#i wanna read a full story with like 50+ chapter

[almond-t0fu]

Am I the only one who randomly gets the urge to read something but then get sad because that 'something' is not written/made yet?

[nanaminokanojo]

ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE | Sukuna X You | CHAPTER INDEX I /PROLOGUE (Part 1-68)

-meet cute? a cheesy musical number? forget it! love makes itself known to you through a minor car accident, a broken arm, and a treacherously charming temporary chauffeur

CHARACTERS: sukuna x you/reader | jjk characters (uraume, gojo, geto, shoko, nanami, choso, maki, nobara, mei-mei, etc.)

GENRE: full-length smau + prose | bad boy x good girl | college au | a lot of firsts | aged-up characters | strangers to lovers | smut | fluff | angst | ooc depictions - soft sukuna ftw

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts | mentions of alcohol and/or smoking | mentions of injury, promiscuity and bullying | pet names because they're cute with 2D men | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

AKI’S NOTES: Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated, and I actively respond to comments as well as Asks. Also, if you’re interested, I will include you in the tag list. Just message me through whatever avenue you’re most comfortable with. Happy reading!

MASTERLIST

A/N: Yup. Intrigue and a video right off the bat.

CHAPTERS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45

46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51 | 52 | 53 | 54 | 55 | 56 | 57 | 58 | 59 | 60

61 | 62 | 63 | 64 | 65 | 66 | 67 | 68 | CHAPTER INDEX II

ADDITIONAL NOTES: i will be using pics and other media which would fit situations and make the smau-ness of this piece a little more realistic and entertaining when i believe it’s appropriate/fitting to the plot (as i've done with my other smau). having said that, with regard to inclusivity, i just want to put it out there that they will not necessarily be aimed as the exact descriptions to fit a supposedly generic reader nor will they be representative of a specific race or color. it’s all for the simple fact of media availability, for funsies and the fact that i don’t exclusively write in consideration of those aspects when using reader-insert characters unless i specify it. thank you for understanding.

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Here's a reference for the instructions from domainofmarie. Thank you very much, my friend. This is very helpful.

A/N: I have another version of this story somewhere on the internet with different characters, and I thought, why not make it a Sukuna smau. So excited for this! This'll probably come out this weekend lol or the next if push comes to shove.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI’S “JUJUTSU KAISEN”. [20240514]

PHOTOS/IMAGES/GIF/FANART/ANY MEDIA CREDITS GO TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[peachy-jeans]

JUN MASTERPOST

Look at my girl, boy.

Who is Jun?

Shiratori Jun (née Nothing) is my Alchemist Librarian character for the PC and Mobile game Bungou to Alchemist (文豪とアルケミスト). She is either the main character for my series of fanfictions or at the very least an important character.

Why is Jun?

I noticed that the nameless Librarian I wrote in some fics seemed to have a consistent character, so I decided to flesh her out a little. Just a little. I might have lied there.

When is Jun?

She was born 1969 (nice) and this series takes place in the early 2000s. What is Jun?

... a perfectly normal human. No more questions.

Below is a list of important fics for this series as a whole and for Jun herself.

Please Respond, Shisho-san!: The OG Jun fic, it's written as a mystery but uh... I mean you know her name's Jun. There are some inconsistencies here compared to later works, but keep in mind this was the first Jun fic.

Falsified Life: Properly establishing an important character in these fics.

5 and 50 and Everything Inbetween: A more casual, slice of life Jun where she runs an errand with Rimbaud.

I'll make you a dress, if it makes you happy: Further delving into her past relationships. Jun used to have friends.

Shiga is Missing: The plot really kicking up. Ton being established as a major character, for better or for worse (for worse. For him).

From This Life to the Next: I will be honest, the actual next fic in the series is very pornographic. And very long. But for those of you who don't wanna read all that, the first chapter in this fic tells you what you need to know from Shiga's POV.

An Alchemist Abroad: Proper introduction to foreign libraries as well as the beginnings of insight into what happened to Shiga during those 15 months. Will rewrite at some point in the future but still very important.

(🔞 themes) So What Now?: (tw body dysmorphia and rape) An interlude of a fic, but it's clear that Doppo is not ok.

Purify "A Single Statuette": Directly following "So What Now", this full fledged fic delves into the past of Jun's deceased husband Kazuo. Literally. Not only do they have to save him, but they have to save themselves too.

Datenight Discoveries: Shiga and Ton finally go on their date, but we finally learn what Shiga went through overseas, for better or for worse (for worse. for him)

(New!) He Doesn't Deserve This: Something is very wrong with Takeo. Something very very wrong indeed. (2/?)

This list will be updated as I continue to write these stories.

NOT PLOT RELATED

The Library Files: Little slice of life ficlets taking place in this Library. Just for fun.

Far Too Much Effort: Jun makes valentines day chocolate from scratch. I said FROM SCRATCH.

To Catch a Librarian: A birthday fic for this very normal woman. Endorsed by my dad he likes this fic.

This list will be updated too if I write more fun Jun related stuff.

NOW GO ENJOY MY VERY NORMAL GIRL!

[indigowallbreaker]

For the beagles maybe kiss prompt 21 for Caspar and linhardt?

Also I just wanna say I think you’re very talented and I love reading your stuff :)

Ah! A prompt that's between a pair of Beagles! Been a while. I'm so glad you've been enjoying my work! It means a lot :D!!

[prompt rules]

[more Beagles stories]

21: Kiss on a dare

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"Hey, Linhardt, do you dare me to eat this bug?"

"No, that sounds revolting."

"Aw, come on!" Caspar whined, the action unbecoming of a general in Edelgard's army. "You aren't even looking at it!"

The light lunch Linhardt had remembered to eat recoiled at the idea of lifting his eyes from the book he was skimming. "I don't care how juicy or sweet it appears to you, I'm not going to be the reason to eat it." He waved a hand dismissively in the direction of Caspar's voice, hoping that closed the matter.

It did not. "How about push ups? Do you dare me to do 50 push ups?"

"No."

"100 push ups?"

"It's not the amount of push ups that are the problem, it's the presence of them."

He heard Caspar huff in annoyance and couldn't hold back a chuckle. Years of friendship made it easy for Linhardt to picture the exact pout on Caspar's face right now. He turned a page, making a mental note to reread this section later when he didn't have a conversation to carry out.

"There has to be something I can do to make you look at me."

That was a strange tone. Linhardt's amusement dried and he finally lifted his head.

Caspar was seated on the grass in front of Linhardt, disappointment clear on his face. Not the expression of someone whose challenges had been rebuffed-- more like Linhardt was a puzzle he wanted nothing more than to solve, but just couldn't see where to start.

Finger marking his place, Linhardt closed the book. Caspar perked up. "Why do you want me to look at you so badly?" Linhardt asked.

"This is the first time we've been able to spend time together since we returned to Garreg Mach," Caspar explained, picking at the grass. "There's so much to do around here-- I wanted to enjoy hanging out again. But you've spent all afternoon reading." He said the word the same way Linhardt might say "bleeding".

It was a fair point, Linhardt realized, watching Caspar frown at the blades of grass in his fingers. Apart from sitting together at war meetings, they hadn't seen much of each other lately. This was perhaps the longest they had spoken to one another without a solider or another Eagle interrupting.

Linhardt thought for a moment. "Caspar?" He waited for those cerulean eyes to focus on him before continuing. "I dare you to kiss me."

Caspar sprang forward as if he had been waiting for that exact command. The kiss soothed away the rest of Linhardt's leftover aggravation, and he found himself smiling into the kiss, surprised to find he had sincerely missed this contact. Caspar's hands holding his face so carefully, that nose awkwardly bumping Linhardt's cheek-- how long had it been since their last kiss? It was a wonder they hadn't had this conversation earlier.

After a long moment, Linhardt pulled back, smile returning to match Caspar's. He cupped Caspar's chin. "Let me finish this chapter, then we can do something together?" He offered.

Caspar's smile became a full fledged grin. "I dare you to read super quick."

Linhardt snorted. " Well, how could I possibly pass up such a challenge?" He leaned back against his tree, opened the book, and began reading once again-- though, admittedly, he only read every other word.

[littleperilstories]

The Prince of Thieves: Finale I - The Inn

Mood Boards | Chapter Titles | Also on A03! | Playlist | Story Intro

Warnings: uhhh...baby spit-up?, vague mention of someone dying?

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✨ Did you come here from Chapter 49? There are two bonus chapters that come between 49 and 50:

💚 Box in Your Heart (Colette and Will)

🍂 Are You Nobody, Too? (Bree and Henry)

Word count: 1590 || Approx reading time: 7 mins

If you normally read on Ao3, the whole dang Chapter 50 (in all its obscene-word-count glory) will go up on Thursday like usual. If you wanna read it in its three parts, keep an eye on Tumblr.

