His abuela always made him wait to eat until the time was right.

He calls it – you – a problem, when in fact, it’s the opposite of a problem. There is nothing he would ever want to change about the warm, engulfing feeling that starts somewhere in his stomach and rises like conchas up his spine until it’s somewhere in his ribs, then under his breastbone, right by his –

He would kill anyone who tried to take that feeling away from him. It’s when he feels most alive, most present, most out of his head – like these things in the dark and sleeping corners of his mind that nip and bite at him can’t find him. He’s thrown them off his scent in his search for you and, even for a brief moment, he can step into the light.

There is no problem, in how you look tonight, how you look every night, with your bright shining smile, sweet-smelling hair, cowboy boots, glass of whiskey – you had such a fantastic taste in –

Wait. 

That’s not whiskey. Not even a whiskey glass. 

That’s –

“White wine?” Benny yelps as he leans forward and his chair legs clatter against the concrete floor. “If that’s Moscato, I’m calling the cops because you’ve been replaced by an equally hot body double.”

You roll your eyes as you sit down and take a long drink from your glass, as if to make a point. Frankie’s eyes are drawn to where your dress hangs over your crossed legs, exposing the curve of your thigh. 

“It’s not fucking Moscato, Benjamin,” you say, eyes narrowed, completely side-stepping his compliment, like you always do. “It’s Chardonnay. Nick recognized the vineyard on the menu so he recommended it. Thought I’d give it a try, because I like trying something new, Benjamin.”

He rolls those beautiful blue eyes and leans forward towards you at the table, that grin that brings grown women to their knees plastered across his face. He knocks back his cowboy hat with a tap of his knuckle. 

“Well, excuse the fuck outta me.”

“The fuck outta you is excused.”

You tug his hat back down over his face, smirking back at him, just as Nick saunters over – with what looks to be a wine glass of his own. 

Okay, in hindsight, you’re not the problem. 

His real fucking problem is Nick. 

Your boyfriend. 

Frankie, who has decided to only drink beer around you since The Almost Incident, takes three long pulls so he doesn’t have to watch Nick and his stupid hands slide across your exposed back and sit down in Santi’s empty chair. 

“Happy Birthday, man, thanks for inviting me out.” Nick says briefly, raising his glass to Benny. “But I gotta say, I was a little worried when my girl here said your party was gonna be at a country dance hall. I’ve never been to one of these. I had to buy cowboy boots just for the occasion.”

He sticks his leg out, and rotates his gator-skin boot back and forth as if to illustrate how important to him this whole thing is. 

But Benny doesn’t look down, doesn’t approve the boots, or Nick’s attempt at fitting in. Instead, he just smirks, his smile growing fat and lazy, a bit of the warmth fading from his blue eyes.

“Your first time at a cowboy hoe-down? I had no idea.” 

Nick grins, because he doesn’t know Benny well enough to see the dig for what it is. But you do. You know him and you know he’s ragging on your boyfriend. You narrow your eyes and shame coats Frankie’s chest. Because he knows also Benny and he knows why he’s giving Nick such a hard time.

See, the problem isn’t you, or even your boyfriend – not really. 

Nick is actually a decent guy. He treats you right, if a little delicately, but he buys you drinks, takes you places Frankie could never afford, in a car Frankie could never ever afford. Sometimes, you’ll say something, or tell a story and it’s obvious Nick doesn’t really understand you or your jokes, but he smiles along anyway. He makes good money and supposedly he keeps in touch with his mom. Nick is the kind of guy any brother would want his sister to date.

So the problem isn’t that Nick is a bad boyfriend, but that he’s your boyfriend.

The problem that Frankie Morales has is that he is painfully, achingly, in love with you.

And he’s your friend.

Maybe that would change, if he ever could work up the guts to say something. For fuck’s sake, he’s killed people – asking you out can’t be that much worse (as Santi often reminds him). But if the guys you’re into are like Nick, or even Nick-adjacent, then what fucking chance does he have? He never thought money was important to you, but apparently it is and that’s something he definitely can’t give you.

Or maybe you like the stability of a high-paying job with fucking miraculous health-care. And that’s two things more he can’t offer: stability and health-care. 

So, maybe, maybe his problem isn’t with you or Nick or the fact that Nick is your boyfriend. It’s that he never could be. He, with one failed marriage already behind him and a coke rap sheet, has nothing to give you . . .

And you deserve the world.

You deserve more than he can offer you. You deserve better than him.

That’s his real fucking problem. And one he can't ever fix.

Will couldn’t get off work to come to this, so he owed Benny a beer and a nice steak dinner – according to Benny. Santi, despite absolutely swearing up and down for a week he wouldn’t be caught dead in cowboy boots and a hat, showed up tonight in full gear, belt-buckle included because he lost a bet with Benny over the Thursday night game. Santi, like everything else in his life, researched the hell out of the two teams, their past history, older statistics of both the players and the coach. He was confident, so confident, that he put his pride on the line. 

Never a good idea with Benny Miller. 

I don’t know, Benny said at the sports bar when his team was whooping Santi’s team’s ass, I just had a good feeling. Presumably, Santi did three shots before leaving and with another two in his system at the bar, all anger and frustration and embarrassment and inhibition had melted away and now Santi was doing what Santi did best, especially when drunk: dancing with beautiful women.

“The son of a bitch can dance, I’ll give him that. ” Benny muses as the three of you watch Santi, who despite having been taught the moves three minutes ago by two gorgeous blondes, complete a perfect line dance of Copperhead Road. 

“Oh, shit, I could never do that.” Nick shakes his head. “Not even after a hundred classes.”

“Ah, I find that hard to believe, Nicky Boy. You seem like a natural,” Benny smirks over the lip of his beer bottle. He finds Frankie’s eyes and winks. 

You are not amused. You glare at him over Nick’s shoulder for the second time tonight. 

“It’s really not that hard,” you smile tightly and squeeze Nick’s shoulder. “I can teach you.” 

“Oh, yeah, don’t you know your girl here?” Benny leans back in his chair, balancing against the rung of Nick’s chair by the ball of his foot. “She used to put all of us to shame. Dancing the night away, leading the crowd in line dancing. In fact, if I remember correctly, she and Frankie used to get into all sorts a-trouble on the dance floor. Isn’t that right, Frankie?”

Now he drew a glare from you and Frankie. 

Don’t, man, just don’t. 

Benny shrugs, swallowing his smirk with another sip of beer, hands raised. Just trying to help out. 

Over the speakers, the song winds to a close and the crowd does their final spin. Across the dance floor, Santi bows, his hat sweeping the floor, to both of the girls who giggle like high schoolers. 

“I’m gonna go get Boot Scootin’ Boogie over there some water before he up-chucks all over those nice ladies.” Benny stands and fixes his hat. “You guys want anything?”

Frankie shakes his head, his own hat that Benny insisted he wear, making the line of sweat across his forehead itch. You and Nick decline as well. You’ve barely even touched your drink, Frankie notes with a certain level of satisfaction. 

As Benny walks towards the bar, the next song starts up and you let out a squeal. Bring on The Good Times has been one of your favorite songs since college. And Frankie should know – he introduced it to you. 

“This one is the best! A classic!” You grab Nick’s forearm, but he almost immediately pulls it back. 

“Ah, babe, my first line dance is not gonna be in front of strangers! I’ll embarrass you and me. Why don’t you ask Frankie?”

Fuck, why could Nick just be a raging, flaming asshole? This would be so much fucking easier. 

Frankie swallows his beer empty, an excuse for a refill prepped. He hates cowboy hats, but he’d fucking set fire to the sky for Benny – he just hopes he immolates himself in the process. The giant brim makes him feel like he’s got a neon sign over his head that blinks, I Am A Giant Dork. Only further proven if he gets anywhere near that dance floor with his two left feet. 

Your eyes are unreadable as he tries to coax your boyfriend into taking you dancing.

“Nah, man, you got this. Your girl’s a great teacher.” By some cowboy miracle, his voice is steady as he says those two words. On the table, your fingers curl in, your wine glass still untouched.

Nick makes a face, eyes flitting back and forth to the dancers as they start the dance.

“My feet are already killing me in these new boots. Besides, this isn’t really my song.”

Over his shoulder, you find Frankie’s eyes. He knows that look on you – he knows everything about you – and you’re trying to hide how hurt you are.

He’s on his feet before he knows what he’s doing.

You and Nick stare up at him, surprised by how he practically bounded to his feet. 

The sweat at the ring of his hat runs down the back of his neck. Frankie does the only thing halfway-normal and extends his hand.

“Alright, princesa, I’ll fill out your dance card.”

He doesn’t care, or even really register, the darkly confused frown Nick sends him when you stand up, take his hand, and smile at him. He feels warm all the way up to his chest. 

“Thanks, Frankie. Let’s boogie.” 

That was a mistake.

This whole fucking night is a mistake. God help him, he loves Benny like a brother but he should have just said no and promised to take him out later like Will. He would have bought Benny any drink, any ridiculous chicken wing plate he wanted if Frankie didn’t have to be here, right now. 

Because right now, right now, that wall of self-control that he uses to stem the reservoir, to stem the flow of whatever you cause to pour out of him, it’s leaking. It’s busted holes and now he’s drenched with it – with the scent of you, with the memory of hair down the length of your neck, the heat of your skin overworked and flushed, the sweet taste of your breath in his mouth when you leaned forward, into his space, his senses, and whispered,

“C’mon, Frankie, you’re a better dancer than this.”

But in his defense, he couldn’t feel his feet, much less make them move when he watched you with your skirt rucked up high in your fists, your cowboy boots kicking like fish in a stream, and that smile – that fucking smile – brighter and sweeter than all the whiskey in the world. 

C’mon, Frankie, you’re a better dancer than this

C’mon, Frankie, you’re better than this.

C’mon, Frankie, tell me you love me.

Kiss me, Frankie. Kiss me now.

His restraint, his resolve that he will never, ever have you – he can feel it throb beneath his palms. Shudder and wobble under the thundering of his heart. It’s so close to breaking. Too close. This is why he doesn’t drink anything harder than beer around you. This is why he rarely drinks around you at all. 

When Nick finally calls it a night because he’s already got a blister from the new boots, you don’t put up much of a fight. You’ve danced with Benny, you’ve danced with Santi and his gaggle of girls, Nick himself went up for a slow dance or two.

Frankie only ever asked for one. 

He knows he disappointed you, has been disappointing you because you can feel him layering you away, brick by brick by brick. One of his oldest and longest friends, barely visible now, and he’s going over it with caulk to make sure you can’t touch this fragile, weak, emaciated thing he calls a heart. 

The instant you walk out of the bar, Nick’s arm across your tense shoulders, he all but rushes for the bar. 

“Six tequila shots, please.”

You wake up where you went to sleep: curled up on your couch, your giant Florida Gators blanket wrapped around you like a mentally-supportive straight-jacket, with Golden Girls reruns on the TV. The empty bottle of 19 Crimes explains the sticky, dry feeling in your mouth and the thundering headache accompanying swollen eyes and cheeks. You’d rather get hit by a train than have to move out of this position, but Nick has always been punctual.

Which, you assume, extends to picking up his stuff from your apartment first thing in the morning, his final threat that ended your conversation last night. 

The sooner, the better, you mother fucker. 

You blindly grab around for your phone, knowing that it’s most likely shoved into the deepest cracks of your couch, hoping against hope Panera delivers on a Saturday morning. There’s a distinct possibility you might start swinging if Nick shows up before you get a baguette and a coffee into your system. 

The things he said about Benny and Santi last night on the drive home. This break up was a long time coming, but fuck, if this is what he’d been sitting on about your friends, what the fuck did he actually think of you? 

And the things he implied about Frankie – how Frankie was in love with you and you were willingly not seeing it – ridiculous.

You fight the rancid taste of hope that anything Nick implied about Frankie might even remotely be true when you close your fingers around the shape of your phone at the far end of the couch. 

22%

Just enough to order then yeet this fucking thing into another room because there is no way in hell you are answering Nick’s calls.

But, as you scroll through your notifications, maybe you should have answered Frankie’s.

He had called sporadically, starting about two hours after you and Nick had left the dance hall, all the way until four in the morning. 

One text at 1AM: com e hang out wit us.i mis s you u 

You smile, despite the obviously drunken text. Frankie rarely texted, only if it was dire need – and apparently, you continuing to party with the boys at 1AM was very, very dire. Judging by the eight missed calls.

Eight missed calls, but only one voicemail. 

Like you’re about to settle down for some good TikTok scrolling, you lean back into the pillows, rubbing your eyes to clear the hazy fog, and press play. 

First, there’s noise. Lots of it. Country music and people laughing and singing. Clearly still at the dance hall. You wish for a minute it is a video instead because you’d pay hand over fist to see those guys falling all over each other.

But then comes Santi. Over the years, you’d picked up some Spanish here and there, mostly enough not to embarrass yourself if you ever went to Miami. 

But whatever Santi is saying, you’re not entirely sure it is Spanish, or any human language. 

“Comotuamiga, teruegoqueselodigas porfavornopuedo hacerestopormucho mástiempo. Estaríasmásfeliz y ellaestaríamásfeliz. Nomemiresasí, sabesqueloúnico quequiereesqu labeses y la beses y luegohagasotrascosas – ¡Estúpido! ¿La llamaste?”

There’s a shuffling, hushed voices, the music still far too loud to make anything out.

“Déjame en paz, dude.” Frankie. Frankie, very very very drunk. “I’m gonna – I’m gonna say – voy a decirle. Ella lo sabrá. She’ll get it. I know–,”

“Then say something now because you’re leaving a voicemail!”

“Ah, mierda – um, baby?”

In two words and two filler words, Frankie’s whole demeanor changes. You can almost picture him curled around the phone, his hand cradling the phone to his ear as he rests his head against a wall. 

