#ohhhh frankie boy

[aleximustd13]

Blisters on my fingers for Frank Iero 🤙🏻

[hauntingblue]

Sanji calls for robin to fall into his arms and franky catches her agsjagska sanji you're going to realize some things....

[newtonsheffield]

Wait, so we get Duke In Training Franklin Bagwell for this AU?!

Yes! Franklin Bagwell, Josie’s twin brother and the future Duke of Haverford. He’s the person Josie’s closest to in the entire world.

“I think I met someone.”

Frankie raised his eyebrow at his sister, “Cool? Where’d you meet him?”

“Well, re-Met someone?” Josie cleared her throat, steeling herself for her brother’s reaction. “I um… I sort of knew her in high school.”

Frankie dropped his phone, “Did you say she as a slip of the tongue? Or you actually knew someone in high school that you met again and you want to shag her now?”

Josie swallowed, “I met her again and I want to shag her now.”

Frankie let out a cheer, mimicking a crowd before he wrapped his arms around her waist and shook her excitedly, “Jose! You’ve finally fucking seen the light.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yes, it must have been your 16 year old poem Ode to the humble Vagina.”

Frankie cackled, “Excuse you, it was Vagine.”

“Vagine, that’s right. God Dad’s face was nearly purple when you got sent home from school for that.” Josie let out a shuddering breath. “ Thank you, for being cool about this.”

He shrugged, “Womb to tomb right?”

“Womb to tomb.”

He raised his eyebrow as though he were waiting for something before he sighed. “Okay, are you going to tell me who it is or do I have to guess?”

Josie sighed, barely able to say it. “Her Royal Highness.”

Frankie winced, “Jose, I’m saying this because I care. And I want this to be a positive experience for you. I think she’s pretty serious with the protection officer.”

“The other one, Dickhead.” Josie ground out. “Edwina.”

“Ohhhh. Edwina!” He gasped like a little boy, “Jose she’s so pretty!”

“She is!”

“Okay, we need a plan here. Get some paper!”

[holyfuckthisfishcandrive]

I saw the words zolu marraige fic and i would love to more if ur willing

Ohhhh boy I have thought about this a lot. Like so much. Because there is absolutely no way they have a traditional wedding, right? That whole dressing up in suits and reciting vows and slow dance stuff just isn't them. I can't see it happening.

So. The Strawhat Pirates make it around the world and are back by the East Blue. Nami goes to visit her family, Usopp is dying to tell Kaya and his crew about all of his adventures, Sanji missed the Baratie people and Zeff so much, Brook finally gets to reunite with Laboon, Franky sails a bit further to Water 7 to see his family, dropping Chopper off at Drum with his mum along the way. Robin might come along with them since she doesn't really have a home to go back to and Jimbe I can see searching for the remains of the fishmen in the East Blue that came there with Arlong.

To Luffy and Zoro it was already clear that they'd get married once they reached their goals, but they wouldn't keep their friends from their families (they may have forgotten to mention to anyone that they are planning to get married *cough*). So at Dawn Island Luffy introduces Zoro to Dadan and Makino and co and, since he is captain and pirate king, marries them.

A day later they realize that marriages usually are more than an exchange of promises late at night. And like, there's usually a feast! They can't pass up on a feast! (<Luffy) Go big or go home, and they already are home. Time to go big.

Now, dancing still isn't really their thing ('What do you mean? I love dancing!' 'On weddings you're supposed to slow dance.' 'Oh') but isn't fighting supposed to be somewhat like dancing? At least some of Robin's novels say stuff like that. And fighting side by side? Hell yeah, they can do that.

The next morning Sanji walks into the kitchen of the Baratie to literally everyone gathered around a newspaper. Someone asks why he wasn't invited. When he snatches the paper from Patty he is met with a picture of his captain kissing the moss head in the remains of might've once been a marine base. (they thought it'd be romantic since they met in one too. like full circle kind of moment) the article explains how the pirate king and his first mate destroyed a large marine base and are 'apparently?' now married. Declaring that they are on their honeymoon.

I could go on but i do want to eventually make it a proper fic lol. Thank you for asking!

[anthonys237thfreckle]

If you could date any Anthony Ramos character, who would you choose?

OHHHH BOYYYY

okay, so the first characters coming to mind are John Laurens (Hamilton), Philip Hamilton (Hamilton), Eladio (In Treatment) and Frankie Espinoza (Summer days, summer nights)

though i love all of them, john and frankie are the closest contenders.

john laurens

of course, and i cannot stress this enough, john laurens was a real person who lived a real life with a real wife and a real daughter.

so i’m always always going to refer to the musical’s portrayal of the role, not the person himself. that man did not get killed in a gunfight to deserve this.

i love how anthony portrayed him in a playful, passionate and headstrong manner, really reflecting the real person. but this passion and strength can be seen in his other characters (usnavi, javi) and playfulness (mars blackmon, frankie) in others. so i really like seeing a more ‘serious’ or ‘unique’ version of that. it’s not everyday a man looks good in late 1700s army uniforms.

and plus, though the real john laurens shared this, the portrayed john laurens wanted to create the first ever black military regime, and in a time where people owned slaves and looked down on the coloured, i think that’s honestly beautiful. he could have done so much, if only he had time.

and i will never forgive that part of the hamilton fandom to turn him into an ‘uwu smol turtle boy’ - his favourite animal was birds. say it over and over again so it doesn’t disappear.

2. frankie espinoza

personally, i am the commitment/ date to marry type of person, and none of anthony’s characters stood out to me as those type of people, with the exception of frankie.

he is a hopeless romantic for god’s sake. what could be better than that?

i really loved how easygoing frankie was in the movie, and how genuine the character was, and i feel like it was a bit of a turn in another direction for anthony to play it, but i’m glad he did. anthony really brought into sentimental aspects and played frankie really well.

plus i wanna know what it feels like to be in his car.

so if i had to pick one…. i’d say john laurens. BUT I LOVE FRANKIE TOOO

[javatrait]

So many Changes!!

So much has changed in the Foss-Feng family and not all of the changes have been easy! Aya and Felix are currently separated with him living at his parents house (They recently passed away both of them). I am still leaving it open to them reconciling but its been awhile. Felix got another woman pregnant but she lost the baby. It was a lot lol but Felix is still always over helping with the kids even though Aya can barely stand to be around him long enough without feeling bitter. The Twins are thriving in high school both in the Honor Society and extracurriculars. Hakim is dating Averys best friend Greta while Avery just went on a date with the cutest guy from school. I cant believe they will be graduating soon. Ayelet is turning into art lover and top of her class while Frankie is a charming destructive toddler lol. Aya is still running the fish shop with the boys help on the weekends. Ohhhh did I mention I know who the Gen 5 Heir is and im so excited!! Okay I think that's everything lol  

[604to647]

Emily!!! 💜

Geez I hope I’m not too late, but if I am then disregard this 🥲

Congratulations again on your milestone!!! I know you’re only going to get better from here! 🥰

If possible I’d like to ask for an outro for my fic Halftime Show 👉🏼👈🏼

Adriana, my love! I hope you've had a wonderful week and thank you for your kind words and patience! 🥹

Ohhhh Halftime Show 🫠🫠 I feel like each of our boys is technically deserving of a Nonsense Outro, but then that would defeat the very panty melting purpose of them being there together (halp) 🥵🥵😩:

Dave orders something special for his boys 🎵

With which he, Joel, and Javi P can toy 🎵

Angel tells Marcus M and Frankie to enjoy 🎶

I hope that's okay! Thank you again and love you! 😘

604to647 Anniversary and Follower Milestone Celebration and Giveaway

PBoi characters Nonsense Outros

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites in: Ultra Opposites Episode #14: “New Ultra Opposites” (by @avaveevo)

One morning, the Ultra Opposites came home after an exhausted as they wipe the sweat off them

Terry/Solar Flare: Boy. What a day.

Yumyulack/Psylock: I’ll say

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Well, even though being a hero is hard work, it sure is worth it

Yumyulack/Psylock: I agree!

Terry/Solar Flare: But boy, was that stressful!

Jesse/Electra: I know right?!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Jesse, calm down.

Jesse/Electra: Ugh! I sometimes hate being a superhero! It’s too much pressure! gets cool down hug by Legendary Super Shlorpian Thanks Korvo… sorry…

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: It's all good.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Hey look! The news!

News Report: This just in, the Ultra Opposites save the day again! Thank you so much! And in other three planets are having a peace summoning tonight in GeenaDavisville!

Terry/Solar Flare: Aw...

Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpian: Hmm… you know since nothing bad is happening, we could all use a break from being heroes.

Yumyulack/Psylock: I agree. Nothing bad is happening right now…

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Plus, Ophelia is gone. No villain sighting lately.

Terry/Solar Flare: Good point. Stress had gotten to us lately.

Jesse/Electra: Yeah. Boy am I exhausted…

News Reporter: In other news, Evil Empress Ophelia who was assumed to be dead has come back to life!

Ultra Opposites: SAY WHAT?!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: But how?

Terry/Solar Flare: Yeah! We defeated her! She's gone, right!

Korvo/Legendary Super Sholrpian: Hmm… that strange. That powerful blast we all combine should’ve destroyed her… what is she upto?

Suddenly, one of Ophelia’s minions attacks the news reporter.

News Reporter: Oh shit! This not good! Ultra Opposites, where are you?!

The screen shows static and the Ultra Opposites gasp. Meanwhile, Cherie, who was playing with Pezlie, sees the news in her new home and gasp as she went up to Montez, Nova, Jamie and Darcy.

Cherie: Guys! Ophelia is back!

The others gasp.

Jamie: What? But we defeated her!

Darcy: We have to stop her!

Montez: I agree!

Nova: We better go get the others!

We then cut to the festival where Ophelia is undercover.

Ophelia: Hmmm, sees Princess Chloe meditating a princess?

Princess Chloe: Ooommmm. Oooommmmmmy GOODNESS I CAN’T HANDLE THIS!

Princess Chloe takes a deep breath and runs out.

Princess Chloe: Ooh! Nothing is working! I just have to get it together! Just go in there! And ask! This is your Festival! Everyone’s happiness rests in your hands. facepalms Ohhhh!

Ophelia smirks. Then Princess Chloe comes in and sees Queen Sabine, one of the rulers of one of the three planets

Queen Sabine: Chloe.

Princess Chloe: takes a deep breath Good morning, your highness. Thank you all for seeing me. I have an idea that I think will make our Festival the most wonderful celebration Earth has ever seen!

Queen Sabine: I’m sure everyone will love it.

Princess Chloe: Oh and I am sure everyone will love it! Hopefully with the speech tonight too, by… sees the name on the list Mia?

Queen Sabine: Why yes. She has been practicing lately. I met her last week. She did great

Princess Chloe: I see.