If you normally read on Tumblr but would rather read the whole freakin thing in one fell swoop, Thursday is your day. :)

Part 1: The Inn

Teaser: The innkeepers called her Lucy, and they certainly had no reason to suspect that it might not be her name at all.

The well-travelled road that connected the harbour towns to the inland ones was dotted with villages, and in these villages, one could always find a place to spend the night. Even in the throes of winter, when the winds howled most violently and the snows sometimes blocked the road entirely, inns and taverns were chock-full, brimming with customers, spilling from the seams with road-worn travellers and familiar locals seeking food, wine, and the company of others.

In one such inn, nestled in a cozy town that had been built up perfectly midway between the city and the great lake to which so many tourists flocked in the summer, as a deep snow fell beyond the steamy glass windows, a girl was working. She was bone-weary most days, and just a bit shabbier than the other inn girl, but she smiled at her patrons nonetheless. It was a winning smile, coy when it needed to be, shy sometimes, wide and beaming at others. The innkeeper, a widow who split her managerial duties with a dear friend who shared her lodgings on the top floor, had never seen any reason to suspect that there was anything strange about the girl. They didn’t mind that she was often quiet; in fact, they rather preferred it. They’d noticed her slap away a few too-bold gentlemen a few times in the months since she’d come to them looking for a job, but that hadn’t caused any trouble so far, and as they figured, many a young woman would do the same if a handsy customer forgot himself when he was a bit too deep in his cups.

The innkeepers called her Lucy, and they certainly had no reason to suspect that it might not be her name at all.

On this night, as the dinner rush roared to life, raucous and frenzied, keeping the girls running without a moment’s rest, as the innkeeper and her dear friend barked orders and roasted chicken and boiled potatoes and kept watchful eyes over the dining room, and as the snow that had been falling steadily throughout the day finally began to wane in its onslaught against the frozen earth, the girl whose name was not Lucy was run ragged. The table in the corner demanded more beer; the family by the window had an infant who had just spit up onto the floor, and while she thought the child to be a charming little thing, he had just increased her workload significantly, for she did not know where there was even a clean towel to be found; and a little boy had just darted gleefully in front of her as he raced around the room, very nearly causing her to spill a glass of wine down the front of her dress.

The girl, whose name was not Lucy but Breanna, and who preferred to be called Bree when she wasn’t telling people to call her Lucy, gave herself a single moment to feel proud that she had managed not to soak herself in blood-red wine before she hurried to the customer who awaited the drink, an old man who appeared to her eyes to be well on his way to one hundred.

The old man thanked her quietly as he accepted the wine, slipping an extra coin into her palm before she scurried away to help the family by the window. The girl whose name he did not remember most days reminded him of his daughter who had died many years ago. He liked to see her smile. Sometimes, however, he thought that she looked sad, when she was behind the bar, facing away from the innkeeper and the woman who was not her wife, when the room was quieter and less hectic, when she seemed to believe no one was looking. The old man never asked the girl if she held anguish in her heart. He merely hoped it was his failing eyes and the poor light from the fire and the lamps that made her look so sorrowful.

So intent was the girl no one called Bree on finding a clean towel—desperate to avoid using her own apron to assist the harried-looking mother with her child—that she did not notice a shadow pass by the window, heralding the arrival of yet another group of guests.

“I’ll find you something,” she promised the mother, who nodded gratefully while the child flung his arms into the air and caught his father on the chin with his fist.

“Check the crate below the stairs!” Calling a suggestion of where she might find a towel, the other inn girl gave Bree’s hand a squeeze as they passed each other, the other arm wholly occupied as she carried a steaming bowl of soup to the boy who had nearly spilled the old man’s wine mere minutes before. It was his second bowl of soup; he had knocked the first one to the floor in a fit of excitement over a story his older sister was telling, and while the innkeeper had initially insisted that the family must pay full price for the second bowl, she’d capitulated when the boy had fixed her with a wide green gaze and given her a gap-toothed grin, and she and the sister had agreed that half-price would do instead.

Bree unlatched the stair-cupboard door, found the crate in question, and rummaged around until she found a stack of ratty but mostly clean cloth. Murmuring a few words of exhausted gratitude coloured with near-silent expletives, she scrambled back to her feet. She took only a moment to appreciate the delightful solitude and relative quiet of the cupboard before she hurried back out into the chaos. The mother accepted the towel gratefully, just in time, as her young son repeated his unsavoury activity from earlier, this time across her shoulder.

Ducking her head to hide an expression that was equal parts amusement and disgust, Bree wiped away the offending substance with her shoe, pinching the soiled towel with two fingers as she hurried to the back to dispose of it.

The other girl, who asked others to call her Victoria and who had no reason to do otherwise as she was indeed named Victoria, smiled broadly and welcomed the group who stumbled in from outside. She bit back a sigh—a group of five, they were, and she was already anticipating the headache it would be to squeeze them in somewhere—but she consoled herself that they were young and pleasant-looking and four of the five were rather handsome fellows who might leave a few extra coins upon the table if she beamed and winked and giggled just so. How striking, she thought, was the melting snow against the coppery-brown hair of two who might have been brothers and the dark beards of the pale, fidgety man and the astoundingly tall one behind him.

Victoria let her gaze rove around the room, searching for a place to seat them but also for her colleague, intending to whisper conspiratorially the next time they brushed elbows, “Have you seen those fine gentlemen who just came in?”

Bree was, in fact, right then returning from the back room, her hands now clean, still dripping water onto the floor. As she noticed the group that had just entered, her footsteps faltered and came to an abrupt stop. Her eyes grew wide; her cheeks grew wan. The old man drinking wine heard her cry out softly in surprise.

Victoria did not hear it, but she gaped in confusion as her friend staggered backwards, face now ghostly white, and then vanished back through the door through which she’d just entered.

“What is wrong with that girl?” the innkeeper demanded. Nothing escaped her eyes or ears. “Where does she think she’s going?”

“I—I think she must be quite ill,” stammered Victoria, unsure of how to answer. “Shall I check on her?”

“No. If she’s ill, we don’t want her anywhere near the guests. You’ll just have to move a little quicker till it calms down in here. Now chop-chop. I’ll come help you when I can.”

Sighing loudly and this time not even attempting to hide it, Victoria hurried across the room to bring the new group to their table.

The young man who had just entered, whose hair did not know if it was red or brown, whose face was sprinkled with freckles and whose body was sprinkled with scars, whose hands were busy brushing the last dregs of snow from his coat, felt a shiver run down his spine. Suddenly, though he did not know from where this feeling struck him, he was quite certain something had happened that he should have seen but had been too distracted to notice. When he looked around the room, however, he saw nothing but merry travellers and piping hot plates of food and frothy pints of beer and the smile of the bargirl who approached to direct them to their table.

At the back of the inn, clothed in nothing but her dress and apron, the girl whose secret was suddenly in great peril clung to the wooden doorway, gasping in the frigid night air, tears freezing to crystals of ice upon her lashes. For she knew that group who had just come in for a meal, knew their faces and their names and their past. This was not what frightened her.

Breanna Cooper knew that group, and worst of all, she knew they knew her, too.

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✨ Did you come here from Chapter 49? There are two bonus chapters that come between 49 and 50:

💚 Box in Your Heart (Colette and Will)

🍂 Are You Nobody, Too? (Bree and Henry)

Next time on The Prince of Thieves:

Tagging: @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @gala1981, @kixngiggles, @whither-wander-whump 💕

[tvkorn]

Intro<3

HI:3 im ilovekorn from ao3. Me and ihearttvgirl have been working on a fanfic for a while and we felt like we should make a blog to promote and make some extra content for it! Currently, our main fanfic is “the prince she was interested in wasn’t a prince at all” which is a fantasy/royalty/medieval au version of “the guy she was interested in wasn’t a guy at all” and we will explain more about it below!!

“The prince” isn’t our only fanfic though! We also have a Style fanfic inspired by “Harvey” by Alex G. Please check it out, we appreciate it so much!!! It’s about Stan moving away for college, abandoning his friends and his past. He has to come back to south park after a bad injury and he meets Kyle again. We love to write angst lool

On a different note, we plan on using this account to post art for our fanfic along with updates on other fanfic ideas we’ve had. Maybe we’ll post some sneak peaks? hehe

hello!! i’m i_heart_tvgirl from ao3 ^^ I’ve loved “the guy she was interested in wasnt a guy at all” and writing things for like forever, but I’ve always been WAY too scared to post things online… like I only got an ao3 account midway through this project LOL!! This whole thing was actually kind of a spur of the moment thing for me. 

I realized one random day in the spring that the manga might’ve had fanfics before sprinting to ao3 to read them. I was totes amazed by all the great writers for this fandom (if any of you are reading this, chances are I’ve probably read your work ;D ) but also shocked by how little content there was. After reading this cute fantasy oneshot by another writer in the fandom, I texted korn and was like “I really wanna make a crazy long medieval au pls”. 