“Baby, listen – fuck, sorry, I’m starting all wrong. I shouldn’t even call you that – I shouldn’t call you ‘baby’ because you’re not mine. You’re not my baby or anyone else’s because you’re so fucking independent and I love that about you but I wish you were. Mine, I mean. Not a baby.”

You don’t even remember sitting up, but your feet are on the ground. You’ve dropped the phone onto the table in front of you, staring at it as if it’s been dripping poison into your ear. Your heart is pounding. 

There’s silence from Frankie for a second, the music still loud, but it’s dampened. You can hear Frankie breathing, swallow, and start again.

“You looked so fuckin’ good tonight. You look good every night but fuck, baby, that dress. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Even for a second . . . he doesn’t tell you that you look so fucking good enough, you know? You should hear it all the time. I wanna tell you – tell you all the time – he didn’t say it once. Not once and that’s a fucking crime. He makes you drink white wine when I know you fucking hate it – I know you, baby. I know you more than I know myself because you’re all I fucking think about. You’re in here, all the time, all up in my chest, my throat, my gut – and you can have it. You can have it. You can have all of me, if you just . . .”

His voice breaks and your fingers clench around the edge of the cushion. 

“If you just . . . look, I know this is so fucking outta line and I wanna say it to your face and I’m gonna but . . . when that fuckin’ moron forgets how good he has it, I’m gonna be there. Gonna be right there. Because –,”

And then like someone shoved a speaker right up against Frankie’s phone, as clear as day, you hear Benny yell:

“IF HE AIN’T HOLDING YOU TIGHT, IF HE AIN’T TREATIN’ YOU RIGHT, I’MA BE THE FIRST ONE CALLIN’ HIM CRAAAZY–,”

“Benny, fuck off!”

And then the call drops, along with it your stomach. In fact, it slides out of your body, slouches off the couch and melts into the floor.

Oh, Frankie, do you even mean a word of it?

The hangover rubbing your nerves raw, tears spring into your eyes, the silence and fear and terrible hope tightening like a band around your head and infinitely increasing the pressure in your temples. You want to cry but your eyes already feel too puffy. 

You’re stuck, frozen by every single possible outcome or single next step spinning out like chaotic webbing you can easily catch yourself on. 

This was a mistake, it had to be. He didn’t mean to call your phone. He had accidentally called you when he meant to call another girl . . . also with a boyfriend named Nick. Frankie, sweet Frankie, who you’ve all but outright begged to take an interest in you – said it with your eyes hundreds of times – Frankie couldn’t actually have feelings for you.

Not like you had for him. Not like the ones you’ve slowly plucked out of your ribs over the years because god, even just looking at him seared a scar across your heart. 

Fuck. Fuck!

You snatch up your phone, wiping your teary eyes and frantically hoping he might have said a name or anything – he couldn’t possibly have meant you – when three loud bangs on your front door sends your phone into the air and your heart into your throat.

The way he calls your name is frantic, verging on hysterical. In a daze, you glance at the clock. 9:04. Frankie’s had about four hours of sleep, if any at all.

“Please, open the door! We gotta talk – there’s something – there’s something on your phone you shouldn’t hear – please, baby, open up –,”

You stare at the phone on your floor. 

Don’t they always say you can’t tell the moments that irrevocably change your life until after they’re gone?

Not this time.

You open the door and either way, everything changes. 

“C’mon, please, let me explain.” His voice has quieted, no longer shaking, softer as though wounded. “Just five minutes and I’m gone. I swear. We can forget the whole thing –,”

You open the door to a hungover Frankie Morales, still in the same outfit you saw him last in, but his eyes are rimmed with black circles, his patchy beard even more patchy as if he had rubbed the bristle clean off. He reeks of beer, peanuts, and cigarette smoke. His shirt is loose, wrinkled, his belt isn’t even on all the way, and he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“What if I don’t want to forget it, Frankie?”

You see the realization strike him through the eyes, the throat, the chest, his gut, his brown eyes swimming with shame and horror. He leans over as if kicked and presses a hand against your doorway. His thumb rubs the corner and he swallows.

“So you listened to it already?”

“Yeah, I did.” He closes his eyes briefly, hanging his head, every apology in every language he knows sitting right behind his teeth. “But did you hear what I said?”

He frowns at you through those thick eyebrows. “What?”

“When I opened the door, did you hear what I said?”

“You said –,” that beautiful bottom lip parts from its sensual top and Frankie blinks at you. The oily blackness of shame has evaporated from his eyes, but that stormy fear rages on. 

You inhale, breath getting caught on every knot in your spine, and step back.

“We need to talk.” 

He glances once over his shoulder, as if taking in the hallway to your apartment for the last time, and he steps inside. Immediately his height and broadness fill out every empty space in your tiny living room and you’re launched back into the memory of when the boys came over for Christmas and there was hardly enough room for anyone, but somehow you all made it work and after four rounds of DDR, everyone was so tired and drunk, you passed out pillows and blankets and you spent your first adult Christmas at what could have been mistaken for a thirteen year old’s slumber party. It was one of the happiest times of your life.

His thick fingers clench and unclench when Frankie spies your phone on the floor, like a bomb waiting to go off. 

Your brain struggles to default to hostess mode because you can’t think of anything to say.

Do you want coffee?

Do you want some cereal? 

Do you want to– 

“Tell me what happened last night.” You surprise yourself, Frankie, and your whirring brain by cutting right to it. As with the first question when you opened the door to him, there’s something inside of you that has taken on wings, spread them wide, and threatens to soar out of your body. Frankie’s here, he’s here, and he said he wants you –

He called you baby.

You breathe in, trying to scrape up some courage from the bottom of your lungs, wishing in the back of your mind under everything else that you’d chosen literally anything else to go to bed in than your Tweedie Bird shirt from Six Flags. 

“I don’t understand, Frankie. Please help me understand.” 

With a monumental sigh, he rubs his wide hand across his face and up into his hair, his other hand lifting his cap up off his head so his fingers can dig into his curls. It’s only then that you realize Benny’s cowboy hat he wore last night is gone and his tried and true Standard Oil ball cap is back. Meaning he must have gone home at some point. When did he realize (or remember) that he’d left you that voicemail? 

“I’m gonna get my ass kicked,” he murmurs, eyes darting like a fox to your bedroom door. “Maybe that’s exactly what I deserve.”

“He’s not here.” This great thing arcs between you, the emptiness a presence and clarity all at the same time. 

“What do you mean? Where is he?”

“We broke up.”

“When? Why?”

“Last night, after we left the bar. We got into an argument. He doesn’t like the way . . .”

Frankie – physically, mentally, emotionally, fundamentally – overwhelms you. He’s across the room in an instant, closer than you think he’s ever been before. But maybe this is the first and only time you’ve ever allowed yourself to enjoy it. Revel in his closeness and let this caged feeling in your chest break free. You touch his chest with the flat of your palm, the size of it, the breadth of him, staggering. You literally feel weak at the knees. 

“He doesn’t like the way what?” His voice luxuriates in his throat – warm, deep. He sounds like what you imagine a hot spring feels like against your skin.

“He didn’t like the way I looked at you.” Your fingers make circles where they did into his shirt. His hands have found their way, after all this time, to your waist. “The way I always look at you, Frankie.”

His breath, subsequent to the ghost of his lips, across your forehead is so gentle it makes you close your eyes, to block out one sense to encourage another. 

You feel him swallow even though he’s a foot away from you.

“Why –,” he stops, and starts again, just like on the phone call, “why do you look at me . . . when you have him?”

“Oh, Frankie.” His grip on your waist tightens as if you’re about to disappear forever. “I took him because I can’t have you.” 

You blame the tears on the hangover, the headache, and the way he takes your chin between his thumb and knuckle. 

Grateful.

He’s looking at you, eyes soft, mouth curved into a disbelieving smile, with gratitude. 

“He’s the furthest thing from you because I tried to get you out of my system – I did – I promise. I can’t lose our friendship, Frankie, but it’s killing me . . . not having you. Nick said it was obvious the way I felt about you and that was a problem for our relationship, so he tried to make me choose between you and him and every time, without a doubt, I’ll always choose–,”

This is the right time, he supposes. 

Hand over your cheek, he holds you still in silence to press his mouth to yours. The final word of your sentence dies on his tongue, muffled by a soft groan of surprise. Your breath is terrible, your skin is oily and damp, he knows he stinks like the bottom of a wet bar, but he can’t find himself to care. Your mouth opens to take him and the hand on your cheek sinks to your neck as you both move past the initial shock of I’m finally getting to do this and you’re not pulling away and into an actual, proper, deep kiss that sends sparks into his toes. Your tongue marks the bottom of his mouth, your arms going around his neck like you want more – you need more – and Frankie pulls back.

Not only because he’s slightly dizzy but because he a) won’t fuck you for the first time on your living room floor and b) absolutely will not do it hungover. 

“Breakfast. Do you like . . . uhm, breakfast?” He can’t quite focus on a single spot on your face, eyes half-lidded and gaze blurred.

You giggle, letting his beard tickle your nose as you sneak your face into his neck. He sways a bit with you, his arms around your back, and you don’t think he’s even realizing what he’s doing.

“Yes, Frankie. I like breakfast. I eat it almost every day, in fact.”

He grunts, neck suddenly flushed, embarrassed. “Sorry, I mean –,”

“I know what you mean, baby.” You lean back and run your fingers through the thatch of curls at the back of his neck. Both of you are so grimy but you can’t care. “I’d love breakfast.”

Frankie smiles his Frankie smile and the thing in your chest is illuminated in gold. 

“How do you feel about conchas?” 

Translations:

Como tu amiga, te ruego que se lo digas. Por favor, no puedo hacer esto por mucho más tiempo. Estarías más feliz y ella estaría más feliz. No me mires así, sabes que lo único que quiere es que la beses y la beses y luego hagas otras cosas. = As your friend, I beg you to tell her. Please, I can't do this for much longer. You would be happier and she would be happier. Don't look at me like that, you know all she wants is for you to kiss her and kiss her and then do other things.

¡Estúpido! ¿La llamaste? = Idiot! Did you call her?

Déjame en paz. Voy a decirle. Ella lo sabrá. = Leave me alone. I am going to tell her. She will know.

[decaf-mother]

Your First Valentine's Day Together

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MDNI

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Creepypasta Head-Canons

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GN/Reader

Warnings: None

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Jeff The Killer

Forgot it was valentine's day and last minute grabbed something from the gas station. Thinks most Valentine's stuff is over priced and cheesy anyway.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N." "Is this... A bag of chips..?"

Jane The Killer

Absolutely loves spoiling you and doing cute things for you, so there's a day dedicated to that??? Sign her the fuck up! She arranges to take you to a cute cat cafe and insists on paying for everything, seeing you smile is worth every penny.

"Jane you really didn't have to do all this!" "I just love making you smile."

Nina The Killer

Best. Day. Ever. She will be so excited to surprise you with a bunch of clothes she ordered online that's your style! Doesn't want to get any stereotypical things for you for Valentine's, only stuff she knows you'll enjoy.

"Ahhh! Y/N look at this cute shirt I bought you! I can't wait to see you wear it!~" "Another one???"

Toby Rogers

Is bouncing off the walls excited for Valentine's Day. Is VERY cheesy about it and probably absolutely buries you in every cute stuffed animal he could find. Will curl up and watch cheesy romance movies with you all day while munching on the chocolates he got for you.

"Y/N! Y/N!" "OH MY GOD TOBY IS THAT A GIANT GIRAFFE PLUSHIE?!?"

Clockwork

Teases you if you want to celebrate Valentine's Day, calling it cheesy and too lovey dovey. However secretly she loves it, but she's not going to tell you that- at least not yet. So, you're in charge of planning your date together.

"Oh really? You go for that cheesy crap?" "Come onnn! It will be fun! Please!"

Eyeless Jack

Jack doesn't get many chances to act like just a person anymore, so when Valentine's Day rolls around he wants to take the chance to just act like a normal couple would. He plans a quiet dinner just you two in his room, enjoying feeling human again. Just for today- you are just two people in love.

"Do you like the candles, Y/N?" "I love them. It's perfect."

Laughing Jack

This clown has no earthly idea what he's doing. He just straight up throws you a "Valentine's Party" like it's a birthday. It's sweet though. He's trying his best- even though he invited everyone so you two don't really get any time alone.

"Surprise Y/N!!!" "AH! Is that heart shaped confetti?!?"

Ben Drowned

Simply plans a gaming date for the two of you with lots of gummy worms. This really is just a normal day with him but he claims it's special because he won't hog all the gummies this time.

"C'mon! It'll be fun! Why go out when we can just stay right here?" "Fine... Move over."

Hobo Heart

Tries to plan something special for you two but has no idea what to do. He just wants you to love it! Finally settling on just a nice quiet coffee/tea date with just you and him. Cuddled up in the library reading books.

"Romance or Fantasy, Y/N?" "Why not both?"

Slenderman

Doesn't fully understand the concept of the holiday but isn't going to pass up a chance at treating you. He plans a lovely romantic evening in the underworld with dinner and wine. The man is a complete gentleman.

"Is this alright, Y/N?" "It's wonderful."

Zalgo

You want to spend Valentine's Day? With him? He finds the idea amusing at first but finally gives in, taking you out on the town in the underworld. Showing you off and buying you fancy clothes.

"Everything simply looks stunning on you!~" "Oh hush..."

Nathan The Nobody

He hasn't the faintest clue how to celebrate Valentine's Day with you but he knows he wants too. He simply comes to you and asks what you'd like to do.

"Want to just watch movies together?" "I'd like that very much, Y/N...."

The Puppeteer

Brushes off Valentine's Day. What's the point in something like that? You already have the perfect gift, getting to spend time with him! What more could you want???

"Pup, please!!! I just want to do something fun with you!" "This IS fun!"

Judge Angels

Takes the holiday very seriously, almost too serious! She insists she must make it absolutely perfect for you because you deserve it. Expect a fancy date and lots of dancing lessons, she loves dancing with you.