Queen Sabine: Mmm-hmm

Meanwhile with the Ultra Opposites.

Terry/Solar Flare: There’s the school come on! We have to tell Frankie and Cooke!

In the school, Mia was busy getting ready for her first time being teach in language learning.

Mia: takes a deep breath Make those kids proud.

Mia comes and sees her new students.

Mia: Morning, students! speaks in Spanish

Students: Huh?

Mia: Oh! It means “It’s good to meet you”

Students: Oh. Wow. Nice.

Suddenly, Solar Flare and Electra come barging in.

Terry/Solar Flare: Sorry to interrupt students. But, everyone head home immediately. You’re all in danger. Ophelia is back.

Mia: What?! Oh my God! Kids, get home to safety quick!

Students: Uh oh! I don’t wanna die! I’m outta here!

As the kids leave, Mia looks at Solar Flare and Electra in worry.

Jesse/Electra: Sorry to barge in here Mia.

Mia: It’s all good. Thanks for the warning… gets lovestruck by Ms. Perez walking by

Terry/Solar Flare: Uh, Mia? Mia? Mia!

Mia: Huh? What?

Terry/Solar Flare: It’s true. Ophelia is back and you have to get for safety. Quick.

Mia: On it!

Meanwhile with Legendary Super Shlorpian and Psylock.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Psylock, tell the rest of the school to get the safety! I’ll go get Cooke and Frankie!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Got it!

A few seconds later…

Miss Frankie: OPHELIA IS BACK?!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: I’m afraid she is.

Principal Cooke: Oh fuck! We better go stop her! I hope the others got the message!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Hopefully they did!

Then, the other Ultra Opposites bust in through the walls, much to Legendary Super Shlorpian, Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie’s surprise.

Miss Frankie: Well that was fast…

Nova/Lady Roseus: Hey, Korvo!

Sherbet/Violet: Hey guys! What’s up?

Cherie/Agent Red: We saw the news! This is not good! We have to get to the festival!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Well, thank god you’re you’re all here.

Montez/The Master: Us too!

Psylock and Dark Matter appear.

Kevin/The Flamethrower: Uh, is Solar Flare and Electra here too?

Daryl/Dark Matter: We think so?

Yumyulack/Psylock: Yeah, they’re here. They’re just-

Solar Flare and Electra then flies in there after warning everyone.

Jesse/Electra: We did it, Korvo!

Terry/Solar Flare: We got everyone in the school to safety! Now, let’s head to that festival!

Back at the festival. Thunder cloud and green lighting appear as everyone froze in shock.

Camerman: WHAT IS THAT?!

Eric: What the fuck is happening now?!

Ophelia’s fortress appears.

Ophelia: Hello GeenaDavisVille! I’m baaaaaacccckkk! laughs evilly

People starts screaming and running away. Princess Chloe comes with Queen Sabine and gasp in terror.

Queen Sabine: Ophelia?!

Ophelia: Well well. If it isn’t my old friend Sabine.

Queen Sabine: What are you doing here? You are not getting your hands on the cosmic blast!

Ophelia: It’s too late! It has already chosen some worthless defenders last year!

Princess Chloe: Your majesty, what is going on?!

Queen Sabine: I’m afraid the old empress is after us again. But did you say it chose defenders on this planet?

Ophelia explains everything.

Ophelia: You say, when I try to obtain the orb, it was sadly propel to earth. Then, it shatters into pieces and have chosen a group of pathetic super heroes known as the Ultra Opposites, led by four aliens who are also a family!

Queen Sabine gasps.

Queen Sabine: Defenders? Amazing? By what did you say there are four aliens on this planet too, that leads the new warriors?

Ophelia: Exactly! Those four ruined my plans!

Princess Chloe: Wait? Who are these four aliens? What species are they?!

Ophelia: Shlorpians!

Queen Sabine: gasp You mean the ones who always have their planet destroyed and search for new homes?

Ophelia: groans YES!

Princess Chloe: What are the names of the four champions?

Ophelia: Solar Flare, Electra, Psylock, and The Legendary Super Shlorpian

Queen Sabine: Well, I think these orbs chose them for a reason. And I believe these warriors will stop you!

Ophelia laughs.

Ophelia: Nice try! I’m sure these heroes are not powerful enough anymore! They can’t stop me!

Terry/Solar Flare: Stop right there!

The town gasp in joy and cheer because the Ultra Opposites are now here!

Ophelia: YOU?! UGH!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Stay away from those rulers! Or else!

Ophelia: Or else what?!

Randall/Ultra Man: Or else this!

Ultra Man punches Ophelia, who lands towards a tent and growls.

Ophelia: How dare you!

Terry/Solar Flare: Nice punch Ultra Man!

Randall/Ultra Man: Thanks S.F.!

Daryl/Dark Matter: Now, it’s me and Psylock’s turn!

Violet then changes color and grabs Princess Chloe to safety. Psylock and Dark Matter uses brain waves that blast Ophelia but she got out a strange orb as she growls.

Queen Sabine: gasp Ultra Opposites! Go! Quick! I got this!

But then, the orb petrified Sabine into a statue at the Ultra Opposites gasp but then they notice something glowing in Ophelia’s pouch.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: An orb piece!

Ophelia grins evilly and shows the heroes three orb pieces, and the colors are neon green, peaches n cream and orange.

Montez/The Master: Oh no! We have to get them away from her! Quick!

Yumyulack/Psylock: On it!

Terry/Solar Flare: Korv! Look out!

Luckily, Legendary Super Shlorpian turns into his Super Shlorpian and flies up before Ophelia could for an attack.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Eat brain waves!

Ophelia flies into a wall and growls.

Ophelia: That does it!

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: Psylock! Wait! The blast might blew the-

Just as Psylock sues his mind wave, it ends up blowing the three orb pieces out of the pitch as they split up and flies towards three different area in town

Yumyulack/Psylock: Uh oh.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Oh shit.

Princess Chloe: Oh no! These orb pieces might fall into the wrong hands!

Ophelia: Grr! That’s it! This is war Ultra Opposites! Once I found the three orb pieces, I’ll destroy you once and for all!

Ophelia then leaves as the Ultra Opposites began to think of plan. Princess Chloe however starts panicking.

Sherbet/Violet: You okay, your highness?

Princess Chloe breathes in and out.

Princess Chloe: Oh no! All that hard work! It’s all for nothing! What do we do now?!

Terry/Solar Flare: Don’t worry. We’ll handle it!

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: We go find the three orb pieces that’s what!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Then let’s split up!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Violet, you go to that area where the orange orb is at!

Princess Chloe sighs sadly.

Sherbet/Violet: On it!

Terry/Solar Flare: Psylock and Electra! You two along with Shadow Lady, Super Cooke, Princess Chloe, Ultra Man, Dark Matter, Darcina, Firey and Flamethrower goes to where the neon green orb is at!

Jesse/Electra: Yes sir!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Agent Red, Master, Lady Roseus, you’re with me!

Randall/Ultra Man: Actually I should go with you two! Someone is gonna need muscle!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Hmm. Very well!

The group splits up.

Terry/Solar Flare: Alright! Guys, let’s move out!

Back with Janiz, she then hears a beeping going in the ship’s communicator and gasp.

Janiz: Another orb piece?! checks the view on the location Alright! Let’s do this!

Janiz transforms into Lady Super Shlorpian.

Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpian: Look our world! You’re about to meet…. LADY SUPER SHLORPIAN!

Lady Super Shlorpian does a pose and turns into her Super Shlorpian form and flies off. Back with Legendary Super Shlorpian, Solar Flare, Agent Red, Ultra Man, Master and Lady Roseus, they manage to track down where the peaches n cream orb is at.

Cherie/Agent Red: Where could it be?

Montez/The Master: Found the location?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: There it is!

Terry/Solar Flare: Yep is at the…: finds the location and gets upset Oh no…

Nova/Lady Roseus: What is it?!

The heroes look up and it turns out to be at the Rake Company. Legendary Super Shlorpian faints.

Terry/Solar Flare: The rake company?! God damn it! sighs We’ll explain later… right now, we need to detransform and disguise ourselves in the meantime.

Montez/The Master: Okay?

Nova/Lady Roseus: I like that plan!

Cherie/Agent Red: Great idea!

Legendary Super Shlorpian wakes up and hears the plan as he nods. The group detransforms.

Terry: Okay! Randall, do you have the perfect disguises?!

Randall: Yep, right here.

Randal gives his friends disguises as they put them on. Later, the six heroes head inside while Terry and Korvo are shown wearing their old office clothes and wearing fake moustache and two wigs.

Korvo: I look ridiculous.

Terry: Relax. You look great, boo.

Korvo: Aw…

The two husbands kiss. Then, Cherie disguise as a janitor, nods for the signal.

Terry: Let’s go.

Korvo leaves with Cherie, Montez and Nova while Terry leaves with Randall. A few seconds later…. Terry and Randall sees an office and sneaks in there

Randall: Are you sure we won’t get caught?

Terry: opens a vile cabinet Relax, we’re on a low profile. digs through What’s the worse that could happen?

Suddenly, Janice appears.

Janice: H’no is someone there y’know?

Terry: Shit! I know that voice! Get down!

As Randall and Terry get down, suddenly, Janice sees them and gasp.

Janice: Terry?

Terry: Oh god. It’s Janice.

Randall: Who?

Terry’s fake mustache falls off.

Janice: H’no hello Terry, I haven’t seen you y’know

Randall: Hi-I-I gets awestruck upon seeing Janice

Terry: Uh, Randall? Are you okay?

Randall: Oh uh clears his throat ahem. Nice to meet you uh-

Janice: Janice.

Cue the song “Dreamweaver”:

Randall: Whoa blushes

Terry: Dude. Don't tell me you're in love with her.

Randall: But she seem so nice

Terry: Well, she was my co-worker.

Randall: Wait? She is?

Janice: H'no, he's not wrong, y'know.

Randall: Wait? You used to work here Terry? What happened?

Terry sighs sadly and explains everything.

Terry: The Pupa had a huge meltdown!

Randall: He did?

Terry: Yeah. It turns out he wanted attention and we were forced give up sci-fi for our lives, which made our lives fucked up miserable! Our boss Mr. Sarner was even a dick!

Janice: H'no, I'm so sorry you had to go throught that, y'know.

Terry: It’s okay Janice. And the worst of all, Sarner is now now dead. I become the boss. But it went badly because it led to me and Korvo having a big fight. But we made up and we decided to give up our jobs because the Pupa doesn’t need all that.

Randall: I think you did the right thing.

Terry: Thanks. But, you don’t wanna how Sarner died

Randall: What happened to Sarner?

Terry starts crying.

Terry: tearfully A ping pong accident!

Randall gasps.

Randall: Oh my god! How?

Terry wipes away his tears.