I’d always wanted to be one of those crazy worldbuilding writers with fanfics twice the size of a novel, but I resigned myself to observing instead of posting… BUT KORN CHANGED THAT!! They were like “yeah that sounds fire” and we started bouncing off these big ideas. Our one shared conclusion? We were going to make things super angsty. JK LOL

This fanfiction is heavily into the building up of this fantasy world. I made a map out of rice and we worked from there. Korn and I have this giant worldbuilding document full of information, which I hope can be partially shown in these blogs, where we just went on and on. Every single country has its origins, its customs, and relations with other nations. Looking at the map, it’s obvious that some countries haven’t been explored in the fanfiction quite yet. Its not from a lack of information (trust us, we have a LOT) but more so that we are taking our time with the story’s progression. 

We plan to have around 50 total chapters to tell this story, but we will sit down sometime and make sure we have the correct amount to tell the story without rushing :D there is still much to come in our tale.

On a final note, please ask us questions! The more you want to know the more we can tell you about the story and all that ^^ thank you for sticking around with our giant fanfic, and we hope you’ll support us with our future projects <3

xoxo tv girl

[icanbeyourjedi-writes]

Dear Frankie Chapter Seven Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: A weekend away, leads to the next steps in the relationship

Words: 6754 Rating: 18+ SMUT please don’t read if you are under 18 Warnings/Triggers for series: Frankie is active duty military, deployment, death, Adult language, themes, and SMUT A/N: So I don’t really know anything…ok I know nothing about Fayetteville, North Carolina.  I am taking my own liberties on what it’s like there.  Names of places may exist, but I have no idea if they are real or not as well as some of the events I have.  But it's fan fiction and there are no rules.  While the reader may have some descriptions, I am doing my best to leave out physical characteristics. Just try to have a little imagination while you're reading this. I am horrible at SMUT writing, sooooo...yeah Another A/N: Sorry for the lack of posting to this story, I started a full time job at most of you know and when I did, I didn’t realize that full time meant 50-60 hours a week.  It’s been a lot and I am trying to get some more written, thank you for staying with me and now that I have figured out this work full stuff I hope to get back to writing some more. 

**Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. **

-November 2012-

Try as you might Frankie, you will never be able to convince me that doughnuts are better than pancakes. The argument that they have frosting doesn’t work…who says you can’t put frosting on pancakes? 

I still can’t believe that you are with me, with everything that happened over the summer.  You always have said that you are the lucky one, but Frankie with how you treat me, with how you love me…I am the lucky one

It was the second week in November, you had been busy with work and Frankie had been swamped with his own.  A new recruitment class had just joined the ranks and he was busy teaching the new pilots. You missed him and when the two of you finally had a ‘Frankie Friday’ to be able to spend together you made sure to do things right. Tyler showed you a quick and easy Chicken Tortilla Soup recipe.  You stood in front of the stove stirring the pot of hot liquid when a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, Frankie rests his chin on your shoulder. Squeezing you and placing a kiss on your cheek “this smells amazing Estrella” you smile and lean back into him “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

You smile and nod your head in agreement, “gotta keep you fed somehow”, the two of you haven’t tried since that night. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, you really did.  But something always felt off, felt forced almost.  Not on Frankie’s part, but on your own.  You were getting to the point where you just wanted to get it done and over with. Dinner was done, dishes sitting on the drying rack and the leftover soup placed in the fridge in a tupperware bowl with Frankie’s name written on it. Your feet up on the couch, curled into Frankie’s side as the two of you watch some comedy movie.  These nights with you help Frankie forget the negative in the world and he wants nothing more than to laugh and see you smile. 

“Hey, what are you doing next weekend? I know we’ve been busy with work…and the holiday is coming up” he asks while his fingers mindlessly rub on and down your bare arm “…but do you wanna…” 

“Yes” you say before he even finishes. He chuckles 

“I didn’t even finish what I was going to ask you, it could have been dangerous, or another wedding. I know how much you love those” 

“Is it another wedding?” You ask and he shakes his head “then bring on the danger Pilot Morales” 

“Warrant Officer,” he corrects you “adding Pilot my last name doesn’t make me official” he laughs and you shrug your shoulders and curl back into his side, head resting against him. Hand resting on his stomach, thumb rubbing against his soft gray shirt and you turn your attention back to the movie.  He clears his throat, “you wanna go away with me for the weekend? Just the two of us…”

“Where?” you ask

You pull up to what looks like a mansion.  A white stone front, with large wooden doors greet you, the backdrop of the mountains make it look like something out of a fairytale movie. Frankie kills the truck engine and you stare at the place you will be spending the next two days with your jaw dropped, not understanding how he was able to not only find this place but how he was able to afford it.  You’ve seen places like this for rent before and knew it wasn’t cheap by any means especially around the holidays. You feel Frankie’s thick fingers under your chin gently push up, closing your mouth “...how…” you ask 

“Eh, I know a guy” he smiles at you before leaning in to kiss you

“Oh, you just know a guy and you thought I was one with the mafia connection…you not telling me something Morales?” his hand moves from under your jaw, wrapping his fingers in your hair and holding your head in place as he kisses you slowly making you completely forget the question

“You said you wanted a little danger” his lips move over yours as he speaks, “do you wanna go inside?” you nod and quickly kiss him again 

Frankie opens his door, making his way over to you, He takes your hand as he helps you out of the truck.  Grabbing the two bags in the bed of the truck he follows you up to the front doors. His bag slung over his shoulder, the handles of your small bag wrapped around his hand, he reaches in gray sweat jacket and pulls out the key. Unlocking the large wooden door he pushes it open, you stand in awe of the house that lays in front of you. “It’s even better on the inside…” he whispers into your ear and you turn to look at him “after you” he nods his head towards the large open room. You bite your bottom lip and step inside. To the right of the door is what you can only imagine was a home office or library, books like all four walls. A grand staircase in the center of the room, walking past the stairs leads to a fireplace along the back wall. The family room on the right with a U-Shaped couch, facing a large picture frame window with the mountainous landscape. Who needs a TV with a few like this. On the left was a kitchen that any chef would dream for. Large fridge, a six-burner gas stove, two ovens and something that you knew was for pasta water but you didn’t know the correct term for. The large farm sink with its own window, and a center island big enough for ten people. Your jaw drops again, “who’s this guy you know?” You turn to face Frankie who set the bags down at the base of the stairs, shrugging his shoulders as he walks over to you

“Just a guy…really. It’s not a big deal” he places his hand on your lower back and kisses your cheek, “but if you think this is impressive. You should take a look at the bedroom” 

“Upstairs?” you ask 

“Upstairs…” he confirms and you run up the circular staircase leading to what find is the only room at the top of the stars 

Sliding open the barn door for the room, you almost faint at the beauty of the master bedroom. The room is larger than your entire downstairs studio apartment back in town. Floor to ceiling glass windows stretch the entire space. A large circle skylight that almost stretches from wall to wall has the room lit up with the setting sun. A king sized bed with dark blue sheets sits in the middle of the room under the skylight. You stand there in awe, Frankie’s footsteps behind you, climbing the stairs with your bags. Who was this guy and how the hell did Frankie know him? Part of you wondered…while the other part of you tried to commit every detail of this beautiful room to memory. Frankie sets your bags on the bench at the end of the bed. 

“This place is insane…” you shake your head still unable to believe it 

“Why don’t you get comfortable, unpack…I’ll go get some dinner started” he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead 

“Since when do you cook?” You laugh 

It wasn’t that Frankie didn’t cook, he did. He just didn’t like to, he knew the basics and was able to make more than just Mac and Cheese but in all the time you knew him he rarely cooked. He pulls back, still holding your waist smiling, “as a beautiful woman once told me…I gotta keep you fed some how” 

You put your hand over his goofy smile and playfully push him away, “I can’t with you sometimes you know that”  you shake your head smiling 

“You love me…” when you don’t say anything his statement turns into a question “…wait you love me right?” 

“I’ll let you know after dinner” 

Frankie puts out his bottom lips, looking at you like a wounded puppy. Those big brown eyes of his almost breaking you, you shake your head and smile, “fine…I love you” you pat his check and the smile that grows you swear could light up the whole damn city. He does a little fist pump and heads towards the open door and makes his way down the stairs towards the kitchen. You shake your head, laughing to yourself and you make your way to unzip your bag. 

You pull out a little yellow satin lingerie pajama dress. Thin yellow straps, with a deep v-neck line, the straps criss-cross in the back in a corset type style. The dress ends on your upper thigh, and you know the moment you bend over, your dress will leave nothing to the imagination in the backside. The dress has two slits on the sides, you wondered what they were for when there was so little fabric to begin with. You slide on the yellow satin shorts that you found to match. Before leaving you have an internal debate with yourself if you should wear this for dinner. Your hair down, falling over your shoulders and you stop at the threshold of the door. “Do it Frankie will think it’s sexy and have you then and there. Your the only dinner he’ll need” a voice says in your head, “don’t you want this…” it says again when you turn around and find the sleep shorts you brought with you. Sliding them up and tucking in the little bit of dress that was exposed. “What are you doing…” the voice gets louder when you put on a hoodie. You check the mirror and make sure your little yellow dress was hidden, and throw your hair up in a messy bun on top of your head. 