"Take my hand, Y/N." "You really went all out, didn't you?"

Bloody Painter

He makes you both some tea and you two spend a whole day in his studio. Laughing and cracking jokes while he paints a portrait of you, even offering to give you painting lessons. You just enjoy a lovely date full of giggles and messy paint.

"Aw, Y/N. You got paint on your nose." "Oops-"

Nurse Ann

She doesn't really talk much so she expresses her love for you through lots of hugs and attention. Quality time means the world to her so you two end up in the kitchen cooking together, after all a meal always tastes better if it's made with love.

"....." "I love you too, Ann."

Kate The Chaser

She doesn't exactly celebrate the holiday. She kind of just awkwardly offers you whatever she found in the pantry and hangs out with you for the day. It takes a long time for her to open up.

"Thank you, Kate." "..... No problem."

Homicidal Liu

He loves you dearly and wants you to always know that. He plans a beautiful picnic date at night, that way you two can gaze at the stars and tell each other what you see. Expect a dance in the moonlight, the crickets serving as your symphony. It feels like it's just the two of you in the world.

"This is so beautiful, Liu." "Almost as beautiful as you."

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{More Content}

[ghostieyanyan]

~Masterlist~

{Last update: Aug 26, 2024}

This is the type of content i make! Be warned most if not all have yandere theme, if thats not your thing then I’m not for you. Sorry, i hope you have a great day though!

Art/ Comic ❀

Fanfic ✿

Both ✾

~Challenges~

This would be art challenges or writing challenges! Things that i try to push myself to make more content for you!

Twisted wonderland expression meme❀

A8 Jade Leech

E8 Floyd Leech

B3 Riddle Roseheart

C2 Leona Kingscholar

~Heartslabyul~🌹♣️♦️♠️♥️

~Baked goods~ [Yan!Trey x mc] ❀

~Amnesia!mc~ [Yan!Ace x mc x Yan!Deuce] ✾ [Yan!Trey x mc] ✿

~Demon Au~ [All the boys] ❀

~Off with your Head~ [Overblot!Demon!Yan!Riddle x mc]❀

~Mental-Exhausted!mc~ [Yan!Riddle x mc] ✾

~Mc with lover at home/dead~ [Yan!Ace x mc] ✾

~Yandere Regrets~ [Yan!Cater x mc] ✾

~Fox and their love-sick hound~ [Yan!Dog!Trey x Fox!Mc] ❀

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All the boys] ✿

~Demon au headcanons~ [Riddle] ✾

~Made with EXTRA love~ [Trey x yandere!mc] ❀

~Happy Birthday Deuce~ [Deuce] ❀

~Pretty Please~!~ [Kitsune!Cater x mc] ❀

~Abused!Mc~ [Yan!Deuce x Abused!Mc] ✿

~Rose Princess! Mc~ [Yan!Riddle x Rose Princess! Mc] ✿

~Savanaclaw~🦁🐺🍩

~Demon Au~ [All the boys]❀

~Mental-Exhausted!mc~ [Yan!Leona x mc]✾

~Yandere Regrets~ [Yan!Ruggie x mc] ✾

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All the boys] ✿

~The Bite~ [Yan!Ruggie x mc] ✾

~Demon Headcanons~ [Leona] ✾

~Human girl in NRC?!~ [Yan!DemonAU!Leona x fab!mc] [Yan!DemonAU!Jack x fab!mc] ✿

~Abused!Mc~ [All the boys] ✿

~Octavinelle~🐙🐬🦈

~Musical!Mc~ [All the boys] ✾

~Crazy for you~ [Patient!Floyd x Caretaker!mc] ✾

~Under the sea.. with me~ [Yan!Jade x mc] ❀

~Escape attempt with the leech twins~ [Yan!Leech Twins x mc] ❀

~Demon Au~ [All the boys] ❀

~Give us your Madol!~ [Floyd and Jade] ❀

~Mc with lover at home/dead~ [Yan!Floyd x mc] ✾

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All the boys] ✿

~Our Little Red Shrimpy~ [yan!wolf!Floyd x littleredridinghood!mc x yan!wolf!jade] ❀

~Scarabia~☀️🐍

~My Jasmine~ [Overblot!Yan!Jamil x mc] ✾

~”Get rid of him” comic~ [Jamil x mc x Yan!Kalim] ❀

~You’ll support your sunshine, right?~ [Yan!Kalim x mc] ❀

~Musical!mc~ [Yan!Kalim x mc] [Yan!Jamil x mc] ✾

~Demon Au~ [All the boys]❀

~Mental-Exhausted!mc~ [Yan!Jamil x mc] ✾

~Just trying to help~ [Yan!Boss!Kalim x Worker!mc] ✿

~We're home, Master~ [Omega!Jamil x Yan!Alpha!mc x omega!Kalim] ❀

~Otter Kalim~ [Kalim] ❀

~Mc with lover at home/dead~ [Yan!Jamil x mc] ✾

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All the boys] ✿

~Oh no! You're still a good angel~ [Yan!Demon!Jamil x Angel!mc x Yan!???!Kalim] ✾

~Pomefiore~⚜️🏹🍎

~Fox and their love-sick hound~ [Yan!Dog!Rook x Fox!Mc] ❀

~Amnesia!mc~ [Yan!Rook x mc] ✿

~Fox and their love-sick hound~ [Yan!Dog!Rook x Fox!Mc] ✿

~Musical!mc~ [All the boys] ✾

~Celebrity Sandwich, with a hint of rivalry~ [Vil x mc] ❀

~Demon Au~ [All the boys] ❀

~Musical!mc~ [Yan!Vil x m!mc] [Yan!Epel x m!mc] ❀

~Yandere Regrets~ [Yan!Vil x mc] ✾

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All the boys] ✿

~Just unwrapping a lovely present~ [Yan?Rook x mc] ❀

~Liverleaf Rook~ [Yan!Rook] ❀

~Ignihyde~🎧🦋

~Musical!mc~ [Yan!Idia x mc] ✾

~Demon Au~ [All the boys]❀

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All the boys (no ortho)] ✿

~Emo mc~ [Idia x emo!mc] ❀

~Just like brand new~ [Yan!Idia x Robot!mc] ❀

~Human girl in NRC?!~ [Yan!DemonAU!Idia x fab!mc] ✿

~Demon Headcanons~ [Idia] ✾

~Diasomnia~🐉🦇⚔️🐊

~Musical!mc~ [Yan!Malleus x mc] ✾

~Amnesia!mc~ [Yan!Lilia x mc] ✿

~Malleus and his new pet~ [Yan!Malleus x Fairy!mc] ❀

~You and I will be one!~ [Yan!Lilia x Fairy!mc] ❀

~Demon Au~ [All the boys] ❀

~Mental-Exhausted!mc~ [Yan!Lilia x mc] ✿

~Mc with lover at home/dead~ [Yan!Malleus x mc] ✾

~Yandere Regrets~ [Yan!Silver x mc] ✾

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All the boys] ✿

~Found you!~ [Yan!General!Lilia x mc] ❀

~Sleep~ [yan!catnap?malleus x mc] ❀

~Abused!Mc~ [Yan!Silver x Abused!Mc] ✿

~Lilia sandwich~ [Yan!Lilia x mc x Yan!General!Lilia] ❀

~Other Twst characters~

~Celebrity Sandwich, with a hint of rivalry~ [Neige x mc] ❀

~Demon Au~ [Staff] ❀

~Let the fire purify you~ [Yan!Rollo x Pyrophobia!Mc] ✿

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All + Che'nya, Neige, and Rollo] ✿

~Disciplining a Pup~ [yan!demon/og! Divus Crewel x mc] ❀

[ironverseocs]

OC Valentine's Challenge 2024 -> Day 1: First Love

(Read on AO3)

Melissa scrambled up the limbs, hand over hand, feet scraping bark off where they struck and kicked off against the organism. She laughed as she chased Jackson higher up.

“Race ya to the top!” he said, unnecessarily so since he was already a yard from the last bough with two yards between him and Melissa.

“Says you with the head start,” Melissa sneered playfully. Nonetheless, she eagerly spurred on the pace.

Once she reached the last stable bough – something sturdy enough to support her weight to sit on –, she seated herself with her legs hanging off one side and her left hand wrapping around the top of the trunk for support. Jackson mirrored her on the opposite side. She could see half his face through the needles of the pine.

“So, what is it you wanted to give me?” she asked.

Jackson just smiled, a little bit sly, a little bit coy.

Melissa frowned.

“Don’t tell me it’s just this. Like, the view or whatever,” she said, finishing in thought, because that would be lame.

“It’s not.”

She waited for him to continue, to say what it was, but he held silent another moment longer.

“So?” she drew out. “What goes, Jack?”

Jackson sucked in his lips, pressing his mouth into a line. Suddenly, it was like all his glee had vanished and only his giddiness remained. He stared at her a second longer, then ripped his gaze away to stare at the ground below, a sizable drop below. Was that… sheepishness she was seeing? Why would he be scared? They had hung out all Summer since the moment he moved to her neighbourhood. They went to the movies together, biked to the far side of town, stayed up late into the night playing video games under the same roof or apart and online, speaking through headsets, trying to keep their voices low so they don’t wake up the whole of their households. His eyes drifted to a pocket on his cargo shorts before glancing behind him.

Melissa’s brows knit harder into one another.

He shoved his hand into the pocket and pulled out a parcel—brown paper wrapping with a red string tying off.

“Happy birthday,” he said quietly—in a tone that blew away all thought from the girl’s mind—and pressed his hand forward.

It was all Melissa could do to stare at it.

“For you,” he urged.

“Right. Duh,” she parried back and caught him in a glance before she took the parcel into her own hands. She flipped it over, studied the way the knot in the string was made and the tape was laid perfectly parallel with the edges of the paper. She looked at Jackson again.

There was a lump suddenly in her throat. “What is it?”

“Are you forgetting how gift giving works? You’re supposed to unwrap it and find out!”

Melissa holds back her sheepishness and peels the tape off with her fingertips. The package is irregularly shaped, cylindrical but squat, about one inch deep and three in diameter. It’s heavy, making Melissa guess it to be made of metal. She finishes peeling off the last of the tape, unraveled the paper, and revealed —

Her eyes flash wide and round; glittering bronze, polished glass, a shifting stick half red, half white with letters inscribed around the outside. White on black. Despite its now polished nature, she can tell it used to be old. An antique.

“Jackson, I — how much—” Breath catches in her throat. “This must have cost…” She doesn’t know exactly, but the gist…? “A lot. What made you– why– ?”

He shrugs. “I knew you’d like it. And…” He looks away, his cheeks tingeing with pink. “I like you.”

It’s Melissa’s turn to turn pink, from the tips of her ears to the bridge of her nose. Butterflies begin to flutter in her stomach, preparing for a liftoff. He likes me? she repeats internally, trying to comprehend what that actually means. She blinks, trying to make sense of it, and then it hits her: Yeah, right, he likes her; they’re friends. Why would he hang out with her if he didn’t like her?

But then, why would he have to say something like that, if both of us already know it’s true?

“Sure,” she says simply, cautiously, “like, as a friend, right?” Melissa studies the antique compass resting in her palm while in wait for a response. While probing the space for clarity, she cannot look at him. She cannot give him more than her carefully chosen words. She cannot take this too fast— assume too much, and fall flat on her face as a result.

“No, like…”

Jackson’s hand is suddenly on her wrist, gentle yet alluring, and the gesture tugs at her mind enough that she allows her curiosity to take over. She shifts eyes to the corners, lifts her chin a fraction… he takes his hand away, now that he’s got her attention, and smiles—a small smile not like the one before slightly sly but innocent and pure like stars in a midnight sky.

“Like this.” He leans forward, over the tops of the pine branches, and presses a kiss to her cheek. Before she can react, he pulls back, suddenly flushed with colour, gaze sheepishly casting down. But then, he realises, and his posture springs up; he looks alarmed. “I’m sorry. That was probably too much. I think I—”

“No,” Melissa states firmly, and her confidence shocks the both of them. “Why ‘sorry’?” And then she laughs. She can’t help it. The lost puppy look on his face makes it all ten times better. She should stop— she should sober up and ease his worries, but she can’t, for all she’s feeling is one hundred percent glee. “No no, you can’t be sorry,” she starts again. “Because if you’re sorry, I can’t do this.”

As best she can, Melissa twists on the branch she’s sitting on so she’s facing him, closes her fist around the compass (to tuck it into her coat pocket), and then reaches herself forward to catch him on the lips.

It’s a quick peck. Like his was to her cheek. But Melissa hopes it conveys all the sentiment she is unable to express into words. For things like this, words barely do the feelings justice. A simple ‘thank you’ does not express the warmth behind her sternum, filling up her ribcage.

When she pulls back…

“I like you, too,” she says. “So, there.”

Jackson’s smile is slow to grow across his face, but he says back to her, “There.”

“Thank you,” Melissa presses, “times a million, for the present. I can’t believe that you’d… How did you afford it?”

“Told my dad I wanted it, then gave it to you.”

Just like that? If she were in another state of mind (not a young love-spun one), she’d marvel at how easy he made that sound, how Jackson had spoken of his deed like it was easier than a breeze. Like using his parent to give him something that he wasn’t even going to keep… and then giving it to her… the awe of it wrapped around Melissa’s mind and would not let go.

“Well, tell you dad thanks for spending the money,” she jokes.

He smiles.

"But,—" more sincere, "thank you for getting it in the first place."

They’re back to their usual dynamic, it seems, but with one very significant change:

Now, they hold each other’s hands.

–

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[oceangirl24]

Autumn in Philadelphia Series Master List *Updated 02/17/24*

02/17/2024: I have incredible friends who have contributed to the AiP world. They are incredible writers whose profiles are worth checking out as BMW is not their usual fandom.

Scroll down to One Shots to check them out.

