#sharkbaits 200

[sharkbait77]

SWEET WONDERFUL ANGEL! Congratulations on 200, you talented darling 💗 you deserve every little bit of love on this planet! Sending big hugs!

There’s no rush with this, so take your time and enjoy mama time 💗 HC request for what he’d do for their first anniversary, pretty please? With Whiskey? When you can! 🥰 I’m feeling fluffy as fuck today and have a craving for my cowboy 😌

Congratulations again angel! Forever in awe of you! 💗 foli xo

FOLI MY SWEET!!! ♥️♥️♥️ Thank you so much for being the kindest angel to me since the beginning, you have been such a huge part of the reason I am even comfortable to do things like this! Pls baby omg I am in awe of you!! Making me cry over here wow 🥺 I love you so much & I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Food, alcohol, language, nonexplicit seggsy times, fluffffff

Jack usually leaves the cooking to you; he's not too keen with the stove, always leaving the flame on too high or too low, over or under cooking just enough for the dish to be inedible. He prefers the grill, steaks and chicken and kebabs are his forte. You don't mind taking over the kitchen; you've grown up with a distinct palate and have fun creating new dishes here and there. Jack is happy to just be standing next to you, sipping on his whiskey while patting your ass every so often and being your taste tester.

But your one year anniversary is coming up and he wants to do something special. And what's more special than a homecooked meal made by yours truly? One other than from the grill. He just prays to each and every god that he doesn't fuck this one up.

You both took the day and the day after off work, wanting to spend all hours of the day and night celebrating and not have to worry about getting up early the next day. Jack wakes up and plants your face with kisses, his mustache tickling the skin of your cheek until you rise.

"Mornin' baby. Happy anniversary," he smiles, moving his ministrations to your neck.

"Happy anniversary, my love."

You can't help the huge smile on your face, running your fingers through his soft, brown hair that he has yet to gel down. You start off with a shower together, his body pressing yours into the cold tiles as he shows you how much he loves you using his hips. He tells you to get ready in comfortable clothes and drives you to the East Kentucky Science Center and Planetarium. He remembers you had told him you loved anything to do with space, so he wanted to surprise you and learn more about it himself all at once.

You bounce in your seat and Jack couldn't be more happy to see you so excited. If he were to accomplish one goal for today, it would be to see that gorgeous smile on your face, prettier than any star they were about to see. For lunch, you stop by one of your favorite food trucks. "Nothing else compares to food made in a restaurant on wheels", you would say. You hold his trim waist in your arms as you wait for your order, your chin resting on his chest as you gaze up at him.

"What's up, darlin'? I know I'm handsome, but didn't your momma tell you it's not polite to stare?" He chuckles and winks.

"Nothing, Jack. I love you, is all."

He smirks and cranes his neck to press your lips together, whispering his love right back to you.

Later on, after a shared banana split, he takes you back home and tells you he's cooking dinner tonight. He sees the slight fear flash through your eyes and he barks out a laugh.

"I've got this, sugar. You be my taste tester tonight."

The roles have reversed now: Jack stands at the stove wearing your '50s style apron while you stand off to the side, leaning against the counter while you sip on a glass of wine. Every so often, Jack walks away to take sips from his whiskey glass and while he does, you try to step in front of the stove to make sure everything is going smoothly.

"Ah ah!" He chides. "You scoot your pretty self back over there; I told you, I got this."

You giggle and return to your post. You have to admit though, it smells great. Once he's sure everything is done correctly, he portions the pasta onto plates, laying the lemon garlic shrimp right on top. He kept it simple for tonight, not wanting to disappoint if he went overboard and missed the mark.

The look on your face says it all when you take a bite. Surprise, delight, love. He smiles and mentions he took a cooking class to help him get better acquainted with the stove. After dinner, he pulls out the chocolate covered strawberries he had specially made for you. He's barely able to feed you one, though, before you're moving dessert to the bedroom.

