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Found out yesterday that one of my friends had never been in a lake before???
I told her we were gonna go to the crystal store and then the lake and she was genuinely confused when I picked her up and we were in bathing suits.
“I thought we were just gonna look at the lake”
WHAT DO YOU THINK THE GIANT RAFT (12 feet long, fits 6 people, has cup holders, a cooler, and sun shade) IS FOR???
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30 days of Harvest Moon day 23 - wedding / rhythm
these are the genders apparently i don’t make the rules (natsume and xseed rock makes the rules)
#30 days of harvest moon#my art#pssst. these were all translating the same word in japanese…#it has different ‘connotations’ when used towards a woman which is probably why natsume went with ‘babe’ for anwl#based on that ed elric meme because he and rock share very superficial similarities#rock is larry butz if he was bi and no one wanted him#sos awl#bokumono#story of seasons#harvest moon a wonderful life#harvest moon#hm awl#hm anwl#story of seasons a wonderful life#rock tumbling (sos)#harvest moon another wonderful life#rock (awl)#fanart#art#marlin (awl)#matthew (awl)#molly (awl)#nami (awl)#muffy (awl)#hmanwl#awl pony#mark (awl)#muffy x pony#nami x maya#matthew x shion
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If I had a nickel for every time I accidentally wrote a few thousand words of Arthur Pendragon x Finding Nemo’s dad, I’d have two nickels.
Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.
Grammarly hates me. I quit.
#marlin finding nemo#arthur pendragon#merlin#bbc merlin#i don’t know how to tag this#shit post#merthur#sort of#ao3 fanfic#if i had a nickel#why am i like this#i’m too tired for this#autocorrect#i quit#A’s and e’s don’t exist anymore#is merlin even a real word?#this is why I don’t have a beta reader#I’d feel bad for making them put up with my shit#I just wrote 3 and a half chapters of king x fish#but hey at least it wasn’t 12k words this time.#fucking hell
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controversial statement but finding nemo has what the dreamer trilogy wishes it had. marlin and nemo could do tdt but declan and matthew could never do fn, i'm just saying.
#and what i mean by this#is that the climax of finding nemo wasn't about marlin finding out that nemo wasn't dead like he thought#it wasn't about finding him it was about mending their relationship#the climax of the story is AFTER they find each other again#when marlin showcases personal growth and demonstrates that he's come to respect his son as a person where he did not before#when he lets go of his destructive overprotective controlling dehumanizing (so to speak) style of parenting#and affords nemo the autonomy to make his own choices and the respect to believe that he can achieve things regardless of his disability#THAT IS WHAT DECLAN & MATTHEW SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN IN GREYWAREN#i feel like they got up to the ''you think you can do these things but you just can't nemo!!'' and ''i hate you.....'' part of the narrativ#and then declan shot up the fairy market and matthew hitchhiked home and they hugged it out and were fine again without another word#l i k e#i'm sorry but finding nemo did not go this hard on the same arc for greywaren to whiff it like that#Declan Lynch#Matthew Lynch#TRC#TDT#tags by me
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#art#design#luxury#model#words to live by#highlights#philadephia phillies#Grand slam#A Ok#miami marlins#home run#aura#vibe#MLB#Baseball#bryson stott#NLWC
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one day this almost 80k words thg ocs fic will be posted on ao3 and you will all have the trajectory of your lives changed
#it's almost 80k words Now. but keep in mind fluffy and i are on night 1 of the games#posting this because i was thinking about marlin and berna and how sad they make me#pia.txt
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The older I get the more and more glad I am that I don't give a shit about internet problems anymore (I say with my fists fucking balled)
#Marlinisms#Vent tw#This is about the 'pathologizing your symptoms' post btw#I genuinely think that's an awful post with extremely ableist underlying rhetoric#But also the amount of takes that are like 'NO WE DON'T HAVE TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!!!! FUCK YOU OP!!!' is so dire#Yes take responsibility for your actions. Yes if someone is hurt you should apologize and fix things.#YES everyone is capable of harm and it's unbelievably important to at least mitigate the amount of harm you can do.#No people do not always control their reactions to things. No people cannot always fix this.#Also what's healthy in one relationship is miserable in another.#That and how worded to be a fucking spike pit trap for severely disabled + morally anxious people it is#I need to get outside more I literally have not been able to stop thinking about this post since I saw it
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Does anyone else say ES-CAUP-AY like Dory from Finding Nemo every time they see or hear the word escape?
#finding nemo#dory#es-caup-ay#escape#its funny jts spelled just like the word escape#marlin and dory#p sherman 42 wallaby way sydney
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watching people get excited about bg3 is so fucking funny to me actually because I don’t know anything about video games and wouldn’t know this even existed if it wasn’t for everyone freaking out. however.
I do know way too much about dnd. I feel like I’m in Mexico but I only speak Portuguese
#ITS RIGHT THERE. I KNOW THE WORDS I JUST#marlin voice: THEYRE TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING I JUST KNOW IT#ooc.#sorry but this is so funny to me and I keep being tempted to mention my dnd ocs but like#it’s not QUITE compatible#idk idk. anyway I’m gonna catch up on the dash some more and then get food and then maybe writing?#HERES HOPING
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Every time someone calls a character being normal protective "overprotective" i lose a brain cell. i need to you guys to learn what the "Over" means in "overprotective" because you think it's a cute little fun character quirk instead of a flaw that usually acts as hindrance to one characters freedom and privacy in favor of another characters control and fear.