Quick search: AiP Related stories on AO3

Series link on AO3: Autumn In Philadelphia

Twenty years ago, Shawn Hunter had the opportunity to have the kind of family Cory Matthews had, but a jealous ex-girlfriend of his foster father destroyed that chance. After 17 years on the run, he has a chance for that happy ending again. But he isn't the only one who's back. As history gets set to repeat itself, Shawn enlists the help of his best friends and newly found sister to correct the mistakes of the past.

A Jonathan Turner and Shawn Hunter story with the entire BMW and GMW cast set in 1995 and 2015.

Canon-compliant. The presence of Audrey changes nothing that happens in BMW or GMW. This series tries to wrangle canon loose ends and continuity confusion into a cohesive story.

Audrey was created in 1995.

The Books:

Autumn in Philadelphia- Jon and Shawn try to settle into their changing roles from teacher and student to guardian and charge with limited to success. A student teacher assigned to Jon changes his relationship with Shawn in ways he could never have imagined. (Complete)

AO3 FFN WattPad

Autumn in Philadelphia: The Return- It's been 17 years since Shawn turned his back on Jon. Now that he's back in New York City for good, Cory forces a meeting between him and Jon. A series of events started by a poorly timed joke brings Shawn home to the family he's always wanted and who's kept a room waiting for him.

Unfortunately, Shawn isn't the only one from Jon's past who's back. (Complete)

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Autumn in Philadelphia: Saudade- The family returns to Philadelphia for Spring Break. Jon and Shawn finally sit down and explore the reasons for their estrangement with everyone who was there: Cory, Topanga, Eric, Jack, Angela, and Audrey.

Meanwhile, Jon's past threatens to destroy the life he's built for himself and his family.

AO3 FFN WattPad

Companion stories:

Flashbacks- Flashbacks of a year in the life of Shawn Hunter and Jonathan Turner. Taken from the main books so they're easier to find. Most chapters are one-shots.

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Christmas to Last a Lifetime- The holiday season begins early as Shawn recalls his first Christmas with Jon. One that lasted an entire month. (Complete)

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Birthday Wishes and Valentine Kisses- For the first time in his life, Shawn is having the birthday party of his dreams courtesy of Jon. However, with his birthday falling near a certain holiday, he uses party planning to scheme against his teacher.

Bringing Cory, Topanga, and his new girlfriend, Dana, along for the ride, Shawn creates the perfect plan to get Jon away from Chubbies on the night of the party. Everything goes off without a hitch until the friends begin to find loose ends everywhere that threaten their plans.

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One-Shots:

The following stories are a part of the AiP universe although where their fit into the timeline is nebulous. And in one story AiP is that world's BMW.

*NEW* If You Love Someone by Yotsubadancesintherain5

On a cold winter morning Jon wakes up with a clear mind. In comparison to how his winter mornings used to go, the mornings he has now that Audrey and Shawn are in his life are much more colorful, warm and loving - and noisy, because there are some loud cooking noises going on in his kitchen.

*NEW* Sniffing Out a Rat by @sliebman10

When Shawn plays a prank on Mr. Turner during class, he and Shawn have a heart to heart about his behavior.

*NEW* Breaking the Fourth Wall by @the-orion-scribe

A Gravity Falls next-gen story featuring Dipper and Pacifica's children. AiP appears as this world's BMW.

*NEW* Beneath A Scarlet Ribbon by @mrsmungus

December 98, their first New York Christmas.

Jon and Audrey decorate their tree and find themselves reminded of the past, while trying to live their present. But an early Christmas gift from Jon suddenly has the future looking a lot clearer.

Sick Day- Shawn is really sick. Audrey is really out of town. And Jon really doesn't know what to do.

AO3 FFN WattPad

A Boy and His (Teacher's) Motorcycle- A call from Chet sets Shawn off and puts him at odds with Jon. Shawn is convinced the only way to save his relationship with his mentor is to move out before he gets kicked out.

AO3 FFN WattPad

The Darkest Night-Jon goes through the darkest night of his life. Alone.

AO3 FFN WattPad

Shades of Love: A Shondrey Collection- Family is what you make it and with whom you make it.

A collection of drabbles, double drabbles, and slice of life moments with the family they found.

The name Shondrey (Shawn, Jon, and Audrey) comes from @mrsmungus (Mirandabelle ) who gave this little family their name. She was also the one to coin Jondrey (Jon and Audrey's ship name). This is quite an honor for me as she writes another favorite family of mine Tiva (Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David) and Tivali (Tony, Ziva, Tali).

AO3 FFN (Not available on Wattpad yet)

Daredevil Hunter by TheSalty- “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Why did that question seem to define Shawn Hunter's life?

This story was written for me and my sis, @justanotherpersonwhowrites by our incredible nephew, @tsunderesalty. Set earlier in the AiP timeline, this story captures the spirit of season 2 so well. Audrey's inclusion is just perfect.

AO3

When One Door Closes by Mirandabelle- Jon Turner learns a lesson in hope, patience and love as he tries to settle his newborn daughter to sleep.

This is a very special story written as a gift for me by my dear friend and sister @mrsmungus. It is perfection!

AO3

The Art of Autumn in Philadelphia- Original artwork for the series by yours truly.😊

Coming Soon:

I have several one-shots planned centering on Shawn, Jon, and Audrey in 1994/95.

[thanatasia]

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

I’ve been working on and off on this art challenge that I will be continuing until I finish them all despite the month lol

I’ve got an important commission set to finish before my birthday so my time for self indulgent art is lower than before.

We’ve seen Day 1 earlier this month but a cute first kiss between Fleur and Razer when she confessed her feelings to Razer.

Cha’l and Shiyoon sharing a morning kiss before beginning their day with all of their childlings ready to cause mischief lol. I imaging that the two stay in bed a few extra minutes to just enjoy each others company before their days truly begin lol

Next is Kiel and Sammi enjoying a well deserved date away from all their childlings. Azra is probably babysitting because she knows how to gets all the kiddos in line. Kiel and Sammi’s dates are always welcomed breaths of fresh air, enjoying the serenity and quite of the forest or shores, depending on the location.

The following are two characters no one except my bestie and sister would know, because they are Ocs from a story my sister and I were creating. The guy on the left is Tatsuya and the girl is Asphodel. They have a intense slow burn romance because like all stories with young adults, they are trying to prevent the end of the world. Normally Asphodel has much longer hair but I always intended to have her hair short before the big battle. Here the two share a final kiss before that battle because I imagine they confess to each other earlier.

Continuing on with OceanPetals, we have them trying to share a kiss but their itty bitty baby had a nightmare. So kissy time has to be put on hold lol. The romance isn’t lost for the new parents though! They sneak little pecks here and there. But when their precious treasure calls out for them, nothing else matters. A rare pencil sketch from me because my eyes have gotten pretty bad so I need to limit my screen time. A girl can spend hours and hours straight drawing a piece *cough cough* and searching the web lol

Finally, we have a younger Bhihaar and Maeve sharing a secret moment together. I need to figure out what Bhihaar’s lie is to his Xeric that makes it easy for him to sneak out without much suspicion. Maeve is conflicted because on one hand she doesn’t care what her parents think of the relationship. But, she also is deathly afraid of being disowned by them in these early romantic meet ups. Her wings are missing for the laziness I feel atm, I tried but my brain kinda shut off.

All of these pieces range in many coloring styles but certain ones I plan on prettying up like the first piece.

Razer, Shiyoon and Sammi belong to my dear friend @jack-toons and you can check out their work of them on their other account @myfanartblogplusshippingtrash

[bitchyfoxymama]

Bitchyglitterfox Masterlist

All of my Fics are Reader Insert

Last updated: April 24 2023

** - Indicates Smut

My Recommendation List

House of The Dragon/Game of Thrones

Rhaenyra Targaryen

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship

Alicent Hightower

The Queen's Secret **

Daemon Targaryen

Moon of my life **

Dragon Riders

Ser Harwin Strong

Coming Soon

Ser Criston Cole

I'll Gladly Be Your Whore **

Aegon Targaryen II

Bath Time

He May Be A Beast Or A Troll

Helaena Targaryen

My Sweet Helaena**

Aemond Targaryen

Little Dove **

Jacerys Velaryon

Remember Me

Christmas Cookies - Modern AU

Go Get'em Tiger

Multiple Characters

Dead Girl Walking

Decorating The Christmas Tree - Modern AU

Series

Survive - Zombie Apocalypse and Modern AU

Marvel - Cinematic and Sonyverse

Moon Knight

Moon Boys Go To Knotts

Rise Once More

Doppelganger

Traditions

Down Bad For Teacher **

The System As College Professors

Sour

Kpop Groups I Think The Moon Boys Would Be Into

Who The Hell Is Moon Knight

Pegging The Moon Knight System**

Jack Russell

Dia De Los Muertos

Champurrado Kisses In the Moonlight

Sorry I Couldn't Save You

Sex Pollen**

Bucky Barnes

A Love Through The Ages

Dancing In The Moonlight

Don't Ever Call Me Doll

With You Til The End Of The Line

Steve Rogers

Travelin' Soldier

One Last Dance

NSFW Alphabet**

Wanda Maximoff

Valentines Day

Moonlight Sunrise

Pietro Maximoff

Angel

Stephan Strange

Anal Play**

Fate

Tony Stark

The One That Got Away

Clint Barton

Marry Me

Peter Parker

Petals and Bullets(TASM)

Always Second Best(TASM)

Full Moon(MSM) Werewolf AU

Multiple Characters

Happy Birthday - Various Avengers

How They Are One Your Period** - MoonKnight and Jack Russell

What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Moon Knight and Jack Russell

Werewolves and Moon Knights and Magic! Oh My!** Jack Russell and Moon Knight

Incorrect Quotes

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Series

Blinding Light** (Hiatus) - Avengers

The Sun Will Shine On Us Again(Hiatus) - Various Avengers

The Sun Will Shine On Us Again Pt 2(Hiatus) - Various Avengers

Dirty Little Secret** - Moon Knight

Stranger Things

Robin Buckley

The Siren And The Fairy**

Stuck

Steve Harrington

Amnesia

First Snow Day

Eddie Munson

Oopsie Daisy

Feeding Time

Christmas Movies

After Concert Treat**

Nancy Wheeler

Coming soon

Jonathan Byers

Breathe Play**

Argyle

Coming soon

Multiple Characters

What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington

Series

Star Wars - OG!Trilogy, Prequels, Sequels, and Shows

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Anakin Skywalker

In Another Life

Luke Skywalker

Shower Sex**

Din Djarin

Forever and Always

Poe Dameron

Hey There Fly Boy

Slashers

House Of Wax

Relaxation

Saviors

Halloween OG and RZ

The Boy

Save Me

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Showing The Hewitts How To Season Their Food

Multiple Characters

Suckin Off The Slashers**

What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Sinclair Brothers and Thomas Hewitt

Series

Triple Frontier

Santiago 'Pope' Garcia

Coming soon

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales

Belly Lift

Will 'Ironhead' Miller

Coming soon

Ben 'Benny' Miller

Coming soon

Multiple Characters

No One Gets Left Behind Or Forgotten

Series

The Last Of Us

Clementine

Multiple Characters

Series

COMING SOON

COD: Modern Warfare II

König

Silly little Thoughts

Simon 'Ghost' Reily

Coming soon

John 'Soap' Mactavish

Coming soon

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Valentines Day

LOVE A BLACK WOMAN TO INFINITY TO INFINITY......

Anyways this is my first request so hehehehe

Prompt: Dark Skin beauty getting loved on for valentines day

Warnings: Smut (it's valentines lmao), fluff, cursing, daddy kink, spit kink, hair pulling, spanking

I think that's it....

Jack Harlow x Dark Skin! Black Reader

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Jack's POV

Buzzzzz....

I sighed lowly as I felt my apple watch vibrate. I made sure I didn't make a loud enough alarm to wake my girlfriend since I had to prepare her first surprise of the day. I looked over at her nude sleeping body with a smile "My god you are beautiful" I said to myself as I kissed her back

I got out of bed carefully not to wake her and walked into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and fluffed out my hair before heading downstairs. I adjusted my boxers as they were riding up. I grabbed the eggs, bread, pancake batter, bacon, oranges, strawberries, chocolate chips, and all the kitchen equipment I needed. I started off by cooking the pancakes and seasoning the eggs with some salt and pepper with a pinch of cayenne. I buttered the bread and toasted it on the stovetop. I plated the two chocolate chip pancakes with some cut-up strawberries and some chocolate drizzle on top. Next, I placed her fried medium-well eggs next and lastly her bacon. I took her bread and placed it on a mini plate with some jelly. I pressed the oranges made fresh orange juice and put a little sugar in it. I cleaned up all the dishes which luckily I didn't have a lot since I was cleaning as I go.

"Please don't fall...please don't fall" I mumbled as I walked up to our shared bedroom

I pushed open the door with my back and placed the tray on the nightstand and sighed "Damn I need some orange juice" I said taking a sip

"Isn't that supposed to be for me" y/n's sleepy teasing voice ran through the room making me freeze

I put the half-finished orange juice down and gave her a smile "This is all a dream" I said waving my arms around making her sexy laugh fill the room

"Mmm come here pa" she said holding her arms up making the sheet drop from her chest which let her breast show

I licked my lips and climbed on top of her "Happy valentines day my queen" I mumbled making her smile as her hands ran through my slightly nappy hair

"Happy birthday king" she breathed making the smell of mint fill my nose

I frowned making her chuckle "I woke up like 10 minutes after you got up. You know I can't sleep without you baby" she said making me smile

I shook my head and connected our lips in a soft kiss. She bit my lip earning a groan from me as our tongues swirled around each other in sync. I pressed my hips into hers earning a light gasp from her before giggling. I chuckled and pulled back which earned a whine from her.

I shook my head and put her tray of food on her lap after she got in a comfortable position "Mmmm come eat with me please" she said with a pout

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Y/n's POV

After breakfast, Jack and I took a shower, and now we're getting ready to go out for a shopping spree. I was in the bathroom wrapped in a towel on my phone making a sweet love-filled Instagram post.