Making your way down the stairs and towards the kitchen the smell of Italian food fills your nose. Turning the corner you see candles sitting on the kitchen island, a bowl of salad sitting there with two wine glasses and a bottle of rosé. Frankie’s back to you as he stirs something on the stove top. How long had you been standing upstairs arguing with yourself about what to wear, it was nowhere near long enough for him to whip this meal up was it? 

“Are you making risotto?!” You ask

“Yes?” He inflection makes his answer sound like a question and you raise an eyebrow at him “yes” he says again more confidently and stands up a little straighter, shoulders back and proud of himself 

“Mmmhmm” you hum and move to a bar stool at the island reaching into the salad bowl stealing a crouton “you just happened to learn how to make a mushroom risotto” 

“For you, I’d learn anything…” he looks over his shoulder to see you smirk and roll your eyes “...and maybe I stopped by Gio’s and picked some up before this weekend” he chuckled turning off the stove top and dishing two plates that he had set on on the counter next to him

“Thank you,” you kiss his cheek as his sets the plate down in front of you “and thank you for this”

A weekend away with you, was exactly what I needed. Get away from everything at home and it just be us.  The trip started perfectly, an incredible house, the perfect man next to me and my favorite dinner.  I would be lying to you if I didn’t tell you I was still terrified of the next step, but Frankie I am ready…I am ready for you.  I love you more than I think was ever possible. The, I mean our first time may not have been exactly the way either of us envisioned it but it was nothing short of memory making. 

Your back is against the armrest of the sofa, legs draped over Frankie’s lap.  One arm of his rest on the back of the sofa, the other over your legs.  His hand rubbing up and down your thigh.  His legs were bouncing and you could tell there was something he was waiting to say. There had been a movie playing on the TV but all you could focus on was Frankie and the inner debate he seemed to be having with himself. Was this what you looked like upstairs debating on wearing your sexy little sleepwear down stairs for dinner? 

“Hey…” you pause when he looks over at you “are you ok?” 

He takes a deep breath, “I…you. Ok” he pauses and takes a deep breath “I mean you kinda already are, but do you think you might want to move in with me?” 

“Really?” you ask with a bit of shock, you had been spending as much time as you could with him. At least when your schedules allowed for it. He looks away from you and down to his hand that now sits still on your thigh “hey…hey, I didn’t mean it like that.” you reach for his face, turning him gently to look at you. Your thumb rubbing along his jaw.

He moves his hand, reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out a silver key, a little heart shaped charm attached to it. You look down at the key, then back up to him, pulling his face towards you and kissing him with as much passion as you could. Fingers moving to his hair and holding him in place.  You can feel the cold metal of the key resting on your thigh, pulling away just enough to be able to speak, “yes, Frankie” you smile against him before kissing him again. The Key flattens against your leg, Frankie pulling you closer to him, giving himself the room to lay you down, back against the cushions.  The hand he had on the back of the couch now holds most of his body weight above you, he deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing along yours. The key falls in between your leg and the cushions when he moves his hand up your thigh sliding it under the hoodie you had been wearing and rubbing along the silk of the sexy lingerie pajamas you had been hiding.

He lifts the hoodie a little further before your hand catches his wrist and stops his movements. To try and make it seem a little less awkward and not that you don’t want to take the next step you move your hand to lace your fingers with his. Feeling the bulge in his jeans pressed against you, you turn your head to catch your breath. Frankie kissing you on the check, your jaw, then your ear. His teeth biting the lobe, “do you want to take this upstairs?” his voice a low and deep whisper, your brain forgetting how to speak. You nod your head, the scruff on his face tickles as you turn carefully to look at him. His soft brown eyes turning dark, filled with lust and you want nothing more than to let him take you to bed. 

Sitting up, you slide your legs off Frankie. He offers you his hand when he stands up fully, wrapping your fingers around his, he pulls you into his arms. You wrap your arms around his waist, and rest your head against his chest.  Breathing in a scent that is uniquely him.  Coffee, Fennel and something that you can not describe. It’s sweet but with a hint of spice and when you smell it, it smells like home. His hands slide down your back and over your ass, grabbing it and slowly leading you backwards towards the stairs. Your hands work their way to wrap around his neck, he leans back lifting your feet off the ground. Silently telling you to wrap your legs around his waist, when you do you feel his hands wrap around your thighs holding you to him and he begins to walk up the stairs.  When you feel him stop, you slowly unwrap your legs from him, feet finding the cold hard wood floor or the bedroom. He cages you against the wall, lips attached to yours while his hand fumbles around for a switch. He finally finds the switch he was looking for and a fire comes to life along the one wall that isn’t lined with glass windows.

His your hands slide down his chest, finding the zipper to his grey hoodie. Pulling it down and opening it up to his soft red shirt underneath. His hands move to your waist and start to slide under again, feeling the silk below. He pulls back an eyebrow raised and a slight smirk on his face. “What’s this…” he questions as part of the yellow fabric becomes more exposed. You bite your lip, and pull his face back towards you, hoping that kissing him he’d forget the question. You know how the story ends, he will eventually see it when he starts to undress you. But you’d rather have his lips and attention focused on kissing you instead of what you are wearing. 

You push on his chest, getting him to walk backwards towards the bed. For not knowing the layout of the room you were very successful in leading him to the bed. His legs hit the bed, one hand moving from your waist to brace himself as he sits on the edge. Your legs move to straddle him, sitting on his lap continuing the kiss. His hands reach again for your hoodie, lifting it up inch by inch. More of the silky yellow fabric becoming exposed, he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to rip the hoodie over your head. His eyes drift down, seeing the helicopter charm resting against your chest, they continue down when he sees the sexy little number you had hidden. His hands on your waist, thumbs stroking your hips, licking his lips, continuing to drink the sight of you in. “Were you gonna wear this to dinner?” he asks you. You nod your head, your eyes looking down avoiding the look he’s giving you “it’s a good thing you didn’t…we never would have made it through the meal if you did” 

He lets you slide the jacket off his shoulders, your hands shaking as you reach for the hem of his shirt. His hands hold your wrist and help you lift the shirt over his head. You throw it behind you, your eyes still on his. Hands gripping in his broad shoulders, leaning back to kiss him. Your hips begin to rock against him, Frankie’s hands on your waist almost encouraging you to continue. When you break the kiss for a moment to catch your breath you hear him ask ‘are you sure?’ 

“Yes, Frankie…I, I’m ready” you smile, your thumb brushing over his lips “I love you” 

He kisses your thumb, smiling and nodding his head in agreement. The hands holding your waist move wrapping his arms around you, flipping you to your back. He stands next to the bed, propping yourself up in on elbows you reach for his belt “mmm not yet, this is about you” he motions for you to lay your head on the pillows, he follows laying next to you. His fingers pick up the charm resting between your breasts, his dark eyes focused on you. You reach up to cup his check and gently tuck a little curl behind his ear. He leans down to kiss you, his tongue sliding against your lips while his fingers trail down stopping when he reaches the waistband of your shorts. His thumb sliding underneath “may I?” 

You nod your head, instead of sliding your shorts off his fingers trail down further, through the curly hair there. His lips back on yours, moving slowly while his finger slips through your folds to find you already drenched waiting for him. His long calloused middle finger rubbing circles on your clit, you moan against his lips. Frankie carefully slides his finger down, towards your entrance when your hand flies to his bicep gripping it tightly. Pulling him away from this kiss thinking he had done something wrong, his finger stops moving and he brings his hand out of your shorts “are you ok? I…is this…I” he deep voice stuttering 

“No, no keep going. I just wasn’t…please do it again?” You nod your head “I just wasn’t expecting it…” 

“Ok…” he agrees, he slides his hand back, fingers making the same path as before. His eyes locked on to yours making sure that you are ok. He begins to slide in his finger and you bite your bottom lip, he inches in it slowly watching your face closing your eyes and the furrow between your brow relaxing he leans back down, kissing you gently and beginning to work his finger in and out of you. The grip on his bicep relaxes your hand moving to his neck, fingers threading three his hair when he moves his lips to the nook of your neck. Letting out a moan when his tongue licks a sensitive part there. 

“Are you ok?” He breathes against your skin 

“Mmmmhmmm” you hum nodding your head and you can feel the grin on his face against your skin 

“I’m gonna add another one ok?” He waits for your response, when you tell him ok he slips in another finger working you open. Preparing you to be ready for him and the next step

Mi Pescado, My love…so this is what you meant by preparing me first. I knew you had to be good with your hands. You are a skilled pilot after all but I had no idea you could play me like an instrument. I’ve tried this before but you are making me feel things I never had imagined. 