#text#a character being protective? normal! people want to protect the people they care about!#overprotective? it means they are overbearing to the point of it hindering another person#they are overdoing it. it isn't healthy for someone to be over protective because it usually harms the party they are trying to protect#by taking away said parties freedom under the guise of 'keeping them safe' to an extreme degree#thats why ppl hate overprotective parents who often can end up becoming super controlling of their children#or they can make their kids dependent on them because they refuse to let a kid learn any life lessons for fear of them being hurt#it can turn into something toxic really quickly if not kept in check so it's not the cute quirky character trait y'all act like it is#tbh it's not that big of a deal but also it's just one of those overused words to the point the meaning has been lost on ppl#tbh overprotectiveness i think can be a super interesting character flaw#like look at finding nemo for instance thats the main film with an overprotective parent almost everyones seen#Marlin's whole flaw is that he's too over protective of nemo which causes nemo to act out in ways to try and prove himself#which marlin needs to learn to trust nemo more and allow the kid to live and thrive without marlin breathing down his neck#i have a lot of thoughts abt this sorry
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This turned out Amazing 🤭💖✨✨✨
Many thanks to you and your fellow VAs for bringing my little animatic to life with your talents! I can’t tell you how much this means to me~
This is a dub of @demi-pixellated animatic, thank you Demi for letting me dub it! I’ve been a huge fan of Harvest Moon for years and I thought this animatic was adorable! I’m also a voice actress of 3 years so I wanted to give it ago; this will also be up on YouTube and Instagram later. I’ll update with links when I post it
YouTube:
Instagram:
Special thank you to my other VA’s too; I voiced Pony but I can’t do make voices so I definitely needed their help haha
Marlin: ColdieVA
-YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCI3Eml4Tp_kUsuPHdaZ4eNw
-CCC: https://www.castingcall.club/coldfire0099
Van: Jsaking11
-Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCdDutqhUEsY3jWbSDGOq08w
-CCC: https://www.castingcall.club/jsaking11
Takakura: Sam Why
-CCC: https://www.castingcall.club/sam-why-sounds
#Harvest Moon#Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life#HM:AWL#Marlin#Pony#Storyboarding#Damn you got me teary eyed in the office today this was wonderfully done🥺💞💞#seriously brought my whole day up#i have no words -- just incredible work!!
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I got one morsel of warm weather last week and now all I can think about it summer.
So tag game, what does summer feel/sound/look like to you?
For me it’s long work days, getting Thai food for lunch, napping in the wheelhouse and sticking to the vinyl cover on the cot.
Tyler’s captain, I stocked the freezer on the boat with ice cream and bought the good coffee- there’s a steady supply of honey wheat pretzels and trail mix for our snacking requirements.
Cycling to work instead of driving, keeping a fishing pole on the boat for between trips and at the end of the night. Bathing suit in my work bag and jumping off the stern after work.
Spending my days off cooking in the sun on the lake with my best friend, cooler tied to the floaty and stocked with seltzers.
Bottles of tanning oil in every bag I own so I’m always prepared.
Living off of fresh fish and summer vegetables and loving every second of it.
@snowy-graveyard @chrisknightsbf @neothegayturtle
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It’s All Written Down [Part 1]
Hobie Brown x Spidey!F!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Miguel being a prick, protective Hobie
—> [Part 2]
Summary: Due to your silent nature, you haven’t been the best at bonding with people. Miguel and Jess decided to give you a chance due to your skills. But as time passes, and the only person you warm up to is Hobie, Miguel’s patience grows thin and he decides to hold a meeting, without you, to make the call that you can’t be a part of the team anymore. You end up overhearing them and decide to make it easier by just listening to Miguel… and leaving.
Hobie should’ve known something was off when you weren’t at the meeting. He thought you might be late but even that was a stretch knowing you. It seemed that he was the only one who really knew you, no one else picking up on your disappearance.
You’d always been a ‘lone wolf’ of sorts… not because you wanted to be, but because you weren’t the type to really approach people, or even open up to them. You’d always learned that being quiet kept you out of trouble, it also kept you out of people’s hair.
Hobie picked up on it the moment you joined, you hadn’t taken your mask off once the day you arrived, it immediately intrigued him. He ended up commenting “love that anti-establishment vibe ya got, all going against the grain by not showing your face to these A tier strangers. I like it” you only gave a small nod, that was all it took for him to become fascinated by you.
He’d run up to you whenever he saw you at HQ, rambling on about his most recent demonstration or performance. He didn’t expect a response, rather liking how you’d only nod your head or let out short laughs when he cracked a joke. “Nah, I can only tell you this stuff, seeing as Miguel would get all on my ass bout it” when he hears your soft laugh he grins.
“Was that a laugh? Eh?” When you ignore him, and glance away he just pokes at your arm. “I know ya got your mask on but I can tell you’re grinnin” you try to nudge him away playfully, “you can’t tell nothing” but he continues to poke at you before throwing his arm around your shoulder. “I can read you like a book” He was right, you were smiling… the fact that he knew only made you smile more.
You’d have never expected Hobie to be so warm to you. Your silent and curt nature often pushed others away, thinking you were narcissistic or self-centered, or even just straight up strange. But not Hobie, he’d welcomed you with open arms, not trying to change you, or make fun of you. He made you feel safe.
After the first month, you began to spend more nights in Hobie’s dimension, killing time together, simply enjoying each others company. And one day, as you both decided to knock out for the night, you took off you mask right in front of him. Freezing immediately as you did. He hadn’t seen your face yet, no one in the team had.
When you began to stay over, he had made you a little sign to put on the door handle of his guest room which read “Mask off, so fuck off”. It made you giggle when he gave it to you and he just shrugged. “Wanna make you feel comfortable Briney Marlin, especially if you plan on crashing here more often” you found the act endearing.
“Briney Marlin?” You tilt your head and he just smiles at you. “It’s cockney love. For darlin’… is it alright if I call you that?” You think for a moment but nod “I don’t mind Marlin” and from then on that was his little nickname for you, you liked it cause it was unique… and cause it was from him.
But now, there you stood, mask in hands, eyes looking down at it. You look at Hobie’s figure lying on his bed with wide eyes, his eyes still focused on the guitar in his lap, he wasn’t even looking at you. You don’t speak, so he does. “I haven’t seen a thing yet Marlin… you can still put it back on” those words warmed your heart, you pause for a moment, thinking over his offer, but decide otherwise, shaking your head slightly and smiling.
“No. That’s alright” at those words he looks up at you, his eyes focusing on your features, he then gives you a reassuring smile. “Well aren’t you just ravishing love” he said it in a tone which made your face heat, but there was still a platonic nature to it. Letting you know that he wasn’t going to make a big fuss over this.