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[yukheid]

🐰get to know me (music edition)🐰

tagged by: @ttaems 💓

rules: answer the questions below so your followers can get to know you a little better and tag any blogs you also want to get to know better.

let’s start with something easy! what’s your name: bethie

any nicknames: bee, peaches, sharkbait

and how do you identify/what pronouns do you prefer: she/her

how tall are you: 5′11″/ 181cm

time for you now: 10:07am

astrological sign: gemini

what is the meaning behind your blog name: vaporwave aes + wayv

favourite kpop artists! as many as you stan: nct, red velvet, seventeen, monsta x, dean, plt, zico, block b, iu, exid, day6 ( I have a list on my blog’s about me page 💖 )

five of your favourite kpop songs, if you can/if you stan, choose more than one group (bonus points for linking them so your followers can listen!):

200% love - akmu

sherlock ( clue + note ) - shinee

#cookie jar - red velvet

rollin - brave girls

wake up - nct 127

what kpop song did you last listen to: one of those nights - key

favourite kpop music video: now or never - sf9

who are your top five bias wreckers: mark, seulgi, jeonghan, young k, wonho

last but not least! post a photo of your top biases:

( they could murder me and I’d come back to life to say thank you )

tagging: @lattejaemin, @citrusicheng, @slutual and @leaderkun 💗

[airship-full-of-dragons]

*cough*

in light of the 200 followers tho, let me say one thing to y’all

thanks

(I s2g I can be doing this for years and I’m still the same nervous wreck as before)

FR is the only context where I’m brave enough to share my writing? Nonetheless, I’m still super self-aware of every single mistake I find while editing after posting and the fact that most of my english grammar is passively learned and has it’s gaps and MANY MORE COMPLAINTS to my writing from myself but shush the list would be long and it’d just feed my anxiety you don’t want to read that. And combined with my (next to none) self-esteem, it’s nearly a miracle that I’m chucking what my brain is yelling at me that it’s sharkbait into what my brain is yelling at me that are shark-infested waters... Every single like, reblog, show of support, anything is incredibly helpful. Hey, somebody likes the thing you made. Maybe it’s not as terrible as you thought.

While with drawing I’m a bit more experienced in just going ‘OKAY WHATEVER BRAIN, SHUT UP AND LET’S JUST CHUCK IT OUT INTO THE VOID’, it still occasionally leaves me absolutely baffled when people like my art. Esp. when somebody likes it enought to pay me virtual currency for coloring a drawing I did (I’m still not over the fact that my adopt shop seems to be functioning), somebody uses a drawing I did for them as their avatar etc.

You guys?? thank you all a lot.

also; thanks for putting up with my occasional terrible shitposts

[thenearsightedmonkey]

Dear Students,

 It is getting closer. And closer. And soon we will begin our time together.

Before we meet, you’ll need to gather the following things and bring them with you on the first day of class, and you’ll also have to choose a class name for yourself.  (There is information about that at the end of this document)

 Our classroom, the Comics Room, is 6131 Humanities. If you don’t know where it is, you might want to give yourself some extra time to find it on the first day. The Humanities building can be confusing.  The Comics Room is on the 6th floor. Find the elevator and turn right when you get off on six. Go all the way down the hall find the door with sparkling silver fringe hanging over the doorway.  Dig it! You made it!

I look forward to seeing you in 3-D very soon.

Sincerely,

Professor Skeletor  (AKA Lynda Barry)

PART 1: CLASS SUPPLIES

-One three ring binder, 2 to 3 inch spine – no smaller, no larger.

-100 heavy weight plastic sheet protectors, already loaded into the binder.

Please do not get economy weight and make sure the plastic sheets are already in the binder before you walk into our classroom. This binder will be where your work will be kept throughout the semester. The binder stays in the classroom.

- A roll of scotch tape – the kind used to wrap gifts.

- 12 Black Papermate Flair pens, medium point.  Item number: PA8430152

Order a dozen of them. They are inexpensive, they have beautiful black ink, but they tend run out quickly so you’ll need a box.  Just so you know, they can be difficult to find if you wait until at the last minute.

 -12 Uniball Vision Stick Roller Ball Pens, Fine Point, Black ink  Item #60126

Order a dozen. IMPORTANT Note: Get the one with the light gray body.  That’s the Fine point.  Don’t get the ‘Micro’ point – which has darker gray body.  Don’t get the ‘Vision Elite’ which has a white body. These can also be difficult to find if you wait until the last minute.

-200 3x5 index cards, lined on one side, blank on the other

-200 4x6 index cards, lined on one side, blank on the other

-Three small glue sticks (like Elmers or UHU)

-8-pack Crayola Twistable crayons – not that hard to find and inexpensive but resist the urge to buy more than the 8 pack for now.