Terry: Korvo and I wanted a ping pong table to make work less boring. So, we got people to sign a petition to have it under the boiler room and then, Sarner died playing ping pong!

Randall: If you don't mind me asking, how does someone die from playing ping pong?

Terry: Oh. You don’t wanna fucking know man! notices his fingers turning black Oh no! Not again! starts growing bigger and muscular and his skin starts turning black as his clothes rip into pieces while his wig falls off

Randall: Terry?!

Then, Randall realizes that Terry is turning into his Mundane form because he got emotional and stress and backs away with Janice. Terry’s eyes starts glowing orange as he turns into his Mundane form and roars while banging his chest.

Janice: H'no, Terry, what happened to you, y'know?!

Mundane Terry breaths in and out while Korvo, comes in with a disguise of his own with Cherie, Nova and Montez and sees his husband transformed.

Korvo: Terry!

Korvo comes up and hugs his overwhelmed Mundane husband as he began to calm down.

Mundane Terry: Korvy...

Korvo: Oh I think this work place has brought up terrible memories of us working here huh?

Mundane Terry whimpers. Then, he breaks down crying while Korvo comforts him by soothing his face and gets out a tissue to dry his tears away.

Korvo: There there. It's gonna be okay, Terry.

Janice: H’no I had no idea Terry could do that y’know.

Korvo sighs.

Korvo: Actually he is half mundane. It runs in Terry’s family for years and as for my side of the family, we turn into monsters too.

Korvo turns into his super Shlorpian form and roars as he rips apart his robe.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Ah...that's better.

Janice gasp.

Janice: What the fuck? points to Montez, Nova and Cherie Wait a minute are these three people?

Cherie: Oh, we’re friends of Korvo and Terry.

Nova laughs nervously.

Janice: What is going on and-

Janice suddenly sees a white board falling and suddenly lifts it up. The others gaps in horror.

Montez: Oh no. The peach n cream orb piece. It chose Janice!

Janiz: coming in What?!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: What are you doing here?!

Janiz: I was sensing the orb piece! Why?

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Just asking.

The orb piece fuses with Janice

Janice: Huh? There was a crystal under my outfit?

Then Janice starts glowing and she gets her own super suit with a superhero mask on her.

Janice/???: H’no what happened to me Y’know?

Janice then notices that she has her hair down for her super suit

Randall: blushes Whoa.

Mundane Terry and Super Shlorpian Korvo look at each other nervously, realizing it’s time to tell Janice the truth.

Mundane Terry: Holy shit. Did she just-

Super Shlorpian Korvo: sigh Yes. We have to tell her

Korvo and Terry turns back into their Shlorpian forms and transform into their superhero forms. Janice, or whoever she is now, flies in and gasp.

Janice/???: What? You’re Solar Flare and Legendary Super Shlorpian?

Solar Flare chuckles nervously.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Yes and the truth we didn’t move. We had to turn into humans to establish civilian identities so no one can find out it’s us.

Janice suddenly hugs Legendary Super Shlorpian.

Janice/???: It’s okay. I know you were trying to protect yourselves, but what do you mean by human forms?

Solar Flare and Legendary Super Shlorpian turns back into their normal selves and turn into their human forms. Janice gasp.

Human Terry: Okay. So now we need a plan.

Janice/???: What do you mean?

Janiz turns into her human form which made Janiz gasp.

Human Janiz: Hey, Janice.

Janice/???: Wait? You’re an alien too?

Human Korvo: Yes. She is also my older sister.

Janice/???: H’no, I think I’m gonna faint, y’know.

Randall however turns into Ultra Man and catches Janice as she wakes up and grows shock. Janice and Ultra Man blush.

Janice/???: Oh you too?

Randall/Ultra Man: Yeah. points to Montez, Cherie and Nova So are these three.

Cherie, Montez, and Nova turn into their superhero forms.

Janice/???: Wait? So I’ll one of you now? Oh dear I need to think about this

Nova/Lady Roseus: Take time Janice. Right now, we have to find the other orb pieces before the Princess and her people gets hurt! Come on!

Janice begins to think about it. Back with Violet, she starts search around the school for the orb piece while growing worried.

Sherbet/Violet: Where is it?!

Princess Chloe suddenly came and sees Ms. Perez

Princess Chloe: Excuse m’am?

Sherbet/Violet: Princess Chloe?

Princess Chloe: Ssh. Keep your voice down.

Ms. Perez: Princess Chloe? Oh it’s nice to meet you, heard what happened?! You looking for something!

Princess Chloe: Yes. An orb. Have you-

Ms. Perez: Whoa whoa. An orb? What are you talking about? Is everything okay?

Suddenly the orange orb piece appears.

Princess Chloe: Um ma’am I really appreciate the thought but I can handle it on my own.

Ms. Perez: Well let me help you. I know about changes in the ecosystem and human body. I might be able to help you find what you’re looking for.

Violet notices the orb and gasps.

Princess Chloe: I’m sorry but you can’t come with us. You’re just ordinary. You could get hurt. I think it’s best if you stay here… besides it’s not a vacation y’know

Ms. Perez sighs and starts to feel hurt by this

Ms. Perez: Okay. I understand…

Princess Chloe: Thank you. Now if you excuse me I got an orb to find… leaves

Violet notices that Ms. Perez is sad.

Sherbet/Violet: Excuse me?

Ms. Perez: Huh? the orange orb starts to head to her but she didn’t notice

Ms. Perez turns to Violet

Ms. Perez: Violet? What are you doing here?

Sherbet/Violet: I’m here looking for a-

Suddenly, the orange orb pieces shines brighter as it heads towards Perez.

Sherbet/Violet: WATCH OUT!

But then, the orb fuses with Perez as she gasp.

Ms. Perez: What’s happening to me?!

Suddenly, two of Ophelia’s minions break through the windows and grabs Perez as she gasp.

Sherbet/Violet: Ms. Perez! No!

Ms. Perez lets out a loud scream.

Ms. Perez: What?! Huh? What did I just do?!

Ophelia: No! You have sonic screaming!

Ms. Perez gasp upon seeing Ophelia. Ms. Perez tries to run but Opheia captures her.

Ms. Perez: Grr let me go!

Ophelia laughs.

Ophelia: Minions, take her to Queen Romelle, she hadn’t gain trust of those humans yet. So make this little skank her prisoner

Ms. Perez: No!

The minions escape with Ms. Perez who struggles to break free! Violet watches bad gasp in terror.

Sherbet/Violet: I gotta get the others!

Meanwhile, the others arrived at Romelle’s castle where the neon green orb is at. Then, Princess Chloe meets up with them.

Princess Chloe: What the hell are you guys doing here?

Yumyulack/Psylock: To find the orb piece. The neon green one.

Princess Chloe sighs.

Princess Chloe: Look guys, let me handle this. You all stay here, okay?

Darcy/Miss Darcina: What?!

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: But everyone is counting on us!

Jamie/Firey: Yeah! We’re superheroes!

Princess Chloe: Look! Romelle is a serious person! She doesn’t trust us yet! So wait here! Please…

Solar Flare arrived and sees his friends and children.

Terry/Solar Flare: Guys!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Hey Solar Flare!

Princess Chloe: So please wait!

Princess Chloe heads in while the heroes watch in disgust.

Darcy/Miss Darcina: Can you believe her?

Jamie/Firey: I know right! Solar Flare, please tell us that you have found one of the orbs!

Terry/Solar Flare: Yeah. About that…

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: What?

Terry/Solar Flare: The orb fused with Janice, my old coworker!

The others gasp.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Aw man. Well, how was I supposed to know? I didn’t know our friends will get powers!

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: Well guess what?! Our friends have uncontrollable powers!

Jesse/Electra: Hey! Lay off him guys!

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Well, your brother caused our friends to have powers! They are freaking out!

Darcy/Miss Darcina: And to make matters worse, so does big stupid Janice!

Daryl/Dark Matter: Hey lay off my boyfriend will ya?

Jamie/Firey: He started it.

Yumyulack/Psylock: gulps Um, maybe we should just calm down? laughs nervously

Everyone, except for Psylock and Solar Flare, then starts arguing. Psylock looks at Solar Flare nervously and says sorry silently. Solar Flare then finally have enough as he puts his foot down and says…

Terry/Solar Flare: ENOUGH! flares up

Then silence fell as the others look at Solar Flare in shock and Psylock squint nervously. Then, Legendary Super Shlorpian, Lady Super Shlorpian, The Master, Agent Red, Pezlie and Lady Roseus arrives as Solar Flare breathes in and out.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Guys! We came as soon as we heard and… oh.

Montez/The Master: Um… what did we miss?

The Ultra Opposites look at their friends. But then, Legendary Super Shlorpian then theorize what happened.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Wait a minute. Are you guys… facepalms are you serious right now?

Jaime/Firey: Uh…

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Not one word Firey! Firey squints nervously You guys are seriously playing the blame game while our friends are in trouble?! They have powers now! What’s the deal? You should all be ashamed of yourselves! We’re friends here! And frenemies slightly… but that’s not the point. Us heroes have to stick together. No matter what. Because, sometimes heroes get on each other’s nerves. But, we always make up and talk things out. So, why are you acting like this right now?

Rest of the Ultra Opposites: Uh. Well, maybe. We just thought they might…

Cherie/Agent Red: sighs Look guys. Right now, you are all exhausted and terrified. We don’t know what’s gonna happens plus, I’m sure Psylock didn’t know either. Did you?

Yumyulack/Psylock: ashamed Yes.

The rest of the Ultra Opposites look down remorsefully.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Okay. So, what do you all have to say for yourselves?

Rest of the Ultra Opposites: remorsefully Sorry Terry and Korvo.

Solar Flare, Agent Red, Lady Super Shlorpian, The Master, Lady Roseus and Legendary Super Shlorpian look at them sternly and firmly. Then, Solar Flare calms down and takes a deep breath as the flame cools down.

Terry/Solar Flare: Sorry for yelling.

Legendary Super Shlorpian puts a comforting hand on his husband as he smiles at him.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: It’s okay. You were just stressed by this whole tension. Turns his attentions towards his children and friends and frenemies But look, guys. I know our friends got powers by accident. But, it was the orbs that chose them for a reason. And now you are all freaking out like they’re gonna die fucking die or something? the rest of the Ultra Opposites look down sadly

Agent Red: Just give them time guys. They might wanna get use to having their powers.

All: remorsefully Okay.

Solar Flare looks down for yelling at his friends. But, the Master puts a comforting hand on Solar Flare’s left shoulder as the two exchange brotherly smiles. Then, Violet came.

Sherbet/Violet: Guys! Guys!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: What is it?! What’s wrong?!

Sherbet/Violet: Ms. Perez is in trouble! We have to go help her!

The rest of the Ultra Opposites gasp.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Oh no! We didn’t know! What have we done!