After that, you never wore your mask in Hobie’s place, enjoying that it was only in his company that you feel comfortable enough to do it. Over the three months you’ve been with the team, you bonded the most with Hobie, you became practically inseparable at HQ and the more comfortable you got with him, you slowly became more comfortable with the others.
You did a lot of missions together, getting to know the team more, specifically Gwen and Pavitr, seeing as they both knew Hobie in a similar way you did. Although, it did warm your heart how often Hobie would choose to walk with you, even if it was just to ramble to you about his life.
However you still didn’t open up to them about your life outside of your spider-persona. They didn’t seem to have any problems with you, just happy to hear your voice more and seeing you become more confident in taking action during the missions. You really didn’t think there were any problems with your secrecy.
That was… until todays meeting. You were at Hobie’s place, fidgeting with a small tennis ball he kept somewhere among the mess of clothes, stolen gadgets, and music gear. You had no clue where he was, you hadn’t gotten any info about a meeting at HQ and just thought he was out. Even though he usually told you when he was.
Back at HQ, everyone stood around waiting until Miguel finally walked in. “Perfect. Everyone’s here” he says before standing at the front, hands on his hips. Before he can begin, Hobie speaks up. “Oi, wait a sec, Marlin isn’t here, I’ll call her over” he goes to pull out his phone but stops when Miguel speaks “No. She’s not a part of this meeting”
Everyone looks at Miguel now, brows furrowed before exchanging glances with one another. “What d’you mean by that?” Hobie tried to hide his growing unease, not liking the tense mood shift in the air. Miguel just lets out a long breath, Jess butting in with a hushed voice. “Told you they aren’t gonna like this…”
“They don’t even know what ‘this’ is” Miguel retorts back. Hobie then steps forward, closer to the front, closer to Miguel. “And I already don’t like it… seeing as it doesn’t involve our lil Marlin” Miguel brings a hand up, rubbing his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Just hear me out. Then we’ll discuss it.” At that Hobie just nods as a sign for him to explain. The others moving in closer, curiosity growing as more silence fills the room.
You sigh, checking the time again, feeling as if it was passing slower. You sit up on the bed, tapping your fingers on the bedsheets impatiently. You finally stand up and decide to look for Hobie. “Maybe he got hung up at HQ…” you think to yourself, using your watch gizmo to open up a portal to it. Stepping through it.
As you walk through HQ, greeting a few other spider-people with a kind nod or short wave. You ask a few of them if they’ve seen Hobie. Most of them shake their heads before one finally points to the main room where Miguel usually is. You thank them then continue walking.
As you walk closer to the main room, you hear raised voices, quieting your footsteps. “That’s not fair to her Miguel!” Gwen’s voice sounds frustrated, and you can then hear Miguel’s stern one. “It’s the best move for everyone. You can’t deny her lack of communication skills” your brows furrow as you begin to wonder why you weren’t invited to this meeting.
“Doesn’t make her any less valuable” your ears perk up at Hobie’s voice. You’ve never heard him talk like this, his tone serious and hostile, as you peeked your head around you saw his expression was full of rage. “I’m sorry Hobie but your ‘Marlin’ just isn’t fit for this work” that’s when you step back in shock, realizing they were talking about you.
“What, just because she doesn’t like to run her mouth?” You watch as Miles also steps in, feeling your heart warm at everyone standing up for you. Peter then tries to calm everyone down with a soft voice “Miguel just listen to them… you can’t make such a rash decision for her. I’m guessing she doesn’t even know about this?” Miguel’s silence tells him everything he needs to know.
“That sounds about right. You’re being a right prick… and you don’t even seem apologetic for it!” Hobie raises his voice which causes everyone to look at him, shocked. Expect Miguel, whose expression only becomes more stern as he tilts his head up looking down at the Brit.
“You’re right, I’m not. But don’t worry, she’ll get a choice… either she does solo missions or she leaves” you take another step back, fully grasping the situation. The voices of the others begin to fade out as you start to get caught up in your thoughts.
“Miguel you can’t put that much on her… she only joined 3 months ago, you really think she’ll manage on her own?” Peter speaks with his voice laced in concern, Miguel looks at him, expression reading indifference. “That’s up to her. Do you think she’ll manage on her own?”
Everyone goes silent. Not because they don’t think you’re capable, but because they don’t know how to respond. That is until Hobie speaks up. “She’d manage just fine, but we both know she’s built to work in a team, solo missions are too much pressure” Miguel then shrugs and simply says “Well… then maybe she should choose option two”
Those are the final words you hear before you decide to run off, opening a portal back to Hobie’s apartment. You jump through and then stumble before sitting down on the bed. You try to control your breathing, feeling as if your heart was beating out of your chest. You take off your mask, hoping it would help.
‘Maybe she should choose option two…’ Miguel’s words ring in your mind. As much as you wanted to deny it, you thought he was right. You weren’t ready to work solo, the idea of trying to contain an anomaly all by yourself? You weren’t ready for that. You realize that this is exactly what Miguel wanted…
He knew you wouldn’t be ready to complete missions by yourself, so he gave you only one other option. To leave. You quickly search the room, finding a pen and paper and began to write something down. Trying to find the right words… the right way to say goodbye. To you, the only thing that was worse then this, would be saying goodbye to Hobie’s face.
Hobie stood face to face with Miguel, their foreheads practically touching, the others swear sparks could be seen between their heads. “Back down you old Geezer…” Hobie smirked as he spoke, wanting to get under Miguel’s skin. He knew he succeeded as he watches him bare his teeth as a low growl can be heard in his throat.
That’s when Peter steps in, putting both his hands on Miguel’s chest, meanwhile Pavitr begins to pull Hobie away as well. “Both of you… relax. This decision isn’t even final until we talk to her about it. I’m sure we’ll figure something out” his tone is calm but cautious, not wanting to upset either of them.
Gwen nods in agreement. Pavitr gently pats Hobie’s shoulder trying to get him to calm down. Hobie then shrugs off Pavitr’s touch, and then puts his hands in his pockets. “You were never on her side…” he scowls towards Miguel before walking off. Ignoring the calls of his friends from behind him.