@officially_yn

Today is one of the 365 days that me being spoiled is justified...lmao I'm just playing. The day I met jack I knew I found someone special just by the way he was looking at me. That smile, those eyes ugh just everything about him. Even his corny ass jokes made me laugh. He was smooth and earned his way into my heart. I can say proudly that I have found my soulmate. So today is the day where we both spoil each other and treat each other with the love that we share. @JackHarlow I am proud to call you my boyfriend and hopefully one day I can call you my husband and the father of our children. I'm so deeply in love with you and I can't wait to spend the day with you and many more. I love you pa. ���😘💍

"You're so cute ma" I heard Jack say as he walked into our bathroom

I smiled at him through the mirror before turning around "You know I had to show out for my king" I said wrapping my arms around his neck

"I know, go look at my post" he said kissing my neck

s@Jackharlow

Y/n Y/l/n my future wife, future baby mama, happy valentines day. Today I get to love and spoil you all I want and treat you like the queen you are. When we met I was immediately drawn in by your beauty and just your vibe. Your laugh is contagious and your smile could light up a room. I am so lucky to be able to wake up and see your beautiful face and to call you my girlfriend. I hope we have many more valentines together and hopefully be able to call you my wife next time around. @official_yn

I shook my head as I finished reading "You plan on proposing huh" I questioned making him laugh

"That's what I plan" he responded rubbing my thighs

"Well right now I want you right here with me" I said making him nod

"Yes ma'am" he said before connecting our lips

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After shopping...

"Baby you better not let me hit a wall. I will cut you" I threatened only hearing him chuckle in return

We just got back from the Cheesecake factory and Jack told me I still had a few more surprises. In all honesty, the only thing I want to do is give my man his gifts and ride his dick until the sun comes up.

"Alright, look" he said removing his hands from over my eyes

My eyes immediately watered at the roses everywhere and heart balloons "Jack" I said softly

"Keep walking baby" he said kissing the side of my head

I walked towards the stairs and shook my head as I felt a tear run down my face. "Go to the room first" he spoke softly as he rubbed my back

As we walked down the hallway I didn't notice Jack recording me secretly. I pushed our bedroom door open and clamped my hand over my mouth as I looked over the room (a/n- it's just the decorations, not the room itself). I looked back at jack and pulled him into a tight hug as I cried softly into his shoulder.

"Stop crying mama, you got one more thing" he said as he pecked my lips

He wiped my face and intertwined our fingers "You need to stop making me cry" I mumbled making him snort

He opened the bathroom door and I smiled hard looking at his setup "You sneaky bitch" I said hitting his arm lightly

He shook his head and pulled me into him. I immediately connected our lips in a passionate kiss. His hands gripped my ass before smacking both cheeks roughly which brought out a gasp from me.

"Mmm fuck a bath nigga" I said making him chuckle

"Nah I need you nice and relaxed before I bust yo shit" he said making me bite my lip

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Jack's POV

"Baby you want the rest of these......" the words were caught in my throat as I looked at y/n who was laying in the middle of our bed in lingerie

"I want you right here" she said smirking at me

I swallowed hard and set down the tray before walking over to y/n. She sat up and rubbed her nails on my stomach making me shudder. She pulled off my towel and licked her lips.

"Baby" I breathed as she kitten licked my dick

"Mmmm you need me pa?" she teased as she stroked my dick

My hips jerked while I nodded "Please baby" I whimpered

She sent me a smirk before she placed my tip in her mouth. I bit my lip as I looked down at her while she sucked my dick like a pro "Fuck" I sighed throwing my head back

I felt her hands trail down my stomach before she cupped my balls "S-shit" I moaned looking down at her only to find her piercing eyes already staring up at me

I gripped her hair and slowly started to thrust into her wet mouth "Suck this dick ma" I gritted as she gagged lightly as I fucked her throat harder

She created bubbles and made it messier "Nast fucking bitch, you love this dick huh baby?" I moaned

She looked up at me and nodded "Mhm fuck baby I'm almost there" I said

She pulled her mouth off and went to suck on my balls as her hands played with my tip "You ready to cum for me daddy?" she questioned

My eyes rolled back as she deep throated my dick once again as her hands still massaged my balls "Oh my fucking god" I groaned as I held her head to my abdomen

My hips jerked as I came into her mouth. She moaned softly as she swallowed. I sighed "Baby- shit" I gasped as she cleaned my dick up

She pulled back with a smirk as she wiped her mouth "You dangerous" I said breathing hard

She giggled as she laid back on the bed "And I'm all yours" she said

I nodded and climbed over her body "You damn right" I said before kissing her plump lips

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Y/n's POV

"D-daddy fuuuuck" I moaned loudly as jack hit my g-spot repeatedly

"Stop fucking running y/n" he gritted grabbing my legs and pushing them to my chest

"It's too much" I whined before gasping as he gripped my jaw

"Take yo dick bae" he smirked teasingly

I licked my lips and opened my mouth making him shake his head "Such a fucking slut" he gritted before spitting in my mouth

I moaned and swallowed it "You fucking me so good" I moaned out

He pulled out making me whine "Come on" he said getting off the bed

I eyed him in confusion as he helped me up. He kissed me sloppily as he brought us to our big windows. I smirked and turned around "Fuck me daddy" I said putting my hands on the window

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"I love you, Jack Harlow" I said

After a few more rounds we decided to call it a night. We took a shower and jack cleaned up before coming to the bed.

He smiled and pecked my lips "I love you so much more y/n" he said making me smile

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@betterkeepmewetterthanabayou I hope you enjoyed it

Also sorry this came out so late, my schedule has been all over the place lately

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Valentine’s Gift Messages

● Info: From Jan 20 - Feb 14, 2021, Aniplex offered a Valentine’s Day Gift where you could order a scarf & charm set of your Twst boy and send them a letter. These are the response cards that each of them sent back to you on May 15. ● Note: All of these were originally in English; I didn’t translate or edit them in any way.

Here is a thread of all their signatures!

Edit: Initially the Mostro Lounge was misspelt as “Monstro” in Azul’s card, but on May 25 this was acknowledged as a typo and those who had purchased the card were offered an exchange.

Riddle Dear friend, Thank you for the present. Your choice in gifts has absolutely delighted me. Tell you what, why don’t I invite you to a lovely afternoon tea later? Just as a way to express my gratitude. Of course, you won’t turn down the invitation, I trust?

Ace Hey you, Thanks for the present. But what’s up with the sudden gesture? Are you trying to apologize for something here? ...JUST KIDDING! I actually need to talk to you about something, too. See you in class later!

Deuce Friend, Thank you for the present. You surprised me a bit with that since we don’t often get chances to give our classmates gifts. I’m so happy! Today is going to be a great day. I’ll thank you again when I see you in class later!

Cater Helloooooo, Thanks for the present! It was totally awesome! I didn’t know you were an expert at choosing thoughtful gifts ♪ I already took a picture and put it up on Magicam, so go and give it a Like! ;)

Trey Hey you, Thanks for the gift. I didn’t expect anything from you, so you kind of surprised me. Now what should I give in return... I don’t want to give you something you don’t like, so please tell me: Is there anything you want? If there is, I’ll try to find it for you! Hope you have a great one!

Leona Good day, Etiquette dictates that I must express my gratitude for the thoughtful gift you have given me. Your offering is commendable as a show of loyalty and respect. If the mood takes me, I may even give you a little something in return.

Jack Friend, Thank you for the present. Just letting you know I got it. Let me treat you to a meal tomorrow. Whatever you want. ...I don’t like the idea of owing you a favor, so make sure you keep tomorrow open.

Ruggie Hey you, Thanks for the awesome gift. I’m gonna cherish it forever! Even if you ask for it back, you’re not getting it! Wow, this made my day so much better!

Azul My dear friend, Thank you so very much for this absolutely wonderful present. I am positively overjoyed to receive such an affectionate gift. When you have the time, please do drop by the Mostro Lounge. Present the enclosed card at the door and you can enjoy a complimentary drink on me.

Jade To my dearest, My most sincere gratitude for this splendid gift. I am truly moved by your careful consideration and good taste, and will cherish this present. In fact, I shall even display it in my room. Truly. Would I lie to you?

Floyd Little shrimpy, Hey, thanks for the gift! I don’t think it’s my birthday though, so what gives? It’s a little weird just getting something out of the blue. Don’t worry. I’ll get the reason for this outta you. Just you wait.

Kalim Hey love, Thank you for that wonderful gift! Getting something like this from you just put a smile on my face! Let me throw a feast to show my gratitude! After that, I’ll take you on a magic carpet ride, it’ll be really fun!

Jamil Dear friend, Thank you for the gift. To think I would receive something from you... Well, it caught me off guard. I’d like to give you something in return. Hmm... What should it be? What might you like? Why don’t you come down to Scarabia sometime and we’ll discuss over a cup of tea.

Vil My dear, How very brave of you to attempt finding a gift for ME. And I really must say, it is...not half bad. I suppose I will give you something in return, so be a dear and take this card I’ve signed for you. Now, hush. No need to do anything so gauche as weeping in gratitude. You’ve earned this.

Epel Dear friend, Thank you for the present! It’s really nice to get gifts from people other than my own relatives. I tried to get you something to say thank you, by the way. I think you’ll be pleased with it. Well, I hope so anyway. See you later.

Rook Hey love, Little birds, flying and singing among the flowers, with the warm rays of the sun shining above. The beautiful scenery of spring comes to mind whenever I close my eyes, and this is all thanks to your lovely gift. Merci! You have my sincerest gratitude, from the bottom of my heart.

Idia @YOU whatta shock thought i was sleep shopping or sth but then i opened the package and found ur gift. ur a bit of an oddball huh? y give someone like me a present? still, thx and all that. Kthxbye

Ortho Dear friend, Thank you for the present! It was wonderful! I was so happy to get it. Sooo, I tried to search online for some things you might like, but there are so many choices... I can’t pick just one! Promise me that next time I see you, you’ll tell me what you would like.

Malleus Dearest, My thanks for such a truly wonderful present. It is only fitting that I should give you something in return. How about the gift of beauty? Perhaps the gift of song? Or... Well, never mind. Just a joke based on the legends, you know. I shall give you something I picked out myself.

Silver Hey you, Thank you for the gift. I just got it. A heartfelt gift really does brighten someone’s day, huh? I actually did pick something out for you, and I hope you’ll be happy with itttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

Sebek Human, I thought you had passed me an offering intended for Lord Malleus, but I was surprised to discover that it was meant for me. I see through your subterfuge! In truth, you simply wish to hear of Lord Malleus’s many great exploits, yes? That is WONDERFUL! Come to my room later, and I will tell you many stories of Lord Malleus!

Lilia My dear, Thank you for the present. Aren’t you the witty one, preparing a surprise for me like that? Who would have thought something like this might excite me so. It really is unbefitting someone of my age. I have enclosed my signature as a gesture of gratitude. Rejoice! It is a most rare and prestigious gift!

Crowley Dear student, Thank you for the present. You don’t think this gift will buy you anything, do you? I jest. I will gladly accept this. Seeing you excel in your duties as a janitorial staff...ah, I mean...as a dorm prefect... Well, to be honest, I am quite impressed. My expectations for you remain high going forward. Do keep up the good work.

Crewel Dear student, Thank you for the present. However, sending gifts to the faculty members is not appropriate. Evidently you still require discipline. If you wish to please me, then perhaps you should focus your efforts on improving your performance on your next test. Is that clear, puppy?

Trein Dear student, You have sent a present...to me? I am not especially fond of people stepping beyond their station. Students should focus their attention on other students, and behave accordingly. ...Having said that, I do appreciate the gesture. If there’s anything you don’t understand from my lectures, you are welcome to ask me.

Vargas Dear student, Thanks for the gift. I see you have become hopelessly obsessed with my impossibly perfect physique. In response to your understandable admiration, I will put together a training regimen just for you. Stick to it, and you will have the same bargelike physique that I do!

Sam My little imp... Hey, what’s up! I thought you were looking to sell me something valuable, but no! A present just for me! Well, my thanks for such a wonderful gesture. If there’s anything you may desire in the future, just drop by Mr. Sam’s Mystery Shop. So long as you want it, it’ll be in stock. You have my personal guarantee!

Grim Dear underling, Myahaha! So you remembered to present me with an offering, huh? I see great things in your future! Now just keep your every waking moment dedicated to serving me, the great Lord Grim, heart and soul, as I will one day become the greatest sorcerer in the world! You got that, partner?

[literaryslapshot]

9. Jack Harlow

valentines blurb event

"you're the sweetest person ever" & "i'm allergic to flowers"

contains: fem!reader, cuss words, a LITTLE steamy at the end

i combined this ask w another one!

jack knew that he was either going to go big, or go home. though he love and appreciated you every single chance he got, nothing compared to how he planned to shower you on valentines day.

he started off his day by showing up to your place early. he knew you would still be asleep so he let himself in with the key you gave him a while back. jack had gone by and ordered your favorite breakfast and coffee for you. he went and picked up a large bouquet of flowers that he had ordered a few weeks back just for today.

he waited until he couldn't anymore to wake you up and surprise you. he quietly knocked on the bedroom door before quietly opening the door. you were still asleep, the fluffy duvet and blankets covering you to keep you warm. like a giddy little kid he tiptoed to your side of the bed and gently shook you.

groaning you attempted to roll back over, but once you realized you were being shaken you instantly shot up and opened your eyes wide, gasping in shock. but you saw it was just jack, and heard him laugh you calmed down, pressing a hand over your chest. "relax mama, s' just me," he reached forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

you chuckled through heavy breaths, reaching back to him and giving him a kiss on the lips, resting your hand on his cheek. "why are you here so early?" you asked, scooting over so jack could lay on the bed with you.