Jesse/Electra: Aw geez. We suck.

Kevin/The Flamethrower: We’re sorry guys. This would’ve never happen if we hadn’t freak out. We suck. looks down along with the rest of the Ultra Opposites

Terry/Solar Flare: No. You guys don’t suck. You were just feeling out of sorts. We can still fix this.

Nova/Lady Roseus: Of course. Ms. Perez is our friend and we must go rescue her and Princess Chloe.

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: He’s right guys.

All: Yeah. I agree. Let’s go save her. As a team. Let’s work together.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Good. That’s better! Now let’s go save our friend!

The rest of the Ultra Opposites cheer and follows as L.S.S. turns into his Super Shlorpian form while carrying Solar Flare and flies to save Ms. Perez.

Meanwhile the princess heads in while the Ultra Opposites follow her.

Princess Chloe: notices the Ultra Opposites Oh, for God’s sake

Terry/Solar Flare: Sorry, but we had to come in. Our friend is Romelle’s prisoner. Violet told us everything!

Princess Chloe: What?!

Sherbet/Violet: We’re sorry but Perez is our friend!

Princess Chloe has an idea.

Princess Chloe: Follow me!

The Ultra Opposites follow Princess Chloe and then gasp upon seeing Romelle, who looks like a elegant mermaid.

Queen Romelle: Who dares come here?

Terry/Solar Flare: Uh, hi? We are the Ultra Opposites and-

Queen Romelle: You are not allowed to be here!

Chloe then notices the neon green orb in a glass container.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: It’s okay. We’re defenders of Earth. We help save lives

Queen Romelle: How do I know I can trust you?

Princess Chloe: Because your highness we could require an army to help us

Queen Romelle: Hm? For what?

Princess Chloe: Or an object if you may? Something powerful enough to stop Empress Ophelia?

Queen Romelle gasps upon hearing Empress Ophelia.

Queen Romelle: You mean this orb piece we found

Princess Chloe: This is amazing! With this, I could use into to transform at home into something powerful enough to face Ophelia!

Queen Romelle: Or it could end up in her greedy hands!

Princess Chloe: her jaw drops But...

Queen Romelle: Honey, I'm sorry about your home. I truly am. But my responsibility is to protect my subjects. The orb piece... is not going anywhere.

Legendary Super Shlorpian sighs.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Wait um excuse me? You have prisoner here right? Someone send her to you? We would like to see her!

Queen Romelle: You mean this burden?

The guards pull down a curtain and is revealed to be a muzzled Ms. Perez down with her hands tied in a cage.

Jesse/Electra: Ms. Perez!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Ma’am please let her go! Ms. Perez is a good person! She would never hurt anybody!

Princess Chloe: But we've come all this way. And you can't just hide down here! Trapped forever! There's so much you're missing!

Queen Romelle: We’re hundred percent okay with that!

Solar Flare groans. Then a guard whisper something into Queen Romelle’s ear.

Queen Romelle: Yes, Seymour?

Seymour: whispering

Queen Romelle: Ooh! Time for my seaweed wrap. Later, skater!

Seymour: Oh would you require a massage?

Queen Romelle: Yes, a massage, too. Mama needs her deep tissue.

Cherie/Agent Red: There’s gotta be a way to earn Romelle’s trust if we want to get the third orb piece and Ms. Perez to safety

Nova/Lady Roseus: But how?

Jesse/Electra: What if we throw a party?

Terry/Solar Flare: No. We’re gonna need something better than that

Princess Chloe however thought of something as she looks at the orb piece.

Princess Chloe: Oh, no. No no. You guys got this.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Are you sure?

Ultra Opposites: Huh?

Kevin/The Flamethrower: Really?

Darcy/Miss Darcina: What are you talking about?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Are you sure?

Princess Chloe: Well, we still need to come up with a plan to get back. A few minutes won't make a huge difference. And if there's anyone who can cram a lifetime of fun into a blink of an eye, it's Solar Flare!

Solar Flare chuckles.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: You know, you're right Chloe.

Cherie/Agent Red: We won’t let you down!

Princess Chloe: looking at the orb piece I’m counting on it.

As Queen Romelle comes our newly dress, lights came on suddenly as she gasp. Cue the song “Flesh and Bone”:

[Legendary Super Shlorpian ]

Hear it getting louder, a call for revolution

Yeah, we came for what was ours, it's time for restitution

We'll protect our own, take back the stone

No, human nature cannot hold us down

[Solar Flare]

Stranded at the bottom, but we're more than a whisper

No, we'll never be forgotten, our blood's thicker than silver, yeah

When worlds collide, it's do or die So tell me, is it wrong to stand your ground?

[Legendary Super Shlorpian and Agent Red]

Hear us howl, all or nothing

Fangs are out, we ain't running

Hear us howl, it's all or nothing

[All]

Oh oh oh oh

This is a declaration

Oh oh oh oh

Of a new generation

It's now or never, we're in this together

We'll fight through the highs and the lows

No, we won't break, we're more than flesh and bone

Meanwhile, Janice hears hear friends singing with her super hearing. Then, Mia came by and gasp upon seeing Janice in her new super suit.

Mia: Excuse me, are you an Ultra Opposites?

Janice looks at her reflection, then thinks about this new path. She then gets determined in her eyes. Janice nods. Later back with the song…

[Electra]

The world has gone crazy and no one seems to listen

Gotta step in, no more maybes, and stop the demolition

Is it hope or fear?

Look in the mirror

Everything we built is coming down

[Lady Super Shlorpian]

No more hesitation, it's time we start to realize

With all this separation, silence is still taking sides So use your voice, make a choice

And tell me, are you standing with the crowd?

[All]

Oh oh oh oh

This is a declaration

Oh oh oh oh

Of a new generation

It's now or never, we're in this together

We'll fight through the highs and the lows

No, we won't break, we're more than flesh and bone Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy

We say no more bad blood, no more bad blood

Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy No way, they can't stop us, no, they can't stop us

Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy

We say no more bad blood, no more bad blood

Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy

No way, they can't stop us, no, they can't stop us

[Solar Flare]

History changes, but we lost the pages we wrote When you lose direction, can't see the reflection you know

We came from the bottom then became the problem

Now everything's out of control

So hey, are you with me?

Let's go!

[All]

Oh oh oh oh

This is a declaration

Oh oh oh oh

Of a new generation

It's now or never, we're in this together

We'll fight through the highs and the lows

No, we won't break, we're more than flesh and bone​​​​​​​

As the song ends Queen Romelle smiles

Queen Romelle: Well, I do have one solution on how we can stop Ophelia…

Suddenly, Solar Flare sees Princess Chloe trying to steal the orb as she lifts the container and he screams. Suddenly, the alarm goes off.

Jesse/Electra: Aaah! What is happening now?!

Terry/Solar Flare: Chloe?!

Queen Romelle gasps and growls.

Princess Chloe: Your majesty! I can explain!

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: Look you don't understand what really happened! We tried to-

Queen Romelle: All of this so you could sneak in and take the orb piece?!

Janice hears her friends while carrying Mia and the two women gasp in horror as they fly to there.

Darcy/Miss Darcina: What?! No!

Terry/Solar Flare: We are not trying to steal it! We would never!

Yumyulack/Psylock: We’re just here to save our friend and teacher!

Queen Romelle: Silence! You don’t deserve my help!

Ultra Opposites: WHAT?!

Nova/Lady Roseus: But, it’s not our fault! Chloe tricked us!

Queen Romelle: This is why we don't bring strangers into our home! to Chloe You don't deserve to be one of us.

Just before Romelle could throw them out, Janice barges in her with Mia.

Janice/???: Stop!

Mia: MRS. PEREZ!

Ms. Perez: Mia?!

Terry/Solar Flare and Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Janice?

Yumyulack/Psylock and Jesse/Electra: Wait, what? Who’s Janice?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Long story.

Miss Frankie/Miss Shadow: That’s Janice? She looks cool!

Darcy/Miss Darcina: I agree girls!

Cherie/Agent Red: Yeah. Nice outfit!

Jesse/Electra: I love your hair!

Janice/???: H’no Thank you. But, call Master Smasher, y’know?

Master Smasher dos her own pose while flying up and helps free Ms. Perez by bending the bars.

Terry/Solar Flare: Welcome to the team, Master Smasher.

Ms. Perez: Thank you!

Mia hugs Ms. Perez.

Mia: I was so worried about you!

Ms. Perez cries a little because she’s happy to see Mia. Suddenly, the neon green orb pieces breaks out of the container and it floats to Mia, who gasp in awe.

Mia: What the fuck is that?

Ms. Perez: I don’t know.

The neon green orb then merges with Mia, who gasped in shock as she grows amazed but then feels something from her hands.

Mia: What’s happening?

Suddenly, her fist then creates a beam that shoots through the castle, much to everyone’s surprise and shock

Mia: Wow. I didn’t know I could do that. Oh sorry Romelle.

Queen Romelle: Oh for Christ’s sake.

Janice/Master Smasher: Come on guys, let’s flee!

Princess Chloe: No! Wait!

The Ultra Opposites leave.

Princess Chloe: quietly No… now what do we do?

The scene then cuts to Ophelia’s fortress as she growls. We then see Ophelia in her fortress.

Ophelia: GRRRRR! There is more of them! Ugh! That is it! I’m gonna crush those fucking Ultra Fucks once and for all, and if that means killing them out of cold blood, so be it! That idiotic woman!

Ophelia presses a button and a door opens, revealing to be a robotic version of Korvo, Robo Korvo.

Ophelia: Robo Korvo! Take care of them!

Robo Korvo nods and leaves.

Ophelia: Be afraid Ultra Opposites, for your end is near! laughs evilly

To be continued…

[chronically-ghosted]

Taylor my love! congrats on the 1k milestone u deserve it so much u lil ray of sunshine!! 🤍

For the celebration let’s do ⚖️ and play a little game! - the apocalypse is upon us, which ones of these Pedro boys do you want on your team?

1 - Dieter, Ezra, Frankie, Marcus P.

2 - Joel, Jack, Max, Javi G.

3 - Oberyn, Din, Javi P, Marcus M.

love u! 🤍

Bella!!! I ADORE this ask! It's so unique and such a good time! 😆

ohhhh, i wanna say ezra bc he wouldn't be afraid of doing icky stuff to survive - plus i'd never be bored with all of his chatting!

is this a regular apocalypse or a zombie apocalypse because i feel like having a vampire on the team would be super helpful! fast, strong, can't be bitten and turned!

hmm, it might be between din and javi p because they'd both be probably pretty good with a gun and could headshot bad guys real easy.

(I'm sorry dieter and javi g and oberyn - you guys can stay with me in the sex tent while the others figure out how to survive)

[wannab-urs]

ginnnn <3 gonna join this one - 😇

Graceeeeeee <3

Song: Like Real People Do

Boy: Frankie

Ohhhh this one is either gonna be real sweet or real angsty ---- or both.