He opens up a portal back to his place, feeling his body relax slightly as he steps through. He places his guitar against the wall and looks around. “Marlin? Ya there?” He calls out to you, but hears nothing. He throws his mask onto his bed, his brows furrow as he spots a note next to where it landed.
He picks it up and immediately recognizes your hand writing, he feels his breath catch in his throat as he begins to read it. He slowly moves to sit down on the bed, gripping the note tighter the more he reads.
Dear Hobie,
I choose option two. I hope you’re not mad at me… I can’t bear the idea of you remembering me in anger. I just couldn’t tell you this to your face. I went looking for you and then overheard your meeting with the others… I understand why you guys didn’t invite me. I’m not fit to be a part of this team. You’re the only one I really trust, the only person who I comfortable enough with to drop my spider-persona around… I can’t thank you enough for that. Please don’t look for me, I did what I had to do, but couldn’t leave without finding some way of saying goodbye. So here’s it is… all written down. Goodbye Hobie… I’ll miss you.
Your Marlin.
Once he read it all he curses under his breathe, then notices your watch next to him on the bed. He picks it up, recognizing the small customizations you both put on the band together. The way it matched his own. It made him smile at the memory but then he felt grief all over again.
He grabs his mask, putting it on hastily before pocketing both the note and your watch. “Where did you go Marlin… you’re not leaving me that easily” he jumps out of his window and swings off into the night.
#konigenblobbity#fanfiction#fanfic#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown#hobie x reader#spider man: across the spider verse#across the spiderverse fanfic#across the spiderverse hobie#hobie spiderverse
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game changer (national league)
MLB catcher!Frankie Morales x F!Reader
summary: it’s your boyfriend’s first big game on his new team & you can’t wait to see what fun the match holds for you and your favorite player
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, baseball AU, light use of gendered language, good cozy fluff, lovesick & sweet!Frankie, competency kink, smutty thoughts, spicy themes, light mask & outfit kink, car sex, heavy making out, oral (f receiving), allusion to p in v, eventual!husband Frankie, lots of baseball talk
word count: 2.9k
a/n: yeah didn’t think I’d ever make a new baseball story for another Pedro boy but I’m on that World Series championship celebration high so here we are LMAO, thanks to @tonysopranosrobe my darling for always dealing with my sports ass (ily forever Han) & to @jolapeno for always being the best Frankie enabler i could ever scream with (I adore you Jo) - and to anyone who decides to read please know I appreciate you thank you so much ♡
This is Frankie’s first season catching as a Los Angeles Dodger. You thought he’d be playing for Miami until he eventually retired. But baseball is still a strange sport, an almost chaotic rush of chess at times with pieces switching all around.
“A team still wants me even when I’m about to turn thirty nine. So fuck, yeah I’ll take it.” Frankie had joked then, but you knew, even for his age, he’s considered one of the league’s best veteran players.
Then before the trade was finalized, Frankie sat you down and told you he might be moving to LA.
“This means…we really might not be seeing each other as often.” He muttered. “But I can maybe try to see if Tampa can be an option.”
He was willing to find a way to stay in Florida for you. Even though you were a bit heartbroken he was leaving, you couldn’t let him pass up on this amazing deal and new opportunity.
The gentle cooling California breeze now flutters all around. You won’t be able to make many trips out here often, but you wanted to at least be here for the first home game to support your favorite baseball player.
You first were introduced to Frankie at your best friend cookout. You had met her cousins Benny and his brother Will before. You were instead being introduced to all their friends, including the very handsome Santiago who insisted you call him Pope.
However, it was Frankie who stole your heart that day.
You and him had accidentally walked into each other, causing your drink to spill on him. Frantic, and so embarrassingly apologetic, you immediately went to wipe away your mess.
“I gotta admit… I’ve been trying to work up the confidence to talk to you. Guess the universe helped me out a bit.” Frankie had shyly said, and his words sent your heart fluttering.
It was an effortlessly sweet introduction after that, filled with easy small talk. When you asked what he did for work, Frankie explained he worked at the stadium for the Miami Marlins.
“Oh that’s cool!” You had said bright, but Benny just as bright yelled out -
“It’s cause he fucking plays there!”
Frankie had blushed furious, cussing angrily in Spanish at Benny. But what Benny said was true.
Frankie, very humbled and almost embarrassed, confirmed he did in fact play for the Marlins.
“But I’m just a water boy.” He added with a boyish grin.
“He’s a fucking liar! He’s one of the league’s best catchers!” Pope had then yelled proud.
You became friends with Frankie that day, but you also quickly learned about Francisco Morales.
Professional Major League Baseball player Francisco Morales.
That very first day you met Frankie your knowledge of baseball was bare bones.
Now, as his girlfriend, he jokes how hot it is hearing you talk about the game with him or anyone else.
It’s how you’re able to mingle with the others in the large friends and family suite for the team now. The food of course is delicious, and everyone warmly welcomes you. But you want to be by the action when the game starts.
You need to be near your guy.
Frankie’s job as a catcher has him sitting behind home plate.
A catcher is an intense position. They’re the one person during the game that has full eyes on the field. They alone protect home plate and sometimes call pitches for the pitcher to throw. The catcher is even argued to be the commander of the field. Catchers need to be solid, almost a rock like foundation for their team.
“I only started playing catcher in high school ‘cause our team’s catcher got suspended, and they needed someone, so I just did it.” Frankie had told you with a shrug.
To you though, Frankie seemed born to be a catcher.
Even as quietly warm and playful your Frankie can be, he holds a stead quiet diligence. Always watching, protective of those he cares for. He’s hardworking and incredibly resilient.
However, there was a joke you read about catchers being stubborn because what person willingly and stubbornly sits in the same position game after game. You can greatly agree to the hidden stubborn streak Frankie holds, like stubbornly telling you he was going to fix your ceiling fan and then getting pissy when you had Benny simply do it for you.
But stubborn or not, Frankie has been the most perfect and openly communicative partner. Even with the long distance between you and him, he has always been a phone call away. He even stepped away from a pregame warm up when you called him crying and upset.