“Oooo” you moan against his neck “Frraaaankie” your fingers tighten his is hair a low moan escaping his lips that are still latched to your neck while his fingers continue to work in and out of you. Curling and rubbing against the most delicious spot 

“Come for me Mi Estrella…” his lips brush against your ear, teeth pulling on your lobe

Your eyes closed, head tilted back, hips rocking against the palm of his hand while his fingers kept working. 

Every cliché sounded exactly like that, a cliché. But Frankie, you made fireworks explode…waves crash on the beach…lava erupting from a volcano…and had the world stopping for just a moment. 

Your breathing fast, heart racing out of your chest. Eyes closed as you try to bring yourself back to earth. Frankie’s fingers now move slower, drawing out the incredible feeling of floating on air. Your fingers loosen around the dark locks. You open your eyes to see him, a smile on his face, eyes sparkling like the embers of the fireplace in the room. Fingertips massaging the back of his neck and you can’t help the post-orgasm smile on your face. 

“I love you,” he tells you leaning down kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, then giving you a quick kiss to the lips “so much” 

You push some curls back off his forehead, fingers trailing down behind his ear. Over the scruff on his jawline, following it down to his chin. Catching it between your thumb and fingers you pull him back in for a kiss, “I love you” you murmur against his lips

Moving his body he positions himself over you, your legs spreading to let him fit. Sitting up, he reaches for the hem of the silk dress. He begins to pull it up, you sit up letting him pull it over your head.  His eyes roam down your bare chest, hands moving down the side of your body. Hands stopping at your hips, thumb brushing the soft, sensitive skin there. Biting the inside of his cheek and shaking his head, almost in disbelief. “How did I get so lucky?” he says to himself “so beautiful” 

Your hands work to undo his belt buckle, forehead resting against his. Your breathing picking up in anticipation of the next steps “then why don’t you finish your meal, Francisco” you say as seductively as you can with your heartbeat rising. Remembering the night he told you he didn’t prepare you first, that the night when everything went wrong he blamed himself. 

“Yes ma’am, gladly” he smirks, he stands to remove his pants the rest of the way. Before dropping them to the floor he reaches in his pocket, trying to find the little foil rapper.  You slide off your now soaked underwear and shorts throwing them on the other side of the bed, “shit…shit” you hear him turning your attention back towards the now naked man sitting on the edge of the bed. His elbows on his knees, a hand rubbing the back of his neck, the other over his face.

“Frankie?” you say softly, moving your body towards him and placing a hand on his shoulder, his head shaking in disappointment 

“I thought I had…I don’t, the condom fell out” he manages to finally say looking at you. His dark brown eyes, the once lustful look now replaced with sadness 

“It’s ok…we…” you put your hand on his cheek “I trust you” leaning in to kiss his shoulder, then his cheek, finding his lips “I trust you” you say again. 

Your eyes locking onto his; you take his hands and move them to your body, hands wrap around his neck guiding him back to the bed. Back to the position you had left. His forearm resting next to you holding his body weight off you. His other hand moves to his cock, stroking himself a few times before sliding the tip between your folds. You hold your breath when you feel tip notch at your entrance, “hey…hey breathe, ok” his voice concerned trying to guide you through this “just focus on me” you nod your head taking a deep breath.

He pushes in a bit further when you take your breath, moaning at the stretch. Your eyes closed, Frankie’s lips brush over your ear “ok?” he asks, and you nod. Fingers threading through his hair tugging on it “yes” you whisper and he inches further. Stopping again to let you adjust before he pushes further. The little tugs of his hair and air little moans encourage him to continue until he is fully in. You open your eyes, feeling that he had stopped moving, the feeling of him completely pushed up against you. The coarse hairs pressed to each other. “Ok?” He asks you again 

“Yes,” you smile at him “I love you” 

“I love you too” he leans down slowly kissing you. Staying still is hard for him, his cock twitching and begging for him to move. It’s taking every bit of his strength to not pull out and slam back into you. “I’m gonna move now, If you need…” 

“You to stop, tell you. Frankie, I trust you” you press your thumb over his lips. You roll your hips trying to create friction. You don’t know what made you do it, or how you knew to do it. Frankie grunts when you roll your hips again. 

Frankie starts to pull out, just enough to push back in. Small thrusts to start with, letting you feel him, giving you the chance to tell him to stop if you need to. Your small moans encourage him to continue to pull out further. His hand slides down your thigh, hooking around your knee and moving your leg up a little higher on his hips giving him a new angle. Your nails scratch down his back leaving your own mark on him, while his tongue and lips leave their own on your neck. 

“Oooo ooooh…” you breathe out, each snap of his hips brings out a new sound. His pace quickens, he wanted to hold back to go slow but you felt to good and it had been so long since he felt like this “Frrrrammmm” 

“Ok…is..too…much…” each word leaves his mouth with a thrust, lips against your skin. His head buried in your neck, his cock buried deep in your cunt. 

“Mmm it’s good” you tilt your head further back. Back arching while Frankie buried himself deeper. Legs tightening around him, your toes curling. He had found a spot inside of you that is setting your skin a blaze, a fire quickly building deep within you. “Frrraaankie….hmmm” you moan again 

His hips snapping harder, the pace picking up, sweet dripping down his body onto yours. He adjusts himself so he’s thrusting even deeper than before. His hand moves to hold the headboard, gripping onto it to help hold him above your body. Your toes curling more, hips moving with his, your hand trying to find something to hold on to. His grunts are only matched with your moans, skin slapping against skin. Your hand moves from his back and flies to grip the headboard when you lost control of the fire, a full blown inferno now. 

“Shhhhit….Oh god…Fffff” you walls clench around him, the damn burst and you come around him. Frankie chasing his own high, his head high above you know looking down on the beautiful faces you make as you fall over the edge. The hand not hold the headboard moves to your waist and down your leg that had he clenched around him. Moving your leg to open you up and thrust harder and faster. 

“Where?” He snarls, the chords in his neck tightening and his teeth grit together “I…need…to…” 

“Whhhat?” You ask as he snaps his hips again 

“Can…I…shiiiit” he can barely get the words out and you can feel him throbbing inside of you. You barely had enough time to say “inside” when warm fills you again. 

His toes curl, his breathing heavy and eyes closed. Ropes of his seed continue to flow, the once calculated and precision thrusts have slowed. Now longer slamming back into you, but gently sliding in and out. Frankie’s arm is growing tired and he lays his body weight on to you. The two of you are breathing heavily, his warm damp skin laying on top of yours. Your fingers massage the back of his head, puffs of hot air against your neck and his thick cock still pulses inside of you. His body begins to relax the more you play with his hair, your own breathing starting to even out. His face towards you, hot puffs of air hit your cheek. A stark contrast to the cold tear that falls from your eye that you know he feels. You don’t have to say anything before a barely there kiss is placed to your temple, then catching the next tear before it falls. 

“Shit, baby…I…I am sooo, are you ok?” he lifts his head, regaining strength he lefts the top of his body off of yours, your hands moving with him “did I hurt you” he slides out of you as carefully as he can. A hand holding your wrist, while the other cups your face

You swallow hard and shake your head, “I’m ok Frankie…I just, I’m sorry” you say quietly. You know the sex didn’t seem to last long, it seemed to be over quicker then you had hoped for. You know his experience and are sure that this wasn’t as good for him as he has had in the past.  “I’m…”

“Why are you sorry?” his thumb stroking your cheekbone, and a hand on your hip. The fire behind him and the sweet shine off his body making him look like a Greek God “you have nothing to be sorry for”

“It didn’t…I didn’t, was it? Was I ok?” you finally manage to ask him, sitting up. His hand still holding your hip, the hand on your face cradling the back of your neck “did you enjoy it?” 

“Did I enjoy it?” He asks, there was a tone to his voice you had never heard before. A mix of annoyance and saddens “of course I did, so it did last long. That doesn’t matter. What matters is how I feel about you and how I feel when I’m with you. And I love you, I love you more than I ever thought was possible” 

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him. You wrap your arms around him, head resting on his shoulder. Your hands run down his back, kissing his shoulder and pulling away to look at him. 

The fact was, it wasn’t like how I pictured it. It wasn’t like how they made it seem to be in the movies. I didn’t know what I was doing, and as much as I trusted you I was terrified. I don’t know what I did to get so lucky to have someone as understanding and wonderful as you. But, Frankie, I love you. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. 

“Maybe we can try it again?” you ask a shy smile toying at your lips 

“Of course, we can. I mean practice does make perfect” 

You hear the fire crackling, you open your eyes slowly.  Frankie’s bare back facing you from the end of the bed, holding a guitar he had found in the room.  Fingers gently brushing against the strings, turning the tuning pegs until he finds the right tone.  Carefully sliding the sheets off your naked body you crawl on the bed to him. Kissing his shoulder, your hand rubs up and down his back and you sit close, watching his thumb move over the strings again.