"it's valentine's day, duh. totally not cause i love you, or anything," jack teased, causing you to lightly shove him in a playful way. he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, giving you another kiss on the side of your head and letting you get closer to him. "happy valentines day bubs," he mumbled, resting his head on yours.

jack then told you what he had planned for you both today. discussed lunch and dinner plans, and he described that he wanted to take you to a shopping, spoil you silly.

he waited on your bed while you got dressed for the time being until you had to leave for lunch, and you still had no clue about what jack had waiting for you in the kitchen. "jacky wait-" you stopped him right as he was heading towards the door of your bedroom. you handed him a box with a red bow on top, waiting to be opened.

"what's this?" he asked, a grin on his face as he looked down at you with peering eyes. you didn't respond as you waited for him to open the gift to speak.

taking the lid off he was met with a new chain, and a pendant with your first initial on it. he grinned, biting on his bottom lip as he slowly took it out of the box and off the foam. "oh mama..." he started, admiring every little detail. "this is perfect...m' gonna wear it every day."

you giggled, stretching up to give him a kiss. "i hope so, i saved up for it. now we have matching ones," you said, referring to the necklace that jack gave you for your birthday a while back with a j initial. "happy valentines day."

"okay, now i gotta show you one of the surprises for you." jack pulled you by the hand into the kitchen after taking the necklace and setting it on your bed for the moment.

you turned the corner and saw what he got you, breakfast, coffee, and the biggest bouquet you have ever seen. you gasped and smiled, pulling jack close to you and wrapping your arms around his chest. "what's all this?" you asked and smiled.

"i got you breakfast from that place you like down the street, starbies, and then flowers. even though i'm allergic to flowers and sneezed the whole way here with em' in the car." jack explained, walking with you towards the kitchen island where he started to heat up the food for you.

"you're the sweetest person ever, jacky." taking a sip of your starbucks you hummed, reaching up and pressing another kiss to his cheek. something he could never get tired of.

"you know i'ma do this all the time, i mean, i already do. this is just another day," jack explained, putting your breakfast on a plate for you and sliding it to you on the counter. you grinned, taking your fork and cutting into the pancakes.

"are you not gonna eat?" you asked, taking a mouthful of food and sighing at how wonderful the pancakes always tasted from the place down the street. he sat next to you on the counter, hopping up and scooting the flowers away from his face so he won't sneeze again.

"i will, later. i wanna eat something else, something between your legs." his words made you blush as his nose brushed against your skin. you felt hot and you ate another chunk of pancake before making eye contact. "but take your time, you'll need your energy for later today too."

[slasher-i-hardly-know-her]

Care to join the family reunion??????

John Kramer- Starts up a trivia game and slowly starts to get more and more competitive.

Tiffany Valentine- The one that has ALL the family gossip. Sit next to her if you really want the tea.

Hannibal- Also partakes in the trivia game and argues constantly with the other players. Knows all the answers.

Candyman- Brought a sketchbook and wants to be left alone. Sometimes talks with Hannibal and Norman but other than that don’t talk to him.

Amanda young- She’s like the older cousin you want to hang out with but she doesn’t want to hang out with you. She brought headphones to drown out the others. Doesn’t want to be there.

Stu/Billy- The chaotic cousins that manage to break several things and almost catch the house of fire five times.

Jason- The one who doesn’t know what to do with himself. Does he belong at the kids table or the adult table. Poor guys doesn’t know.

Pennywise- Low key the one everyone is kinda afraid of. He bursts out in fits of laughter randomly making everyone jump out of their skin.

Micheal- Bold of you to assume he wants to go to the family reunion.

Bubba- The one in charge of cooking the barbecue dinner. They had to convince him to not use human meat.

Drayton- Is pissy because he hates how much people are in the house.

Nubbins- Is in charge of taking the family photos. Most of them end up being out of focus and blurry.

Chop top- Is in charge of the music. Will chop off your fingers if you try to control the jams.

Chucky- Is pissed off because he has to be there so he makes sure to piss everyone else off so everyone feels his pain.

Jack Torrence- Brought the drinks and claims he is the bartender. Probably ends up being the first one drunk.

Freddy- Was in charge of getting the decorations. He stole them all from a child’s birthday party so have fun with the plates and cups that say happy fifth birthday.

Norman Bates- Partly hides upstairs in his room and partly tries to murder Billy and Stu for breaking things.

Carrie White- Is the nice cousin that hangs out with you. Probably ends up doing your hair, makeup, nails, or anything else you might want to do. Overall nice to hang out with.

Brahms- Brahms can’t come to the phone right now too much social interaction. Stinky wall boi gladly stays in the wall.

Pamela- The tired mother that is just trying to have a nice family reunion.

[bagelboys-withcreamcheese]

Modern!Reader + The Cowpokes

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Halloween Edition

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*carving pumpkins*

Kieran: I made a vampire, what did you guys make?

Reader: I made a kickass bong.

Kieran: Creative!

Sean, carving a hole: I’m gonna fuck this pumpkin.

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Jack: *falls over in his costume*

Jack, muffled, face down on the ground: I’m okay!

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Reader, pointing to a pumpkin patch: Look at all these basketballs!

Sean: You dumb bitch, those are Halloween apples.

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*trick or treating in Valentine*

Abigail: You’re gonna knock on the door, and when they open the door, what are you gonna say?

Jack:

Jack: Happy Birthday!

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Arthur: Why do you like Halloween so much?

Reader: It’s always Halloween in my soul.

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Micah, wearing a scary mask: Boo!

Reader: *unfazed*

Micah: *takes off mask*

Reader: *screams*

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Reader, showing Hosea the bat decorations they made: Look it!!! It’s freaking bats!! I love Halloween.

Hosea, who was woken up and is still half asleep: Y/N, it’s 2am.

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Lenny: Do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a few too many teeth? Like how many times have you passed something on the street and you just didn’t notice it? Reader, turning and yelling towards the gang: Stay woke, monsterfuckers, you’re love is out there!! Lenny: Y’know what? Not my point at all in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration.

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Miss Grimshaw: Y/N... why are you painting pentagrams on the tables? Reader: You told me to satanize the tables before supper? Miss Grimshaw: Miss Grimshaw: I said sanitize, Y/N.

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Reader: Trick or YEET???

Dutch, just trying to read: ...yeet?

Reader: *throws a pie at his face*

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Reader: Have you picked out your Halloween costume yet?

Hosea: Yep. I decided I wanted to dress up as an idiot.

Dutch, oblivious: Hey, Hosea, here’s those clothes you wanted to borrow.

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Reader: Arthur, I thought you said you were going to help put up Halloween decorations?

Arthur: I am.

Reader: You’re just putting up pictures of Micah?

Arthur: You said you wanted scary decorations.

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Reader: I think I’m going to get into the Halloween spirit by making a ghost.

Lenny: Isn’t that just murder?

Reader, glaring at Micah: Yes.

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Reader: What do you want to be for Halloween?

Molly: Loved.

Reader: Oh.

Reader: Anyways, I wanna be mothman-

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Reader: I’ve never bought plastic skeletons, they’re bad for the environment.

Karen: Locally sourced ones are much more environmentally friendly.

Reader: Exactly.

Mary-Beth, trembling: W-where did you say you got those skeleton decorations again??

[sequinsmile-x]

ONE SHOTS (A - H)

A list of standalone one shots that do not form part of a series. Please check here for series you might be looking for

200 - It's a normal case, or as normal as a case gets for them, right up until it isn't. My 200th Hotchniss fic

A Battle Hero's Welcome - It was only when she was in Paris, long lonely days stretched out ahead of her, that Emily had come to terms with the fact no one had ever loved her for who she actually was. Emily and Aaron go to an event Elizabeth is hosting.

A Life of Ease - One by one, the Hotchners come down with the flu.

Accrescent - Emily and Aaron tell Jack he's going to be a big brother, and things don't go to plan.

Accords - A prenup. Her mother wanted her to sign a fucking prenup.

Ache - Aaron and Emily go on their first date night since their son was born

Achene - It felt almost cruel that the world carried on, as if hers hadn’t shifted with the loss of a baby she never got to meet. Emily and Aaron try to move forward together.

Adagio - ad·gio / adjective. In an easy graceful manner: slowly - used as a direction in music. It starts slowly.

Adhesive - Emily contemplates how it feels to have her kids growing up when her pre-teen daughter calls her for help.

Adjustment - Emily can't stop crying after the birth of their son, and Aaron is just trying his best to make it better.

All the Bad Dreams You Hide, Show Me Yours and I’ll Show  You Mine - She tried to convince herself that it was better this way, that friendship was enough, because she couldn’t lose Aaron. Not again. A close call, a nightmare and a 3 a.m. phone call change everything between Emily and Aaron.

All My Love - She had, incorrectly, assumed they would just let the day pass them by. When she wakes up on Valentine's Day, she realises she couldn’t have been more wrong. A Hotchniss Valentine's Day fic.

Alleviate - Aaron makes Emily feel better after she tells him just how insecure she feels after having their daughter.

Amore - It's Valentine's Day and Emily just wants to spend it with her boyfriend, but she's got two problems: 1. No one knows she and Aaron are together, 2. Penelope is insistent on setting her up on a date.

And Many More - It may be Emily's birthday, but that still isn't enough to get her, and therefore Aaron, out of going to an event hosted by her mother. A fic to celebrate Emily Prentiss's birthday.

And So it Goes - A slow start to a work free weekend for Aaron and Emily.

Annihilation - She looks up and Aaron is staring at her, an expression on his face that she cannot read, and she wonders when she stopped being able to know what he was thinking. If the crash took that from them too. (Major Character Death - read tags before the fic)

Antecedent - She knows Aaron has done all of this before but she could do without the constant reminders.

Antithesis - Emily goes to dinner with her mother and, as always, is left feeling off-kilter afterwards. It's a good thing she can go straight to see her Hotchner boys as soon as it's over.

Anything - Emily's drink gets spiked on a night out, and Aaron looks after her.

Aphrodite - Now he was here, staring out of the large doors that led to one of the many balconies in the villa she’d booked them, he had to agree that she was right - this was the perfect place for them to have their honeymoon.

Apprehension - She takes a deep breath as she walks towards the home office, ready to comfort her husband, the one remaining Hotchner still overthinking the events of that morning. 

Ardent - It's their wedding day and no one knows Emily is pregnant, and she intends it to stay that way. The only problem is Aaron has been drinking her drinks as well as his to keep up appearances, and he can't keep his hands off of her.

As We Grow - Emily helps Jack with a project for school.

Assumptions - His mother had always told him he made too many assumptions. AKA the one where Derek isn't happy once he finds out Emily and Aaron are together.

Aura - Aaron and Emily finally admit how they feel about each other, and all it takes is a migraine and a night spent sleeping on the couch.

Aversion - Aaron and Jack make Emily cookies, the only problem is she's allergic to one of the ingredients.

Bait - In which Aaron looks like the victims of the case they are on, and Emily does not like Dave's suggestion that they use her boyfriend as bait.

Barricade - Emily and Aaron's teenage daughter is exactly like her mother. The only person who considers that a problem is Elizabeth.

Behind Closed Doors - In which Emily and Aaron learn about the benefits of a bedroom door that locks. (Smut)

Berēafian - It was times like this that Emily truly wondered what she did this for, why she worked so hard when there was always another monster to catch, always something else horrific she could add to her list of things she’d seen that most people couldn’t even come up with in their worst nightmares.

Broken Pieces - Aaron and Emily get married. The only problem is they don't tell anyone.

Brush Strokes - She’d always found funerals strange, how they catered so much more to the living than they did the dead. Her mother hated them too, often saying no one ever said what they actually thought at them, the truth shrouded in pointed comments and false niceties. It was ironic, Emily thought, given that was how Elizabeth had lived most of her life.

Buckle - It had been a long few days, and overhearing Strauss reprimand Aaron tips Emily over the edge.

Build Me Up and Let Me Down - Dating him was everything she wanted it to be, apart from one thing. They hadn’t had sex yet. (Smut)

Building Blocks - A few months before his 18th birthday, Jack has an important question for Emily.

Buried Alive - He can't lose her. Not like this.

Burning Embers - He’d tried, and failed, to ask her out numerous times, backing out of it at the last second each time. Her friendship was precious to him, something that had saved him from the brink more than once, and as much as he loved her he was hesitant to risk it. Which is how he found himself in the situation he was currently in.AKA - the one where Aaron panics, and tells Emily that what he intends to be a date is a movie night with his son.

Burning Up - Jack and Aaron are sick, and Emily is well aware which one of them is easier to look after.

By Design - It still surprised her when she thought about how easily they had fallen into a relationship. A Young Hotchniss fic.

Cohesion - The pain had started months ago. At first, she’d thought it was phantom, a memory of the stake being driven through her abdomen all those years ago. A ghost that visited her every spring, something Ian had left behind. But then it got worse

Commencement - It started last summer. (Young Hotchniss)

Competition - He never thought he'd have to battle for her affection with anyone, let alone a cat.

Compound - Emily breaks her arm and Aaron looks after her.

Concussion - Emily gets hit over the head. Aaron worries.

Cyro - In which Emily ends up in freezing water, and Aaron has to keep her warm.

Daylight - March 7th. The date that had once been carved on her gravestone and one she didn’t want to be written on her little girl’s birth certificate. 

Declaration - He knows he could never put into words how he feels about her.

Defence - They can’t stop each other from being hurt by the past so they do what they can now. They protect each other, their love fierce and soft in equal measure.

Delicate - A broken glass, chocolate chip pancakes and a first aid kid. Just another normal morning in the Hotchner/Prentiss household.

Desolation - She’ll forgive him, he thinks, for this. She’ll understand why he did it. (Major Character Death)

Dominion - Pregnancy hadn’t turned out to be anything like she had anticipated. Emily can't control so much of what happens whilst she's pregnant, but she can control who's at the hospital after she has the baby. It's a shame her mother never listens to what she wants.

Drunk on You - In which Emily and Aaron get caught in a compromising position.