Your heart tries not to burst just thinking about him.
Then you catch a glimpse of him sliding his protective mask on, and your throat gets dry.
The first time you went to a game and witnessed Frankie in full catcher mode, you almost didn’t think it was him. The mask covered his face most of the time and the gear almost made him seem bigger.
It’s been many games since that first match, yet he still takes your breath away.
The mask covers most of his face, but you can still catch peaks of him. It does something to you knowing it’s him beneath it.
Now he takes the field in his new lovely blue catcher’s gear.
The chest guard extenuates his broad shoulders and strong chest. And if you thought baseball pants did amazing things for men’s legs and butts, the catcher’s leg guards highlight Frankie’s gloriously thick thighs and study legs.
Pride absolutely courses through you watching him behind the plate and warming up with the dodger’s pitcher.
“Come on, catfish!” Someone from the crowd even yells his famous nickname, and your lips twitch fondly.
With your Morales jersey on, you cheer loud and exhilarated when the game starts.
Frankie is unwavering behind the plate, rarely letting any wild pitch get past him. He earns the love of his new team fast.
Especially when he goes up to bat.
The walk up song he picked to play in the stadium is Led Zeppelin’s Black Dog, and the crowd cheers electrified when it booms loud over the speakers.
As hot as Frankie looks in his catcher’s gear, seeing him in the base uniform, with his batter’s helmet on, working on his swing just amplifies the strength of his shoulder and amazing arms - you’re in awe of how absolutely gorgeous he is.
He ends up striking out, but you still cheer loud and with reassurance.
“Looking good, Morales!” You even scream, and you swear you see his lips twitch fighting a grin.
The Cardinals take the lead fast with two runs. The game becomes a slow claw to catch up. By the fifth the score hasn’t changed with St. Louis leading. But then the bats get hot and the dodgers manage to get on the board to tie.
The game heads to the bottom of the eight inning and the atmosphere dances electrified with the hope of a chance.
Eventually two players get on base with two outs, a very dangerous situation.
And Frankie goes up to bat.
You along with the rest of your section close by the field stand to cheer him and the rest of the team on.
This is a chance to score.
The first pitch comes too high.
The second speeds in, a sharp inside pitch that has Frankie swinging a strike.
It stings, but it’s a good swing. Plus there’s still time, more pitches. You reassuringly rally behind Frankie hoping just an inch of your words reach him among the buzz of the game.
The pitcher throws the next pitch, a wild breaking ball.
Frankie swings. The bat hits the ball with a rattling whack sending it zooming right along the first base line.
The stadium erupts wild. You scream watching Frankie run to first then watching a player run in, scoring the run. Francisco’s hit brought in the lead.
Your favorite player now on first base screams jubilant and punches the air elated.
The excitement of seeing Frankie bring the run in, seeing him so exuberant…it’s a moment coated in a glimmering confetti that cements into your soul.
The start of the ninth inning comes, and Frankie emerges behind the plate, your armored hero.
If the Dodgers manage to hold the Cardinals, they’ll win.
Each pitch, each play, has you on the edge of your seat.
At one point the batter for St. Louis hits a foul ball. Frankie flips off his mask, allowing for sight to catch the ball.
Of course the ball soared over the net into the stands unable for him to maybe catch it. But without his catcher mask on, you’re rewarded a glimpse of his gorgeous face.
Frankie’s traditional catcher’s helmet keeps his hair flat, hidden, but it highlights his strong features, that beautiful nose of his and his perfectly classic scruffy Frankie beard.
Then seeing him covered in sweat, your mind can’t help but flash to images of him in bed sweaty, his face blissed out and panting. Your mouth waters just thinking about your tongue dragging across his sweaty neck and tasting the salt of him-
You immediately snap yourself of the too heated thoughts when the crowd yells upset at a bad call.
With a runner on base now and two outs, the tension piles on as dread trickles in.
Soon enough the cardinal’s batter makes a solid hit. The ball gets fired up high in the air.
Then center field rushes in and catches the ball.
Game over.
Dodgers win.
The stadium overflows with excited pride, and you happily embrace the atmosphere in all its warmth.
You don’t move from your spot, too hypnotized by Frankie who beams with the brightest smile while he celebrates with his new teammates.
You feel prouder than ever to wear his jersey.
The third baseman's wife, who you clicked with earlier, brightly tells you to follow her so she can show you to the locker room. You readily go.
Excitement electrifies every inch of the place. Even though you feel slightly awkward being here for the first time, no one seems to pay you attention.
Until you hear someone shout your name.
When you turn to spot Frankie, he's in gear looking intimidating and sexy wearing his chest guard and protective leg gear. Heading down from the dugout, your catcher rushes over to you. Like a magnet, almost like sensing a tug at your soul, you instantly move towards him.
Frankie collides into you solid, all encompassing as he gathers you into your arms squeezing you tight.
“You need to get out of your gear, Morales!” You laugh.
“It’s fine. Bebita, you’re gonna have to keep coming to the games now. I’ve told ya, you’re my good luck charm.” Frankie’s voice sounds like the bright sun from today’s game still shines brilliantly in it.
You hug him back, spilling nothing but praise.
“You were amazing! I’m so proud of you!” You gush.
You’re already thinking of how to celebrate.
“Marry me.” Frankie says simply that you think you maybe misheard him.
“Frankie honey, what?” Curiosity has you about pulling away from his grasp. Instead Frankie clutches onto you even more.
He says your name. “I…fuck I don’t have the ring with me here, and I know just sprang this up but-“
“You wanna marry me?” Your voice wavers, cutting him off.
You and him have talked about the future, a tentative slow swim treading the possible waters. Frankie’s mentioned buying an apartment together. He’s made the joke, lightly teasing, about you one day becoming a baseball wife.
You had held onto all these small edges of hope. It now all unfurls beautifully overwhelming.
“Yeah baby, but only if you’ll have me.” Frankie nods, his voice thick as he finally draws back out of your arms to get down on one knee.
You wonder if this is a dream you’ve slipped into.
Asking this still in uniform is so Frankie, and your eyes spill over with tears. You nod yes, and your favorite baseball catcher springs to life bolting up to kiss you.