“I didn’t know you played guitar” you chin resting on his shoulder 

“I am a man of many hidden talents” he smiles leaning his head towards you 

“Play me something?” you ask

“I’m really not that good, I just…sometimes while away…I” he starts

You could always tell when he was starting to get nervous, he hands were busy otherwise you know he would be rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding all eye contact with you. You lift your head and place a kiss on his cheek, a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Please?” you ask again. 

He nods, and begins playing a song you don’t know the melody to.  His eyes focused on what his hands were doing, his tongues peaking out of his lips in concentration. After a few chords you start to recognize, ‘I wanna know what love is…” you hum “I want you to show me” you say out loud. You can see the smile grow on his face.  After he had finished the few last chords of the chorus he stops playing, turning his head towards you

“That's all I know. I told you I wasn’t really that good” he sets the guitar down, his hand moving to cup your face, “however, this one one more hidden talent I need to show you”

It takes your mind a moment to register where this was going, his eyes looking up and down your naked body, a devilish grin on his face as he leans in to kiss you. Using all tongue your brain finally figures it out. You pull away, catching your breath, “oh, that talent…” you smile.

“Mmmmhmm” he nods his head in agreement 

“Ok, Catfish…show me” 

The sun was beating down on your bare back, the skylight above the bed letting you know the morning had come. Your hand running along the empty space next to you. The spot now cold, your eyes fly open wondering where he could have gone, he didn’t…no why would he? You shake the thought as soon as it comes to you. Sitting up, a slight pain, yet pleasure runs between your legs. You look at his pillow, finding a rose and a yellow sticky note. You reach for the flower first and bring it to your nose, setting it on your lap you reach for the yellow paper. Frankie’s handwriting and a small hand drawn heart in the corner 

Estrella, 

I thank my lucky stars everyday that you came into my life. Whenever the skies get to dark and the world feels like it’s caving in. You are there, a light in my darkness. Remember that I love you and that will never change 

-Frankie 

You twirl the flower in your finger, a smile lingering on your face as his voice reads the letter in your mind again. ‘I love you and that will never change’ Frankie was a once in a lifetime kind of man, even after a year of being together you know he is the one for you. You move your legs to the edge of the bed, placing your feet on the floor. You slowly walk to the bathroom, feeling him with every step you take. 

You stop in front of the large mirror above the vanity and sinks. The movie at least got something right, you had a glow about you. Your lips still slightly swollen from kissing Frankie, your hair a mess, Frankie had left a trail of hickeys down your neck and scattered throughout your body. You follow them down to your hips where a small bruise was. You brush a finger over it and flashbacks of Frankie grabbing your waist tightly as he chased his high for the 4th time that night. Or was it morning? 

You freshen up, turning the light off in the bathroom you gingerly walk back in the bedroom and try to find your clothes from the night before. Then you see his grey sweat zip up jacket. A little light and a devilish grin spreads across your face. You slide it on and zip it up just enough to cover your lower half. You push the sleeves up so hands are free and you make your way down the stairs finding Frankie wearing his tight red boxer briefs in the kitchen once again. 

You don’t try to be sneaky, you know with that military training he could hear you coming no matter how hard you tried to be silent. Your arms wrap around his waist, while he flips the pancake. Kissing his back, “you know, you're too good to me?” 

He places the last pancake on a plate. Turning off the stove and facing you, “well I gotta keep you feed some how” he grins “good morning” 

“Morning” you reply before he leans down to kiss you “thank you for the flower”

He nods, fingers playing with the zipper resting just below your chest. Slowly moving you back towards the kitchen island.  Your hands holding his waist just above the band of his boxer briefs. Nose running along yours, your breath catches when he pulls the zipper down exposing your bare body to him.  Hands sliding to hold your hips under the grey fabric, lips finding yours in an unrushed kiss, taking his time making you feel every ounce of love he has for you. Your smile gives him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in, pulling your body closer to his when he does. Your stomach growls, causing him to pull back and chuckle. “Someone really is hungry…” 

“Shut up” 

You push him away, and walk the few steps to grab the plate that he put the pancakes on. The slight twinge of pain is still there when you walk, and you already know that Frankie knows. His face says it all when you turn back to him. “Did I hurt you, I knew I should have stopped…it was to much for the first time” he shakes his head 

“Frankie, hey…hey I’m ok. Really, I’m fine. Great actually” you were. You weren’t lying, you did feel great. Sure maybe you should have stopped after the 4th time but you wanted him more than anything and he did say practice makes perfect 

Frankie, my Francisco…mi Pescado, thank you. Thank you for being patient, thank you for waiting for me. Thank you for this weekend. Thank you for taking your time with me that night. Thank you for letting me love you. Thank you for being my Francisco. I don’t know what this next step of our journey will hold but I can not wait for you to be the last and first thing I see everyday. 

I love you 

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Heyoo so I've been digging through your villainous fanfics and I was wondering what was alien affections about?

Alien Affections is about a reader that's from a different version of Earth where superpeople don't exist. In the story, there are two Earths. One being the Villainous one and the other being "our" Earth. Flug was on a mission to gather some meteorites for a plan that involved selling them as power sources or resources to villains. But it instead brings back a human from another earth by accident, technically making the reader an alien (but still human). Throughout the story, the human is housed by the villainous crew since they are an engineer. However, a little later in the story, it's revealed that the alien-human has very toxic blood that can kill or weaken heroes or villains. Including Black Hat. The primary love interests are Black Hat and Flug, but BH tends to be too dickish to fully enthrall Reader. This is all pre-release of the main show and no other characters show up other than the main crew. There are also a few "OC's" in the mix, but they mostly are just named in passing and killed to move the story along. Tl;DR It's a reader insert story about how the reader gets abducted by accident from another world, gets experimented on to make a potent superhero toxin, extorted for their blood that becomes high in demand, kills a few heroes and villains unintentionally, slowly falls for the anxious scientist and vice versa, starts a gang war, gets mauled by BH (who then gets hooked on their blood), survives a burning building to save the villainous crew, gets tortured by a rival faction to "perfect" their toxic blood, and created a robot son (Hat-Butler bot with a personality) with Flug. All of this while trying to stay alive long enough to get back to their world.

Probably my most popular story to date. Keep in mind, however. I made that story in 2017. I was in the process of updating it, but got burnt out from churning out 5,000 word chapters a DAY. It's 50 chapters long. So it's a deep read. Currently completed and just needs some polishing throughout the whole fic. Also has a sequel in development named "Galactic Empires". First few chapters of that is also on my AO3. I haven't abandoned the story or the arcs. I just have no motivation. I still have the outline and keypoints. So it's just a matter of when my Villainous affection gets revived. But, I'm also no longer 17. I'm 25 and I have to make a living for myself as an adult. I can no longer sit around and churn out content like I could back in my younger days. I'll try my best, however. If you are interested or wanna mark it for later, here's the link to the full fic. vvv

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Earth and Cora 6 were close planets to eachother but at some point a 50 year war started between them

The war eventually came to an end thanks to the planets ruler Alaric magne who entirely blew up earth. Is this really the end for humanity tho?

First of all I am not a professional artist, I’m just a random highschooler so please don’t expect perfect art or writing and a good uploading schedule this is also just a beta verison for the story, I’m planning to make it more professionally as an actual graphic novel or a series in the future which is why criticism is always welcomed and is very important

You can read the full webcomic below but first here’s some other places you can go and support it! Of course just liking it here will be enough but if you wanna:

Webtoon - https://www.webtoons.com/creator/_hbera

Insta - https://instagram.com/saving_the_dead?igshid=MmJiY2I4NDBkZg==

Content warnings: death, murder, weapons (mostly sci-fi ones), parental death, world ending, cartoony-looking gore

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I was wondering what advice you could give for anyone wanting to write snoo-snoo? It doesn't have to be anything crazy. I'm just curious.

Okay, writing good snoo-snoo is very hard. I might end up making a full post about it later on but 2 things you should know:

Repetition will happen. Unfortunately, there are only so many ways someone can say "Thrust" before you repeat it again. My rule of thumb is to TRY to say it only once every other paragraph. So Let's say there are 3 paragraphs. As long as paragraph 2 doesn't have it, paragraph 3 can. Of course, I mean this for the description of the action. So plunge can't be used in consecutive paragraphs.

Read good AND bad snoo-snoo. There are tons of recommendations out there.

More information below this cut cuz I def went on a full tangent.

Personally for good build up and writing, I recommend "A Touch of Darkness" by Scarlett St Clair. Very good retelling of the story of Hades and Persephone. For just cutting straight to the good stuff, The "Ice Planet Barbarian" series by Ruby Dixon. Definitely a good safe read for anyone getting into monster lover stuff. The world building in it is pretty cool too! Lots of badass moments too.

If you wanna talk about BAD recommendations that I just recommend so you can understand what you want to learn from, I have 2. Fifty Shades of Grey series and Taken by the T-Rex.