[dindjarindiaries]

Yay! I can't wait to see what you're working on! Can you do 13 for Javi and 15 (NSFW) and 20 Javi and Frankie?

Thank you, anon! It’s something that you’ve all seen but haven’t gotten to read yet... so hopefully I’ll have the first part done this weekend!

I’ll incorporate both of these into here.

warnings: both characters will have some slight sexual content in these headcanons, nothing crazy because you know how i write (lol) but be warned! i’ll include a “keep reading” just in case!

SOFT SPOT/WEAKNESS, TOUCHING, AND FAREWELLS WITH JAVIER

Javier doesn’t like to reveal his soft spots—with his line of work, he’s afraid it’s too dangerous—but you know damn well it’s you.

No matter what mood he’s in from work, you know that when he comes home to you, he’ll eventually melt. Even in a fit of anger from things he’s had to deal with or horror of a scene he’s had to witness, within just a few minutes of letting himself talk to you, he practically molds into your form and finds his full self back with you.

If you’re ever in a dangerous spot, Javier will drop everything to go help you. It doesn’t matter where he is. Even if he’s at work and something important’s going on and he knows he shouldn’t leave, he does. Because he can’t do anything without you, so he has to make sure you’re safe.

But people can learn how to gain a certain strength over their weaknesses.

For you, it’s Javier’s touch—but thankfully, you can capitalize on his weakness of you by doing the same exact thing.

Obviously, in the privacy of your apartment, it doesn’t matter what the hell’s going on because it’s just the two of you so yeah... it probably gets out of hand often. Which neither of you mind. It’s like a competition to see who can get the other to unwind the fastest just by pure touch. You often find yourself losing that battle.

Sometimes, though, it’s bold enough to be subtle in public. Starting with a hand on your back that drifts lower, and lower, and a little bit lower until you’re looking over at Javier to see him giving you a look that says What?

At the dinner table, his hand is always secure on your thigh. And it’ll drift. It’ll wander. Until sometimes you’re mid-conversation and almost spitting your drink back into your cup with heated cheeks.

You’ll get him back at the apartment later. But for Javier, it’s the thrill of seeing you so affected by his mere touch that gravitates his hand to you no matter where you are. And it’s alright—because he always waits for your silent consent and stops at any time you’re rejecting it. Javier loves to touch you, but he’s also a gentleman and won’t push you to anything you don’t want to do.

All of this makes the goodbyes so much harder.

With touch being a large part of your love language, having to leave that behind whenever Javier travels to Medellín for work makes you practically cling to each other once the time comes.

You always try not to cry but sometimes it just happens. And Javier hates it not because he detests you being emotional, but because it makes him even more emotional himself to see you so upset.

There won’t be many words spoken, just a long embrace with Javier’s fingertips dancing along your back to comfort you before you finally lift your face and capture his lips in a long and passionate kiss—because sometimes you don’t know when or if you’ll ever be able to give him one again.

“I love you,” Javier will tell you over and over, giving you a few more smaller kisses after the big one. “Don’t forget it. I’ll be back to you before you know it.”

Sometimes he is, sometimes he isn’t. But you know you can always depend on an even better kiss once he gets home.

TOUCHING AND FAREWELLS WITH FRANKIE

Frankie can be very shy about touching at first, only because he wants you to be comfortable. And he’s not used to being showered with such affection.

But give him a short amount of time and then boom he’s all over you.

Whenever you’re out in public, his touching will be innocent: holding hands, an arm around your shoulders or your waist, a hand on your thigh while you’re sitting at a restaurant or on a park bench. He also likes to tuck your hair behind your ear or, if you have short hair, he’ll just brush his fingers along your cheek.

Once you’re at home, though? That’s private territory. That’s your own sacred place. And he will worship you.

Before anything goes down, he’ll make sure he grasps every inch of your body in his hands and admire it with his eyes and his words. Frankie loves all body sizes because no matter what, it’s you, and he’ll love touching every part of you to remind you of that.

He likes to hold you in his hands and absorb the fact that he really has you.

You’ll return the favor but Frankie’s more insistent upon making you feel special. It’s a battle you fight and almost always lose.

There’s one golden rule: Frankie gets to touch you before anything else begins. Like mentioned before, he wants to make you feel good. You don’t necessarily feel the need to protest and so you always let it happen.

And consent is always needed before he does any of this. Frankie chugs Respect Women™️ juice and he won’t do anything if you don’t want him to.

In saying goodbye, whenever he’s about to go on a trip with the guys or you have a business trip, Frankie’s actually almost always the more emotional one.

He doesn’t necessarily (always) cry, but he’ll always latch onto you.

It’s either “I don’t wanna go” or “I don’t want you to go” whenever he’s holding you tight in his arms and nuzzling his face in your neck.

“It’s only a couple days” you’ll always remind him, but he’ll never fail to say “That’s a couple days too many.”

Once you’re gone or he’s gone, he’ll be okay. But he’ll call you at least once a day to hear about your day and remind you that he loves you, so much.

Frankie is a big baby sometimes but that’s why you love him.

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[shirks-all-responsibilities]

Now this, THIS is the level of import and seriousness that the beautiful locks of our pedro boys deserve?? 😌😍 I am obsessed with this?? How this moves so swiftly yet lingers just the right amount, flowing from one sequential vignette to the next, stopping at each stage of Frankie’s life before whisking us away to the next one...

the constant thread of his hair and all the attention and importance you’ve given it, all the meanings and symbolism and how it’s not *just hair* which I adore so much and you should say it, how by the end the realization of the passage of so much time and experience and hardship feels so poignant? It’s just the right shade of lightly introspective and intimate and GAH! All of this in only 1000 words????

So many good turns of phrase in this, my favorite being “a tendril of ambivalence" and that entire paragraph it sits in. It pleased me so much, I had to pause and just...appreciate it, ya know? 😊

And THIS??  I needed a MOMENT after reading this?? 🥵🥵🥵

“On that first night Frankie had let you excitedly fist your hands into his longer locks as you kissed, quietly observing how it added fuel to your fire. Later that night, he let you guide his mouth to wherever you wanted it on your body, your hands in his hair acting as reins or restraints when needed and as silent praise when not. When you came, you had pulled his hair so hard that he saw stars and it spurred his own high, barreling him uncontrollably into it seconds later.”

As an ASMR aficionado, that whole section about washing his hair in the oppressive heat and the detail of the little “tiny soap bubbles” of the suds completely mesmerized me, that's one of my favorite gentle sounds. And the way the “cool rinse water sluiced down his scalp” (SLUICED!!), his MOANS, washing over that bucket, the kinna domesticity of it, the whole thing is so sensual I can’t stand it??

The GREYS by the end, ohhhh the greys my beloved, and having earned the right to pour my heart’s desires and love into Frankie’s hair every Sunday evening? The dream?

I love me some good hair worship, but WOW this blew past what I was expecting, so GOOD!!

Stages of Growth

Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x reader (no gender specified, but female in my mind)

Rating: Mature (is that still a common rating today? I'm an Old)

Warnings: A couple references to sexual activity, but nothing too graphic.

Word Count: 1,000 on the nose

Summary: A chronicle of your relationship, and Frankie's hair.

Notes: Fuck you, Pedro, for having such pretty hair. I spend way too much time thinking about it. And about Frankie generally. ❤️

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When you first met Frankie, his hair was medium brown and short. A close-cropped buzz cut, mandatory for basic training, given to him without choice. It suited him, but also didn’t – a perfect match for his ambivalence about joining the military and what the service meant for him. You wondered what personality his hair would have once it had a chance to grow in. What kind of man Frankie would become, the promise his future held, what kinds of things he could and would learn to do.

When you finally had your first night together, he had just arrived home, on leave from a long deployment, your letters having kept him company and chronicled your growing connection. His military haircut had been allowed a reprieve as well, one of the perks and markers of being chosen for Special Forces training, needing to blend in with the locals of the various foreign countries he was sent to. That length of hair reflected well on him and the way he carried himself with new confidence, though there was still a tendril of ambivalence left, along with one wayward tress on his nape that insisted on rebelling, growing literally sideways with no sign of ever giving in.

On that first night Frankie had let you excitedly fist your hands into his longer locks as you kissed, quietly observing how it added fuel to your fire. Later that night, he let you guide his mouth to wherever you wanted it on your body, your hands in his hair acting as reins or restraints when needed and as silent praise when not. When you came, you had pulled his hair so hard that he saw stars and it spurred his own high, barreling him uncontrollably into it seconds later.

By the time he quit the military after many years of dedicated service, his locks had matured into a deeper brown – “English Walnut 7533” according to the Pantone color chart you had pilfered from your interior design firm – and had changed shape and texture, expressing itself in mostly neat, evenly shaped waves and curls, especially in humid weather or the rare time he let you style it for him with your carefully chosen products.

One of your best memories from that time was a hazy, lazy day in the tropics when you were both too overcome with the heat to do much else but lie in shaded loungers on your balcony. Frankie was suffering from the temperature, and the light strokes of your fingers across his brow hadn’t been enough to soothe him, or to satisfy you.

Coconut was the hotel room’s free shampoo offering, and soon the scent of sweet suds had wafted between you. You felt tiny soap bubbles pop, carbonation as you slid your fingers through his locks; you saw the frown lines on his forehead gradually smooth out as his eyes drifted shut and he sighed in delight; you felt the air around him drop several degrees purely from relaxation. You relished his moans when the cool rinse water sluiced down his scalp and into the repurposed ice bucket from the previous night’s champagne. Despite the humidity, his curls had dried by the time night fell, only to turn into sweaty waves again once you tumbled into bed with newfound energy to explore each other’s bodies.

On his first day at work as an aviation mechanic, his pilot’s license having been suspended over some cargo he shouldn’t have flown, he smushed his hair into an old baseball cap that read “Standard Heating Oil”, borrowed from a close friend and military comrade, and took to wearing it almost constantly. He said it was for practical reasons and that he was just too lazy to fuss over his hair, but you knew better. That hat was the first thing he took off when he got home, and the last thing he put on when he left, like he was some method actor with dual personalities.

When he came home a week late from a private group mission gone disastrously wrong, dropping his bags in the doorway and enveloping you in a crushing hug, one of your hands had automatically threaded into the curls on the back of his head, longer and strongly defined now, more for you to hold and more for him to be anchored by.

When he finally shared what went wrong on the mission and how they had lost their leader and friend, he buried his face into your neck, your tears trickling down your cheek to be absorbed by his scalp. One glance downward and all you could see was his locks shot through with silver and grey – much more of it than he had left with. Whatever he went through in South America had quickly accrued compound interest.

He had also lost his hat somewhere during the mission, and from then on never wore one again unless required to at work.