Emotional Motion Sickness - Emily takes the kids to the park, and things don't go to plan.

Enyo - Enyo (/ɪˈnaɪoʊ/; Ancient Greek: Ἐνυώ, romanized: Enȳṓ) Goddess of war, destruction, conquest, and bloodlust. She hears the shot before she feels it, hitting the ground as the sound still rings in her ears, everything slowing down as the pain spreads from her left shoulder, the warmth of her blood seeping through her shirt and jacket. A Lo-Fi AU.

Etch - She gets her first tattoo when she’s 15. An exploration of Emily's tattoos and the meaning behind them.

Euphonious - Emily is the one who notices it first. Aaron's hearing loss gets worse.

Everywhere, Everything - Ever since they started trying for a baby she’d felt this pressure that it had to work. That sex was no longer one of the things they did to express how much they loved each other, but it had a functional purpose too. One that so far, didn’t seem to be working. AKA - The one where Aaron overhears Emily talk about her concerns about their sex life as they are trying to conceive, and he assures her they have nothing to worry about. (Smut)

Exploration - Emily gets hurt on a case, and after she's recovered Aaron reminds her just how much he loves her.

Fallback - It was the same every year. Aaron struggles as the seasons change.

Filigree - She’d had worse, she knew that. But every other major injury had been a result of her job or protecting the people she loves, this was down to pure stupidity on her part and it made the broken bone all the more embarrassing. The worst part, she thought, was that Aaron had told her to not go onto the jungle gym at the park with the kids, and the bastard had been right.

Followed My Fears All the Way Down - It was terrifying having so much of her happiness dependent on him, on the life they were building together.

For the Better - Emily knew that Aaron's relationship with his mother wasn't great to begin with and she didn’t want to come between them, didn’t want to pull at already loose threads by telling him his mother was sometimes rude to her.

Framed - Aaron gets reading glasses. Emily likes them. A lot.

Friendly Fire - Emily thinks someone has broken into her apartment, but it's just her boyfriend coming over to surprise her. Too bad she only figures that out after she's punched him in the face.

Full Stop - Her periods had never been pleasant. Sharp cramps that would take her breath away on the first day, slowly fading over the days that followed. She’d always been able to work through it, gritting her teeth and hiding the fact she was in pain from everyone around her. AKA the one where Aaron looks after Emily whilst she has her period.

Green is the Colour - She knew she was being irrational.

Going Green - Emily liked to think she was reasonable. Right up until the moment she sees someone flirting with her husband.

Grounded - Emily has a panic attack, Aaron helps her through it. (Warning: panic attacks/anxiety)

Half Time - She’d always been attracted to him.  AKA the one where Emily watches Aaron coach Jack's soccer team and loses her mind.

Haze - Their toddler is sick and sleeping in their bed, so Aaron and Emily have some...alone time in the shower. (Smut)

Heartbeat on the Highline - She knew it was a fine line between being his wife and being his employee, and it was something she usually walked well. Balancing on it like it was a tightrope, a well-practised routine. But she felt like she’d tripped, like she was freefalling, and as much as she wanted him to catch her, to be the safety net she always claimed she didn’t need.

Hellebore - For a moment, she lets herself sit in the anger. Lets it simmer in her belly, lets it boil over into her chest until she aches with it, but then she pushes it away. Jack needed her love, he needed her to be the parent she still wasn’t sure she deserved to be. Jack comes back home upset after seeing his grandfather, Emily helps cheer him up.

Her Warmth, His Peace - Emily was always cold before him. (Smut)

High - Aaron gets hurt protecting Emily.

Hold On To You - It's New Year's Eve, Emily is overdue, and they are going to Dave's house for his annual party. What could possibly go wrong?

Home Is Just Another Word for You - The Hotchners move house.

Homesick - Emily is stuck at home, sick with the flu, and Aaron wants to be by her side.

Honour - Aaron comes to Emily's defence, and they have a long overdue conversation.

Hook - As soon as they enter Elizabeth’s house Emily feels uneasy, something she can’t put her finger on. Her mother was a little louder than usual, more gregarious than she would usually be even in these situations. As if she was putting on a show.  (Warning: Alcoholism)

[its-deputy-caleb]

hellllooooo amigo

so I was wondering if you could write a lil fic about Micah mentioning his birthday is soon but not expecting anyone to care about it but then the reader surprises him with a present and Micah’s like :O

I’ve had this idea stuck in my head for the past week lmao but if it ain’t your thing or if you’ve done something similar before then don’t worry about it my g :)

howdyy amigo <33 so i had all these good ideas and then i was writing and the creative block hit HARD so i high key hate this and its a mess but i hope i pulled through in the end and i kinda went a little off topic but oops enjoy anyway :0

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You never really gave a thought to Micah’s birthday. Not because you didn’t want to celebrate it but simply because he never mentioned it to you. It wasn’t really a tradition to celebrate a gang members birthday although the group would never pass up a chance for drinking. Mostly those celebrations were reserved for big scores.

For some of the special members of the gang however, there were celebrations. On Dutch’s the whole gang would practically feast and party for the entire week and for Miss Grimshaw Javier would perform while Sean gave a right old toast. Dutch even insisted on a party for Molly and you laughed at Karen and Mary Beth who whined the entire night about “Miss fancy pants needing her own royal party”.

Of course even for the other members you’d notice when it was their birthday. You’d seen when close friends of Arthur leave gifts beside your own at his tent and for Jack’s birthday John and Abigail tolerated each other enough to spoil the boy with gifts surrounded by family.

That’s why you thought it was rather odd when Micah, your sweetheart never told you about his birthday. You thought he may have damn well forgot it when you overheard him one night with Bill.

He was mumbling into a bottle of whiskey, half on his way to passing out when he mentioned he was getting too old with another birthday coming up in a few days. Of course the bastard wouldn’t tell you, for all his boasting he’d never been one for parties or celebrating.

So with that in mind you spent the rest of the night formulating a plan to at least celebrate his birthday between the two of you.

-

You’d learnt from Bill the next morning, who wasn’t nearly half as drunk (or hungover) as Micah that his birthday was in exactly three days.

So that left you with three days to formulate just how you’d surprise the man you’d come to love so dearly for his birthday.

Coming up with a celebration was relatively easy— he wasn’t one for crowds, he enjoyed your company and only yours alone and he loved a good whiskey so naturally you’d take him away from the gang’s camp and head down to the Dakota river for the night.

It was finding a good gift that had you tearing your hair out. It was hard trying to find something that would be personal enough for Micah to appreciate when the man in question held few personal belongings, and naturally a new revolver was completely out of the question.

-

You decided to give up on your mission to find him a gift after nearly chewing Swanson’s ear off for singing while you were trying to think and rethink your gift.

So with a new formed headache you headed into valentine to purchase a nice and rather expensive whiskey for tomorrow night.

On your way out of the general store you noticed a beautiful Dutch Warmblood horse trot into the stable behind his owner. The horse had a large white spot over his leg and it couldn’t’ help but remind you of Baylock.

Bingo.

Smiling to yourself you put the whiskey in your saddle bag and walked into the stables to buy Micah his birthday gift, one you’re sure he’s going to love more over any new jacket or gunbelt.

-

Micah’s day went about relatively normally for the most part, waking up together with a kiss and a coffee but you couldn’t help be slightly more affectionate than usual.

You’d spent most of the day together, Micah talking with you while you did chores and you talking with him while he (reluctantly) sat on guard duty. All the normal things about the day went on and you kept your secret until the sun was just about to dip over the mountain.

Micah was leaning against a tree, sharpening his knife when you came up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You played with the ends of his hair, taking in the sight of him as he holstered the knife and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’ve got something for you.”

You leant forward and placed a soft kiss to his cheek, smiling against his skin at the curious sound he made.

“Hmm? You sure that something isn’t right here in front of me sweetheart?”

You giggle softly as Micah tries to pull you in closer for a proper kiss, deciding to indulge in his wishes for once. It was his birthday after all.

Pulling away from the surprisingly tender kiss, you give him a gentle smile as you untangle yourself from his arms.

“Common, let me show you.”

You take Micah by the hand, almost dragging him to the other side of camp by the horses which drew the attention from a few of the gang members but you didn’t have a care in the world as anticipation grew.

Leading him over to Baylock who is newly saddled, you watched as Micah stared blankly at it before tentatively bringing a hand up to feel over the soft premium leather.

The saddle was all black to match Baylock’s coat with white inlay in the seat and silver on the horn. All of it was the finest quality at your request and even the bedroll was a finer cotton than most.

Micah couldn’t help the smile that broke out onto his face and he turned to you looking like a kid on Christmas.

“You get this for little old me?”

Your own smile matched his as you wrapped your arms back around his neck once more.

“Well I thought since you’d never ever want another revolver and there isn’t much more you love than those guns and Baylock that you’d want a new saddle for him.”

Micah brought you in for a tight hug after that, managing to lift you slightly as you clung to him for dear life. He looked up at you from your new position.

“Sweetheart there ain’t nothing I love more than I do you—“

He sets you back on the ground, leaning in for a kiss but letting your noses bump and your foreheads touch.

“—worth more to me than any ol’ revolver, I love you.”

You close the gap between the two of you, melting into each other as you feel just how much Micah is in love with you.

“I love you too Mikey, and happy birthday— do you like it?”

The look you give him is one of hope and he can’t help but nod and wrap his arms tighter around your waist.

“Course I like it, but yer didn’t need to pay for this. Looks real fancy.”

Micah looked over the saddle once more, his eyes beaming as he saw how well it complemented Baylock’s coat. He was impressed, of course by the gift but because you had cared enough to get it for him and it only confirmed the feelings he had for you.

“Who says I paid for it?”

You saw Micah smirk at your comment and give a low evil laugh.

“That’s my sweetheart I know and love.”

Of course this time you had paid for the saddle, one of the few items you were willing to pay for but that didn’t mean the two of you didn’t steal practically everything else.

You pull away from Micah and hoist yourself up onto Baylock’s saddle, holding your hand out to a very confused looking Micah.

“Common you, I’ve got a nice bottle of whiskey and two glasses waiting for us.”

-

Down by the river you and Micah were perched up on a large rock that was floating in some shallow water by the river bank. You’d hidden the glasses and whiskey in a tree and the two of you were now laughing together as you drank through it slowly.

Your head was resting under his chin while his arm that wasn’t holding his glass was draped over your shoulder. The moonlight reflecting off the water was more than enough for the two of you to see as he topped up your glass for you.

“Gosh so how old are you now?”

Your words were light and charismatic, the two of you giggling about all sorts of things that night. Micah looked up in contemplation, humming as if he was trying to remember.

“Ehh must be close to forty now— thirty nine I think.”

You whistled, only to cut yourself off with a small laugh as you raised the glass to your mouth.

“You are getting old Mr.Bell, the next thing you know I’ll be able to outshoot you.”

“Sweetheart you can already outshoot me…”

Despite the lighthearted tone of the conversation, you noticed how Micah got uncharacteristically quiet.

“Micah? Are you alright?”

You sit up to face Micah, noticing the flush on his cheeks which wasn’t the fault of the whiskey and the way his attention was on sloshing the liquid in the glass.

“I am gettin’ old sweetheart, at least in terms o’ outlaws—“

“Micah what are you saying?”

You stare at him confused, completely unprepared for what he says next.

“— ‘m saying that i love you and yer the only one I’d ever wanna grow old with.”

Your eyes widen, in fear? in hope? You weren’t quite sure, maybe it was shock at the fact Micah Bell had said he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

“B-but I thought you didn’t want redemption!? I thought you never wanted to leave the gang, this life!”

Micah shakes his head, putting down your glasses and taking his hands in yours as he squeezes them to reassure himself more than anything.

“I didn’t— I don’t. Oh hell I don’t know what I want but I would throw it all away for you, if its what you wanted.”

He seems to regain some of his confidence after a deep breath and he waves his hands in front of you as he tries to formulate what he wants to say.

“Ya’know have a house and all that…”

You smile gently, your heart melting at the thought that Micah would give up everything for you. You lean forward, taking his hands and threading your fingers before kissing him.

The kiss depends as you momentarily forget where you are and you both start to let your hands wander lower over each other until Micah knocks the glass of whiskey over.

Pulling back from where you’d almost crawled on top of him, you smile sheepishly and sit back down on the rock. This time you sit between Micah’s legs so his arms can rest in your lap and his head can rest on your shoulder.

“Well a house and all that can wait since I’m perfectly happy growing old with you robbing and thieving our way across the plains.”

Your head rests against his own as you feel him litter soft kisses over your shoulder and neck.

“Sounds like something I could get used to.”

Micah whispers his words against your skin and the two of you enjoy the peace and each other’s company. Your hand gives his own a reassuring squeeze, letting your eyes close as you relax and listen to the sound of the river flowing.

“As long as I have you and get to celebrate a hundred more birthdays with you, I’ll be the happiest person in the world.”

Micah squeezes your hand back, sitting up so you could get comfortable against his chest as he rests his chin on top of your head.

“Not sure ‘bout a hundred but you have me for as long as this world lets me darlin’”

You hum sleepily, getting closer and closer to sleep as you listen to his gravelly voice.

“Promise?”

“I Promise”

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nsfw alphabet - andy robertson

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's a sweaty cuddler after sex. He doesn't care that neither of you have cleaned up or that you're both hot, sweaty and sticking together. He couldn't care less. Andy loves to pull your naked body as close to him as you can get with his fingers drawing lazy patterns on your bare skin until you fall asleep comfortably in his arms.