You forgot you’re still in a very open and public setting until all the gasps and excited claps fill the space.
Taking it all in stride you warmly laugh it off letting Frankie hold you close to his side. His eyes even shimmer, precious earth stones.
The evening feels soaked in joy like a beautiful watercolor dream.
You urge your favorite baseball player to go eat dinner with his team, celebrate. But he leans down to whisper in your ear -
“I wanna eat my fiancée’s pussy for dinner.”
Your knees almost give out that second.
Frankie and you barely make it to his truck before he’s drawing you into the backseat, clawing at you, frantically. And you’re just as bad.
You want him inside you. But as promised, Frankie maneuvers you to sit up for him to crawl between your legs. The position is cramped, but you could care less.
Your sweet Frankie, who normally loves to take his time, tear you apart with the most focused and patient ease, now is replaced by a man wild who grips your thighs so tight and laps at your clit messy. You come ridiculously fast on his skilled fingers and feverish tongue feasting on you.
You whine unbearably needy for him, can't go on anymore without him inside of you.
Frankie shifts to sit on the back seat and keep you close while you slide on top of his cock. His stretch in you rips a fire up your spine and you moan as your eyes close.
“Mi amor, my future wife.” Frankie’s voice fills the heated sweaty space with a gilded reverence, and you scramble to kiss him.
Your future husband.
You were slightly worrie about Frankie being tried from his game, but the way he frantically fucks up into you reminds you of a man compeltely possessed. His hands grab you as if he’s worried you’ll float away.
“God, I fucking love you…gonna marry you,” Frankie mumbles, pussy drunk.
You feel just as drunk and reborn as he does, melting into this love.
Your climax knocks you breathless, a blazing star, and Frankie is not far behind.
You don’t move off him and with the way his arms tighten around you, he’s alright with you staying simply close to him as possible.
“You said you had a ring?” You ask tentatively, running your fingers through his hair.
“Yeah,” Frankie chuckles. “Bought it the day after you face timed me about that cute dog you saw at the store.”
That was a year ago. Your heart feels like it’s blooming a new world right in your chest, and you curl closer into him.
“Thought about proposing to you when I picked you up at the airport yesterday, but you were so tired baby.” He softly says, his hands a warm cocoon around you.
“And today…fuck seeing you cheering in the stands, hearing you. It just got me to more.”
Curiously, you ask what he means.
Frankie, confident as he is on the field, is still so shy, especially now as he burrows his face into your shoulder.
“I mean…I just want to see you at every game. Wanna come home to you. Then just thinking about that, and seeing you wearing my jersey, maybe having it as your last name-”
You rush to kiss him quickly, overtaken by so much adoration and love for this man. The thought had come once, or twice, about being a Morales yourself. You even tell him that.
“Yeah, you ready to be mine officially?” His voice drops low and silky.
You nod moving to kiss his cheek, then rest your face against his.
A soft moment passes while his warm hands rub against every inch of you he can reach.
“Know it’s still early to even talk about wedding shit or living arrangements, but just wanna take care of you, that’s all.” Frankie says firm. “I’ve joked about it but… you could quit your job tomorrow, move out here this weekend, and I’d be fucking over the moon. But I also want you to have your own path too.”
You think of Frankie, your stable ever loving and giving Francisco. His heart shines beautiful right here, right now. It’s like a live wire dances on your skin. Everything still feels intense. Maybe the sensation and rawness of becoming engaged has your mind feeling deliciously fuzzy.
“Just want you Frankie, that’s all.” You breathe those words letting them sink past your bones.
You softly kiss him, love sick syrupy drunk again.
It’s a promise to talk about this more later, about the possibility of living among the California weather with your future husband, it’s a dream you want to soak in.
But it summons up another dream, a sticky hot desire that crawls its way up.
“You remember that fantasy I told you about?” So dazed and in love, your thoughts slip out.
Frankie groans clutching onto you tighter.
“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” he sighs. “Trying to fuck me in my gear, before a game.”
“Yeah but that was before when I was just your girlfriend.” You coo already feeling your body slowly roll against him.
“As your wife maybe I could-”
Frankie swiftly cuts you off, kissing you so fast that it rattles your bones, and it’s beautiful.
You laugh feeling like maybe you’re the one who truly won tonight.
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Closer than anticipated
(Spencer Reid x Reader)
Summary: You and Spencer visit the unsub's suspected place of hiding to investigate, but his unexpected return forces the both of you into a cramped closet. The forced proximity then leads to an...accident.
Content: mentions of arousal, descriptions of murder
Word count: 1,247
a/n: I heavily imagined early seasons Reid for this one (specifically s2) Also this is heavily inspired from that one scene in teen wolf.
The clock's slender hands couldn't have been moving any slower, and the BAU's members couldn't have been more stiff with tension and anxiety.
The team had decided to send you and Spencer to Cedric Marlin's hideout, since you were both the BAU's most observant members, and the team needed every last bit of evidence to finally catch the criminal. He was the prolific eye-gouging unsub that the BAU was finally able to zero-in on after months of meticulous investigation. The team didn't want to make any arrests just yet, since they wanted a solid case, so you and Spencer were in charge of gathering as much evidence as you can.
The parameter was under surveillance by your fellow team members, and you and Spencer were treading lightly, slowly preparing yourself for whatever was inside this man's place.
You entered the premises, Spencer cautiously following suit. You immediately noticed that the house was dingy and damp, suiting its inhabitant. The stench of what you could only assume was rotting human flesh wafted throughout the house, causing both you and Spencer to physically recoil.
"We'll definitely find all the incriminating evidence we need in here." Spencer started making his way down the hallway, following the increasingly strong stench. He stopped at the entrance of the last room on the left and adjusted his glasses, mouth agape with a mixture of curiosity and shock.
You caught up to him, only to eventually mimic his reaction yourself.
"This must be where he keeps all his souvenirs." He inched closer to the stacked mason jars, filled with a preserving liquid and what you both concluded were the eyeballs of his unfortunate victims.
"unmatched depravity..." Spencer walked around the room in an attempt to find more evidence.