Going over 50 shades. Do I have a distaste for the book as a whole? Absolutely, but it's great reference material. These book aren't well-written by any means, but that doesn't mean it's a bad story! The thing that sucks is the story is actually a good romance, BUT it focuses too much on the wrong things. I won't get too into it if you haven't read it but my biggest gripe with it is how this series goes over the BD/SM community.

I'm actually a...consumer? A participant? I'm not sure. Either way, I engage with this community rather regularly.

My biggest issue is how this series handles "Consent." Everyone at one point does consent, and that's my issue. It isn't like a "he seduced me because that's how sexy he was and I let my body take control". No. There is the topic of "Nonconsensual Consented", as in, they only said yes because they felt pressured. The main characters BOTH go through this.

And it's just accepted. On top of that, the ending for the first book. Again, if you've read the series, you know what I mean. The ending of this book was resolved within chapters of the second book. It didn't feel like there was a point to it at all.

The second book. Taken by the T-Rex. This is a terrible story. It's hilarious, and terrible. Dinosaurs want hot and sexy cave women near them and the women are like "oh...fuck yeah <3"

I recommend this because the ero-scenes are actually really good. I do think this series would've taken off so much better had the writing been taken a little more seriously. It's an ero-comedy, I guess you could say.

That said, this is POORLY written. Like, I mean, My Immortal (tm) level of poorly written.

And if you don't get that reference, here is the link. You need to read this as it is a treasure of the lost times. Just know, I love this series because it's hot garbage. For me, it's an old relic that should never be forgotten because of the cringe. Embrace the cringe.

Every author out there that reads this will think this exact thing: "Oh I've written that kinda story before."

[beinfriends]

( Alright, pretty sure I've basically collected everybody in the Mother RPC at this point, so looks like it's time for me to say... hello! I'm Rabbit, or better known as Psy in this community (which you can see I continue to go by... because I am too fucking lazy to redo my promo assets. But I still really do just use Psy still.), and I was in the Mother RPC previously from 2018-2021 (I think? or 2020, I don't really remember) and wound up leaving due to mental health reasons, but recently I randomly got the urge to come back, so here I am with a remade blog. I was previously twinsmily, pigmonarch/allhailkingp, and beinfriends, a blog I have since moved from in order to make this blog.

I've added a lot of muses since the previous iteration of this blog. I feel like I should warn people, even if you knew me prior to rejoining (i.e. Neg and Star. hi btw) that my muse priorities have shifted quite a bit, although Lucas/Claus/Porky are still main muses for me. I replayed Mother 3 last June and got really into the Tazmily villagers for some reason, hence why I added all of them to my muse roster. If you remember the original version of this blog, my list was like <10 muses. We're at 50 now, and I didn't even list everybody.

As to why this even happened... I was playing chapter 3 and read Paul's text during the scene where Fassad tries to get everyone to pick up Happy Boxes and he said "I don't need happiness. It's standing right next to me." and I just really admired his wifeguy-ness... I thought that was so cute, since I'd never really thought about him before. And then my brain decided I liked literally all of them so here we are.

As mentioned in my rules, I did recommend the worldbuilding page + considering reading my fic recs per each character, but overall, I feel I should plug this directly. If you're interested in seeing the Tazmily that I have built in excruciating detail, consider giving A Change of Heart a read. The fic is about Leder telling everyone the truth about their past and everyone being forced to reckon with their trauma and memories.

Up front, it's 200,000 words. But it's a fic I wrote over the course of 5 months last year and is a huge basis for how my Tazmily now functions. The main verse of this blog is directly tied to this fic. Per my timeline, the final events of ACOH concluded one year prior to the events of this blog. BUT it's okay, I do not expect you to know all this shit. I will tell you things as necessary, I just thought I could cut out the middleman a bit is all.

What do you need to know about the default universe of this blog? Here's a few simple things to make it clearer:

The events of Mother 3 concluded 4 years ago.

ALL Tazmily villagers have regained their full memories of the past. The story is generally gone, though people didn't abandon their roles/jobs.

Tazmily has been rebuilt in the old style, but the world is a mix of old and new; people still use DP, but bartering has come back in a major way in terms of doing business.

There are multiple new settlements to account for all the New Porkers.

In all, it's pretty simple, but again, highly recommend you check out my worldbuilding page for a more in-depth rundown of the world, but still shorter than a 200,000 word fic lol. I still have some stuff I wanna add, but I got a lot of it done yesterday.

Also, I have a lot of posts queued from my personal about villager lines, or edits I made, so on, so expect to see those posts in the coming days. I have chronicled a vast majority of lines you can possibly see the villagers say. I got plenty o' lines you've probably never seen. There's only a handful of lines I cannot find, and am assuming went unused. So yeah, enjoy that!! It'll be your crash course on the villagers if you, like everybody (including past me), know very little about the villagers. I look forward to it.

This blog may or may not wind up being low activity, but it remains to be seen. I start my new job today, so I'll see how the work-life balance is. Bios are still a WIP. As I said yesterday, I have 19/50 completed. I will hopefully do the secondary bio batch soon, but probably not today, and probably not tomorrow, because work. But everyone in the main tier has a bio, so check 'em out!

If you made it this far, thanks for reading! I hope I get to know all of you better in the coming days and weeks! Starter call will come after this post for everyone. See ya soon! )

[blackbird-brewster]

Friday* Fic Recs!

*This week got away from me so this is being posted on Sunday, whoops!

What I'm Reading

Bloodsport by Darkbardzero Criminal Minds, JJ/Emily

Why I Love It: So I'm FINALLY reading Bloodsport (2010) and the only remnants of it are like 50% of the chapters that can still be found by deep diving on Live Journal, because the author deleted all of their fic accounts. Bestie thinks they still have a copy downloaded somewhere and so I'm holding out hope because GOD ITS JUST SO SO SO GOOD. The author's writing style is surreal, the amount of inner monologue and character motivation?? Chef's Kiss!! But until I have a full copy, I'm at a standstill (sobs in Jemily). So I'm also re-reading...

Criminal Minds, JJ/Emily, WC: 101,272

Author: mjduncan Why I Love It: This is such a foundation fic for the JJ/Emily ship. Written in 2012, it was one of the first Jemily fics on AO3 and the first Jemily fic I ever read! It's so amazing and I re-read it often. Such a lovely piece of fiction that our fandom will cherish forever. If you're new to JJ/Emily fics, you NEED to read this! It's truly a pivotal work for our little ship.

WIP I'm Excited About:

Criminal Minds, JJ/Emily, WC: (TBD) Author: thelarkasceding

Why I'm Excited: Because it's by @gaelic-symphony and it's angsty Jemily feels! I haven't had a chance to start reading it yet but I am v excited because I adored [Caution to the Wind] and I wanna see where this goes!

What I'm Writing:

Blue Heaven Midnight Crush Criminal Minds, JJ/Emily, WC: (TBD)

Summary: An early CM online dating fluff-fic! Think 'You've Got Mail' except it's JJ and Emily.

Why I'm Excited: I started this two weeks ago after I found an old head canon from 2015 that I wanted to make into a fic. I have written nearly four chapters but I couldn't help but feel like the story wasn't going where I wanted it to. It was missing 'something' then I had some good shower thoughts yesterday and I suddenly feel a bit more inspired, so hopefully I can write a bit this week!

Other Recommendations:

Past Friday Fic Recs: [Friday Fic Recs - Tumblr] || [CM Fic Recs - AO3 Collection]

Rec Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily] || [CM Femslash]

My Fics: [Jemily] || [Temily] || [All]

[agaypanic]

tbh i like second person wayyyy more than third for reader inserts

it just makes me feel like i’m actually in the story yk?

-📖

so true so true. i decided to start writing in second person until i got a response, so im glad i did that lol (although it wouldn't have been a hassle to change, ive only written 50 words😭)

another question: idk how it would work (you prob wanna stay anonymous, and i write on google docs so i think you'd see my email, name, and face if i sent/posted the link), but would you wanna beta read the chapters (or at least snippets) before i put them out, or do you trust me to just write and post lol

also im thinking of posting the full story on ao3, but putting snippets on here along with a link to the ao3 chapter

[halflingkima]

Finally finished the book I was reading, am procrastinating on the buddy read i’m in the middle of (bc i’m confused and dont wanna reread parts), have about 12 library books due in 5 days, so here’s a first chapter test

After Hannibal by Barry Unsworth: Genuinely don’t know what this is about. something about the place where Hannibal defeated the Romans and gentrifiers of rural Italy in the 90s? won the booker prize, so i’m assuming it’ll bore me to tears

First off, no chapters. Read the first couple.. sections? it’s fine, beginning introductions to an ensemble which tbh sounds promising. none of the characters likeable quite yet, which may prove taxing.

The Sea-Stone Sword by Joel Cornah: Also don’t know what this one’s about. For some reason I recall it being about the False Chosen One trope? and like. a excalibur myth but with pirates, hence sea stone sword..