B - Body part (their favourite body part of yours and of their own)

Of yours, has to be your boobs. He just loves them. Loves to knead them between his hands, rolling your nipples between his fingers to arch your back into off the bed so your body is flush against his. However, more innocently he loves your stomach. It's always so soft and warm and it harboured your little kiddies for nine months three different times. He loved to talk to it when they were in there and now whenever you get time to be together, he makes sure every single mark, scar, stretch of skin is kissed and named as beautiful as he truly knows you are.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically…)

Ohhhh in you. He loves to cum in you. Got a bit of a breeding kink to be fair but we'll get into that later. To know you're full of him even when he pulls out of you or to think about you leaking him until he pushes his fingers up to stuff you full of him again is one of the greatest turns ons of his life. However, Andy would also argue there are few sights more fascinating than that of you on your knees in front of him, his cum dripping down your chin as you look up at him through your lashes.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He gets turned on when people call you Mrs Robertson or (y/n) Robertson or even Robbo's mrs. Anything like that just sends him fuzzy headed. You're his and only his. You have his name, you wear the rings that he gave you and he gets enthralled by calling you "Mrs Robertson" a million times a day and occasionally in bed. Get's him ready to go any time of the day to be honest. Also it’s not dirty, more fluffy and adorable but he gets really, really excited after you get married and he gets to refer to you as his wife. He loves to point you out and just be all awe struck with sparkly eyes as he proudly announces “That’s my wife.”

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not necisarrily experienced but he is very good with what he does know. You've been together so long that you've learned just about every nook and cranny of each other so no one is left un satisfied at the end of the time you get to spend together. He's learned your body like the back of his hand and even on a day where the sex is as vanilla as can be, you always finish it feeling very satisfied. Also, for some reason that man has absolutely mastered the art of using his fingers.

F - Favourite Position

I get the feeling Andy probably prefers plain old missionary. It's the easiest, risks the least injury possibilities and allows him to see every single reaction and movement of your face as he bottoms out of you before plunging back in balls deep. He loves watching your eyes roll back as his name dances off of your tongue.

However he does also love taking you standing up. He loves the feeling of your legs tight around his waist because your knees were too weak from him to hold you up anymore and despite the fact it is much harder work, it's always well worth it. This usually doesn't happen at home, it tends to be the hidden corridors and empty rooms of Anfield after matches that are subject to said against the wall sex.

And finally, possibly his favourite is also watching you sink down onto his length, eyes fluttering shut. You take the reigns and he just melts, turning to putty in your hands. He rests both large palm on your upper thighs, fingertips bruising the soft skin of your bum, but they usually wander to your boobs until he’s reaching his high, where on will return to your bum and the other will grab a fistful of the bedsheets in a white knuckle grip as hips buck instinctively until he shoots his load into you with a loud shout. He loves when you ride him whether that’s lying on the bed, sitting up on the couch where he has an angle for his thrusts or if it’s simply you, rubbing yourself against the material of his shorts until he tugs them from the way and allows you to coat his bare thigh in your juices. He loves to be ridden.

G - Goofy (are they more serious or humorous in the moment)

He's a goofy guy through and through. He actually strives to make you laugh during sex because its the most intimate way and space a person could ever make the person they love giggle. It's usually when he's going in hard, almost always afterwards anyway. He'll share or tell little jokes or one liners that make you giggle, a blush heating your cheeks because he's still literally balls deep inside of you and you're giggling away. He just adores everything about it and making you laugh during sex always feels like an extra accomplishment.

Although if he's frustrated or got a lot of pent up energy then no ones laughing. The only noises that can be heard as slapping skin and you on those occasions and no one is complaining.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes etc)

We've all seen that video from Jordan Henderson's insta story so we all know it appears as though he is completely clean shaven down there. He's not necessarily got a strict routine, he just maintains himself how he likes it as he pleases. It's his beard you think about. Andy likes to keep his faint beard and when between your thighs, it definitely makes all the difference.

I - Intimacy (how they are during the moment? are they romantic?)

He can be quite romantic depending on the occasion (birthdays, anniversaries, valentines etc) but romance is subjective. Some may like rose petals and candles, but you're happy with just Andy really. He can make things romantic sometimes and other times he's just Andy, making jokes and making you feel ridiculously good. Although he certainly can dress up nice, putting on suit, lighting some candles and dimming the lights kind of evening. Those are few and far between but you're certainly not complaining.

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doens't do it a lot really. Maybe in the beginning of your relationship but almost never now. The time that he does want to get it on is always when you're there. Otherwise he's at training or with the kids or something like that. He's rarely not busy. When off travelling, Andy may opt to take things into his own hands purely for a release that he needs if he's feeling a bit wound up and missing you. There was one particular point however in your first pregnancy where you got all embarrassed one morning before admitting that the hormones raging around in you had conjured up a dream about Andy jacking off and you getting to watch, so occasionally he'll treat you with that in a nod to that little thing you love that has stuck around ever since.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Like I mentioned earlier, he has a bit of a breeding kind and further to that, he was absolutely always turned on for pretty much the whole of your pregnancy. He found himself doing a lot of jacking off then because you unsurprisingly weren't up for it most of the time that he was during the course of those nine months. But he was absolutely ravenous seeing you all swollen with his baby. He wanted to be all over you all the time. It just made him wild with desire.

He also has a hefty thing for winding you up in public. One time, at a players gala he fingered you under the table while everyone was eating and you had to sustain a conversation with Jordan Henderson, his wife and Jurgen Klopp. Andy just got so hard knowing what he was doing to you under the table and no one has any idea. It was marvellous; watching you fight everything back as he felt you clenching around his fingers, trying not to arch your back or buck your hips against him. You had a white knuckle grip on your silverware by the time your orgasm rippled through you and you had to pretend that you had chocked on your meal in order to cover up the small cry you let out.

To this day, Andy still whispers about it in your ear when you're in public and you're still waiting for a time to get one over on him for it.

L - Location (favourite places to do the deed)

He’s not really got a preference. Like i said earlier he really like to take you up against the wall, but he’s also partial to bending you over a counter or sinking you down onto him in the front seat of his car. He just is willing to take you anywhere really. Personally though one of his favourite is the shower. Your body can be all slippery, soapy and warm, reactive to his touch and despite the slight danger of possibly slipping, the heat of one of your legs hooked up around him, as he uses the stamina he’s gaining from being a professional athlete to pound himself into you as you yelp and shout out his name. The heat and steam just makes everything better.

M - Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going)

He is also insanely turned on by you in the mornings, groggy and messy haired with a sleepy smile and tired eyes. Watching you clamber out of bed ready to take on the day again with those little kids who laugh like you and yell instead of talk like Andy. You'll also usually emerge from bed wearing one of his old shirts or strips - like an old Hull City training shirt he hasn't worn in 5 years or a stupid cheap t-shirt he bought when he was 18 working in M&S that he thought he lost but actually had ended up being yours. You'll sit up on the bathroom sink while he showers, brushing your teeth ridiculously early just so you both get some time with each other before the little devils wake up. He'll stand between your legs, going in for a kiss that deepens until he's lining himself up with your entrance having pushed your very unflattering underwear to the side and you'll have to be as quiet and as quick as possible. He just loves every minute of living his life with you - even sneaky sex in the bathroom at not even six in the morning. He'll gladly take it.

N - NO (turns off, something/s they won’t do)

Andy is not at all interested in adding another person to the mix. He's surprisingly private as a person and he doesn't ever want your sex life to be something that comes out into the open to be talked about. There is always a risk with another person, plus he doesn't see either of you actually getting any pleasure out of it when sex is so good already. He probably will also never record or take pictures of the ac because he knows how easy it is for these things to end up in anyones hands. When he was younger, he used to. Andy had a really favourited picture of you on your knees in front of you with his hand in your hair as you look up at him after sucking him off. Cum and saliva were dripping down your chin and he still thinks about that long since deleted picture to this day. Andy is great at remembering things in his mind anyway, so he doesn't feel the need to create sex tapes that one day his kids might have to deal with when they're older if it ever breaks onto the news.

O - Oral (are they good? do they prefer giving or receiving?)

Honestly he prefers receiving but he definitely does not shy away from giving. Oh my god the beard burn he gives you is literally to die for, the perfect amount of friction he talks so much that his tongue is his lost exercised muscle so he is very, very good with it when it comes to going down on you. To be fair, it is one of those things that he wasn’t always very good at, but he has vastly improved and now it is something you will never ever turn down.

However, being sucked off by you is probably one of his favourite things ever. He literally cannot get enough of it, watching you get him off. God it’s unreal. Meanwhile he’ll have his head thrown back against the ball, hands on your hair muttering, “That’s it, pretty girl, fuck, perfect. Beautiful.” And you’re soaking wet waiting for him already.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

He’s usually going for fast and hard. It’s all sweaty bodies and rapid breaths, whimpering out his name as his skin slaps against yours. He can be very sensual but rarely ever slow. His pace lets him reach every inch of you, pushing into you in every way as your nails drag down his back with your ankles linked around his waist. The way his muscles ripple quickly and his body clashes with yours is hot and fiery and perfect. He loves it, you love it. Why bother doing anything else?

Q - Quickie (their opinion on quickies. do they prefer it? how often?)

Dear lord Andy loves a quickie. Slamming into you with his finger over your mouth, warning you to be quiet in a Hampden park back room? Bliss. Pure bliss. He could get off just thinking about it. Post-match quickies are very common and when you become parents, quickies are also necessary when short on time. He prefers to have all the time in the world to take on you, but he will never complain about having a quickie.

R - Risk (do they think to experiment? willing to take risks?)

Andy loves the risk. He loves to pump his fingers into you under tables or have his fingers wound in your hair as you suck him off in a fancy marble walled bathroom at a gala. The rush of potentially being caught always heightens the pleasure. When you were younger and he used to still live with his parents, he didn’t care for the thumping of his headboard against the wall as much as you did. He just loves that he can have you like putty in his hands wherever. It’s not about the people there, it’s about the fact he can drive you crazy and he is in full control and nobody even knows. Although, you too like to get your own back on him, shuffling around in his lap during movie nights so he has to stay glued to the couch the rest of the night because of the hard bugle in his jeans. He’s also into experimenting. Anything that could bring you more pleasure? Bring. It. On.

S - Stamina (how many rounds? how long do they last?)

Everybody says that Andy is one of the biggest grafters in the team in terms of his engine. He could run forever, so i don’t see him being at all different in the bedroom. He could genuinely probably go forever and he very, very much loves to do so. When you’re wildly overstimulated, muscles tight, skin shining with sweat as you pant and gasp for breath beneath him, he gets intoxicated by it. His eyes drink your in, flicking over your face and taking in every little bit of you. He commits it to memory every time, each better than before.

But yeah, Andy could go for hours and honestly he will. It’s a very special treat for you always. Plus, who doesn’t like a guy who can go hard and fast four three rounds and still be fully ready to go down on you afterwards?

T - Toys (do they own any? do they use any? if so, preference?)

He does own a few, all funny little things he bought to tease you with. Like little vibrators that he can press again your clit and stuff like that. He doesn’t use them often and many he got when he was injured and couldn’t have sex with you the way usually would it would want to.

U - Unfair (do they like to tease? if so how much/often)

Aaaaabsolutely. He’s a massive tease. Andy absolutely loves having you writhing and whimpering beneath him, begging to have him fully in you or to go faster, to just move. Loves it. Definitely a big fan of edging you so close until you’re hazy, incoherent and begging for an orgasm that’ll ripple through your whole body so every in a five mile radius will know his name. Whenever you’ve got the time and the freedom, he’s teasing you and sometimes it’ll start in the morning before he leaves for work and he won’t finish it till much later it the day, making for an even more intense orgasm.

V - Volume (are they loud? what sounds do they make?)

Not necessarily loud, but he is very very very into dirty talking right into your ear. His hot breath tickling at your neck between kisses, grazing his teeth against your sensitive skin, god it drives you crazy. He’ll hum against your clit about how wet and ready for him you are and tell you the whole time how beautiful and perfect you are. It’s both romantic and painfully attractive. Apart from that he’s mostly grunts and some groans of your name but the sound he makes when he cums is *chefs kiss*. It’s deep and guttural, coming straight from the base of his throat when his eyes screw shut and his mouth drops open. It’s unbearably hot.

W - Wild Card (random headcanon)

He low-key loves to be marked by you. Not even actively, just passively almost?? Like he doesn’t think about it at the time but afterwards when he’ll spot the scratches down his back when he passes the mirror or if the guys comment on it in the changing room, it makes him feel good. He’s glad everybody knows he belongs to someone in every way, from the most romantic and simply to the most intimate. And knowing you have the faint, painless bruises from his fingertips on your hips with little nipped in love bites around your breast makes him feel satisfied that he’s left you with a memory of the evening. Even just you wearing your wedding ring or looking down at his own on his hand proudly makes him silently happy and all fuzzy inside in a completely non-sexual way because you’re so happy to show off to the world that he’s yours and your his you both love each other so so much.

X - Xray (what’s doing on beneath the belt?)

Again, i’m sure we all seen that video on Jordan Henderson’s insta story the other week, so we all know he is fairly packing. He’s not got anything extravagant or jaw dropping, but it’s still moderately bigger than bang average. It’s honestly just more about what he does with it and how he reaches every but of you that’s the wow factor.

Y - Yearning (how high is their second drive?)

Pretty high, to be fair but nothing out of the ordinary. like it’s not overkill but it’s usually completely unscheduled. Some weeks you’ll want to jump his bones every single night and he’ll fuck you twice a day and other time they’ll be a week between it. Schedules can be awkward and after you get married and have kids it’s a lot harder for things to run to any kind of plan. At the moment, it’s more of an ‘if we have time let’s just fucking go for it’ kind of thing. Although his sex drive is always higher when you’re pregnant or if the team are having a winning streak.

Z - zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Both of you fall asleep pretty quickly after sex now to be honest. You’ll usually fall asleep first because he’s tells sweet, soft jokes while stroking your hair and drawing circles on your skin softly. It’s very soothing. And then once you’ve fallen asleep, fatigue usually finds him quite quickly, but he’ll get up out of bed and clean you up a little because he’s ever the gentlemen. Then he’ll climb into bed and fall asleep pretty much instantly once you’re wrapped back in his arms.