- BOOK:  Cartooning: Philosophy and Practice

Ivan Brunetti

Yale University Press 2011

ISBN 9780300170993

Sometimes they have it used at the bookstore but don’t wait until the last minute to find out.

 PART TWO :  CHOOSE YOUR CLASS NAME

 In our class we all go by class names of our choosing rather than our given names.  We’ll use our class names for the entire semester. You are free to tell each other your given names of course, but in class we will call you by the name you’ve chosen.

 You can pick the name of a character that exists in myth or fiction or even non-fiction, like Medusa or Shrek or Ruth Bader Ginsberg. You can choose to name yourself after an ‘entity’ of some sort, like NASA or Russian Dash Cam or Belvidere Plaza.

 You can choose a character of any gender, from any point in time.  Think of a name that you’d to hear said out loud a lot over the semester. For example, one semester I was Professor Chewbacca and I was so happy whenever anyone said my name. I’ve also been Professor Old Skull,  Professor Sluggo,  Professor Hebdo,  Professor Drogo? Professor Squirrelhead, Professor SETI, Professor Yeti, and Professor Mario Andretti.

 At the end of the semester your name will be retired. You’ll be able to use it again, but no other student will be able to use it in the future. On the attached sheet are all the names that are retired.  If the name you want to use is already on this list, you’ll have to find a new one.

 Please note: If you cannot decide on a class name, you’ll be given the name of an American president and will go by that name for the whole semester.  

(I’m assigning them in order and George Washington and John Adams have been used,  next up are Thomas Jefferson, James Madison and James Monroe. )

 PS: Our classroom, the Comics Room, is 6131 Humanities. If you don’t know where it is, you might want to give yourself some extra time to find it on the first day. The Humanities building can be confusing.  The Comics Room is on the 6th floor. Find the elevator and turn right when you get off on six. Go all the way down the hall find the door with sparkling silver fringe hanging over the doorway.  Dig it! You made it!

 RETIRED NAMES of FORMER CLASS MEMBERS

(drum roll, shot of Wild Turkey)

 A

Akira

Altair Ibn La’ahad

Ambrose

Amethyst

Amygdala

Arabella

Arya Stark

Ash

Auntie Whispers

Avatar Roku

 B

Baby Porkchop

Baubo

Beatrix Kiddo

Bees?

Ben BagBag

Bender

Bezdomny

Big Boss

Bjork

Bluto

Bootsy

Brain Stem

Bulma

 C

Captain Haddock

Captain Underpants

Carmen San Diego

Cerebellum

Cerebral Cortex

Chef Boyardee

Chase Carver

Companion Cube

Count Chocula

Corpus Callosum

Charlie Hebdo

Chewbacca

 D

Daddy Radish

Danger Mouse

Daria

Dick Grayson

Director Flossy

Dolomite

Dorothy Darlying

Dr.Bronner

Dr. Girlfriend

Dr. Hibbleton

Dr. Jones

Drogo

 E

Eeyore

Eliza Thornberry

EVE(nings)

 F

Falada

Fay AtoMz

Felicity Merriman

Fenrir

Free Willy

Freida Ca$hflow

Frontal Lobe

 G

G.K.

Garlic Jr.