When he had nightmares or panic attacks from that mission, the touch of your hand gently weaving through his hair was his lifeline, something to focus on as he fought his way back to reality and to you.

Now solidly in middle age, Frankie has fewer nightmares, the dreams having receded both in frequency and intensity, and the silvery grey evolution of his hair color seems to have abated too, a rare pause in time.

He keeps his hair at the length you like: long enough for the curls to fully develop and be free, but short enough that he doesn’t have to fuss over it too much. He lets you style it, even lets you wash it for him as your new Sunday evening relaxation ritual. He lets you do whatever you want; you’ve earned it after everything he’s put you through as part of his messy, fractured life.

Tomorrow, Frankie’s pilot license is finally set to be reinstated. Maybe you’ll suggest he get a haircut to celebrate this next stage of his life. Or maybe not.

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FERAL...FRIDAY

okay my bullshit this week is frank (preferably bearded frank because I'm sane) tied up, giving him head while simultaneously playing with his nipples (I have my reasons iykyk) but basically I just want that man to be a squirming desperate mess . one could say just let that man be a sub for a bit... As a treat

let frank be a sub.

listen, in my head the man is a sub, he’s a sub who thinks he’s a dom but he’s not he’s really not yeah he’s all big and rough and tough and scary but eeeeeh come on we can see right through that…right?! okay idk maybe i’m crazy PFFF

but i love this, i love that idea i love the idea of having frank with his hand tied up above his head (do i possibly think about him breaking the fixing headboard to free his hands at some point? maybeee) his legs spread open on the bed just for you

the idea of having him like that just being able to do whatever you want to him? edging him with your hand or your mouth or this and that, playing with his nipples, licking and biting him over and over and over again. bringing him to a state where he can’t stop the grunts or the way he tries to move away or push his hips up or touch himself but he just can’t do any of it?

OHHHH SHIT OKAY BUT calming him by telling him how good he’s doing?! “so good for me frankie huh? attaboy that’s it look at that you can take it huh? you’ll be a good boy for me and take it?” okay nvm i don’t think i’d calm him down i think it would hit him even fucking harder

listeeeen i kove frank being a sub i love that idea with every little fibber of my being so if you’ll give me an idea like this, yes i will think about it, yes i’ll consider writing a fic like that…yes i probably won’t write it but shhhhhh

…licking up from the base right to the tip just painful slow while he tried to warn you to stop…c’mon

[absurdthirst]

So we all love Pedro character, but i would like to know, if you can write what you would hate from each character, like something on their personality u would not stan in real life

Okay, so this is all going to be ME. I completely understand that everyone is different, so this is just my personal things.

Things That Would Drive Me Crazy:

Javier Peña: Honestly, the smoking. I don't like kissing an ashtray. I get smoking was the thing but I just hate it. Even if he looks sexy while doing it. Travel sized mouthwash would be on hand.

Ezra: Probably the incessant chatter. After a while I would be begging for just ten minutes of silence. Although I get it, he's been talking to himself for a long time since Number 2 was mute. So I would hope that after a few days of answering him, the conversation would settle into a less non-stop pattern.

Mando: Not being able to read his eyes. Body language is great and all, but I like looking into someone's eyes. The old adage that it's the window to the soul and all. Especially after learning that not all Mandalorian keep their head covered at all times.

Frankie Morales: The coke usage. PTSD I can deal with (I do deal with it) but to be so irresponsible as to put your family and their safety and future at risk to get high? Oh I would have a problem with that. Especially since he acknowledges that they have a new baby. NO BUENO. Straight and narrow (minus some pot) or out the door.

Pero Tovar: Regular bathing. No stinky boys in my bed. I'm not getting a UTI because you didn't want to wash your dick. (fully aware they were traveling and didn't have a chance to bathe but there's not much else)

Agent Whiskey: The entire villain portion. The emotional immaturity as to blame everyone who uses drugs for the death of your wife. Unresolved issues there bud, and It takes a special kind of human to decide that they all deserve to die because of your wife and child's death. The only people responsible are the ones who actually were there that day.

Marcus Pike: Honestly, the eagerness. Just relax. I'm not going anywhere. Don't love bomb my ass. I get that he's confident and knows what he wants, but don't plan my life out without my input, okay?

Max Phillips: The fact that business is his focus. You're a vampire, man! Come on! Let's go out and really experience things! Fuck working an office job, especially for what is basically a sales call center. Maybe the pettiness of getting a job to spite Evan, but he did ruin his life, so I can’t really fault him for it. 

Marcus Moreno: Ohhhh this is tough. There's not a whole lot that I wouldn't put up with from this man. But, he's still wearing his wedding ring, so it tells me that he's not ready to move on. Until then, we will just be friends. I respect previous relationships way too much to demand that he move forward before he's ready.

Oberyn Martell: That impulse control issue he has. I get it, he's a prince and has not had to be reined in a lot, but goddamnit, JUST KILL HIM ALREADY!!! Don't grandstand and try to force confessions, get your revenge and fucking LIVE!!!! And listen to your paramour. 

Dave York: Am I horrible person if I said that there wasn't much? Maybe not knowing when to retreat and regroup. Think about your family, man! I get it, you want to kill McCall, but he got way too personal and in the end it was his downfall. 

Max Lord: The desire to be important. The ego. I would slap that man upside his head and remind him that he is important. To those that love him. Who cares if he isn't wealth or commanding respect from world leaders? It's perfectly okay to be a solid, respectable family man.

Zach Wellison: The chip on his shoulder at the beginning. I get it, but don't get up in my face and yell at me, mister. You can rant and rave, but the moment it's in my face, you get shut the fuck down. Other than that, nothing.

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[prolix-yuy]

Skyyyyyeeeeee I'm so happy you're diving back into some SW!Frankie, he's always so comfy to snuggle down with. And that competence kink....

Their communication gives me life, I just love showing how they're able to navigate the potentially stressful and difficult parts of their lives and come out the other side even happier than they thought.

Fuckin' Benny and the aloe vera! He 100% got the text in Home Depot and grabbed the first plant he walked past. So proud of himself too, the goober. I adore these boys.

Ohhhh dear SW!Frankie is 100% a switch, but he loves being in charge because of how much he gets off on Mr J's pleasure. But giving him that outlet to let go and bask in his own pleasure? Yes ma'am, you give it to him Ms J!

Skye, you are far too kind and sweet with your comments, I'm so happy Frankie has allowed us to bond over our mutual love of everything great about him. Thank you for reading my love, I adore you!

DARLING!! You deserve every follower and more- you and your blog are one of my fave things on our beloved hellsite. <3 <3

For my request, can I be vague? I would love any Pedro boy of your choosing with the topic Fear of Failure. Everything is your choice. If you want to talk specifics, message me <3

Congrats x

So this worked out perfectly, because @pedrito-friskito also requested Fear of Failure for SW!Frankie. While I'm writing her other prompt from her request, I still wanted to indulge in our favorite soft and feral boy. And who better to write that for than the most lovely Laura - you might have been one of the first people to scream at me about SW!Frankie and made me feel like part of this wonderful community. This one's for you, my dear, love you for always.

Flight Plan

Pairing: Francisco "Frankie" Catfish Morales x F!Reader (Ms Jackson)

Summary: Frankie takes a step in a good direction, and Ms Jackson has an important question.

Word Count: 5200

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, descriptions of male and female bodies, oral sex (m and f receiving), safe PiV sex, some thigh worship as a treat, little bit of subby!Frankie, some praise kink for our best boy, Frankie dealing with some self-worth issues, a bunch of soft angst with a lot more fluff to even it out.

Notes: Remember how I said I'd keep these requests under 2k for my sanity? How cute was that? Plus it's SW!Frankie my beloved, how can I not wax poetic on my love for him? This takes place after Rosalie, about ten months into their relationship.

Cross-posted on AO3

Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist

“Hey babe.” 

Frankie’s voice peeks in from your living room. Walking in, hands wrapped in a towel still damp from the sink, you give him a curious little look.

“Hmm?” you hum before seeing Frankie, hesitant with a stack of books on your coffee table. “What’s up?” you add, sitting down on the ottoman in front of him. He fiddles with his hands briefly, sweeping his fingers through matted locks and resettling his cap on his head.

“So I, um, I’m gonna start studying for my relicensure,” he says in a rush, like he’s been keeping it inside for so long his lips can’t contain it further. 

“Frankie, that’s fantastic,” you squeal, throwing the towel to the side and scooting next to him on the couch, a bright smile following. 

“Yeah, yeah I guess, it’s just…jeez, it’s a lot. I forgot how much reading and all I’d have to do.” He takes your hand and squeezes it briefly. “And I have to log flight hours, because I waited so long my previous hours don’t apply anymore. So I might be…really busy for a while.” He worries at the back of your hand, your smile softening.

“Hey.” You direct his attention from the books to your face. “I’m proud of you for doing this. You take all the time you need. Can I help with anything?” Frankie’s face breaks out into the beatific smile saved for very special occasions. 

“God, I love you,” he says, pulling you in for a firm kiss. You smile against his mouth.

“I’m not quitting Will’s, or anything more than getting the license back,” he clarifies when he parts from your mouth. “I just…it’s a mistake I want to rectify. And maybe I’ll get a few more years of flying private before I’m grounded…” 

“Whatever you want out of it, I’m happy you’re doing it,” you cut in, leaning into your boyfriend’s side as he squeezes you. “And don’t stress, we’ll be fine. You know where to find me.” Getting up to shut the house down for bed, Frankie darts his fingers into your back pocket and tugs you back into his arms, resting his head against your stomach.

“Right here,” he murmurs into your shirt, your fingers finding the soft sliver of skin and hair on the back of his neck.

“Right here,” you repeat fondly.

Frankie studying for his relicensure is much like how you’ve seen him engulfed in carpentry or changing the oil in his truck. He’s focused, laser-sharp. When he’s on a roll he’s fast and crazily accurate in his work and observations. You admit to yourself that if you ever saw him flying, that amazing brain and his trained body working in tandem, you might melt into a puddle of hormones. It’s all you can do to keep your hands off him when his brow is furrowed in a textbook or he’s making complex calculations look like third grade math problems. 

Will makes Frankie’s schedule more flexible so he can log his flight hours early in the morning and work in the afternoon. The boys were equally enthusiastic about his endeavor, and while you assume they don’t want to embarrass Frankie you do catch them a few times with their hands on his shoulders, giving him low words of encouragement he blushes and blunders through.

“It’s gonna be good for him,” Santi says, sipping out the dregs of his beer next to you on the sports bar’s outdoor patio. “Flying’s the only time I’ve really seen Frankie out of his own head. It gives him…relief, I think. Calm in the focus it requires. I always felt safer with Frankie flying than anyone else.” Santi nudges your shoulder with his. “You’ll see. I’m sure he’ll take you up once he’s passed.” You huff a laugh.