"Anything catch your eye?" You raised an eyebrow at him.
"Ha Ha." He sarcastically chuckled, a playful smile sneaking up on his face afterwards.
The investigation felt like a twisted game, each time one of you found a piece of evidence, the other would somehow find something to one-up the previous discovery in terms of depravity.
After what seemed to be hours of probing into this psychopath's lair, you and Spencer figured that you'd gotten everything you needed, and were about to head out. Just then, the sound of a cacophonous creak in the door sent a quick chill through both your spines. You knew it wasn't any of your teammates, since they wouldn't break protocol like that, and they didn't need to.
If there's anything this line of work has taught you, it's to always assume the worst case scenario. You were a realist, this was no gust of wind. It was him, and you both knew it.
You slowly craned your neck to Spencer, who appeared just as perplexed as you were. His mouth was agape and by the calculative look on his face, his mind was probably running at about a thousand thoughts per minute, trying to figure out a way to get both of you out of this mess unscathed.
You stealthily maneuvered around the room to get a proper perspective on the unsub, and Spencer was right behind you, his calm breath landing near your ear.
He slinged his plastic bag, that you did not want to know the contents of, on the kitchen counter. He had a leather eyepatch covering his left eye, and his clothes were covered in grime and reeked of filth.
Much to your horror, the unsub started making his way towards your location, and you needed to think fast if you didn't want your eye sockets to be what remains in your casket.
"We need to find somewhere to hide before he gets any closer." You faced spencer and slowly started backing away, a worrisome expression on your face. Spencer nodded and carefully followed suit.
You frantically looked around, knowing that the time you had to spare was decreasing by the millisecond. Finally, your eyes landed on a small closet near the corner of the room. The door looked like it was on it's last leg, but beggars can't be choosers. You quickly held Spencer by the wrist, yanking him forward. Both of you then squeezed into the cramped closet, and were facing each other. Neither of you dared let out a sound.
Spencer didn't seem all that uncomfortable, but you still tried to maintain as much space between the two of you, since you knew how he felt about physical touch.
Through the cracks of the closet door, Spencer saw the unsub pack a larger ice pick than what he usually used to disfigure his victims, and a bunch of other weapons. "This is a drastic change in MO, he's either evolving or this is his endgame..." you tried to fully process what he just said as you nodded in agreement, but the proximity was simply too distracting. However, you admired how observant he was even in times of stress.
A few minutes passed as the two of you were observing the unsub, just then, you felt something relatively hard poking you, and as the realization that Spencer had an erection dawned upon you, you felt the color leave your face.
You slowly lifted your face to face Spencer, and it looked like he'd rather be anywhere on earth but here. Even though the confined space was dark, you could tell his flustered face was as red as a tomato, and he was bent on avoiding eye contact.
"I'm...so sorry-" he blurted out.
"It's alright." you interrupted him. You tried to ease the tension by reminding yourself that he had no control over it, but that only did so much. "I'll just turn around." You then shuffled around the very limited space to face the front, with your back to him. At least then, you wouldn't have to face him.
"Uh...that's not helping." You both scratched your heads in frustration and confusion. This was clearly not the time and place for such a bodily reaction and you both knew it, but you couldn't help but get flustered over it as well.
You then realize that the unsub must've been hard of hearing, as there's no way he would've heard all the shuffling and not done a thing if he wasn't.
Just then, you felt your radio device turn on and couldn't be more relieved. It was Hotch trying to get an update, and you readily filled him in. It was only a matter of time before they entered the premises with the S.W.A.T team.
You then heard the door being broken off its rusty hinges, probably courtesy to Morgan, and judging by the altercation near the door, you concluded that the arrest has been made. You then felt yourself letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and pushed open the closet's door, feeling a welcoming, slight breeze of air.
Spencer then reluctantly faced you, his cheeks stained with an adorable shade of pink.
You decided to help him out a bit and break the ice.
"This wasn't how I imagined this investigation would go..." you awkwardly chuckled as you both made your way outside.
"No...me neither." He looked up to the sky, his eyes slightly squinting. He was probably just glad this was all over, for more reasons than one.
You, on the other hand, weren't planning on letting this go that easily, and were definitely planning on taunting him by bringing this incident up in case he ever got smug with you.
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Turmoil at Sea [Yan!Merman x Fem!Reader]
Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, description of violence, I saw a video of orcas hunting and wanted to write something abt it, disturbing content.
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"Marlin."
With a shaky voice, you called out to the merman lurking beneath the dark depths of the water. Your eyes danced wildly along the watery surface, desperately seeking a glimpse of him.
"Please come out. You're scaring me."
On hands and knees, you clung to the meager wooden surface that barely qualified as a makeshift raft, the sole lifeline between you and the vast expanse of the ocean. The survival itself was a stroke of fortune, remnants of a shipwreck etching haunting memories – cannon balls piercing through ship walls, the frantic cries of the crew in a desperate quest for safety.
"Marlin!"
You attempt once more, your voice rising in volume and gaining a sharper edge. Splashes of water collide with the raft, showering your bare ankles. The once elegant gown, worn for your birthday celebration, now serves as your sole source of warmth. Your left thigh is wrapped in makeshift bandages fashioned from scattered scarves found amidst the vast sea. Slowly edging toward the raft's edge, you strained to peer through the dense water veil, only to be met with an impenetrable darkness that revealed nothing but a faint reflection of yourself. With eyes reddened, pallid skin, and hair beginning to knot after enduring two weeks adrift at sea, your physical state mirrored the harshness of your oceanic ordeal. The scent that clung to you was a noxious blend of fish and seaweed, the very sustenance provided by the merman. Surprisingly, you marveled at your resilience, having somehow endured the consumption of raw, uncooked meat without succumbing to its potentially fatal consequences.
Abruptly, a hand emerged from beneath the water, prompting you to swiftly retreat to the safety of the raft's center. The owner of the hand revealed himself to be none other than the merman, Merlin, whose expression conveyed clear disdain. His hand extended, torso flat against the raft's surface, and intense ocean eyes locked onto you.
"..M..Marlin."