George Washington

Ginger

Gray

Green Puppy

Godzilla

Gorilla Grodd

Gort

Gravelord Nito

Grundy

 H

Haiku

Hal 9000

Hallelujah Jones

Harper Row

Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden

Hello Kitty

Hermione Granger

Hippo

Hippocamus

Homoerotic Subtext in Space

Honeybee

Huck Finn

Hunca Munca

Hydra

Hypatia

Hypothalamus

 I

Invader Skoodge

Inspector Gadget

Istanbul

 J

John Adams

Judee

Juju

 K

Kal El

Kali Kugelman

Kitty Foreman

Kiwi Jean

Knuckles Hemingway

 L

LMNOP

Lady Amalthea

Lapis Lazuli

Levi

Linus

Little Nemo

Little My

Lil Hot Stuff

Lireal

Live Harmless Reptiles

Lois Lane

Lore

Lord Zuko

Lucy Lou

Luna Lovegood

Lutra Lutra

Lymbic System

 M

Mafalda

Mako

Martha Stewart

Mary Poppins

Maya the Bee

Meelo

Mighty Manfred

Mighty Mouse

Monkey King

Mordechai

Mr. Bumpy

Mr. November

 N

 Nala

Neko

Nikki Minaj

Noqi

NoraEphron

Nostalgia

 O

Obelix

Octopus Carwash

Old Skull

Optimus Prime

Orange Marmelade

 P

Party Peanut

Peanut

Percy

Pegasus

Pigpen

Pigwidgeon

Pippi Longstocking

Pons

Prefrontal Cortex

Princess Bubblegum

Princess Leia

Princess Lolly

 Q

Quailman

 R

Raspberry Beret

Rattlesnake Master

Raven

Regina Phalange

Regular Sized Rudy

Robin Hood

Rose Quartz

Rosie the Riveter

Roz

 S

Santa Claus

Scott Pilgrim

Scout

SELCO

Sharkbait

Sherlock Holmes

Skeeter

Skeletor

Smaug

Smiley Bone

Snoopy

Space Dandy

Spethjasu

Spinal Cord

Spinelli

Spot

Stevie Beach

Stevanni

Stoibenator

Storm

Stritchy

Stella Luna

Squid

Squilliam Fancison

Squirrelhead

Starfire

Super One Foods

Sweet JP

 T

Taco John

Tank Girl

Temporal Lobe

Terra

Thalamus Wong

The Buffalo

The Girl

The Princess Anistasia

The Shmoo

The Spirit

Tigger

Toes

Trace Lactose

Twilight Sparkle

 U

 V

Vanth

Vicki Minaj

Vincent Brooks

Visual Cortex

 W

Waldo

Wilder

Woodstock

Wyoming

 X

Y

Z

Zef

Zenyatta

Zola

Zorba

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[sharkbait77]

Can I please request an HC for when their partner is super stressed and then breaks down cause she burns dinner? With maybe Whiskey, Marcus Pike or Pero?

Ohhh my heart! Ugh I would love to do Whiskey or Marcus but I think I'm gonna go with Pero for this one! It's my first time writing him & most likely will be OOC plus it's modern times 😅

Warnings: Food, language, hurt, fluff

Work has been unusually rough lately, her boss has been on her case for this project even though she's told him several times she needs extra people for the job (which he refuses to give in to, further causing stress)

Pero can sense it; he knows her well enough to see when she's on the brink, yet she doesn't talk to him about it. She doesn't want to cause him stress either, plus she has a strict "work stays at work" policy. He knows not to press further and just lets her know she can speak to him about anything.

Tonight, she's attempting to make some new dish that she has been wanting to make for a while. She likes cooking; it's an escape for her, so despite all the times Pero offers to help, she turns him away because she just needs that quiet time.

But the sauce is separating, the rice came out soggy, the shrimp rubbery, and she's forgotten the garlic bread that she left in the oven with no timer, so now the smell of burnt bread is flowing through the house.

She feels it, that last little button in her patience has been pressed, and when Pero comes around the corner, his eyes catch her on the ground, her knees to her chest as she holds her face in her hands & silently cries. He immediately rushes to her, prying her hands off her face to figure out what's wrong.

"Mi cielo, please tell me what's wrong - no, don't say 'nothing', it's not nothing if you are crying like this."

"I've just been stressed at work with this project, my boss is an asshole, and now I've fucked up dinner and I just feel like I can't do anything right," the words spill out of her with her tears.

Pero frowns; he wishes she had just told him in the first place, but this isn't the time for him to say 'I told you so'. He stands and shuts off the stove and turns off the oven, turning back to her and reaching his arms out to help her off the floor.

"Mi alma, you are the hardest working woman I know, apart from my mamá, and any challenge you are faced with you have been able to overcome. I know it might not seem like it now, but you will make it past this one too and it will be great. Fuck your boss, you do what you need to do in your own time."

She looks up at him, a fresh batch of tears rolling down her face and her lip quivers as she thinks how lucky she is to have him here to ground her when she spirals.

"No llores amor, please," he says while wiping her big tears away with his thumbs. "Come, forget about dinner, I will order your favorite from that Thai place, okay? We'll sit on the couch and watch your girly movies. Then, when you feel better, you can tell me about your project and I will try to help, okay?"