“Seeing him like that…hmmm, might have to keep me strapped in the back,” you say nonchalantly, and Santi coughs on his final sip.

“Shit, I don’t want to hear that!” Santi whines, spinning around to shout at Frankie across the patio, “Fish, tell your girlfriend I don’t want to know what gets you going in the bedroom!” Frankie’s ears turn a cute shade of pink and you lightly punch Santi in the pec. 

“Thought you had no secrets left after Pope’s,” you tease, Santi rolling his eyes.

“Ignorance is bliss, Ms J.”

With the studying and the flight hours, your time together does get compressed into smaller and more exhausted segments. Frankie’s up early sending you “good morning” texts before going to the airfield. He leaves work later in the evening too, and after the first few days of him going to his apartment to study you strongarm him into spending the nights with you. 

“You’ll get a home cooked meal, you can use my office which is way better than your couch and coffee table, and I promise I’ll leave you to work,” you counted off, and Frankie found it hard to argue with your logic. He brought a duffel bag of clothes and necessities the next day. You already had a spot in your closet for him, and a drawer in your dresser cleaned out. 

“Some might say you were waiting for me to stay longer than a few nights,” he joked, but you could tell from the way he stared too long at his clothes hanging next to yours that he didn’t mind the idea. 

So you fell into a comfortable rhythm over the next several weeks. Early mornings, late afternoons and evenings, dinner together even if it’s rushed, then you do the dishes and watch some TV while Frankie pores over his textboots until you urge him into bed. He’s often passed out within minutes of touching the pillow, and the soft domesticity of just sharing a bed with someone you love makes a tiny spark of a plan crackle in your mind. 

“It’s scheduled,” Frankie says before he’s even in the door. 

“What?” you ask, distracted by the food cooking on the stove. Frankie’s panting a little bit, even though he’s only walked the few steps from his truck to your front door.

“The test. Next week,” he says, and realization brightens your features. 

“Oh shit, wow, it’s almost here,” you say, but the moment you do you catch a flash of darkness across Frankie’s face. 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s…shit, it’s really close,” he murmurs. Your heart sinks.

“You’re going to do great. Look at all of the work you’ve been putting in. I know you’re going to pass.” Despite your eagerness, Frankie is working through something in his head, something deeper than you have access to right now. “C’mon, let’s have dinner, you must be starving.” You lace your fingers with his and lead him to the dining table, dishing him out a plate as he sits down heavily. 

It takes most of the meal for him to say anything, your voice filling the air with the events of your day, him following along with the appropriate noises of acknowledgement. As you’re cleaning the dishes, wrist-deep in soapy water, two thick arms circle your waist, Frankie’s head nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 

“I’m scared I’ll fuck it up like I’ve done with all the good things I’ve had,” he says into your hair. You lean back against his solid chest, warmth seeping into your bones even as the vulnerability in Frankie’s voice pulls at your heart.

“You haven’t fucked up nearly as many things as you think,” you quip back, turning your face to press a kiss to his brow. Frankie hums noncommittally. “You haven’t fucked this up,” you say, stroking your sudsy fingers along the back of his arm. He inhales your scent deeply, burying his nose behind your ear. “Couldn’t do it if you tried. You’re stuck with me for the long haul,” you add as lightly as you can, but there’s a tremor in your voice that you try to play off. Frankie definitely notices, because in a moment he’s manhandling you away from the sink and spinning you around in his arms. Once he’s got you chest-to-chest, he backs you up to the counter and pins your hips with his own.

“Don’t I know it,” he rumbles into your jaw as he captures your parted lips in a heady kiss. You moan into his mouth, senses immediately ignited. Fanning his fingers against your cheek, he holds you steady as he laves his lips and tongue along your skin. “Don’t I love it,” he adds, grabbing the meat of your ass and lifting you swiftly up to sit on the counter. “Is this the longest we’ve gone without having sex?” he groans into your chest, mouthing at your collarbone as his thumb travels up your leg to the apex of your thighs. You chuckle breathlessly, weaving your fingers into his curls and tugging them gently.

“Didn’t want to distract you, but sweetie, you are so sexy when you’re concentrating,” you rasp out, a choked noise blooming against the pillowy flesh of your breast as Frankie leaves a soft bite on the top.

“Only one thing I want to concentrate on right now,” he mumbles as he moves back up to kiss you messily, full of need and promise. Then he wraps your legs around his waist and takes you to bed, and reminds you how excellent it is to not just sleep next to Frankie. 

Watching the clock makes you anxious, so you decide to putter around in the garden and pluck some errant weeds while you wait for Frankie. His test is today, and as much as you wanted to be there to support him (even taking the day off), he asked you to stay home.

“I’m nervous enough as is. If I have to think about you waiting for me in the car it’ll just make it worse,” he said, and you couldn’t fault him for wanting space. “Plus I might need the drive to clear my head after everything. It’s a long day.” You hummed your acquiescence and stepped into his space, wrapping your arms around his soft waist and pressing your face into his chest. He smelled like fresh soap and warm laundry and the faint musk of nervous sweat. Immediately his arms were around you, taking his own breath of your hair, chest expanding under your cheek.

“You’ll call me if you need anything?” you asked, and he hummed in agreement. Pulling away you searched his face, creased with nerves but you could also see soft confidence behind it all. 

“Kiss for luck?” you suggested, and his brief chuckle and bright smile preceded his mouth slotting to yours. You fit perfectly now, months of practice and care and love making a kiss always more than just a touching of lips. It’s an I believe in you, an I’m here for you, and I know you can do it. His mouth’s response is the same two words spoken over and over again: thank you.

That was hours ago, and the waiting is coming close to driving you insane. Deep down you knew he would pass, but the tiny kernel of fear that something would go wrong still lived in your stomach. Dirt and sunlight helped push it down for the time being.

You’re on your second bed, gloves abandoned so you could feel out the delicate roots of the infringing weed, when a slamming door startles you. Perking up out of the tomato plants, you listen. Footsteps are approaching, and quickly. Before you have a chance to stand the back screen door bursts open, and Frankie is practically leaping through it. He peers around before whipping his head to you, your head at waist level as you look up at him. You dare not react, waiting for what the next moment will bring.

Frankie smiles, and it’s sunshine after weeks of clouds.

“I did it,” he says breathlessly, and your own smile joins. 

“You did it,” you gasp, and a wash of relief threatens to spring tears to your eyes. “I knew…” you start to say, but Frankie interrupts by barreling you over and flattening you against the grass, shrieking laughter following. He crushes you in his arms, letting out his own fit of relieved laughter. You wind your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, letting him settle between your legs. 

“I’m so happy for you, Frankie,” you murmur into the top of his head, squeezing him tightly. He finally lets up his tight hold, planting both hands by your head to hover over you. His silhouette glows with the strength of the sun behind him, and he descends to kiss you slowly, languidly, parting your lips to dip his tongue into your mouth and slide it against your own. He takes his time, peppering kisses along your neck and chest before returning to claim your mouth again.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he husks, coming down on his elbows so he can stroke your temple and watch you with an adoration you don’t feel you deserve.

“You did all the hard work,” you joke, kissing his thick thumb as he swipes it over your mouth. Shrugging and quirking a lopsided smile, he cups the back of your neck.

“True, you definitely don’t know how to fly a helo,” he snarks, and you giggle and push at his shoulder. “But you did keep me fed, and rested, and supported. I needed that, and it helped a lot.” The world shrinks down to just you and Frankie, tangled up on your lawn with ants probably crawling on your clothes and dirt crammed under your fingernails. You fit together so completely you can barely remember the life you had before him. 

“Screw it,” you say, taking his free hand and lacing your fingers together. “I was going to wait until after the celebration -” Frankie’s eyebrows shoot up at that, but you give him a ‘wait’ gesture so he holds his tongue. “- but I don’t want to wait another minute.” Frankie’s brow wrinkles, his thumb stroking against your skin absentmindedly. 

“I want you to move in with me.”

Frankie’s first reaction is a quick laugh, his confusion morphing to surprise, then happiness that warms you all over.

“I…shit, babe, yeah. Yeah I really want to move in with you.” He drops his head to touch your foreheads together, gathering you back into his embrace. “Want to walk in that door and never leave again,” he murmurs close to your ear. 

“Please do,” you whisper back. “Please never leave.”

“Never again.”

A quick text sent when Frankie finally lets you up brings the boys around for a much-needed celebration. Santi arrives first, carting a thirty rack of beer and a bottle of whiskey with a hasty bow tied around it. They talk low and warmly while you dump ice in a cooler and begin heating the backyard grill Frankie begged you to get. The idea of him out here during the summer, shirt sticking to his back as you watch him from a lawn chair, makes you smile secretly.

“Nice digs you got here, Ms Jackson, why don’t you ever host the shindigs?” Santi asks as he lopes over to greet you. 

“Maybe we will now that Frankie’ll be here more,” you say with a sly smile. Santi’s face lights up.

“You’re kidding me? Fish is finally moving in?” You wink at him.

“I guess we’re in it for the long haul now,” you joke, and after a laugh from Santi he pulls you into a hug.

“I’m so glad for you both. Frankie loves you so much, and we love you too,” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Love you too, Santi,” you say, crushed in his bracing hug. 

Benny and Will come a half hour later, Will with the grill supplies and Benny with an aloe plant.

“For the housewarming. Santi texted,” he says, handing it to Frankie. 

“You brought a fucking houseplant to a party?” Frankie asks with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s what you do when someone moves into a new place! You get them a plant!”

“I haven’t moved in yet, dipshit. Plus where the hell did you even get this?” 

You sweep in and take the aloe plant from Frankie, placing it on a side table near the front window.

“It’s lovely, Benny, thank you,” you placate, ending the ribbing with hugs for both the Miller brothers. 

“See, I told you,” Benny murmurs as you walk away stifling a laugh. 

The day winds into an evening on your porch, string lights illuminating everyone’s faces with a soft orange glow. You contemplate your backyard and where you might be able to add a firepit of your own, maybe some adirondack chairs. Will joins you in leaning against the railing as Benny rapid-fires questions about the test at Frankie.

“You know, we could all get used to this,” Will says, waving his bottle at the scene around you. “Maybe we switch off weekends. Make Frankie cook for a change.” You nod and sip at your beer, the glow of good food and conversation lifting the blanket of anxiety the last few weeks laid over your shoulders.

“I’d like that. I think Frankie would too,” you say. Will’s stoic expression cracks and one of the lucky smiles you pull out of him comes to the surface.

“Good, because I’m tired of Benny saying he’ll do cleanup and then fucking off,” he faux grumbles. You shake your head as Santi balances a box of grocery store brownies over to the table and swats Frankie’s hand away when he tries to snag one first.