Didn’t read the full chapter, but seems promising, if closer to a high fantasy. pirate captain’s a woman that i’m already obsessed with but scared we won’t follow since she’s not the main character.

Blonde Indian by Ernestine Hayes: A memoir of a Tlingit woman

Started this a bit ago, and it doesn’t have traditional chapters. it’s slow moving and starts very early in her life. i like the method of the story (told sort of through things her grandmother tells her) but i’m worried i’m getting a little lost in the youth.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid: juding by how hard it was to get my hands on a library copy, i’m assuming everyone knows what this one is. a now-elderly 50s starlet chronicles her life to a reporter.

Just read the first news article but it seems a lot more interesting than i expected. i didn’t realize it had articles and whatnot, so that’s promising. i also didn’t realize her daughter had died which is a huge bummer right out the gate, dang

Thin Places by Marian Musmecci: also don’t know what this one’s about. assuming its a stream-of-consciousness slice-of-life with some magical realism wrt ancestors and whatnot

The introduction is 36 pages and i’m not reading that if i’m not committing to the whole book rn, but while the writing is quite verbose, it’s easier to read than i remember it being from my first attempt in high school

Starless by Jacqueline Carey: synopsis is extremely vauge. i know it’s a high fantasy and the synopsis uses the phrase “soul’s twin” so maybe a romance thing? i know there’s a bodyguard/court assassin thing going on. and an old god rising??

help i love it. stopped after a couple pages because i’m afraid i’d just read the whole book otherwise. it starts off pretty heavy on the lore and land but the voice is irresistible to me for some reason. it reminded me of Silver Under Moonlight, but without Remy’s sass.

The Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakraborty: A pirate comes out of retirement to track down a missing girl

i gotta get on this cuz there’s a long hold list for this and my borrow is up in like two weeks whoops. i haven’t read her other trilogy but this is supposed to be a prequel anyway. also, pirates! anyway! what a lovely intro. i already have so many questions and am so ready for the story. perhaps the bulk will pass quickly.

She-Wolf, edited by Hannah Priest: an essay collection focusing on analysis of female werewolves in media

the introduction is one of the essays in itself, presenting the purpose of the collection and citing so many studies and whatnot. very wordy, very academic. gotta be in the right headspace and i’m not sure i am lmao

[nights-at-crystarium]

Fragments is a slice of life comic leisurely telling a gay wolgraha story. A ShB love letter. A mix of fluff, spice, angst and idiocy. Updates every other Friday.

Read the comic using the episode index below.

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✧✦✧ Chapter I: Found and lost ✧✦✧ Episodes: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5.1 - 5.2 | text | 6 | 7 | 8 | text | 9 | 10 | 11 | text

✧✦✧ Chapter II: New world, old friend ✧✦✧ Episodes: 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51-54 in early access

My notes on episodes: 1-3 | 4-7 | 8-11 | 12-14 | 15-18 | 19-22 | 23-26 | 27-30 | 31-35 | 36-40 | 41-46

This comic’s storytelling style assumes you have not only played through ShB, but are closely familiar with the details.

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Fragments is also on: webtoon | free pdf on kofi chapter 1 | chapter 2 | ao3 (slow updates)

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Support the comic: Patreon | Kofi

I'm only asking for money needed to sustain me while I dedicate myself to this project. Current script looks like 5+ years of work, and, given your continued support, I'd indulge and add even more fun scenes.

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Love my art? Get a print or a digital artbook collecting all of it!

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Binge-likes, reblogs, interacting with old posts? Encouraged and appreciated!

I also have a twitter, discord server, check my carrd for more links.

FAQ under the cut:

- You aren’t on [platform name], can I repost your art? No, please DON’T repost or use my art in any way, including pfp/icons. The only things you CAN use are the discord emotes, only for their designed purpose. If you wanna share something on another platform, just link to my tumblr post. They’re permanent and easy to find thanks to tags. - Vivi’s pronouns? He/him! Both him and Raha are cis male in my work. - Can I draw him? Yes please, and don’t forget to @ me!! I LOVE fanart. ✔️ You CAN draw him solo or with characters that are established in Fragments. Please keep it sfw. ✖️ Please don't draw him with other wols or characters that aren’t established in Fragments. No what-ifs. - Can I kin him? Kin him at your own risk, his story is an iceberg that you might not like when you see it in full. You can kin Vivi as long as you don’t use his name or art, or rp as him. He’s my WoL, think how would you feel if your WoL was impersonated by someone else. - Are asks okay? YES!! I reply privately by default, if you’d like it to be posted on my blog, please indicate it somehow, maybe add “ok to post” <3 - What are your tools? Windows desktop, tablet Wacom One Medium, Paint Tool SAI, Paintstorm Studio. - Any merch/prints? You can grab a print of my art. No merch beyond what inprnt can offer. If you’d like to see another art of mine on my inprnt, just ask me <3 - Fragments physical books? Unfortunately never because I’m not in the US, and got no mental bandwidth needed to process physical orders. - Collab, trade, request, art challenge, any other kind of community project, are you in? Nope, sorry! I prefer working at my own pace, I hope I don't come off as standoffish, just got no time and energy for that. - How do you write Vivi? He seems different from an average wol. Here’s a post just for you :3c Someone asked all the right questions and prompted me to talk about my writing process. - Just how thirsty are you for the Exarch? Yes.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

can u recommend some good blupjeans centric fics? i consider u a blupjeans expert so i trust u

1) thank u, being regarded as a blupjeans expert is literally the highest compliment i can get

2) i can absoLUTELY rec some blups-centric fics hell yes. i won't be tagging the authors mainly bc i don't know all their tumblrs (or if they all have tumblrs) but im pretty sure most of them mention their @ somewhere in the notes of the story if they do have an account.

ghosting, and a lack thereof by anistarrose - A lup lives and is voidfished AU!! she keeps getting presents from a person who only labels themself as "B". this one is vv cute and warm and altogether so good. it's 50 years of slowburn blups smushed together in a much shorter time frame with much more confusion about what the hell is happening sldfsd. it's vv good!! highly recommend!!

Til Death Do Us Part by Mmmarty - there cannot be a more clear-cut summary than what was put already: "Certainly after saving the whole of the known universe, these fools can pull off a wedding, right?" it's vv sweet and exactly the type of wedding i can imagine them having. everyone and everything is a mess but it's so, so good and worth it. this fic is truly an amazing experience!!

Attend Me Here, also by Mmmarty - so goddamn good and nice. barry and lup FINALLY confess to each other and talk about being in love and they're so nice and good and aaaaaa i love this fic. tbh, i highly recommend every blups fic by Mmmarty but if i did that, the whole list would just be them sldfksd.

The Only One On Your A.M. Radio by Grabbingatpowerandkissingit - barry and lucas run a late-night radio talk show and they get a caller who absolutely decks them with magic science. lucas is upset. barry is in love. u can imagine the type of incredible shenanigans that go on in this fic. i WISH i could describe how good it is, but i simply cannot, so u will have to read it for urself!!!

Crush by julidoesnotwrite (notjuli) - this one is so sweet it gave me cavities ngl !! barry and lup are both vv sick and also vv in love. perfect rendition of "we have been married 50 years and i still have a crush on you". it makes me smile so wide every time i read it. cannot!! recommend this one!! enough!!! it's so sweet!!!

Break This Heavy Chain by Punka_Writes - this takes place in the immediate aftermath of story and song. barry is alive and full of many, many emotions, most of them related to his wife. it's just!!! them interacting and loving each other and loving their family after so long, it's so good!!!

I'd Sooner Set Myself on Fire by TooOceanBlue - lup may be a warlock patron and super powerful lich, but she told her family she was bringing a date to dinner and now she can't get out of it. hopefully, they won't be able to tell the difference between "boyfriend" and "loyal warlock". this one is a goddamn work of ART!!! i think about it too much still. so many twists and turns!!! so good!!!

Falling for U by MoonlightxStars - gonna be honest, it's been a hot minute since I've read this one, but i vividly remember being on the edge of my seat for any chapter updates. it's about lup and barry growing up together and slowly falling in love. this will break ur heart and then glue it back together and then repeat that process like, five other times. it's so good and i will put it on my read later list again bc i need that experience once more

When We Run Away by Voidfish - barry and lup in the middle of stolen century and then after it, w the same prompt each time: "run away with me". this one is bittersweet and happy all at the same time. it's vv much captures the "we're in love but we have so much work to do for everyone else" vibe of the stolen century. highly recommend it to literally everyone, it makes me wanna cry sometimes aaaa

what a concrete mess we live in by goinghost - basic summary? lup texts the wrong number and talks with barry instead of taako. it's sweet, it's funny, it's a mess, it is exactly the right blupjeans vibe. i can't overstate how good this one is, i love it to bits and pieces!!! i wanna print out this fic and eat it, it's so good

i hope this helps!!! im sure there's plenty more out there but this is what i could find in my bookmarks that's solely blupjeans-centric :O!!