She nods and he places a kiss on her forehead and settles her on the couch before grabbing his phone and ordering the food while she finds a movie that they can both watch together.

Well, this came out a little more like a ficlet, but I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for being my first request! ♥️♥️♥️

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[sharkbait77]

If you could, could I get a HC for Ezra or Whiskey helping you through the loss of a pet?

Of course love! (I'm so sorry if this is what you're going through now, I hope this helps even the slightest ♥️)

Warnings: Death of a loved one, hurt, comfort, food, alcohol

The time that you had been dreading has arrived. The day you would have to say goodbye to your little companion. While you knew you would have to suffer this day eventually, no amount of preparation could ready you for when it actually came.

Jack knows all about loss, human and animal alike. He's lost his fair share of pets as a child, not to mention the loss of his loves. So he knows that those cliche words of comfort won't do much to help in this moment. It's like a bandaid on a bullet wound.

Instead, he holds you in his arms in bed while you let wave after wave of grief rush through you. In your quiet moments, he reminisces on his favorite memories with the little creature, feeling somewhat better when you join in and laugh at some of the shenanigans your friend would get into.

The days pass and you find trouble adjusting to the new norm, not having someone relying on you for food and water and it hits you again in a whole new way. But Jack is right there, right by your side and ready to hold you as you cry, scream, do whatever you need to do to release the pain you're feeling.

He cooks you food, brings you his flask of whiskey when you need something to take the edge off, but keeping a close eye on you that you aren't going overboard. He rubs your feet and draws your baths, helping you undress and step into the tub. He doesn't say no when you ask him to join you, and a whole new level of intimacy is reached between you two during this time.

As time goes on, the waves hit you less and less and you feel proud of yourself that you were able to make it past the immense anguish you felt. The pain is still there, but now you can look at pictures of your pet and smile, happy and feeling blessed you were able to have them as a part of your life, even for a short while.

Jack comes home with a custom picture frame, a print of you and your pet behind the glass and their name etched in the silver. You cry once more, but it's more out of awe and admiration that Jack did this just for you and hasn't judged you once for being so emotional over a pet.

"They're family, too, darlin'. As much as you and I."

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[sharkbait77]

I cannot remember if I sent you a request for my fave boy, Whiskey. If I did - disregard this message.

If I didn’t, can I get a soft, sweet Whiskey consoling me after I’ve received some bad news? (Today is the 11th anniversary of me finding out my Mom had Lymphoma and it still hits me hard. I lost her just a few months later.)

I'm so sorry my love. We talked about this personally & please don't feel bad for asking me! Writing can be so therapeutic in more ways than one & this was one of those times, scout's honor ♥️

Those of you that want to continue reading, please keep the warnings in mind.

Warnings: Death of a parent, grief, angst, hurt, comfort

It was a slap in the face. Actually – it felt more like a train crashing into you. The moment you heard the news, your world stopped. In a way, it did. The world, the life, as you knew it split off into a new reality that you weren't sure you were ready to face.

You turned into Jack's strong body; strength he wished he could pass to you as he felt you go limp in his arms. If he were to be completely honest with himself, he didn't know how to console you. When he lost his loves, he was the one being consoled by everyone. Sometimes it helped, sometimes it didn't.

"I... I don't know what to do darlin'. 'Sides giving my condolences."

"Just hold me, Jack."

So he did. Instead of saying anything, he just held you. Held you as you shook, cried, screamed.

While you were busy making sure everyone else around you, the rest of your family, was okay and taken care of, he was there to make sure you were okay. That you were drinking water and eating, despite your claims that you weren't thirsty or hungry.

At night, Jack keeps you close to his chest, petting your head with his warm palm and letting you soak his chest with the tears you've been holding in throughout the day. All he can do is whisper his love for you, how he will never be anywhere else other than here with you.

When the time comes, Jack is there, holding on to you as your wails turned to sobs to soft cries. He settles you on the couch when your fatigue finally overpowers your body and he sleeps on the floor just below you, ready at a moment's notice to help you with whatever you need.

They say time heals all wounds. Maybe so for the superficial, but when you've been cut to your very core, it's a wound that never closes. Like a tube of toothpaste squeezed completely empty, the contents spilt all over the counter and impossible to go back in its container.