“I think a little mess is worth it for all this,” you reply thoughtfully. Will hums in agreement.

Santi, Will and Benny leave earlier than you thought they would, most barbecues ending late in the evening. Though you think it might have been the pointed stares you catch Frankie doling out that urges them to take their leave early. 

You were just placing the last of the dishes in the sink when Frankie comes up behind you, tugging you away from the counter and scooping you up in his arms and towards the bedroom.

“Ohhh, so this is why you practically swept our friends out the door,” you whisper in his ear, nipping at the lobe playfully. He groans low in his throat before tossing you onto the bed, following quickly to pin your wrists above your head, hips slotted between your thighs. 

“I don’t hear you complaining,” he teases, nosing down your jaw and neck before leaving a hot kiss at the base of your throat. “Been wanting to celebrate just the two of us for hours.” 

“Could have celebrated before the boys got here,” you flirt back, wrapping your legs around his waist to feel his hardening cock against you. He buries a little moan in your chest as he licks underneath your neckline. 

“Not enough time,” he murmurs, lifting back up to look you in the eyes. His pupils are blown out with need, lips parted and tongue peeking out to taste your salt on his skin. “I want to take my time ruining you in our bed, sweetheart.” The thrill of his emphasis on our makes you roll your hips against him. “Want to break this headboard so I can make you a new one,” he chuckles darkly.

“Soon,” you placate before rolling him onto his back, the oomf of surprise his only protest as you straddle his narrow hips and press down on his broad chest. “But tonight, I want you to lie back and enjoy yourself.” The rumble that reverberates through his chest tingles down your spine and into the cradle of your hips, making you grind against him again. “And to start, I’m going to undress you.”

Your fingers slide under Frankie’s band shirt, skimming along his soft stomach as he tenses below you. His smile twists into the playful wicked one he brings out when he’s letting you have your way but will take control back any minute. Hands kneading your thighs, he drinks in your visage as you tease his shirt over his head. When he tries to bring his hands back to your hips you press them beside his head.

“I said this was about you tonight, handsome,” you tut, draping your body along his thrumming one below you. Pinning his hands in the pillow, you kiss along his scruffy jawline, burying your nose in his wild curls and brushing your lips along the shell of his ear.

“You’re going to keep your hands here, and let me finish undressing you. Then I’m going to ride your gorgeous cock until you can’t stand it any longer and you cum hard for me.” 

Frankie honest-to-goodness whines and the sound, so foreign coming from his throat, makes arousal pulse dangerously in your cunt. You’re so used to him driving the show, being the one in charge of your pleasure, that this reversal is making a heady sort of power go to your head. You roll your clothed core against his straining erection slowly, the friction eliciting a raspy gasp.

“Is that a yes, gorgeous boy?” you tease, and Frankie’s groaned yes makes you clench against his waiting cock. Sitting back up on his trim hips, Frankie does indeed keep his hands by his head, but grips the soft folds of the pillow. Another rock of your hips has him squeezing his eyes shut and sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, and you’re absolutely soaked as he weakly thrusts up against you.

“Baby, you feel so good,” he croaks out, already wrecked and your slow progression kicks into overdrive. You swing your leg off his hips and quickly unbutton and unzip his jeans. Two taps to his hip has him lifting them so you can tug the denim down his tense thighs. Your mouth waters as he lays bare before you, eyes peeling back open to watch you with curiosity and lust.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful, taking charge. Love you like this,” he pants, the glistening head of his cock thumping against his stomach and leaving a wet stain below his bellybutton. The urge to claim Frankie, to feel him beneath your teeth and listen to more of those delicious sounds takes over. Leaning over, you sink your teeth gently into his thigh, lapping your tongue over the fast-disappearing grooves you leave.

“Oh shit, baby, fuck, fuck me, that feels so…” Frankie dissolves into another low groan as your mouth explores the oft-neglected flesh, hand wrapping around his cock to pump him slowly as you taste his skin. One particularly daring suck on his inner thigh, similar to the hickies he’s left between your legs, makes him shake and shudder so hard you store that spot away for later.

“Baby, baby, please let me feel you. Want to open you up for me, sweetheart, get you ready for my cock, god fuck baby, I’m so fucking hard, you’ve got me so goddamn hard for you,” Frankie starts to babble, hips rolling into the slow channel of your hand as your mouth skims along its path to the aching tip of his cock. When you look up at him, Frankie’s mouth is dropped open in silent amazement, eyes half-lidded and a sheen of sweat gathering at his throat. His arms are corded with tense muscles as he fists his hands beside his head, fabric creaking in his grip

“Good boy,” you croon, and the deep flush that brings to his complexion makes him even more beautiful. You smile sweetly up at him before sliding as much of his cock into your mouth as you can take.

“Ohhhhh fuck,” Frankie moans as you liberally coat him with your spit, dragging it down his length and suckling at his plush tip as he lets multilingual curses drip from his lips. You can feel his balls pulling up fast, his eyes rolling back at the speed his orgasm is approaching, and just as you sense him coming to the point of no return, his toes curling and back bowing, you grip the base of his cock and take your mouth off him.

Frankie’s vocalizations are barely short of a roar, rough gasps and growls as you stave off his orgasm. His eyes flick down to capture yours and oh, this is a side of Frankie you love. Roiling with sexual energy, desperate to rut and fuck and pound into your waiting cunt. You love that you’ve brought this side out all by yourself.

“Ready for me to fuck you, Francisco?” you purr, a very different fuck yes coming through clenched teeth this time. It takes all of a moment to straddle his hips again, fishing a condom out of the bedside drawing and rolling it on him with practiced ease before pumping his thick wet cock just at your entrance. There’s a brief flash of concern on his face, grip loosening in the blankets.

“Baby, let me get you ready for me,” he murmurs, a hand drifting down to your folds. Before he can touch you shoot him a stern look, halting his progress. 

“Hands. By. Your head,” you order in staccato, waiting for him to comply. “As much as I love how thorough you are before giving me your fucking perfect cock…” You pause just long enough to seat his head inside you, your arousal and saliva slicking the way beautifully. “...I want to feel every inch of you stretch me out, Frankie. Want to feel so stuffed with you I can barely breathe. That okay with you, baby?” you ask. A third, weak yes is what begins your descent.

You thought it might be harder to take him, your cunt too tight around his thick length, but you’re practically dripping with arousal, and the stretch of him inside you is a blooming of pleasure. Shallowing fucking youself, you finally engulf him fully in your heat.

“Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck, shit baby, you’re so fucking tight, are you okay? Oh my god, I’m gonna…I’m barely inside and I’m gonna…fuck, baby, you’re gonna have to get off, it’s too good, I’m gonna cum if you don’t…” Frankie begs, eyes scrunched shut and mouth hanging open as he pants and squirms between your thighs. You’ve never felt so beautiful and powerful than this moment, Frankie pleading beneath you as you hold his pleasure in the palm of your hand.

“Francisco,” you coo, pressing down harder on his hips to pin him to the mattress. “You’re going to have to wait until I tell you to cum. I’m going to have my fill of you first.” His shuddering breath lets you know he’s trying his best. When he finally opens his eyes and looks at you, your wicked smile shoots his eyebrows into his curls.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps before you start fucking him in earnest. 

You’ve ridden Frankie’s cock many times before, but he always likes to hold your hips, your waist, fondle your thighs and breasts as he thrusts up into you, giving you a modicum of control before wrecking you from below. Now, he’s shaking and writhing in waves of pleasure as you give and take in equal measures. His head drags past that perfect soft spot inside you, your fingers itching to rub your clit but intent on making Frankie fall apart first. He’s so close, neck straining as he simultaneously chases his peak and staves it off, his eyes questioning and locked on your lips. The flex of his stomach, the bulge of his biceps, veins standing out on his hands as he holds on for dear life, all make you rush to give him what he wants. You could never deny Frankie for long.

“You want to cum gorgeous?” you pant, the exertion beginning to burn in your thighs but the buttery wetness too addicting to stop. 

“Please, baby, I want…” Frankie moans, a deep grind inside your cunt knocking the words from his mouth. “Please, please, please baby.”

Your heart swells, dropping down to lick into Frankie’s mouth as he chases your kiss hungrily. 

“You can cum, baby, been such a good boy for me,” you whisper. Frankie moans into your mouth and pistons his hips up and into the sucking clutch of your cunt. It knocks the air out of you, arching your back and slamming back against him to drive him deeper.

“Baby please, want to cum with you on my tongue. Climb up, climb up, climb up,” Frankie growls, hands finally releasing from the pillow and wrapping around your thighs. With a grunt he pushes you up his chest as he slides down until his mouth is devouring your cunt. 

“Frankie, shit baby, wanted you to cum inside,” you try to say, but he’s sucking at the wet mess of your folds and lashing his tongue against your clit so fast you can’t help but rock on his face. One hand releases your thigh and you hear the elastic snap of the condom being ripped off. The slick sounds of him stripping his cock behind you pulls your orgasm to the surface, Frankie’s own so close behind you can almost taste it as sharply as he’s tasting you.

“Cum on my face, sweetheart, need it,” Frankie growls between your legs, wild brown eyes and a flash of teeth all you can see before he sucks your clit into his plush mouth and tongues messy thick patterns that pull you over the edge.

You’re vaguely aware of Frankie’s own moans, the wet spurt of cum painting your ass and lower back. Miraculously, your hands find the headboard so you don’t crush him as you rock and shudder on his waiting mouth. When you can open your eyes again, Frankie’s head is tossed back on the pillow, hands splayed on your thighs and squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers. 

“Fuck, that was so good baby,” Frankie rasps, torso rolling underneath you as he flips you on your back. You go willingly, limbs only able to flop gracelessly to the mattress as Frankie crawls up to your level. 

“We’re celebrating, aren’t we? Had to make it special,” you chuckle as Frankie drags you into his arms, yours and his cum making you sticky in the sheets. You’ll have to change them tomorrow. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a moment with you that wasn’t special,” Frankie murmurs, cupping your cheek and softly kissing you, the taste of you still bright on his tongue. 

“Oooh, that was smooth,” you huff, but it barely stops the soft exchange of lips and breath. 

“Better get used to it, I’m going to be around a lot more now,” Frankie teases. His smile betrays how happy that makes him. “Anything I should know before we’re officially roommates?” You roll your eyes, curling one of his brown locks around your fingers.

“Wednesdays are my show nights, and you are not allowed to change the channel,” you say sternly, the twinkle of mischief glistening in his eyes. “There is always a pint of ice cream in the back of the freezer. And,” you say, snuggling in closer to his expanse of warm, soft skin that always belonged in this bed with you, “I want you to kiss me good night and good morning.”

Frankie’s gaze softens, stroking the apple of your cheek with his thumb as your eyes pull shut.

“I can do that.”

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