He remains unresponsive to the sound of your name, his long blue tails faintly visible as they linger within the water. After a moment of uninterrupted gaze, he finally speaks, his voice flowing like a smooth seam of silk, captivating in its beauty. The sunlight above did little to forsake his beauty; instead, it gracefully highlighted his features, casting an enchanting aura that rendered him majestic, akin to a water nymph.
"Do you truly despise me that much?"
"What..?"
A bitter laugh escapes him as he withdraws his hand, crossing his elbow to rest his chin against his forearm. His dark hair cascades down, lightly sticking to his chin, a subtle dampness lingering. One can't help but marvel at how a being like him manages to thrive in the frigid waters, contemplating the preservation of his skin and hair—unchanged and undamaged, a testament to their enduring beauty.
"You've proven yourself quite clever, manipulating me into scavenging for food. Quite the strategist, aren't you?"
"I do not understand.."
Your brows furrow slightly at his words, perplexed by the notion that you might be using him to scavenge for food. After all, it was he who volunteered to assist you, the one who rescued you from the wreckage and gently placed your body onto the raft. During the night of the celebration, you discerned his presence beneath the water, catching a fleeting glimpse of his exquisite tail. Despite your observation, your crewmates dismissed him as a mere swordfish or dolphin, oblivious to the captivating mystery that lingered beneath the waves.
"You're exploiting me for your survival, only to abandon me once other humans come to your rescue, aren't you?"
"Certainly not! Once I set foot on solid ground, I am determined to find every possible way to express my gratitude for your kindness."
He scoffed at your words, finding your naivety simultaneously endearing and tinged with folly. Your captivating gaze drew him in, becoming the sole reason Marlin chose to rescue you amidst the entire ordeal. Although not inherently fond of humans, he found solace in the radiant brightness and warmth emanating from your eyes—a quality seldom witnessed through the eyes of pirates or the sailors he had encountered along his journey.
"Do you genuinely think fellow humans would permit such a scenario? If anything, they'll likely exploit that pretext as justification to pursue and hunt me down."
You dismiss his words with a subtle shake of your head, lips forming a tight line as you attempt to speak over him, any method to reason with him.
""Don't worry. I'll reassure them that you pose no threat. I can even persuade my father to consider implementing legislation concerning the pursuit of seamen!"
"My dearest human, it's not as straightforward as it may seem. Even if your father possessed the authority to enforce such a rule, do you believe those who exploit my kind for gain would genuinely adhere to it?"
"B..but it truly is!"
"It is not."
""Marlin, if you assist me in finding my way home, I am prepared to fulfill any wish or desire you may have forsaken. I give you my word—I am willing to do anything."
Marlin fixed his gaze upon you, his laughter crackling as if your words were nothing more than a comedic jest. Your face flushed with embarrassment, the dignity befitting a lady tarnished and mocked amidst the vastness of the ocean. After a few moments, Marlin succeeded in stifling his laughter, pressing his head onto the wooden surface of the raft. He pushed himself up, grinning at you once more.
"Given your persistent stance and reluctance to reconsider, it appears you are determined to return to your modest homeland."
He inhales deeply, then eases himself off the raft, submerging more than half of his body in the sea. His head emerges as the sole visible part, and his long, dark hair ripples in the water, reminiscent of the seaweed depicted in the textbooks you frequently borrowed from the library.
"Well. You leave me with no other choice."
He gracefully plunges back into the water, his form seamlessly vanishing into the azure depths. Your fist tightens as you attempt to fathom his intent, but before clarity settles, he emerges near you. His tail propels a considerable amount of water, conjuring a substantial wave that gracefully cascades onto the raft, drenching everything. A surprised yelp escapes you as the water meets your palm, and you swiftly realize you're gradually sliding toward the edge.
You successfully maintain composure for most of the ordeal, believing his juvenile outburst had concluded. However, your apprehensions materialize as you witness him rapidly approaching, his tail propelling him through the water with increased speed. The waves generated this time are more substantial, causing the raft to sway significantly. As the waves hit and water infiltrates beneath the raft, your last semblance of remaining afloat teeters.
It's over.
A second scream escapes your throat as the waves crash around you. The raft, teetering slowly, slips from your grasp, and you plummet into the cold embrace of the ocean. The frigid water engulfs your senses as you struggle to stay afloat, the taste of salt seeping into your mouth and nose, inducing a stinging sensation. Despite the pain, your eyes stay open, but water bubbles cloud your vision, leaving you disoriented in the underwater turmoil.
"[First Name]."
Even as the water filled your ears, a cold hand firmly gripped your torso, preventing you from descending deeper into the ocean's depths. Through your hazed vision, a pair of bright blue eyes and a mop of dark hair came into view, confirming that it was Marlin who held you.
"..N...No..!"
Your attempts to speak result in nothing but muffled cries, your struggle to wriggle free and rise toward the air and sunlight impeded by his unrelenting grip. Your body yielded to an inexplicable force, surrendering to his control like an underwater puppet. In a fleeting instant, a sensation of cold and softness grazed your lips. Uncertain in your disoriented state, you couldn't be sure if it was Marlin's lips pressing against yours, but the moment lingered in a haze of confusion.
As time slipped away, the diminishing air began to weigh on you, involuntarily coaxing your mouth open and allowing water to seep into your lungs. Your ears, now entirely filled with water, rendered Marlin's words muffled and distant.
Observing your distress, Marlin placed an additional hand on your stomach. His fingers, accompanied by sharp nails, delicately traced along your bare skin, adding an unsettling dimension to your already harrowing struggle. As the sands of time trickled away, you strained to discern the letters, your grasp on survival slipping through the narrowing hourglass.
The first letter being, "I". You could feel Marlin pulling you deeper into the ocean.
The second letter being, "L". The salt in your lungs were too much to bear.
The third letter being, "O". You can't see a single thing, your vision being nothing but complete darkness.
The fourth letter being "V". Oh God, you're going to die.
Before comprehension could settle, your body succumbed, surrendering to the relentless force of the deep. As your consciousness slipped away, the haunting echo of those unfinished letters lingered in the underwater silence.
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