As the days, weeks, months pass, you let yourself go through the stages at your own pace, letting Jack know exactly what you needed from him and when. He wanted to be at your side constantly, but he respected when you told him you just need some time alone.

At the end of the day, though, you're always wrapped up in his arms and you let him tell you words of comfort that he has so struggled to say since the beginning.

"They're everywhere, hon. From the ripples in the lake to the breeze kissing your cheek. They find little ways to show us they're still here. It hurts, I know it does, and that hurt won't ever just vanish, sugar. It doesn't ever get any easier, you just get stronger, baby. We go on the way life intends because we owe it to them. They don't want to see you cry. I've got you, I always will."

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[sharkbait77]

can i request Frankie comforting you after the loss of a parent? even if that parent wasn't the nicest? love you bb

Aw love! Most absolutely ♥️ Thank you for being so supportive all the time & your friendship truly means so much to me & I will cherish it forever ♥️ love you!

Warnings: Death of a parent, grief, angst, hurt, comfort, language, shooting range

For many, losing a loved one is like losing a part of you, an extension of yourself. But when that connection is already strained in the first place, how are you supposed to feel? While the rest of your family cries because they're gone now, you cry because you've essentially lost something that you never really had in the first place.

Frankie maybe doesn't know personally how you feel, but he had been there through it all, saw every strand between that relationship snap and he saw the hurt it caused you. He wished desperately that he could take it away, but it was always there, like a lingering ghost.

Frankie doesn't know what else to do other than hold you tight, let you stretch out the fabric of his shirt from how tight you have it balled in your fists as you cry.

"I'm so fucking mad, Frankie," you say while the hot tears flow down your face.

"I know, baby. It's okay to be angry. Be pissed off at them. For however long you need to be."

Frankie distracts you as best as he can; he'll take you to the boxing club and let Benny teach you some moves so you can release that energy using your fists.

If you're comfortable with it, he'll take you to the shooting range, because sometimes for him, it's a good way to practice breathing, focusing your mind on something other than the pain.

But mostly, he just holds you when you curl up on the floor or the couch or the bed. He lets you spew your words of anger until you're breathless.

Then, finally, when the anger subsides and the sadness creeps in, he's there wiping the tears away as they fall, placing gentle kisses to your forehead as his own tears fall from his eyes from seeing you in pain.

And while you bury your face in his chest, wanting to merge yourself into him to hide away from the world, you ground yourself with the beating of his heart, the feel of his lips against the top of your head, the smell of his cologne and sweat.

You know with Frankie there to let you grieve exactly the way you need to, not the way other people expect of you, that you'll be okay.

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[sharkbait77]

My little collection of HC requests you lovely people have sent in! Thank you all so much for the support & special thanks to @oonajaeadira for the recommendation & also to @lucrezia-thoughts for talking me off the edge! This turned out to be so much fun & I think I'll be more comfortable to do these in the future! 😉

Pero comforts his stressed partner

Whiskey helps you after pet loss

Whiskey on your 1st anniversary

Whiskey consoles you after bad news

Frankie comforts you after loss of parent

[sharkbait77]

Hello all! As my bio mentions, my name is Alexa, but I go by Lex, Sharkbait, whatever suits your fancy!

Writing has been a passion of mine for so long & I'm truly so happy to have become so comfortable with posting my fics! I hope you enjoy what you find here & I hope you like what I've got to come!

I try to stay consistent with writing, but mom life really throws a wrench in my gears sometimes, but bear with me, sooner or later fics will be posted! ♥️

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Rec List 😘

200 Followers Celebration! 🥰

{Titles with ✨ are smut}

The Singer Series Masterlist (Complete!)

Straight From The Horse's Mouth (WW sub)

Beginning of the Season (WW sub)

Bun In The Oven

Baby Talk✨

The Tenant✨

I'm Your One and Only

Frankie's Favorite Day✨

All's Fair In Love and Lipstick War

Grow Old With You (WW sub)

Birthday (Pan)Cake (WW sub)

Sweet Honey

Vacation Starts Now (WW sub)

The Sun Sets With You Series Masterlist

Grocery Day (WW sub)

Stung (WW sub)

On The Wind

A Ghost (OTW pt.2/WW sub)

Always You (WW sub)

Magical Flame Series Masterlist (Coming soon! See announcement here 🔥)

More to come! ♥️